#sorry i’m on mobile and couldn’t add a read more D:

[mer-birdman]

okay, a question i just thought of re: vnc50 that may be totally stupid & absent-minded to ask, but

how much does Vanitas actually know about Noé’s past? Especially with regards to Domi and Louis?

like, he’s absolutely being super insensitive this chapter (though i’d wager a large part of that is probably a knee jerk response to Misha’s appearance and the sudden threat of Noé drinking his blood even if Noé didn’t want to — Vanitas rly seemed to be kinda lashing out and distancing himself on purpose, and I don’t believe those were his entire true feelings — whatever the reason he can’t share those memories, it’s clearly got him messed up)

but with that all said, how much does/would he really understand about Domi’s importance to Noé and their history together? Like, Noé’s learned a bunch about Vanitas from Misha and the Moreau encounter, and Vanitas knows a bit about Noé, but unless I’m just wildly forgetting stuff I don’t think he knows most of the stuff we’ve learned from Noé and Domi’s flashbacks?

not to mention that since it kinda looks like Misha and VotBM were the closest things in his past that he might be able to equivocate to Noé’s relationship w/ Domi & the de Sades (again, i’m hella stretching here and have no idea what i’m talking about), I do wonder if that might color his impressions of Domi as well? Y’know on top of his unfortunate misogynistic tendencies and occasional bursts of possessiveness, because Vanitas... as you may have surmised... is a Mess

(also i feel like there might be something to be said of Domi and Vanitas both projecting facades of confidence or outgoingness that hide some really severe self-esteem and identity issues, not to mention complicated relationships with brothers or brother figures and potential issues with or caused by the adult figures in their lives... while i’m quite certain Vanitas doesn’t know nearly any of that about Domi, it does make me wonder whether he’d react even worse to her if he did.)

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n, Tommy, Jack and Tubbo

Requested:yes/no

Pairing: Platonic jack/tommy/tubbo/reader

Summary: another day another adventure

Content warning: cursing / I didn't proof read

An: reader has bright unnatural hair I wrote a lot, I can't figure out how to add read more on mobile I'm sorry

The music you were currently listening to was interrupted by the discord group notifying you that you have a new message.

Tommy: Y/N HOW BUSY ARE YOU TUBBO HAS COME TO VISIT AND JACK IS HERE

y/n: I mean I've currently got hair dye on but it’s being washed off and dried in around 20 minutes, why?

y/n: WAIT TUBBO?!?!

tubbo: oh yeah I forgot to tell you

y/n: how did you forget you know what nevermind, I’m glad you’re here :]

jack: we should be here in an hour so you have plenty of time to get ready

tubbo: what colour dye y/n

y/n: you’ll see soon enough as apparently, you’re all showing up at my house

Tommy: I suggest you wear comfortable shoes

y/n: I am terrified

Tommy: you have nothing to fear... for now

•••

luckily it had only taken you just over 40 minutes to get ready giving you roughly 20 minutes to prepare for the adventure ahead. or so you thought, as soon as you sat down ready to check your phone the sound of Tommy and tubbo laughing could be heard from your room, jack sent a message “hey we got here extremely early I’m sorry there’s no rush the others have been distracted by dreams music :)”

grabbing a backpack from next to your bed you had quickly chucked your phone and purse into the bag unsure as to what you’re going to need today.

•••

as soon as you opened the door you were met with an ecstatic tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug unable to contain their excitement of seeing their friend

“I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES YOUVE CHANGED SO MUCH LOOK AT YOUR HAIR”

“I look exactly the same”

“Now I’m no genius y/n but last time we spoke you didn’t have unnatural hair”

you paused for a moment as tubbo had a point the last time you and tubbo were on face time your hair was classed as a natural colour however today as a fuck you to your school which didn’t allow unnatural hair you decided to dye it your favourite colour.

“you raise a fair point now if you don’t mind releasing me from your grasp I have to lock the door so no one gets in”

•••

“Tommy unlock the door let tubbo and y/n in”

“Y/N YOU'RE HERE- HOLY SHIT YOUR HAIR! JACK ARE YOU SEEING THIS”

“Hello to you too Tommy”

“well if we weren’t going to get noticed at the shopping centre earlier y/ns bright fucking hair will definitely cause people to notice us”

“oh I’m sorry I didn’t expect to be going shopping with a bunch of Minecraft streamers today”

“don’t you stream Minecraft?”

“This isn’t about me jack”

the trip to the shops was surprisingly relaxing y/n sat at the front listening to jack sing along to songs playing on the radio, however, it was clear the boys had something they weren’t telling y/n which became evident through Tommy and tubbo bickering in the back of the car about who was going to tell them. it was a relatively short journey due to the fact you lived close to the city centre

•••

“let’s go shopping boys” Tommy practically yelled to everyone, tubbo held his phone in your direction then looked towards you, nodding at him you grabbed his phone and began recording

“I'm vlogging”

Tommy walked over “YEAHHHHH”

walking past cex you had to put up with Tommy making sex jokes until you made it to game, you stood holding back your laugh as you filmed Tommy and tubbo fighting about who’s paying whilst jack went off to buy a Minecraft squishy and mug despite everyone’s arguments against it. soon enough fans came over asking for photos with you all once the group of fans left jack took over recording for tubbo whilst you went off to quickly buy some games that you could play on stream.

•••

“want a wig bro? jack!”

the four of you walked into the shop, you couldn’t help but stand in awe looking at all the bright colours already questioning what colour to dye your hair next the sound of Tommy and jack being amazed pulled you out of your thoughts

“Gogy goggles, I’m actually buying them”

“i wan’t a pair”

“no, you’re getting a wig jack”

“I don’t want a wig I want George”

“y/n has bright hair and they’re not complaining”

“what do you have against people with colourful hair jack hmm?”

•••

“I'm not happy”

“you look lovely jack”

“we’re getting so many looks”

tubbo stopped everyone to ‘fix’ jacks wig which resulted in everyone laughing once you had finally stopped laughing you noticed tubbo had walked off and you were convinced jack had randomly decided to record strangers until you saw tubbo going up and down escalators

“oh there he goes again”

“pov you’re thinking about bees”

“where to next boys?”

Tommy pointed towards the lift

“Is this a lift for us”

Tommy noticed the safety sign and automatically made comments about it

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if I wasn’t carrying a knife”

“oh same Tommy”

“look you can see me”

taking that as an invitation to join the vlog you stood behind tubbo and pointed at the sign again and looked at Tommy and jack

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if we weren’t about to do this-“

the three of you went to jump up and down

“NO”

the four of you quietly left the lift however you were convinced that the public heard Tommy comment on having a knife and you threatening to jump as once the lift opened everyone was staring at you but it could also be due to the fact you had brightly coloured hair and somehow convinced jack to keep the wig on, you all spent a long time trying to convince Tommy to get a new outfit, eventually you went into another shop a certain keyboard caught your eye

“I’ve found my home, ill stay here at the gamer bunker”

you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to buy the keyboard that had caught your eye, once tubbo noticed it was too late you stood holding the bag with your purchase leaving you stood in the middle of the shop defending your purchase to him claiming that it was a business expense and not just because you thought it looked cool.

“you told me you wanted to save your money”

“it lights up tubbo and it fits the vibe of my room”

Tommy placed his arm on your head treating you as an armrest as you were shorter than him and he knew it annoyed you

“they have a point tubbo it lights up”

once the recording ended you made your way back to the car

“say y/n you wouldn’t mind if me Tommy and jack stayed the night as tomorrow we were thinking-“

“sure thing”

“YESSSSSS”

•••

the next day you were woken up at 9 am by Tommy stood at the foot of your bed

“hi y/n”

“WHAT THE FUCK- oh hi Tommy Jesus christ do you know how horrifying that was to wake up to”

“Sorry bout that but if I didn’t wake you up now you’d only wake up in the afternoon and we need to go soon I’ll leave you to get ready”

you noticed a note was next to a jumper on the floor ‘hi, thanks for letting us stay the night I really liked your hoodie so I decided to wear it today here’s mine in exchange- Tubbo :D’

normally you’d be concerned that someone stole your hoodie as you live with your parents however today was an exception once you were all ready you set off jack pulled into a McDonald's drive-through so you could all get breakfast

“nice hoodie y/n”

“Thanks, someone took mine and decided to make a trade”

