#so l writes them down and buys them both when h isn’t shopping with him

[track-five]

harry and louis definitely exchange the most disgustingly expensive christmas gifts, but they also definitely put cute things in each other’s stockings. they always find the most thoughtful little gifts, as if they need any more proof of how well they know each other.

like yes, they can buy art or cars or whatever they want, but what about the sweet, domestic gifts? you just know h gets l the cutest, most festive fuzzy socks to help keep him warm. he knows the winter cold makes louis shiver even when he’s indoors, and as much as harry doesn’t mind when louis shoves icy feet under his thigh to warm them, he knows they’ll have to stand up eventually. and l gives h a new whisk to replace the one that was slightly warped after years of use, something h mentioned in passing while cooking dinner that louis immediately wrote in his phone because even though his memory is shit, he wanted to remember.

and maybe those little gifts are the best part of christmas morning

[mizunetzu]

omg i’m so excited i like,, spam read all of your writing and now i can request,,, anyway, could i request maybe something similar to your Tanaka x femboy reader, but with Oikawa? like he mistakes him for a girl and maybe flirts with the reader a little bit and the reader i just like ,,”you do,, you do realize i am a man correct” and hijinks ensue?? sorry if this is too vague i suck at describing things. lotsa love your writing is literally my favorite 💕

Omg wait Oikawa??? And femboy reader??? Hijinks???? Take me now—

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Oikawa x reader - Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways

⚠️warnings - reader is mistaken and referred to unintentionally as a girl. I assure you, this is a male reader. Femboy reader, if that triggers you.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Oikawa couldn’t help but stare as a...rather cute girl stepped into the gym.

“Oi! Shittykawa! Focus!” Iwaizumi was about to hurl a volleyball at Oikawa’s head when he caught sight of where he was staring. He looked from the newcomer, back to Oikawa’s eyes tracing their form up and down.

“Iwa-chan...” Oikawa held his breath as he pointed subtly. “Who is that?”

Iwaizumi looked over back to the intruder. Sure enough, some girl with (h/c) styled hair stood at the foot of the door awkwardly. They weren’t sporting the school uniform, instead wearing a skirt with a cafe apron tied around their waist. Oikawa recognized the cute logo on the somewhat dirty apron as the coffee shop he’d visit on days he wasn’t particularly busy.

All in all, this stranger was incredibly attractive.

Eventually, coach Irihata emerged from the storage closet, and motioned the stranger over. The stranger perked up, pulled out a slightly-wrinkled paper from their back, and timpered off into the office.

Oikawa sighed dreamily. “Iwa-chan...is this what I think it is? Are we fiiiiiinally getting a cute girl manager to manage our team?!”

He draped himself over Iwaizumi’s shoulders. “Aaaaah~! I’m so happy~! And it’s such a cutie too!”

“Get off me, dumbass. You have like...millions of girls throwing their panties at you, literally all that look like her. And you go for the one who decides to join our club?”

Oikawa huffed. “What’s so wrong about that! She’s cute! And she looked so shy standing there...aaaah, I’m swooning just thinking about wrapping her up in my arms-!”

“I’m saying,” Iwaizumi bonked Oikawa on the head. “If you manage to get with her, then break her heart, or at the very least make her uncomfortable, she’ll have to see your annoying face all day at practice, and then she won’t wanna be manager anymore! Because she has to see you!”

Iwaizumi pinched at Oikawa’s scalp. “I want a cute girl manager and to have them actually stay! And who knows? We get brownie points if it’s not another one of your fangirls trying to get in your pants by joining the club!”

“Ow! Mean Iwa-chan, bad!”

“I’m not a damn Pokémon-!” Iwaizumi was about to kick Oikawa in the back, before letting himself simmer down and take a deep breath. He lowered his legs, and turned towards the office door. “...I’m gonna go look at that girl’s application and see what class she’s in. Maybe we can, I dunno, make her a welcome basket of fruit or some corny shit like that.”

“Let me come with you-!”

“No! You’ll just scare her away, and you have cleaning duty! All you need to do is take down the net, and I’ll meet you outside when I’m done. If you be good, I’ll tell you her name.”

Oikawa thought about it for a second.

“Deal.”

He disappeared to take down the net from the poles. Iwaizumi sighed, and walked towards the door. They were the only two left in the gym, as they were in charge of cleanup for the day, so no one else but him should be in the office. Well, minus the new girl and coach Irihata.

Iwaizumi slid open the door. “Yo.” He greeted. He looked around the room, only finding coach Irihata.

“...Didn’t someone come in here with you with an application form?”

Coach Irihata chuckled. “Oh, yeah,”

“He just wanted to drop in his member application before his part-time job made him go back to work.”

Iwaizumi froze.

“...he...?”

“Yeah, he wanted to join the club as a (Position name). He’s not confident about his jumping or spiking abilities, but he claims to be really dang good at digging and receives.”

The two looked at eachother in silence. Wasn’t she-well, he—wearing a skirt? Now that he thought about it, everything about him looked like...well...a him, minus the skirt. Iwaizumi dashed to the table and picked up the application resting there peacefully.

‘(L/n) (Y/n) - 2nd year, class 4’

‘Position - (Position name)’

Iwaizumi scanned the page. He wanted to doubt this was the ‘cute manager’ they laid their eyes on, but they even had a school photo clipped onto the corner of the paper. Sure enough, that was him. His eyes eventually landed on something printed on the middle of the page.

‘Gender - male’

That proved it. The ‘cute girl manager’ Oikawa was just fawning over turned out to be a guy. And their future teammate, no less. Iwaizumi wanted to laugh in Oikawa’s face.

“Is there something wrong, Iwaizumi-kun?”

“Pfft-no! N-no, sirrrrr....” Iwaizumi set the paper down and walked out the the room, doing his best to keep in his snickers.

Oikawa jogged up to him excitedly once he stepped out of the gym. “So? Did ya find out her name? Her class? Is she our manager?”

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, before letting his mouth clamp shut.

“Nah, coach said I couldn’t see it.”

He watched as Oikawa deflated, trudging his way over to the club room to change and go home. Iwaizumi did his best not to bust out laughing on the spot.

This should be fun.

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“Iwa-chan!”

“No, you stalker.”

“But Iwa-chaaaaaan!” Oikawa whined. “Why not?! Practice ended early, and we could use some coffee! Come buy coffee with me!”

“You just wanna use me as an excuse to see that bo-that girl who came into our club yesterday, idiot! That’s stalking! You’re acting like your little fangirls!”

Oikawa pouted, and Iwaizumi prayed he didn’t catch him on his little slip-up. He turned around, walking off out of school gates. Oikawa dejectedly trailed behind him.

“I’m going home. Don’t bother me if it’s about that manager again—“

Just then, a text tone pinged from Iwaizumi’s pocket. He stopped mid-sentence, fishing out his phone and opening his messaging app.

‘Mom - no ones going to be home because we have to go out real quick. The house is locked, and you left your spare keys with me again. Go out and have fun with Tooru-kun before I come back!’

Iwaizumi deadpanned. Oikawa had his chin resting on his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin Iwaizumi didn’t even have to look at to know was there.

“Yeah, Iwa-chan. Listen to Mrs. Aina and hang out with Tooru-kun for a bit. We can go to the cafe and hang out like your she said, Iwa-chan~”

Iwaizumi pushed past Oikawa bitterly. “Don’t... fuckin’... call my mom by her name... dumbass... stalker... Shittykawa...” he grumbled as he trudged his way in the direction to the cafe. Oikawa let out a small “Yay~!”

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Hiding behind the big, laminated menus the cafe provided, Oikawa kept glancing over to the cashier-area to try and find (Y/n). Iwaizumi deadpanned, sitting back in his chair nonchalantly.

“You’re acting stupid.”

“I’m being sneaky.”

“You look more suspicious than if you were to act like yourself.”

“As if you would know!” Oikawa whisper-yelled to Iwaizumi, momentarily letting his menu fall flat. “I’m trying not to get caught, unlike one of us-!”

“Hello?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi froze. Oikawa rigidly turned to the voice, while Iwaizumi almost fell back in his seat.

There stood the boy—well, the ‘girl’, in his work apron, this time, up close. Oikawa could see the detail in his eyes, the way a few of his hairs fell onto his face and stuck because of the small layer of sweat on his forehead, even taking in the small kitty hair clip resting in his hair.

“Hu...huaai...” Oikawa breathed out. Iwaizumi bit his lip. If he started laughing now, Oikawa would tell his mom he was bullying him again.

“Hello! I was wondering if I could get you two anything to drink! No worries if you aren’t ready to order yet.”

His voice had a soft tamber to it, a warm, welcoming aura that fit the vibe of the cafe perfectly. Iwaizumi could see how Oikawa, and probably other people, could mistake him for a girl. Especially with the way he dressed and carried himself as evident to yesterday’s practice.

Iwaizumi tilted the menu infront of him up a bit. “I’ll get a small black coffee. Whabout you, Oikawa?”

When he got no response, other than the hum of acknowledgment from (Y/n), Iwaizumi looked up. Oikawa was staring dumbly at (Y/n) again, and seconds later (Y/n) was caught under his gaze. He stared back awkwardly, waiting for Oikawa to say something or at least order something, until he suddenly jolted up in pain.

Iwaizumi dug his heel deeper into Oikawa’s foot. “Say something, dumbass! Stop staring!” He hissed, covering his mouth from (Y/n) in petty attempts to mask their conversation.

“Ow! Ow! I’ll get a peppermint tea please-! Stop it!”

(Y/n) scribbled down Oikawa’s order, smiling patiently as he did. Iwaizumi removed his foot. There was a beat of silence, until Oikawa smoothly rested his chin on his hand.

“Soooo, (L/n) (Y/n)-chan, is it?” Oikawa said, as he peered at (Y/n’s) name tag. “Pretty masculine name for a cute girl like you~”

Iwaizumi choked on his spit. (Y/n) tilted his head to the side, looking up from his notepad to peer back at Oikawa.

“What...did you say?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I think (Y/n) is a cute name~”

Iwaizumi didn’t know if he wanted to die from laughter or embarrassment. He was going to pop a vein trying to keep in his cackles.

“Ah. It’s the clothes, isn’t it?” (Y/n) mused. He took a step back, looking at his rather-feminine clothing choices for the day. “I understand why. I get that a lot.”

“...What does your clothes have to do with your name?” It was Oikawa’s turn to sound confused. Iwaizumi let out a few haggard, stifled snickers at his dense expression. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“You...” He pointed at himself with his pen. “You do realize I’m a man, correct?”

Oikawa choked. His eyes widened as his smile cracked a bit. Iwaizumi had to hide his face in his jacket to prevent himself from bursting out into hackles. Oikawa gave a nervous smile.

“Aha...haha...funny joke..”

“I’m not joking, though...” (Y/n) smirked. He wouldn’t deny that seeing the faces of people flirting with him after he told them he had a dick was a guilty pleasure. “Want proof?”

(Y/n) grasped Oikawa’s wrist, tugging it forcefully, and moving his apron to the side. He brought it down closer to his groin until Oikawa sputtered and flailed on the table.

“No! I-I believe you! I-I can see it from here—I don’t need to touch it-!” Oikawa shrieked. Iwaizumi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard, already given up on keeping it in. He snorted loudly, choked on that snort, and erupted into a series of cough-laughs.

By the time Iwaizumi’s laugh turned into the kind where no noise came out-but it hurt in your stomach anyways—Oikawa was laying his head on the table, embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled along.

“You knew, Iwa-chan! You knew!” Oikawa hissed, holding his poor, abused hand. “You set me up for failure!”

“You did that to yourself.” Iwaizumi said between breaths. “He’s actually gonna start attending practice as a (position name) starting next week. We don’t have a manager after all.”

“And you got my hopes up for what?!” Oikawa cried out, making Iwaizumi snort again. (Y/n) raised his eyebrows.

“Manager?”

“Oikawa thought that when you came to drop your registration form in yesterday, that you were signing up to be a manager since he thought you were a girl. I saw your form though, so I knew but this guy here didn’t.”

Iwaizumi nudged at Oikawa, who was hiding his face in his hands. “You better be nice to him, though. He’s your new captain starting next week.”

“Ah! How fun! Having my new playboy captain flirt with me before I even join the club. ” (Y/n) mumbled, as he scribbled down something else in his notepad. Iwaizumi heckled when Oikawa whined with his head down.

He didn’t raise his head back up until a slip of paper was placed gently on top of his head. He heard a “I’ll go get your drink ready.” From (Y/n), before he looked up and noticed he was gone. He caught the slip of paper falling off his head as he sat up.

“What’s that?” Iwaizumi said lazily. Oikawa was staring giddily at the paper. He turned the paper around smugly, holding it up for Iwaizumi to read.

‘Call me. If you’re feeling fruity, that is. (xxx)-xxx-xxxx. -‘(Y/n)-chan’’

Iwaizumi stared at the neat handwriting, then back at Oikawa’s smug face.

“...Were you not just listening? He just tried to make you touch his dick? He’s a dude?”

“Eh. Cute girl, cute boy, he’s still cute~” Oikawa dreamily sighed as he watched (Y/n) make his tea behind the counter. “I’d still hit it till he breaks~”

“Pervert.”

“Says you.”

Oikawa earned a sharp thunk to the head.

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[fandom-puff]

if you write for him and are taking requests- cedric diggory fluff alphabet? hope your doing well

Hi anon! Thanks for requesting this 💕💕

Cedric Diggory Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Literally anything and everything. You could tumble downstairs in a massive hoodie, bed head, having a bit of a breakout and he’d just... ‘well hello there’

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Some day... he wants to do all sorts with you first, though

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Spontaneous. Picnics on the quidditch field, movie nights, little cafes and restaurants you’ve never even heard of. One time you walked into the living room to find him half way through building a fort

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Star

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

When you argued with Snape in potions. He came over, criticising your method and you just looked up at him. “Just because I’m not doing it your way, doesn’t mean I’m doing it wrong,” you had said. “Besides, THIS way is much more efficient than what’s on the board as it cuts down the brewing time by-”

“Detention, Miss YLN,”

“But she’s made a potion easier to make!”

“You can join her scrubbing out cauldrons for the next two weeks, then, Diggory,”

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Incredibly. Forehead kisses, behind hugs, nose boops... all the affection, gentleness to the max!!

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He loves just intertwining you’re fingers as you walk. If it’s a cold hogsmeade weekend, he’ll lend you his gloves or put your joined hands in his pocket

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He just KNEW you were special. He just couldn’t stop looking at you whenever you spoke in class

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not really? When people flirt with you, you just ignore them and kiss cedric’s cheek gently. To be honest, you’re so often side-by-side that people coming onto you isn’t as much of an issue

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

He initiated the first kiss. You were both studying in the library, and you were getting very passionate about the topic you were discussing. He leaned in mid-ramble and is very glad when you kiss back.

“That’s the only acceptable way to say ‘shut up YN’ from now on”

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Him- and you totally get all flustered when he does

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When you first started dating, he remembers you coming up to his dorm in a hoodie that he thought he’d lost. He gladly let you into his bed, snuggling close

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He spoils you with time, if that makes sense. Of course, he’ll get you little gifts and such, but more often that not, he’ll grab your hand and say ‘c’mon’ and take you to a gorgeous clearing that he found at the edge of a little lake, almost like a grotto

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Yellow. On one of his quidditch matches, you wore his yellow jersey as you cheered for him, and when he caught the snitch, he spun you round as he kissed you

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Love, darling, mischief, poppet, babe

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He loves going to muggle charity shops with you, often finding old books, ornaments, videos... his favourite purchase is a little wireless from the 60s

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy day=movie day with you 💕💕

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He flies. He likes to zoom above his problems, zipping about as he forgets about them

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

You have very deep conversations in the middle of the night when the lights are off, about the universe... he sometimes gets you to explain muggle science concepts like the Big Bang theory, evolution... he just finds it all so fascinating

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

A nice hot bath, with plenty of bubbles and oils, maybe a few candles... maybe you join him 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He is, of course, very good at quidditch, and loves when you watch him play or train, always showing off a little more for you

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes one Christmas at his parent’s house (bc CERTAIN events of goblet of fire DIDNT happen fight me). His dad is absolutely over the moon when you say yes

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Mrs Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel. I just get strong Cedric vibes from it

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

It’s not immediately on his mind- he just loved having adventures with you and living your life, experiencing the world...

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I really see Cedric playing with a golden retriever??? 🥺🥺🥺 idk, they’re both loyal and idk I just... men playing with doggos makes my heart go 💞💞💞

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[firemblem-fics]

SFW alphabet. | felix

-> Pairing: Felix x GN!Reader

-> Warnings: None

-> Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

-> A/N: i felt bad for spamming y’all with all kinds of asks and apparently drama or whatever the hell happened earlier so i decided to try my hand at the sfw alphabet, for felix since y’all go batshit feral for him. if all goes well, i may open up requests for them for my 1.2k special. but i def wouldn’t do the entire alfabit for one character this took me so long. also i’m at 1145 tho y’all so don’t request anything please-

warning, long post.

A -> Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they give affection?)

felix really isn’t that affectionate, even after being in a relationship for a long time. he prefers to show his love through acts of service like me but the occasional hug and kiss is never unwanted

if felix does give affection, it’s small and subtle. holding your pinky as you walk through the monastery halls, resting his hand on your thigh underneath the dining table, those kinds of things. even if you’re cuddling at night, it’s the small circles he rubs into your back and the gentle kisses he peppers on your forehead.

