#okay I'm complaining but I'm so happy to see him animated you have no idea

[platykool]

Justice for sigma’s heels

[starburts-addict]

Okay so, this idea was not 100% my idea, but I was allowed to use it, so let's go!

(I'm also using an idea from a manhwa so)

Also also, I usually do gn reader, but for the sake of hijinx, the reader is fem.

OKAY LAST THING, LILIA AND ORTHO WILL BE WRITTEN AS PLATONIC

You were a normal human on earth. Just another anime fan, you liked Twisted Wonderland, nothing out of the ordinary. That was until you died. Your life wasn't to be happy about, but you didn't think it was that bad. 

You woke up. That entire dream was your past life! You woke up crying and your two older brothers came to check up on you as you slept in the same room. Your parents came to check up on you. You now know who they were. They leech family from your favorite game, but… why do you exist? You were never mentioned as a character, there was never any mention that the twins had a younger sibling, let alone a sister. 

Growing up, you always questioned your existence, but you tried not to think too hard about it. Maybe it was just the celestial being's way of apologizing for your untimely death. You got to meet Azul the year you went into the equivalent of middle school. The year Jade and Floyd met Azul. You've met him before and you helped him! But after a very small handful of meetings, Jade and Floyd had purposely tried limiting your time with him. Sure he was odd as a younger version to the version you're used to seeing, but he wasn't that bad! Every Time you tried to hang out with Azul with your brothers, something always came up where you couldn't. It was strange, but you decided not to question anything. What's the point if it can ruin your happiness?

We were fine not being able to attend Night Right College, you were happy with your life! Besides you were a girl, it's impossible for yo- Your parents bribed the Headmaster to allow you to attend as a student? That's new. You never really expressed any desire to go to the school. Although Jade and Floyd do complain about not seeing you as much, must have been on their request. You didn't mind, just caught off guard. Besides! You get to see the cast! Upon realizing you needed to prepare for the story. The plot except the arrival of the protagonist was the only thing you couldn't remember. Drats, you remembered when you were younger, but now, you don't remember one bit. Guess you were going in blind. 

When the time for the entrance ceremony arrived, everything went upside down. Not only was the protagonist one of the protagonists with a face, Yuuka Hirasaka, but everyone's eyes were on the both of you as the only girls on campus. You know this school is an all boys school, but did they have to make a huge deal out of it? At least the main cast didn't seem to mind too much, although Azul's eyes on Yuuka and you were unnerving. (He was looking at Yuuka too right?) You knew things were going to change the second Yuuka and grim have been deemed students and we're under your care. You may not remember the plot, but you remembered details on the main character. Like how they were not granted the position of student as soon as they arrived. Especially the fact that they were supposed to be the dorm leader of Ramshackle, not you.

When you and Yuuka left after the conundrum called the entrance ceremony, you felt like you had become prey despite being a predator. Especially with the eyes on you. 

As the school year went on, you recognized that almost everyone's behavior was, even your brothers, but for different reasons. They kept driving you away from the main cast. Yuuka and Grim were the only normal ones. It wasn't until after the Heartslabyul incident that your dorm mates had revealed the reason for your brother's weird behavior and left you with more questions for the others. Apparently everyone in the main cast has been asking about you. 

Was your presence in this world so impactful? No, it probably wasn't that. It was probably the difference between you and your older twin brothers. Their curiosity should calm down especially with the fact they don't even really know you.

…. Right?

Tags: @bubbles-lounge

[creative-kny-fics]

maybe lee muichiro ler demon since yesterday was his birth day, and genya would save him after, Happy birthday Little fog/Misty!

Well, although the devil is dead, I have SEVERAL ideas for BDA. But, I'll change it a little just because it's Genya and I suck at doing fight scenes, I hope you like it

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Genya Shinazugawa / Demon?

'Where did you get that doll?' 'I don't know, he appeared next to my bed today. I liked it and I kept it...'

'Of course you like it, it looks like Muichiro. Maybe Kamado was the one who did it, Giyuu keeps talking to me about how Nezuko sometimes sews clothes or stuffed animals to distract herself...', Genya raised his eyebrow and laughed, he loved how his brother was jealous when it came to Giyuu's "adopted children".

He said goodbye to him and saw the doll with tenderness, he couldn't help but throw it into the air and catch it carefully, to repeat the movement again while walking, he was having fun.

He wasn't aware of other things, after all, that doll didn't have life... Or did it...?

'Kagaya-Sama... I'm worried about Muichiro-Kun...'

'Now now Amane, calm down. Remember that Kocho said that Muichiro was having a slight breakthrough regarding his memories. I understand your concern, but stay calm.'

'That's not exactly why...'

Kagaya stared at Amane, until a small scream brought him out of his thoughts, asking Amane what was happening.

Amane didn't know how to explain it, she saw Muichiro fly through the air, to fall but without touching the ground, as if someone held him and immediately threw him into the air again until he finally stopped.

'I don't think it's because of some BDA, you had the night off yesterday... Unless you were quite naughty and went out on other people's missions...'

'I didn't! I stayed in bed. Ginko is witness to it! But then, if it's not a BDA... WHY AM I FLOATING?!', Giyuu shrugged his shoulders and tried to get Muichiro down as best he could, but...

Genya started to growl, was he being attacked by a ghost? His arms felt heavy, as if the doll in his hands was beginning to have a life of its own and was pulling his arms to let him down.

Having an idea, he let go of the doll and almost immediately, Muichiro fell, hitting Giyuu in the head, but at least he was on the ground.

'That's weird, maybe I need exercise or I'm already going crazy... Come on mini Mui, we have to train and get the real you a gift, I'm afraid that Muichiro will get upset with me, and Giyuu will get upset too and then complain to Sanemi and Sanemi complains to me and... AND WHY AM I TALKING TO A DOLLY?! It's not like you can understand me... Well, here we go.'

And so, Genya and his new friend began doing Genya's activities, from training to going to buy something to eat.

It amused him, it was like having Muichiro but without him asking him to buy cotton candy or to try harder, it was comforting, but seeing that doll only made him miss Muichiro.

'So, since this morning, your body has been making involuntary movements. From flying and floating to feeling like someone has been holding you all day... It's weird, Muichiro-Kun, I think someone must have cast a spell on you or some BDA has affected you or someone close to you. You should try to talk to those closest to you... Why are you laughing...?'

'I dohohohon't know!! I fehehehehel like so-someheheone is squeHEhezing my si-sides... Buhuhut there's no one... Okay, it stopped' 'Maybe, you better go talk to Genya, he might be responsible', ding ding ding, we have a winner!

Muichiro thanked Shinobu and left, but how could Genya be responsible? He would never do anything to hurt him, there must be something else...

He saw the sky, it was more than half a day, Genya was probably on his break, well, he just had to go find him and tell him, or better not, he didn't see him capable to do something to hurt him but to make fun, like he did

'And what do you think? Should I give him the gift in the morning? Should I request that the next mission be assigned to me with him? I wish you could talk mini Mui...'

'Genya?', well, that was unexpected.

Genya shook his head, had the doll just spoken?! He looked out of the corner of his eye and sighed in relief, the voice was the real Muichiro's, not the doll's. 'Oh, hello Mui... What's wrong? You look confused.'

'Yes, well, strange things happened today. I floated, Giyuu-San tried to help me stop and I struggled with what was keeping me in the air, and now I find you with a doll of mine... Where did you get it from?'

'To be honest, I found it. He looks just like you and I called him mini Mui'

Muichiro crossed his arms, that doll didn't look like him (it was his identical copy), but then he analyzed things better...

Genya found the doll, it must have been after some mission, right? So, if he had a doll and since that morning he has been accompanying Genya, that means that...

'Genya...' 'Yes?'

'Have you by any chance played with that doll?', Genya nodded and gave him details.

Muichiro frowned, so it had been Genya, well, rather, the doll that Genya controlled that had been making him act that way! Oh, he wasn't going to forgive him for this so easily....

'So you had a doll of mine, you made me look stupid today! I'm going to teach you that you don't play like that with me, Genya...'

Genya didn't understand, but seeing Muichiro approach while moving his fingers was not a good sign. He wasn't going to beat him, not even because it was his birthday, but what could Genya do?

He quickly looked at the doll and sat it on his lap, pressing its sides and hoping that Muichiro's hypothesis was correct, and he wasn't wrong...

'E-ehehe...!' 'Oooooh, so you were right! Well dear Mui, do you know what happens when you threaten? Better said, do you know what happens when you have a birthday? In addition to the gifts you receive something else~', Muichiro shook his head and frowned, Genya was not going to beat him!

But all his attempts were evaded when Genya began to tickle the doll's armpits. Muichiro thought it was stupid that this doll was tickling him, but he couldn't find any explanations.

His knees soon began to shake and he fell to the ground while hugging himself, as if he were stopping Genya from continuing, but it was impossible. 'Aaaaw what's wrong Muichi? Does it tickle you? This is actually quite fun! I'm tickling you and I haven't earned any kicks or smacks for it!'

'If yo-yohohou cohohontihihinue with thi-thihis, I will ti-ticklehehehehe you un-until yohohohou wet ahahahaha yohohohourself! Mahahark my words, Ge-Gehehenyahahahaha!'

'Uh-oh, was that a threat I heard? I was going to be gentle with you, but it seems I should teach you a little respect~'

Genya laughed innocently, before slowly lowering his hands to the doll's hips, kneading them with some force and laughing when Muichiro's laughter became more intense and He started to spin around on the floor.

'Hahahaha hey, what's wrong with you? Are you a worm or something? Look at you, you're squirming like one!'

'SHUHUHUHUSH!! STAHAHAHAP THIHIHIS!! YO-YOU AHAHAHAREHEHE GO-GOHOHOING TO PAHAHAHAY AHAHAHAHA FOR THIHIHIS!!'

'Ooooh but of course not! I can't always tickle you, you always beat me! Also, remember when you said "if you had been a hashira, that BDA wouldn't have tickled you"? It's kind of ironic, don't you think~?'

Muichiro tried to grit his teeth and cover his mouth, oh, he hated it when his own words played against him, and even more so if Genya used them to mock him.

Genya on the other hand was having too much fun, there were no kicks, no bites, no attempts to get away, it was perfect!

'Hey, do you think raspberries work on this doll too?', even if the answer was obvious, Genya wanted a reaction.

Muichiro tried to beg him with puppy dog ​​eyes, but was interrupted when Genya blew a huge raspberry on the doll's body, making him scream and squirm like a worm.

It didn't matter if it covered his stomach, if he kicked, pawed or tried to bite, it was as useless as trying to cut off the water or trying to hit the wind.

'Even though you are the birthday boy, it seems that I have received the best gift in the world. It's not fun when you're the victim, is it?'

'I-IT IS NOHOHAHAHAHAT!! PLEEEEASE GEHEHENYAHAHAHAHA!! I'M NOT GONNA TEASE YOU AAIN!! JU-JUST STOOOOOOP!! PLEHEHEAHAHAHASEHEHEHEHE!!'

'Mui Mui Mui... I think you're forgetting that I know you perfectly... As soon as you catch your breath, you'll give it back to me and 100 times worse, don't promise something you won't keep... But, I won't be like that you and I will show you mercy, although, I don't know what I want in exchange for it...'

'GENYA PLEASE!! GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! MY LOHOHOVEHEHEHE!! MY BOY!! AAAAAAAH AHAHAHAHA!! GENGEN!! PLEASE!!'