“you’re welcome”

the journey was quiet again you sat next to tubbo in the back Tommy sat at the front screaming at jack and trying to distract him and people around you decided to took a picture with tubbo who now had his arm wrapped around you as it was rather cold in the car and posted it to Twitter ‘@ ranboosaysstuff wish you were here :D’ less than a minute later you received 2 notifications ‘ranboosaysstuff replied to your tweet: same’ ‘ ranboosaysstuff has tweeted: *the spongebob gif*’

•••

soon enough you all arrived at mint golf to say you we’re excited would be an understatement

“can I get the shortest club you have”

you stood hiding your face in the jumper tubbo left you whilst you laughed a few minutes later you received a call from ranboo the others said they’d sort everything for you whilst you answered

“what’s up tall one”

“stay safe okay”

“ranboo it’s mini-golf I’m not fighting criminals”

“yes but I know how clumsy you are”

“first of all rude second of all fuck you third of all jealousy isn’t a good look on you” you managed to say through laughter

“jokes aside please come to the UK boo”

“oh sure I’ll go book a plane ticket now” *ranboo ended the call*

ranboo made jokes like that before however this time sounded a lot more serious and you had no idea why he called you so you made a mental note to call him again later. once with friends again you were met with Tommy telling the worker all about you all

“yeah we’re big on the influencing”

“What on earth did I walk in on”

“no time to explain let’s go golf”

you were handed a club and a ball and were dragged away by jack

•••

tubbo joked about getting a hole on one as soon as it was his go, you bet £10 with jack he wouldn't

“hand over the money y/n”

you looked at Tommy who was now recording you handing jack the money “so today we have learnt to not underestimate your friends and that gambling is bad. you lose your money to a tall bald guy”

to put it politely you and Tommy found out that mini golf is not your calling in life

“ill stick to streaming“

“you’re both losing by the way”

“yeah well- why and how does tubbo have soup”

tubbo stood cradling the soup as though it was a child

“Some things I can’t explain to you”

you stood tilting your head to the side questioning where the hell he got soup from

“eh”

“soups like a small child I take care of it as if it was my own”

you couldn’t contain your laughter at this point the confused faces of your friends alongside tubbos happiness of soup sent you over the edge so you decided to just sit down before you fall as your knees were already weak from laughing too much

“where did you get the soup from”

“I manifested it”

•••

after a few solid minutes of arguing over soup you and Tommy dropping the phone you all continued with bowling.

“tubbo get out of the way of my dream ball”

you stood recording jack cheering him on tubbo had different plans and kicked the ball away resulting in jack giving up and copying what you had been doing most of the rounds, after missing the hole 3 times each go, picking up the ball and placing it in the hole however again he missed

“you can’t be serious”

“golf isn’t for everyone big man”

Tommy took the phone from you to record “pov you’re me golfing”

•••

“how do we get across there”

“probably the bridge”

Tommy pulled to rope moving the bridge across the gap

“Why thank you, Tommy, wouldn’t have been able to do it without you”

you laughed

“you're extremely welcome y/n it was extremely easy because I’m a big muscly man”

golf was finally going well till you hit the ball a bit too hard causing it to go over the fence tubbo was able to get the ball back

“I’ve been watching a lot of doctor shows” you stood amazed at how far you made the ball go

“see the issue is its mini golf. if this was regular golf I'd have got a hole in one I'm telling you”

•••

“I'm never being in your vlog again”

jack looked at you and tubbo who was now laughing at you pretending to worship the can of soup in the hole

“Tommy please come back”

the rest of the game was chaos, you kept missing the hole then claiming to rage quit golf tubbo and Tommy kept making jokes jack left his drink somewhere then had to go back and find it, no one had been paying attention to you which allowed you to take the score sheet and make it so you had won the game eventually he game was over you had declared yourself the champion of golf despite the fact everyone was better than you including Tommy

•••

the journey back was chaos you called ranboo who claimed he only called you to plan a video/stream with you however it was clear that wasn’t the reason tubbo whispered to you so no one could hear

“I think he wants to be here with us I think he’s jealous”

you laughed and nodded

“of course”

eventually, you all made it back to yours, ranboo said goodbye to everyone then ended the call now it was time for you to say your goodbyes. since your love language was physical touch you hugged everyone. As you walked into your house Tommy yelled “Y/N HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PLANES”

[sukifans]

IT’S ALL LATIN TO ME

ZUKO X READER COLLEGE!SMAU

⏎ MASTERLIST // part VI « VII. just friends :) » part VIII

SUMMARY: you’re a premed student at BSSU and you thought it’d be a good idea to take a latin class, but you’re in way over your head here. good thing your buddy sokka knows a classics major in your section you can study with.

WARNINGS: language

She really, really tried not to show how nervous she was. It would be stupid to be nervous, after all — it’s not a date, regardless of what her friends say. Besides, they had hung out alone before, even if only to study Latin. Friends meet up and get dinner and see movies together all the time. Toph and Suki and everyone else were just projecting what they wanted to happen. Surely if Zuko had intended to ask her on a date, he would simply and clearly ask her on a date. Surely.

The car ride to the pizza joint near the theater they’d decided on for dinner was mostly music-filled silence punctuated by some awkward small talk. She hoped he wouldn’t notice how often she had to covertly wipe the sweat off her palms on her pants. He was anxiously tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel as he drove, wishing he could think of something to say to break through the palpable tension. Even as he racked his brains, nothing came up. He let himself zone out to the sound of her soft humming from the passenger seat and stole glances over at her every so often. Maybe by some miracle he’d be a master at the art of conversation by the time they made it to the restaurant. Unlikely, but not entirely impossible.

“You know I have to pay for your ticket now, right?” she said, eyeballing him as he added a tip and signed the receipt for the dinner he’d insisted on covering.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m paying tonight.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m paying tonight.”

“You don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “You don’t need to do that.”

“I want to,” he assured, bumping against her side as they left the restaurant and headed in the direction of the theater. “Besides, princesses don’t pay for anything.” He grinned at the way her nose scrunched.

“You would know,” she quipped. He rolled his eyes to draw attention away from his nervous blush when she linked their arms together and leaned into him.

“Why do they call you that, anyways?”

She pursed her lips and willed the aggressive heat rising to her cheeks to settle down. “They say I’m high maintenance,” she lied.

He frowned. “That’s kind of mean. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re high maintenance.”

“Thanks, Zu.”

They continued to chat lightheartedly as they walked up to the theater building and, after a bit of arguing and shoving to get to the card reader first at the ticket stand, (Y/N) begrudgingly accepted that Zuko would not be letting her pay that night. She held out hope that maybe she could sneakily buy something from the concession stand before he noticed. As they approached the counter, an employee ringing people up caught her eye. He was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. The feeling kept getting stronger as she and Zuko approached his register.

“Oh, hey, Zuko,” the guy said once she and Zuko were in front of him.

“Hey, Haru.” Ah, Haru! She and him had had a few classes together in the past and sent lecture notes back and forth. “How have you been?”

“The usual, work and school.” Haru shrugged. “You?”

“Pretty much the same,” said Zuko. “Do you know my friend (Y/N)?” Haru looked over to her and gave her a soft smile.

“Actually, yeah. We’ve been in a few lectures together. What’s up? Haven’t seen you this semester.”

“Oh, you know... the usual,” she chuckled nervously. “You and Zuko know each other?”

“We went to high school together,” he said.

“It seems like everyone at BSSU went to high school together,” she said and Haru nodded.

“Most people that went to our school ended up here, honestly. But hey, I don’t wanna keep you guys from your movie. Can I get you something?”

(Y/N) had nearly tackled Zuko in order to pay for their snacks before he could, making Haru laugh. When she met his eyes, she felt warmth flood to her cheeks.

“Thanks, Haru,” she said, looking away quickly.

“Yeah, for sure. Have a good time, guys.” As she started to turn away, he leaned forwards to catch her attention. “It was nice seeing you again, (Y/N); I’ve kinda missed you copying off my notes in class. We should go out for coffee or something sometime.”

Well... that was unexpected. She was so surprised by the request that she didn’t notice the way Zuko stiffened, muscles in his face flexing as he clenched his jaw. Haru did, however, and shot him a confused look that was met with narrowed eyes. Blinking quickly, she recovered and sent him a smile.

“Yeah, that’d be fun,” she said.

“Great!” Haru said. “I’ll talk to you later, then. See you guys around.”