B -> Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

you would 100% be the person to start it. felix would quite literally never do it. he wasn’t even sure that what he was feeling was romantic until you confessed to him and his heart leaped ten feet in the air

it starts slowly- you’re felix’s first relationship. he’s afraid to mess things up, so he’s going to test the waters and move at a pace that both you and he are comfortable with

C -> Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

like the affection hc, felix isn’t a big cuddler. it’s rare for him to initiate, and he only will after a long day. at night, while he’s asleep, he may unconsciously wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer, but often times cuddling just involves an arm around you as the two of you sit in the knights hall

D -> Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?)

felix never really considered his future before he met you. he wants to settle down with you, trust me, but it’s not really the biggest thing on his mind at the moment. after the war and after the dust has settled and life is back in order, he’ll consider it

felix does his fair share of housework. he believes that in relationships, you do equal amounts and he will always do his part. even if it takes him a while to learn how to cook

E -> Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

unfortunately, felix would be extremely cold to you. chances are, he broke things off because he feels like he’s a danger to you or is afraid of not being able to protect you, so he breaks things off to avoid getting attached

he won’t look at you at all afterwards. he won’t talk to you, be in the same room as you, or anything. he’s all nonchalant on the outside, but is definitely hurting as much as you are on the inside

F -> Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Would they get married?)

you actually asked him this

felix is good with staying committed to you. he’s very very good at it. he only has eyes for you and it’s easy to keep trust in him because you’re honestly really surprised he agreed to even be in a relationship in the first place. not that you’re complaining ofc

marriage is a yes. he’s going to propose to you, but not now or in the near future. there’s a war to win

G -> Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

felix is afraid of hurting you. physically and emotionally. he knows that he gets angry often and it’s one of his biggest goals to never snap at you the way he does others. it’s hard to do- containing his snarky comments- but he’ll work on it for you

H -> Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

his hugs are pure safety. every embrace is a silent promise that felix will always be there to protect you. the hugs strong and solid and so full of love, especially when he squeezes you a little tighter before having to let go. even he enjoys them because he gets to have you close

because he doesn’t show affection often, felix’s hugs are extra special. they happen whenever you’re reunited after a fight, or if either of you have an injury and give the other a scare. they’re a reassurance to him that you’re still there, alive and loving him

I -> I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

just like the confession, you’ve gotta say it first. felix will internally panic about messing it up or saying it at the wrong time or you not reciprocating, so he won’t say it first.

felix isn’t one for words of affirmation or affection. he’s not going to say it unless it’s in the heat of the moment

J -> Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

felix doesn’t get jealous easily. except around dimitri, but that’s another story. he trusts you to stay loyal and everyone knows that your his anyways, so he doesn’t worry. if they try anything, he’ll kill them

often, it’s just throwing insults at dimitri. he just doesn’t think that a Boar should be talking to such a perfect being such as you, but also because he’s quite aware of dimitri’s attractiveness and sometimes feels a little intimidated in the looks department. but he’ll never tell you that.

K -> Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

passionate. loving. full of emotion. every time felix kisses you, there’s just this flowing warmth in your chest and you can never stop the grin from etching itself on your face. felix isn’t as stingy with kisses as he is hugs and such, giving small pecks to you as greetings and goodbyes, or just little rewards throughout the day for a good day training or something

felix likes to kiss you on your forehead. he does it every time he’s got you wrapped up in an embrace, as if placing a little promise on your head that he will always love you.

he’s a traditional man, though. he wants to be kissed on the lips. he’ll never ever ever get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, sending sparks through his body every time.

L -> Little Ones (How are they around children?)

felix is so incredibly awkward. children love him to death, often flocking around him to hear tales of fights or just to watch him train, their little mouths slackjawed in awe as they aspired to be like him when they grew up

he never knows what to do when one clings themselves to his leg in a hello hug. the angel on his shoulder says to allow it, but the devil on the other side says to punt the kid across the courtyard. luckily he’s got enough self control to not.

M -> Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

felix is an early bird, much to your dismay. he wakes up at the crack of dawn to train before breakfast, but he always gives you a kiss goodbye and makes sure that you’re comfy and happy before leaving

on the mornings that you convince him to stay in for a while, which is rare, he doesn’t fall back asleep. instead, he just watches you as you doze off again, holding you close to him. he’s much softer when you’re not awake enough to tease him

N -> Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

felix lays on his back and you curl into his side, laying your head against his bare chest. silently, you trace your fingers against the scars on his torso and he writes sweet nothings on the skin of your arm, lulling you into a blissful sleep.

O -> Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

felix would never fully open himself up really. it’s just you being able to remember things that he did tell you and piecing them together. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you enough to tell you, it’s just that he’s not one to talk about things. you respect that, of course.

P -> Patience (How easily angered are they?)

as we all know, felix is quick to anger. he still is with others, but he’s really working on it when it comes to you. sometimes, he just gets worried about your well-being and his anxiety shows itself through anger, so small arguments often happen when you’re reckless or not taking care of yourself

he’s trying super hard to work on his communication skills so that he never upsets you with his outbursts again. he has his slip ups, but now that he’s able to verbally apologize, things get solved quicker.

Q -> Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

felix remembers everything, even if he doesn’t show it. he may seem extremely uninterested in the necklace you pointed out at the market after you dragged him shopping, but he’s making a mental note to come back later that day and buy it for you

R -> Remember (What’s their favorite moment in your relationship?)

felix’s favorite moment was when you first met his father. as rude as he is to his dad, he genuinely cares about him and his opinions. his father absolutely adored you and immediately told felix that you were the one. he agreed.

S -> Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

it’s felix. hes protective. there’s a line to be crossed between protective and possessive and he just barely tip toes that line. he’d destroy anyone who bothered you if you asked

on the other hand, felix doesn’t like to actually be protected. it makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so he’d prefer it if you weren’t too overbearing with it. he does think it’s hot if you get protective over him when it comes to some girl flirting with him though

T -> Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

it depends on what your preferences are. if you’re okay with laid back dates and casual things, then he would be too. if you liked more grandeur, he’d try his hardest to make it perfect. goddess forbid anyone see him doing it, though

U -> Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

closing himself off. felix isn’t used to being vulnerable or open with people. hes been through copious amounts of trauma that he can’t just get over in a day, so there are still bad days where he’s not going to want to talk about his feelings or talk to anyone at all. it’s best to just let him train that day and bring him his meals. he’ll eat them, and will be super grateful that you’re still there for him, even if it’s just for a second to bring food.

V -> Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

felix does not care about this at all. he’s usually an advocate of the “fuck what other people think” mentality, even if he’s not too good at following it himself, and that’s going to carry into your relationship. he loves you for yourself, no matter what

W -> Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

felix would tell himself that he’d be fine with or without an s/o, but he does feel a little empty when you’re not around. the days that you two may have to spend apart due to busy schedules mean that those nights are a little more tender than usual

X -> Xtra (A random headcanon of them.)

felix’s ideal date isn’t training, like people say it would be. yeah, it’s nice to train with you, but if you don’t want that to be a date then it won’t be. he’d much rather just a chill day where the two of you are curled up on a couch or in the bed, talking and eating snacks or reading in silence

Y -> Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, in general or with a partner?)

felix wouldn’t like someone who’s nosy or pushy. he’s got a lot of boundaries and it’s a big deal to him when they’re crossed. he wants to be able to talk and be comfortable on his own time, not someone else’s. please be patient with him.

Z -> Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

felix is a kicker. you don’t know if it’s just his insanely acute battle instincts trying to get someone out of his bed or what, but you once woke up with a huge bruise on your calf from his heel. you didn’t tell him that he kicked you, though, because then he’d feel bad

this doesn’t really change at first, but the longer the two of you sleep together the less severe the kicks become. other than the occasional horse kick that nearly knocks you off the bed.

[pvrpleblccd]

Sweet Pea.

pairing : r.suna x f.reader

tw: mentions of death, angst, signs of depression, unresolved grief

a/n : unedited, i’m sorry for mistakes/typos

The sun was shining through the curtains of the dark and cold room. A figure laid there, waiting. It was like he was waiting for his end or the end of the world. He looked at his boring ceiling and thought of stuff, a lot of stuff. Philosophical questions, mathematical questions, random questions, there was all kind of questions going through his head, but there is one that struck him the most; Where did it go wrong?

The male took all of his energy to get up from his bed, all of his limb felt like they weighted a ton. It felt so difficult to just get up from his bed. Looking up to his door, his eyes widened, the love of his life was there standing. The warmest and most beautiful smile he has seen on her face. Quickly he went to hug her and she hugged back tightly.

“You sleepyhead! It’s almost 3 in the afternoon! What are you still doing in bed?” Suna hugged his lover tighter, he took in her smell that he missed so much and hid his face in the crook of her neck, smiling. Strawberry, he remembers, that was the smell of the shampoo she would always use.

“Baby... Please let’s stay like this for a moment...” He said in a heavenly voice.

“No, no, no, you have to go eat something, Rin! You haven’t eaten for the past few days. And don’t you dare try to lie, the fridge is empty.” The girl said, while patting the head of the male and sighing softly.

The both of them stayed at the same position they were currently in and the young girl started to hum a song, Rintarou’s favourite song. The male had tears in his vision, but he didn’t care. Once the girl was done humming the song, she let go of the male and he did the same. She looked at her man and scrunched her nose ad handing him a small granola bar.

“Here, at least eat this, also... Baby, go take a shower, you stinky. We’re going to the grocery and buy you food.” The girl said heading to the living room.

Suna took the granola bar, eating it while quickly making his way to the bathroom and took his first shower in days. He sighed in delight, warm water making conatct on his cold skin felt good, really good. Once he was done he came out and went to his room, picking a normal outfit, black shirt with black sweatpants and a pair of white socks. He dried his hair the towel and went to the living room, seeing his love on the couch.

“Baby, you’re hair isn’t dry yet... Come here and bring the hairbrush too.”

He did what she told him to do. He sat on the ground and felt the girl’s small hands going through his hair, brushing and drying them. Rintarou’s eyes closed, enjoy this moment with the girl. Once she was done, she put the towel and hairbrush to her side and Suna put his head back admiring the girl’s features and her beauty.

“Y/n... You’re so beautiful..” He said almost tearing up.

The girl so-called y/n pinched Suna’s cheeks and got up, heading to the front door. Suna followed behind her, grabbing his wallet and keys while putting his shoes on. Closing his apartment door, they both started walking to the grocery store. Once in the grocery store, the girl went in other sections wanting to go grab something.

“Rintarou? Suna, is that you?” A voice called out for Suna, making his head whip towards the voice.

There stood his best friend, Miya Atsumu. The blonde froze on place, seeing his best friends for the first time in months. He dropped his grocery basket and ran to Suna, giving him the biggest hug. Suna was taken aback, but still returned the hug, letting out a chuckle.

“Dude.. We all missed you.. How have you been?! Are you doing okay?!” Atsumu grabbed Suna’s shoulder and looked at him, especially his arms and eyes, making sure he didn’t do anything stupid. Seeing there was nothing on his arms, Atsumu let out a big sigh of relief. When Suna didn’t show up for months in school, anxiety was chewing him up.

“I’m fine.. How are the guys? The volleyball club?” Suna said putting the pastas in his basket.

Him and the blonde Miya talked for about 10 minutes until y/n showed up at the end of the aisle holding a bunch of stuff. This caught Suna’s attention and he bid his goodbye to his best friend.

“Ah.. Sorry Atsumu, y/n needs help. I’ll see you around, okay?” He said waving at Atsumu.

The blonde stood there, confusion plastered on his face, looking at Suna’s form disappear in another aisle. He realized and his heart broke again, he took his basket and wiped away his tears.

Suna and y/n came back from the grocery store and it was around 5 in the evening. Once the grocery was dispatched, y/n asked Rin to go to the flower shop before it closed and he accepted. On their way to the flower shop, Suna looked at his lover and smiled.

“What kind of flower do you want?” He asked, putting his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

“Sweet pea! Oh I’ll wait outside, I have planned my next destination!” Y/n said while smiling and having Suna nodding his head.

When Suna entered the flower shop, he made eye contact with a young girl, who looked way too familiar, but he just gave her a small smile. He made his way to the counter and the little girl wiped her tears away.

“H-Hello..! Welcome to l/n flowers..! How may I h..help you..?” The little girl was trying her best not to burst out in tears as she waited for the man’s response.

“Ah yes.. I’d like a sweet pea flowers please.” Suna said taking out his wallet.

The little girl’s eyes widened and turned around, taking out many swet pea flowers and let her tears out. She took out a small paper, writing what they meant and put the paper inside. She put the blossoms on the counter and bent down to ‘pick up’ some leaves. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

“The f..flowers on the h..house..! Have a nice evening..!” She said and ran in the back of the store.

Suna stood there holding a 20$ bill, seeing the little girl ran away made him somehow sad, spotting a napkin and pen he wrote something on it and put the bill in the napkin. Taking the flowers he exited the shop, y/n looked at the store one last time before smiling. The little girl came out and saw the napkin on the counter. She saw the bill, but what was written made her cry even more.

‘I noticed you were sad, but I hope you are okay. :)’

Y/n led the way and guided Suna, who had his eyes closed during their small journey. After several minutes, y/n told Suna to stop and to put the flowers on the ground. She hugged Suna from behind and let out a small sigh. She made her way in front of Suna and kissed him on the lips. The boy immediately kissed back, when y/n pulled away, she smiled.

“Rintarou.. My love.. I will love you forever.”

“I will love you forever too baby.” He said with a smile on his face. Though I didn’t heard anything from the female, he opened his eyes and regretted on doing so.

His eyes met a tomb. The picture on the tomb made him realized everything.

‘Y/n L/n, a beloved student, daughter and lover. She will be remembered.’

He noticed a small card in the flowers, reading it made his knees weak. He fell on the ground, crying out while clutching on his hearts he hadn’t notice that has been hurting all this time.

« Sweet Pea Flowers / Suitopi means Goodbye. »

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//general dating headcannons//

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Akaashi Keiji

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2K (~630 a piece)

Notes: kdhfesdkfje catch me getting carried away on Kuroo’s ope 0-0

Bokuto Koutarou

My literal husband ;-;

He’s such a sweet boyf oml hi yes, where do I order one?

Bokuto 100% dates to marry.  He’s not here for flings or anything like that, so your relationship will turn serious pretty fast.

Bo is a simp and no one can tell me otherwise, so when it comes to PDA? Oh, he’s C L I N G Y

He always wants to hold your hand or sometimes he’ll walk behind you and cling to your waist.  It’s definitely super hard for both of you to walk, but it’s adorable and makes him happy, so you’re not really going to complain.

If you hug onto his arm? He’s going to melt, especially if you trail your fingers up and down his bicep

It’s the same when the two of you are in private.  He likes to have contact with you whenever possible.  He’ll lay your head in his lap if you’re both laying on the couch or he’ll sit you in his lap and place little kisses at the base of your neck, right above the collar of your shirt.

His clothes are your clothes.  At this point, you wear his training jacket more than he does.  Sweatshirts? Flannels? Shorts?  That’s shared territory right there.

And my G O D does he love it.  He already has to buy bigger clothes because he’s got those wide shoulders, so his clothes tend to either fit you perfectly or completely swallow you, there is no in between.

If you’re thicc too? He has 100% stolen your leggings, just to see the appeal of them.  Please hide them, because oH he understands now.

He gets jealous jealous.  As in, he will place himself between you and the guy trying to talk to you and he’ll act all big and tough.  But the minute the other dude backs off?  Baby boy is back, wanting hugs.  He’ll kiss you all over your face and be really pouty, asking if you’re okay and telling you that he loves you ;-;

Bokuto hoots bye i don’t make the rules. Okay yeah i kinda do, but still.

It’s not like HOOOOOT, but like a really soft h o o and he probably kinda wiggles in his spot, real happy

Bo has N O control over how he sleeps.  He’ll always start out really normal, like you’ll be tucked into his side or something, but by the time you guys wake up? S T A R F I S H he is on his face, limbs covering the whole bed, just snoring away

When he’s away for games, he’s always on the phone with you.  Like, the guys will try to hang out or something and he’ll definitely go off to his room with a “Oh, I want to call Y/N before she goes to bed, but I’ll come by later!” 

And then he just doesn’t because he’s the one who fell asleep, not you.

Compliments the shit out of you.  You’re his hype man and he is yours.  He’s constantly telling you that you look beautiful or if you send him a selfie, he’s absolutely sending back the simp emoji, asking how he got so lucky.

He calls you ‘babe’ but usually only when he wants your attention or if he’s in another room and needs something, so expects lots of “Baaaaaaaaaaabe”s to be headed your way.

Other times?  He calls you by name.  Because there’s a million people who get called babe or sweetheart, but your name is yours, so it feels special and kinda intimate to him?  So, if he’s feeling a little extra sentimental, he’s going to bury his face in your neck and just whisper lots of quiet, “I love you, Y/N”s over and over again.

Kuroo Tetsurou

R O O S T E R H E A D A S S that I love very very much

He’s a complete dork and I know the fandom makes him to be some kind of smooth talking God I’m guilty of it too but-

He’s literally not.  He fumbles over his words so much when he’s around you.  You guys can be dating for years and he’ll still have his moments where he’s a stuttering mess in front of you.

Asking you out?  You suffered second-hand embarrassment.  His face was about as red as his jersey and the boy was so nervous, rubbing the back of his neck, refusing to look at you, but then just shyly raising his eyes to look at you and muttering,

“Do you maybe wanna go out sometime?”

INSTANTLY STARTS APOLOGIZING

“But- but only if you want, of course! Don’t feel like you have to say yes, I can take rejection!  I’m so sorry.  I probably made you really uncomfortable.  You know what?  You don’t have to answer.  I’m just going to go.”

He’s so shook when you say yes, but then immediately puts his cool guy act back on, like “psshh of course you do.”

I don’t see him being super into PDA or physical contact period?  There’s something really special about just being near each other to him.  Just accidentally bumping shoulders or brushing hands while the two of you stroll, talking about anything and everything.

Even in private, there’s not a ton of physical contact.  Maybe tangling legs together as you sit on opposite ends of the couch, but that’s really it.  He likes being in close proximity with you, but he doesn’t need to be touching you at all times.

But he’s down to cuddle if you ask.  He’ll let you lay on top of him and hide your face in his neck or his chest.  Sometimes you guys will talk, but most of the time?  Cuddle time = nap time

He doesn’t get super jealous, but he won’t hesitate to come stand behind you if some guy is trying to hit on you.  Kuroo will probably just play with your hair or make some kind of comment about how that bracelet he bought you looks really nice on you.  Just dropping subtle hints that you’re taken.