Genya smiled cheekily and slowly stopped his grip on the doll's hips, slowly leaving him on the porch of the house and approaching the hashira who was trying to catch his breath.

'Hey Mui...'

'W-whahahat...?'

'Happy birthday hehehe'

N.A: Yes, I know it took me a long time with this, but I had no inspiration and I had other problems. So, better late than never

[sugudoe]

Can I pretty please have a matchmake!

I think of myself as very sweet, or at least I try to be. I'm super energetic but once my social battery runs out I need a (long) break. I love to write/read and im a huge nerd when it comes to silly things like videogames and dragons! I have a lot of love for the world and try to see the good in everyone/everything. Also if it adds to anything I have a very cutesy-pinky clothing selection.

Thank youuu sm!!

hello! sorry i took soo long, hope you like it, and you seem like such a enchanting person 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: itadori yuji

Showing up on the hangout spot to met your friend, Nobara, you caught lots of attention with your pretty pink dress and heels. no other eyes mattered more than the ones of Itadori Yuji, her friend from high school who decided to tag along on the mall.

Yuji had no expectations of you, that doesn’t mean that when you jumped on top of Nobara and started to talk happily, he didn’t feel like that day was becoming the most beautiful of the year — what’s the sound of birds in the morning or waves in the afternoon compared to your voice, Yuji wonders and comes with one answer: insignificant.

It takes you to finish your yapping to notice him, and much like he does, you also fall terribly easily. Unfortunately for Nobara, third wheeling was the only spot she could have in that moment.

So, you did went and made your shopping of makeup and clothes with her, but Yuji was the one taking most of your attention. Your friend tried really hard to be annoyed by it, but let’s be real, this encounter was most likely her idea, she did her own matchmaking of the two of you.

Your social battery started to get low after a few hours, a small pout forming on your lips, Nobara poked at you, but you only sighed, taking Yuji’s attention.

He didn’t want you to go, and with your desperate eyes at him, he knew you didn’t want him to go as well.

“Let’s go watch a movie.” He says, and that’s where Nobara draws the line of what she accept and doesn’t.

“Yeah! No.” You and him stare at her confused. “I mean, sure, you both go! Y/n has been wanting to see this movie with dragons for some time now, but I’m tired.”

In the dark room of the theater, after saying goodbye and a small thanks to Nobara, you are seated by Yuji’s side. Sharing popcorn and a cup of soda with two straws, you had thought you would be quiet, recharging to get back your animation to talk by the end of the movie.

Surprisingly, soon as a dragon appeared, you started to ramble in whispers about cool facts, and Yuji stared at you intensely, so focused that he would’ve prefer to be seeing you in the big screen rather than that movie. But scratch that, having you soo close is much worth.

That’s the first time you kissed, and can you really blame him? Both of your faces so close, an empty and cold dark room, and you looked so adorable with your dress and his jacket on top. No, you really can’t. You wouldn’t dare complain, instead you relented to his kisses, and many other dates, and many other kisses.

You do have from time to time those low battery moments, and thanks to Yuji, your now charming boyfriend, you have your own personal charger, working with small pecks and questions to make you yap about whatever you like. As always, Itadori keeps himself busy admiring you.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Yuji loves your love for the world, you are basically sharing the same ideals, and therefore, anyone in yours and his presence gets granted a sight of gentleness and happiness. You both bring the good out of anywhere you go.

◛ ₊· Sometimes, Yuji’s charging its not enough, and that’s totally okay. He lets you keep in your own mind while he goes play games in your computer, his silence is enough to make you take your time. Whenever you feel like it, you crawl into his lap and starts to play with him as well, he lets you do whatever you want while kissing your head.

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #6

Department of Magical Violations, here we go!

"With a pair quite strange!" Got it, got it.

Ooh, this title card implies Jorgen~!

SLKDJF, did Wanda become a seahorse immediately after they were complaining they spent so long as fish last episode?

Whoa, we're already 100 wishes forward in the future? That leaves a lot of wiggle room. Show me the moon phase; you know you want to...

Yep, she likes the fish guy from the theme. His name is Kennueth.

That cat photo is driving me up the wall. Is it Mittens, who hangs around Dinkleberg? I really feel like I've seen this cat...

Oh, Jorgen's gotten older! As he should have, I suppose, though you wouldn't think this would have been such a significant time jump for him. I'm not sure I love it.

sdfklj, I'm glad we're sticking with "Jorgen is in charge of godparents." Like... that man has no legal rights to Fairy World. He's over godparents and that has always kinda been his thing.

His braces are too big...

I'm glad SOMEONE here is yelling at them for not filing godparent paperwork. You sniped someone else's godkid assignment, you dummies!!

Wish Inspection! It's back! THE DMV! It's also back?? ... With fewer flying cars this time, but... wow. Didn't expect that one.

"Tedious structure and drab settings is my happy place" - Hazel, I know a race of magical beings you would love to hang out with.

I'm glad "I wish he had a trampoline instead" [of a parachute] turned out exactly the way I envisioned.

Jorgen has not changed at all, and he still loves dancing with bright lights around. I support him. I feel like they've not emphasized his sliced-off wings to new viewers, though.

Cookie: I know what you want. Hazel, who did not want a car:

I see where this is going.

Cosmo's cute pocket <3

Teacher's Pal

Nottttt sure it was a great idea to make one character's whole personality saying "Football," but let's see where it's going.

Aw, I like that Hazel's school has squirrels as a mascot since Timmy had the Squirrely Scouts.

... huh? was that Timmy?

Cosmo: Does she not know how a door works?

Tough talk for Fairies who like poofing doors away.

She likes mushrooms and anime... What a combo.

Having Dimmy as a nickname for the Dimmadomes is really gonna throw me off (Sounds like "Timmy").

Oof, did she wish for all the teachers to like her? And does that make the lady who doesn't like her... the principal? (Yes)

Wow, we are on a streak of brown and orange eyes. Who knew they were all hiding in Dimmadelphia?

... Is that Grey DeLisle / Grey Griffin voicing the principal? (It is!)

His shades are too big...

This is an attack against me specifically.

OKAY I thought I was going crazy during the quick glances earlier, but YES, that IS Timmy as the mascot! Oh, RIP...

He haunts history even when he's gone, as he should.

Bigfoot Club sounds like something Hazel's dad would want her to sign up for.

Okay, so it's end of 5th grade, so she's 10-turning-11?

OH, Wanda just called Hazel "squirt..." It's so similar to "sport." That's cute.

???

Where is Dev? Where is he?

Forget Dev- What is up with this kid?

Dev is running around somewhere, unsupervised. He just dipped out halfway through the episode. There were no teachers to make him stay and he's rich. I expect no less.

A little less upbeat and dramatic than the debut episode, but that's not a surprise. I'd say it fits the theme of the old show really well. I look forward to more, though I do think Jorgen's appearance wasn't pushed as far as it could've been. On the other hand, it's perfectly in character that he doesn't want to spook Hazel as much as he wants to spook Cosmo and Wanda.

Got through a bit faster than expected, so maybe a little more watching.

[imagines-babes]

Amor Eterno (Foolish)

Hello thank you for over 70 followers and reblogs,likes, and request. I will be getting back to qsmp quackity but someone from my wattpad had an idea of Qsmp! Wilbur headcannons so that in the near future. Anyway today story is long. Also warning this does involve death and a shooting. Just remember this is all fake and it is for the story. The song for today is ‘Amor Eterno,’ Rocío Dúrcal. I hope you enjoy and you can request okay that’s all bye. One more thing it does use his real name in the story.

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Foolish pov

Just another day, it was a happy day. No distractions. No streaming. No filming. Just me and y/n. Us together.

It started in the late morning. We didn't complain. We both needed it. Maybe me more than y/n. But still, we needed it. Getting dressed for the day together. Y/n said they planned the day. Which if it was me I would probably not have done a good job even if y/n tell me otherwise. She kiss my cheek as I chuckled.

Leaving to head inside the car. Sitting on the passenger side as she drives. There was one thing that she wasn't bothered by that made me like her more was she didn't mind if I was a passenger princess. She enjoyed driving but if she drove she has to pick the music. Which I agreed to those rules. Placing a hand on her thigh while she drove his face broke into a smile. For I, looking to the side out the window remembering how we first met. Usually, I won't remember most things but at that moment it was the most important thing for me.

It was the day of the streamer awards. Everyone was being seated while others started to talk seeing their friends for this awards ceremony. Tina was talking to her. She sits at the table next to us. Her dress was navy blue but under the lighting was black. She started to talk more as she look over at me flashing a smile towards me as I froze. Karl was trying to get my attention snapping out of a trance looking over at him. I didn't hear much because my mind was still on her. Till Tina called me over and introduced us. She smiles once more. The smile made me fall for her. I didn't even know them well and I fell for her hard. Her name was Y/n. After that night, we went on to the message and me asking her out.

Feeling the car stop, she looked over to me, 'Ready to go inside.'  Look out the window once more, 'I thought we could go to the aquarium if that's fine with you.' I nod. 'Anything you have planned is always gonna be fine with me.' Giving a smile we both walk inside. Looking at all the fish, sharks, and many other sea animals. Holding her hand as she sometimes rushes to the next part taking every detail in one section. While I started to stare at her. Noticing her smile, the perfume that she puts on, how she does her hair, and how she talks about anything. She looked above us to see a shark smile. 'Hey look it's you,' I look at her then above us to see it swimming around. We reached a part where we can touch the sting ray, I look over at her once more as I notice she was scared. 'It's alright you know you don't have to be scared,' shaking her head immediately. 'I'm not l. I've touched one before for your information Noah.' She stares at me as I called her bluff. Going up to pay for herself to touch one. She stands near the area looking around sticking her hand in as I stand beside her. ‘You sure you can-‘ she glared at me, ‘I’m just feeling the water shut up I know I can do it.’ Watching her hand reach in deeper and then pull it out. There were no strings ray around so we moved to a different spot. Noticing one near a child. Looking at the water once more seeing them touch the little girl's hand while I looked over at y/n. She held her hands together. ‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to.’ Y/n looked up at me as she shakes her head. ‘No, I’m doing it. I paid for it so might as well do it.’ The little girl no more than 6 looked over at us. ‘Are you scared?’ She had a red baseball hat looking over at y/n. She nods. ‘Yeah, but I can do it.’ The little girl gave me a stare then back at y/n. ‘We can touch the next one together.’ Y/n nods putting her hand in once more with the little girl having her hand inside already. The stingray is approaching. The little girl felt it first then move her hand to not touch her hand. She looks at y/n. Y/n felt the stingray back as it was slimy as she pulled it out. The little girl clapped for y/n as I did the same. ‘You did it,’ the little girl smile as she stepped away from the touch tank. ‘Thank you. Where are your parents?’ Y/n asked as the little girl saw them in the corner. ‘They are over there with my brother.’