“Have a good shift!” she chirped. Zuko merely grunted and nodded towards Haru in acknowledgement before walking towards the theater with (Y/N). Now she noticed the tension in his posture and nudged him with her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You sure? You’re acting weird now.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” She frowned and stopped just outside the entrance to the theater. He paused too when he saw she wasn’t following.

“Do you not want to see the movie anymore? We can go home if you want.”

“No, I said I was fine. Let’s go.” He turned to leave and huffed when she didn’t move.

“Zuko,” she said pointedly and he felt his cheeks go pink. If he would’ve just plainly told her this was supposed to be a date, this wouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t her fault he was a jealous idiot.

He sighed. “I promise it’s nothing. It’s just a little jarring seeing people from high school because... well, I wasn’t a very good person back then. I don’t like to remember it.”

Her expression softened. “Sorry, Zu. I didn’t realize.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You’re right, I was acting weird.” He held his hand out to her and she took it gladly. “C’mon, we have a movie to watch.”

“If it means anything to you,” she whispered as they looked for their seats, “I think you’re a very good person now.” His pulse jumped at her words as she squeezed his hand.

“It means a lot, (Y/N),” he responded, giving her a small smile that she returned.

When they finally left the theater a few hours later, Zuko made sure their clasped hands were in plain sight as (Y/N) waved goodbye to Haru.

A/N: hi guys!! it’s been a while, i know :/ i was going through a big slump and this chapter was giving me a lot of problems for some reason. i’m still not thrilled with it, but i wanted to get something out for y’all! thank you so much for being patient with me as i adjusted to moving back to my college town and starting classes and work again, so many of you were so very lovely and supportive and it made the slump easier to worm out of eventually. and i made a gif! :D anyways!! hope you enjoyed this update and as always feel free to send an ask or reply! for tag requests i prefer asks so i can keep track of them easier without getting lost in my notifs :^) also sorry about no read more cuts, every time i try to add one on desktop it won’t let me edit my draft on mobile to fix the formatting :(

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[gumnut-logic]

The Castle (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2

Okay, this is a fic resurrected from two years ago. It was originally just a short, but I thought I would add to it because I had multiple responses wanting exactly that, but most of all for @janetm74​ who has been an amazing support to both me and a good chunk of Thunderfam ::hugs her lots:: And also for @the-original-sineater​ who has been a great cheerleader on Ao3 for a long time and also prompted me to write more for this. Thank you both so much.

So if you are wlling to drop in on Part 1 from 2019 (it was a nuttyfic reblog just recently as well, and the first couple of paragraphs of this part were posted last night cos I couldn’t help myself), hopefully you will enjoy reading this. Part 3 has already been started.

Warnings: Because this is remnant from my Virgil/Kayo period, it is indeed Virgil/Kayo, but that is not the focus of the fic, Scott whump which will be detailed more in the next chapter, oops, a little Virg whump too, cos let’s face it, it is me, and lots of action in this bit. 1664 words.

I hope you enjoy it :D

-o-o-o-

Tanusha Kyrano, at her heart, was a gentle soul. If circumstances had been different, perhaps she would be content snipping bonsai branches and putting her interest in engineering to a more benign use.

But circumstances were what they were and life had not been kind. In turn, Kay, as Virgil liked to call her, or Kayo, as Alan had christened her all those years ago, had learnt to fight. What her uncle took from her she clawed back. What her uncle took from the Tracys...from her father…hell hath no fury to compare.

Scott, her beloved brother, tried his best to keep her following the philosophy of the Tracy family. He meant well.

He meant good.

But Tanusha was not a Tracy.

She was a Kyrano. Descended down a long line of honourable men and women with enough fire to defend their own.

Fire she stoked. Because the Tracys were her own and she would defend them with everything she had.

So, to see what that bitch had done to that same cherished brother was enough to set her screaming inside.

She watched as Virgil ran the mediscanner over Scott’s emaciated body. Ever so gently.

Her heart hurt.

So much.

But her senses were primed and the clock was ticking. “Virgil, we need to move.”

“I can’t…he’s…” Painfilled dark eyes looked up at her, but Virgil was a trained emergency responder and she saw the calculations roll in his head, the automatic control slam down, and the reality of the situation hit home.

He turned back to his brother. “Scott, we’re going to get you out of here.”

Weak blue eyes followed Virgil’s every move as if he was life itself. Kayo wasn’t sure if Scott knew anyone else was here.

He looked so hurt.

It was her turn to slam down shutters.

Her hand tightened around the gun grip.

“Scotty.” Virgil’s voice was hoarse, but determined. “I’m going to give you something to help you relax.” The medic held up one of the light tranquiliser shots International Rescue kept in their kit for hysterical rescuees in extreme situations. It wouldn’t quite knock Scott out entirely, but would remove him to a painless, oblivious state.

Virgil hated them with a passion, but it was obvious even to her that moving Scott in this condition was going to hurt.

Scott tried to bat it away, but Virgil did what he had to do.

“I’m sorry, Scott.”

She didn’t know her heart was capable of breaking further.

Their big brother fell limp into Virgil’s arms.

She didn’t miss him gently nudging Scott’s head into the crook of his neck. Virgil’s cheek rested softly on dirty hair and he mumbled something she couldn’t hear.

But then he was moving. Shoving the medipack back into the black of his uniform, and wrapping one arm around his brother’s back and the other under his knees, he lifted him smoothly.

Virgil turned to her, and despite technically being in charge, he awaited her order.

Kayo nudged her comms. “Target acquired and mobile. Execute.”

Penelope’s FAB was short and sharp.

Kayo led the way. The alarm was still blaring outside the prison cell and, in the distance, there was the clattering of many feet.

The corridor was quiet and reeked of trap even more than when they had entered. John was listing life signs narrowing in on their location.

They needed an out.

They needed it now.

A sharp snap and rumble in the distance signified Gordon and Penelope had met their explosive obligations.

The stone walls groaned.

Kayo both led and hovered about Virgil. He was vulnerable with his arms full of ill brother. Twice she had to take out opposition who saw that as an opportunity.

Gordon and Penelope met them at the last turn. The sound her fish brother made at the sight of Scott was one she would be happy to never hear again.

But there was no time.

And Gordon was a professional.

As one they exited the gloomy building.

Only to be immediately surrounded. John swore in her ear. Someone was clapping.

The triumphant, smug sound set Kayo moving before thought.

It had been a trap as suspected. Obviously somehow cloaked from their Eye in the Sky.

But still, no matter.

She spun, mud sliding beneath her feet, gratified to feel teeth connect with the heel of her boot even as she fired rapidly at the immediate targets. She didn’t pause. Her movement kept them unsure and they were armed. She had brothers, a friend and a lover to protect.

It all became a blur of blood, pain and cursing. She was aware of Penelope beside her, giving hell all of her own, and Gordon, ever efficient.

The hiss of stun pellets and the resultant yelps were rather satisfying.

The terror of gunshots.

But she fought on unimpeded by serious injury until the scene was startlingly quiet beyond groaning bodies.

“You know, I have to give you credit. Three against thirty is rather impressive, but you knew all along that your boyfriend was the weak point, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and the voice far too familiar and ire inducing to be ignored.

Kayo let go of the henchman in her hands but gained no gratification when he fell face down in the churned-up mud and didn’t move.

Turning, she knew what she would find.

Of course, the villain formerly known as Havoc, her cousin who didn’t deserve any moniker other than her birth name of Louise, had a gun to Virgil’s head.

Virgil her beautiful and caring man, currently clutching their sick and injured brother to his chest.

Her vulnerability.

Louise was grinning manically, ever confident in her superiority of position. She had Virgil and Scott, so Kayo was pinned.

The woman hated Kayo with a passion and Kayo had no doubt that she was the reason Scott had been nabbed. A little pleasure with purpose. Ever since Gordon had separated Fuse from his adopted sister, Louise had fallen further and further into the darkness.

She had been awful enough to begin with, but now, Louise was truly horrid.

She had done this to Scott and would do it again to Virgil, to Gordon, to Penelope, and to Kayo, if she was allowed to persist.

Scott would argue that she was worth saving anyway.

But Kayo wasn’t a Tracy and now more than ever she valued that difference because there were things she was capable of that no Tracy would ever dream of.

She took a step forward.

“Now, Kayo, you know better than that.” The gun at Virgil’s temple jammed in tighter, causing the man to wince.

Penelope stepped up beside Kayo and beyond her, Gordon was glaring at Louise, perhaps in the hope that the gesture would laser her from existence.