Afterwards, though, he just drops it.  It doesn’t really bother him.  He knows well enough that if you didn’t want to be with him, you would’ve broken up with him.  He just wants to be there in case someone tries to make you uncomfortable.

Gamenightgamenightgamenight

I’m talking like board games.  Hours and hours of just sitting at the kitchen table with a bunch of your guys’ friends, slowly ruining relationships, but overall having a good time.

Kuroo plays Dungeons and Dragons.  I’ve said this SO many times and no one is going to tell me otherwise.  So, if you show any interest in maybe wanting to play, or, better yet, if you already know how to play?  He’s bringing you to A L L of the future sessions.

He’s probably going to write your character into his character’s backstory, so when Dungeon Master!Kenma scolds him for playing reckless in order to protect you, Kuroo can retort with, “Well, actually, if you paid attention when I was telling my backstory, you would know- *insert long-winded backstory of how your characters know each other and how his character vowed to your character’s dying father that he would protect you etc etc*”

Kuroo is super into domestic life with you, so you guys probably moved in together as soon as possible.  As in, if you started dating in high school, you were sharing an apartment your first year of college. 

He just has a lot of fun doing little household things with you, like cooking, cleaning, or just enjoying quiet evenings together after all of the work is done for the day.

Kuroo said “I love you” first, but it took you both forever to say it, because you were both kind of new to this dating thing and you had always been told that it was a really big deal, so you didn’t want to rush that.

;-; please take care of my dorky rooster

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi is pretty easy-going in relationships, but he’s also super romantic.

As in, he has hand-written you love letters.  He’s got really neat writing too, so that just adds to their appeal.  Akaashi probably has a wax seal that he seals all of the envelopes with? I don’t know why, but he seems like the type of guy to have one.  

You guys have a book club, just the two of you.  Oh, it’s so cute.  It started as the two of you forcing each other to read your favorite books, but then, you guys ran out of books to share?  So, once a month, you guys will go to the local bookstore and just spend a good hour or two trying to decide what book to give the other next.  

Akaashi 100% always recommends classic novels.  Things like Sense & Sensibility, Fahrenheit 451, Lord of the Flies, and Brave New World am i saying that because that’s my favorite book? more likely than you’d think.

He’s a lot more prepared for these shopping escapades that you are.  He usually knows exactly what he wants to get you.  If they don’t have it?  That’s fine.  He has a list.

You on the other hand?  You’re asking the clerks what they recommend, reading the back of every book that seems like something he might enjoy, but you usually resort to dystopian novels (Never Let Me Go, Gone, The Handmaid’s Tale, etc), because he likes analyzing the politics and seeing how they could be metaphors for today’s world.  

Damn this really turned into me just recommending books huh

After you two pick out the selections for the month, you two coffee hop.  So, each month, you try a new cafe and you will spend hours just sipping coffee and reading.

He gave you a first edition copy of the first book that you recommended to him for your anniversary one year.  Akaashi wrote you a letter, telling you how happy he was to have spent so much time with you and that he can’t wait to share more books with you and probably some really poetic stuff, because he’s a good writer, but he hid it in your favorite part, so you don’t get to read it right away.  

Okay, now that I got that out of my head.  Like Kuroo, Akaashi isn’t super into PDA, but he does like to hold your hand.  He also always offers to carry your bag.

Akaashi likes to fidget with your fingers.  The two of you could be out or just hanging at home, but he’s playing with your fingers.  It’s just a habit for him.  He used to fidget with his own hands a lot, but now he’s got yours, so not only does he get to keep his hands busy, he gets to hold onto your hand

He doesn’t get jealous.  Or at least, you don’t think so.  He’s really good at hiding any sense of envy he might feel.  He doesn’t say anything.  He knows that you can take care of yourself, but he’s likely right there next to you, possibly playing with your fingers behind your back.

It’s a really chill relationship dynamic for the most part.  You two could be dating for a week and it’ll already feel like you’ve been together for years.  You guys just vibe really well, so there was never that awkward stage at the beginning of the relationship.  Likely because the two of you started off as friends, so slipping into dating wasn’t a very hard transition.

Akaashi isn’t one to say “I love you” a lot, but he really does love you more than anything.  He likes to take care of you and he tries to give you the best life possible and that says I love you more than any words ever could.

[strong-as-a-tree]

Hello there! I saw that the requests were open and I had an idea. Levi saves a boy in town one day. (The boy has stolen something and the shopkeeper is chasing him, or something like that.) The boy's mother is looking for her son in town and they meet by chance. this is how levi and the reader meet. After the incident, the reader and Levi often meet by chance in town, and Levi learns that the reader is prostituting to earn money. Levi remembers his mother and childhood, deeply attached to the woman and her child, constantly contemplating the two, wanting to protect them, want to offer a better life (because he knows well the brothel hygiene standards and way of life). But since he is a soldier, there is no guarantee that he will survive tomorrow, and he does not want to make promises that he cannot fulfill. he is very in love with the reader, but his heart and mind are telling him to do different things. one evening he goes on a date with the reader and tells her everything. I didn't think about the reader's reaction, but I want it to have a happy ending. if it's a very detailed and strange request, you can ignore it. have a nice day 🙆🏻‍💖️💖 (english is not my first language, sorry for mistakes)

Hey there!

First I would like to apologize for the late reply, I loved your idea so much and I didn't knew how to write it. The idea is cute I was afraid to disappoint you... Tbh I'm still afraid you might not like it.

I hope you won't mind that I made it as a semi - headcanons? Your idea is so elaborate, I feel like it should be a fic!

MASTERLIST

Every months Levi would go shopping in town to refill his tea collection, he liked the short escape from his kid scouts.

No noises, no yellings coming from annoying brats, yeah he liked that.

His peace was suddenly interrupted when a young boy ran into him, the brat was going to ignore the gown man and escape but Levi grabbed his collar before it could happen.

“Oi! Let me go! He is going to find me!” said the boy, his face was red from running, and his clothes were dirty. Levi looked down at him, “What did you stole brat?”

The Captain quickly deduced that the boy was poor based on his ragged clothes and the fact that he was so thin. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the kid had stolen something.

“It’s none of your busi-”, Levi ignored the boy and took the stolen good from his hands. Levi’s eyes widened in confusion, he expected to see food but the boy had stolen lotion?

“OIII! GIVE IT BACK! MY MOM NEED IT!” screamed the boy as he tried to take back the lotion.

Levi heard a voice from behind him, which he assumed was the merchant looking for the kid.

“Tch”

Levi took the child's hand in his and pulled him away from the shopkeeper; after they were far enough away, he returned the lotion to the boy.

The boy looked at him angrily and was about to run away when a voice stopped him;

“Elliott ?! I told you to not talk to strangers!”

Levi turned around to warn the woman, who he assumed was the boy's mother, that she should keep a closer eye on her brat, but he halted when his gaze met hers.

Long h/c h/l hair, a dirty white dress hugging her [BODY TYPE] body. She was beautiful there was no denying in that.

“Mom!”, the boy ran to his mother, “Look I found you some lotion for your arm!”

“Elliott, you didn’t need to do that!” said the woman as she patted the boy’s head.

After a few awkward glances between you and Levi, you thanked him for taking your son away from the merchant and you both went your separate way.

Levi had no intention of seeing you again anytime soon, yet he found himself in town more frequently than usual. He eventually noticed you again, and the two of you began to chat. Of course, he noticed how you went to the market every Tuesday, but that isn't why he chose to do the same thing from now on. It was purely coincidental.

Elliott would always be by your side, keeping a close eye on Levi and preventing him from getting too close to you. Levi was startled by how protective the kid was with his mother.

“Elliott could you go buy some bread over there?” you asked your son pointing at the bakery in front of you. “And I said buy, not steal right?” you added as you handed him one of the few coins that you managed to get this week.

As Elliott went to the bakery, Levi asked you why Elliott was so protective.

You looked down at your feet, you grew to enjoy the cold man’s company. You were afraid to tell him the truth, so you mumbled, "I, well, he doesn't like when men get too close to me..." hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions.

Normally Levi would have never insisted to know, but he had a feeling he should look further into it, the fact that your son was wary of men and that when he first met you, Elliott had stolen a lotion for your injured arm, yeah, all of these made him suspicious.

“Why?” he simply asked.

You bit your lips, “I- I, men pay me for... y’know”, you almost whispered, Levi was frozen in place, you frowned your eyebrows, “I get it if you don’t want to be associated with me, don’t worry” you said with a sad look on your face. You secretly hoped Levi would have reacted differently. 

You headed to the bakery, leaving the Captain. 

But soon enough a hand grabbed your wrist, you turned back to see the raven haired man with a conflicted look on his face.

“I’m sorry, y-you just remind me of someone...”

You wanted to ask him who he was thinking about but Elliott had returned with the bread.

“Mom, I got the br-”, the small child came to a halt in the middle of his sentence as he spotted the Captain's hand still wrapped around your wrist. His innocent-looking face abruptly changed into a hostile snarl, and he smacked the man's hand away from yours without hesitation. The courageous kid adopted a protective posture in front of you.

“Don't touch her,” he said sternly, instead of his normal cheerful tone.

Levi's eyes widened in astonishment at the boy's behavior; his first instinct was to scold the brat, but his mind wandered back to his own mother and younger self. He would have acted in a similar manner if she had lived longer.

Y/n ‘s face slowly morphed into his mother’s, he remembered how scared he felt when men came to visit her in her bedroom, how angry at the word he had became at such a young age.

His thoughts were interrupted by your voice, “Elliott, he wasn’t hurting me” you said with a soft voice to your son. You were now on your knees, facing your little boy, Elliott had angry tears in his eyes, which you wiped away. “Thank you for being such a good kid, but the Captain wasn't harming me y'know,” 

After this incident, Levi kept spending time with you, images from his own childhood kept invading his mind when he looked at you and Elliott.

The Captain was desperate for you to leave the brothel, he became terrified that history would repeat itself and you’ll become ill with no one to help you. But what could he do? He was a soldier, soon enough he’ll have to leave for god’s know how long.

Finally, right before an expedition, Levi took you and Elliott to a modest apartment in town, when you arrived there you looked at him cluelessly, “You don’t have to live in the brothel anymore, I rented it for you.”.

You immediately told him that you couldn’t accept it, that it was too much, but Levi didn’t want to hear anything, and for once Elliott sided with the Captain, marveling at every details of the small apartment.

Elliott convinced you to accept the gift, but you still felt uncomfortable, so when Elliott finally fell asleep in his new bedroom, you went back to the kitchen and asked Levi for some explanations.

With some hesitation at first, the Captain finally told you about his childhood, and how terrified he was to find out one day, that you followed his mother’s faith. You took the soldier in your arms, and comforted him.

That night, Levi stayed at the apartment and slept for more than 4 hours in your arms. The next day he left for the expedition, but for the first time he felt he had something to come back to. He could maybe teach Elliott some fighting tips when he come back ?

[vegetalass]

RDR2 Boys at an Amusement Park

For @viperfizz... Thank you for the suggestion, I loved writing this one!! 

Arthur 

An amusement park just means a county fair to him. Ain’t no way he’s going to Six Flags or Great America

Okay, that’s a lie, he’d probably go if you begged him to but he wouldn’t be much fun 

Total “buy a soda, sit down, and watch everyone else have all the fun” type of guy (but is that really fun?) 

You try to take a picture with one of those people in costume and he looks miserable 

That being said, he would have fun at a county fair! 

He likes that they have animal shows, local business booths, and simpler rides and games

He does his best to try everything but probably gets tired after a couple hours 

Spends most of his time after that in the petting zoo or trying all the free samples from food booths

The gang makes him hold all of their stuff… He didn’t win most of it, but he’s carrying around all of Sadie’s prizes, Tilly’s cotton candy bucket and Dutch’s jacket, as well as everything else 

Poor guy

S u n s e t  F e r r i s  W h e e l  P i c t u r e s 

John 

Gets stopped by security on the way in for something stupid like trying to hide a water bottle in his pants

Doesn’t care much for rides but will go on them just because he doesn’t want to waste his ticket 

He doesn’t mind the haunted house rides, though, despite usually having to go by himself or with Arthur

If he’s not on a ride, he’s walking around and nobody can ever find him 

Abigail makes him take Jack on all the kiddy rides and lowkey he’s not that mad about it because they’re actually pretty fun and it means he doesn’t have to bother with doing anything else

Jack is happy because John gets them a bunch of popcorn and fried food to share after, too 

Literally awful at all of the mini games 

Challenges Arthur to one of those High Striker strength tests and loses 

He’s problematic because he 100% would go to Seaworld

Any souvenir he buys is probably just candy

Definitely falls asleep on the way home

Charles 

Funnel cake and candy apple enthusiast 

If the park is crowded, he’s the only one who’s ever able to find a place to sit

Probably doesn’t go on many of the scary rides

He’s down for water rides and the pirate swing, though 

And laser tag if they have it

Can beat anyone’s ass at bumper cars 

If it’s Charles and Arthur against anyone, they better hope that they go easy 

Also probably pretty good at most of the mini games, too

He’s the one walking home with a giant plushie he got from playing Skee-Ball (Sadie and Karen have one, too) 

The only souvenir he buys is a keychain with his name on it 

The gang probably clowns him for it smh  

Everyone is too tired at the end of the day so he has to drive home

Honestly, just take him to a boardwalk where he can sit on the beach

Micah

A n n o y i n g 

Goes on the scariest ride just so he can brag about being fearless

Also probably buys one of those shirts that’s like “I Survived The Ass Crusher Roller Coaster” 

Will try to force you to go with him even if you cry 

His favorite type of ride are those old, wooden coasters just because they’re rickety and scary (like him) 

Big fan of the gross amusement park food because he’s nasty 

Likes all that stuff like fried Oreos, spiral potatoes, and Texas donuts. 

Scares kids… probably has to tell at least three different families he wasn’t trying to creep on them and that he’s at the park with his friends 

He’s being honest, but the whole gang is like “Uh, we don’t claim him”

Spends like an hour in the gift shop only to buy nothing

Almost gets left behind for it

Hosea 

Spends too much time looking at a map of the park and trying to plan out what everyone should do 

The gang’s all left by the time he’s finished thinking about it

His favorite amusement park snack is a chocolate-dipped, vanilla ice cream cone

Probably ends up eating like five of them over the course of one day 

His reasoning is that he’s “on vacation” 

Most likely to throw up if he goes on a ride that goes upside down

His amusement park outfit consists of a straw hat, Hawaiian shirt, khakis, and sandals

Lowkey everyone is embarrassed to be around him dressed like that 

Forgets his sunscreen and comes home burnt to a crisp 

And when it heals, he has a sandal tan 

Has to do a headcount both before and after they go to the park just to make sure he hasn’t lost anyone

“I’m Hosea” 

Dutch 

Did someone say carnival? No? Yes you did

Likes the merry-go-round and swing rides because he’s a child 

The only one to go on the wooden roller coasters with Micah

Honestly, actually the only one to go on rides with Micah 

Buys shitty cocktails from the one beach-theme stand at the park and thinks he’s classy for it (even though they’re just margaritas with crazy straws) 

Will buy a sweatshirt with the amusement park’s logo on it and wear it the entire time he’s there

It’s either that or a Hawaiian shirt with pineapples on it 

He also buys any and all photos of the gang on rides even if they’re $15 each

Probably the guy who wears his hat and sunglasses on Splash Mountain just to pose while Hosea, Arthur, and John are all screaming behind him

Makes a stranger take a photo of the group at the end of the day that doesn’t even fit everyone in the screen and ends up being blurry 

“If lost, return to Hosea” 

Kieran 

Amusement park TRASH 

He can and will have fun on anything

One second he’s on a ride with upside down turns and loops, and the next he’s on teacups, and then straight back to drop tower after that 

If the amusement park is large, he probably has a game plan of how to do the most in one single day

100% buys dippin’ dots, popcorn and an extra large, souvenir slushee cup with a bendy straw that he uses for the rest of the year

Goes nuts if there’s an arcade section and wins just about a million tickets

Probably doesn’t even cash them in for prizes either and gives them all away

If at Disney, he makes everyone stay for the parade

And yes, he’s wearing Mickey Mouse ears and a lanyard with pins on it 

Probably buys a snow globe as a souvenir 

Please go with him

Javier 

He’s the one who brings lunch from home just so he doesn’t have to buy expensive carnival food 

He ends up having to share most of it with the gang

Is the only one who can successfully sneak things past security

Catch him walking in with a sandwich, ten bottles of water, and an entire pack of granola bars

His favorite ride is always the gondola ride that takes you across the park in the air

He likes the drop tower, too

Like Dutch, he also poses for pictures on rides

The only one who isn’t embarrassed to take photos with the mascots

Arthur has about a thousand photos of him with a bunch of random characters

Also the only one who doesn’t forget sunscreen 

The gang has to beg him to share his 

He isn’t horrible at mini games, but he’s better at some of them than others

For example, terrible at the water gun squirting, but good at ring toss

He always gets at least one prize, even if it’s small

[stenbrozier]

Missed Dates and Missed Opportunites (Bill Denbrough x Reader)

Plot: Bill has been getting more and more distant and it’s pissing you off. He misses an important date and it makes you upset so you decided to confront him about it.

Warnings: swearing, fighting!!, literally one mention of making out (very slight), sad + angry!Bill

A/N: I started writing this when my ex boyfriend and I broke up literally in October, and I finally had the energy to finish it without crying about how much I miss him cause I don’t miss that bitch anymore. I hope y’all enjoy :)

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(Y/N) sat on the curb outside of the Aladdin, waiting for her boyfriend to get there for their annual movie night. It was the third Friday of the month, the day when all of the new movies were usually released, and her and Bill would both chose one to see. They’d buy tickets for one, and when that was over, they’d stay and then movie hop to the other movie that was showing. Afterwards, he’d take you to the diner around the corner from the theatre, and you’d both share a milkshake and get burgers and fries. They’d been doing it for three years. And Bill was late.