The atmosphere change as soon as a guy came in with a duffel bag. A guy was feeling as soon as y/n notice him. Both of his hands were in his bag. ‘Hey, little one why don’t you go back with your parents? We will walk you to them right Noah?.’ All I did and agreed. We started to hear till the gunshot appeared behind us. We were all running. All you could hear was glass shattering and people screaming. The little girl was holding onto y/n we ran to the door to leave. Hearing something fall behind us was one of the guards from the front. With us outside we start to hear sirens and lights. Y/n, let’s go of the little girl as she ran to her parents. They thanked you. Mostly y/n. ‘Noah I don’t think I can stand,’ I feel her lean into me. I grab her before she can hit the floor. Looking down at her shirt seeing a gunshot in her chest. I tried to put pressure to stop it from bleeding. Trying to call for someone there was a crowd starting to form. ‘Call 911 please anyone.’ I stare back at y/n she gives a weak smile. Feeling her hand on top of mine. ‘ The little girl is safe right?’ Y/n asked as I nod. ‘Don’t worry about her. Worry about yourself alright y/n’ a person from the crowd says they were 12 minutes away. Looking down at y/n. ‘Do you hear that y/n they are 12 minutes away you just have to stay awake alright?’ Her breath started to slow down. I feel her hand on my cheek. ‘You are gonna be okay alright,’ she was talking as if she was going to die. ‘Don’t talk like that y/n Please don’t talk like that.’ She smiles at me. ‘You are one of the prettiest men I know you know that Noah.’ She moved my hair out of my face. I nod. ‘Noah..how far are they?’ The time felt longer the 12 minutes felt like an hour. But only two minutes have passed. ‘10 minutes okay just breathe and stay with me.’ She tried to nod but her eyes started to close, ‘No No No y/n you have to stay with me, honey. You have to alright they will be here,’ she shakes her head. ‘I’m tired Noah I need to close my eyes,’ she close for a second till I shake her, ‘ I love you you know that Noah I never loved anyone like I have loved you. I need you to let me sleep and I need you to be happy for what we had,’ she stare at me. Shaking my head as she nods, ‘No I’m not gonna let you sleep you have to stay with me please y/n. Who is gonna be with me? When I sleep? When I stream? Who’s gonna make fun of me for when I messed up? Who is gonna laugh with me other stupid jokes. Y/n you can’t leave me not now please.’ I start to hold her with one arm. Feeling her thumb crests my cheeks. ‘ Someone else will and they will do something’s that I couldn’t do. I love you Noah more than anything but they won’t make it and I need to know you will be okay.’ All I did was nod. ‘I need to hear you say it.’ She looked up at me wiping some tears. ‘I will try to be okay’ she breaks into a smile pulling me in for one more late kiss. This kiss was a goodbye. Goodbye for us. Pulling back from the kiss she stare at me once more with a smile. The spark in her eyes as she smile slowly went away. Feeling her hand slide off my cheek to her chest. Hearing the paramedics park near us the rush. They tried to move me away but it wasn’t worth it. They tried to catch a breath or something to revive her. It was too late. They were a minute late. Y/n died in my arms.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. But it did.

[toomuchracket]

my current brain rot ever since atpoaim is a fort date with matty!! however in my head the cute date eventually gets crashed by all the band and ends up with everyone crammed into the tiny fort.

like maybe it's at mattys house, and it's well known George just lets himself in, so he does and immediately sees the large fort in the living room and goes to investigate. he sees you and matty cuddled watching a movie in a sea of blankets and pillows so very unceremoniously flops on top of you both and the myriad of pillows. he works his way into the date somehow and is half watching the movie and half just watching you and matty being sickeningly cute and wondering if that's how him and Charli look.

about 20 mins later, there's a knock on the door, and you and matty are like??? but George just pipes up with "Oh, I invited Adam and Ross to the hangout. I hope that's okay!" and matty starts being like "this actually was a date before you barged in and-" but gets cut off by you saying its totally okay and he should go let them in. Adam feels slightly bad for barging in, but you assure him it's fine, and eventually, the 5 of you are all crammed under this fort cuddled up watching some sappy rom-com you convinced them to watch. it obviously starts with lots of complaints "ugh nooo" "whyyyy," "cmon, do we have to watch this chick flick?"" but eventually divulges into gasps at how bad the guy is and comments like "oh my god she needs to leave him" but also on the other hand they're like "well no because she fucked up too" and finally when the movie ends it is just 4 grown men trying to keep their emotions at bay after watching like enchanted or Notting hill lol

anyway sorry for rambling, domestic matty and the boys kills me off everytime

i can't believe you apologised for this omg i LOVE it!! it kinda feels like slightly older flatmate!matty and his girl to me. like say the boys are on a break from work, and matty's built this fort all cute and romantic for you guys to just chill in all cutely, and you're lazily making out in it when you hear the front door open and close and a gravelly voice go "yoohoo!"; george, bored as shit because charli's off working somewhere, coming round for some entertainment. fully creased at the image of all six foot whatever of him just flopping over you all snuggled into matty - i bet you'd be like "hi darling!" to him, genuinely happy to see him, while matty's all tetchy like "george what the FUCK" (but that's his bestie, so he lets him stay and watch, idk, lady bird (it's my fav film) or whatever with you). and the whole time, george is side-eyeing you and matty in the nicest way, thinking about himself and charli AND how you and matty used to cuddle watching films together even pre-dating but it's so lovely that you're so openly lovey-dovey in the same scenario now. and i think george had probably texted ross and adam to hang out before he came over to yours, and then when they agreed he was like "oh i'm actually at matty's" so they just rock up there; like you said, adam is guilt-stricken and very much like "oh my gosh i am so sorry for intruding i'll be on my way" - matty's like "yes that sounds like a good idea considering my girl and i were having a little DATE before you fuckers showed up" - but you're like "honestly don't worry about it. if you don't mind sitting through my movie choices you can stay". matty sighs, but is appeased when you kiss him quickly and smile sweetly at him, so it becomes the five of you all chilling on pillows in this fort watching the devil wears prada (they would fucking hate andy's boyfriend they really would). and they all complain when you say "oh my god let's watch enchanted" as you go back to the disney+ homescreen, but maybe you all share some alcohol or a joint and then they get really into the movie, gasping at the change from animation to live-action and making little comments throughout the film - i bet ross is SO bitchy about giselle's outfit for the ball lmfao. but yeah, you turn your head to look at them all as the credits roll, and try not to giggle at these huge (and matty) men either sniffling or just beaming happily at the film they just watched. and as much as you've had a nice time, matty kicks the other boys out shortly after this so he can romance you as he had planned to the whole evening (but as you hug them goodbye i think you're like "same time next week? we'll watch 27 dresses and the lizzie mcguire movie") lol <3

[juli19varez]

Sur...prise? | Alejandro Balde X Reader

summary: alejandro tried to do a surprise to you, but... well.

warnings: fem!reader, attempt to make it funny, reader described to be overworked (not too explicitly), fluff.

author's note: this was a request but my app excluded all of a sudden 😭 anyways, really liked that request and i made it a little more longer than i wanted (still good i swear) hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes <3 (requests open)

it was almost midnight, you were still studying on your dorm for your next exams, almost sleeping on your books, when you heard a knock on the door. confused and exhausted, you got up to see who was there at such a time. when you opened the door, you could see alejandro smiling, while carrying some bags with him, your eyes widened.

"ale, what the hell are you doing here?!" you said whispering. you knew the rules of the dorm very well. no one from the men's dorms could go to the women's dorms after ten o'clock.

alejandro grinned, entering your room. "i was bored, so i was thinking 'why not go visit mi princesa preciosa?' and here i am!" he said proudly, putting the bags on your desk.

you sighed closing the door, approaching him quickly. "you know the rules here and how much this is dangerous! are you crazy?" you whispered, touching his chest. ale looked down, smirking. "maybe i am, but it was worth the risk," he whispered, giving a little peck at your lips, making you blush.

ale smiled, taking your hand. "come on, i bought you presents, dont be mad at me" he pouted giving you puppy eyes, you shook your head in disbelief. ale pulled you closer, hugging you.

"okay, I'm sorry, that must be some stress because of the finals." you sighed, hugging him back tightly. he stroked your hair, nodding.

"I know that, that's why I'm here." you looked at him confused as he goes to grab the bags again, handing them to you. "open up!" opening the bags, you saw a stuffed animal, and the other, some chocolates.

"I know how stressed you get with these things and overwork yourself, and i cant be by your side all the time, so I bought that bear so you could use some company, he's even using my perfume!" he pointed, looking happy. "and the chocolates... well, you love chocolate."

you smiled, looking at him happily. "you're literally the best boyfriend ever!" he chuckled as you started to kiss all his face, hugging him like a koala. "wow, you really do love me, hm?" you nodded, feeling his arms around you.

"uhm... we just have one problem..." ale hid his face on the crook of your neck. you murmured telling him to continue. "i can't get back to my dorm right now, you know? and im really tired right now... and you need to rest a little, dont you think?"

you tried to say something to complain, but knew he was right, it was almost impossible to leave the building while the guards were everywhere, and wouldn't be a bad idea to sleep together after so much time studying. you nodded, leading him to your bed. "just this time, you troublemaker, don't get used to it." he laid beside you, babbling something you didn't really paid attention, too focused turning the lights on your side off.

you turned to face him, smiling at his sleepy face. "good night, amor" he kissed your nose, hugging you by the waist, resting his head on the top of yours. "good night, preciosa."

8:00am. you heard someone knocking on your door again, you tried to get up, but alejandro was hugging you tight, it made you smile. when you were about to get back to sleep, you heard someone outside.

"y/n!!! you promised to us that we would study together this morning! open up, girl!" your eyes widened realizing it was your friends, you whispered a 'holy shit' when you glanced back to ale, who was still sleeping peacefully by your side.

"u-uhm... one second!!! im... im in the bathroom!" you said back, trying to wake alejandro up. "please, wake up amor" you begged, and finally he opened his eyes, stretching himself and smiling tired. "good morn-"

"no time for it!! hide in the bathroom, right now" you whisper shouting to him, amost pushing him inside there. he looked so confused that made you feel bad, you murmured 'sorry' for him all the time while he just chuckled. "I'll explain later, just don't make any sound until i open the door again." he nodded, and you headed to the girls, still knocking on the door.

"why did you take so long?" "sorry, i was going to take a shower, and then you two appeared." you smiled awkwardly, trying to hide your nervousness. you took a little look até the gifts of the last night, at the same time your friends did. oh no.

"OMG! who gave you this?! this is so cute!!!" they screamed in awe, looking at the heart shaped box with chocolates.

"i-i.... uhm, someone not really important! just a... guy i know..." you grabbed the bear and the box quickly, putting them behind you. "ooh, come on! tell the truth."

"i-it was a guy i met sometime ago... i like h-him, you know?" you said shyly, feeling your cheeks burning, the two girls continued to say how cute and romantic that was. you interrupted them to make some bad excuse to cancel your plans, and they left.

you sighed in relief, hearing the bathroom door crack. "so... you like me?" alejandro hugged you from behind, kissing your red cheek. you laughed, pulling him off. "shut up!"

[overthinkingtaleblr]

Hey. Having a bad week day right now and your blog is a huge comfort. Can I request some fluffy headcanons for PIE?

Of course! I'm a couple days late because I was swamped with work when the ask came in, but this has been living rent-free in my head for the past 24 hours. PIE has SO MUCH potential for headcanons, it would be amiss to not to touch on the softer side of things! I like to think that PIE was a turn for the better in all of their lives, and I do want to see them happy in spite of my open adoration of dramatics.

Time to let them be happy 🥺 I may have gotten carried away. Everything is under the cut! There are a LOT of words and I don’t expect everyone to read it all at once, it’s okay if it’s too much/you need to stop and come back to it later ^^;

Fluffy PIE Headcanons For The Soul (and Anon <3)

Personal Fluff

Colon actually didn’t believe in ghosts before his first mission with PIE. He just thought Ghost was interesting, and wanted to see what the job of a “paranormal investigator” entailed. He was already a bit of a hobbyist, reading some books about them for fun instead of thinking it was real. Since being introduced, he’s dived headfirst into exploring the paranormal and some types of magic. He feels like a whole new world has been opened up to him.