The ground was littered in bodies, several groaning, but still a handful of henchmen moved to protect Louise.

Virgil caught her gaze.

His eyes were the most beautiful colour. They reminded her of the coffee he drank every morning, lit by the sun through a window, a warm scent that hovered about him.

And she knew exactly what he was going to do.

He stepped back into Louise, his hard boot coming down on her foot and the back of his head slamming into her nose. With his arms full of Scott, he did not have the balance to maintain his footing and with Louise’s yelp of pain, he and Scott fell on top of her, his weight pinning her down.

Louise still had her gun.

Virgil struggled to knock it from her hand.

But Kayo was moving, and Penelope and Gordon with her.

The gun fired a second before Kayo’s fist slammed the woman into unconsciousness. But the crunch of bone was not enough to satisfy the sudden fear of where that bullet landed.

There was blood welling in a trail across Virgil’s face... “Virgil!”

He blinked and winced, head dropping back against Louise’s armour. Red dribbled down his cheek from a burnt gash starting just below his right eye, cutting across his cheekbone and taking the very tip off his nose.

He cursed silently, but Scott, still held securely in Virgil’s arms, moaned and the medic’s attention shifted, his head coming up again, focussing on his brother.

Gordon was suddenly there. “Woah, Virgil.” His eyes widened, but he was all business. “We need to move. Luigi wasn’t alone and there are more coming.” He eyed Scott as he helped Kayo get Virgil to his feet.

Kayo frowned at Virgil’s injury. It was both cauterised in part and bleeding.

And so close.

But Virgil’s eyes were only for Scott, checking him over.

Scott mumbled Virgil’s name.

They had to move.

The medic stumbled forward, blinking, obviously affected, possibly with a concussion.

Hell.

“Gordon, assist Virgil. We’re leaving.” She eyed Penelope, Kayo’s fingers twitching in a signal.

The agent nodded once, expression firm.

Hugging the wall of the castle, Kayo called her ‘bird. Penelope did the same with FAB1 and moments later, the ‘birds were landing silently in front of them.

Shadow was little more than her name and the usually pink limousine blended smoothly with the grass.

One of the henchmen grabbed at her ankle as Kayo stepped past.

Her kick silenced him, possibly permanently.

Virgil was attempting to hurry, but he was wobbling. Gordon kept him going, directing him to FAB1 and into the backseat. Penelope took the front and within moments they were airborne.

Kayo appraised the scene one last time as she threw herself into Shadow. Louise’s overconfidence showed in every move. It was the woman’s fatal flaw.

The GDF would clean this up, but Kayo had no doubt the woman would find another way to haunt them.

Shadow’s VTOL fired and Kayo left the Earth littered with unconscious and injured bodies as she listened to John directing the GDF in.

Perhaps if she had hit a little harder she could have ended this dance forever.

-o-o-o-

 TBC

[asexualzoro]

First love late spring mitski

Drew Barrymore sza

21 Gracie

Desde morro justin

Addicted one true god

Run run run maki

Hard knock days generations

Let the world be destroyed yoga lin

Into the sun Johnny 2 phones

Resurrection gank

Freaks surf curse

Sun goes down Lil Nas x

Ring ding dong/ view shinEE

Hello future / fireflies nct dream

Chosen maneskin

Ithna yuu miyashita

Flowers in love with a ghost

im putting this under a cut bc it ended up long

here's my playlist on spotify if you want it? ive been maintaining it since middle school, usually adding ~5 songs a week (and cutting down on songs periodically). songs added this week start at Smoke Breaks by Daddy and the Long Legs

i did call a bunch of songs mobile/smooth in my notes here so i hope that other ask made sense to you, anon...

First Love / Late Spring - mitski

okay yeah i liked this one. im gay of course i liked the mitski song. ill probs look up the lyrics to this later bc i have a suspicion when i do they’ll probably obliterate me. i added it to my playlist

Drew Barrymore - SZA

its a nice song! i’m not big on innuendo lyrics, admittedly, but i did like the sound of the song. relaxing

21 - Gracie Abrams

there were three versions of this song on spotify? i just picked the first one. it was nice! i think ill check it out again and see if i wanna add it to my playlist

Desde Morro - Justin Morales

i liked this! i think if i was able to sing along id be more into this, but i don’t know any spanish.

Addicted - One True God

this was cool! i dont know what instrument you’d call the back instrument (was it a synth?) but i liked it

RUN! RUN! RUN! - Maki Otsuki

this song sounded nice but it was too smooth for me, so it bored me a little. i didnt dislike it tho, just not quite my taste

Hard Knock Days - GENERATIONS from EXILE TRIBE

this is a One Piece opening isn’t it? im not familiar w like any One Piece openings from after i caught up but im p sure it is, if only bc one time at fencing the girl in charge of music put this on and came over to me all proud like hey lew! hear that! and i was like ….huh? and she was like ……..its One Piece. you like One Piece. and i had to be like sorry im manga only i dont know any openings from the past decade.

anyway! its a fun song. a little too smooth for me tho

Let the world be destroyed yoga lin

i couldn’t find this on spotify and searching for it brought up a playlist for d/smp

Into The Sun - Johnny 2 Phones

i really liked this! i added to to my playlist. it was just nice. i was writing the other ask while this song played so i dont have detailed notes i just realized as it was ending that i liked it

Resurrection - GANK

i liked this and i added it to my mostly-no-words playlist! its a smaller playlist i mostly use when im reading dense/difficult stuff that i rarely am able to find good stuff for (its mostly kirby and toby fox rn)

Freaks - Surf Curse

its nice! the lack of variation in the instrumental stuff bored me a little (too smooth) so i ended up hoping to the next song halfway in, but i liked the song well enough

Sun Goes Down - Lil Nas X

i really liked this!!! its like chill but really nice. i might add it to my playlist but i haven’t decided yet

Ring Ding Dong - SHINee

the ring ding ding bit reminded me slightly too much of what did the fox say for me to fully enjoy this song but it was fun. i was bouncing a bit to it the whole time

Hello Future - NCT Dream

i liked the chorus of this song a lot! i liked the way the song crested into the first chorus especially. i wish i knew the words so i could sing along!

Chosen - Maneskin

oh this is really nice i liked this a lot and i added it to my playlist. i liked his voice! it was a little scratchy and i enjoyed that

Ithna - Yuu Miyashita

i added this to my playlist like instantly. felt like motion. sounded slightly discordant in a way that was almost unnoticeable… oh i loved the piano parts where the one key would sound almost like it was sliding/glitching? did lots of different things instrumentally so it really felt like it was jumping all over the room. really nice voice. i loved this a lot, might be my favorite on this list?

Flowers - In Love With a Ghost

love the band name. i might add this to my mostly-no-words playlist but i dont like rain sounds that much? (i know i know that’s blasphemy but eh…) and this was full of em. it was pretty nice tho. got that lo-fi charm…. ill probably try it again later

[darlingsdevil]

Give Me Strength Against All Erosion (Arthur Morgan x F!Reader)

Modern AU

I sincerely apologize, I can’t add read more breaks on mobile so sorry for flooding your feed :(

Warnings: drinking, swearing, the usual

Summary: After a recent breakup, Karen drags you to a party, who you see leaves you reeling.

Words: 3.5k

Masterlist

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this idea for a long time haha, this came to me while writing my other fic, How Time Flies. And ABBA songs.. and for some reason Castlevania inspired this, but mostly ABBA.

Angst, angst, and some more angst. And some fluff. Just a dash.

•••

“He’s such an ass! Come on let’s go get some drinks, let’s go party! Tilly’s party is tonight! Let’s get drunk and forget about him!” Karen pulled you up from the cocoon in your bed. She looked stunning, a purple tank top that accented her cleavage and a leather jacket, a black skirt, fishnets and boots.

You groaned, you were a mess. You had been crying all day, wasting away in your bed. Your bed was littered with candy wrappers and old takeout. You felt like you had binge watched every heartthrob movie on Netflix already. Someone can only watch The Notebook so many times you have learned.

Everything reminded you of him.

“We have to go to her party, you already told her you would go,” Karen whined, she turned to your dresser and started pulling out clothes.

You sat on your bed, hugging a pillow.

“I said that when I was still with him,” You grumbled.

“So? Your life doesn’t end the second you lose a man. In all honesty, it just begins.” She told you with a wave of her hand.

“I don’t think I can go,” You hiccuped.

Karen turned around.