They always agreed to meet right after school, and she knew that he had baseball practice in the later months of the school year, so she offered to wait until about 5 so that he could head home and shower to. It was now 6 o’clock and still no Bill. (Y/N) stood up, wiping the rocks and dirt off of the back of her thighs and headed out of the center of town and down the street to her house. Tears fell down her face fast and hot, and she wiped them with the too-long right sleeve of Bill’s varsity jacket. She hugged it closer to her, turning down West Broadway to get to her house that was at the end of the road. She lived in the corner, her house adjacent to the Denbrough’s.

When (Y/N) got to her front door, she looked back across to Bill’s house, noticing his car wasn’t in the driveway, which made her hurt even more. She unlocked her front door, turning on the light in the foyer so that she could see where she was going as she walked into the house and shut the door, locking it behind her. Walking into the kitchen, she searched the fridge and the cabinets to see if her mom had gone food shopping for her before she left for her business trip. She sighed when she noticed all that was in the cabinets were a few boxes of cereal, all half full. (Y/N) angrily stomped her feet, going over to the plate cabinet and grabbed a bowl from the top shelf. She got a spoon out of the utensil drawer and the milk out of the fridge, and then (Y/N) made her way over to the table to sit and eat her “dinner”.

As she was eating her Frosted Flakes, staring at the stupid games on the back of the box, she heard a loud knock on the front door. Silently, she eyed it suspiciously, creeping towards the windows in the living room to see if she could peek around to see who was outside. Her heart hammered in her chest when she noticed Bill’s car was out front, headlights still on. (Y/N) walked to the front door, unlocking it and opening it slightly, see if Bill standing their looking annoyed and tired. She opened it all the way, leaning against the doorframe as he looked at her confused.

“B-baby, why weren’t you at the A-A-Al-Aladdin?” he asked quietly, hurt evident in his voice. “I-I waited for for-forever.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking down at her feet before looking back up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Bill, I waited for an hour,” (Y/N) replied, annoyance lacing her voice. “5 o’clock to 6 o’clock, waiting for you because you said you’d be there when baseball was done. Baseball is usually done at 4:30!” She stood up straight, walking fully into her house and going to shut the door when he stopped it with his hand.

“We didn’t get done till 5 today,” he answered calmly, tapping his foot against the metal frame at the bottom of her door.

“Then you still should’ve been there when I was.” She tried again to close the door on him, not wanting to look at him any longer. He pushed the door back and walked in. “Bill, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“L-Listen, baby, I-I’m sorry I wasn’t th-there. We-we can go n-now,” he offered apologetically, trying time reach for his girlfriend’s arm. She shook her head, folding in on herself as she backed up into the railing on the stairs that lead into the other part of the house.

“You’ve missed dates before,” (Y/N) whispered solemnly, tears stinging her eyes. “You...this isn’t the first time I’ve gone home, crying might I add, because you didn’t bother to show up or-or you decided to go do something else!”

“I-I had f-fucking baseball, (Y/N),” Bill yelled angrily, causing shock to wash over the girl’s face. She looked up at him, noticing his face was red and his eyes were watery. “I-I didn’t do-do it on p-p-p-purpose! Why w-w-would I do that t-to you-u?”

(Y/N) watched as her boyfriend threw his arms up into the air, gulping softly as he stared at her with hurt washed over his face. Bill suddenly dropped his arms, letting them slam against his sides before he slowly reached towards her. She let him grab her hand, and Bill brought it close to his mouth and leant down to kiss it.

“I love you,” he said calmly and slowly, not wanting to stutter over the most important words he’d ever told her. “I-I do. You’re my e-e-everything. I-I’m s-sorry, I’ll make i-it up to you.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, running over the situation in her mind. On one hand, she wanted to go to the movies with him and then make out in his car at the Quarry while Queen blared through the speakers. But she also just wanted her space: time to recover from the tears she had cried for him over the same stupid shit he continued to do.

“Billy,” she started, shaking her head, “I want some time to myself. I know you don’t mean to miss dates, but...I don’t want to be with you if I’m not one of your top priorities. Of course you should focus on school and baseball, for the scholarships, but I just don’t think I can be with you if you’re going to miss our dates.”

Bill let go of her hand, watching it drop lifeless to her side as he stared down at his feet. He felt tears wash down his face, his brain trying to wrap around what she had just said to him.

“B-but, (Y/N), I-I-I-“

“I know you love me,” she whispered, her sobs making it difficult to understand her. “But I’m not getting the love I need. You can love someone and yet show them no affection, Bill.” Bill looked up at her, meeting her eyes. He searched her face for any sort of remorse, and when he couldn’t read her emotions, he scoffed.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. Bill turned around, hearing (Y/N) start to cry harder. “Just...just i-if you need any-anything, I’m h-here s-still. C-call me if you w-want to g-g-g-get back toge-together. I love you.”

He walked out the door, slamming it behind him and marched over to his car. It had been running the whole time, and he got in and felt the cold artificial air hit his skin. Bill slammed his hands against the steering wheel, tears falling down his face.

“FUCK,” he screamed, the word turning into a sob as Bill dropped his head to sit on the steering wheel his body shaking as all of the sadness flowed out of him through his tears.

Back in the house, (Y/N) slid down to the bottom step, not even caring that her back was being jabbed by the wood. She brought her knees to her chest, tears streaming down her face as she stared at the headlights that came in through the window of her mom’s office, which was on the side of the house that pointed directly at Bill’s. She saw the headlights of his car disappear as she wrapped the varsity jacket even tighter around her body, sobbing into her knees about the boy who broke her heart without even knowing it.

[charredbrie]

Kurobas Valentine’s Day Event 2020 Day 2: MuraMido

Yup, it’s painfully obvious who is my favorite character but then again, Murasakibara x Midorima is my precious second love OTP. The sexual tension is so painfully obvious and I just have to write something about them <3 Once again, thank you @vanilla-daydreams and @theuglycrybaby for this event.

Day 2 Prompt: Pillow/Are you wearing my shirt?

Title: Valentines’ Day Hitch (Established Relationship)

Summary: For Midorima’s lucky item on the 14th, only Murasakibara can help him. 

Word count: 2, 712 words

Rating: T

Midorima Shintarou is, by all means, a normal type of person. He lives by the saying “Man proposes. God disposes.” He has a loving family, a team that he has come to trust and respect, and he has great (?) friends? That last statement doesn’t really sound right. He knows about his tsundere attitude so whenever Takao teases him about it, he just gets all defensive just because. 

And lastly, he has been in a long time relationship with one moron that goes by the name of Murasakibara Atsushi from way back their middle school time. Why does he mention that giant now, must you ask? It is because today, Oha Asa has this horoscope special that from the 12th of February until the 14th. Instead of giving you the reading for a day, they have decided to give out your luck for three days straight in preparation for this unscrupulous day called Valentines’. 

For Cancers like him, the first two days are a breeze. He’s in the third and first place respectively. The lucky item for today, as he ranks third is a scented candle and he has already obtained it. For tomorrow, his lucky item is an oversized shirt. He knows that he is already set for tomorrow because he has some of Murasakibara’s shirts, in fact. 

But for the third day, that is when his demise will come. Out of all the things in the world, Oha Asa has to choose a life-sized mauibo pillow to be his lucky item for the 14th. And to put an icing to the cake, he has to rank dead last. 

And he only knows one person who has it because he knows for a fact that it is a limited edition supply. After all, he is the one who gifted that to that candy-loving fool that he calls his boyfriend. 

He groans painfully as he adjusts his glasses. His class is coming to an end and he has his basketball practice to focus on. He just makes his resolve that he will deal with his lucky item for the third day later. After all, he knows that Murasakibara is just one call away even if they are far away from each other. 

Their club activity has come to an end and as usual, he is sitting peacefully on the rickshaw while carefully clutching his lucky item for the day on his left hand with Takao pulling it because it’s unbelievable how someone can be so dreadfully horrible at janken pon. 

“Hah..h-how did you…hah..still beat me at..hah..janken pon..h-hah..when Scorpio ranked first today?!” He hears Takao complains. Sometimes, it gives him great joy when he sees Takao struggling with pulling the rickshaw. He can at least get back at him for all those times that the hawk-eyed boy mercilessly teases him for every little thing. In spite of everything though, he still holds Takao as one of his closest friends.

He pulls up his glasses with his free hand and mutters, “Yes, it is true that Scorpios rank first, in fact. However, you don’t have your lucky item which is honey.”

“Well…hah…whatever, Shin-chan….hah…and why are you not lighting your…hah…lucky item…it’s lavender-scented..right?..hah….I need to…calm..down..haaah..”

Shintarou clicks his tongue but lights the scented candle nonetheless. Instantly, he is embraced with the magnificent scent of the lavender, and it reminds him of his giant fool. He specifically chooses this scent when he goes lucky item hunting for the fact that it reminds him of Murasakibara, because believe it or not, the purple giant actually smells like lavender and candy all the time and it always calms him whenever he wants to seek some serenity when he badly needs it. 

-x-

When Takao drops him home, they both say their goodbyes. As he entered his house, he says his greeting and goes up to his room. Breathlessly, he pulls out his phone from his pocket and presses the keyboard 1 for his speed dial. After seven rings, the other line is picked up. Suddenly, he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the childish voice. 

“‘Lo, Mido-chin~”, Atsushi greets. 

“Murasakibara, how many times do I have to tell you to properly greet someone when answering your phone?!”

“Eh? It’s a pain and ‘sides, it’s just you.”

Shintarou feels a vein suddenly pops up and tries veeeery hard not to yell at Murasakibara. He counts until 10 to placate himself before speaking again. 

“Do you...still have that..maiubo pillow that I gave...you?” He asks hesitantly. 

He heard the purple head shuffles a little on the other line and says, “‘Course, Mido-chin. I have it with me here in Akita. Why?”

He blushes a bit and thank the heavens that he is alone in his room, “W-Would you mind if I borrow it? It’s my lucky item on the 14th, in fact.”

He hears Murasakibara chuckle on the other line much to his annoyance. “Don’t laugh, fool!”

“Ne, Mido-chin, I can totally imagine you carrying my life-sized pillow all day. “

“S-Shut up!”

“Okay, I’ll lend it to you but I have a condition.”

“Oh, Murasakibara, you’re playing a game with me. Fine then. What do you want?”

“Hm, you’ll know when you get it. Good night, Mido-chin~”

He can’t help but sigh in frustration but accepts his fate for being stuck with this moron. “Remind me again why I am still with you?”

“‘Cause your tsundere self loves me, Mido-chin~”

And that is the last straw, “Die, Murasakibara.”

He hangs up his phone and throws it on his bed. He sighs in frustration. Whatever Murasakibara is planning, Shintarou is sure as Oha Asa that he’ll be the receiving end of it. 

-x-

February 14th comes and Shintarou is really afraid for his life. It’s not that he’s afraid of dying but it has been tried and tested that with terrible luck comes to a lot of misfortune for him. And he hasn’t heard anything from Murasakibara since yesterday. He’s a little bit, just really a little bit concerned that the boy has died. And thus, Shintarou tries his very best to be as cautious as possible for today. He even goes as far as carrying his two previous lucky items (scented candle and an oversized shirt) in his bag because he has a strong lingering feeling that those three days that Oha Asa has predicted might be somehow connected. 

It is a blessing in disguised that Shutoku High has their school fair today and classes will end early. Also, as much as he hates to admit it, he is relatively glad that there is no basketball practice today because they are also using the gym for the fair. And so, once all the classes have ended, he tries to slip out of their classroom without Takao noticing him because knowing his friend, he will just drag him to go around the fair and honestly, he just wants to stay at home to avoid any unnecessary circumstance that may befall on him today. 

But alas, Shintarou almost curses Takao’s hawkeye if not for it being so useful in a basketball game as he instantly corners him and drags him to go around with him. He grunts in a displeased manner but the imbecile just laughs at him. Knowing that he has no escape, he just goes with Takao since being the reliable friend that he is, he will surely enjoy it. As they are going around, a stall carrying different flavors of Nerunernerune catches his attention. He stops in front of it and looks over the booth. Takao looks at him then to the Nerunernerune then back at him again. Takao gives him a sly smile as he understands the situation and tells him, “Shin-chan, if you’re planning to buy some, staring at it with a killer intent isn’t gonna do anything.” 

He blushes instantly as he fixes his glasses to act as a cover for his blushing face, “S-Shut up, Takao!” 

“Are you gonna give it to Murasakibara? That’s so unsexy, Shin-chan. It’s Valentines’ today so you should give him chocolates.”

“And how in the world gives you an idea in your insufferable brain that I’m gonna give him chocolates today?”

Takao pouts as he rolls his eyes and says, “Duh, Valentines’. And you guys are together.”

“Tsk.”

Ignoring the man with a screw loose, he begrudgingly moves closer to the booth and takes two each of every flavor that they have. He knows that this is Murasakibara’s favorite candy and he has kept on complaining to him before that it’s been getting hard to get it since only a few shops will sell it. He smiles inwardly knowing that the purple head will be happy. Chocolates, be damned. Murasakibara only needs candies and snacks. 

While he is paying, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He takes his change first the fishes out his phone, answering it without looking at who the caller is. 

“Hello?”

“Mido-chin where are you? I’m here in front of your school. Come out right now, hurry. I’m hungry.”

Shintarou removes his phone from his ear and gapes at his phone while looking intently at the caller id. It is indeed Murasakibara. 

“What are you doing here in Tokyo?! Don’t you have school?!”

“Eh, Mido-chin says he needs my pillow so I deliver it in person.”

“That’s an irresponsible excuse, Atsushi.” He hears Murasakibara gulps on the other line because he, calling the taller boy with his given name without stuttering means that he’s really pissed. 

“Sorry, Mido-chin...” 

“Are you by the entrance?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t move there, I’m coming.”

After he hangs up, he looks at Takao and he nods in understanding. He says his farewell to him and heads straight to the gate. If not for his glasses, he won’t be able to see the tall figure that is passed their school walls as he is nearing the entrance. He taps his shoulder as he turns and a lazy smile creeps on his face. Shintarou can’t help but smile though, not because he’s happy to see the boy after 2 weeks (although it’s one of the reasons) but because he looks ridiculous while clutching the life-sized mauibo pillow on his right arm. 

“Mido-chin!” Murasakibara runs closer to him as greets him. Shintarou really wants to hug him but he strains himself because of the fact that he’s still mad at the purple head for missing classes just so he can deliver his lucky item.

Instead, he folds his arms over his chest and looks sharply at him. “So? Why did you suddenly decide that delivering my lucky item is, in fact, more important than you attending your class?”

Murasakibara scratches his head, “Don’t worry, Mido-chin. It’s our foundation day today so we don’t have any classes.”

Shintarou looks at him intently to see if he’s lying. However, he sees no sign of lying and begrudgingly accepted his excuse. “Okay, you are forgiven..for now, in fact.”

“Yay~ here, Mido-chin.” He hands him the life-sized maiubo pillow and he finally let out a deep breath that he is holding since the clock has struck at 12 midnight earlier.

He can feel his blood suddenly pumps to his face as he takes Murasakibara’s arm to lead him to the nearest park, where no eyes are looking at them. When they arrive at the park, he hands him the plastic that he is carrying. The purple head just looks at it with curiousness as he signals him to take it. Finally, when he opens it, his purple irises shine with happiness as takes out one Nerunerunerune candy. “Mido-chin…these are for me? Your Valentines’ gift?”

He stutters as he becomes beet red, “F-Fool, i-it’s not because it’s Valentines’ day that I am giving you those…it’s not even chocolate, in fact.”

Murasakibara chuckles as he pats his head, “Fine, thank you, Mido-chin. So for my condition….”

Oh. Oh. I totally forgot about that. And there’s no way that he’s gonna admit that to his company. He shows his displeased face which Murasakibara just ignores. “For now, let’s go to my house, it’s near.”

-x-

When they reach the Murasakibara’s residence, both boys are greeted by Murasakibara’s mother who is currently fixing food on the table with two sets. Shintarou almost raises his eyebrows in question if not for Mama-chin coming close to greet them.

“Hi, Mama-chin.” Murasakibara greets and hugs his mother as Shintarou follows, “Hello, M-Mama-ch-chin.” Murasakibara actually forces him to call his mother, Mama-chin. At first, Shintarou is against the idea but when the said lady is the one who insists, who is he to defy the elder.

“Hey, boys. Atsu-chin, you’re right in time. I already set the table and the food for you and Shintarou-kun. You’re gonna stay here for tonight, right?”

Shintarou whips his head at Murasakibara in shock who just happily answers his mother excitedly a yes. He seriously wants to throw a pineapple at him right there and then.

“Alright. I’m going to tend to the garden. Enjoy your food boys.” They both say their thanks and as soon as Mama-chin is out of sight, he pulls Murasakibara’s ear and angrily asks him. “Murasakibara! What is the meaning of this?!” The taller boy jerks away from him as he nurses his reddening ear. “Eh, Mido-chin…this is the condition that I thought about.”

“What kind of condition is this?!”

“Course, you have to be my human pillow since you’re borrowing mine. I can’t even sleep without it.”

Shintarou feels his whole body goes rigid and his face too hot to even retort. When he doesn’t answer for a few seconds, Murasakibara speaks, “Mido-chin, are you thinking something perverted? You’re red all over.”

“S-shut up.”

“Hehe, don’t worry. I just miss Mido-chin. I just want to cuddle with you.” He finally looks up beneath his bangs to his boyfriend and sees the longing expression on his face. Sighing in resignation, he leans his shoulder to his boyfriend’s strong body and says, “Fine. You win, in fact. I’ll just call my parents so they know where I am.” He is then rewarded with a sparkling expression on his boyfriend’s face.

