#oh nooo an excuse to do more colorings

[missingn000]

the phantom guardian, chapter thirty-seven: holding on, letting go is now posted!

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happy reading!

[skylarsblue]

I still have more. More Incorrect Quotes.

(Accidentally had a lot more fem!Y/N than intended but it's overall GN!) Alex: What made you think you’d be good for the military? Y/N: I worked at a Waffle House in America. Alex: Ah, alright, that makes sense.

-- (Interrogating Valeria)

Y/N: Look, Gaz, you know me. I can't- I can't do it. Gaz: Why not? Why can't you interrogate her? Y/N: Because I'm a bisexual with mommy issues, Gaz. And she's as pretty as she is scary. I'm already not that intimidating, she'll laugh at me when I start stuttering and then I'll just be horny. It can't be me. Gaz: ....okay, I'll ask Alejandro-

-- Y/N: I just realized something...I had a bad childhood. Gaz: Yeah we know. Y/N: What do you mean you know? Soap: Look at how you stand! People who had good childhoods don't stand like that. Y/N: How do I stand?! Gaz: Like Ghost. Ghost: ...I don't appreciate the call out but fair-

-- Price: Where are you going?! Y/N: To either get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide in the car!

-- Ghost after watching Fem!Y/N do an incredibly risky move: I just...Is she blind?? Suffering some form of brain damage?

-- (Tw; Hollywood Undead unalive song)

Y/N: My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I'll sli- Price: EXCUSE ME?! WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?? Y/N: Wh- No Captain, it's just a so- Price: GHOST GET THE BASE PSYCH ON THE PHONE Y/N: CAPTAIN IT'S A SONG I'M FINE- Well I'm not bUT NO WAIT HANG ON-

-- Valeria: *screaming in spanish* Y/N: ... Gaz: Don't. Y/N, blushing: I'm trying-

-- (During movie night; watching Venom)

Y/N: *pauses on that scene where Venoms sticks his tongue out at the guy in the street* ....Hear me out- Gaz: NO! NO. Y/N: NO NO LISTEN, LISTEN- Soap: Let them speak. Gaz: Don't encourage this! Y/N, pointing at the screen: LOOK AT IT! LOOK! Objectively you have to understand- Gaz: NOOO, it eats people! Soap: THAT TONGUE IS THREE FEET LONG AT LEAST! Gaz: No, I will not be hearing anyone out! I- GHOST, Ghost, back me up. Tell them they shouldn't want to fuck the ALIEN. Ghost, looking at the screen: Ethically, it's wrong. Gaz: Thank you. Ghost: ...objectively- Y/N: AHA! SEE?!

-- Ghost: *bends over* Y/N: *silently flips out* Soap, quietly: Wh-what? What are you-?! Y/N: SHHH *grabs Soap's jaw and turns him to look* Soap: *slack jaw* Damn- Y/N: fuckingdamnindeed- Ghost: *turns around* Soap: So it's your turn to pick dinner, what're you thinking? Y/N: Oh I dunno, maybe something pork related, uh, or cake- Soap: Aha, yeah...cake. Ghost: ....??

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Fem!Y/N: I am not the mom of 141, that's ridiculous. Someone: You make all of them lunch every day with fruit cut into shapes, IN PERSONALIZED LUNCH BOXES Fem!Y/N: They need nutrition! Someone: You color code their items- Fem!Y/N: Look, if you were there for the item mix-ups you'd understand. Someone: YOU ARE LITERALLY FOLDING AND LABELLING THEIR LAUNDRY WITH A SHARPIE ON THE TAGS. Fem!Y/N: *holding Simon's skull boxers, writing his name on the tag* That- ...oh my god I'm the mom.

-- Ghost, watching Soap run past: WHAT DO YOU HAVE?! Soap, grinning & sprinting: A FUCKIN' BOMB Ghost: NO!!!

-- Price: Y/N, this is Lieutenant Riley, you can call him Ghost. Ghost: Y/N, looking him up and down: ...you got daddy issues? Ghost: ....maybe Y/N: Cool, same. Pleasure to meet'cha, sorry life gave you shit. Ghost, shaking their hand: Ditto. Price: *concerned sigh*

-- Price, walking into the common area at 10 pm: What in the world- Gaz, Soap, and Y/N: *all in there pyjamas with face masks on, eating snacks* Y/N: *slowly keeps chewing* Gaz: ...heeeyy siiirr... Price: It was lights out an hour ago, what are you lot doing? Soap: *slowly raises another face mask* ....Self care, sir? Price: ... Ghost, walking in at midnight for water: ....what. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Y/N: *stop gossiping* Gaz: ....hey. Soap: Evenin' L.T. Y/N: Howdy. Ghost: *looks at Price with a face mask on* Ghost: ...*sighs and sits down* Pass the Goldfish. Soap: Yeaaaah, good man! Welcome to the party!

-- Shepard: Is anyone here straight?! Price: ...*hesitantly raises hand* Laswell: *pushes his hand back down*

-- Valeria: *angry ranting* Y/N, a captive: Stop being so mean to me or I swear to god I'm gonna fall in love with you!

-- Ghost: What in the hell are you doing? Y/N: Laying in the rain. Ghost: Why? Y/N: If I lay here long enough, it feels like it washes the sad away. So I'm gonna lay here until the sad is gone. Ghost: You'll get sick. Y/N: Better sick than sad, sir. Ghost: ...*looks at the sky, back down, sighs* Ghost: *lays down on the tarmac* Y/N: Got a lot of sad? Ghost: ...Yeah. Y/N: If the rain doesn't take care of it, let's trade sads. Then it'll at least be a different kind of sad. Ghost: Not sure you want my sad. Y/N: Maybe not, but I don't think you should have to handle your sad alone either. Ghost: ...alright. Y/N: Cool.

-- Price: Simon, it's three o' clock in the morning. Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding? Ghost: Because I've lost control of my life.

-- Soap, with a gunshot wound: Do I regret it? Yes. Will I do it again? Most likely.

-- Y/N after doing something so badass it would fit in a movie: ...DID EVERYONE SEE THAT?? CAUSE I WILL NOT BE DOING IT AGAIN.

-- Ghost: You kidnapped the prime minister's daughter? That's illegal! Soap: Okay, Ghost, but what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing the prime minister's daughter, or destroying 141? Ghost: KIDNAPPING THE PRIME MINISTER'S DAUGHTER, JOHNNY! Fem!Y/N: Do you guys have like, a water or something? Snack maybe? No?

-- Y/N: I think there's been some confusion. I'm not the one in trouble here. Enemy Soldier: ...What? Y/N: There are only four of you. You'll need more than that. Gaz, hearing it over the intercom: ...they're gonna whoop-ass but we should probably go help them.

-- Someone: Why are you doing their straps for them? Price: They don't like velcro. Someone: Just do it yourself! Y/N: I'm not touching that stuff! I'll get neurotypical cooties.

-- Y/N, high on painkillers: If yo leg get cut off, would it hurt? Soap, in a hospital bed beside them: ...DUH Y/N: How though? Soap: Cause your leg got cut off! Y/N: Where you gonna feel the pain? Soap: In your le.... Y/N: Exactly bro! How you gonna feel the pain in yo leg if- Both: If your leg is gone! Soap: Whoooaaa... Y/N: Bro I swear, we're geniuses. Ghost, on his last brain cell: Fuckin'ell.

-- Ghost, about to lose his shit: Dear lord, I know we haven't spoken in a long time but if you could give me a little patience-

-- Gaz: Do you believe in God? Y/N: ...Yes & no. Gaz: Yes & No? What do you mean? Y/N: I believe there is a higher power, I believe a God exists. But...believing in God? Now that...haven't done that in a long time.

--

Gaz & Y/N: *dancing* Ghost: Can you two be serious for five seconds? Gaz, bustin' a move: Dunno sir, can you have fun for five seconds? Y/N: *stops and looks at Gaz* Gaz: *stops and is filled with instant regret* ...uh, sir, I- Ghost: Tell you what. I'll give you five seconds...to start running- Gaz: *turns to run and sees Y/N already yards away* YOU LEFT ME?! Y/N: I WANNA LIVE!!!!

-- Ghost: What are they doing? Price: Arguing in morse code. Soap: - .... .- - .----. ... / .-- .... -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... --- . ... / .-. .- --. --. . -.. -.-- Gaz: -.-- .- / -- --- -- -- .- Soap: YOU FUCKIN' TAKE THAT BACK-

-- Soap: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surpriiisee!~ Ghost: You did your paperwork? Soap: I said surprise, not miracle.

-- Y/N, on tiktok: FOR ALL YOU NASTY ASSES IN MY DMS- *shows the team* THIS IS MY TEAM. STOP SENDING MY DICK PICS OR I WILL SEND THEM AFTER Y'ALL. Ghost: You've been getting dick pics? Soap: Who the hell's been harassing you online?! Y/N: SEE?? THEY'LL WHOOP YA ASS, SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

-- Y/N, on tiktok again: Alright, backfired on me. For all of y'all who are now trying to be nasty by THIRSTING for my teammates, uh, no. Stop askin' for my Captain's marital status, I'm not gonna tell you. No you may not get my teammate's dicks, I will not be giving you their social media, stOP ASKING I KNOW THEY'RE HOT BUT NO-

-- (I've fallen down the rabbit hole of Karen compilations, so, that's why I thought of this)

Y/N: Goodbye sir! Male Karen: Fuck you bitch! Go suck off your captain you fuckin' whore!! Y/N: Sure, I'll do that, goodbye! Male Karen: Suck my dick, whore! Y/N: Can't! It's too full of military dick, you'll need to make an appointment, GOODBYE!! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: Jesus. Christ. Ghost: I told you all America is shit.

(Bonus Note cause I can't put in anywhere else; on the topic of Venom + C.o.D. I know we have Soap in place of Eddie & Ghost in place of Venom, but hear me out. Y/N! being Ghost's host and Johnny being a third part. P o l y ! A u !)

[thenightlightpeep]

I always listen to the same song over and over again because I like it when a sound is predictable and listening to a new one is not... Quite predictable. So that's why I only listened to the 2015 album of BMC for a long time, but this week I decided to listen the 2018 checks name "Original Broadway Cast Recording", today starting with More Than Survive.

I was chatting with a friend and writing observations about the song to be less nervous about it, which worked! So here's my best notes about it, direct from my Discord.

Marking blue for my observations and... Leaving it in the normal colors when I'm quoting the song, also, my friend's little observations as pink

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The new singer is pretty good-

Holy shit I already love this guy

———

Like I mentioned before about his voice getting suddenly high

uhh oh goOD I wish I had the SKILL >:(

to just be FINE and cool and chill

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The voice casually cracking dkdk

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- Um what are you staring at? 🤨

- I am just trying to get to my locker :(

- That guy is so weird

A regular day at high school

KKDKDKD I don't have lockers:)

I have :)

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OH IT'S a sign up for the after school play!

. . . It's a sign up ship for getting called gay

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Christiiiine caNIGULAA

CHRISTINEEEEEE

- Um excuse me... I think someone wrote "boyf" on your backpack.

- I.... hhhhhh 😰 😵

I'm sorry to inform you that he died after this dialogue

What- the... Socialization?

Yeah he- at the end it sounded like he was having an asthmatic crisis lol

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Aww Micheal sounds more shy in this version

His voice got so cute ohmygud- he sounded like a little kid when saying

"No I... Was going to say getting stoned in my basement but...."

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nOOO I MEAN look who's signing up for the playyy 🥺

- Jeremy, 2018

(This one was my favorite line from the entire song)

———

The end, I will listen to the rest of the songs, I don't know if I will make more observations, if I do, I won't bother my friends this time.

I FORGOT ONE OF THE OBSERVATIONS LET ME KEEP EDITING IT- now it's good :)

[dearestsilhouette]

yet again writing practice because I have motivation (so I shall use it)

also this is a remake of another thingy I made in the past!!!! :3 it’ll be linked here <- !!

tws just in case:

implied death

useage of heavy duty firearms / guns (usage: to threaten and murder)

physical violence

also this is fairly long in comparison to some other writing stuffs I’ve made lmao

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And so I ran.

I just…ran and ran on.

I’ve wanted this endless eternity to end since the start of everything, and that damned exit door was my main priority. My escape from the hell that was previously Earth…

I’ll be able to leave.

I’ll be able to see her.

I’ll be able to see Tennis again.

I’ll be able to-

My train of thoughts were quickly cut off as soon as I got to the door with a violent shove to the tiled marble floor.

It hurt a lot more than I thought it would, both mentally and physically.

“Ooooh Kiara…Kiara, Kiara Kiara. Karma catches all~!” Another figure would happily emerge from the bright, blinding light of the exit door before it slammed shut.

This other person, if you could even call them that, looked…odd. Off from the rest of what I’ve seen.

They kind of looked like that Allie person I’d encountered at the library (or, well, the LIARbrary, as she often called it) in terms of style. A black hoodie wrapped around their waist, a racer color scheme consisting of red, black and white. The clothing they wore was baggy, especially their pants. Seriously, they were way too oversized, how was she casually wearing those pajama looking pants while carrying such a large weapon?? Acting as if you’re at a sleepover as you point a large ass gun near somebody, while somehow maintaining a threatening outlook? Jesus christ…

Their clearly dyed, past shoulder length red hair stuck out to me, as well as a pretty bad looking scar near her lips on the right side of her face. Most of it looked old and mostly healed, but the further edge of it looked a lot…newer. As if recently bestowed. Their eyes were also interesting; one of them were similar to that of a void. All black, a string of nothing seemed to leak out of it, but not dripping. The other was a solid white other than a thin outline of a pupil, but yet that was still barely recognizable. They ALSO casually held an AK47 in their arms. What the hell. What a combo, I guess.

“…how do you know my name…?” I’d mutter against my will, holding my breath in fear of what this…person could know. The knowledge they could hold could be either little or a lot, and I doubt that first option.

“Ahhh, don’t worry about it, hun! Anyways, it’s about time for you to leave.” The figure put a lot of emphasis on the word ‘leave,’ going from an innocent, causal tone to a clear indication that they were pissed off at my presence.

I couldn’t even get another word out before my breath was taken away from this ‘person’ aggressively stomping right in the middle of my chest. Multiple times. Ow. Fortunately, the first and second times only took me off guard. The other two I kind of expected.

They pointed the gun’s nozzle straight to my forehead, adjusting themself slightly. They pushed aggressively at my chest, an innocent, childish smile plastered into their sly face. They knew what they were doing, and they enjoyed it.

“I know what you’re thinking, dearie,” This lame excuse of a person would start, “Oh, nooo, but I did everything I needed to? I got to the exit fair and square! Why am I getting killed?? Well, it’s because there’s no actual exit! Your memory card will be restarted over and over again, driving you to insanity! It’s the lovely fee of life, wouldn’t you agree? Though, since you got this far, I am willing to give you an option.”

I physically couldn’t think, let alone talk with this large gun pointed right at my face. I was staring at it with a pained, fearful anticipation, wondering if this was just a threat or if I was actually going to get shot.

Why did I do this? What was the point if I’ll just reset?

My name, my personality, my sense of self…gone. What was the point?

“…hello? Lie-ara? Are you gonna speak or are you just gonna keep staring into the nozzle of my gun? Do you WANT me to shoot you??”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I couldn’t speak. Not with the amount of thoughts rushing through my mind.

“Hm, too shocked? Well, I guess I don’t need to give you options since you can’t speak! What’s the point if you won’t respond~?”

They’d adjust the gun in their hands, holding it in a tight grip as she brushed their finger against the trigger.

“Goodnight, foul fuck.” They’d quietly mutter to me, pressing down on the trigger and letting the gunshots speak for themself.

It wasn’t even a second before I discovered how white white could be.

Why? Why did I try doing this?

I’ll never meet Tennis again. I’ll be a blank slate, born anew.

We’ll have to get to know eachother all over again.

As I felt myself fade, I couldn’t help but wonder…

…who was this person? What was their name? Who are they? Who WERE they before all of this? And how did they change so much…?

My questions quickly disappeared, however, as I let myself go.

Off to restart. To do it all over.

…again.