“I know you don’t want to go, but you should. It’ll be fun, and you sure as hell need a drink.”

“I’ve already had a drink.”

“I know,” Karen smiled, continuing with her work creating the best outfit for you.

There was no mistaking the empty bottle of cheap whiskey below your bed.

You watched her, biting your lip. The only human interaction you’ve had this week was giving the delivery man money for the food and abruptly slamming the door on him. You weren’t ready for a party. But a party sounded fun, and you needed some fun in your life.

“Do I have to go?” You groaned, falling back into your bed with a thud.

“Yes.”

“Fine,” You drew out the word.

“See? I knew you’d come around,” Karen laughed, pulling out a shirt and looking at it. She turned to you, holding up an outfit she knew you would love.

You were silent eyeing the outfit. You would look really good in it. You sat up, clutching your pillow again.

Karen said next to you.

“What if he’s there?” You mumbled.

“If he’s there, we’ll show him what he lost.”

You nodded.

“You’ll look beautiful, sexy, absolutely drop dead gorgeous. You’ll give him a run for his money.”

“I will?” You asked, wiping away your tears.

“You already are.”

•••

Tilly’s house was in the outskirts of the city, while your apartment was smack dab in the middle. Karen drove, you felt queasy the entire time. You tried your best to take your mind off it, aimlessly staring out the window or listening to Karen’s (awful) pre game singing.

When the buildings became smaller, and the aspect of the city drifted behind you, you finally arrived at Tilly’s. It was early in the night already, but her house was already booming with music. It reminded you of the frat parties you used to attend. Cars lined the streets, it seemed like everyone in the damn city was here.

“I feel sick,”You blurted out, the house almost looked menacing. You could see the outline of people in the windows, and you knew any one of them could be him.

“It’ll be okay, I promise. If anything happens I’ll be with you the entire time. Mary Beth and Sadie are here too,” Karen grabbed your hand, slowly taking you up the steps, she pulled the door open and you looked out once more to the night sky. Tonight would sure as hell be interesting.

You immediately noticed the wave of people. It was seemingly endless. Karen dropped your hand, noticing Tilly walking up to you.

“Tilly! My girl! I’ve missed you!” Karen hugged her tightly.

Tilly laughed.

“It’s been like, three days!”

“Three days too long!” Karen laughed with her. Tilly held out a drink for Karen and another for you.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Drink it and you’ll find out!” She shouted over the loud music. You took a sip, it was strong as hell, the dark liquid sloshed in the cup.

Karen drank too, nearly spitting it out.

“I wasn’t expecting such a kick,” She laughed.

“John brough it, if you wanna know what the hell's in it ask him,” Tilly said. Your heart stopped, you felt sick again.

“John’s here?” You asked her, eyes wide.

“Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, I forgot to tell you!” Tilly covered her mouth. You knew she would never deliberately hurt you.

If John was here that meant the entire ragtag group was, including him.

“Is Arthur here?” You asked slowly.

Tilly nodded, biting her lip.

“I’m sorry, I am. I can try and keep them away from you guys,” She responded.

Tears welled in your eyes, you were not ready to see Arthur again.

“I haven’t talked to him, but I saw him earlier,” Tilly told you.

“Do you want me to give Arthur the heads up?” Tilly asked, Karen rubbed your back soothingly.

“No,” You sniffled, you were an absolute mess. But tonight was about having fun, not crying.

“Okay. Well, I can get Mary Beth and Sadie for you, I’m sure they’d love to see you again,” Tilly told you.

“Yeah, that’d be good for her,” Karen said for you. Tilly walked away, looking for your friends. You felt like every single eye was on you alone, and knowing Arthur was in that crowd made you feel somehow even worse.

“If Arthur tries anything, I’ll beat his ass for you,” Karen proclaimed. You knew she actually would. She grabbed your hand again, pulling you towards the kitchen.

“Come on. Let’s go get some more drinks!” She said over the noise of the party. You held your arm close to your chest, you didn’t want to be seen, especially not by Arthur.

You wanted to leave, but you didn’t want to disappoint Karen.

“Karen, my love!” Sean suddenly appeared. Sean. Fuck. He grabbed Karen by the waist. He mumbled something in her ear, they both looked at you.

“Heard what happened between you and the old brute. I’ll make sure to give him a good beating for breaking my girl’s heart!” Sean said, he was drunk as hell, slurring over his words already. Sean always knew how to party.

“Thanks, Sean.” You gave him a weak smile

“I hate seeing you so down, where’s my fun girl?”

“I’m still here.”

“I know you are, but lighten up a little, will you?”

Karen scoffed, grabbing your hand again. Sean was left in dust, wondering what the hell he had said wrong, probably scratching his head.

“He can be such a jerk sometimes,”Karen told you.

“I know.”

You were supposed to have fun tonight, be sexy, live a little, but you couldn’t bring yourself to have fun, with the threat of your newly made ex surrounding you, you were on edge.

The breakup was messy. Arthur received a job out of state, and you were very contempt with your job now, promotions were suddenly coming steadily. You weren’t ready to restart your life in another state, away from everything you had ever known.

It had been a week, or two, you weren’t sure anymore. You were foolish to come to a mutual friend’s party.

He was here, and you were miserable, nearly drunk and crying.

Karen pulled you to the kitchen, she took your red cup, and poured it down the drain. She pulled a bottle of vodka from the counter, pouring you some in your cup.

“God, that stuff was awful. John doesn’t have good taste in alcohol,” Karen giggled, pouring more in your cup.

“It really was awful,” You laughed, your first real laugh the entire night. Karen smiled, handing you back your cup.

You took a sip, it burned, but it would do the trick.

The music boomed from the living room, you were tempted to dance, but not with a cup of vodka in your hand.

Karen grabbed a beer bottle from the cooler on the ground and opened it with a satisfying pop.

“What happens if he tries to talk to me?” You asked quietly.

“Then I’ll swoop up and go full mama bear on him. He won’t even know what will hit him.”

Just imagining Karen smack Arthur was a funny thought.

You sipped more of your vodka, feeling looser and looser. Atleast you weren’t quite as on edge as you were.

Arthur probably wouldn’t be dancing, he was never much for dancing, perhaps that would be safe to do. If he wasn’t dancing, or in the kitchen, where was he? Luckily Tilly’s house was big, she had worked like hell to get it. There was the basement of course, and the backyard bonfire. The dance floor seemed the only safe place.

“Can we go dancing?” You asked Karen.

“Sure, but let’s wait for Mary Beth and Sadie first,” She said, taking a long swig from her beer.

You watched the doorway to the kitchen, praying every person that walked in wouldn’t be him. It was unavoidable of course, but if you were able to put it off, you sure as hell would.

Mary Beth and Sadie entered. Mary Beth was beautiful, wearing a floral romper, black open toed sandals and wavy curls. Sadie was stunning as well, with her ripped jeans and band shirt, she was wearing a leather jacket too, however, not quite the same as Karen. Sadie had French braids in, and a new piercing on her ear it seemed.

Mary Beth gave you a tight hug.

“How are you doing?” She asked you.

“I’m fine, I guess. I heard Arthur’s here, which won’t be too good,” You shrugged, taking another sip from your cup.

Mary Beth’s shoulders went slack, she gave you a sympathetic look.

“We saw him earlier. He looks just as miserable, trust me,” Sadie told you with a wave of her hand. Karen handed her a beer.

“Karen and I will beat him up for you, trust me,” Sadie nudged Karen with her elbow.

“I know you guys will. Mary Beth and I will cheer you guys on from the sidelines,” You laughed again.

“Go Karen! Go Sadie! You beat Arthur Morgan up!” Mary Beth gave her peppiest cheer.

“Who’s beating up Arthur?” A voice asked from around the corner.

Dutch.

Sadie groaned, mumbling something under her breath.

“Be calm, my ladies. I’m just bringing my men some drinks, I’ll be gone soon enough,” He said dismissively.

“Where’s Arthur?” Sadie asked him, glaring at him as he pulled some beers from the cooler.

“Backyard with the rest of us. I’d avoid it if I was you, rest of the guys are cheering him up.”

“Cheering him up?” Karen scoffed.

“Last time I checked, he broke up with her,” She continued.

“That's none of my business.” Dutch gathered his beers and headed for the door.

“You ladies have a good night,” He said while leaving.

“We sure as hell will,” Sadie narrowed her eyes.

Karen and Mary Beth burst out with laughter.