Omake

Atsushi is lounging on his bed while eating potato chips as he is waiting for Mido-chin to finish showering. He is really happy that Mido-chin actually agrees to stay over although he has to get Mama-chin’s help, he is actually happy that it works. To be honest. he has been planning on doing this, he just doesn’t find the time to do so. That’s why it is a good timing that his school’s foundation day is on the 14th. At least, he has a reason to ditch school without missing his classes because he knows that Mido-chin doesn’t like it when he does that. He looks up as he hears his door creaks open and he has actually loosened his grip on his potato chips as he sees the Midorima Shintarou wearing his bear shirt and it looks oversized on him even though he is wearing his training shorts and he can’t help but think that he looks so adorable. He looks like a ripened strawberry with his face so red and adds the fact that he has green hair. Mido-chin slowly moves towards his bed and sits on the farthest corner far from him, his eyes never leaving him. Is this what they call a boyfriend shirt?

“W-What are you s-staring at, you moron?”

“Are you wearing my shirt, Mido-chin?”

Once again, Mido-chin fixes his glasses again to hide his reddening face. He’s been doing that a lot since they have seen each other earlier. “Y-yes, this is the only shirt that I h-have on me. This was my lucky item from yesterday, in fact..and it’s actually your fault for not telling me so I could come prepared.” He just smiles happily, thinking all the while that Mido-chin is such a tsundere. But whatever, that tsundere attitude is what makes him unique.

“Hmm, well then, come here, Shintarou-chin, I need my human pillow now. I’m tired and I want to sleep.” He pats the empty space on his bed to signal him to come closer to him. But instead of Mido-chin’s warm body, his face is suddenly smacked with his life-sized maiubo pillow with Mido-chin saying,

“DIE, MURASAKIBARA.”

NOTES: This is actually the first time I write Midorima and I have tried my best to make him in character as much as possible. Honestly, he is kinda hard to write but I’ve had my fun on this prompt. Hope you guys like it. I really just wanna spread more MuraMido just because they’re so underrated as a pair. 

Thank you for reading <3

Also, now in Ao3

[razorblade180]

Twin Snowflakes pt10: Expedited Exam pt1

“Thank you miss!” a group of three kids say with crumbs on their face and new red coats. Summer kneels down and wipes the middle child’s face, making him giggle. No problem little ones. I wish I could do more but this is all I have for now. Stay warm and go back to that that nice man’s mechanic shop if you ever need help okay?

“Okay.” They give her a big hug before running off.

Summer:Phew! That makes twenty five. I wish I had brought more money. Starting to run low.

Winter:You could swipe your card.

Summer:I never bring it down here. That little boy just now, last time he stole it.

Winter:What!?

Summer:Yeah it caught me by surprise when it happened the first time. Hehe It’s a good thing a little kid with a SDC credit card is highly suspicious. Those three tried buying an entire grocery story.

Winter:And you still let him hug you?

Summer:Everyone needs a good hug. Now let’s go to the la-

“Ms?” A small voice called out her from behind her w gave Summer a little scare. It was a little girl’s doing. Her face was all dirty and her black hair was unkept. Tiredness was in her big golden eyes.

Summer:H...hi. I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you okay? What’s your name.

Ruth:M..my is Ruth. *shivering*

Summer:Ruth huh? Where did you come from.

Ruth:My parents they....lost all their money. So they lost me too.

Winter:*frowning* That’s...terrible. They didn’t even give you to law enforcement or an orphanage?

Ruth:They did, but it’s hard there. I don’t like it at all. So I left.

Summer:You look cold. *unzipping jacket*

Winter:What are you-

Summer wrapped her over sized jacket around the kid. She couldn’t be older than twelve. Maybe even ten. The warm fire dust glowed and made Ruth’s eyes widen. Summer smiledat the reaction. “Pretty cool right?” A sudden weight rested on her back. She looked up to see Winter standing over them both without her military coat on. Summer chuckled bashfully at Winter’s exhausted expression.

Summer:Whoops. I’m probably stressing you out a little huh?

Winter:More than a little. Better safe than sorry.

Ruth:Th...Thank you.

Summer:The cold is a dangerous thing. Can’t let it get too close now can we? This might not fit you but hey, it’ll make a good blanket this way. Tell me, do you know the name of the orphanage?

Ruth:S...Saint Harold’s.

Summer:I’ll tell you what. If you go back there then I’ll promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure it gets a bunch of nice things so you won’t want to runaway. I might not look like it, but I’m super good at getting nice things.

Ruth:You’ll do that?

Summer:Of course! I would never lie, it would ruin my image.

Winter:And you were raised better than that.

Summer:I was getting to that part hehe. So, do we have a deal little lady?

Ruth:....You’re really gonna help out.

Summer:It’s an Arc promise. That’s worth like a hundred pinky promises. But if you want more convincing then we can make it a hundred and one.

She takes off one glove and holds out pinky in front her then wiggles it. Ruth simply stare at for a moment before it registers that she’s supposed to do it back. The tiny girl extends her pinky and watches Summer curl them around each other and give it a little tug. Something about the whole situation makes Ruth smile deep down. ‘This lady, she’s so sweet. Like an Angel.’

Summer:There we go. A hundred and one promises. Now do we have a deal?

Ruth:Y...Yes ma’am! Can you walk back with me?

Summer:I-

Oh yes, I wouldn’t mind seeing such a place. Every floor, every room, child....

......

Winter:Summer?

Summer:Huh? Sorry....spaced out for a second.

Ruth:Wow, your pinky is really cold.

Summer*lets go* Sorry about that. *puts on glove* As much as I would love to, I have to go do something really important. It’s another promise I have to keep. My Auntie would be more than happy to though; right Winter?

Winter:Are you sure?

Summer:Don’t worry about me. We’ll go to the lake some other time. I should be heading home anyways. I’ll someone and wait somewhere warm.

Winter:.....

Summer:Do I have to make a promise with you too?

Winter:I believe you, be careful though. Now then Ruth, you wanna hold my hand or be carried?

Ruth:*pouts* I am way too old to be carried.

Winter:A big girl? Okay then. Lead the way then.

Ruth:*grabs her hand* Foward march!

Winter:Hehe looks like I found a little trooper too. *walking off*

Summer:(On my own yet again.)

We both know that’s not true...when are you ever truly alone?

Summer:(Shut it....)

xxxx

“Order up. One hot chocolate, extra steaming for Schnee?”

“Thanks..” Summer said tossing what little cash she had left on the counter.

One of these days those are gonna make you f-

Summer takes a long sip of the beverage to the point she tips her head back a little. The barista’s jaw left open in amazement. “D..doesn’t that burn?” Summer finally puts the cup away and down on the counter. “If only.”

The sound of automated bells went off as the front door open. “There’s my niece; isn’t it a school day?” She turned around to see her uncle in a pristine white suit and red tie with a ice blue shirt under it. His hair was combed to the side and most importantly, his face was free of facial hair.

Summer:Hey uncle Whitley. Oh you know how school and I mix. We don’t. You look nice. Wait are you heading to work? I could’ve called someone else to pick me up.

Whitley:It’s fine. Not like they can fire me for being late. Besides, I was already picking up someone else. *steps aside*

Nick:......

Summer:.....Before you give me the “go to school” lecture, can you buy me another drink?

Nick:....I would give you that speech, but I have a better one in mind.

Summer:Do I still get a refill?

xxxx

Summer:That’s insane Nicholas. *sips drink*

Nick:Or maybe it’s genius.

Whitley:It sounds perfect insane time me.

Nick:Hey! This is a back of the limo conversation.

Whitley:I should hit the brakes for that but have it your way.

Summer:He’s right though. Just take the normal exam. You’re just gonna use the free time you created to do more work. Do you know what taking a break is?

Nick:No but I know the answer to all questions on the science test! Do you?

Summer:Yeah. Because I can learn everything in class the day it’s presented.

Nick:You should take tougher classes.

Summer:Gross. Learn to optimize learning. Maybe if you relaxed regularly then your brain could absorb information easier.

Nick:Never! This could be a win on multiple levels you see? I get more things done, Valerie feels even for me saving her-

Summer:Saving her?

Nick:She almost got ran over by some idiot driver on the way to school.

Summer:WHAT!?

Nick:Yeah it was crazy. It was a mustang with a bird on the side or something. That’s not the point. You also get a win because then you don’t have be in the women’s locker room and deal with that drama; which I wish you told someone about.

Summer:I mean.....I told Valerie

Nick:Ok well, I wish you told me.

Summer:Why?

Nick:Be...because........

Summer:?

The limo went silent and the boy seemed more frayed then usual l. He rubbed his fingers through his long messy hair before pulling out fifty lien and holding it front of Summer. “Please take it.” It wasn’t bribe money to help him. No, it was what they always did when they wanted a conversation topic to die.

Summer:The Throwaway Question? What is so hard about answering what I said.

Nick:Please just take the money and forget about it? I don’t have the energy to have that talk so let’s not have it. I always accept your money.

Summer:....*takes money* You get off easy this time but be ready if this topic gets brought up again.

Nick:*leans against window* I know I know. So, you really aren’t gonna help me with this? It’s perfect practice for the tournament for the both of us. Plus when is the last time the three of us got to fight together. I get tired seeing a tomahawk flying at my face; sometimes I want to see it helping me and not dropping my aura into the red.

Summer:You sound so bitter right now.

Nick:I’m winning gold in that tournament even if it fucking kills me! Oops, sorry uncle.

Whitley:I ain’t your parents.

Summer:....How bad do you want this to happen.

Nick:I don’t like the way you said that. What do you want?

Summer:I need your help with something.

Nick:I’m not singing.

Summer:You are literally the worst sometimes. You don’t even know what the cause is for!

Nick:Ugh, what’s the cause?

Summer:I’m thinking we get a little fundraiser going to get money for Mantle. Specially the food drives and an orphanage called Saint Harold’s.

Whitley:An orphanage? What brought that idea up.

Summer:I met a girl who recently has been placed there. I promised her that I would make it a nice place; I Arc promised.

Nick:Crap, you would. Now I’m obligated to help. *sinks into seat* can’t we just write a check? I don’t wanna sing.

Summer:That’s not fun.

Nick:When would I have the time to even put a fundraiser together. I’m a busy guy.

Summer:Uggh, I hate it when you’re right.

Whitley:Whatever check you two write, I’ll double it.

Summer:Really!?

Whitley:I’m usually holding back molding on meaningless events and it gets board members angry. You’d be giving me a valid excuse. Plus it’s a good use of our money.

Summer:Thanks, that means a lot. *smiles*

Nick:Am I off the hook?

Summer:Not even close. If I do this then that means I’m not singing at the tournament, so stop bugging me about it.

Whitley:Doesn’t that put him in the same position of messing up his schedule? Now he has to find something to fill that slot and make sure it’s good.

Nick:I apologize for trying to not include you in this conversation.

Whitley:I know. I don’t understand why you don’t duet with your sister at the tournament.

Nick:I take it back. Stop giving her ideas.

Summer:Too late! Those are my conditions. Take it or leave it.

Nick starts chewing on his lip as Summer offers a formal handshake. The deal wasn’t terrible. It only meant he’d be doing at minimum two tough matches and was still expected to entertain a crowd. That’s a tiring day; not to mention singing rehearsal. Knowing his sister, she probably won’t put him through the ringer. This exam does take care of practice as well.

Summer:So we shaking hands or not?

Nick:Don’t make me try any high notes.

Summer:Deal!

Nick:*shakes hand* Good, now you better be ready for tomorrow. I’m pretty sure we only get one shot at this.

Summer:I have a feeling you already have a plan to pass.

Nick:Oh Summer, when don’t I have a plan?

xxxx

The afternoon dragged on into night. Nicholas has spent hours with Summer and Valerie on face time to discuss their plans for tomorrow’s victory. Eventually all three of them called it a night and finally went to bed. Some of them a bit anxious about the whole thing; while others were anxious about school in general.

However night was just starting for Veronica was still on the open seas. Her gaze fixated on the moon’s reflection on the water and the dispersed glaciers everywhere. A sign that the boat was indeed getting closer to its intended destination. Two floor easels are propt up on each side of Veronica while a pencil and notebook are at the ready in her hands. She began drawing and sketching diligently; gaining ideas with each stroke until a shadow loomed over the immediate area.

Veronica:You’re blocking the light ma.

A new light quickly pushed away the darkness. Veronica smiled and looked up to see Yang looking at sketches littered everywhere; her hair glowing beautifully. Veronica went back to working.

Veronica:That works too I suppose. Always showing off. Not like I’m one to talk.

Yang:What are you working on?

Veronica:Concepts for a new fashion line. The water and scenery is the perfect cool color scheme to contrast the fiery design I want to create.

Yang:Fiery? Well I-

Veronica:Nope, won’t work. Not to put you down but your flames are a bit boring.

Yang:Boring!!?

Veronica:Seem them all my life. A grand inferno of some sort. I’m hoping the glow of Mantle’s warm glow from its heat generators against the tundra is what will do the trick.

Yang:Inspiration? That’s what motivated you to go on this trip? Menagerie getting too cramped for you?

Veronica:Something like that. I was always too much for that place anyway. Not that Solitas is exactly better. Airships roaring hourly, and the people frankly aren’t my kind of crowd for obvious reasons.

Yang:One person from Atlas definitely has your attention in a good way. As for the other...

Veronica:*flips page* I know what you’re doing. I rather not think about either of them right now. Too busy concentrat-

Her pencil breaks as she finishes another outline. Slowly her grip on it tightens intensely before she takes a deep breath and sets it down. Veronica’s hand reaches for her tail and rubs it rhythmically as she continued looking at the moon.

Yang:Blake told me something interesting before we left. About why she’s usually the one who doesn’t have to try too hard to get you to pipe up. I hope you know... I’ll listen to whatever you want to talk about. Including the emotional stuff. Everyone gets that way.

Veronica:I know that.

Yang:Still gonna be tight lipped though I see.

Veronica:No, there’s nothing to talk about. Just enjoying the view. The full moon never looked prettier than tonight.

Yang:Full moons still freak me out. The fact the gods fixed it as proof of their power is crazy. Even I almost wanted to kneel to them.

Veronica:I’d be more impressed if they did something meaningful instead of correcting their own foolish mistake. Anyways, when will we get to Atlas?

Yang:Ships slow down from here because of the glaciers. Then we port and take an airship. We still have plenty of time to kill. Wanna grab some dinner? The captain is eating with everyone tonight. I’m sure his fancy outfit has something interesting you might find.

Veronica:I’ve seen it already. It’s very tacky and daft. A far cry from even my earliest work.

Yang:I bet it’s more cost efficient at the very least. I mean those outfits in your room-

Veronica:Will be worth every last lien it took to obtain those necessary materials. Not every day I get use Grade A stuff. If all goes well then my pieces will notoriety and I can by better stuff.

Yang:You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you? I’m proud.

Veronica:*smiles* Of course you are. I’m great. Now if you excuse me...

She gathers all her belongings in a way everything touches each other. Her hand rests on top of it all and the items sink into the floor along with her. “I’m going to lay down.”

Yang:I’ll bring some food to your room later.

Veronica:Thanks. *vanishes*

Yang’s eyes looked towards the railing of the ship. Veronica’s pencil still rested on top motionless. “She forgot her pencil? That’s re-” The moment her finger grazed it, the pencil shattered and the railing was cracked.

Yang:Sigh...hard to read and fiery inside. I wish she’d simmer down. It’s like I’m dealing with mom. *rubbing her head* Oh geez, I really have become dad....

xxxx

Harriet:So, you actually managed to talk them into it?

“Yep!” Nicholas said proudly as he pumped his fist outward. The trio stood on the track ready for their exam; each of them in their standard fighting clothes instead of school uniforms. Not that Nichola’s clothes make too much of a difference. Semi formal is typically his style after all. His mostly white pants and shirt were replaced with icy blue this time around. His vest abandoned. He had a feeling that he’ll end up thrown into the ground before his friends finish the battle. Nick took the first three buttons on his shirt and undid them. As well as slicked his messy hair back. “I’m gonna take this seriously from the jump!” The cold edge of Mort Froide already unsheathed and lightly scraping the ground at his feet.

Valerie stood ready in a light brown coat with fur around the collar, sleeves, and bottom rim. Underneath is a pink shirt with a white lightning pattern that makes it look like it’s cracking. Navy blue leather pants and light brown fur boots complete the look. A pair of blue matching leather holsters on held her twin tomahawks nicely across her back; accessible at any given moment. “I can’t believe we’re actually attempting this.”‘excitement and wariness crept from her voice. “Might as well hand us diplomas if we manage to win.”

Summer wore a similar outfit to yesterday. Thermals and all, except for jacket that was still in Ruth’s possession. It was gonna be a bit hard to explain to Penny how the newest creations she made had already been lost. Penny was nice but Summer knew she was in for a earful whenever she eventually has to ask for another one. Her left hand rested on the blade at her hip. “I honestly don’t remember any class of Paladin being this big. It’s at least one and half times the size of a fully matured Goliath.”

Her keen eyes scouted their soon to be battlefield. It makes sense to use the track area. Plenty of space. Still, every thing about gym still irritated her to no end.

Harriet:Summer, I’m glad you could make it to my class finally. Even if it is after school.

Summer:Teach....you look lovely today.

Harriet:......

Summer:Sigh....I’ll show up to class.

Harriet:You promise?

Summer:An Arc can’t go making promises willy nilly. But I assure you that there’s no need to worry. I won’t try to cause any more problems.

Harriet:We’ll see about that. I’m not gonna give you too much of a hard time about it. Focus on the task at hand and depending on how this goes I might sweep a few absences under the rug. Maybe turn a couple zeros in your grade book to something more pleasant.

Summer:Really? Yes ma’am! I appreciate the generosity.

Harriet:*smiles* You three will start the moment you move your feet or when the five minutes timer I start beeps. I’ll be up on the bleachers the entire time watching to make sure everything goes fine. The Paladin as your data uploaded into it. That means it knows your aura level; it’ll stop targeting you once you are in the red. Remember, all of you will still pass if only one of you remains when it’s defeated; individual letter grades will be different depending how much you fumble through this. I suggest you take this time discussion any plan of attack. Break a leg.*walks off* Not really though!