[paleparearchive]

Unfortunate Attraction

Rembrandt's Amusement Park 2★ story (1/1)

Location: atelier (night & morning) | Characters: Rembrandt, Courbet, Van Dyck

Rembrandt: Ah, this color turned out niceee.

Van Dyck: It's a really nice purple. It's classy and attractive, but not as attractive as me, is it?

Rembrandt: It's true, right? Ah, oh nooo! It looked good, but it got mixed with the other colors in the palette… Huh? But maybe this color turned out niceeer!

Courbet: That's good to know... But you should be careful. One color can change the impression of the painting.

Rembrandt: Riiight! Thaaanks! … Well, tomorrow is the amusement park day, so I guess I'll leave it at that.

Courbet: … Are you sure about this? What if something happens at the amusement park?

Van Dyck: It won't be a problem. If he were alone, I would be worried, but this time there are seven of us, including the director. If something happens, we can handle it properly.

Courbet: Well, that's true, but… It wouldn't necessarily mean that there won't be problems that could not be addressed.

Van Dyck: Well... I can't deny it, but…

Rembrandt: I'm sorry I make you worry, okaaay? But I'll be fine!

Courbet: That unfounded confidence makes me feel even more uneasy.

Van Dyck: That's true. We were at a cafe the other day and somehow a plate came flying at us from an impossible direction!

Rembrandt: Aaah! That's riiight! It was my first time to experience a plate flying just past my cheek.

Van Dyck: I now know what it means to be terrified…

Rembrandt: But I'm glad nobody got hurt or anything!

Van Dyck: That's true… But one wrong move and you'll end up in the hospital, got it!?

Courbet: You must have had a pretty hard experience... Come to think of it, I was walking out there with him…

Van Dyck: What happened?

Courbet: The toilet in the park where Rembrandt came out had a tremendous amount of water coming out of it. It wasn't sewage, though, so it was still good…

Rembrandt: Right, right. I was surrounded by reporters. I was so thrilled to be interviewed!

Van Dyck: Woah… Did nobody get hurt?

Courbet: Yeah, because for some reason no one was using the restroom at that time.

Van Dyck: Just as I thought... It's amazing in a way, though. Come to think of it, no one was harmed that time either…

Courbet: … What happened?

Van Dyck: We were walking down the street and a big truck ran into us…

Rembrandt: That happened, toooo.

Courbet: Wait. Was there really no damage!? Is that... How is that possible?

Rembrandt: Yup, nobody was hurt!

Van Dyck: It was on my mind, though... I dreamt about it for a while…

Rembrandt: Ooh! I'm sorry! I didn't even know that was going to happen…

Courbet: If you still see it in your dreams, you should see a psychiatrist.

Van Dyck: Well, I was just scared, I don't dream about that anymore.

Courbet: Alright, that's good. ... Still, considering all the things that can happen…

Van Dyck: How could anything happen at an amusement park… Amusement parks don't explode, do they?

Courbet: That's what I was also worried about…

Rembrandt: Huuuh? No way, such a thing… It's not possible!

Hmmm… But I guess I shouldn't go if it's going to be a problem for everyone…

Van Dyck: Such negative thoughts aren't beautiful, so put them aside. You're coming with us, too.

Courbet: That's right. If anything goes wrong, everyone will be there. And the deputy director will be with you too.

Rembrandt: But…

Van Dyck: Look, we've already decided to go, so why don't you take the rest of the day off early for tomorrow? Go to bed early.

Courbet: I won't tolerate you being late or using a temporary illness as an excuse. You have to go there tomorrow.

Van Dyck: If you say you won't go, I'll put a collar on you and drag you out.

Rembrandt: Both of you… Thank you! Yeah, I'm going to make lots of fun memories!

Courbet: Yeah, go have fun.

Rembrandt: Well then, goodniiiight!

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Courbet: Phew... It's that time already. Rembrandt and the others... I wonder if they'll be safe.

???: "Kya–!"

Courbet: ... I thought I heard Van Dyck scream when I wasn't supposed to hear him... I must be imagining it…?

... Please come back safe and sound.

[bustyclaireonalternia]

Ohhhh golly. Oh nooo.....

Her face heats up more, the color extending to her shoulders. This was the universe punishing her nicely for something, she's sure of it. It isn't fair! There's absolutely no reason such a sweet motherly tone should be doing this to her, no excuse! She tries to focus on just following Kanayas's instructions, but she's so distracted...

Hello Your Request For An Appointment Has Been Seen

Please Come Over Soon

- (globalAuxillatrix)

@globalauxiliatrix

Joey grins and gathers up her little notepad of inspiration, and sets out.

Kanaya Maryam, fashion queen, is willing to help her out! Yes!! She was so sick of wearing Dammeks years-old shirts. She wants something fun!! Something pretty! Maybe even elegant!

Granted when she arrived she wasn't expecting the hive to be uh. Giant.

[jadeee]

Shared Space

@prettymoonlightsworld {and other nanami fans} enjoy 💌

Although Nanami Kento didn't look forward to working alone with you, you were starting to grow on him.

Warnings: suggestive content

Word Count: 6.1k

You didn’t necessarily know Nanami Kento, despite spending the early months of your training together, but you did know one thing. He worked. A lot. Whenever the department needed someone to work overtime or weekends from time to time, he was there.

Your eyes darted across the office as you walked to your manager’s office. Kento’s eyes remained on his screen, oblivious to you and everyone else for that matter.

Your knuckles lightly tapped on the oak door.

“Come in.” 

He briefly glanced up from the paperwork on his desk, “What do you want?”

A lump formed in your throat at his tone.

“Sorry to bother you but I wanted to take on the monthly review this weekend.”

He froze with the papers in his hand and looked at you “Excuse me?”

“The monthly review. I want to –”

“Yeah, I heard you.” 

Whatever work he was doing became less important. The papers lightly landed on his mahogany desk as he looked at you with puzzled eyes.

“Y’know Nanami normally takes care of that right?”

“Yes sir.”

He raised a brow, “Why are you suddenly interested?”

“All due respect sir, my reasons are my own. Anyone can volunteer to take on the review but Kento has done every single review for the past six months.”

A dreaded silence filled the room until he nodded his head.

“Okay.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his quick approval.

“Thank you.” You nodded your head before leaving his office.

As you walked back to your desk, you saw Kento get up from his cubicle and head towards the manager’s office.

You hurriedly went back to your desk, careful to avoid any eye contact with him in fear of confrontation. 

Once you made it to your cubicle, you took a deep breath and your nerves soon eased after a few minutes of solitude in your second home.

Maybe it was the music you were playing in your earbuds as you skimmed documents and emails or the smell of the perfume on your wrist. The serenity of your safe haven was interrupted by a sudden voice. 

“(y/n)?”

You yanked the earbud from your ear and turned towards the sound.

Kento glared down at you.

You tried to hide your uneasiness “Yeah? I mean,” you closed your eyes and cursed yourself “Yes?”

His eyes briefly studied what you called your office space. ‘Messy’ would be the polite way of describing its current state. 

He focused on you again “You’re taking on the monthly review, is that right?”

You nodded your head.

“I see.” 

He looked at your cubicle once more, then pushed up his glasses.

“Be here on time, we have a lot of work to do.”

Without saying another word, he turned on his heels.

“Uh, wait!” You scrambled up from your chair and caught up with him. 

He looked over his shoulder at you.

“I don’t need your help. I’ll be fine on my own.”

He let out a dry chuckle “We start at 7 am, don’t be late.”

Your brows crinkled “7 am?!” You whined in a low whimper as he walked off.

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“Just who the hell does that guy think he is?!”

Your friend watched you relentlessly vent through the camera.

“I mean,” you licked the last of ice cream from your spoon “here I am just trynna be nice because I thought ‘oh you might actually have a life or want one’! But nooo,”

You waved the ice cream carton back and forth.

“He’s all ‘no one does the monthly review except me’.”

You frowned your face to match Kento’s solemn attitude earlier.

“Gimme a break.” 

“This guy must be a real pain.” Your friend, Adrienne, spoke in a muffled tone as they brushed their teeth.

“He is!” You plopped the spoon into the carton and set it on the table.

The colors from the tv illuminated your face as you pondered on the conversation you two had earlier. 

“He really is,” you muttered under your breath.

You remembered how close you stood to him when you tried to reassure him you could handle an empty office on a Saturday. That was the first time you’d seen him that close. His chiseled features started to etch their way into the corners of your mind. The noise from the tv became ambience as your anger morphed into something more dangerous. A small warmth began to spread throughout your abdomen. Just when your eyes glazed over, thinking of all the possibilities there was a sudden ringing in your ear.

“Helloo?!” Adrienne rapidly tapped their toothbrush against their faucet.

“Ouch!” You pressed your hands to your ears “I’m right here.”

“No you weren’t.” Adrienned set their toothbrush down and grabbed their phone, holding you closer to them.

“You were thinkin’ about him all pressed up close to you.”

You gasped “No I was not!” 

“Like hell you weren’t!”

They mimicked your impression of him earlier “Work starts at 7, don’t be late (y/n). I gotta review your work performance.” Adrienne plopped into their bed while biting their lip and nodding their head at you.

“Adrienne!” 

For a moment, you smiled at their antics. Only for a moment.

“You play too much.”

“Aw, sit on daddy’s lap and tell me all about it.” They wiggled their brows.

“ADRIENNE!”

“What?!” They spoke in their regular voice breaking character, “I’m just trynna make you feel better! You’re probably horny as f-”

“GOODNIGHT!” You yelled over them.

They pouted at the camera, “Oh, c’mon don’t be like that.”

You glanced at them briefly then turned away, crossing your arms.

“I was just kidding. Look, I’m sorry (y/n). You can’t go to sleep mad, then you won’t perform well tomorrow.”

You chuckled at their joke.

“There it is!” Adrienne light up at your smile. “You should go to bed. You’re gonna need all that energy for your after work activities.”

“Oh, piss off.” Still looking straight ahead with a smile, you flipped your middle finger at her.

“Love you too, bestie.” Adrienne laid their head onto their pillow.

“Tell me somethin’ though.”

You turned to face your camera, “Yeah what?”

“Do you like him?”

You thought of the encounter you had with him earlier and remembered when you met him for the first time during training. Although you were reluctant to admit it, you were drawn to him then. He was reserved but still managed to be polite. You recalled times you tried to catch him at lunch, which always failed seeing as you couldn’t find him. You did talk a few times before but being in different areas of the office always proved a challenge and made your pursuit harder each time you tried.

“I don’t know yet. It’s hard to read him.”

“Cryptic… sounds like your type.”

You dropped your head onto the plush fabric of the couch.

“Ughh,” you groaned. “I wish you were here.”

Adrienne pouted “Fairy godmother can’t solve everything but I’m sure you’ll be alright.”

You glanced up at her.

“Just get through tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright,” you sat up straight.

“I love youuu!” They kissed the camera.

You made a heart with your hands and gave them a pout “I love you too.”

Your call ended and your house was silent once more, except for the buzz of your tv. 

“After work activities.” You uttered Adrienne’s antics to yourself.

You entertained the idea briefly then shook your head. Your hands snatched the ice cream carton from the table and tossed it in the trash before getting ready for bed.

~~~~~~

Kento chopped the vegetables with care at first. Although he was following his usual routine, something was different. The music he played didn’t calm his nerves like it usually did. Instead of hearing the beautiful melodies he heard your voice, ‘I’ll be fine on my own.’

He shook his head and sneered “Who do you think you are?”

He slid the chopped vegetables into the pan on the stove and tried to get you out of his head. 

Funnily enough, you weighed heavy on his mind. He’d have to spend eight hours with you tomorrow. Alone. 

He’d been around you before when you two were in training but that was different. It only lasted a few months and you were essentially tossed on different ends of the office floor. Nonetheless, he remembered when he first saw you. Why is someone like that working at a place like this? Sure, he had a few stolen glances at you in secret but he never entertained any fantasies. Work was just that after all, work.

As he washed the dishes, he thought of your cubicle. Your wall reminded him of some unhinged college kid. Papers pinned here and a plethora of sticky notes there, an unsolved Rubik’s cube in the corner, pens and highlighters scattered about.

He scrubbed his plate until it squeaked clean.

God help me, he thought to himself.

~~~~~~

You reluctantly rolled over and hit snooze on your alarm. 

“God help me.” You muttered into your pillow.

After dragging yourself around the house you finally made yourself look decent and headed to work.

You didn’t have time to make breakfast so you grabbed some on the way. Somehow you found yourself in a good mood, and grabbed some extra for Kento.

You carefully placed the muffins and fruit into your passenger seat.

You thought of all the ways he’d reject your peace offering.

“‘I don’t eat muffins’, ‘I’m not hungry,’.” You said mockingly.

When you reached the office, you threw your car into park and slunked back into your seat. 

“Please let today be a good day.” 

Your quiet plea echoed beneath the sounds of your footsteps as you walked through the parking lot.

~~~~~~

He wasn’t used to others being here on Saturdays. As a matter of fact, he tried to forget that you would be accompanying him today but the small noise you’d made coming in reminded him of the reality. Peace and silence was now a distant memory.

“Morning.” You kept your greeting brief as you tried to read the energy in the room.

“Morning.” He returned your greeting with little emotion.

You loosened the muscles in your body as you walked towards him and he turned toward you.

“I don’t know if you ate yet but I grabbed some extra food,” you locked eyes with him as you held the small box up in the air. You took note of his brown eyes “just in case you haven’t yet.”

He glanced at the box as you placed it on the desk next to his.

“Thanks,”

You opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off.

“But I’m not hungry.”

You shut your lips and nodded your head, “Right.”

“Sit down for a minute.”

“Uh, okay.” 

You reached for the chair next to his and did as he said.

His eyes traced the buttons on your shirt.

“What’s up?”

You didn’t notice that his eyes were elsewhere since you were too busy trying to calm your nerves.

His eyes snapped back up at your face. He’d seen you before but you were just another face in a crowd. But that was then and this is now.

“Why are you here?”

Your gold necklace jerked as you chuckled in disbelief “I’m sorry?”

He watched the pendant move with your heartbeat as he spoke.

“For the monthly review. Why are you here?”

You studied his demeanor for a moment thinking of how to approach the situation. 

He maintained his cold composure.

“Because you shouldn’t be stuck behind a desk. You should be with your family or girlfriend or whoever.”

A slight shade of pink dashed across his cheeks.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

“You’re right, it’s not. So, are we done here?”

You rose from your seat, “Because if I recall correctly, we’ve got lots of work t –”

Kento lightly gripped your wrist and you looked down at him.

He maintained his steady gaze with you “Sit back down.”

Your cheeks heated up under his touch.

He could feel your pulse beating triple time as he continued to hold onto your wrist. Although his body didn’t show it, his own heart rate doubled under the feel of your skin.

You slowly sat back down and he, reluctantly, let go of you.

He tried not to smirk at how easy it was to make you flustered.

You watched him with a steady eye as he turned back to his desk.

“These are for you,”

You felt joy at those words but it was deflated when he handed you a stack of papers.

“I think you’re capable enough to handle these cases.”

You nodded your head and clasped the high stack of papers to your chest. 

“Is that it?”

“Yes.”

You quickly stood to your feet and strutted to your cubicle. As you walked off, Kento was left in a wave of your perfume. It was sweet and spicy, like a chai latte in early spring.

He took a deep inhale before getting back to work. 

You plopped into your office chair and finally let out the breath you’d been holding. Your hand traveled to your wrist which Kento grabbed earlier. Your mind went back to the fantasies you had last night but the sudden whir of a nearby printer interrupted your daydream. 

You saw the top of Kento’s head move across your cubicle and wondered what he was thinking.

~~~~~~

A few hours had passed since that morning and you’d wandered to Kento’s cubicle a few times to ask questions and such. Each time you eyed the pastry box you set on the desk nearby and everytime it looked untouched. 

Whenever you came by, he would take another mental picture of you. He noticed how you narrowed your brows when trying to understand something and that little smirk you’d get when you finally understood it.