Colon loves the idea of being a parent some day and has done quite a bit of research to learn how to be properly responsible of children. He was considering being a teacher when he first entered college, but he preferred studying forensics to teaching it.

Because Colon is the only one of the team who has never met any of the other members of the team until adulthood, they don’t know anything about his family. Sometimes he just makes things up because he genuinely thinks they’re making things up with how crazy their families sound. They take him at face value.

Though he’s doing way better now that he’s older, Colon had some notable health issues while growing up, and is no stranger to hospitals and medical procedures. Taking care of his own health and taking note of his symptoms and what caused them has made him very good at giving advice when others are feeling sick, meaning he’s very on-top of making sure everyone is taking care of themselves (if they come to him first, he’s not here to pry). Especially Ghost.

Colon has a kind of beautiful and deep singing voice… but he only ever sings show tunes since he did a lot of theater growing up.

Ghost is usually very prickly, but gets more friendly to social and physical interactions when tired. This usually means he actually ends up more touch-friendly during all-night missions.

Growing up, Ghost’s dads taught him to sew and repair his own clothes when he was in middle school. Meaning in middle school and early high school, he had a variety of fun and interesting patches on his clothes.

Part of the reason why Ghost is so annoyed about being confused for the Ghostbusters is that he really feels like they “ruined” public perception of paranormal investigators in general. Despite his irritable nature, he’s aware that there is more to his job than deleting ghosts from existence and seeing every undead as a threat.

This is also why so much of the team’s tools and machines are home-constructed because he refuses to buy tools that the Ghostbusters sell or are associated with and they are kind of an industry giant. Also they were given some training by his dad but he likes to ignore that.

Ghost actually can read, he’s just super dyslexic and he’s basically decided he doesn’t even want to try if he’s going to be such an annoying struggle.

Spooker has a massive collection of stuffed animals that he treats with incredible love and care.

Spooker is actually allergic to cats, but loves cats and cat-themed things. He is willing to cuddle with a kitty if it means he has to suffer itchy eyes and sneezing. Won’t stop him from complaining about the consequences, though.

Technically out of the whole team, Spooker is both the least and most qualified member of the team. Part of the qualifications for the job is a degree in something that matches the field/industry, and Spooker doesn’t have that… what he DOES have is first-hand experience with the paranormal since BIRTH. He thinks that this is the funniest thing.

Spooker has everyone’s coffee/not coffee orders memorized and sometimes buys for the team on days where he feels he can take the detour.

Whatever the opposite of a green thumb is, Spooker has been cursed for it. He has killed every plant that has passed through his hands unless it was somehow already dead. He’s gotten into flower pressing to make up for it, and presses flowers that represent important dates to him.

After developing an interest in art in university, Toast actually learned how to sketch borderline photorealism, and has tons and tons of doodles in his writings. Buildings they explored on their journeys, sketches of the ghosts they encountered, and a Lot of beautiful but haunting pictures of Mary… and Ghost.

Toast keeps a planner with important dates circled and underlined, including the date everyone joined the team, everyone’s birthdays, and other important dates that may need celebration or revisiting.

In the PIE HQ, there’s a random tape of the Great British Bake-off mixed among all the other work VHS tapes by an old office TV. No one’s noticed it yet, but if they were to put it on, they’d see a college-age Johnny Toast featuring as one of the bakers in the episode. He looks so squishy.

Despite his job, Toast actually hates really scary horror movies and finds them to be a little too much. He can take supernatural-based movies since they feel so unrealistic to him, but the blood and gore in a lot of them is too much. Also, a lot of possession movies make him uncomfortable because he’s had to live through having someone he loves being possessed, and he doesn’t like how much it’s treated like the end-all be-all with few options.

Toast has a habit of feeding local stray animals, but doesn’t know all the local fauna and was feeding opossums for a long while thinking they were some kind of cat or bald rat or something, he didn’t want to ask.

Relationship Fluff

In order of who met first:

Johnny Ghost and Fred Soup

Surprisingly in first, Spooker first met Johnny Ghost when he was Gregory Casket. Spooker’s dad had several positive encounters with Timothy Casket and Johnny Ghost Senior, allowing for the two kids to have semi-frequent playdates. Ghost doesn’t remember this at all, but Spooker’s known since after the puppet arc. Spooker considers Ghost his oldest friend before of this.

Always the commanding kid, Gregory/Ghost actually came up with the nickname Spooker, it just stuck. Fred stopped going by the nickname around high school, but chose to take it up again because it just seemed to fit the paranormal investigating job.

Ghost has one-sided beef with Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza because of his time as a McDonalds manager in a city where everyone preferred pizza. Unknown to Spooker, this is most of the reason why Ghost was so annoyed during Spooker’s first mission. Ghost did Not want to be there and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Around when Chris first getting used to the team’s dynamic, he told Ghost that he’s far too critical to Spooker, so for about a week, Ghost tried holding himself back and being “nicer”. Spooker quickly caught on and told him that her liked that Ghost was honest and serious with him— even if it was kind of mean. He felt it meant that Ghost would always be honest with him and didn’t see him as someone who needed to be coddled.

Ghost was pretty openly mean about Spooker’s stuffed animals when he first joined the team, but got pretty used to them after awhile and will offer to repair them when one gets ripped or damaged so Spooker doesn’t get upset.

For his fifth anniversary with the team, Ghost made a big deal about not wanting to get anything for Spooker, only to present him with a hand-sewn stuffed animal with the PIE symbol on its little arms and back. Spooker cried.

Ghost tried to make him stop by saying that it was only made from scraps that Ghost had lying around from repairing the team’s stuff. Spooker cried harder.

He named the stuffed animal Tart and lets Woah sleep with it when she needs something to hold at night.

Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast

Toast was actually seen as the problem child out of the two of them when they first met. Ghost was still kind of shell-shocked and processing his PSTD, and Toast was lashing out at anything because the sudden change in his lift was stressing him out. The two were sometimes paired together by the school’s faculty because they were hoping Ghost’s easy-to-startle nature would make Toast settle down. Instead, Ghost got more hectic as he worked through his problems, and Toast barely mellowed out as he adjusted to life in the States.

Ghost was the first person to really be there for Toast after what happened to Mary. He was the only one who really had an idea of what Toast was going through, and tried his best to give Toast the comfort that he would have wanted when he was going through his own grief. It was more effort than Toast was hoping for and really helped him in ways he didn’t know he needed.

Toast tried to go no-contact with his family around when he graduated University, and maintained it up until the founding of PIE. He saw how much working several jobs for all hours just to keep the lights at PIE on was wearing out Ghost, and reached back out to his family for the money so Ghost wouldn’t have to work so hard.

For the longest time, Toast’s Home Screen on his phone was him and Ghost making a hand heart together… in front of an explosion. Ghost had a similar one as his Lock Screen, except his was over a swallowing abyss, and his Home Screen was all black. Ghost thought it was funny, but Toast thought it was adorable that they matched.

Though he’s very prim and proper with the team, Toast is actually pretty messy when at home. He can manage his own stuff, but he struggles at keeping a tidy space. To make up for this, Ghost regularly marks days on the calendar when they’ll spend the morning cleaning before they go to work, and take note of what specifically needs focus throughout the week.

When Johnny Toast first got into cosplay, he would go to stores to get the outfits and wigs or buy them cheap online and try to grin and bear the quality. Ghost couldn’t help with the wig aspect, but he’d sew incredibly complicated outfit designs for Toast under the guise that he wanted to prove that the quality of the store-bought stuff was That Bad.

That’s part of why he doesn’t want to go anywhere with Toast while Toast is in cosplay because he’s actually kind of embarrassed of his earlier work but doesn’t want to make Toast retire his favorite outfits.

Both Toast and Ghost have had long enough hair to braid in the past (or present, for Ghost), and they’ve had moments of absent-mindedly braiding segments of each other’s hair.

Toast was Not the only person getting fangirls and stalkers, Ghost just looked at Toast, saw him as the hottest man on the planet, and went ‘yeah, that’s the only reason why they’re here.’

Johnny Toast and Fred Soup

Originally, Toast didn’t realize that Spooker was going to be a long-term member of the team, and he thought Spooker quit when he went missing halfway through the Puppet Arc. Realizing that Spooker lowkey sacrificed himself to try to save Ghost made Toast come around to him staying with the team… Spooker also didn’t realize Toast was the other member of the team until after Ghost got back, though. Only Ghost knows that they were both confused.

Spooker insists upon keeping track of the birthdays of ghosts that they see frequently, and Toast has begrudgingly began adding them to his planner. It does require trudging through graveyards or examining old records sometimes, and it can be a lot more work than anyone was asking for… but Toast is glad it makes Spooker happy.

Spooker loves Toast’s art and is trying to convince him to try coloring some of it with watercolors. Toast doesn’t want to admit that paint deeply confuses him, so he just lets Spooker do it for him.

Lacking blood when he’s spectral (a consequence of being half-ghost), Spooker actually struggles with generating his own body heat. On the other hand, Toast generates warmth faster when infected with lycanthropy. That being said, when both conditions are met, the two can consistently be found together, as close as possible.

Unexpected to Toast, Spooker actually knew several werewolves growing up and figured out Toast was a werewolf before anyone told him. This led to Spooker giving Toast some really good werewolf-coping advice up until he was properly cured, and Toast thinking it was just a really insane coincidence for like. A year after it.

Despite Spooker not really having a paycheck for literal years, Toast would find “sneaky” ways to pay him for his work. Toast thought he was slick, but Spooker just didn’t want to comment about how he was being given like 200 dollars for gas money and 500 dollars to restock the fridge at the base. He just thought it was like how Ghost was bad at reading and didn’t want to bring it up.

Spooker saw a picture of Toast with his hair long and in a ponytail soon after college and has been begging him to grow it out ever since then. He thinks Toast’s hair is literally angelic and can’t imagine why he likes it short. Toast just says he got sick of brushing ghost slime out of it.

Spooker can’t tell Toast and Gavin apart, to the point where he kind of doesn’t remember they’re different people after being explained that they are. Gavin feels horrible for tricking him because Spooker is always really nice to him, even after being told that he isn’t Toast. Toast thinks it’s funny, though.

Chris Ghostie and Johnny Ghost

Ghost was really friendly with Colon while he was driving Ghost to his location. It had been a long time since a stranger who was ignorant about the supernatural was actually interested in learning about it and wasn’t judgmental, weird, or gave Ghost a fake smile before brushing him off. They had a long, friendly conversation that mostly consisted in Ghost explaining how the paranormal worked from a professional perspective, which Colon was very receptive to. That’s the main reason why he allowed a stranger with no experience to come with him on a potentially dangerous mission. He thought Colon really had the chops for the job. And he was right.

Though Colon was initially very drawn to Ghost, there was a period of time where he doubted himself because Ghost could come off as kind of cruel to the other members of the team sometimes. It took him awhile to realize it was just a front and that Ghost had a very soft inside with a very prickly outside… that was also when he realized Ghost probably really liked him to start their friendship by exposing his soft side.

Colon originally found his nickname kind of annoying, but Ghost laughing about it actually made it grow on him over time. He’s found he’s grown more comfortable with it over time. Also, he’s found ways to make fun of Ghost back if it ever strikes a nerve with him.

Despite spending incredibly minimal time with the team compared to everyone else, Colon was able to tell the difference between Ghost and Casket incredibly easy. He’s started spraying Ghost with water when he suddenly spikes with Casket activity out of nowhere to startle Ghost back to attention.