Summer: Five minutes. Wanna go over the game plan one more time?

Valerie:Didn’t commit it to memory last night Snow Princess?

Summer:You were the one dozing in and out during the video call. Do you remember everything?

Valerie:*red* Hehehe, ya got me. Nicholas...?

Nicholas:The Paladin is equipped with rubber bullets, stun lasers, concussion grenade, and thrusters for maneuverability. Not to mention it could just out right hit us with its body. It is made out of the finest metal; annoyingly hard to scratch. Fortunately, so are our weapons.

Summer:One lap around the track is three miles and the Paladin starts in the middle. No doubt able to attack with at least it’s bullets and maybe it’s laser from that position. Long ways, going from one end of the track to the other his half the distance, 1.5 miles, or 7920 feet.

Valerie:If it’s in the middle then we’re actually going .75 miles, 3960 feet. Definitely within laser range.

Nicholas:Traveling .75 miles is also the total distance walking across the track going from the short ways. Making reaching the center .375 miles, 1980 feet wouldn’t be too unbelievable for its concussion grenades to reach us.

Summer:Spatial awareness is everything. We can bait out certain attacks to deplete its ammo. Adjusting accordingly, even when it moves. So let’s-

Valerie:That’s right! Keep different distances from different positions. I knew I’d remember eventually. We’ll rotate between long, mid, and close range when necessary. I’ll get in close.

Nicholas:I’ll start in midrange

Summer:Leave long range to me then. I’ll cover both of you so don’t worry.

Harriet: 30 seconds!

Nicholas:Looks like we’re good to go. Valerie, Summer you’re sort of cornerstones of this.

Valerie:Huh?

Summer:What’s that mean?

Nick:As long as you’re the one watching me Summer then I know you’ll never let me fall. You seem to always give me what I need before even I do. Reading each other is second nature at this point. Valerie, your pure strength and will has always inspired me during any battlefield or boring situation. That’s why I push myself, so I can keep up. Let me not forget how amazing your semblance is as well. Couch Bree wanted both of you for this because she knows the three of us are a force to be recognized. Passing this exam was never insane in my eyes. So thanks for believing in me. I’ll do all that I can.

Harriet: 10 seconds!!!

The two of them were stunned by his words. His genuine confession of his feelings about the pair. Summer’s eyes looked like they were dancing while Valerie couldn’t help but be a little touched by the praise. It was lucky that the cool air already had her face a bit red. They locked eyes and gave a smile as well as a nod. They weren’t going to misplace trust.

Harriet:Three!!!!

Valerie:We got this.

Harriet:Two!!!

Summer:Easy A

Harriet:One!!!

Nicholas:Let’s get to it then...

Harriet:Beg-

All three dash at the same time. Valerie straight ahead, Summer to the far left end, and Nicholas around to the right. “ LET’S GO!”

Part 9

[boredinterview]

Libby Jansing on self-care, snickerdoodles, and divinity.

H: what are you wearing?

L: I’m wearing a striped rainbow sweater and this corduroy jumper thing my aunt got me for Christmas like two years ago. it was hers when she was younger and she gave it to me. she’s like “I saw it and I thought of you!” she’s my godmother.

H: my nanny texted me this morning when I was at cece’s, this picture of these overalls she saw on a facebook ad. she was like “these look like you”, they had like flowers all up and down.

L: that’s so sweet, I love that! I call my grandma nanny too.

H: oh yeah! I feel like we’ve talked about that before.

L: yeah, I love when other people call their grandma, nanny. It’s so sweet. my grandpa who I didn’t really know—he died when I was little—but we called him poppy.

H: dude! I call my grandpa pops, but then on my other side of my family, my dads mom is called grandy. which, she chose that name for herself. she started enforcing it when I was in the womb. and my grandpa, he died when I was little too, but we called him pawpaw.

L: that’s really sweet, I love that. my catholic grandparents were just grandma and grandpa which is like such catholic shit.

H: basic, straightforward, down to business. No frills whatsoever.

L: exactly!

H: so, describe your idea of self-care.

L: I think for me it shifts and changes depending on how I’m feeling. I’ve been really focusing on astrology lately and I think the transits really effect how I interact and take care of myself. It’s been a lot of trying to start new things which I think is because of aries season. starting new things—not even necessarily finishing them—but just starting them is making me feel good. and honestly still just like taking baths every day.

H: yeah, that’s so nice. what kind of new things have you been starting? like creative projects?

L: I’ve started a few things. I’m still working on five commissions that I have left which are projects I need to prioritize since you know they’re for people. I’ve been paid for them so I have to finish them, but I’m getting close on all of them which is good. I purchased a printer so I can print off the shipping labels.

H: hell yeah, that’s great!

L: also my friend Kelly and I are starting a podcast!

H: (excited gasp)

L: it’s an astrology podcast. we also talk about politics, we just have the best interactive mercury signs with one another. I have a gemini mercury and hers is in aries so we just talk talk talk and can’t stop. I’m always thinking constantly but I don’t always take note, I’m better at communicating my ideas out loud rather than writing them out so I’m excited to be communicating on a level like that.

H: yes! that’s so good.

L: yeah, so that’s been fun. I’ve been baking a lot too which I don’t really do usually.

H: amazing. what have you made?

L: I made snickerdoodles the other day just because I had those ingredients in the apartment and like.. they were so good! I felt like I did a really good job.

H: I love snickerdoodle ice cream.

L: snickerdoodles I think are my favorite cookies. I love cinnamon.

H: same! what is something that brings you joy lately?

L: I watch the British baking show a lot, and that brings me joy.

H: I love that show. I need to catch up on it, I know they switched out some of the hosts right? Like Mary Berry isn’t on it anymore.

L: I don’t think anyone’s the same. I haven’t watched the new seasons at all. like the two hosts—I don’t know anyone’s name on it at all—they’re introduced like every episode and I can never remember any names except for Mary Berry. her name is so easy. I know most of them are gone now though.

H: the old ones are nostalgic.

L: it totally does feel like that.

H: okay, what do you miss?

L: I miss thrifting honestly. going to antique stores and just looking at things. I don’t miss buying things, I miss browsing. also I really miss my friends.

H: I feel you. I miss both of those things a lot too.

L: yeah! I miss flea markets.

H: I’ve been so tired of all my clothes too which is so inconvenient! I’m trying to think what I can do at home to alter my clothes.

L: same! I don’t want to online shop for anything that isn’t essential either cause I just feel like that’s shitty.

H: I know. I feel like it’s a little bit irresponsible in a lot of cases.

L: yeah same. I’m also excited to get back in the studio. tommy and I are sharing that studio in Brighton.

H: yeah! the space looks great!

L: it’s part of sew valley. it isn’t really working right now, like their production isn’t going right now. I’m just excited to make clothes but I think I’m going to start crocheting clothes as well.

H: yeah that’s awesome you can just make new shit! It’s a good skill.

what do you not miss?

L: I do not miss working at all. honestly I’ve needed to go to therapy less during this time.

H: (laughing)

L: it’s fucked up. literally that’s how bad capitalism is. like, it’s shitty both ways because I’m not making any money right now and unemployment is really hard to get for whatever reason, but I’m so happy to not be at a restaurant every day. Honestly I think I’ve decided to go to a state school and get my masters in something. I’m thinking about going back to school—that’s what this time is giving me.

H: that’s awesome!

L: yeah.

H: the restaurant industry is so crazy sometimes because it feels like every single day just piles on and you don’t really have time to consider shit like that.

L: not at all.

H: you’re just so spent all the time.

L: yeah I was constantly tired. It was really hard to make things during that time too, I found myself very mentally exhausted all the time. I don’t have the temperament or personality to be a host. I can fake being sweet in that position but it’s hard to be on all the time.

H: yeah, I think that’s the hardest part about it. If you’re having an off day talking to the people who don’t care about you and don’t show you respect is really difficult.

L: yes. that’s exactly it. there’s always people that you meet who are nice, but even people who are kind to you and nice—it can still be exhausting after a while.

H: yeah it’s just so high volume.

L: yes!

H: what is something beautiful you’ve seen lately?

L: there’s a german sheperd that lives above me and this dog is so beautiful. sometimes it sounds like there’s a horse above me (laughing) but this dog is so pretty. I love seeing him every day.

H: that’s beautiful, I love that. that’s a great answer to that question.

describe your concept of divinity.

L: that is such an intense question but I love it. I had a super religious upbringing, going to a catholic school all my life and like even my preschool was Christian. I think I went to one year of public school when I was five. it was a young fives program and it was like… fucking amazing. the public school systems are amazing, we were like planting things in the ground. I think because of that it really engrained in me a need for ritual. catholics are very ritualistic. It’s a very clear stepping stone to me to get into my own spirituality. when I realized, you know—christianity isn’t it. It’s not great. It’s not for me and I don’t think it’s like, net good for the world. I always felt spiritual and connected whether it’s like to other people or the divinity in each other. I feel like everyone has divinity within themselves and it’s just about accessing it and respecting it. I feel like I more so practice it than I know what it is. you know what I mean?

H: totally, it’s a feeling.

L: yeah absolutely. I don’t know what it is. astrology is super important to my spiritual practice and tarot. I don’t know how it works, but it works you know? I don’t understand how these things happen. I love mystery and the mystical. I would be so bummed if I didn’t have that in my life. things that you can’t explain—I think that to me is what divinity is. I see it around me all the time.

H: thank you so much, that was awesome to hear.

L: I love that question. what is it for you, harris?

H: oh man! now I’m being interviewed. I am coming from a similar mind as you. I was not raised religious. I have people in my family like my grandparents are christians but even then we only went to church when I was really little so it didn’t have like a lasting effect on me. in terms of religion I was afraid that it might be real just because of hell, and then I rejected that pretty early once I started to like feel …gay. I was like “this doesn’t add up.”

L: yeah! harris, when I was little and I was like “oh… girls are pretty” probably around eight or something—my reaction was like “I’m going to be a nun when I’m older so I don’t have to think about sex” genuinely! That was my reaction.

H: wow!

L: I feel like I didn’t reject it, I went extreme. that’s like the guilt that comes especially with catholicism, it’s a religion built on guilt. it’s like even if you are worthy of god you’re still a sinner, it’s all built on guilt and like how shit you are as a person. it’s not great, you know? but you started to reject it after you were feeling gay?

H: yeah I stopped putting any stock into religion at all. but I have always been very spiritual as well. I’ve always felt like similar to you, a feeling of connection with my surroundings and things I can’t see or explain. I love astrology because it’s this weird cosmic thing that is just so fun to talk and learn about and somehow rings true. I don’t understand how it’s so accurate but it is. I love the moon (laughing) I love—not to get all over here with it—

L: get over there with it!

H: (laughing) I think poetry is a part of it for me as well, just conjuring things up that feel like they come from somewhere else. there are things that are impossible to understand which is crazy and cool.

L: yeah, I love that. that’s beautiful. thank you harris.

H: yes, thank you!

the next question, what’s your favorite body part?

L: oh my god my favorite body part. I feel like hands are my favorite utility. I’m so grateful for my hands, I think about it all the time. the cutest part for me though is definitely noses. everyone has a good nose.

H: I agree, I agree.

L: it’s such a fixation for people, like an insecurity but I literally see everyone’s nose and I’m like “that’s a cute nose.”

H: yeah! there’s no such thing as a bad nose.

L: no, noses are amazing, I love them. and I feel like smell is such an interesting sense too. it’s so connected with taste. do you remember that chef’s table episode where the chef has cancer on his tongue and he loses the ability to taste and smell the food?

H: yeah!

L: I think about that a lot. smell and taste is so important especially if your life is devoted to it. it does bring a different aspect of joy to life. the external part of it but its function too.

H: yeah, its amazing that he was able to continue and find new ways of creating with food.

L: yeah, so cool!

H: tell me something stupid.

L: (laughing) I could say so many things. because I’m in this new space, this new apartment, my body hasn’t figured out how to be in it yet. I live very much from the shoulders up.

H: YES!

L: and like, from shoulders down we don’t really know what’s happening. it’s a mind of its own. I’m very clumsy. my dad used to call me a bull in a china shop when I was growing up, and that rings true! I’m genuinely not aware of my body. I feel like that’s the gemini stellium, I’m very in the brain and not where the body is. I keep hitting this part of my leg in the same spot every single day and I have this giant bruise. It’s getting bigger because I keep hitting it. It’s in the bathroom, the toilet is just in this location that my body hasn’t gotten adjusted to. it’s the outside of my knee.

H: fuck. you’re body just isn’t with it yet.

L: it usually isn’t with it and in this moment it just has no idea.

H: I hope you start adjusting soon!

L: me too Harris! I think I will. tommy said it’s probably just a matter of time.

H: (laughing) I don’t love that for you but I love it.

L: it’s one of those things I’ll cry in frustration about and then laugh over how silly that is.

H: do you have any confessions to make?

L: (laughing) forgive me harris for I have sinned! confessions, oh my god. I’m transported. probably, you know! I hear my neighbor groaning and moaning a lot and I feel like I’m being too hard on him, you know what I mean? I feel like he’s just a person but my brain is taking me to this place. I feel like he’s an incel that’s going to kill me, and I know that’s irrational. he’s probably just living his life. I have to be careful for myself. I feel like I judge people too hard from a safety standpoint sometimes but I think that’s also without a basis.

Madison: I feel like you’re really good at meeting people though and then changing it. you’re good at not letting your initial judgements cloud when you meet someone.

L: thank you so much Madison, that makes me feel a lot better. I feel like my scorpio rising energy makes me not trust people right away but I try to not let that influence too much. sometimes you have to listen to your intuition but I don’t want it to get in the way of me treating people like people.

H: totally! I also feel like that instinct comes from a place of being a person in the world who is vulnerable. the hesitation is understandable. it’s not necessarily bad.

L: I’m okay having it and I should listen to myself when I’m really feeling something but I don’t want it to get in the way of treating people with humanity, that’s my fear with it. I want to be actively aware of that portion in my brain that jumps there immediately.

H: that’s a practice everybody should be doing definitely.

L: yes, in multiple ways.

H: to bring it to a close I’m going to ask you a series of one word questions.

wanting?

L: food. I’m hungry.

H: wishing?

L: I’m always wishing. fantasy, that’s me. I’m always a little bit in the clouds sometimes.

H: advice?

L: If you have any I’ll take it.

H: I’ll get back to you on that.

L: anyone who feels like they have advice to give me, I’m open. I’m usually not for unsolicited advice but I’m asking for it right now.

H: allowing?

L: myself and others to make more mistakes and not punish them for it. holding people accountable but allowing people to grow and make mistakes.

H: doing?

L: doing crafts! yeah. that’s my answer.

[zanesgirlfriend]

Prom | Vlog Squad

Description: Blurbs of how each vs member would ask the reader to a charity 'influencers prom' (basically just promposals)

DISCLAIMER: I'm doing this as if everyone is single/likes girls. Like Mariah and Heath are obvs dating but they would both prompose so differently.

Requested by @character-development : inspired by David's new Prom ad thing, can u write how each member would ask the reader to prom (or a prom-like event) like cute prom-posal U R GOLD

Most of these are like cheesy prom poster things but it's still cute!

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BOYS

David: chipotle

You were going to prompose to David. He was too busy with other things to think of something fun and elaborate, but it was okay, you enjoyed the fun.

"Can you pick me up Chipotle?" He asked you on the phone, just as you knew he would. You happily obliged, already knowing he was gonna ask. You ordered the typical Dobrik Burrito and something for yourself before hopping back in your car. You took out your sharpie and wrote on the foil before putting his burrito back into the bag.

"Let's eat!" You hollered at him as you walked through the door. He smiled and joined you at the kitchen island. "This one's yours." You handed him the burrito upside down, so he wouldn't see the writing quite yet. Then you pulled out your food and the extra guac.

David smiled to himself as he read the foil.

Will you be my BAE-RITTO at prom?

It was the perfect amount of clever and stupid and he burst out into laughter.

"Fuck yeah!" He laughed at you before pulling out his phone to take a picture.

"What are you doing?" You asked between giggles. He started recording and pointed the phone toward you.

"Y/n just promposed to me. I'm her bae-ritto now!" He laughed as he posted the silly Instagram story.

-

Zane: drunk

You two had spent all night in his house. You had a Domino's feast and watched some movies as you got drunk together. Monopoly had become obsolete, long abandoned to play some simple card games instead. The two of you had crushed and entire case of beer and a bottle of whiskey, and you both felt like time was going in slow motion.

You didn't know when you two had gone to his room, but you didn't really care. You made jokes, talked about random shit, and cuddled for a while.

You felt each other drifting off, and right as you were falling asleep, Zane opened his mouth.

"Y/n?" He asked. You laid your head on his chest and tangled your legs with his.

"Yeah?" You whispered, a little too focused on his every move. All of his little mannerisms made you smile, and you didn't want to miss a single one.

"Will you go to prom with me?" His words were slurred, but you knew they were sincere. You also knew that he would never remember this, and probably try to ask you again in some big elaborate way.

"Why don't you ask me again in the morning?" You smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

-

Heath: golf

"Do you wanna come to the driving range with me?" Heath asked you during dinner, not wanting to go alone.

"I'm gonna suck, but sure!" You agreed. You spent the night together, putting on stupid golf outfits and driving out to the local driving range. You talked about anything and everything as you golfed.

You were horrible, as predicted, but he didn't really care. It was nice to just spend time with you.

"Are you going to that prom thing next month?" You asked him, genuinely curious. He hit another ball before turning back to you.

"I wasn't going to, are you?" He asked in return. You shook your head no. "Why not?" He walked towards you and you got up to take your turn.

"I don't have anyone to go with." You sounded sad, hoping he would ask you as you gripped the golf club.

"Let's go together." Heath suggested. You smiled to yourself before hitting the ball.

"Okay."