You couldn’t look at him too long or you’d get lost in your thoughts. His sleeves were rolled up. His watch taut against his skin, a few veins prominent on his arm. Without thinking you leaned in close when he was showing you something on his desktop. You got a whiff of his cologne and tried to compose yourself.

“Does that make sense?”

“Perfect.”

“Pardon?” His brown eyes glanced up at you.

You kept looking at his screen “I mean, it makes perfect sense. Thanks for explaining it to me.” You gave him a small smile before going back to your sanctuary.

He allowed himself to indulge and watch you walk away. After you turned the corner, he readjusted himself in his seat seeing as his pants were getting smaller by the second.

You wouldn’t say you were at ease but your nerves were stable until Kento came over to your desk. You heard the rustle of his clothes as he approached you with his hands in his pockets “I’m going to lunch.”

You glanced up at him “Okay.”

He started to walk off but then turned back around “Y’know you can go too if you want?”

“Oh,” you perked up.

“It’s just us so it’s no problem.”

“Great!” 

Kento hovered by your cubicle while you locked your computer.

“You don’t have to wait for me.” 

You grabbed your phone and wallet.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” He chided.

You laughed and he felt himself smile a bit.

“Hardly,” you stood to your feet and he followed you to the elevator.

The doors shut after he pressed the button for the lobby.

You tried not to fidget with your hands as you stood in silence. 

He loosened his tie an inch while thinking of how to fill the awkward silence. The vibration of your phone saved him.

You turned it over and saw that your mom was calling. Your thumb hovered between the answer and decline button. 

The call ended before you could make up your mind. Suddenly, the doors opened to the lobby of the office. Both of you stepped out across the marble tile.

“Where are you heading?”

Your phone vibrated again, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really eat out much.”

You checked your phone once more and saw that your mom texted you. 

‘Did you eat lunch yet? Don’t work too hard!’

You quickly typed out a response: ‘At lunch now. Promise I’m ok and I swear I’ll call you back soon, love you.’

He watched your fingertips dance across your phone.

“I hope I’m not being rude.”

“No, not at all. It’s just my mom.” 

You pocketed your phone “She can get worried sometimes.”

You squinted your eyes at incoming sun as you prepared to step out onto the sidewalk.

He held the door open for you. 

You glanced back at him almost in shock at such a simple gesture.

“Thank you.”

Even though your words were nearly a whisper, he gave you a small nod.

At first, the two of you walked together without thinking. Then you realized you were essentially following him. 

Your body tensed up slightly.

“Do you have any recommendations for a cafe or something?”

“I normally go here,” he pointed at a small bakery up ahead “you can try it if you’d like.”

“Sure!”

As you approached the building he held the door open for you again. 

You tried to suppress the smile that followed, but you failed and he noticed.

“Welcome back!” A woman behind the counter waved in your direction. 

You looked behind you at Kento who greeted her like an old friend.

You watched how effortlessly the two of them interacted and almost forgot why you were there.

“How can I help you today?” The woman beamed at you.

Kento stood by as you approached the counter.

“I’ve actually never been here before. What do you recommend?”

“You could always try our casse croute!”

As the woman continued to recommend choices, Kento took this time to find a seat.

“Kenny’s had it a few times, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you about it.”

You gushed at his pet name “Tell me about it! Y’know how Kenny is.”

You rolled your eyes and played along, the woman giggled at your display.

“Anyway, I’ll try that casse croute.” 

You paid and went to find the table Kento saved for the two of you while you waited for your food.

“So Kenny,” you stressed his newfound nickname as you sank into your chair.

His eyes widened a bit and a cherry blossom pink tinted his cheeks.

“Please don’t call me that.”

“It’s kinda cute.”

You looked at him with doe eyes as you sipped from your glass.

He found himself pulling at the fabric of his pants.

You watched him to study his reaction yet your phone vibrated again.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you reached for it. Adrienne texted you:

‘How’s office with the hottie??’

As you turned your phone on mute, she sent another text:

‘Are you bent over the desk yet?’

You choked for a moment then cleared your throat.

“You should really call her back if she’s that worried.” 

Kento chimed in.

“My mom’s fine. It’s someone else.”

You placed your phone face down onto the table and he straightened his posture.

You rested your hands in your lap as you looked at him.

“Here ya go!”

The waiter set your plates and utensils on the table, you thanked them before they left. As you focused on Kento again, the waiter looked at him and gave him a thumbs up then gestured at you.

He tried his best to ignore this display of approval and focused on you, which seemed to get easier by the minute.

“I don’t have anyone,” you opened your napkin “a boyfriend, girlfriend, goldfish.”

You chuckled to yourself before digging into your food “It’s just a friend.”

“I’m not jealous if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Not at all! Besides, you shouldn’t be. I see why you like it here, she’s pretty.” 

You gestured to the woman behind the counter.

He laughed like you’d just told an inside joke at a family dinner.

You glanced up at him questionably.

“She’s not my girlfriend,”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly “I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t be talking about this. I mean, you’re probably married or something anyway.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re husband material.”

You tried not to choke on your own words and how effortlessly they came out. You readjusted yourself in the chair and accidentally bumped knees with Kento.

“Sorry about that.”

He instinctively reached for your knee.

“It’s fine. Are you ok?”

You reached for his hand under the table.

“I’m fine.” You smiled and lightly squeezed his hand. 

For a moment, you thought his hand twitched from your touch.

As much as you hated awkward silence, you preferred it in this situation. You quickly ate your food in hopes of getting your shift over with sooner than later.

When you stepped out onto the sidewalk, Kento checked his watch.

“How much work do you have left?”

“I’m almost halfway done.”

 “I’ve only got a few more cases so maybe I can help you with the rest.”

You subtly took in a deep breath at his words.

He pressed his badge against the card reader to the office then held the door open for you.

“Maybe we can leave early.”

“Right” your chest tightened with each silent step to the elevator “about that,”

Kento briefly glanced at you before pressing the button to your shared floor.

“You don’t have to do that. You can just go once you’re finished. I can close up.”

He raised a brow then sighed subtly.

“Have you always been this stubborn?”

The elevator chimed as the doors opened to your floor.

“Excuse me?” You shot him a glare, “I’m just saying you don’t have to stick around.”

As you stormed off towards your desk, he was left in the wake of your scent again.

“I’m perfectly capable of handling this myself!” You shouted over your shoulder.

Your words trailed in front of Kento as he followed you, equally upset.

You threw your phone and wallet onto your desk before plopping into your chair. Then scooted your chair closer to your desktop to ignore the sight of him approaching your cubicle.

“Is there something you wanna tell me?” He pressed his hand onto your desk and leaned into your view.

“Yeah, go home.”

He stood upright at your comment.

You could feel your pulse beating in your ears. You hoped silence would drive him away but you felt a strong grip on the arm of your chair. Within seconds, he whipped you around to face him. He rested his hands on the armrests and looked you right in the eye.

“I highly doubt you like me enough to spend eight hours with me alone.”

“I didn’t say that.” You said meekly.

“What is it then?”

You pressed your lips together, holding it in. Nearly too afraid to say it out loud.

Your nimble fingers touched his tie. 

He held his gaze on you as you pulled him in close, close enough to feel your breath hit his lips. 

You glanced up at him.

“Your tie… it’s tacky.”

He slid a hand around your neck and you felt your necklace dance inbetween his fingers. 

He leaned in and said in your ear “You’d know all about tacky wouldn’t you?”

You scoffed at his comment.

He smirked to himself before pulling back to face you again.

You took note of how his mouth moved when he spoke but you weren’t paying any attention to what he was actually saying.

You replayed how his tie felt in your hand and wondered what would’ve happened if he hadn’t pulled back. Maybe I shouldn’t … maybe his lips are softer than his tie?

“Finish your wor-”

You grabbed the tip of his tie and pulled him back down to you so you could test your theory.

He let out a small noise as you guided him towards you. He placed his hands on the arms of your chair to stabilize himself. His body was stiff from your sudden movement but when he felt your lips on his, he softened. With one hand still holding your chair, he cradled your head in his other hand pushing softly against you. Savoring your taste and your touch, how you put your mouth to use for something other than trash talking.

He slid his hand down to your shoulder and gently pushed you back.

You opened your eyes at the sudden absence of him.

He cast his eyes down to the floor and tried to compose himself.

You had this affect on him which made him act out of character, and as much as he liked it, he knew he should resist.

He wiped his bottom lip with his thumb then looked up at you “I don’t think we should –”

“No, right,” you let out a small nervous chuckle as he continued to fumble over his words.

“Company policy.” You both said in unison.

You bit your lip.

“I’m gonna wrap this up,” you gestured to the paperwork on your desk.

Kento nodded his head “I should get back to work too.”

You nodded and turned towards your computer.

There goes my job. 

You clicked away at random icons on your screen to look busy. 

I’m definitely gonna get reported to HR.

You took a deep breath through your nose.

“(y/n)?”

The tip of your ears burned when he said your name.

You turned your head and looked at him with pleading eyes, “Yes?”

He parted his lips but shut them after a moment. He walked towards you and you felt yourself freeze on the spot. He leaned down, placing his hands on the opposite sides of you.

“Do you want this?”

Your answer sat on the tip of you tongue but you could hardly speak. 

You placed your hand at the nape of his neck and brought his lips back to yours. He gave in to your touch, melting his lips with yours. With each second you spent in a liplock your desk chair moved back a few inches until it hit the edge of your desk. 

With every second that passed, the two of you enveloped yourself more and more in each other’s touch. He didn’t know how or when but he had lifted you onto the desk. Forget about the case reports. Now, it was only wandering hands, interlocked lips, and fumbling fingers. He couldn’t deny how he felt for you, it was evident, but he had known better.

“I should stop myself.” He confessed between hungry kisses.

“Why?”

“Because,” he kissed you one more time “because this isn’t right.”

You studied the small look of remorse on his face and pouted. You instinctively shrunk back. 

“I get it.” You planted your hands by your side and looked at the floor.

He rested his hand on top of yours “Usually, I’d ask if you’d want to have dinner first.”

He found himself blushing slightly at the thought. 

You saw how his eyes twinkled which made you smile a bit.

“Finish your work and we can pick up where we left off?”

You looked at him with incredulous eyes, feeling the anticipation and buildup slowly dissolve.

He traced your jaw with his fingertip “We can have a proper date like normal people,”

You chuckled at the phrase and he beamed at your smile.

“And a proper setting instead of,” he glanced around the office “this place.”

He said with a half hearted smile buried under a laugh.

You looked at him and took it all in. How his hair was toussled about, a blond strand dangling perfectly by his kind eyes. You cupped his cheek in your hand and admired his eyes like this. You were so used to seeing them as cold, seeing him as cold and calculated. 

He raised a brow, “Is that alright?”

You kissed his forehead and he silently gasped.

“That’s perfect.”

He gave you a grin after hearing those words.

“A week from today then?”

“Oh, you’re free on weekends now?” You chided.

“For you? Yes.”

A small smile spread across your face, “Saturday, it is.”

He placed his hand over yours with a smile and stood up straight. He helped you off the desk you two had made an even more mess of.

Being the gentleman he was, he helped you clean up the flurry of paperwork, pens, and sticky notes. Once it was back to normal, your verison that is, not his, you both readjusted your clothes and such.

“Do you think they caught that on CCTV?” You smoothed down your blouse.

Kento tucked his shirt back into his trousers, “No, a few of these cameras don’t work.”

“How do you know that?” Your hands smoothed the wrinkles out of your pants.

“I may or may not have checked.”

“I better keep my eye on you then.” 

  You noticed his tie was askew and saw fit to fix it yourself. 

He looked at you lovingly as you repositioned his tie for him.

“Is it still tacky?”

You giggled “I was kidding,” you looked him over once more to make sure he looked normal.

“Sort of.” You brushed his hair back and he gave you a small pout.

His fingers nabbed at the merlot colored fabric.

“What do you suggest?”

You noticed how his mood slightly changed and regretted saying anything about it. 

“Well,” you locked your arm in his and strolled down the aisle of cubicles as if you were walking down a tree lined street. “I would suggest something more you.”

You glanced at him and tried not to laugh at how serious he was. You maintained your demeanor as you two turned the corner arm in arm.

“I’ve seen about five different guys with this same tie and I’m sorry to inform you but you’re not like any of them.”

He put his hand in his pocket “What do you mean?”

“You’re,” you shrugged your shoulders and looked around the room “like a crab or a snail.”

He chuckled in disbelief and nearly pulled away from you “Excuse me?!”

“Noo, in a good way.” You reigned him in again.

His shoulders slumped a bit as you approached his desk.

“A lot of people wear their heart on their sleeve. Some get hurt and hide behind a wall and then, there’s you.”

You glanced over at him and gave him a brief smile.

“I don’t know your past, and I don’t want to but something changed you. You didn’t let it cut you off from the world though.”

“Hm,” your words played over in his head and he compared it with his life.

You stopped at his desk, still holding onto his arm “And that’s why you’re ‘katatsumuri’ from now on.”

“A snail??” He raised a brow.

“'Cause you've got this shell. You only let certain people in and you do everything at your own speed.”

“Have we started giving out nicknames already?”

You scrunched your brows “Is it too soon?”

As you waited for him to answer you bit the inside of your lip, hoping you didn’t ruin any chance you had with him.

“No,” the corner of his mouth turned up “I’ll have to think of something.”

He reluctanly uncoupled his arm from yours, “As soon as I’m finished I can help you out with whatever you have left. If you’ll let me help.”

You nodded your head “I would like that.”

“See you soon then?” His hand trailed down your arm until he reached your hand. His fingertips grazed against yours and you lightly held onto them.