He can also tell the difference between Johnny Ghost and Johnny Cranky almost immediately, but didn’t tell Cranky the first time the doppelgänger tried pulling one over on him. He made up a Ton of fake drama happening inside of PIE to freak Cranky out and circulate false information around DIE. At this point, he sees Cranky as the most unthreatening version of Ghost.

According to Colon, upon realizing Colon’s love of research and learning, Ghost appointed him the team teacher so that Colon could teach every newcomer to the team. According to Ghost, he gave Colon the job so he’d stop suggesting they hire or adopt every vaguely paranormal-inclined person and creature, because then they’d be his responsibility to deal with (he did not stop).

When Colon gets really excited about a book, he usually tells Ghost about it because chances are, Ghost is never going to read it so he really doesn’t care about spoilers. This is the only way that Ghost has ever actually gotten invested in books— fiction and nonfiction— because Colon is very, very thematic when he summarizes stories.

While Ghost was retired, Colon sent regular emails to Ghost’s work email as kind-of a diary. He figured that even if Ghost opened his work email, he wouldn’t read most of them, even if he sent something back. Ghost didn’t actually open his work email again until right before he was considering joining the team. Part him wanted to find it annoying, but it’s part of what eventually pushed him into joining back. He used TTS to read them all.

Fred Soup and Chris Ghostie

These two have the strongest stomachs to blood and gore on the team, and first started going over to each other’s places to watch horror movies together. They tried making it into a team thing, but had to stop making it a horror thing when they realized Ghost and Toast weren’t as into it.

When Spooker realized Ghost only recognizes him with the hat, it was Colon’s idea to dye his hair a bubblegum pink. He dyed streaks of his own hair a temporary blue in solidarity, but it was kind of hard to see without bleach.

Colon asked Spooker why he acts kind of stupid on the job, and Spooker explained that most ghosts would underestimate him if they thought he was stupid. Colon thought that as a little bit ingenious and will sometimes join in, much to Ghost’s tired annoyance. To be nice, Colon will take missions seriously when it’s just him and Ghost.

They started putting on Bluey for Woah to watch, but Colon quickly realized that some of the episodes counted as honest-to-god parenting advice and pulled Spooker into watching some of the episodes with him. He didn’t realize it would be actually kind of therapeutic for Spooker.

They have a Minecraft server together. Woah has her own special area that Colon used mod privileges around to ensure mobs wouldn’t spawn. They put their minecraft beds together.

Colon has a lot of dietary restrictions because of his. Whole relationship with specifically his colon, so Spooker went out of his way to learn new recipes and double-check some of his old recipes so Colon would always have something he could eat without a stomachache anytime Spooker cooks for the team. It took some experimenting, but they figured out a system, and Colon is really grateful.

In spite of getting all his information from Johnny ‘they are the most threatening, horrifying thing on the planet’ Ghost, he’s chosen to go out of his way to give Spooker’s demon cat plushie a chance. Though he is still a little suspicious about it getting too close to Woah.

Colon is the only member of PIE that Spooker has personally introduced to his dad without his dad knowing they were involved with PIE, meaning Colon is the only member of PIE who Chakalata likes. (He begrudgingly kept liking Colon even after finding out the truth.)

Chris Ghostie and Johnny Toast

Out of all the members of PIE, Toast was the only one Colon knew of before joining PIE. How? He’s read Toast’s book cover-to-cover. Several times. He has multiple sections and most of the cases detailed in that book memorized.

Colon is gradually and slowly trying to teach Toast to drive in return for more background information about Toast’s book.

A big reason why Toast doesn’t experience curses or magical afflictions as often as he used to isn’t really because they stopped coming, but because Colon started making him different charms and curse-repellants when he realized how often Toast suffers because of the supernatural. He is a little disturbed with how quickly Toast goes through them, but Toast is just relieved to have any break. At all.

Colon was incredibly excited of Toast’s cosplaying when he found out about it, and has offered to tag along with him to contests, or to dress up with him if he needs a double. They’re the closest to being the same size out of everyone on the team, so Colon can actually wear some of Toast’s older costumes if the need arises.

Colon is sometimes disappointed that he missed out on Toast being a werewolf (in cases where Toast gets cured and manages not to get it again) because the stories from Ghost and Spooker makes it sound way cuter than it actually was.

Toast and Colon are both incredibly organization-oriented, and both have different methods of keeping track of things. Sometimes they compare notes to make sure that they have everything since they tend to value different information.

I dunno if I said this anywhere else, but I’m dubbing these two as the biggest nerds on the team. They will talk fandom and understand what the other person is talking about. They compare tv shows and movies and talk about the state of the animation industry and how best to support actors. It’s fun and exciting.

He’s also really good at telling Gavin and Toast apart, but tends to doubt himself since Gavin will commit to the bit as hard as possible and he doesn’t want to make Ghost panic. Sometimes, Toast is Just that chaotic and that’s okay.

Team-Focused Fluff

Every primary member of the team can pick up and carry Ghost with relative ease. On days when Ghost is dazed or out of it for some reason, he has been picked up and carried by the nearest teammate in the chase.

Toast getting strong-armed into keeping track of the birthdays of ghosts has actually had the humanizing but unintended side affect of actually re-learning and teaching ghosts their own birthdays. They all react differently, some better some worse. Maxwell actually eased up on them. Aimee cried.

Colon has needed a surgery or two since joining the team, and absolutely everyone joined in to make sure he was as comfortable as possible. They did give him space and time to recover on his own, but they also went out of his way to make sure they had snacks he could eat and that he was always comfortable and had something to do. One time he was bored to a point that the usual methods wouldn’t fixed, so they set up a whole mystery in his room for him to solve without straining himself.

EVERYONE on the team has a story around biting someone that they were too young to remember but their parents thought were notable/hilarious. Spooker bit another kid while playing a game where everyone was an animal (~1yrs old - he was probably just teething, but his dad thought it was really funny), Ghost bit someone while he was being taken in after being found wandering in the woods (~7-8yrs old something his dads always noted as being a sign that he was a fighter— trying to spin it into a positive), Toast bit one of the servants who was taking care of him when they tried to pry as to why the usually chipper toddler was suddenly being so closed off (~4-5yrs old - his mother’s first red flag that something was happening to her children, but it would be another few years before anything was done about it), and Colon bit a doctor while dazed and waking up after a dental surgery (~7yrs - old his mother thinks it’s hilarious). They find it funny that THAT’S a distinct and notable thing they all have in common.

It’s really hard to get a babysitter for Woah. Options in the past have ranged from random teens in the paper (Woah just does whatever she wants since they can’t touch her), Maddie-Friend per Gertrude’s recommendation (overall really responsible, but usually busy with college or stalking), Spencer Acachalla to keep him from coming on missions after he forced himself onto the team (puts Woah on the coms while playing online games to make them think a six-year-old girl is destroying them… also managed to burn water), Poppy Soup per Spooker’s request (she invited friends over without realizing one of them was the ghost the team was after and got herself banned from babysitting… but was otherwise okay.), and Maxwell Acachalla (Colon was hoping it would be therapeutic. It actually kind of worked. He has no idea how to cook food.).

They have talked about starting a band, mostly as a joke. They kind of stopped talking about it when they realized they would technically be a boy band.

Everyone in the team is actually pretty okay at cooking. Spooker is the most skilled at cooking a lot of food at a time for a group of people, of course, but that’s not the only needed skill. Toast has an incredible attention to detail when picking out ingredients but struggles at measuring time, Ghost is adept at using replacements when lacking specific ingredients but doesn’t keep track of the level of nutrients he’s taking in at a time, and Colon is incredible at making a little go a long way but gets easily overwhelmed in a large kitchen. Also, Spooker most struggles at cooking for just himself, often making wayyy too many leftovers.

Casket will sometimes bore and start poking around with stuff if he can’t find anyone after finding himself in control with Ghost’s body. That’s how the team walked in on him trying and failing to sing Karaoke with Ghost’s hoodie around his neck like a cape after they left Ghost at home for a mission because he had a migraine. This was the most humanizing moment Spooker and Colon have ever had with Jimmy Casket. It was also incredibly embarrassing for Jimmy. He tried killing Toast for managing to get pictures and everything devolved into chaos, but Toast ultimately won.

Everyone tends to wear different styles outside of work than they do in work. Toast actually prefers to dress down and wear more casual, rugged, and loose-fitting clothes. Spooker likes colorful, flowing stuff with sparkles and loose bits. He has also done some bedazzling of some of PIE’s tools. Colon likes wearing a bit of an academia look or business casual and enjoys jewelry. The only exception is Ghost, nothing on the planet will get him to part from styling his entire outfit around an oversized hoodie and thick-soled combat boots. They only ever look coordinated when they’re on the clock.

They celebrate Halloween like no one’s business. They also Hate Halloween because of the spike of absurd cases— both fake and real. It’s kind of hard to tell someone they’re overreacting when there IS a chance that SOME GHOST is crazy enough to do JUST ABOUT ANYTHING just because it’s Halloween.

Thanks for asking, and I hope your week has improved as much as possible since you sent that ask <3

[yakuly]

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Six...

❤️ Chapter: Six...

❤️ SoojinxMaleReader

❤️ Words: 1.467 words

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, murder, death, angry.

Six…

They say that the first impression is the one that lasts. But they also say that your attitudes can change how people credited you in the beginning. I've always been the type of person who faithfully believed the first statement until I found it.

Ezekiel Young.

I went to Salt Lake City to visit a cousin who had just gotten engaged, and my spirits were high. She then decided that we had an obligation to walk around town shopping.

And even though it was one of the coldest weeks of my life, my cousin's smile and animation warmed my mood - and her incredibly large and shiny engagement ring in the brunette's hand also warmed my heart.

That's when I found him. And I'm not using the word in a romantic sense, where the two of them have a romantic moment at complete randomness. Our bodies literally met in the middle of the path, in a collision so violent, that my bags flew, and my clothes scattered on the sidewalk.

"Are you all right?" Despite having beautiful blue eyes, and being kind, I was possessed, so no, it wasn't okay. And I made sure he saw that.

"Do you think I'm fine?" I complained, refusing his outstretched hand and getting up on my own, observing some of the damage that was still on the street, as my cousin was supportive in putting my pieces together. "Watch that! Don't you watch where you're going?! You could have killed me!"

I confess that exaggeration is a talent of mine, and I could have easily continued yelling at him in the street, but my cousin stopped me.

So I went two days without remembering the chance, but it was almost impossible when he came to me. Calmer this time - and interested in the coffee he insisted on paying for - I couldn't let myself be carried away by his apologies, blue eyes, and brunette hair. He had this habit of biting his bottom lip whenever I was too quiet, which caught my attention even more.

By the end of the trip, we were already dating. And it wasn't long before we moved into a house.

I was happy, living my movie romance, day after day. We spoke almost always because Ezekiel always managed to be present in my day: he sent me flowers, chocolates, and little notes were hidden in my things… When we got home, I didn't mind cooking and serving, not just his dinner, but also his Whiskey, just the way he always loved it.

But then everything changed.

Six…

The hugs and caresses decreased, the gifts decreased, the notes became smaller, until there were almost no more… And that started to bother me. Not even our nights, which were hot, could stand it and it got colder and colder.

Six…

"I don't know, something stinks here" I comment in a cafe with my cousin, who this time, came to visit me.