-

Todd: song

Todd was annoying the fuck out of his piano teacher. Begging him to teach the skills to play a certain chord progression. He practiced it every day for a month before he finally felt confident enough to show you.

And it was impressive. You sat next to him on the bench, listening to the soft love song he played. He belted the bridge, or what you thought was the bridge until your name came up. It echoed through the room sounding beautiful.

"Y/n will you go to prom with me?" He repeated over and over, using the same melody as the original song. You sung along, harmonizing with him.

"Toddy will you go to prom with me?" You sang to the same tune, before both of you reached the end of the song

"Yes." You said in unison, now in a regular voice. You both laughed an smiled as you thought about what you'd just done.

"That was beautiful." You giggled to him.

"Not as beautiful as you." He said in a serious tone before kissing you on the cheek.

-

Scott: shelter

"Let's go the animal shelter." Scott suggested to you. You were elated at the thought, not even knowing what he had in store. He'd got a custom tag made and attached it to a small collar that he kept in his pocket.

You enjoyed the ride there, but were even happier once you arrived. There were a bunch of cute little puppies and you couldn't wait to pet all of them.

"Can we play with these ones?" Scott asked the lady that was guiding you through their pens. She smiled and nodded before scooping up an armfull of tiny dogs. She led you into a pen outside and released all the little puppies. They all had on tiny colorful collars to distinguish them. They ran around in the grass, jumping on your lap and giving you lots of kisses.

"I think one of their collars came off." Scott pointed to his special collar that he'd dropped on the grass behind you. You spun around and grabbed it before reading the tag.

Prom?

You looked up at Scott and smiled.

"There's no way one of them is named Prom? is there?" You were dumbfounded for a moment before figuring it out. "Oh my God I'm dumb." Realization hit your face. Scott laughed at your stupidity before asking you himself.

"Will you go to prom with me?" He chuckled.

"Yes." You said in a pouty way, embarrassed by your oversight.

-

Jeff: hike

"Nobody else will go with me." Jeff begged you. He wasn't necessarily lying, but it wasn't the full truth. He told everyone he wanted to hike alone today, just so he could convince you to come with him.

You agreed, knowing he would buy you lunch after and it would be nice quality time with him. The hike was fun. You raced a little bit, and talked about some vlog squad gossip that was going around. Then you made it to the top. Jeff helped you up to the very top of a rock and you two sat there, resting for a bit.

"Isn't this beautiful?" Jeff asked you as he looked out at the view.

"Amazing." You watched a bird fly over the city before glancing at Jeff. He was already looking at you.

"Do you wanna be my date to prom?" He nudged your shoulder lightly as his dimples appeared.

"Yes, I can't wait to see you in a tux." She joked before nudging him back.

-

Matt: escape room

You two were always doing escape rooms. But this one was your favorite. They'd just added a new room, and you were both ecstatic about it.

"I keep finding letters!" You hollered at Matt as you two felt around the room for clues.

"There's a board thing here, I think we have to put in a message." He pretended to speculate even though he already knew the answer. The hour ticked by fast, finding more and more letters and solving puzzles to find even more. You'd spent the last fifteen minutes trying to find some sort of hint to what the message should be about.

"Matt we only have two minutes left!" You screamed at him.

"I got it!" He ran over to the letters, rearranging them. You read each word until the sentence finally formed.

When we escape, will you go to prom with me?

You looked at him as if he was an idiot. "Matt this is not the time for games we only have a min-" Your voice ceased as a panel popped open in the wall. It had two buttons.

YES NO

"Matt what is going on?" You asked before glancing at the clock again. thirty seconds.

"Quick, yes or no! Will you go to prom with me?!" He screamed at you, pointing towards the buttons.

"Yes!" You screamed as you hit the YES button. The timer stopped and the exit door opened.

"Yay!" Matt hopped up and down, but you stared at him.

"Matt." You said.

"Yeah?" He asked, already knowing your question.

"Was this all and elaborate way to ask me to prom?"

"Yep!"

-

GIRLS

Natalie: donuts

At first glance, people would think what Natalie did was basic or cheesy, but they don't know the whole story. She'd taken you out to a donut shop twice a week for the past month. It was like your special little thing together. It was almost like she was training you to love donuts, but that wasn't very hard.

By the time the day of the promposal came around, you were the one waking her up to go get donuts. You two crawled out of bed, still in pajamas as you drove to your favorite donut shop. It was early, the sun had barely risen, but the bakers were already preparing your special donuts.

You walked in the shop, hand in hand and sipped some coffee as you watched them fill the donut cases like you usually did.

"They're spelling out something." You told Natalie. She looked up from her phone, trying to act inconspicuous. You two watched carefully as they placed the donuts sporadically. They knew if they placed them in order you would figure it out immediately.

It started with a question mark at the bottom of the case, then a few vowels here and there, and slowly the message started to come together.

W I L L Y O U G O

T O P R O M

W I T H M E ?

You turned to Natalie, but she was already smiling at you.

"Will you?" She asked. You smiled and walked up to the counter. A worker smiled at you.

"Can you rearrange the letters to spell 'yes'?"

-

Mariah: tumble

Mariah rehearsed the dance number for two weeks, making sure everything was perfect. She had backup dancers and lights and costumes and everything. She told you to come watch the dress rehearsal for some dance recital she was in, and you happily agreed.

You sat in the nearly empty audience, so happy to see what she's been working on. Mariah never seemed to be nervous for past performances, but this one was different. She was jumping up and down, shaking her limbs out over and over, very nervous and excited to ask you to prom.

The lights dimmed and dancers adorned the stage, getting in position. The music started and you knew something was up. It was your favorite song. The dancers started their routine and you were amazed. It was beautiful. Mariah walked out of stage and joined the group, leading them in a floor-work section of mostly tumbling and gymnastics during the bridge of the song.

Just as the song came to a dramatic close, the lighting changed and a backdrop fell behind them.

Y/N, I'D FLIP IF YOU WOULD TUMBLE TO PROM WITH ME!

You started to cry before walking onstage.

"So?" She asked you, slightly out of breath. You smiled and hugged her sweaty body.

"Yes!"

-

Kristen: waddle

Kristen stayed up all night long making the poster. It was black and white with glitter writing and perfectly aligned letters. She knew you would find it cute and adorable. It wasn't until the next night that she finally slipped away from you long enough to do it.

Her nerves were exploding out of her chest as she got dressed. She could barely hold the poster up she was so nervous. Before she came down the hallway, she took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" Kristen screamed down the hallway at you.

"Yes!" You hollered back, adjusting the camera. You thought you were just filming an outfit video. Your mouth hung open as she waddled around the corner. She was dressed in a penguin onesie and held a posterboard behind her back.

"Oh my God!" You giggled at her and she made a stupid face at you before flipping the sign around.

Will you make my day and WADDLE to prom with me?

There were cute drawings and stickers of penguins all over. The yellow trimmed black letters popped off of the board and a few flakes of glitter were strewn about. You smiled, tears filling your eyes as you walked over to her.

"Of course!" You embraced her and laughed as you messed with the little beak on her penguin onesie.

-

Carly: starbucks

You'd gotten coffee with Carly almost every day for a year. So of course she would have to include it in her promposal. She usually picked you up before starting the day, and you went to Starbucks together. Today she asked you to meet her there.

Immediately you were suspicious, but figured she was just out and about and didn't have time to come get you. You drove yourself to the usual location, and found a nice parking spot. You'd barely walked inside when you saw her.

She was standing with a big cardboard cutout of a starbucks drink in her hands. It was decorated with the words:

Prom is a GRANDE event. It would mean a LATTE if you went with me!

You were too excited to speak. You nodded your head yes before bringing her in for a hug. Green confetti fell around you and someone handed you your usual order.

-

Erin: scar

Another day, just hanging out with Erin on her couch. You two had just ordered food, and were in the middle of binge watching something on Netflix. Erin was excited, but tried as hard as possible to keep her cool.

"Oh! Remember when I got that cyst taken out?" She asked you between episodes.

"Yeah?" You nodded wondering what cool medical fact she was going to tell you.

"The scar doesn't look like a normal scar. Like, I swear it spells something out." She sat up. You became very interested.

"What? Let me see." You turned your whole body towards her, curious to see what she was talking about.

She lifted up her sweatshirt and there, on her scar, was the word Prom? written with a sharpie. She laughed a little too hard, and so did you.

"This is the dumbest promposal, but yes." You laughed between words, almost in tears.

"I know, but yay!" Erin opened her arms up for a hug which you gladly received.

-

Corinna: tiara

Her best friend helped her make the poster, but Corinna spent most of her time at Tiffany&Co. She spent a week finding a ring that you would love, and another week waiting for it to be engraved. Of course Corinna went all out for you, she always did.

It turned into a big elaborate plan that David filmed for the vlog. Another "lay down blindfolded" type of thing. You were scared shitless, having no idea what was about to unfold.

"Sit in this chair and wear this." David said to you, handing you a shirt to use as a blindfold. You reluctantly agreed and sat down.

"Is it gonna bite me?" You asked as your legs bounced up and down.

"Maybe!" He laughed, his voice getting distant as he walked to the other side of the room. You heard footsteps walk into the room and someone pulled your blindfold off.

Corinna was in front of you. She looked beautiful, and she was holding a big blue posterboard. It said Y/n&Co. across the top, and the question "You know what has a nice RING to it?" You cocked your head to the side, happy but confused. Was she proposing? or something else.

"What?" You asked, perplexed by the smile on her face. You then noticed the small box in her hand. She knelt down in front of you, opening the box towards you. Inside was a beautiful ring, white gold and shaped like a tiara. There were small diamonds adorning the design and you immediately wondered how much it cost.

"Pick it up." She demanded gently. You complied, picking up the beautiful ring. As you inspected it you noticed the engraving on the inside.

Prom?

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I hope yall enjoyed this!!! it was really fun to do :) also tell me which one was your favorite :)

[crazyfreckledginger]

The Outlaws x Reader x Deadpool - “Team Red” [Part 14]

A/N: Oh my goood, this is the last part! T-T I hope you all liked this series as much as I did! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Warning: a little nudity, drinking, grumpy Wade and jealous Jason.

“One more shot!” Roy cheered as a shirtless Wade poured alcohol in Jason’s glass again.

“Come on, baby!” She encouraged, rubbing his arm in encouragement as he shook his head, feeling his cheeks flush a little .

“Here goes nothing,” he bit his lip, pushing the glass to his lips and downing the licking. Jason gritted his teeth, feeling it burn the back of his throat, “mmh, good shit!”

“Roy, it’s your turn, (Y/N) and I did, go before it’s too late!” Jason placed another glass in front of the ginger.

“Let’s get it on!!”

Turns out the whole who-gets-drunk-first-competition wasn’t a good idea, Roy was somehow sprawled over the glass table in front of the Are you still watching? Netflix menu, snoring softly, Wade was snoozing against the foot of the couch, head leaning back against the couch pillow.

Jason and (Y/N) were a bundle of limbs snuggling into each other like a drunken couple.

“Someone turn those stupid lights off,” Wade grumbled lazily, placing his arm over his eyes.

“Mmh,” the girl shuffled slowly, she frowned deeply before taking agonisingly long to open and adjust herself to the light.

“That’s the sun, dumbass,” she grumbled, before snuggling more into Jason’s chest and closing her eyes again.

“What time is it, Jay?” (Y/N) sensed he woke. Lazily, Jason extended an arm to the glass table, swatting Roy’s bicep away, eyes still closed and turning on his phone.

“Wade, what time is it?” He murmured in the girl’s hair.

“Turn it around,” The merc instructed. Jason did as he was told but accidentally dropped the phone out of his fingers.

“Whoops,”

“AH FUCK!” He yelled, holding his crotch after the device fell right on his baby maker (lmaoo omg). Jason and (Y/N) cringed lightly as the girl chuckled in his chest.

“So, uh, Wade, what time is it?” The Wayne asked again.

“11: 25, asshole,” The mutant groaned in pain.

“At least you’re awake now,” The girl snorted finally awakened by her teammate’s friend. Sitting up slowly, she held her head in pain.

“Aah, was yesterday really a good idea?”

“At least we didn’t have drunken sex, I wanna remember how it feels to have sex with you,” Jason smirked smugly, eyes still shut. Her head snapped in his direction before slapping his thigh hard.

“Ah!”

“Since Wade wants to show everyone his new looks, how about we go out this afternoon, say, to the beach?” she proposed.  

“We’re a bit hangover over here,” Roy grunted, finally wake up.

“But fresh air will do us some good, come on guys,” She ushered, slowly standing up, “besides, it could be a little vacation for us.”

*****

“Wow, so beautiful! Don’t you miss a sight like this Jason?” (Y/N) pulled his arm hurriedly.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he grumbled, “how about just here, it’s fine!” the man pointed to a nice area with a few people a comfortable distance away.

“Alright, fine you lazy oaf,” she grinned, helping him lay out the towels and the beach umbrella, “perfect,”

They both laid down on the towels, sighing in content. Jason readjusted his sunglasses before glancing over at the girl who was putting sunscreen on her legs and arms.

“You like what you see?” she sensed his eyes on her.

“Always,” he admitted.

“Can you help me?” Her hand extended the bottle to him as her back faced him.

“Sure.” The raven haired man sat up and put cream on his palm.

“YOU HAVE BEEN GRACED WITH OUR PRESENCE!” Roy cheered as he ran in the sun, dropping his things beside his teammates and rushing into the water.

“My god, it’s like he’s never had a hangover in the first place,” Jason shook his head as his eyes peeled towards Wade who had the same intention but was walking a lot slower. His shoulders were crouched over and he dragged his feet in the sand with a gloomy look.

“He looks like a hangover is the only thing he has,” (Y/N) teased, humming as he massaged her back.

“This is nice isn’t it?” The (H/C) haired inquired after thanking him and staring at him as he did the same to his body.

“Yeah, I guess,” he nodded, not wanting to meet her I-told-you-so expression.

They sat there, talking about everything and anything, occasionally hearing loud splashes below them as Roy soaked Wade like a little child as the latter just stood there unimpressed. So grumpy when he’s tired and hangover.

“Wanna go for ice cream?” The beautiful girl suggested.

“Yep!” He nodded eagerly, standing up after her, “guys, keep an eye on our stuff,” was his order before he scurried to her side. As the girl scanned over the flavours, Jason turned around, waiting in the queue. Suddenly, he frowned.

Why does that car look so familiar?

“Jason!”

“Yes, sorry, I’ll take a scoop of cookie dough and a scoop of chocolate,”

“What was with that look on your face before?” The girl questioned as they walked back to the beach.

“Nothing, just a thought,” he dismissed, licking his ice cream.

“Oh my god, Jason?” A voice called out as they sat on Wade and Roy’s chairs to finish their ice cream.

“Huh?” The man in question gazed up in confusion before his eyes widened.

“Dick??” The girl beamed widely.

“Oh no,” Jason shook his head.

“Wow! You look hot in swimming shorts,” her eyes trailed over his abs before setting on his grin.

“You look beautiful as always,” Dick flirted back. Two other heads popped up by his side.

“Who’s she?” The youngest grimaced as the second youngest raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Way out of your league for sure,”  The first robin chuckled.

“Okay, this is an absolute no!” Jason shot off his seat, scooping the girl in his arms and making her drop her ice cream in the process, “Roy, Wade, pack up, we’re leaving!”

“My ice cream,” the girl sobbed.

“What? But we just got here!!” Roy frowned.

“Well fine, we’re leaving then!” Jason turned around, “Sayonara!” he snapped before rushing off.

“No wait, we’re coming!” the ginger raced towards their things.

“Why is he in a rush?” Tim asked.

“What the hell was that,” The girl slapped Jason’s arm once he let her go behind the ice cream shop, “I was having a good time and you made me drop my ice cream!” (Y/N) looked like everything had been taken away for her.

“I’ll buy you another ice cream,” The Wayne’s arms slid around her waist as he slowly backed her against the wall.

“What are you doing?” she shook her head in confusion.

“Claiming you,” he grunted before kissing her hungrily. The girl hummed, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“What was that for?” she asked, trying to catch her breath after that electrifying kiss, “wait, were you jealous?”

“N-no,” he blushed.

“Oh, baby, you were,” she cooed, cupping his cheek.

“I said I wasn’t,” the man denied again.

“Uh huh, well,” it was her turn to blush, “I’m yours, I-I mean, I’m only yours,” her nose touched his as her eyes stared intently at his.

“You mean l-like-”

“Yes!”

“Should I-”

“Don’t make it too cheesy for me,” the girl teased, “my cute blushy boyfriend.”

“S-stop!”

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[winterwolf0916]

How the BatBoys met you.

There are many ways how they met you or even first words. I'll give a few places and dialogues here and there. So enjoy~ also a bit of a warning, my writing might seem horrible. Anywho, here ya go.

Dick

You both met while you were on the roof tops eating your cereal and gazing at the beautiful city lights since you felt bored and cramped in your apartment. Dick thought you were about to jump off considering the fact you were on the very edge of building and it was really dark so he couldn't see the utensil in your grasp or the bowl. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you back. Your cereal fell in the depths of the city.

Y/n: WHAT THE HELL?!

Dick: what the hell? WHAT THE HELL?! You were about to jump to your death! A simple thank you would be nice for saving your skin!

Y/n: jumping off?...to my death?...

Dick:...wasn't that what you were going to do?

Y/n: Dropping my CEREAL TO DEATH IS WHAT YOU DID!

Dick:... Woooops...

Dick: I can make it up to you...

Y/n: that is?

Dick: I'll bring cereal and we'll talk.

Y/n:...fine... But bring f/c! If not cancel the meeting!

Dick: yes ma'am.

2. You were one of the new recruits in the GCPD. Once you walked in and you were introduced to the other officers. Dick's heart couldn't be calmed, it was beating rapidly, and his hands became sweaty once he first saw you.

Random officer: and this is officer Richard Grayson.

Y/n: hello~

Dick:....

Random officer: *whispers to Dick* Dick! Introduce yourself to the new recruit. She ain't gonna bite.