“Let’s go dance!” Karen cheered, pulling you with her. Your cup of vodka was discarded at the kitchen counter.

The dance floor didn’t seem quite as menacing anymore, no wonder they called alcohol, liquid courage. Body’s swayed in the dark mass of people. The bright strobe lights were damn near blinding.

Karen and Mary Beth already began dancing, their arms moving to the tune, body’s swaying. Sadie wasn’t much of a dancer, but she seemed to like this song.

So why weren’t you dancing? You were motionless in the sea of people, your eyes wandering to the screen door that led to the backyard.

You couldn’t see out, but you knew he was there. The music seemed to fade away, almost like falling asleep. You were awake one moment, and you were in the realms of sleep moments later.

The outside looked like a portal, mysterious and intriguing. It was right there. He was right there. You could so easily walk out there and tell him how much you’ve missed him, praying he would take you back.

But Arthur didn’t want to see you. It was over, you were both finished.

It’s like your heart beat with him, like you could feel him just on the other side of the barrier between you.

Sadie shouting your name woke you up from your trance. It was somehow even more ear splitting than the deafening music.

“What?” You shouted over the music.

“Are you okay?” She responded, looking into your tear filled eyes.

“Can we go talk?”

Sadie nodded, pulling you aside, she led you through the crowd to the kitchen again. The only safe place in the house it seemed.

It was much quieter now. Your heart thrummed in your ear like a steady drum.

“Have you talked to Arthur at all?” Sadie asked, leaning against the counter.

“No, not since he broke up with me,” You bit your lip, the words came out choked.

“Well, I did. I talked to him yesterday. He’s not handling it very well. I know you want to talk to him.”

“No, not since he broke up with me,” You bit your lip, the words came out choked.

“Well, I did. I talked to him yesterday. He’s not handling it very well. I know you want to talk to him.”

“What did he say?”

“For starters, he was drunk out of his mind. I had to swing by his apartment to make sure he didn’t die,” Sadie continued.

“Thank you for taking care of him, Sadie.”

“Yep. But, he was pretty much out of it. He mumbled a few things about you, I’d never seen him so distraught. I got him in bed though.”

You wiped away your tears, giving Sadie a hug. She always did give the best hugs.

“I think it would be in your best interest to talk to him. Maybe not tonight, but in the next few days. I think it would bring some closure for the both of you,” She told you.

“Yeah, I think so too. I’m just afraid, what if I can’t do it or he yells at me?” You felt weak, embarrassed that you were acting so fragile.

“Then, like I said, Karen and I will swoop in there.”

“Thank you Sadie, seriously. Where would I be without you?”

“Probably dead in all honesty.” She laughed.

You stared at her for a moment.

“Let’s go dance some more,” You said with newly found cheer.

This time, you led Sadie to the floor. Mary Beth and Karen were still dancing like the goddesses they are.

You swayed to the music, letting your body feel the music. You let go of worry for a moment's notice. The music was uplifting and fast, a song you could dance to.

Worries and fears melted away, in that moment, it was only you and the music. Nothing else mattered. You felt like the only person in the room, above all else.

Karen, Mary Beth, and Sadie were all elated to see you dance like no one was watching.

The song was coming to an end, and you felt yourself slow. Like your veins were stopping pushing blood through your body.

You were coming down from your high, your cloud nine experience. When the music finally stopped, you took in your surroundings. Looking towards the screen door, you saw him.

Arthur was there. In the corner. He was staring directly at you.

You instantly felt sick, you split through the crowd, racing to the front door. It was all too much.

The crowd was left behind, your friends shouting your name.

Anxiety filled your entire body like a virus, taking over every part of your being.

You reached the door, pulling it open, relishing the feeling of the cool air on your skin. It was too damn hot in that house. You slid against the porch, falling to the concrete with a thud.

Tears fell from your eyes freely. A thousand memories, a thousand thoughts rushed through your mind like a tsunami, forcefully upturning everything you had ever known. Your face felt hot, but the cool air felt absolutely wonderful on your hot skin. You tried wiping away the tears but they kept falling. It felt suffocating, like you were trapped in your own body.

The front door opened, letting the noise from the party enter your small slice of heaven. You looked up. Mary Beth, Sadie and Karen watched you with caring eyes.

“Arthur was just coming in for a beer,” Sadie said first.

You rested your head on your knees, looking up at your best friend’s.

“He really was. He didn’t know you were here,” Mary Beth continued.

“I think I just want to be alone right now,” You mumbled, staring out towards the deserted street.

“Alright, well, we’ll come check up on you in thirty minutes, okay?” Karen opened the door, looking at you one last time.

You nodded, continuing to stare at the street. You could see the lights from the city. Your home was there, everything you had ever known resided in that city. You wondered what would have happened if you went with Arthur to his new job, everything would be different, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting on your friend’s porch crying your eyes out at a party.

Minutes passed as the tears rolled on. The lights twinkled from the city.

Arthur was hurting too, you remembered. Neither of you had much of a choice, you still loved him, as much as you didn’t want to, you did. Your heart ached at just the thought of him, your chest felt heavy.

You inhaled deeply, you shook with every breath. The tears kept coming. It was a mistake to come to this party, you would rather be at home in bed, with a bottle of whiskey and ice cream.

The door slowly pushed open. You didn’t bother looking up.

“Nice night, ain’t it?”

You froze, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Go away,” You said, your voice weak.

Arthur was silent, he leaned against the doorframe. You didn’t dare look at him.

“I know you don’t want to see me.”

This time, it was your turn to be silent. You allowed your head to fall against the wall. Arthur sat down next to you. You immediately felt your body tense up, like a big red warning sign was going off in your head.

“But we need to talk.”

“About what, Arthur? What could you possibly have to say to me?” You snapped at him. It was like the words weren’t even yours, anger consumed you.

“I don’t know. I guess that I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry?” You stood up, brushing yourself off, turning away from him.

“You know I had no choice,” Arthur said, almost accusingly.

You scoffed bitterly, you turned to face him. His face shattered your heart, it was like his eyes were begging you to understand. Tears welled in your eyes again as you felt your anger crumble into sadness.

“Where did we go wrong?” You asked him, your bottom lip trembling. All you wanted was a hug, and him to tell you it was alright. You wanted him back in your bed, wanted him to hold you when things got rough, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“I don’t know,” Arthur said quietly. He looked as handsome as ever.

“I’m sorry, Arthur,” You slowly walked towards him, your hand reaching up like you were waiting for permission, your hand was right in front of his chest. He leaned into it, and pulled you into a hug.

You sobbed into his chest, it felt so good to just get it all out, he gently caressed your hair. The two of you stayed that way for what seemed like hours. His hug felt so secure, like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

“I’ve missed you,” Arthur said. The single sentence held so much meaning, so much depth.

You let go off his warm body, looking directly into his eyes that seemed to peer right into your very soul. God, he was handsome.

“I’m not taking the job in Phoenix,” He said after a moment.

You lightly gasped.

“You’re not?”

Arthur shook his head.

“Why?”

“I realized there’s a lot more here for me than there is in Arizona,” Arthur reached out, and lightly held your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. You slowly leaned into him, your eyes fluttering shut.

It felt like the first time. He kissed you slowly, it was welcoming and intoxicating. Arthur felt like home. He was your home.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes looked like they were swirling, clouded with emotion.

“Can we just go back to normal?” You asked.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” Arthur responded. He kissed you again, this time with less hesitance.

“I missed you too,” You said when he pulled away.”

“I know.”

•••

[blissfulparker]

Black beauty pt.6–koh!tom

Summary→tom, the king of hell, has no time for love or any woman in his life. He spends his days finding new punishments for the people who deserve it. You, spend your days in heaven making everyone happy. Never wanting a soul to feel down. What happens when heaven decides to send you down to join tom in hell? Why would they send their best angel to the devil himself?

Warnings→fluff

A/n→so sorry this is so late I’m also sorry there is no read more tag, I’m on mobile so I can’t add a read more tag and I know less people will reblog because of that. Anyways here’s part 6 and I hope you enjoy!💓

Taglist is closed!

Previous part!

He was right, his bed was better. Bigger, softer, more pillows, when he laid you down you almost just sunk into the bed and fell asleep completely. Your wings tucked into themselves to help you find a comfortable position and tom slid in after you.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You turn to face him.

His face lit by the fire that burned in the corner of the room, a small Hell hound laid curled in a bed.