"Maybe it's the bad milk" she jokes, laughing to herself at her own joke, but stops when she sees my impassive face. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, I started to tell him everything about my relationship with Ezekiel, and how it all fell apart. "Calm down cousin, it might be nothing"

"Okay, but what if it's something? What could he be hiding from me?" I retort, uncomfortable with the idea that my almost-husband might be doing it behind my back "I'm Seo Soojin! I'm not born to be deceived by anyone!"

"Okay, okay, since you're suspicious, I think I have an idea…"

My cousin's idea had a name: Charles Hamilton. He was nothing less than a top private detective, apparently uncovering the hairiest secrets of married men in Salt Lake.

That same afternoon we spoke on the phone and agreed on all the terms and details. And I made it very clear that he should tell me everything he found out, regardless of the amount, I had enough money for that. And so, six months passed.

Six…

When I first met Charles Hamilton he was completely different from the old, white-haired, hunchbacked, and wrinkled man I imagined him to be. He was just the opposite, tall, square-faced, clean-shaven, starting to gray now. And incredibly fragrant. God!

"Good morning, Miss Young!" He greets me, smiling briefly, which gets my attention even more. Without wasting time, I lift my hand, so he can take it - which he does, smiling bigger.

"Please, Soojin," I ask smiling and sitting in front of him. We got down to business without much delay.

Turns out Ezekiel Young had not just one wife, not two, not three. Ezekiel Young kept six wives.

Six fucking wives.

Six…

All the business trips he claimed to be taking all this time were to see his wives again…California, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Kansas, and Nebraska. Six women in six states.

"I'm sorry Miss Soojin, but apparently your husband is a Mormon," Charles says after handing me all the pictures of Ezekiel with his women. My stomach did a flip, and I felt sick.

"Motherfucker" I complain, still in disbelief, and Charles looks at me with pity, scratching his throat. I look at this incredibly handsome man and decide I'm not going to come out at the bottom of this situation, and I prepare for the biggest performance of my life. "What do I do now?!"

I start to cry softly into my napkin, the most forced tears, and the last ones I've ever shed. Charles sits in the chair next to me, handing me his handkerchief to replace the napkin, and speaks again:

"Apparently, Ezekiel is a Mormon… it's common for them to…"

"Am I ugly?" I cut him off, putting on my best silly face, and it had an effect. Five more minutes of dramatic theatrics, mixed with some well-veiled seduction, and I fucked Charles Hamilton in the bed I share with Ezekiel Young.

As soon as the detective left, with promises that he would return to help me with whatever I needed, I decided that I would make it very clear to my husband that he should never have tried to deceive me.

Everything goes on as a normal day. I clean our house, prepare our food and take a special bath, making sure I smell better than usual. I wear my best outfit and do amazing makeup.

Six…

My efforts clearly didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who smiled happily when he saw me. Ezekiel grabs me, trying to kiss me, but I deflect by pretending to be charming. And he falls for it.

We sit down to dinner normally, and when he sits down to watch his TV, I hand him his special whiskey. I make a point of sitting on his lap and caressing his face.

"Want to know a funny thing that happened today?" I ask using a velvety voice, I see I've got his attention and I continue, but only after he takes a big gulp of alcohol. "I had sex with a guy named Charles in our bed."

As soon as I say my last words, I see them make sense in Ezekiel's brain, who jumps to his feet, practically throwing me away as if he hadn't expected it. And that's why I recover so quickly.

"What did you said, bitch?" he asks, and I see his anger rise to his face. I smile to tease him.

Six…

"Didn't you hear honey? Your wife fucked another guy in your bed!" I speak louder and stronger. Ezekiel finishes his drink in one gulp and laughs. Dumb.

"Stupid bitch!" The empty glass is tossed towards me and he's under my neck, squeezing to knock the air out of me, which only works for a few minutes, and he notices it too.

"What's wrong baby? Are you weak?" I raise an eyebrow smiling and pushing him hard. Ezekiel falls.

"You should call one of your other six wives to save your life, honey." I approach her already extremely pale body and smile holding her face "messed with the wrong bitch"

Six…

I had a perfect escape plan, and I was just about to make it out of the house when the police arrived. Apparently, my neighbor heard Ezekiel's screams and feared for my life. And in the end, even Charles Hamilton never appeared to say anything. Motherfucker.

Six…

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

Let's start. Your name, please.

Seo Soojin, love.

Your age?

24, will this take a long time?

Why were you arrested?

My son of a bitch, of a husband, cheated on me with six women. I offered him a drink. Too bad he was always such a weakling…

And what is your motivation?

Ask one of his wives.

How do you declare?

Guilty, mon amour. He used me like I was a fucking concubine!

[softedgessculptures]

I don't know about yall and your headcanons, but I can't imagine Armin's parents.

For me, he will always be the sweet guy who lives with grandpa and helps take care of him. I don't know why but the idea of his grandpa canon in the anime stayed in my head, and I can't imagine Armin's parents. In college he could be completely playful about games, HQs, movies, computers and then "I won't be able to go, I have to take my grandpa to the square today... ", "Huh, maybe someday? I have to pay the bills later hahaha..." and like WITHOUT COMPLAINING or being like the other asshol boys, he simply lives with his grandfather and does everything for get him well, happy and safe. Armin may be the biggest nerd in college, or the gamer guy, the super serious and responsible strategist, but when you meet him and go to his house waiting to see him sitting at the computer wanting nothing with anything as an any bum, you see him with completely different eyes after perceiven how organized he is. You feel cozy over there, a soft and well lined sofa accommodates you, knitting lining is so cute. From there you already begin to notice how Armin left the house aways SO clean, making it as evident as possible of how hard-working he is. You can see that things are very clean according to the brightness you see on the furniture and tiles, organized shelves, a slight smell of disinfectant and a yuuuummy smell of bread baked in the air. There are beautiful fruits in the basket, cookies, breads, all pretty and so... cosy? He did all this, he cleans all this? And from Armin's shy feature explaining the bus schedules to Grandpa while you eat the delicious cookies he baked (because he learned to cook to not leave his old grandpa in the kitchen), he knows you're looking and gets so shhshsj nervous. Your eyes then fall straight from Armin to his grandfather, who opened a confused and playful smile to his grandson. "... Not grandpa. At this time it's another bus, you can't take this one. If you catch this one you can get lost, okay? So you need to be careful and go see if..." your ears melt with the soft voice of the blond. So thoughtful. Armin had his body all stiff standing up while the three of you stood in the living room, still with his long shirts, his baggy pants and socks with slippers. You three eat a cake and have a tea to the sound of not much besides your voices, the sound of birds outside and the tic tac of the kitchen clock. It's sunny outside, a warmer spring weather, a smell of coffee exhaling from the kitchen.... ooooooooh. The house is not rich, but it is so beautiful and cozy, a living room and a beautiful kitchen with flowers on the tiles.. Armin never was to flaunt the best Jordans, or iPhone of last generation, he has always been a normal and humble scholar. A nice house, so nice to be going to nap in the afternoon zzzzzz. I would die to go have tea and talk about everything with him, a tea with carrot cake or cracker while we read a book... I'm delirious. This is based on my fantasies here in Brazil, with beautiful cozy Brazilian cuisines on a hot day and a unique aesthetic of ours, nothing much of 1st world and blablabla, but rather a beautiful and quiet house? A cute radio on the shelf and Grandpa sleeping in the room while he shows me a new game coming out for free on XBOX gamepass.

[aclanby-anyothername]

a clan by any other name.

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content warning: animal injury - minor, blood.

the gentle rain was a welcome sight. its clouds blocked out the harsh, late greenleaf sun, and a gentle breeze danced through the air.

there was enough kill to last for now, but the paws insisted on hunting regardless. they set off into the nearby woods, not nearly as lush as the grand forest that once cloaked the area a long, long time ago, but it was the best hunting ground they had. dustcloud, as overly protective as ever, had tagged along.

mothpaw: "hey breezepaw, wanna see who can catch the most?"

breezepaw: "… sure!"

creekpaw: "uuuuugh, the trees here don't have a lot of leaves. i'm getting soaked. can we pleeeease go back to camp?"

amberpaw: "no, this is good training."

dustcloud: "if amberpaw goes back with you, then sure. i don't think it's safe to go back home by yourself …"

amberpaw: "i'm not doing that."

creekpaw: grumble grumble complain

creekpaw was onto something. an hour passed, then another, and the group had nothing to show for their efforts.

mothpaw: "UUUUUUGH! we haven't caught ANYTHING! this sucks!"

breezepaw: "i bet all of the prey's trying to avoid the rain, too …"

amberpaw: "we'll keep going until we find something."

creekpaw: "what? no way! it's been hours!"

amberpaw: "we need to be able to hunt in any condition. it doesn't matter how long it takes."

dustcloud: "no, amberpaw. part of being a warrior is knowing when to save your energy. i think it's time to head back."

amberpaw: "…"

mothpaw: "i have an idea! let's race to see who can get back to camp fastest. that way, we can get out of the rain, and we can practice our running!"

dustcloud: "i don't think that's a g - "

but mothpaw was already sprinting away.

mothpaw: "winner gets their pick of the kill pile!"

creekpawpaw: "oh no, you always take the best ones! slow down!"

creekpaw went sprinting after her. dustcloud sighed.

dustcloud: "those two, i swear … huh? where did amberpaw go?"

dustcloud look around, only to see her silhouette disappearing into the underbrush. she had never been especially competitive, but maybe mothpaw's 'training' idea inspired her?

breezepaw: "… i guess it's just you and me?"

breezepaw came to sit next to dustcloud, a sheepish smile on his face.

dustcloud: "uh … did you want to go after them, too? i wouldn't blame you."

breezepaw shook his head

breezepaw: "i … i'm okay."

breezepaw looked down, avoiding dustcloud's gaze.

dustcloud: "you know … even with them having a head start, you could probably beat them. you're the fastest one of us by far."

breezepaw looked up, his sheepish smile now with a twinge of sadness.

breezepaw: "you don't have to say that just to make me feel better … i know i'm your weakest apprentice."

dustcloud: (where did that come from? i've never heard him say anything like that.)

"now hold on, i -"

breezepaw: "mothpaw is so fearless … creekpaw is so smart … and amberpaw is so strong. they're all so cool. compared to them, i … well, you know."

dustcloud didn't know what to say. he had no idea breezepaw had felt that way, and he was unsure if further compliments would only make him withdraw further.

breezepaw: "you don't have to say anything, it's okay. i've known that for a while now, and … it's okay. as long as i can help them, even if i can't do much, i'm happy."

dustcloud: "… breezepaw, none of that is true. when i said you were the fastest of us, i wasn't lying."

"besides that … don't sell yourself short. if you're ever unhappy with your skills, you always have room to learn and improve."

breezepaw: "i don't know …"

dustcloud: (he's always been so mature for his age. sometimes i forget he's still just a kid.)

dustcloud: "… did you know i was the worst hunter in my family?"

breezepaw: "no way! now i KNOW you're just trying to cheer me up."

dustcloud: "i'm serious!"

the memories came back to him little by little. he tried not to think back on those times. he felt a twinge of pain, but of comfort, too.

dustcloud: "i was the baby of my litter, always crying and hiding behind my mother when i got scared … even once i became an apprentice, i always felt so out of place."

"my mentor tried hard to get me to come out of my shell, but it wasn't enough. i think she was relieved once i became a warrior, just so she could leave me alone again, haha."

"once i was a warrior, i was given all of the easiest tasks. i think everyone thought i couldn't handle anything more, and i certainly did nothing to prove otherwise."