“Yep.” You slowly took a step back and held onto his hand until the distance took over. The two of you held eye contact briefly before you turned away from him. Even then, he still watched you. When you walked back to your desk you felt lighthearted, like someone had just breathed new life into you.

~~~~~~

Kento placed the last of his work onto a neatly stacked pile. When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the black, idle screen of his laptop. 

He stared at himself for a moment then straightened his tie with a gentle smile.

The smile remained on his face as he stood to his feet. When he started walking towards you, he noticed the pink box on the desk nearby. He stopped in his tracks to grab it and place it on his desk then resumed his walk back to you.

You smiled when you heard him approaching.

“Hey, I’ve only got a few more left.” 

He pulled up a chair next to you, “We can split the rest if you’d like.”

“Sure!”

You split the stack of your remaining work and handed him a pile.

It was a miracle the two of you could get any work done at all seeing as you were both smitten with each other. Each of you found yourself trying not to think about what happened moments ago at the very desk you were now working at. But when it was all said and done, you worked well together.

“Got everything?” Kento stood at the elevator door with you, holding his belongings.

“Yep, you?”

“Ye- oh wait,” he went to his desk and returned with the pink box you’d given him earlier.

A wide grin plastered across your face “How was it?”

“Surprisingly good,” he looked at you with a smile and held the door open for you.

A silence washed over the two of you but the kind of comforting silence between those who find joy in each other’s company, not the one between strangers, enemies, or distant friends.

“Please tell me our date won’t be at 7am.”

Kento laughed at your joke “I take it you’re not a morning person.”

“Not exactly.”

“Okay,” he pressed his back against the wall of the elevator and looked at you.

You glanced over at him then faced him “What?”

“How’s 10 am sound?”

You slowly nodded your head “Doable.”

The elevator doors opened up to the lobby and he followed out behind you.

“I almost forgot, can I see your phone?”

He held his hand out.

“Uh, sure, yeah.” You fished it out of your purse and handed it over to him.

His fingertips typed away on the black mirror.

“There,” he handed you your phone and you saw his number was saved into your contacts.

“Ah, you forgot somethin’.” 

You edited his contact name from ‘Nanami Kento’ to ‘Katatsumuri’.

“Or should it be ‘Kenny’?” You looked back at him with a wicked smile as you walked towards the parking lot.

“Hey!”

He matched your grin while going out to the parking lot with you.

“I’m just joking!”

Your laughter filled the empty lot and he took pleasure in hearing its echo. He caught up with you and walked by your side.

“So what do you do when you’re not here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Hobbies, like reading or cooking.”

“Oh,” you scratched your head “does watching Netflix count?”

He chuckled as you continued.

“I hardly do much these days if I’m being honest. I used to be different.”

“How so?”

“I would read and draw a lot. Even go to flower fields from time to time. Now I’m lucky if I can even get out of bed.” 

You threw your head back and sighed “The adventures of adulting.”

“What about you?”

“I’m lucky if I can catch a break at all.”

“Hm,” you slowed your steps as you approached your car “we’re not that different after all.”

You leaned against your car door while maintaining your gaze with Kento.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone so dark.”

“It’s alright” you fiddled with your keys “everyone’s a little dark sometimes.”

He studied you for a moment then nodded. A smile started to spread across his face but he glanced at the pavement. The snail had enough of being vulnerable for today.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” 

He looked up at you.

“Alright, ‘Muri.”

He grinned at the nickname and watched you get into your car. Although he walked towards his own vehicle, he continued to watch you to make sure you’d made it out safely.

When he slid into the driver seat he carefully placed his belongings in the passenger seat. He started the car but paused when he noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air. A chai latte during spring. His hands gripped the steering wheel and he looked over his shoulder as he backed out of his parking space with a smile on his face. 

There are more important things after all.

⭐Bonus: He'd def take you to a flower garden for your first date, maybe the wisteria tunnel. He likes to bake and cook but he'd refrain from doing that on the first date. He strikes me as a 'let's not get our hopes up too soon' kinda guy but the more he got to know you, he'd spoil you over time.

[pastxlscorp]

Highschool Headcanons - Tokyo Revengers

Featuring: Chifuyu, Mikey, Mitsuya, and Baji

Chifuyu

Definitely well-liked, mf grew out of his menace phase and is suddenly everyone’s crush

Everyone is gay or straight for this man.

Somehow oblivious to everyone’s attraction to him, man’s a homiesexual and doesn’t notice. When you say he’s attractive he’ll probably just turn tomato red and brush it off like “nooo, you’re prettier!” because he can’t accept compliments.

Kind to his classmates, very respectful to teachers and one of the smartest in the class.

I don’t think he’d gloat about his smarts. He’s confident of his abilities but doesn’t make that apparent to others, unless he’s bragging in front of his friends. He probably gets called on because he knows the answer but doesn’t volunteer.

I’d like to imagine he’s not very extroverted but quite ambiverted and reads manga during class, probably why he gets called on by teachers— they think he isn’t listening.

Looks like a playboy, absolute geek. Fan-girls about manga with his classmates and everyone’s in shock once they realize how nerdy he is.

Always dresses well, even styles his hoodies by using color combos.

Definitely in the school’s book club, boxing club, and in the smart people clubs like the mathletes. Watch the simps join to become friends with him.

To summarize, smart, ambivert, geek, but a sweetheart love him please

Locker is quite organized, mainly crammed with his favorite or current manga books though.

Mikey

His classmates don’t like him and find him quite annoying, always stealing food and pushing himself into conversations

Mf literally known as the “short menace”

His friends know this is his love language so they don’t take it personal, and defend him when their classmates try talking shit abt him

Mf is a menace when people come out rude. He will just joke around and be saying “SIKE” and he’ll get pushed, guaranteed you will be knocked the fuck out. Don’t ruin his vibe.

Very few classmates actually take the time to understand him, and once they learn more about him they find he’s very social-able and actually a big softie for his homies

Sleeps during class. Somehow, still passes— I imagine Mikey is very intelligent but he just doesn’t give a fuck. Probably would be an overachiever if he wasn’t sleeping his dumbass in class and kicking the shit out of people.

Doesn’t participate in any extracurricular activities. Often in detention for his violent tendencies.

His annoying behavior is him trying to get attention, my son… give him love please. He’s completely aware of how everyone perceives him and it makes him a little self-conscious but it doesn’t stop him— it’s who he is.

Actually dresses to impress, all of it is casual clothing though. He got the swagger ⁉️😟

Locker is nonexistent. His notes are in his brain.

Baji

He can’t be acting up, his mom would be so disappointed.

He eventually does ditch the poindexter persona with the glasses and slick back hair but he keeps the suit on.

He does, however, stay calm in class and doesn’t act out unless provoked.

Chifuyu tutors his ass (boyfriend moment)

Gets much better with Chifuyu‘s assistance, starts getting mainly A’s with 1 or 2 B’s.

As soon as he ditched the poindexter persona, everyone is either intimidated or into him. Some find him hot, others find him scary as fuck and probably shit their pants as he walks by.

Thinks that EVERYONE is intimidated by him, completely unaware some of his classmates are attracted to him. If you say he’s pretty he’ll freeze-- dont hurt my son please.

When dressing casual he doesn’t give a fuck about what he wears yet somehow looks good??

Boxing club with Chifuyu because it’s an excuse to be the sadist he is

Locker is a mess. Literally papers thrown around. Somehow, he still understands everything.

Mitsuya

Home-economics club, we see this. This is canon. You cannot disagree.

Classmates absolutely join the club just to talk to him and get to know him. 

I’d imagine he’s more on the introverted side, rarely speaks first and usually waits until spoken to. Doesn’t mean he won’t start a conversation though, it’s just rare since he minds his own business.

Very intelligent, I think he’d be the smartest out of these 4. Big overachiever while managing his sisters and being a division captain, this man has got it all.

Everyone admires him and respects him, along with thirsting over him. It’s very rare for him to speak to you first, you can imagine you’d be everyone’s envy if he does because it means you’ve caught his attention

Ultimately known as the “cloth boy” because of how good his sewing is.

Mf in the halls chilling w his music and vibing in his locker, everyone’s just staring at how pretty his side profile is /hakkai moment

Locker is SOOO organized, pretty with a mirror and magnets n shiz.

He dresses casual but my god his designs in his club?? Everyone wants to wear them. Headass would even look good with a wrinkled ass shirt

He knows he’s attractive and knows his impact on people. Tell him he’s pretty and he’ll be like “Oh? Thank you. You’re very pretty as well.” and give you the biggest shit-eating smirk.

Loves messing with people who are attracted to him, but he’ll only really make a move if he genuinely has a crush on you. A big fucking tease this man, I tell you.

a/n: am I posting this at 11pm? yeah. what are YOU gonna do about it?

[vodkassassin]

Shen Qingqiu decides enough is enough! As is his right

If you see any typos in this, no you don’t 😌

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The door flies open right on the midday hour mark, when the candle that he lit this morning is exactly half gone, and Shang Qinghua immediately dives underneath his desk and throws his arms over his hand.

“I’m almost done!” He calls out desperately. “Just give me a few more hours, I promise I’m almost done!”

Following this, a silence in his office, long and inspecting, takes place. Shang Qinghua, despite all his instincts screaming otherwise, peeks his head up over the edge of his desk and gulps. The person standing in his door, who is surveying his admittedly very messy office (it’s not his fault! Paperwork breeds like multiplying cells! Why doesn’t anyone understand that?!), and looking very, very unamused.

“Ha, um,” he scrambles back to sit on the chair again, trying to get his thundering heart under control. “H-Hello, Shen-shixiong! This — I — I wasn’t expecting….”

Shen Qingqiu finishes his examination of his workspace and locks his gaze upon Shang Qinghua. He steps smoothly into the office, and shuts the door behind him with sure but quiet movements. A cold sweat breaks out down Shang Qinghua’s spine.

He swallows. He reaches forward and grabs up the paperwork he’d been pouring over before this interruption and holds it feebly before himself like a shield.

“A-Acruelly, shixiong…. If shixiong has something he wants from this shidi, I-I’m afraid it will have to wait. Wei-shixiong demanded these requisition forms be looked over and approved before tomorrow a-and there… there are a lot of them to go through…. I think he waited until the last minute — Oh! And Liu-shidi, he — um, he sent in his audit reports late again, so I have to go through those too and I’m really really sorry but whatever you have for me I can’t —!”

“Stop your babbling.” Shen Qingqiu snaps. Shang Qinghua’s jaw clicks shut so fast his teeth hurt a little. Ow.

He watches with wide eyes as his shixiong — who is now scowling heavily, nooo — begins to flip through the various stacks of parchment and scrolls that sit heavy upon Shang Qinghua’s desk. Too terrified to tell him that, actually, only the sect leader should be looking through those ones, Shang Qinghua remains quiet.

Really, nobody tells Shen Qingqiu what he can or can’t do. Those who have tried before are —

Well. They’ve all seen their sect leader.

“These.” Shen Qingqiu slips a smaller stack of documents out from the middle of one of the piles and holds it up. “The supply logs from the previous joint peak night hunting expedition. They have yet to be filed?”

“Shixiong,” Shang Qinghua’s eyes water in frustration, and he holds up his sleeve to cover them. “I meant to, I did! But — but when I was going to get to them, Qi-shimei came in with a cart full of delegated peak maintenance reports! She said if they weren’t done before noon she’d — Ah.” He shudders, peeks over his arm, and goes pale at the way Shen Qingqiu’s eyes have narrowed viciously. He hurries on, voice growing smaller. “I’d just finished them when Wei-shixiong brought me his backlog requisitions….”

He trails off, because the expression on his shixiong face has gone colder and colder the longer he spoke.

“Why haven’t you chosen to delegate?” The man demands from between his locked teeth. “All these disciples that you have, and you’re telling me you can’t delegate a single task to them?”

“Shixiong,” Shang Qinghua’s eyes water again and he shiffles pathetically into his sleeve. “Shixiong, I do delegate. This stuff in my office here, this is all the work only peak lords have the security clearance for. Everything else I delegate to my disciples, because I can’t… I can’t….”

Shen Qingqiu stares down his nose at him, and Shang Qinghua stops talking. He drops his gaze and listens as the man silently turns on his heel and stalks out of his office, closing the door with a solid thump.

He wipes his eyes with his sleeve and drops his arm defeatedly into his lap, frowning down at the water stains his stupid tears have left in the fabric. Silk is so fucking dumb, you can’t walk through without it picking up dirt somehow. It’s why he changed his peak robes to darker colors, because at least black doesn’t show where you’ve been all day.

And seriously, it’s just so much easier to scrub blood out of clothes that aren’t white or beige or pastel.

He shoves his paperwork to the side and folds his arms before him, letting his head thunk down on them with an exhausted sigh. The door opens slightly again and a head peaks in.

“Shizun?”

“A-Kao,” he mumbles into his arms. “I’m gonna die.”

His head disciple gives a polite sound of acknowledgement. “I’ll have someone prepare some of the spiced tea imported from that Eastern desert oasis, then.”

“I love you,” Shang Qinghua says fervently, and listens as his favorite disciple huffs a quiet laugh.

“Will return shortly.”

The door closes again, and with it, Shang Qinghua closes his eyes.

Jin Kao is true to his word, as always, and in fact brings a light snack of fruit and a pastry along with the tea. Shang Qinghua plows through it at record pace and is energized! He’s halfway through the requisition forms for Wei Qingwei when his door is slammed open once again.

He flinches. Taking a fortifying breath, Shang Qinghua glances up and immediately loses all color.

“Shen-shixiong is back!” He shakes, voice wobbling. “With — with Z-Zhangmen-shixiong, ah…!”

Shen Qingqiu stalks into the room, side stepping Jin Kao whose arms are laden with the empty tea set. The head disciple wisely flees into the corner, watching with a narrow gaze as the Qing Jing peak lord all but drags their venerated Sect Leader across the office to stand before Shang Qinghua’s desk.

Shang Qinghua trembles as they both loom over him. What did he do?! Shixiong, what he’s said before was completely reasonable! There was no need to go and fetch your overbearing ge!

Shen Qingqiu points a finger at Shang Qingh— oh wait, not him. At his desk. At the mountains of papers littering his desk.

“If you have time to relax and drink tea in your spotless office,” the second in command sneers at his superior, “then you have time to pick up the slack so that our shidi can do the same!”

Shang Qinghua gapes. He stares up at them with round, round eyes, uncertain as to what’s going on.

Yue Qingyuan, for his part, quails under Shen Qingqiu’s steely and unrelenting gaze. His shoulders are tense, and the way in which he looks around Shang Qinghua’s office with a startled look, only to then turn it upon Shang Qinghua himself, just screams ‘bro, you live like this?’

Not by choice! Shang Qinghua never asked for this, Yue-shixiong! The paperwork just never stops!

Shen Qingqiu pivots sharply, glaring down at him instead. Ah!

“What are you doing?” The man says. “Get up.”

“Ah?” Completely bewildered, Shang Qinghua only stares up at the man in confusion.

“Honestly.” Shen Qingqiu sighs under his breath — a sharp and stilted sound of frustration.

He rounds the desk himself and grabs Shang Qinghua by the upper arm, hauling him up from his chair and dragging him away from the desk.

“Th-This—?!”

“Sect Leader,” Shen Qingqiu nods at the desk. Yue Qingyuan only stares blankly at him, and so he sneers. “These forms must be finished. And the next stack. All by a peak lord — I’m taking Shang-shidi for a well deserved break, so I can’t do it, and Wei-shidi was the one to submit them in the first place. Of the four foremost peak lords of the sect, only you have time and clearance to do it.”

Shang Qinghua sways, shocked. If Shen Qingqiu didn’t still have such a bone-crushing grip on him, he might have even fallen. The other man steadies him immediately, and the sour look on his face sours even further.

Yue Qingyuan’s face is pale. “Qingqiu-shidi….”

“It isn’t as if you were busy with anything else.” Shen Qingqiu plows on past whatever refuting the sect leader was trying to pull. He shakes Shang Qinghua roughly by the arm, and Shang Qinghua rapidly blinks away the spots from his vision. “Look at our shidi, he’s nearly dead on his feet. Are you telling me that you would make him work more, when it’s already clear that he’s overworked?”

Yue Qingyuan pauses. He glances around the office another time, shoulders lowering in slow increments. His resolve is crumbling visibly to everyone in the office.

Shang Qinghua silently mouths ‘overworked’ to himself, stunned.

Finally, the sect leader sighs. “No, Qingqiu-shidi is right.”

Shen Qingqiu snorts. As if to say ‘of course I am.’

Yue Qingyuan steps around the desk and slowly takes the seat that Shang Qinghua had just been forcably vacated from. He eyes the stack of paperwork that are piled high, not just on the desk but on the floor and the shelves surrounding the desk, and an expression of regret eclipses his face.

“This shixiong had not realized Shang-shidi’s workload was quite so…” he trails off, trying to fish for the right word, and finally lands on, “heavy.”

“It’s the Sect Leader’s duty to ascertain that all those under his sect’s banner are taken care of. Those directly under his command even more so.” Shen Qingqiu sniffs disdainfully. “You have no excuse.”

Yue Shixiong bows his head. “No, this one does not.”

“I’m taking Shang Qinghua to Qing Jing to recuperate.”

“Yes.”

Shang Qinghua pales even further. He ducks his head down and glances over to the corner into which his head disciple had squirreled himself away for help.

Jin Kao stares back, an expression of smug victory on his face, and doesn’t say a single word.

This traitor! Unfilial disciple! Shang Qinghua takes back what he said about Jin Kao being his favorite. He’s replacing that brat as soon as he’s able to escape Shen Qingqiu’s clutches.

Shen Qingqiu yanks on his arms, dragging him out of the office. He cranes his neck around, and the last scene he sees before the door slams shut is Jin Kao setting down the empty tea set, picking up a large stack of papers from one of the various spots on the floor, which he then ferries over to the desk at which Yue Qingyuan has picked up the half-finished requisition, looking it over with a frown.

Huh. He’s never seen his head disciple look quite so intimidating before. The boy is practically looming over their sect leader with a dark expression.

That’s a little strange.

He doesn’t see beyond that, though, because Shen Qingqiu slams the doors shut again and drags him off his own damn peak.

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[kasey-writes-stuff]

Got a request for a ler!mcyt of my choice and lee!reader sooooo here it is!

Sam

You and Sam were on a discord call with a few of the guys, it was yours and Sam’s first time meeting in real life! You had been hanging out for a good few hours now and things were great! Well... besides the fact your love language is touch and you don’t know Sam’s love language or how he feels about physical touch in general so you had hardly touched at all apart from the initial hug you briefly shared at the airport... it was very short though you being the first to break it off despite desperately not wanting to, you didn’t know how long of a hug he’d be comfy with and didn’t wanna overstep his boundaries...

“So y/n how was the flight?” Dream asked, you shrugged “Eh not too bad I got the aisle seat and two passengers next to me were teenagers who just sat on their phones most of the plane ride, turbulence wasn’t too bad either” Dream nodded “Thats good then” Ponk asks “So what have you and my Sammy poo been up to?” He giggles softly as Sam rolls his eyes fondly before saying “Not much really just helped them get unpacked and we’ve been chillin watching tv” Sap raised his eyebrows “Oh watching tv hm? Say they been cuddling you yet or asking for tickles?” Your face immediately turns bright red as you exclaim “SAPNAP SHUT UP!” Sam tilts his head confused “uh no they haven’t, I mean I got them to sit on the same couch as me but they haven’t really shown any want of physical touch so I’ve been respecting of that, why do you ask such specific questions sap?” Sap softly smiles “sorry y/n I just figured you would’ve told him or he would’ve found out by now” You sigh softly at him in a light hearted manner not upset at him just throughly embarrassed “it’s fine sap don’t apologize... and no I haven’t and he hasn’t... you know me I always put everyone else’s comfort and needs above my own so I didn’t wanna push things so quickly...”

Sam turns and looks at you softly “Y/N I love that you’re always thinking of others but please think of yourself for once and explain what sapnap is on about” Your eyes soften as you look into his “Well it’s just... my main love language is physical touch and usually whenever I’m with Sap, George and Dream I hug them and cuddle them a lot especially when watching tv and movies but really just any chance I get to be connected to them even just our pinkies being connected I take it because it makes me feel really calm and happy but with this being our first time meeting I don’t know your love language or just feelings on physical touch in general and I was too embarrassed to ask because I didn’t wanna push any boundaries...”

Sam had turned into the pouty face emoji, he lightly and carefully cupped your cheek “Y/N thank you for being worried about my boundaries honey but if you wanted cuddles you should’ve just asked, I would give them to you in a heart beat!” Your eyes slowly look towards his “Really you’re not just saying that are you? Because I really don’t want you to just be feeling like-“ Sam gently puts a finger over your mouth to shush you giggling a bit as he says “honey honey honey ppplllhehehahassehehe calm down, I’m not just saying it to say it I’m more than okay with physical touch I don’t know much about love languages but I would guess it’s probably mine too so don’t worry okay?” His thumb gently caressed your cheek as you smiled softly at him “Okay I’ll try to calm down and think of myself more” Sam smiled softly “you can do it I know you can”

George suddenly pipes up smirking softly as he says “So are we just gonna ignore the last bit that sapnap asked about or what?” Your face flushes a light red at his words and smirk as you quickly try and act oblivious out of flusterdness “Uh what last bit all he mentioned was cuddling right? I mean I don’t know what you all heard but I only heard about the cuddling right?” They all rolled their eyes and a few of them giggled softly, sap spoke up “Actually George is right I did mention something else, I asked if you had for tickles yet” he smirked clearly satisfied with how your blush was already turning an even more noticeable red

Sam raised an eyebrow curiously “uh no they haven’t asked for any tickles? Why do they like them?” Dream grins “Oh no no no they don’t just like them really they love them! Like I’m talking all tickles, rough, soft,playful, anything and almost anywhere!” George nods “Yea the only off limit spots are their feet and knees because they just don’t feel comfortable with their feet being touched and their knees aren’t ticklish neither is their neck” sap nods “Yea they just feel pain whenever someone tries to tickle their knees so we always stay away from there” Ponk who had been silent most of the time just taking in the info his own self possibly for future reference..... audibly awed about how precious this whole thing was “Y/N you are literally the most precious person I think I’ve ever had the absolute pleasure of meeting, we have to meet up in person sometime so I can give you the biggest hug possible!”

You pout slightly at ponks overwhelming kindness and adorableness “Aweee ponksss we’ll meet up soon I’ll be sure of it!” He clapped and smiled excitedly making you smile more, Sam suddenly spoke up “excuse me you’re not meeting my ponky before me!” You scoffed lightly “just watch me!” He snickered softly as he reached out and poked your side “No! You’ll be watching me meet him first!” You jumped and yelped slightly from the poke “ah! Nooo Sam it’ll be you watching me meet him first! And I’m gonna give him the biggest hug ever possible and you’re gonna be so jealous!” Sam smirked very softly at your reaction as he reached out giving you multiple alternating pokes on both your sides “no I’m gonna give ponky the biggest hug ever in the whole world and you’re gonna be jealous!” You squeaked softly at each poke and you heard ponk begin to speak giggling slightly

“Guys guys guys haha just come meet me at the same time okay? We can all have one big group hug! The biggest group hug ever possible!” Sam slowly stopped the pokes and you both looked at each other and nodded before both saying okay! And so you and the guys chatted for a little longer Sam every so often giving you little side pokes and Sam trying to ask the guys for more information on you but the guys refusing and saying he has to figure everything out for himself, before you guys ended call and went to go lounge around in the living room... Sam lays on the couch and opens his arms, you shyly smile lightly blushing a rose color as you lay besides him, his arms wrap slowly and loosely around you his head on top of yours as his hands rest on your stomach, you feel butterflies welling in your stomach just at the simple placement of his hands.... He sighs contently as do you, you let out a small squeak feeling his hands begin to gently rub your stomach “ee! Shaahmm...”

He smiles softly “Yes honey? Something the matter?” You grumble softly cursing him being so teasy already, he doesn’t hear or if he does just ignores it and continues on as you being to wiggle softly... he switches to gently scratching around your stomach in circles causing for you to break into light giggles “ssshahahmmmm” He giggles softly “yes honey what’s wrong why are you so giggly? Wait does this tickle? Awe are you ticklish honey bear? How adorable!” He speeds up slightly making your giggles raise and the teasing makes your blush brighter

“sshahahHAHAHAHhahhammmmm ddoohhoonnntttt sshhaHAHAHyyyy tttHAHAHhahahttt!” He pouts playfully “Don’t say what honey bear? Tickle? Ticklish? Awe do those words fluster you? Do they maybe make the tickles tickle even more?” “SAHHAHAHAMMM!” “I’ll take that as a yes!” He giggles softly as he begins squeezing your sides, making for you to jump and wiggle around your body attempting to instinctively dislodge his hands as your giggles raise becoming much louder “HAHAHAAHAHAHA SSSHAHAHAHMMM IHIHIHITTT TTTHIHIHAHAHAH!” “Awe can’t even say the word can you? That’s okay honey bear I can say it for you! Tickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickle!” Your hands fly up to your face to muffle your loud giggles and to cover your maddeningly red face “AAHH SSSHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAMMMMM!” He chuckled softly continuing the squeezes for a few more minutes for slowing down to give you a break “You okay sweetheart?” You nod your head softly giggling residually “ihihihimmm ggohhooodd”

he smiled softly as he gently pet your head “do you want more or have you had enough?” Your face flushes in embarrassment as you say “more please if you don’t mind...” he grins softly as he says “of course I don’t mind! How about I gooooo here!” He experimentally squeezes your hips and he jumps slightly as you scream and then giggle “AAAHH hahaha!” “Oh death spot sweetheart?” You nod shyly “Ihihi yew hahah” He smiles more as he says “can I?” You nod and so he begins squeezing away and you lose it screaming before falling into cackles which only seem to increase as he begins circling the divots of your hips with his thumbs “AAHAHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Wow this must tickle like crazy for you to laugh like that sweetheart!” You nod wordlessly laughing hysterically before squealing as he switches to massaging, he continues wordlessly for a few moments before he slows down to simply tapping along your hips and sides leaving you to giggle residually as your squirm slightly from the tapping “hehehahhahahehahah wwwohohohohowww hhbehehahaha” “You gonna be okay sweetheart?”

You nod softly “yyeheheahhaha” He smiles lightly as he gently rubs your back “that’s good, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself because I’ll be honest sweetheart I enjoyed myself too” You looked up at him softly “Really?” He nodded “of course I wouldn’t just say that if I didn’t mean it!” You turn towards him and hug him tightly hiding your head in his chest, he hugs you back just as tightly... you raise your head “hey sammy?” He looks down at you “yea honey?” You smirk slightly “Are you.... ya know?” He blushes softly “I-uh I... no?” You snicker “hmm I’m not sure I believe you” you gently wiggle your fingers on his sides and he bursts into giggles

And so now it was Sam’s turn to be a cuddly tickly mess!

[2-cute-4-school]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨

pairing: Lee Donghyuck x gn!Reader 

genre: fluff, a small part of angst but all ends well ;)

word count: 2.4K words

a/n: my part of the christmas collab called ‘The Triangle That Defines Our Existence’, hosted by the lovely, amazing, incredibly talented, the sweetest human being who deserved the entire world @dearncityy (ღˇ◡ˇ)♥, thank you for allowing me to be part of this (੭ु｡╹▿╹｡)੭ु⁾⁾ ᶦ'ˡˡ ᵐᶦˢˢ ᵘ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᶦᶠ ᵘ ᵈᵉᶜᶦᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʷᵉ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ 

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You know how souls are connected? How soulmates are created from the stardust of the same explosion, traveling for millions of years through time and space just to end up meeting in the same coffee shop down the road over a spilled latte after living thousands of miles away for their entire lives? How oceans and mountains, galaxies and dimensions, hate and love tear them apart but this small string, thinner than a strand of hair, but stronger than an entire army brings them back together? How fate works?

Do you think snowflakes miss each other? Born from the same cloud, fluffy and blue, the interest of any curious child’s eyes and just the stretch of an arm away, almost like-

“The blue one, please!”

“Can I get the blue?”

The owner of the candy floss shop stared flabbergasted at the pair of you, hands stretched towards him with bills clutched in-between your fingers. 

“I’m sorry but it seems like there is only one left and we’re out of blue colorant.”

At the newfound information, the boy beside you turned to you abruptly, cheeks flushed and determined shiny eyes.

“I believe I was here first, so I should be the one to get it.”

“Excuse me but you believe wrong, if anything, I asked for it first.”

You both scoffed in disbelief and carried on arguing as the owner watched with apologetic eyes while a line of equally impatient children accompanied by their parents whined for their own sweet treat.

“So therefore, as I have stated in my previous point of my thesis, I-”

“Move, we’ve been waiting here for 5 minutes already-”

Your new archnemesis turned to the kid behind him who dared interrupt his essay with burning eyes which might have just melted the frozen snot peeking from the child’s nostrils.

“Shut up, you bogey-eater garden dwarf! Learn how to respect your elders! You should- Hey!”

As you could tell the child’s mother’s eyes bulging out of their sockets and the choice of words directed towards her son, you quickly shoved the money in the owner’s hands, grabbed the stick of the blue candy floss with one hand, using the other one to drag the boy away from the commotion he himself caused before he lost an ear to the mom’s fury.

“Hey! Hey, you thief! How dare you-”

“Oh shut that trap for once, better thank me for dragging you away before that mother pulled a Van Gogh on you.”

He dusted himself off once you let go as if filth has touched him and you heavily debated just slamming the entire sticky candy on top of his head, but you decided against it. You worked to hard for it just to waste it on a head that didn’t even deserve it.

“This isn’t over, I still want that candy floss.”

“Let’s just share.”

He looked like he wanted to protest but he most likely couldn’t come with a better idea so he just sighed and shrugged dismissively. You both settled down on a bench on the side of the Christmas-decorated street and didn’t waste a second to dig into the cloud of sweetness.

“So... should I ask for the name of the person I fought tooth and bone for blue candy floss?”

“You want to go back and ask that kid? I’m not sure you’ll get out alive.”

You nudged his arm with your elbow and you both broke into smiles. He turned to look at you and you met his honey filled eyes, colorful lights dancing in them and it seemed like entire galaxies were celebrating the upcoming holiday too.

“Donghyuck. Friends call me Hyuck or Haechan. So you can call me Donghyuck.”

You deadpanned, but it only made him giggle louder. His nose was even more flushed than his cheeks and you couldn’t help but admire the way the rosy pink blended in with the natural tan of his skin. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he scrunched his nose mid laugh and you could understand why universes decided to reside in him.

“I hope you choke on candy floss.”

He only laughed harder and if Christmas was a laugh, it would have been Donghyuck’s, pure and hopeful.

“But what is my knight’s in shining armor’s name?”

“It’s Y/N. So you can’t call me. Ever.”

Despite your threatening tone, his smile didn’t lose its brightness. If anything, it shone brighter, lights and colors and happiness playing along his features and you couldn’t help but think that the moles on his face created constellations with the stars in his eyes. You saw art in what others saw as incident.

Donghyuck’s eyes widened as he stared at you, an exaggerated gasp leaving his lips before he exclaimed.

“A snowflake! It’s snowing! It’s snowing on Christmas Eve!”

“What? Where?”

“It’s on your nose!”

Your eyes crossed as you tried to catch sight of the small ounce of snow that settled on the tip of your nose. Donghyuck stared smugly as you turned accusingly and pointed a finger at him.

“You’re making fun of me!”

“I’m not! It really is-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you jumped in your seat.

“Donghyuck, one landed on your nose too! It’s there! It’s really snowing!”

And sure enough, one white traveller after another found their ways down in a whirlwind, waltzing on the last steps to their final destination in the eyes of thousands of admirers.

“Now we have matching snowflakes!”

Donghyuck laughed fondly at your excited tone, watching your enraptured eyes light up like a child’s and he thought that he might have found his Polaris. Right under his nose, he had found the brightest star in his sky.

“Yeah, do you think they were competing for candy floss too?”

“Maybe they confused it with their home. Don’t you think it resembles a cloud in this lighting? Maybe they thought they have found their way back home.” You pondered for a while, before grinning. “Mine won anyway.”

“Pffft, mine must have been confused by yours. How could you confuse candy floss for a cloud?”

You just shrugged, munching on the last bit of the sweet treat.

“Oh, Y/N, how much was it? Let me pay for my half.”

You thrust your phone in his directions, cheeks flushed less from the cold and more from the embarrassment of your next words. Donghyuck watched as you fidgeted in your place, his own expectant excitement building up inside of him as he accepted your phone gingerly.

“The cost is your phone number and a promise to share candy floss again. Only if you want to of course, don’t feel obligated to-”

“Let’s confuse snowflakes again, maybe it’ll snow again. My treat.”

You both smiled so largely your cheeks hurt the entire night.