Dick: *secretly wipes hand on pants and extends a hand to you.* H-hi name's Richard Grayson.

Random officer: *facepalm*

Y/n: *giggles* I know that.

Dick: you do?! Oh right...You don't have to call me officer Grayson. My friends call me Dick-I-I mean you can call me Dick.

Y/n: *shakes Dick's hand* haha. Name’s Y/n L/n, Dick.

Let's just say you both were assigned for a steak out for petty crooks. You both enjoyed talking in the car and became friends right away. You both caught the crooks and he offered to buy you some donuts after. ;)

Jason

At the bar. Basically Jason just came to drink his problems away. And you came because Riddler's Henchmen we're doing a weapon trading in the building. His eyes caught your figure and his heart started to beat faster. You sat on the stools and he scooted next to you. You were looking through your phone boredly and he finally spoke.

Jason: Want a drink?

Y/n:*keeps looking through phone*

He thought you were one of those girls that are hard to get so he decides to flirt.

Jason: Hello there~ care for a drink?

Y/n:*keeps ignoring but actually heard him. Though he was just a drunk pervert.*

Jason: Hey, do you-*places hand on shoulder and shakes you a little*

You took alarm that someone was touching you. You flipped him on the table that sent splinters to fly. He groaned loudly then he opened his eyes. You held your breath of how gorgeous his eyes are. 

Y/n: Oh! Sorry sir-I didn't I thought you were- I thought you were drunk.

Jason: Its fine hehe. Nice reflexes. 

Y/n: Thank you.

Later on you both spent time together in the bar talking. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom and you changed to your suit. Right when you were about to take down Riddler’s men guess who came to the party to stop him as well. Red Bucket-I mean Red Hood. You both teamed up and took them down. You both shared your identities and bought a drink for each other.

2. He was driving around in Gotham after a heated argument with Bruce. And surprisingly maneuvering his motorcycle calms him down. Along with small stunts. He stopped on a red light and a deep breath remembering the arguments and yelling. His eyes wandered to the buildings but stopped at a coffee shop. You were sitting on a chair in nicely and comfortable attire while typing on your computer. His eyes never left your figure and his mouth was slightly open. The way how your h/c locks is naturally resting on your head. Your face lighting up when your beverage arrived. And he’s not forgetting how gorgeous your eyes look. He’s been staring for quite a while that he forgot the light turned green and cars honked behind him to move. He shook his head and drove forward but stopped by another red light.

Should he go back? What kind of beautiful woman is doing in a dangerous city like Gotham? He wanted to know more about you. He took a turn and entered the parking lot trying to find you. His heart dropped that the seat you were sitting in, was empty. Was he hallucinating? Or did she actually left? He lost hope and drove full speed to the exit. But you came out of the coffee shop and strolled to the middle of the street where he was about to leave. Right when you heard the engine you gazed at the driver and Jason gazed back at you. He took alarm that you were there and turned sharply. The wheels of his bike squeaked on the pavement and his motorbike was turned to the side and rolled into a wall of the coffee shop along tumbling onto chairs and tables. 

You took alarm and ran to him to see if he was ok. Customers came out of the shop and helped by moving the chairs and tables off of Jason. His bike was crushing his leg. The customers lifted it up while you and another person dragged him away. He was heavy. As you took off his helmet, you couldn't stop staring at his jawline and raven hair that matted his head. As he caught your eyes you snap out of your trance and scanned his figre to see if he had any other injuries.

Y/N: Are you alright?!

Jason: *stares at your eyes with a dreamy look* I am now.

Tim

There was an attack in the city. And a car was flying right at your direction. You shut your eyes shut and braced yourself for the impact but instead of a hard and crushing moment, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you fast. The sound of the car crashing onto the pavement made your eyes flicker. As you gazed at the broken vehicle that was about to end your life, your eyes travels to your hero. Red Robin (yum!)

Tim: are you alright?

Y/n: *wraps arms around him tightly for an embrace and squeeze your eyes shut.*

Tim: o-oh...u-uh...

You can hear his heartbeat rising that might explode in his chest. You couldn't help but squeeze tighter. He saved you. An innocent citizen about to be killed. Even thought he saved others in the past, you felt amazed and relived that some people wanted you alive. He hugged you back even though he didn't know what else to do. And you smiled a little of how pleasing it is for the hero giving a your welcome gesture. Dick noticed about the mini scene but he knows that they need to get back to work by defeating the villain thrashing around in the city.

Dick: Red Robin this guy ain't gonna stop for your romanticism. Were gonna need help. You can get back to your girlfriend once we're done.

Tim: *runs after Dick* SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!

2. You were a new member to the Young Justice. You’re powers are telequinesis and your name goes by s/n (superhero name). When Tim first saw you, he couldn't stop staring and his expression soften and yet astonished of you.

Y/n: hi I'm-

Tim: y/n...

Y/n: you know me?

Tim: w-w-what...o-oh nono it's just I already k-know your name but we haven't met.

Y/n:...what?

Tim: OH! I didn't meant to make that sound creepy it's just I saw you on the computer- NOT that I was stalking-I would never stalk- it just says the files about you-I'll stop talking.

Y/n: no please. You seem very interesting.

Tim: I-I-I d-do? Sorry let me restart*clears throat* I'm Tim Drake AKA Red Robin *extends hand*

Y/n: *shakes it* nice to meet you*smiles*

Tim:*chokes on his own spit because your smile is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen*

Y/n: are you ok?!

Tim:...yep..

The whole team laughed at Tim of how he is dealing his first impression meet you. As you were introduced to Tim, you couldn't help but your powers acted by itself since you couldn't control it, Tim was lifted off of the ground.

Tim: what is HAPPENING?!

Y/n: oh my Lord! IM SO SORRY ITS MY POWERS I CANT CONTROL IT!

Tim: what are you talking about? This is awesome! I can fly!

Y/n: oh er um... Thank you :')

And that moment on you both became friends or should I say have a crush towards each other.

Damian

1.) You were captured at a age 5 to the League of shadows along with other children. Ra’s Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul had a project of making you and the children great followers and guards of Damian Al Ghul as he gets older. At age 10, after a long day of training, Talia knew it was time for you and the other children to meet Damian, so the bonds would be stronger with him. The children surrounded Damian greeting themselves to him, but you didn't take much interest of meeting with him so you snuck at the roof. Another figure snuck there and notice your presence.

Damian: Tt. Are you thinking of taking my place here? Get off of this rooftop or I’ll say a word to my mother about you.

Y/n: *stands up to face him* Who are you? Unlike you I have been at this top longer.

Damian: Do you not know? Damian Al Ghul. Grandson of the Demon’s Head. And I order you to leave.

Y/n: Oooh I’m so scared. *waving hands in the air* Are you going to blast your demonic powers at me?

He snarled. He challenged you to a fight of who would get the rooftop. Surprisingly it ended up with you both laying on your backs taking deep breaths.

Damian: You...fought...well.

Y/n: Hehe learned it...from Talia...

Damian: What...is your name?

Y/n: you’re going to tell your...mommy aren't you?

Damian: No. We both lost and won, therefore we are going to have to share this.

Y/n: Y/n L/n

Damian: what a beautiful name-I mean- its sounds decent.

you laughed. That's when you both became best of friends.

2.) You were a villain. v/n (villain name) is what they called you. One night you were thieving for jewelry. Two large bag sacks filled with diamonds, gold, and silver. You were about to take your leave until-

Damian: leaving so soon?

Y/n: If it isn't the Boy Wonder I kept hearing in the streets. You look shorter than I thought.

Damian: I’m taller than you...v/n

Y/n: yeesh. They are right. You do talk faster than acting. *pulls out gun and shoots him but he keeps dodging*

You both fought for a while till Damian won and you were dangling upside-down from the ropes. 

Damian: My guess you’ll be staying. And you are fun to knock around.

Y/n: Grrr… until we meet again Boy Wonder!

Damian: Good to make a first impression, v/n.

That's when later on you both start to get...feelings toward each other.

BONUS: For Damian x reader. 

3.) You were a new student at Gotham Academy. So many classes and hallways to get used to. Until your final class you were call up to the front to talk to the entire class of who you are and where were you from.

Y/n: H-Hello... My name is Y/n L/n.

Damian was doodling on his notebook until he heard your sweet voice. His head lifted up and his beautiful emerald eyes caught your figure. His expression softened from looking at you. He looked at you that you seemed gentle and delicate. He blinked his eyes many times that he has never seen anyone like you in Gotham Academy.

Random Kid: Speak louder I cant hear you!

Some kids in the class laughed that caused you to feel down. Until Damian grabbed a book, from a classmate behind him, and threw it to the random kid that interrupted your speech. 

Damian: Then how about you shut it. 

He snarled. The teacher told them to calm down and sent the boy, who interrupted you, to the nurses office, because the kid had a bleeding nose from Damian. Damian sat properly on his chair and placed his elbows on the desk, waiting patiently for you to keep going. After class the children left the campus to go home. But you sat on the stairs waiting for your mom to arrive. It started to rain and the front doors behind you were locked from the outside. You cradled your knees close to your chest as the wind whirled to you. Some how you couldn't feel the rain but you could still hear it. You looked up to find the same emerald eyes that saved you in last period.

Damian: Tt. What are you doing in the rain?

Y/n: My mother isn't here yet. How about yourself?

Damian: *sat next to you* I was talking with the principle about the incident in the class. 

Y/n: I don't know you. Why did you stick up for me?

Damian: Tt. Because you looked lost. And needed help. I haven't introduced myself. Damian Wayne *outstretches hand to you*

Y/n: Y/n...Y/n L/n.

[bisexualklausmikaelson]

If you don't mind, could you write something for klayley based on/inspired by the song Blue by The Neighbourhood?

B.L.U.E – Beyond Love, we are the Universe, Endless

a/n: post-series au/or what ifeveryone came back to life as humans

―

ek. (read my mind ―)

Elijahbuys a piano. 

It’sa stupid expense - they don’t have the kind of luxuries of being originalvampires anymore, they can’t afford to be so foolish when the four of themlived in this dingy little apartment. But, fuck it.

Hewanted a damn piano. 

And,with only a handful of years ahead of him, Elijah Mikaelson decided that he’drather be a musician than a sad old man.

Sohe did just that.

― 

do. (got me at a stop l i g h t.)

Hopehas simpler desires these days.

Shecan finally think about both her parents without cringing about one not talkingto her or the other one being dead. And in truth, after all she’s been through- being human felt good. Her entire life, she’d wanted to be normal.

Andnormal she got.

(Shewas 18, and she no longer worried about monsters, or witches, or heck, evendragons. Hope looked at University applications, got drunk at bars with herfriends, worked at a coffee shop as a barista.

Shecame home each night and crawled into bed while binging a bunch of shows onNetflix. It was the most mundane and uneventful evening she’s had in years.

Andshe loved every second of it).

― 

teen. (call me up for comfort)

Hayleyadopts a black cat.

Hestarted showing up right after Hope had gotten accepted into University. Atfirst, she just offered the stray little thing some water, sometimes scraps ofleftovers. Then, eventually, the cat started sleeping in front of her door.

Hayleypicks it up and realizes that he’s not completely black - he’s got a small tuffof white hair right under his chin, shaped like a half moon. It’s eerily reminiscentof her birthmark.

It’sat that moment that she decides that she’s going to take him in.

― 

char. (― baby, it’s already been a long n i g h t)

Klausgoes to the movies.

It’sbeen almost ten years since the last time he took the time to actually watch adamn film. You know, getting chased around by the undead, by his insane father,by his reckless mother - it took a toll on his hobbies.

Hegrabs popcorn with extra butter, an over expensive fizzy soft drink thatbubbles inside him and a pack of Maltesers.

(Heeven stays after the credits).

―  

paanch. (you leave me b.l.u.e.)

Thetwo of them lied in bed, silent for a moment.

Theroom is dimly lit - soft jazz plays in the background. Hayley wraps herself incrisp white sheets, inhaling Hope’s lingering perfume that stained them. Shemisses her so dearly, wonders if she does the same with her old leather jacketthat still smelled like the bayou.

Klauslies on the opposite end of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“It’sweird isn’t it? With just us here,” Hayley suddenly blurts out.

Heturns to meet her gaze. She was finally looking the part of the mother of afully grown adult. Wrinkles at the ends of her eyes because she smiled toomuch, a few strands of silver hair creating a unique stripe down her mane, amature beauty in her, sophistication. Time had caught up with the both of them,with their humanity back, it was clear. 

Theywere in their forties. 

“Well,we all knew Hope would leave,” Klaus finally says. “She’s eighteen, she wantsto be independent,” he explains to her.

“I’maware of that,” Hayley snaps.

Ittakes him too long to realize the obvious.

“You’retalking about ‘Lijah,” he judges, by her snippy tone. Her silence givesaway the rest of it, and Klaus can connect the dots from there. “Mybrother is a very complicated man, love,” he quickly says, attempting torecovering what is lost.

Elijahhas left nothing but one of his old Armani suits hanging in the back of thecloset. The scent of Paco Rabanne 1 Million lingers on it. It had only been afew weeks since his disappearance. Mostly, Elijah had been worried about howlittle time he had left on this planet.

Howhe could no longer bare to just sit there in Mystic Falls and die there, again.

“Ishe ever going to come back?” He doesn’t know what to say to her. All he knowsis this: the girl from his brother’s dreams is lying  here beside him, voice trembling, and eyessearching for any semblance of hope, that someday, her love shall return.

Andso, Klaus can’t help himself.

Hethrows the girl a bone.

“Foryou?” he hums, smiling. “Quite certainly,” he whispers softly.

Shedoesn’t like this side of him. For some reason, he is too vulnerable, too weak,too sensitive and aware of how his words affect her.

Itmakes her want to roll her eyes – makes her wonder where the old Klaus went.

“Don’tlie to me,” she orders him. “Not about this,” Hayley firmly says.

Heleans his head against hers, sighing heavily.

“I’msorry, little wolf,” Klaus releases, just before she bursts out in to tears.

― 

che.(stuck inside your cage)

Shecries for exactly four days, and on three of them, he brings her a warm drink.

Onthe last day, he takes her out.

(Sheleaves behind the steaming hot cup of lavender and licorice infused tea, tugson his sleeve as he guides her towards the closest convenience store).

―  

saath. (s o m e t hi n g  inside me is swimming )

They’reon the swings with bowls of ice cream in hand.

“Foodtastes so much better as a human,” Hayley exhales, smiling for the first timethis week.

“Athousand years, and I never thought I’d say this. But I really did miss thetaste of mundane Ben & Jerry’s,” Klaus scoffs, taking a large spoonful ofchocolate ice cream.

“Mundane?”she repeats, sounding shocked. “Someone’s fancy,” Hayley giggles.

Shedoesn’t say much else after that – she eats her pistachio ice cream, watchesthe other children in the park run around the jungle gym, swings slightly andtaps her feet together.

(One,two, three―

Andshe is home).

“Iwonder,” Klaus interrupts her thoughts. “What does one do with only ahandful of years left?” He asks, half-serious and half-curious.

“Idon’t know,” she stammers, biting on her bottom lip. “But this date is anice start,” Hayley blurts out, thoughtlessly.

Hercomment catches him off-guard. He’s known her for so long, and yet, she remainsunpredictable. “This is…a date?” Klaus questions.

Shewidens her eyes. She hadn’t even realized that she’d said those words.

“Sorry,” Hayleywhispers, almost too quiet for him to hear. “I wasn’t really thinking when Isaid that,” she goes on to tell, sounding flustered. Her cheeks burn bright redand they are warm. Why in the world did she have to call this a damn date?

“Italright sweetheart,” he quickly replies her to calm her down. Instead, Klaussmiles, like nothing ever happened. “No harm done.” he shrugs and, thistime, the cards play in his favour.

Forshe is relieved.

―           

aath. (beyond love― ).

“Klaus,”She quips, as their both on their way home that evening. It’s a bit chilly, soat some point, he had draped his jacket over her shoulders. It doesn’t stop herfrom tugging at his sleeve again, as if she is frail. “I want to ask yousomething,” Hayley says, tugging harder.

“Goon,” he replies.

Shelooks down, with a sad gaze. “Why haven’t you left yet?” Hayley asks.

Hepauses, not too sure what to say next.

“Whatdo you mean?” Klaus questions her instead.

Shebegins her sentence with a sigh, which is never a good thing. “Everyone’s ontheir own path. Hope with her studies, Elijah is god-knows-where. Rebekah withMarcel, Kol and Davina, Freya and her family―”

“And where exactly do you think I would go,sweetheart?” he cuts her off then, mostly because he doesn’t want to know whyshe wants to push him away this time. When right now, she is all that he hasleft.

“I don’t know,” she releases, nervously. “ToCaroline maybe? She is still around, you know?” Her voice shakes as she speaks,almost as if she’s afraid to face the truth.

Everyoneleaves her.

Klaus feels everything rush in like a storm – thesound of the young vampire’s name could make his world shake still, even afterall these years. “Caroline is going to live forever,” he admits to her. “Icouldn’t bare to have her watch me die again,” he’s honest with her, and sheappreciates that. Even if his answer isn’t the most sympathetic thing.

“I see,” Hayley nods. “Is that they only reason whythen?” she pushes for more though, because truthfully, she’s always craving forso much more. Klaus had left her starved from his empathy, so many timesbefore. It was only natural for her to hunger for him. To ache for his words.

She’dalways been a greedy woman.

“Little wolf,” he whispers, like she’s still thatyoung girl in her twenties that he hooked up with – like she’s still naïve. “Youand I have been through everything together,” he reminds her. “No one canreplace that,” Klaus finally announces.

She doesn’t tell him that his words feel likesalvation.

―

nau. (universe, endless)

(Sheunderstands how irreplaceable he truly is the morning she is waking up to thesmell of pancakes, a cup of coffee left by her bedside, soft rock music playingon the radio―

and their old lives are worlds, worlds, worlds away).

―