"it was a relief, even. i didn't like hunting … i could eat prey just fine, but i always felt so bad for killing it."

breezepaw: "that's … really? i never would've thought that …"

dustcloud: "haha, yeah … once i was on my own, though, i had to get better, and so i did. and here i am now."

breezepaw was quiet for some time, flipping over the same pebble over and over again with his paw, seemingly lost in thought. dustcloud did not press him any further.

the rain eventually began to pick up, and the thin canopy of trees was no longer enough to keep them dry. wordlessly, the two began to walk back to camp.

it was breezepaw who broke the silence.

breezepaw: "… do you think i can become a good warrior? i don't like to hunt, and i get scared easily, but … i want to do everything i can for them. i … i really love them."

dustcloud smiled. he must have resonated with what dustcloud said, after all.

dustcloud: "… you remind me of myself at your age."

breezepaw: "w-what? where did that come from?"

dustcloud: "… you will be a great warrior, breezepaw."

their conversation was punctuated by screaming from up ahead, and breezepaw and dustcloud froze, eyes locked together in mutual terror.

amberpaw: "MOTHPAW, NO!"

their legs with quicker than their heads, and they took off towards the sound without a second thought.

dustcloud really wasn't lying. breezepaw rounded the corner instantly, and he wasn't too far behind. mothpaw was on the ground, her leg twisted at an unnatural angle. creekpaw and amberpaw looked on in horror.

dustcloud: "WHAT HAPPENED?"

creekpaw spoke quickly, his words blending together.

creekpaw: "we all caught up to each other on this big rock then amberpaw slipped and i ran into her then mothpaw ran into me amberpaw and i almost fell off the rock but we caught ourselves but mothpaw -"

amberpaw: "- it's her ankle. she hit it against the rock on the way down … i'm sorry!"

creekpaw: "it's not your fault, amberpaw! it was her idea to race in the first place -"

mothpaw: "can you PLEASE just be nice for once in your miserable life?! ouch ouch ouch ouch …"

creekpaw: "…"

dustcloud: "i'm no medicine cat, but …" (dammit, why couldn't i have been a medicine cat?!)

"… i think it's just a sprain. as long as you don't walk too much until then, you should be okay in a half-moon or so."

mothpaw: "A HALF-MOON?! no! that's not fair!"

dustcloud: "mothpaw … i'm so sorry."

breezepaw: "h-here! mothpaw, let me help you get up. you can lean against me on the walk home. try not to put too much pressure on your leg, okay?"

mothpaw: "okay, i can try … o-oww …"

mothpaw rose to her feet slowly. she stumbled and nearly fell over again, but breezepaw was able to catch her in time, cushioning her fall with his side.

mothpaw: "t-thanks …"

breezepaw, who had been so self assured a moment ago, looked bashful once again.

breezepaw: "we'll walk slowly, okay?"

they went on ahead, leaving the rest of the group behind, all in different stages of shock.

dustcloud: "dammit …"

creekpaw: "…"

amberpaw: "… we should follow them."

creekpaw: "yeah …"

dustcloud: "…"

they walked back to camp in a silence only occasionally broken by mothpaw's whimpers of pain, their fur heavy with rain.

dustcloud: (if we were a real clan, she could be seen by a medicine cat, and she would be taken care of … where can i find a medicine cat in a place like this?!)

(what if … what if next time it's more than a sprain? i can't bear to think of it …)

(mothpaw, i'm sorry …)

dustcloud did not find reprieve from his guilt in his dreams that night.

elder: "please cooperate. you know what must be done."

???: "DISAPPEAR!"

???: "DIE, WRETCHED BEAST!"

elder: "you, the beast that brings total ruin … perish."

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[snowflake-of-destruction]

FIRST A WARNING.

I WENT VERY LONG. SORRY. LIKE A CERTAIN BLORBO OF MINE, I LOVE WORDS.

Okay, starting with a bit of a side note, but I got the exact opposite impression of Val and Velvette. I thought/think they are very close.

Even though Love Potion is Velvette's project, Val is at least spokesmodeling for her/with her or endorsing it, if not helping her make it (tangent within a tangent: I don't like the theory that Love Potion is just Valentino's spit even if it may share properties. I think it diminishes Velvette's involvement. I like the idea that she is synthesizing her own product and crafted the recipe herself. She may have used Val as inspiration or a base to study, but let the girl have her own side hustle. God forbid-evil-women do anything ;) ). Whatever his level of involvement is, she still pulled him and not Vox into her pet project.

And though it's obviously a staged/posed/professional photo I still think the composition of it with them looking so cosy and happy instead a more traditional looking advertisement pose was a deliberate choice in the sense of the animators showing them cuddling up to give off a certain impression of closeness that there wasn't time to devote any scenes to showing.

But that's just conjecture. All of this is. I'm not saying you're wrong. They may not be close. I'm just giving my own impressions and showing how I got my conclusion.

And then there's all the hearts in Val's texts to Velvette. I mean, partially, that's just Valentino style communication, but, again, I take what I see and attribute some level of intention to it. We don't have hot and cold running psycho like is *really* Val's style. We just get "love ya and mean it" and the fact that Velvette saved his contact with a heart too.

Not pictured: the "my baby doll" from Val shown in the background of Respectless.

Also, I was trying to think of where you would get the idea that they weren't close, and I thought it might be where she complains to Vox about "his boytoy" throwing a tantrum in her studio, which, valid. I just took it as her being annoyed by his actions (and who wouldn't be?) and not a indicator of how she thinks about him all the time--and I thought it was significant that Val went to her first over Vox--but I totally get where you would be coming from. And, as for Val coming to Velvette first, where I took it as a sign of him feeling most comfortable with her, at least as "vent friends," it also could just be that he didn't want to talk about Angel with Vox at first because he didn't want to deal with jealous Vox. I get both sides.

And (if you want) tell me what else I might have missed that shows they don't really like each other. I love conversation and sharing different views and learning new details I didn't notice.

So much discussion gets cut off because people with different opinions don't want to be seen as fighting....partially because most of what you see of people with different opinions talking actually is them fighting. But that's not me. With very few exceptions, when I debate, I'm just trying to open dialogue and open to friendly rebuttal on both sides.

ANYWAY, NOW TO THE MAIN POINT. SORRY I WENT SO LONG ON THE MINOR POINT.

I think Valentino and Vox were a duo first, though it was a more loosely defined, unofficial team up (maybe kind of like Alastor and Rosie sometimes sharing info/leading each other to souls like we see in episode seven "Sit down. Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you. Ya know, Alastor. I got a premo-connect on a guy with about eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickin's for a deal to be made, my friend.") OR maybe just romantic connection.

Proof of them being close long ago:

I'm sure you've seen the old picture of them with intact antenna, old clothes, and Vox as an older model TV since it's one of the background details that gets posted about more often but, if not, here

The details show that it was taken long ago, the prominence the phot has being displayed and the pose say more than a bit familiar.

SO THEN, WHY NOT SAY THEY WERE "THE VEES" EVEN BEFORE VELVETTE?

Simple. Velvette is not treated as an "add on." Not just by them, but by everyone. This is not definitive evidence but still, there is a vibe.

--Angel refers to the trio as one unit "The Vees" and says they are all the same.

--Alastor also has "the other Vees" and "his team" equal footing given to both Val and Velvette

-- Carmilla calls them ALL smug wannabes, naive and uniformed etc etc when she would have ever reason to target Velvette directly, either limiting her judgment to the one in front of her or especially by pointing out that Velvette is only the "junior member" and respectless even toward her allies by pretending to be the backbone when they were the ones that made Vee tower without her...if such a thing were true.

The fact that Velvette calls herself the backbone is telling in and of itself. Yes, it could just be ego. We know she has that in spades. I tend to think there would be some basis that she anchors that on though. She's the most stable one emotionally from what we have seen so far, though just as impulsive, but I also think that "The Vees" in the form we have today is a result of Vox and Velvette having a meeting of the business minds wanting to build more of an empire and the shared love of violence wanting to actually take action/take over. Velvette is definitely not content in just her little corner. I think, though Vox and Val are the more experienced older overlords, she was the one that pushed for a partnership and made Vox think it was his idea, very much there to shake the status quo and wondering why overlords only use their amassed power to defend their own territories instead of trying to take turf wars even further (and eventually to heaven itself). Not through out and out war (yet), not alone, but maybe as an alliance and taking over through other means by owning and creating as much as possible and making people rely on you even if you don't own their soul first.

I don't want to say Val was just included because he's Vox's boyfriend/because Velvette and Vox both like him. I think that would dismiss how powerful he is and how much influence he holds. I think he's seen as a powerful ally/important partner, but it fits some of the comments Vivzie has made and Vox and Velvette's general attitude toward "boytoy" that nobody thinks Valentino is the brains of the team and it is Vox and Velvette who think they run the show (each thinking they are most important with the other as an assistant and Valentino slightly below on a third rung).

I have no proof for it, but I think asking Alastor to join The Vees was after Velvette got involved (well, obviously lol since I was just saying that Velvette could have came up with the idea of a team).

And I think it was based on more than just Alastor being a fellow entertainment and communication overlord like TV and Social Media--though I'm not saying that wasn't the primary reason.

Alastor and Vox have some kind of past involvement. It doesn't have to be romantic. I don't think it is for several reasons even beyond the fact that I think they are going to keep Alastor as aromatic as well as asexual, though not thinking it's not canon won't stop me from making all the jokes/reblogging all the art/writing it as such...but that's beside the point

There was some friendship there though I think.

-- The over the top reaction to the rejection screams that it seemed personal.

--Valentino says to Vox that Alastor "owes us more than money" which also says it was more than just business--whether that is a reference to a possible battle, something that happened more than once if "the last time" is significant wording indicating more than one fight or "more than money" means the fractured relationship was personal for all three.

--There's the torn picture (that Vox kept for YEARS) where we see that Vox was standing close to Alastor and Alastor at the very least isn't shying away.

--Vox was SO SURE Alastor would say yes to his offer that Alastor appears to have his own section of Vee Tower ready for him to move into/originally constructed for him with a record store, a bar for Husk to run, and then railing that is made from large smiles.

Again, just like Velvette, Vox has a huge ego, but I tend to think that the faith that Alastor would join and viewing when he didn't as a betrayal and declaration of war speaks to some alliance in the past.

I probably have EVEN MORE to say, but that's I can think of at the moment.

Thanks for reading my rambling. I look forward to any other ideas/thoughts/opinions/facts I missed/whatever from OP or anyone else.

Just any thoughts besides:

I am really curious how the V’s came to existence. Like, was it a duo and then a trio? Or did they meet at a gathering and just decided to team up?

I couldn’t find when Velvette died on the wiki, but Val died in the 1970s and Vox in the 1950s. Since Velvette is mostly involved with social media and phones, I would like to think that she died after Val. From that point of view, it would be most likely that Val and Vox first teamed up. (Maybe they fucked first, maybe the business was first, who knows)

Then, Vox asked Alastor (died in 1933) to join them, which wasn’t a completely strange choice, because the radio and tv are connected. But he said no. Then Velvette came to hell, and I would almost like to say that she introduced phones but I can’t know that for sure. But anyway, phones and tv’s are also similar, so Vox asked her to join.

And Velvette accepted because it was a helluva offer. That would also explain why Val en Velvette don’t seem to like each other that much.

[lwtkmm]

They loved you, didn't they ?