~~~~

Your snowflakes decided to travel together on that fated day so you and Donghyuck decided to take their example. You stuck together and time didn’t seem to pass in the same way it used to. A year turned into a month, a month into a week, a week into a day and this day into a second. A second spent together. A second you cherished more than entire years. The second Donghyuck decided you put the moon and stars in the sky, or rather the single sparkly star on top of his Christmas tree.

“Stick that fucking star on that branch or I swear it’s either you’re taking a dive into the floor or my back will crack so loud your grandkids feel shivers down their own spine!”

“I’m obviously trying, Donghyuck! The branch is too thick, it won’t fit-”

“That’s what she said- oof!”

You made sure to dig your heel into his ribs hard enough to shut him up.

“Don’t you dare taint this holy evening with your bull!”

He grumbled under his breath but didn’t retort anything and struggled obediently to hold you up for long enough for you to put the finishing touch to his, no, both of yours’ Christmas tree: a silver, shining star.

“I told you it would be easier if we simply used a ladder, but nooo.”

“Where is the romance in that?”

“And where is the romance in me cracking your back and possibly falling on top of this tree?”

Your boyfriend groaned at your smart reply, tapping your thigh impatiently.

“Finally! You can put me down, the asshole has saddled up!”

“Never phrase it like that again please.”

After you were lowered, you both stepped back to admire the piece of art that stole- Donghyuck gasped softly once he took a look at the clock hung on the wall. Four hours?! How could that be possible, it only felt like... a second.

He turned to watch you instead of the overflowing tree, ornated in tinsel and lights. You glowed so much more than any view in this world in Donghyuck’s eyes. His Polaris indeed. No matter how lost he would ever be in life, tangled in his own mind, struggling against his own, one look at his brightest star and he’d find his way back to you through the darkest of nights. He deemed it only right for his guiding star to hang the star on top of your tree as if you hung it in a once starless night once he turned off the lights in the room.