There were rumors that the Kings fire pit—the one in his room—burned only on broken, fallen, terrible souls, souls that don’t even have a place in Hell. There were rumors that if you got close enough to the fire, you could hear all the screams of each individual soul. That was hopefully just a rumor.

“But you were scared, you see, I am really protective over things that are mine. You, peaches, are mine. You’re my responsibility and I want to get you out of here all when keeping you alive. You are very interesting and honestly that’s why you’re not dead.” He pushes your hair back and you furrow your brows.

“Wow, Thanks.” You roll your eyes but then look back at tom. You’re a lot closer than before so you get a better look. He’s got soft freckles that dance across his face, a crooked eyebrow, soft eyes that are filled with sleep still, he looks peaceful. Maybe that’s what he wanted, to look peaceful but do the most damage.

“You’re really special angel, I can’t read your mind for the life of me.” The palm of his hand meets your cheek and gently caresses it.

“Maybe I don’t want you to read it.” You wink and he grows a smirk.

“Woah, the angels getting a little fiesty, I like it.” He jokes and you hear his laugh. The king of hell just laughed. Maybe that was the first time anyone has ever heard it when it wasn’t a deep chuckle that made you scared.

“Does it still burn when you touch me?” You ask and he shakes his head and finds your hand to interlock it with his.

“No, it’s strange. Now it is almost...soothing, not like how it was before. I think that’s why I like you down here, I get to figure you out.” He takes his hand out of yours before rolling over. “Goodnight darling see you in the morning.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“You don’t want to hold me or me hold you?” You ask innocently. It was pretty normal for people in heaven to hold someone while they slept, you didn’t have anyone but up in heaven cuddling was extremely normal. It was almost werid if you didn’t cuddle.

“I’m sorry?” He rolled back over and you draped your arms around him. No one, absolutely no one has ever held him while he slept. Not even the girls he’s slept with and he makes sure of that.

“I’ll hold you while you sleep, cuddling? Haven’t you done it?” You asked and he looked at your hand. His heart, it was softened, your actions made his heart soft.

“Darling, take your hand off of me.” He doesn’t want to get attached, He already made the mistake of knowing your name, allowing you to bake for him, inviting you into his bed, he didn’t want love. He couldn’t want love.

“Thomas, you’ll sleep better if I hold you.” You let your soft pink chipped nails massage his head. He whimpered into the touch as no one has ever done this. “Just fall asleep, not all touches have to be sexual you know.” You remind him and he grows a smirk of what to say.

“Are you a Virgin? Gods purest creation?” He asks and you stare him right in the eyes which was almost a bad idea.

“My sexual experiences have nothing to do with you, Thomas.” You tell him and you rolled over taking your hands off of him.

“It’s tom.” He reminded you again and you groaned.

“And it’s (y/n). Not darling or peaches or whatever pet name you wanna use to seduce me.” You tell him and he chuckles.

“Okay, Goodnight (y/n).” He rolls a bit and the finally, he finally throws his arm over you. His number one rule was to never cuddle girls he slept with in bed, it gave them the impression they can stay longer. But he didn’t sleep with you so it really didn’t matter, but he still used physical affection.

You one the other hand grew a soft smile. You cracked the king of hell. It was surprising actually, he calmed down for you.

Although tom was screwed with falling for an angel, just like you were screwed for falling with the devil.

*

Tom woke up and you were missing. Your spot cold and empty but a strong smell of eggs filled his room. He almost winced as he never ate breakfast unless it was an occasion. It didn’t matter anyways he could just have someone bring him food to his office if he wanted.

He slipped out of bed, rubbing his eyes before he grabbed the door handle and walked out. His alarm clock said it was 9:45am, three hours later than his usual time to wake up.

“Darli—(y/n)?” He entered the kitchen seeing you scramble eggs into a pan. The kitchen was messy, there were bowls and bacon in one pan with eggs in another.

“You’re awake!” You jump a little as his hand touches the small of your back. Tom has a confused look on his face since he’s still confused as to why you were making breakfast.

“Dove, What is this?” He asks and you set down the spatula and turn to him.

“You were out like a light, I came down here and offered to make breakfast instead of the maids. There’s muffins in the oven along with fresh cinnamon rolls and bacon, I cut up some fruits and put it in the fridge, and now I’m working on eggs.” You give him a soft smile and he nods. He was extremely shocked and you laughed a bit before touching his cheek.

“No ones made me breakfast before.” He admits and you shake your head.

“This is for everyone, not just you. Listen I’m sorry for getting upset with you last night and—” he cut you off and shook his head.

“No, no, don’t apologize I’m a prick and I know it. I still can’t believe—why are you doing all this?” He asks and you shrug.

“I always loved doing this. The children in heaven would come help and we’d just make as much baked goods and breakfast for as many people we could. Being nice is a good feeling tom.” You tell him and he rolls his eyes not wanting to hear another thing about him needing to be nice.

“You’re wearing my jumper.” His hands go to your waist and you look down with a small blush.

“I didn’t feel much comfortable going out in the slip you gave me so a threw on a jumper. Sorry, if you want it back—“ you start and he shakes his head. His hands ball the material into fists and it rises up your thigh a bit.

“You look beautiful.” He looks at you up and down and you blush. Tom took pride in making you blush since it was actually way harder than he thought.

“You should put on a shirt, you have goosebumps.” You swallow hard and he lifts you up on the counter. He slips in between your legs as you two are now face to face.

“I don’t need a shirt it’s my house and I’m the king. Also these goosebumps are from you darling and you seem to have them too.” His fingers dance up your sides as he’s so close to kissing you before the sound of the kitchen door opens and a curly haired redhead—Harry starts to come in.

“Get. Out.” Toms voice booms before the boy could even say anything he scurried off. “Sorry that’s my brother.” His hands rest on your thighs and you let your head fall into his shoulder.

“For the love of heavens, stop yelling at everyone who comes into this kitchen!” You push him off as you hop down. You grab the oven mit and get ready to take the muffins out. They were blueberry, Toms favorite but you didn’t know that quite yet.

“Are those blueberry?” He asked and you nodded.

“Why? Are you allergic?” You asked and he shook his head. You stare at him trying to read his emotions. “They’re your favorite, I can tell. I’ll make them more often.” You give him a soft smile and he leans against the counter.

“Do I have to eat with everyone?” He whines like a child and you give him a look.

“Yes, you will. And you will be nice.” You glance and he rolls his eyes. “Thoma—“ he stops you before you can get to it.

“Tom, you will address me by tom. You’re not my demon.” He shakes his head and you nod.

“Tom, it would be nice if you ate with everyone.” You told him and suddenly his hard cold heart came back.

“Well, I have work to do.” He picks a handful of berries before he walks out of the room. With one last sigh you go back to fixing up the eggs.

The two of you wanted the same thing. Fair and square, you to leave. Although something was telling you that you can’t leave. Something was also telling tom you should stay.

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[daemongal]

The first snow of winter

So, managed to throw something together with *squints at clock* 20 minutes of Christmas left here. Thank you @cantcopewithlosingv for the ideas for this. Merry christmas to you all, hope you enjoy the Dante fluff, with a dappling of angst because for some reason I do this to myself! I'm on mobile so sorry I cant add the read more cut D:

***

The snow flurried around you as you tucked your face tightly into your scarf. Today would mark the 164th day you had taken this walk; not that you were counting.

The journey from your flat to the shop took about 30 minutes, a 1 hour round trip and a perfectly good use of your time in the grand scheme of things.

Today marked 164 days since you had seen the legendary devil hunters smile, since you had heard a corny joke run from between his lips, since you had walked into the shop to see him asleep at his desk.

The Qliphoth uprooted many lives, but you hadn’t expected its effects to be this far reaching. Nero broke the news to you, and so you swore to visit the shop every day thereafter, awaiting and willing his return.

Some days the lights were on and your heart raced in your chest, only to be met with the somewhat guilty expression of either Trish, Lady or Nero. They were doing their best to keep the shop up and running, but devil hunters were in high demand cleaning up the fallout left behind by the gaping gate opened by the demon tree.

Tonight was like every other night, except for the date and the weather; December 25th during the first snow of the winter. You probably should have dressed heavier, but the cold biting at your skin helped you feel, how could you say, more alive.

Today, your journey took 45 minutes, 55 if you count the 10 minutes you spent seemingly glued to the pavement staring at the unlit, barren windows of the Devil May Cry, willing the tears freely falling from your eyes to stop.