Part 4

Part 3

Note: guys I just realized that Raphael is a seraphim in the game but I wrote him as " Archangel Raphael" Since Raphael is actually a name of an Archangel. So let's just pretend that Raphael is an Archangel in this Au T~T.

Remember, you are loved, you are special, you are worth it, your presence matters and you are beautiful.

Tw: mentions of glass breaking and blood, neglecting, accusing, insulting, stirring up trauma, traumatic crying, hallucinating voices .

"Umi.. Ya coming to da Casino with the Great Mammon"

" Hey Umi-chan , let's watch Anime "

" Umi let's go the new Cat Cafe "

" Umi let's eat and cuddle "

" Umi~ "

"Umi "

"Umi "

That's how the things were going for the past few weeks. The brothers warmed up to Umi really fast considering the fact that they absolutely despised her when she first came. Lucifer was proud of his idea of making them hang out with her.

You were happy for her. Umi was finally letting the brothers hang out with her. But since then, Umi hung out with you less, the time you both spent together was almost Negligible. And it didn't seem like it was bothering her.

Even the brothers had started to hang out less often. But you shoved it aside, they probably wanted to make Umi feel better.

To make up for the lonely time you started to hang out with the purgatory guys. But there too , the topic of discussion was Umi, much to Luke's distress .

You were happy for Umi... Weren't you? Then why did it bother you when the brothers were hanging out with her or when Simeon and solomon were competing over who'll sit next to her in class Or when Diavolo was praising her. You felt happy for her, but at the start, now it just made you... Jealous.

You started avoiding Umi and whenever she came up to you to ask for something, you just replied bluntly.

Once you and Asmo were having your personal time when she barged into his room.

"ASMO LETS GO SHOP- oh mc.. "

You stared at her " Yeah me.. Now if you please, you're ruining our personal time "

" Darling~ that's rude " Asmo worried.

" Oh I'm sorry mc, I didn't mean to ruin your time, I just wanted to go shopping " She said with the most fake sad expression.

"I'll be leaving then... " She hurried out of the room.

Asmo was still in shock by your behavior but you didn't see anything wrong with it.

When you went downstairs for dinner that night, you could hear whispers and between those whispers you could hear your name. The dinner was eaten in silence. You shook your head down the whole time, you could feel all eyes on you.

***********

If that wasn't the worse.

You and Mammon had made plans to go for a movie, you were really excited since it had your favorite actor in it. You dressed up nice and went over to Mammon's Room.

You knocked.

No response.

You knocked again.

Still there was no response.

Suddenly, You heard a door open. It was Umi's room.

Mammon and Umi walked out of her room, both laughing.

" And then he hung me from the ceiling "

" You deserved it "

" Mammon! " You called.

" Oh mc .. "

" Come on let's go "

" Go where? "

" To the Movies, we had made a plan "

" Mc... I can't go with ya today, I promised Umi to take her to the new Ice cream shop "

" But you promised me too ! "

" mc ya can see the movie whenever ya want but the free ice cream offer won't be there everyday. The Great Mammon also needs to show Umi around. " He complained holding her hand tighter.

That felt that an spear piercing your heart. You looked at Mammon, angrily and then at Umi, your stare sending daggers at her away.

" What's up with ya Mc , yer overreacting . It's not a big deal "

You ran to your room and slammed the door close.

" It's okay Mammon, you should go with Mc" Umi faked.

" Leave Mc, she's just overreacting . Let's go Umi we're gon' be late"

You plopped onto your bed and screamed into your pillow. You couldn't help but feel jealous. At that moment, the terrifying voices that you often heard came back .

You could hear them say

' see he chose her not you'

' you're not worth it'

'He doesn't care about you'

' nobody does. Not even they did '

The mentioning of ' they ' made you stiff. You got a sudden feeling a dread. Why... Why was it reminding you of them? You held your head tightly to let go of the memories as you turned to face the wall, soft cries slipping out of your mouth.

*******

It had been weeks since the Mammon incident, you had gotten over it and you had become more blunt toward Umi, much to your disappointment. Even the brothers had started to notice your behavior change. But you were only trying to be a better friend to her, you were trying to change yourself , let go of thee jealousy that had taken birth.

It was a usual evening, everyone was home, surprisingly. You smiled to your DDD as you talked to Luke complaining about Raphael liking Solomon's cooking. You heard your door swoosh.

" How's my sweet Mc? " Umi said with the widest smile .

" Leave me alone Umi " You didn't wanted to see her at the moment. You didn't hate her though.

" Why Mc? I came to hangout with you! "

" Hmm? Hangout? After casting me aside for weeks, you wanna hangout? "

" Mc... I was only trying to bond with the brothers. I didn't mean to cast you aside. " Umi said with an hurtful expression.

" But you still did, so please leave. Anyways I was gonna ask Asmo on a date..... "

" You what? "

" Hmm? A date with Asmo "

Umi clenched her fists and spoke with a frightening dark expression,

" You still don't understand, do you Mc? " She grinned.

" What do you me-"

Before you could finish, Umi held the flower pot on your side table and banged it on her head. The pot broke into tiny pieces while ribbons of red, dark blood oozed from her head. Everything in the house silent.

" Umi! " You screamed , holding her while your hands got drenched in her blood.

The brothers barged in your room.

" Mc! What's the meaning of this?! " Lucifer groaned.

" I don't know luci-"

" Why did you do it?!" He said enraged.

" What? Lucifer I didn't do anything! "

" Stop lying Mc, who else would do it! I thought that my brothers were over thinking when they told me that your behavior towards Umi was turning rude , but turns out they were true. "

" Lucifer! What are you saying, I've always been nice to Umi-"

" Shut up! You have the nerve to argue, you pathetic human " Satan said in disgust.

You couldn't believe your ears. Here you were trying to change your feelings towards Umi to be a better friend and on the other hand the brothers blamed the whole thing so casually on you.

You looked at them. Mammon was in the demon form, anger dripping down his eyes, only to be held back by beel.

" Leave me beel! How dare this dumb trash human touch Umi. I knew ya were jealous of how much more perfect she was than you! I should have never left her alone with a monster like ya. Yer ugly ass would never be perfect like her . Let me go Beel, I'll teach this ugly whore a lesson! "

You felt like a million needles had been pierced in your heart. Mammon, the demon who was always on your side no matter , who was always there to comfort you, who swore to protect you and never hurt you, now wanted to rip your soul apart. Every word he said , dripped venom.

You looked around. Beel looked at you in disbelief, leviathan looked at you as if you were some trash with a 'ugh' expression. Belphie looked at you with a dark frown and said " It would had been better if we had left her dead that time "

It hurted. All of them words pierced your self love, self worth , self confidence. But nothing hurted more than the person you trusted the most hurling you away from Umi, only to hold her closely to his chest.

Your back banged against the corner of your side table and you coughed out some blood. You fell on your knees at met his eyes, full of pure hatred.

"Now I know why you were abused. "

One sentence and your mind was falling into a dark abyss. You were left speechless. Your lips only trembled but nothing could come out. You sat there in shock. Your mind running back to terrible memories.

The brothers cursed under their breath and left the room, locking the door from outside.

One by one, all the horrifying memories that you wanted to forget came back, the pain came back. The abuse, the mocking remarks, the mental pain, everything. You held your head tightly so as to forget them only to hear them terrifying voices again.

' I can't believe my child is this ugly '

' why can't you be like your sister '

' you're ugly, you're hopeless, you're worthless '

' why can't you just die '

' if I knew that my child you be like you , I would have aborted you '

' you should have died instead of your brother '

They whispered every single remark you had ever heard, that had destroyed your self esteem.

On top of that , you could hear your cries for help as a striking hit was brought upon your tender skin by your own family.

The voices mocked you and you screamed while scratching your head. You screamed until your throat hurted, hot streams of tears, tears of pain and embarrassment , tears of trauma fell down your cheeks.

That night , you sobbed yourself to sleep.

On the other side , a certain someone looked up at the moon and let a few tears fall down. He was so powerful, yet so powerless.

Part 5

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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[tutantmeenageneetleteetle]

Hello I am a simp and currently sick so I decided for my first post I would write a few headcanons about how the TMNT 2012 boys would react to the reader being sick!

Leo

Mom mode activated

"Are you sure you're okay?"

He'd just look at you with a mix of worry and sympathy

He used to get sick a lot as a kid and still gets sick the most out of his brothers so he knows how you feel

Will ask Mikey to make soup for you because let's be honest he couldn't cook even if his life depended on it

Makes sure to tell Mikey that the food has to have lots of vegetables because they are healthy for you

Does help cut the vegetables for the soup while you sit at the dinnertable

Will constantly ask if you need anything

Like seriously every 5 minutes

After you ate the soup, he'd offer to play board games

Even though you were sick you still won, but you're pretty sure he was also going easy on you

Mostly in the beginning of the game though, but he soon realised that you were actually really good at this game

After getting tired of winning you two decided to head to Leo's room, to which he offered to carry you

"Leo I'm sick, not dying"

He'd tell you about Japanese folklore or reads to you from the book he's currently reading

He'd stay with you until he hears your breaths get slower and knows you're asleep

Will leave a note for you to wake up to the next day

Raph

Would probably make a sarcastic comment when he first sees you

"Dang, what truck were you hit by?"

Upon saying you could still beat him in a fight, he'd chuckle

"Alright, alright, ofcourse you would"

Would get you anything, literally anything, you'd ask for

And probably more then you asked for, just to be sure

Secretly has no idea how to take care of a sick person

He'd offer to watch TV or a movie with you, and you can pick what to watch

Except Mama Mia, you've already forced him to watch it once, he's not sitting through that again

Would tell his brothers to go somewhere else as he didn't want them to overwhelm you or anything

Looks over to you everytime you move or cough to make sure you're doing okay

If you caught him doing so, he'd deny it though

He'd make sure you're all taken care off and make sure to put his phone on before leaving you in his room to sleep, so that if you needed anything you could call him

Would probably awkwardly rub your shoulder or hug you before saying goodbye

Donnie

He'd look up everything there is about remedies, how to unclog a stuffed nose, how to get better as soon as possible, etc.

Also he would 100% tell you all of them, even the ones that are absolutely crazy

"Omg Donnie I'm not rubbing this on my forehead... Yes, I know it helps with a stuffed nose!

Would listen to you complain about how sh*tty you feel for as long as you need

Donnie would invent something for you to make you happy, like a little robot that dances for you, or he'd program a website for you to keep you entertained

He'd make a little space in his lab for you out of a beanbag, blankets and pillows so he doesn't have to leave you while making the thing for you

Would probably try to explain the science behind it, while you nod and pretend you head works properly

Will put on your favorite music softly in the background

After some time you fell asleep

Donnie will most likely accidentally wake you because he dropped a tool and awkwardly apologise

Mikey

Would beg Splinter to skip training to take care of you

Even if Splinter said no, he'd sneak out of training anyway

He would definitely make soup for you, or any other food you're craving

If you feel too nauseous to eat, he would be kind of worried about you

"What do you mean, you don't want anything to eat?!"

Even if you do eat he'll probably be a little worried

He'd (somewhat) clean his room so you can sit in his room comfortably

He would try to entertain you to the best of his abilities

Probably talks too loud and gives you a headache, but you still appreciate him keeping you company

Will lend you his stuffed animals because he swears they have magical abilities because they always make him feel better

Watches YouTube or vines with you

Will definitely hug the sickness out of you until you drift of into sleep

Hope everyone out there is feeling better then me, stay healthy everyone :)