Donghyuck thought that maybe he could live in an eternity in a single day with you.

“Ah, it snowed so much outside. It looks so fluffy, I have to!”

“What, no Y’N, wait!”

Before Donghyuck could even react, you sprung away from him, clumsily slipping on some shoes and running outside in only your sleepwear. Your boyfriend ran after you, gathering your jacket before joining you in the snow. He found you a few steps away from the entrance, crouched before a mound of fresh snow, digging your already reddening hands into it and spreading it around to form drawings and words. He sighed as he laid your jacket over your shoulders and crouched beside you.

“Don’t be so reckless, you’ll catch a cold like this.”

“Look who’s talking” you shot him a pointed look “where’s your own jacket if you’re so worried about colds?”

He spluttered for a moment, realising he forgot his own jacket in his rush to make sure you wouldn’t suffer too much because of the cold.

“I need no jacket. Jackets are for weaklings.”

You rolled your eyes, focusing back on the snow gathered in your hands. 

“I feel bad for the snowflakes. They left their home, maybe they were even separated from their loved ones on the way down here. I bet they miss them. But they are trapped here once they landed. If only they would have the chance to fly for a little longer and search for them.”

You threw it in front of you, watching as it spread all around you, floating elegantly in a dance of their own before regaining their place on the spotless white dessert. Donghyuck watched you with curious eyes.

“I feel so bad for them I almost want to take them into my own home and care for them and love them-”

“But they’d melt.”

“Huh?”

“The snowflakes would melt. It’s not the right kind of home for them. Love isn’t always what they need, sometimes it consumes you little by little, it reduces you to nothing.”

“I’d rather melt into nothingness if it meant I felt even a second of pure love.”

‘That’s Y/N for you indeed’ Donghyuck could only shake his head as a small, content smile settled on his face. He scooped a little bit of snow into his cupped palms and brought it close to his lips. You shrieked.

“Don’t eat it! I get it, I won’t bring snow into the house!’“

He laughed so joyfully the shy moon cowered behind clouds at his beauty.

“I’m not planning on eating it, dumbass.”

“Then?”

“I’m wishing upon snowflakes?”

“Maybe we should head inside, maybe you have a fever.”

“Shut up, I’m not delusional. There are no dandelions during winter and snowflakes are our thing anyway, right? So let’s wish upon a snowflake instead of dandelions this time.”

He didn’t wait for you to react before he blew harshly into his palms, sending the small pile of snow flying out of his hands. Donghyuck could only think of a single thing while watching the swirl of the freed snow dancing in the dimly lit street in front of the house.

I wish for you to be my north star, to keep guiding me home to you.

~~~~

But sometimes it gets foggy. And sometimes you lose your way.

Donghyuck stared at his own reflection in the silver globe. He looked anything but Christmas-y. There was no twinkle in his eye, dull orbs gazing back at him almost condescendingly.

He’s always been a spitfire, a follower of his own fate that he made by his own hands. He swore to never let a flame touch, but promises are meant to be broken and his love, too burning hot, consumed you just like warmth consumed the snow. You slipped through his fingers just like snowflakes get separated in the harsh wind.

And Donghyuck was sure that if snowflakes could feel, they would be the most pitiful. A separation so sudden, so forceful, one that leaves you desperate to turn back time even for just a second. To watch them for longer. To hold on tighter.

‘Lee Donghyuck, you dumbass’

He sighs as he lowers the globe, putting it back into the box that would soon go into the basement where it resides for most of the year. One goodbye after another. Undecorating and storing away the once lively Christmas tree felt even more melancholic than usual, because while it meant a ‘see you later’ to the brightness of his house, he might have lost his chance at even saying a proper ‘please let me see you again’ to the brightness of his soul.

He looked up, catching sight of the lonely star sitting atop of the tree, the only decoration left. So far out of reach.

‘Feels so wrong to search for a stool for that after so long. Also feels wrong for me to be the one to take it off. I got too used to you.’

‘Too empty, where are your ridiculous decorations?’

‘Too blank, where are your rainbow vomit Christmas sweaters?’

‘ Too quiet, where are your late carols?’

‘...Where are you?’

Donghyuck had to shake himself out of his zoned out state, looking out the window at the lights still hung around his porch. He should remove those too. He stepped outside, being immediately enveloped by the winter winds blowing around the freshly laid out snow.

‘It snowed a lot this year. Where are your snow-angels?’

Donghyuck touched the scarf wrapped around his neck. The one he searched for for hours just to find it laid around the ‘neck’ of the snowman you both built earlier that day. Despite his scolding, he couldn’t help but think that who needs presents when his biggest blessing is smiling so purely right in front of him?

‘Are you building snowmen away from me now? Are you using someone else’s scarf now?’

His face contorted into a grimace. He grabbed two fistfuls of fresh snow, throwing them into the wind, watching them meddle amongst themselves

‘You talked all that shit about giving them a second chance to find their loved ones after a storm, to find their soulmates once again. So where are you?’

‘Why don’t you give me another chance to find you too?’

Donghyuck watched helplessly as the snow settled down once again. What if soulmates get lost forever? What if they don’t meet again? He crouched in the middle of the alley to his house. The same one you walked on and away from him.

A lonely snowflake landed on his hand, as if to prove Donghyuck a point. He couldn’t help but chuckle sarcastically, pain lacing his usually bright tone.

‘Are you feeling it too, buddy? Are you alone too?’

‘How about you, my love? Where are you, Y/N?’

Another snowflake slowly descended right by the one already settled on his hand. Destined together, by the hands of fate, by each other’s hand, by time itself. 

‘Ah, found your soulmate, have you?’

‘Where has mine gone?’

A crunch resonated in Donghyuck’s ears, right in front of him. So close.

“Sorry for the wait.”

His head snapped up. Did heartbreak cause illusions? Did desperation cause hearings? No, while his brain took its time comprehending, his heart knew instantly. It recognized its owner.

“It got confused and a little scared on the way here, but it finally found its way back home.”

You were home. At home in his arms, nestled in his embrace, face buried in his chest, right above his erratic heartbeat. 

“You know, late comers have to pay for the wasted time.”

“Oh, is that so? How much is it?”

“Just a lifetime spent together.”

Donghyuck’s eyes sparkled again.

~~~~ 

You still haven’t decided what takes the crown as the best replica of the fluffy clouds traveling lazily across the sky. You stick another piece of baby blue cotton candy in your own mouth while internally debating between the two choices. The floss of sweetness you had the luxury to eat at the moment or-

A whine interrupted you. Your head snapped to the side just to meet a pair of puppy eyes staring back at you, waiting for acknowledgement.

“Hyuckie too~”

“Maybe Hyuckie should have bought his own then.”

Despite your seemingly annoyed retort and the roll of your eyes, you still offered him a piece of cotton candy, one that he didn’t hesitate to snatch right from your hand the moment it was presented in front of his lips.

You stared adoringly at your boyfriend as he munched satisfied on the sweet and you could barely suppress the need to run your fingers through his soft locks, bury your hand into your own warm, lavender-smelling cloud.

“I’m getting flashbacks from our first meeting.”

You snapped out of your haze, redirecting your attention to Donghyuck’s words.

“Huh?”

“It’s the same bench. When you stole my cotton candy and then offered to share it with me oh so kindly-”

“I paid for it! And saved you too for the sake of it!”

“And then trapped me with you in order to repay you.”

You slapped his arm, watching fondly as he dissolved in a fit of giggles. You both knew he didn’t mean it, he spent countless hours thanking the world and you for bringing you two together and allowing him happiness. You sighed a bit melancholic, only just realising that he was right, this was the same bench you ate your first candy floss together. Same place, same people, same surroundings, different circumstances.

“It feels like an eternity ago.”

“And at the same times it feels like only yesterday.”

A beat of silence passed before Donghyuck spoke again, quieter, more careful, almost timidly.

“I’m scared too sometimes.”

You leaned into him, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. He brought the hand that wasn’t holding your waist already up to your face, cupping your cheek delicately and caressing it with his thumb. His snowflake finally had a soulmate.

“Why?”

He bumped his nose against yours, leaning his forehead against yours. He had you, under his fingertips, breaths mingled, hearts beating together.

“What if it’s over before we realise?”

You hummed softly, your lips brushing against his as you murmured your next words, a secret shared between lovers

“Doesn’t matter. Time is nothing with you, an irrelevant notion meant to hurry us when all we want to do is linger a second more. For you and me, there’s no end and no beginning.”

And sure enough, here you were. Two snowflakes, vulnerable and in passing, sharing a cloud and a timeless bond.

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Based on a True Story

Summary: there's this boy who makes you super uncomfy and doesnt take a hit, but you're to sweet to tell him to back off. Katsuki Bakugou, the more blunt end of the friendship, is happy to tell him off and free you from that sorry bastard.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possible tw, a lot of swearing and some pretty colorful insults, there are guys that are really fucking creepy, based on the actual events of February 7th, 2021 at around 10:30 pm

A/N: this was very very rushed, I just wanted to write myself some comfort real quick and go to bed last night and I didn't have time to properly edit! I'm really proud of some of the banter lmao, please enjoy and never be afraid to punt a ballsack! I'll add tags later🙄🙄🙄

A message popped up on your screen and your once neutral expression went sour. Slamming the face of your phone onto your pillow, you groaned angrily into your bedspread, catching the attention of a certain ash blonde sitting in your comfy desk chair a few feet away. Katsuki Bakugou, one of your best friends, gave a questioning glance but refused to meet his ember gaze

“What’s your deal?” He asked, not letting his genuine curiosity as to why there was such a pained look on your face, show.

You opened your mouth but paused.

Katsuki already knew about this boy and scolded you every time he saw his name pop up in your notifications, telling you to ‘fucking block him already’ for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t like you had feelings for the guy anymore, you were just too nice and polite to cut him off completely and tell him to go fuck himself.

The ash-blonde had already volunteered to do it for you, but you always said no because you knew he’d just find another way to contact you.

“It’s that piss baby again isn’t it?” 

“Yeah…”

“Wow, did you just agree with one of my insults?”

“Suki, I’m about to take you up on your offer to tell him to go fuck himself.”

He snickered, “Now you’re talking sense. What the hell is that pansy bitching about now?”

You sigh and roll over on your back and Katsuki moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I cut him off for a while, I really did! It felt so good to be free of him, but then he got my number again and started bothering me a few days ago. I saw him at school yesterday and told him I wasn’t interested in dating at all and he was like whatever so I honestly thought he could keep it in his pants and we could just be friends but nooo! He calls me a simp for anime guys, I tell him to stop being a hypocrite because he used to simp for me and he was like “I still do. You’re the only one” yeah like I’m stupid enough to actually believe that!”

You paused to catch your breath, but before you could start speaking again Katsuki interjected, “Well, you are stupid…”

You socked him in the bicep and he hunched over laughing. You looked so fucking adorable when you got royally pissed at him.

“Oh go to hell.” You snapped, crossing your arms and continuing, “Anyway, this guy used to simp for my goddamn sister! Not only do I reject being a replacement for her, but if she rejected his sorry ass, that means he’s a huge piece of shit because she’s super picky.”

“I might’ve mentioned that once or twice-”

You punched him again to shut him up. “Plus he’s super creepy and gross and it always feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and whenever he’s around I want to dive into a pool full of only chlorine and drink it. I’m just trying to coexist and just be nice to him but apparently, a female looking in his general direction means that they want dicked down by his micropenis. He’s so fucking dense too. Why can’t he see that I’m not interested, especially after I EXPLICITLY told him that?!”

By that point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears, bottom lip trembling just slightly with bottled up emotion.

Katsuki could see it.

You felt trapped in something you never signed up for and you’d do anything to get out. All of this frustration had been stored inside of you for so long and it just kept mounting and multiplying until you burst into tears.

“Goddammit, come here dumbass,” He growled, gathering you into a warm embrace, “You can’t keep all this bs inside okay?”

He let you sob into his shoulder, one calloused hand supporting the base of your neck and the other crossed firmly over your back so you’d feel safe and secure; away from the world full of horrible people and into a small one of just your best friend’s warmth and the sweet sweet scent of caramel.

“Why don’t you listen to me? You’re just too fucking nice to every shitty dickhead that sees you as an easy, fuckable target. Something really fucking bad is gonna happen to you if you don’t shape up and learn how to punt a dude’s excuse for a ballsack and tell him what you really think.”

You raised your head from the solace of his shoulder to look at him with big, reproachful doe eyes and whimpered, “I tried that!”

“Have you tried punting their fucking balls first?”

“No… that would hurt.”

“That’s the point.”

“But if I did it without reason I could get suspended or charged with aggravated assault!”

It was Katsuki’s turn to sigh.

“That’s not the point dumbass, the point is that you need to tell these bastards off when they start getting creepy. You know what? Why don’t you just fucking ignore their sorry asses in the first place!”

You sniffle and drag a hand over your cheek to dry your tears, then resume your position with your face in the crook of your best friend’s neck.

“I feel bad for them.”

“Well stop. I’m gonna call him now alright? After that, we’ll block his stupid ass on every fucking app, you hear me?”

You nod and hug him tighter as he leans forward to grab your phone and opens it with your passcode, swiftly finding his name in your contact list and pressing the call icon, then he tapped the speaker button and waited.

The call was picked up almost immediately and a voice on the other line said, “Hey cutie! I was just about to call and ask to see if you wanted to come over on-”

“She’s not here.” Katsuki cut him off with a dry snarl, “And last time I checked she wasn’t interested enough in your sorry ass for you to be calling her ‘cutie.’” 

You could almost hear his lip curl in utter disgust.

“Who the fuck are you?” The voice asked, dropping its sickeningly sweet tone to something more appropriate in light of the previous insult.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend you dickwad-” You popped up from your haven in surprise, mouth open to sputter in protest but he put a finger to your lips and smirked, “who the fuck are you?”

“No fucking way that whore has a boyfriend-”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me? Shut your mouth, you mother fucking pussy, insult her one more time and I’ll fuck you up so bad you won’t be recognizable by the time you get to the hospital.” He snapped back, “She’s crying right now because you’re too dense to realize she doesn’t want any business with some horse-faced piss baby like you. Take the hint right fucking now you useless bastard so you don’t make the mistake of coming near her again because I. Will. Kill. You. Delete this number because she’s too sweet to block you herself, but I will.”

“Fuck man, I was just tryna get laid. She’s the one who started rubbing herself all over me-”

“I said delete this number. Damn, you are a dense piece of shit aren’t you?”

“Hey, I-”

Katsuki pressed ‘end call’ and blocked his contact, moving from Instagram to Snapchat, to any social app you had, and blocked him left and right until he was satisfied.

“Feel better?” He asked softly, tossing your phone aside and peeling you off.

You carded a shaky hand through your hair and wiped your eyes, giving him a watery smile and a nod.

“Why did you tell him that we were in a relationship?” You asked, voice on the edge of a taunt.

“To make him mad.”

“I mean, it worked, but is that the only reason?” You giggled.

“The hell are you insinuating?”

“Do you… possibly by chance… have feelings for me?”

You batted your eyes at him and he retched, but the smirk was still present on his handsome features.

“What’s it to you?”

You squirm a bit, but something pops into your head so you can stall a bit longer.

“I mean, you’re not THAT ugly-”

He responded with a simple, harsh flick to the forehead to make you whine and try to whack him, but he easily intercepted your fist and pushed you on your back, caging you in nothing short of a horizontal kabedon.

It was your turn to smirk, “Yenno ‘Suki, I could very easily… oh what was your phrasing? ‘Punt your fucking balls’ in this position…”

“Just shut up and tell me what the hell you want.” Katsuki snapped.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You prod.

“You look like a pissed hamster when you’re mad.” He shot back.

“You smell like a fucking candy store after training.”

“You’re the dictionary definition of a dumbass.”

“You have a better hourglass figure than Yaomomo.”

“You're quickly becoming an extra.”

“Date me.”

“Fine.”

“Wait really?”

“It’s the only way I can kiss you, protect you, and keep you all to myself.” He shrugged, leaning in dangerously close, “You don’t fucking understand how hard it is to watch you prancing around with one failed abortion after another and watching you cry because they leave since you don’t want the one thing they’re after.”

“You’ve always been there for me ‘Suki… I guess I just took you for granted, and I’m really sorry.” You met his soft vermillion gaze with a meaningful and apologetic one and reached out to squeeze his hand.

“‘S okay. You’re mine now, right?”

You nod, smiling. 

“So it doesn’t matter how dense you are anymore.” He smirked, laying down on your bed and dragging you down with him so you were tucked comfortably under his chin.

You grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, preparing to turn on an anime you had in mind.

“What romance garbage are you inflicting on me this time?” Your new boyfriend groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“One that’s super sappy and romantic and sad just to piss you off.” You pouted, clicking on each letter to form the desired word in the search bar.

“Have fun with that.” Katsuki snarked, beginning to move away, but you stopped him by deftly pressing your lips to his.

You slowly pulled away, blushing furiously, but happy to feel strong forearms snaking around your front and crossing over your stomach.

“I certainly will.” You respond.

[amane-by-together]

I love you more than words can say || yugi amane

genre: fluff

summary: where [name] and amane have been shipped but they didn't mind because they like each other.

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In one classroom, a certain choppy haired boy named Amane Yugi was looking by the window pane watching the blue sky as the clouds slowly moves in each second. He didn't talk much and is a little awkward with words when it comes to interaction, but he made an exception to someone. Her.

[name] is a new student to their class. She recently moved to Kamome during the summer. [name] doesn't really stand out that much, she's rather shy and awkward when you meet her, but when she started to talk to Amane, the two became closer and comfortable with each other.

"Yo~!" [name] pulled her chair next to Amane's desk. Her [hair color] colored hair was down and there are few hairs sticking out from different places meaning that she haven't brushed it first thing in the morning. She grinned softly. "How is my best friend doing~?"

Amane felt his heart skip a beat, he notices that her hair was a mess, he pointed a finger at her. "[name], your hair is such a mess." he smiled while pulling out a hairbrush. "Let me fix that for you."

Amane stands up and beckoned [name] to sit on his chair. "Oh, Amane-kun, it's fine." she insisted while swatting her hands.

"No, I insist." Amane grins charmingly at her. [name]'s lips formed into a thin line before sitting down on his chair. He held the hair brush and carefully brushed her hair.

"Yiee~ Yugi is brushing [surname]'s hair~!" One of their classmates mentions then soon the whole room was erupted with 'Yieee' and 'Aww'

Amane scowled at them still continuing to brush [name]'s hair. "Tch. Can you not?" he asked with a hint of annoyance on his voice. "I'm brushing her hair. It will be appreciated if you guys mind your own business and let the two of us have our quality time, yeah?"

[name] suddenly felt shy making her look down to her lap and twiddled her fingers. Due to their closure, their classmates started to ship the two, hoping that the two will end up with each other. The two didn't mind since they already have feelings for each other.

"Done~!" Amane announced as he feels proud of his work. [name] blushed, her face turning the color of a cherry tomato, taking some thick strands of hair and draped over to her face. "[name]?"

Amane smiled fondly, grabbing the chair and sat in front of [name] who was covering her face with her hair. "Hm?" she hummed. "What is it, Amane-kun?"

"Hold still."

"Eh...?"

Amane inched closer to [name], reaching his fingers towards her delicate face. He removed the strand of hair that was covering her face and tucked it behind her ear instead.

"Don't do that..." His cheeks seeped into a shade of vermillion, placing his hand on her cheek and slightly pouting his lips. "You're pretty cute, I don't want you to hide that..." he softly tells her while caressing her cheek using his thumb.

'Too close! Too close!' [name] warned herself. "Ne, Amane-kun...?" she questioned as she pointed at their classmates who were watching the whole scene unfold. Amane sighed frustratingly raising an eyebrow at them.

This time Amane was so done of them watching on how they were being sweet to each other. He usually didn't mind being shipped with [name] but sometimes it gets really annoying. "[name], let's go somewhere else where we can be alone."

[name]'s eyes widened a bit, it was bold of Amane to take her out just for them to be alone in each other's comfort. The raven haired boy tenderly gripped on to her warm hand and walked her out to the classroom making their classmates squeal loudly like fans.

"Amane-kun, do you want to go there?" [name] asks tilting her head towards the teenage boy.

"Sure~" Amane slyly smirked at her swinging both of their hands while walking. He leaned over to her side and whispered, his hot breath fanning against her ear. "After all, we're alone over there~"

Y/n's face turned into a bright red color, she slightly pushes him away from her and scoots away. "W-What are you doing?!" she whispered loudly.

"Just stop complaining..." Amane sighed grabbing her hand and interlaced their fingers together. "Let's go to the rooftop."

"Aw~ They look so cute together!"

"I wish all!"

"I ship them so much!"

"If they weren't dating, I bet they like each other!"

[name] kept looking forward ignoring their comments about the two of them. Amane turned his head to her direction. "You okay, Y/n?"

[name] nodded while smiling. "Mhmm, I'm fine."

Although, [name] fell head over heels in love with Amane at the moment he started talking to her. The two have great chemistry together, he noticed. Not long after, Amane begun to have feelings for the girl.

The two arrived at the rooftop, feeling relieved that no one was there. "Let's go sit at the bench." [name] pointed at the empty chair by the distance. "Okay?"

Amane sat on the bench and signalled [name] to come closer. The latter nodded as she sat down next to him. "Feel frustrated about them?"

But Amane didn't reply, he simply took her hand and started to play with her fingers. His excuse is that it's his habit to play with someone's fingers and the truth is that he admired her pretty hands.

"Amane-kun, tell me..." [name] sighed, averting her gaze away from the male. "Were you annoyed when they ship us?"

"Sure, the shipping could be annoying." Amane smiled caressing her finger joints using his thumb. "But I don't really mind if it was with you..."

"I mean, we just met recently and we get along pretty well." he grins causing his cheeks to turn red. "Although, they should tone down the shipping."

"What was our ship name again?" [name] puts her finger under her chin to think. "It's [ship name] right?"

"[ship name]..." Amane slowly drops her hands to process the words. "Not gonna lie, it's a cute name, our classmates really thought hard about it, especially on the part that they want us to be together..."

"It feels pretty nice, being shipped with the person you love." [name] stated until her eyes widened as she realized what she just said. "W-Wait! I-I didn't mean it like that!"

"What was that again?" Amane's tone turned into a teasing one as he leaned over to [name]. "I didn't quite hear you~"

"I didn't say anything." [name] turned her head away from Amane, her voice trailing down into a whisper.

Amane took her chin between his thumb and index finger to make [name] look at him but the latter remained her gaze averted from him. "You don't have to be so shy around me babygirl~"

"I like you, Amane-kun..." [name] confesses, her cheeks turning even more red than an apple. "Ever since we got so close..."

This time it was Amane's turn to blush and stutter at her words. "Y-you l-like me?" he asked in disbelief whilst pointing at himself releasing her chin. "For real?"

[name] nodded slowly, the feeling of embarrassment kills her but in the same time she feels serendipitous. Amane blushed, lowering his head as his bangs were slightly covering his amber eyes. "Please forgive me what I'm about to do..."

"I'm getting rejected aren't I?" Amane slips his hands around her waist then he blushed the way he was holding her intimately. [name] placed her palms on to his chest gently, completely clueless on what was happening.

"If you were then I wouldn't be able to do this..."

Amane closes his eyes and tenderly tugs [name] closer to him. Tilting his head slightly just before his lips reaches her, and then he planted a soft kiss on her lips eliciting a soft 'tsup' from their lips. He pulled away to see a blushing [name] trying to utter a word, he smirked. "I think I broke the blushing [name], let me try that again~"

Amane kissed her again but this time it lasted more than a mere second. [name] stood there blushing like a cherry tomato. "W-Why d-did you do that?" she questioned while placing her hands on his shoulders.

Amane lifted her chin up and grinned softly at her. He moved his face closer to her as their noses were touching. "[name], I love you more than words can say. I started to have feelings for you ever since we got shipped and we got closer."

"Be mine?"

"Of course." [name] smiled with a blush on both of her cheeks. Just then, Tsukasa came through the door like a normal person would as he watched his older twin brother with a girl.

"[ship name]~!" Tsukasa announced. "The ship has sailed!"

Amane blushed, he wrapped his arms around [name] and buried his face on to her neck making her feel flustered. "A-Amane-kun!" she frantically says trying to pull away.

"Nooo...don't pull away babygirl~" Amane digs his face even deeper to her neck to hide his blush. [name] beckoned Tsukasa to leave which the latter winked and left.

Amane releases [name] as Tsukasa left the rooftop. [name] hugged herself making him pout. "Why hug yourself, when you have my arms to wrap around you~?"

He swiftly pecked her lips making her caught off guard. [name] stood up from the bench because she was flustered by Amane's cheesiness but then he tenderly held her hand making her stop.

"I'm not yet done with you, Y/n~"

And you know what happens next (oop).

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a/n: guess who? lmao it is i tomorrow-by-tsundere from wattpad, mostly known from my fanfic called ghosted...yeah. hope u enjoy this oneshot that took three days to make lmao.

[mixelation]

As an obnoxious artsy computer science academic, I can't stand a lot of sci-fi lmao. Most ppl tho don't care even if they're told it's completely wrong. I was wondering if you have any arguments for well scienced fiction other than mine, which is that it offends me, specifically

unfortunately i'm PRETTY MUCH LIKE THIS TOO. i really like biology so sometimes when scifi gets it drastically wrong i'm like. nooo not my baby......!

but the things that annoy me on like, the level where i think there's potential societal harm:

the way scientists are depicted in fiction is often just, like. actively anti-science, or otherwise make scientists unsympathetic in a way that makes people see them as like.... well, underrepresented demographics are more likely to go into STEM fields when they've experienced stories about scientists like them (ie, "humanizing" stories where people learn scientists are just people with a job, esp stories about scientists who are marginalized themselves in some way-- scientists of color, women, disabled scientists, first gen, etc), PLUS people are more likely to engage in good faith with science communication if they think they're just other people with jobs

popular media that misrepresents aspects of science often fuels popular misunderstandings that can lead to huge negative effects, i.e., Jaws depicted wildly unrealistic shark attacks and led to real human affects on sharks (no i don't really remember the specifics bc it's late and i've had two glasses of wine). or you get stuff like people WILDLY misunderstanding wolf social structures and then getting weird AF about it.... or misunderstandings of how gene editing or mutation works from the overwhelming scifi tropes that are just Wild In A Wrong Way

introducing biological determinism as an excuse for unacceptable behavior. this is like people who defend men harassing women as, like, their biological imperative to spread their seed, or people listing scientific "facts" as a reason for discrimination ("facts" in quotes because they're basically all bullshit or a misunderstanding)

sometimes popular depictions of how things work causes people to make dangerous IRL decisions. i'm specifically thinking of medical emergencies, but also sometimes tropes related to various types of natural disasters or characters doing funky physical things that would kill you IRL.

this isn't related to any ethical questions but like. i just think it brings an extra layer of cool when fictional is well-scienced???

oh!!! actually i REALLY HATE tropes that revolve around the way science is being conducting on screen as like. 100% deterministic, like, "we did the science and we are 120% sure how this DNA sequence translates into phenotype, and any dissent is proven to just be another person being a worse scientist." science is an ongoing moving target and people disagree constantly and basically no discoveries are the work of a single genius, and i'm just bored with fiction depicting it this way and making ppl outside of STEM fields think science works like this. see point one

obviously i don't think individual works need to be 100% scientifically accurate, especially if it's just one writer or a small team, and it's fun to have wild and impossible things in fiction, but certain trends across media particularly bug me. the major ones are 1) tropes re: medical treatments being misrepresented in ways that could get someone killed if copied IRL, and 2) people being completely uncritical of scifi tropes/motifs that are like two steps away from eugenics.

i don't think it's the responsibility of an individual creator to educate or explain all the Bad And Inaccurate things in their writing, ESPECIALLY if it's aimed at adults who should have their own education & critical thinking. but it's just like..... some patterns/trends and the way they interact with the overall zeitgeist are really frustrating

[reannabeth]

So I am rewatching the Percy Jackson Peter Johnson movie, and I just thought I’d make an official post for all my icks with it.

Why? Cause I like to rant? Idk.

First off, characters:

The age thing threw me off. They’re sixteen? Seriously? Why did they think that was a good idea? Did they want it to be a full-out series or not?

Leaves less room for character growth, both physically and mentally- and romantically (which I will get to in a bit).

Plus, the way the characters are written in the books is meant to fit twelve year olds, so everything they do feels off. Pessimistic 12 year old Percy was so funny. Like his sass would genuinely catch me off guard, because he’s so freaking young and you don’t really expect him to be so fearless and rash. Movie Percy does have sass and the awkward pessimist thing down pretty much to a ‘t’, but the way the right it can come off a bit corny, despite Logan Lerman’s best acting. Boy does the guy do a great job. His performance almost overshadows the bad writing, but not quite. Gods, the Capture-the-Flag tripping all falling over himself thing was fabulous, though the rest of the scene didn’t quite match up (do they even know how that game works??) Also,,, later corniness. Again. I don’t really care about the eyes thing, because blue is still the color of the ocean.

Annabeth is way too aggressive. Why is she so eager to slice-and-dice him even though they’ve never officially met? I guess she took the place of Clarisse in that way, but WHY. Clarisse had reason; Percy humiliated her and her cabin. If they wanted to get him to heal in the water and such, that could’ve been achieved if they had just followed the freaking books. They just… butchered her character in so many ways. Her appearance, the handy dandy Yankees ball cap, all that. The whole purpose of her being blonde was to discount the stupid dumb blonde stereotype and feed into her need to prove herself to everyone. That was taken away too.

Speaking of which… Grover. Baby boi, they ruined you. I didn’t mind them making him black… until they made him all party-like and confident. That may have not had to do with his race, though, and just trying to make him act more like the satyrs from the myths. But that defeats the point that Rick made; he purposefully made Grover scared and stressed and doing his best all the time as a foil to that stereotype- which is made obvious when the Party Ponies come into play in the second book. I miss that Grover. Also, why was he just like standing around during the disaster of the Minotaur scene (Gods, they made that so lame). It would’ve been better if he was unconscious, because then he wasn’t just standing around. I could’ve excused it as him just being reluctant because he’s scared, but this Grover is brave and more protective, a better fighter. Why would he just stand and watch? There are just so many things that don’t add up.

Chiron and Luke were really the only characters that felt true to their book forms.

The stand-off between Luke and Percy was cool, but the plot twist in the book is just so much better. I was totally blown away by the easy-going camp counselor dude poisoning a twelve year old kid with scorpion venom. Also, Luke got his scar from Percy? NOOO. It was never about Percy. It was about Luke and his dad. Percy was just a means to an end or an enemy to get rid of.

Gods, they forgot the prophecy, too. And Ares. And Clarisse. And Mr. D.

I don’t even want to talk about Hades. Or Persephone, for that matter. Why was she there? It wasn’t winter and- nope, not even. Just nope.

Riptide is a ballpoint pen, not a clicky one (though this one is admittedly cooler. WE NEED THE TARTARUS SCENE WHERE HE ANNABETH FIGURES OUT HE CAN WRITE WITH IT). And the shield thingy… that’s Tyson’s. He made it in the second one.

The thing is, Rick ties everything into his later works, so many of the changes they made mess with future possibilities and therefore narrow the rest of everything.

I understand not having every scene, every detail included in the movies. But why keep things if you’re going to change them?

Why have the hydra come in this movie? It comes in the second book, bro.

WHERE ARE THE ORANGE CAMP HALF-BLOOD SHIRTS??

Oh, right I was supposed to have topics. Sorry, everything is blending in together.

uh… ROMANCE.

Why was Grover a ladies man :|

What the Tartarus were they doing with Percabeth? Long, kinda creepy stares and close contact. THIS STUPID LINE: “I definitely have strong feelings for you. I just haven’t decide if they’re positive or negative yet.”

Like,,, EW. Is this supposed to be the “You drool in your sleep” replacement? How about no.

They took away the cute little crushes and slow-burn friends to lovers (even though it kinda started off as enemies).

MOMMA’S BOY

every moment Percy had with his mom was so awful. Why is he using “mother” so much? That’s only for his dad, because they haven’t reached the kind of relationship where Percy can call him Dad. I wanted to see the scene with her coming home from the candy shop with a big bag of candy and him pretending to be cranky when she shows affection but you can tell he loves it and ughhhhh

WHY

What did I like? The music. The Lotus flowers and casino scene. The pearl plot line thing was admittedly smart, but overall problematic and questionable. Why the Parthenon? Why not Crusty’s?

I do also like Percy and Grover’s bud relationship, but Annabeth was supposed to be his guide of a sort. So they either could’ve had them both guide him, or her alone. We needed more time to get to know her.

Where was Cerberus? I guess they didn’t want a repeat of Fluffy in The Sorceror’s Stone (since this is the same director), but still. He’s a major part of the Underworld system. And I wanted fancy Italian suit Charon and the “died in a bathtub” scene. The Hellhounds were also creepy, so how does the whole Mrs. O’Leary thing work? Also, makes me wonder why they didn’t have Percy be attacked by one during Capture-the-Flag like in the books.

ALSO WHY DID GROVER STAY? WHY? The Sally I know would never let him do that. Also, Sally can’t even get through the boundaries and into Olympus anyway, so why…? Why.

Persephone being all weird and flirty to Grover was just… ew. Again. Ew ew ew ew.

Hades is not the bad guy, he just came across a situation he could take advantage of. It doesn’t make sense that Luke would get it to Hades and Hades alone. It gets rid of the whole Kronos thing.

And the prophecies were gone, too. I know they brought them up in the second one, but not very well. The second one retconned the first’s continuity and yet still sucked on representing the second one. Yeesh.

Anyway, that’s my spill. I could organize it better, but I’m too tired at this point.

[petitelepus]

25 Days of MTMTE Christmas, Part 25, Christmas Sweater

It’s Christmas Eve on Lost Light and everyone is all dressed up.

Merry Christmas everyone! I understand that this has been a hectic year and there are people who can’t celebrate Christmas like they would like to because of the Coronavirus so I hope that ‘25 Days of MTMTE Christmas’ has been lightening your dark nights and made you smile even the tiniest bit.

I want to thank my beloved friend @missykitty​! She read every single chapter and edited them, gave me inspiration, corrected my spelling and choice of words because English isn’t my first language or even second. She made this story possible.

I want to also thank you all for reading and enjoying my stories. I write to bring joy to people and I have been extra diligent this year. I wish you all Merry Christmas and thank you for being so strong.

You loved the holidays! You always had. Christmas was the time of joy and celebration with loved ones. The exact things that you were missing from Earth. Here in space, in a whole other galaxy, you had found a new family. Your found family made sure that you had everything you ever needed or desired, and you loved them back with your whole heart. But none of them celebrated Christmas, so you felt lonesome and nostalgic for your Christmas traditions. You rode your hover scooter through the empty halls before arriving at the mess hall for dinner. It was a bit depressing that your Christmas dinner would be the same as any other day. You were shocked out of your thoughts when you realized that the mess hall was deserted. Where was everyone? You looked around in confusion. Usually, the hall would be filled with hungry Autobots around the clock, but now the place looked abandoned. You felt even more depressed at the thought of eating your Christmas dinner all alone. You despondently made your way to your usual spot. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a handwritten note on the table. 'Come to the meeting room!' They didn’t forget about you after all! Aww, how sweet they were. You were curious about what they had planned for today. You couldn't help but smile excitedly as you picked up the note and left to go where you were instructed. You arrived at the door. You could hear voices coming from inside. Was everyone there just waiting for you? You smiled to yourself. You left your scooter at the side of the door, and pressed the buzzer. The voices inside halted instantly. You put in the code and entered. You were surprised to see that it was pitch black in the room. You clapped your hands to activate the lights. What you saw took your breath away. "Merry Christmas!" Everybody cheered. You were stunned at the sight. You were expecting to see your Cybertronian friends, but instead the room was filled with humans. Humans you didn't know. You weren't that good with people back on Earth, so just how bad you were going to be with them in space? You were about to bolt, but this short stocky man approached you. He was wearing blue shield-style sunglasses. Oh God, he had a Christmas sweater on. A bright red sweater that read 'He Sees You When You're Drinking' in white bold letters. You stared at his sweater. You absolutely adored so-called ‘Ugly Christmas Sweaters’. You didn't even know why for sure, but they were funny and quirky. You made it a tradition to check secondhand stores for rejected Christmas sweaters. When you were younger, you were teased for wearing them. Then they became popular, and even your former bullies started wearing them to ‘Ugly Christmas Sweater’ parties. You were annoyed about that, but at least now you could share your love of tacky things with others. "Hi, yes, we are happy you made it!" The man said happily in a voice you knew. You blinked. "Swerve, is that you?" "Yeah, it's me! Everyone is here also!" He said happily. He stepped closer to you. "It was mine and Rewind's idea to use our human avatars to make you feel at home. How do you like it?" Well, you were speechless and taken aback at how sweet their intentions were. You smiled and were about to answer the bartender, but then your eyes landed on him. "OhmyGod!OhmyGod! Oh! My! God!" You squealed. You quickly covered your mouth when you realized just how loud you were being. "I can't, I just can't...!" "What?? What is it?!" Swerve asked in a panic, fearing that he and others had messed up somehow and offended you. But you didn't respond. You ran straight to this tall woman wearing a beautiful purple Victorian-style dress. But it wasn't her you were squealing for. It was a toddler wearing a blue polar bear sweater with an actual crystal blue pacifier clipped to the material. The little guy even had blue sunglasses similar to Swerve’s. "E-Excuse me, Ma’am, bu-but could I hold your baby?" You asked barely keeping your composure as you looked at the little guy. The woman smiled slightly, and… Oh no, she was hot. She lifted the toddler out of the baby carrier on her chest, and offered him to you. "Hold him carefully,” she said.

You nodded as you took the toddler from her arms and pulled him close.

"Oh my God, you're so cute! Where have you been hiding all my life, you little cutie pie?"

Okay, you were totally baby-talking to the cutest child you may have ever seen. Your voice had probably raised an octave, and you weren’t worried about controlling the volume of your voice anymore. Maybe you sounded ridiculous, but your heart was mush and you had no shame.

"I'm not a baby, or whatever it is!" The child suddenly exclaimed. You blinked in surprise. You looked at the child carefully, and saw a light blue ‘T’ on the child's adorable sailor hat. And that voice...!

"Tailgate? Is that you?" You asked.

The child nodded. "Yes!"

"Oh, Tailgate..." You sighed in joyful surprise. Then you smiled even wider before hugging the mini-human. "You're so freaking cute!"

"Nooo…! I'm ferocious!" Tailgate cried.

You turned to look at the tall woman that had been holding Tailgate before. "Cyclonus?"

"That would be me,” she, no, he said. "You look amazing,” you said. "Thank you." You gave Tailgate back to Cyclonus, then turned to gaze at the rest of the holoforms mingling in the room. One by one, you recognized familiar features in these human forms. You jumped over to a tall young man, with a dark flame tattooed arm, wild auburn hair, and a handsome smile. He was wearing a short-sleeved sweater that read 'You Can Get On My Naughty List Anytime'. You grinned. "Rodimus! You look great! Very hot!" You joked, winking at him. "I know.” You giggled as Rodimus licked the tip of his digit and then pressed it to his hip, making a hissing noise. You turned to see a young lady wearing a dark blue sweater with so much text on it that you had to squint to see what was written there. 'Santa Saw Your Facebook Pictures, You're Getting Clothes And A Bible For Christmas'. Ouch. Only one mech would approve of a shirt like that. "Ultra Magnus, sir? Is that you?" You asked. The woman holoform nodded. You grinned and pointed at his sweater. "That sweater looks good on you." "Thank you. Although, I have no clue what this ‘Facebook’ is. I presume that it's a device or program that keeps records of criminals and persons of interest. That sounds like a good idea to me." You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. Instead, you clapped. "Wonderful sweater. Truly." You moved on to the next mech and--Oh! Who was this big silver fox standing before you, tall and proud in a sweater that had 'Naughty' and 'Nice' with checkboxes in front of each… but the checkbox in front of 'I Tried' was the one that was check-marked. You barely paid any attention to the text, rather watching how the sweater was stretched across his broad chest and muscled biceps... "It's Megatron,” Rodimus butted in from behind you. You nodded mindlessly, almost in a trance as you ogled the former criminal. DAMN! IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO BE THAT SEXY. The old man sighed, misinterpreting your look. "I was persuaded to use my avatar, and get some kind of ugly clothing that humans wear." "Megatron...! Wow…” you said, blinking like a deer in headlights. "Like WOW." "Yeah, yeah, we get it. So he is handsome for a human! So what!" Someone yelled. You glanced over your shoulder, and saw the most badass looking teen girl you had ever seen. She had long blue hair in pigtails, and an eyepatch over the left eye... "Whirl?!" You accidentally shouted. The girl, no, Whirl stopped pushing you away from Megatron. He struck a pose to show off to you. "Yeah, it is I, fleshie. Admit it - I look badass,” he said. You took in his dark blue sweater that read: 'Dear Santa, Define Naughty'. "I had spiked knee guards also, but Magnus said they were too much,” Whirl complained. You snorted. "What a tragedy." Whirl said some colorful words to you, but you laughed it off. You turned away, and came face-to-face with two men, one tall and dark-haired, and the other short and blond. You blinked and tilted your head, wondering who they could be. Then you noticed the camera in the blond man's hands. "Rewind! And Chromedome!" You exclaimed. They smiled at you in response. "How did you figure it out?" Chromedome asked. "Rewind's camera. Also, your matching sweaters." You laughed and pointed at their sweaters. Chromedome's said 'World's Okayest Elf' and Rewind's read 'I'm Not Short I'm Just A Tall Elf'. You smiled at them before moving through the crowd again, until you saw a man with glasses and carrot-red hair. He was certainly smart looking. You knew a few smart mechs, but you were sure you knew which one this was. "Rung! You look amazing!" The distinguished-looking man before you smiled and confirmed your guess to be right. Honestly? You would tap that ass. His sweater read: 'Santa Loves A Hot Cookie'. You giggled lightly. Then you noticed two smokin’ hot ladies that you recognized as Nautica and Velocity, and two hot men talking with them, likely Brainstorm and Perceptor. Nautica's sweater was bright purple and read: 'But First Let Me Take An #elfie'. Velocity's had a cat on it and read: 'Happy Hannukkat'. Brainstorm’s read: 'Santa Is Real In At Least 370 Alternate Realities'. And Perceptor...! Oh, Percy must have lost a bet or something, because he had a sweater that read: 'I Am Your Present', and there was an arrow that happened to be pointing at Brainstorm at any given moment. Finally, the last pair. You smiled when you saw them. Drift was a handsome young man with ink black hair. Ratchet was a scruffy-bearded man whose hair and beard were red streaked with white. Drift was wearing a sweater that said: 'While You Were Decorating The House I Studied The Blade'. Ratchet's sweater had a huge picture of Grumpy Cat that simply said 'NO'. You slowly made your way through the crowded room, making sure to say hello to everybot present. Besides being polite, you just had to check out all of the ‘Ugly Christmas Sweaters’. They were all amazing! You had never seen so many ‘Ugly Christmas Sweaters’ in one place! More than that, they all had been thinking about you, and how you might be missing human company. Just seeing them all gathered together made you feel like you were back on Earth for Christmas, surrounded by family and friends. You nearly cried at the thought. "Um, can I have everyone's attention?" You said, trying to raise your voice loud enough to fill the room. Every bot in a human disguise turned to look at you. You coughed awkwardly into your fist, then smiled tremulously, trying not to cry. "I just wanted to thank you all. For the amazing surprise. I love all of your sweaters – you all look great. You all are like a family to me, and I hope you feel the same way." Everyone cheered loudly. You blushed in embarrassment, but then Swerve rushed up to you, with Rung following closely behind in a more subdued manner. You smiled at both of them. "Thank you so much, you guys. I couldn't dream of a better surprise." "Oh, but this is just the beginning," Rung said with a mysterious smile. You blinked in confusion. "What?" "We just needed to buy some time while Lug and Anode finished at my place!" Swerve said. Lug and Anode…! You hadn’t seen them here at all! How could you have forgotten them?! Then Swerve took your hand in his to lead you to the next surprise. Everyone followed behind, laughing and whispering behind your back. When you entered Swerve’s, you could barely believe what you saw. Christmas decorations everywhere, gleaming and shining! You could even smell something delicious wafting in the air. "Don't tell me you cooked?" You asked in shocked disbelief. Just as you finished speaking, Lug and Anode came from the bar's backroom with their servos holding trays heaped with different Earth foods traditional for Christmas. There were also energon treats for your Cybertronian friends. Just when you were sure the party couldn't get any better, somebody put Christmas music on to play. You turned to look at the bots standing all around you. "Is it-Is it okay to eat?" Everyone gave you a clear go-ahead, so you began to take helpings of everything so as not to disappoint any of your friends that had worked so hard. Surprisingly, they had nailed it for most of the foods. Though the cranberry sauce was accidentally made with cherries, and the chocolate mousse was too sweet, they were still delicious. When you couldn’t eat any more, you thought that the good time would end there… but you thought wrong. Somehow Swerve had gotten his servos on the Cybertronian equivalent of a karaoke machine. Brainstorm and Perceptor had its files updated with all of the top hits from Earth. There were over 1,000 songs per country, so you had an overwhelming number of options. Some Christmas songs, both classic and new, were included as well. To start, Rodimus rocked the song 'The Phoenix' by Fall Out Boy. With that magnificent show of talent, charisma, and showmanship, others were then itching to get a turn of their own. Nautica, Velocity, and Rewind sang 'Bubblegum Bitch' together. Ultra Magnus sang 'It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas'. You insisted on singing a song called 'Do It For Her/Him' from Steven Universe with Cyclonus. The purple mech thought it was silly to sing a song from a human cartoon, but when he sang, he gave Tailgate meaningful looks. And you? You might have winked Megatron's way a couple of times. You were really enjoying yourself - the party was amazing. It was everything that you could have hoped for. Nothing could top this. Or so you thought, until you were asked to close your eyes and hold your arms out. "Guys, you aren't going to prank me, or do anything to me that will end up on Youtube??" You asked nervously. You heard a snicker from Rewind. "Don't worry! We won't!" "I can hear that camera rolling, Rewind!" You snapped. You jumped when something was placed in your hands. "Open your eyes." You opened one eye at first, then the other. You couldn't believe it. It was a sweater, unbelievingly soft, knitted in your favorite colors. Even better, in the middle of the oversized sweater was a large red Autobot symbol. You stared at it, eyes wide. When you finally raised your head, you had tears in your eyes. "Y-You're giving this to me?" "We had to pull some strings, and call in some favors, but yes." Rodimus smiled as bright as the sun from back home. "You're officially an Autobot now." You couldn't hold back your tears anymore. There was no greater honor than to be admitted to the Autobot order. You started to cry, but the tears were those of pure joy. You sniffled and wiped your face before looking at your dear friends. "C-Can I put it on?" They nodded, and you wasted no time. You pulled the sweater over your head, and then smoothed down your hair. The sweater was a few sizes bigger than your usual size, but that only made it comfier. You smiled, and almost wiped your nose on the sleeve, but you stopped yourself and instead used a napkin. "It's both the ugliest pretty sweater and the prettiest ugly sweater I have ever seen. I love it,” you admitted, your voice wobbly. Your fellow Autobots all said ‘Awww!’ at your emotional display. You opened your arms wide and waiting, and the bots got the idea. They all closed in for a group hug, lifting you off of your feet. You were surrounded by those you loved dearly, and you didn’t regret leaving Earth for a second. "Merry Christmas!" You all cheered, echoing each other.