Were you hoping for a Christmas miracle? Who knows. Maybe all the holiday movies and smiles on your families faces filled you with a certain uncharacteristic optimism that made this particular outcome that little bit harder to swallow.

When you eventually lifted your now snow covered feet from the spot, you placed the gift bag you held by the door; there was no point in taking it back with you anyway.

You wiped the last remnants of tears from your face and with a final sniffle, you headed home.

***

You shivered below your thin jacket, cursing your stubbornness as you pulled your scarf up to cover your freezing nose.

“Should have wrapped yourself up better sweetheart. You never did cope well in the cold.” You stopped in your tracks, too afraid to turn around, to see the empty road, settled snow dappled only by your lone footprints.

You accepted that you didn’t have the strength of mind to merely assume that those words spoken in his voice were only a figment of your imagination, as you slowly turned on your heels, staring bleary eyes at the red clad figure standing under the streetlight.

Your voice caught in your throat as you opened your dry lips in disbelief.

“D-Dante, is that... is that really you?” You blinked a few times as your legs slowly carried you towards him, catching a glimpse of that familiar toothy grin.

“In the flesh. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten this handsome mug already?” Fresh tears filled your eyes as you broke into a sprint towards him, snow crunching beneath each heavy footstep before you flung your arms around his waist.

“I-I didn’t know when you were coming back. If you were coming back.” You pressed your face into his chest, inhaling his scent to ground yourself, to convince yourself he was actually here. His arm draped gently over your shoulder as he pressed his face against the top of your head.

“Hey now come on, hasn’t been that long has it?”

“...over 6 months,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.

“Well shit. We just got back. Water was still on but no electric. I’ll be having words with those crazy bitches when I see them. So much for watching the place.” You giggled, whether in relief or at his affectionate insult you couldn’t tell but you stayed latched to him, almost afraid that he’d vanish if you let go.

“Hey, don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not taking any more extended vacations in the demon world anytime soon. Trust me; seen enough of that place for a lifetime.”

A strong breeze caught you off-guard as your body shivered against his.

“Hey, you’re freezing. Here, just lemme get this off.” You pulled yourself back slightly as he pulled off his coat, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping it around your front, brushing some of the freshly fallen snow from your hair.

Your body immediately warmed, the residual body heat radiating from the lining covered you like a blanket, the smell of leather and gunpowder filling your nostrils.

“Won’t you be cold?” you asked tentatively, glancing up to see a pleased grin on his face.

“Don’t worry about me babe,” he reached to grab the red material wrapped around his neck, “I’ve got my scarf to keep me warm.” You’re cheeks warmed with a blush as you recognised your hand knitted scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. He pulled you back against his chest suddenly, nuzzling his face against the top of your head.

“Guess it was a shame I missed Santa. Been tryin’ to catch him since I was young. No one believes me, but I swear that guy must be a demon. No way a human could do what he does in a night.” You couldn’t hold back as you burst into laughter against his chest.

“Oh sure laugh it up, you’re just as bad as Trish and Lady. That’s exactly the reaction they had too.”

“I’m sorry,” you took a deep breath, smile still stretched across your cheeks, “you do have a point though. I think you might be on to something there.” Every word he spoke just made you realise more and more how much you missed this man.

“But yeah... merry Christmas Dante.”

“Do I uhh... ask about what this was doing in that bag?” Dante waved something above you as your raised your head to catch a glance, gasping as your eyes set on the small bundle of green leaves between his fingers.

You groaned, dropping your head back against his chest.

“Drunken me’s genius idea I’m guessing.” Dante smirked.

“Well, drunken you’s a smart cookie in my opinion. Seems like a genius idea to me.” You pulled your head back, slowly raising your head to meet his unexpectedly intense gaze.

“That is,” he gently ran his fingers through your hair, lowering to trace your jawline and then settling them under your chin, “if we mean to honour tradition.” You swallowed, absentmindedly running your tongue over your lips in anticipation.

“Would be wrong... not to... wouldn’t it?” A lopsided grin spread up his cheek as he lifted your chin, lowering his own head to your level as your noses brushed, locking his lips with yours seconds later.

They were soft, gentle and almost cautious as your eyes fluttered closed. You reached your hand up to run through his hair as his lips began to move against yours, fingers caressing your cheek, other hand pressing against the small of your back, pulling you close.

He tasted like whisky, strong and sharp and his stubble scratched against your cold skin leaving a pleasant tingling behind. Your other arm wrapped around his broad shoulders as his tongue tentatively brushed against your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth, giving him access as he explored your mouth, caressing his tongue against your own. It was all so perfect, the moment you’d been imagining for months, real and happening, and more amazing that you could have believed.

You smiled against his lips as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against your own, keeping you close as you both caught your breath.

“We should really get you someplace warm. Your nose is like ice.” You pressed your lips back to his for another light kiss before pressing into his chest once more.

“Just... gimme 2 more minutes.”

“Sure. You’ve waited long enough, it’s the least I can do.”

“Best Christmas ever,” you muttered against his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, lingering for a few seconds.

“We’ve got the whole night ahead of us yet babe. Plenty of time to make it even better.”

[super-btstrash-posts]

You dye your hair to match theirs

*sorry in advance to mobile readers. I typed this on my phone but I plan on adding a read more tab asap.

*Seokjin*

You giggled nervously when the hair dresser started to add the bleach into your hair. You had decided to dye your hair purple to match Jin’s latest act of rebellion. You knew that it didn’t turn out exactly how he wanted it to and he was kind of sad about it so you decided that you should match.

“Are you sure that you want this? I can stop after we get it bleached. I don’t have to add in the purple. Besides the blonde isn’t going to take long.”

She says.

You shook your head.

“No. I want to do this. I’m just a bit nervous. I don’t know if I will like it but I want to try something new. I’ve only had my hair normal colors I want something different for once.”

You say.

She nods and continues what she is doing.

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Jin knew that you had a hair appointment but he didn’t think that it would take this long. He thought you were only going for a quick trim as you always do around this time every month. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his phone out to begin to text you. As soon as he pulled messages up a message from you popped up.

‘Something came up and there was a mixup with my appointment so it’s going to take longer than I thought it would. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I’ll bring some takeout on my way back. I know you are stressed, don’t worry about dinner. It’s on me tonight.’

Jin smiled and placed his phone to the side deciding to take a nap until you got home.

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You played with your hair nervously as you waited for the elevator to come down. You could only hope that Jin liked your hair. You loved it. The bright purple shade making you feel fearless and happy. You unlocked the door to the apartment and took the food to the kitchen. You then walked to the living room where Jin was sitting. He looked up and his phone dropped into his lap.

“Jagiya?! Oh my goodness you look to cute. Why didn’t you just tell me that you were going to dye your hair?!”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I knew you felt a little sad about your hair not turning out so I decided that maybe if we matched then it wouldn’t be so bad. Besides I think I like it.”

You say, smiling.

He grins.

“Well color me impressed. I never knew that purple could look good on anyone besides myself. Now, where’s that takeout that you promised me?”

He says.

You giggle and lead him to the kitchen where you get started organizing out all of the food you had ordered.

*Yoongi*

You nervously fiddled with the rings on your hands as one of the boy’s stylist blow dried your hair. You had decided in light of your boyfriend’s new mixtape dropping to bleach your hair to his signature Agust D color that he was now supporting. You had decided to steal one of his leather jackets and pair it with one of your own black tshirts and a pair of ripped skinny jeans and black doc martens. He was shooting a music video today and you were going to go and surprise him while he was on set.

“Thank you Unnie.”

You say when she finishes off curling the ends of your hair and helping you carefully place the black cap over your head.

“It’s no problem. Now go and knock your boyfriend off his feet because you are looking good.”

She jokes.

You giggle and playfully knock your shoulder against hers which she returned with her own playfull shove.

“Seriously go. You haven’t seen him in months and I didn’t do all of this work for nothing.”

She says.

You yelp when she lightly pushes you towards the door. You walk onto set and hide behind some of the staff as you waited for the scene to be called to an end. You couldn’t help but to smile as you watched Yoongi on set. He looked truly happy and his happiness was contagious. The music stopped and Yoongi went over to the table to grab a snack and some coffee. You carefully snuck up behind him and covered his eyes.

“Guess who.”

You whisper in his ear.

He gasps and quickly turns around. His eyes widen when he takes in your appearance.

“Holy shit babe! You look amazing. When did you get this done and is that my jacket. Not that I care because I mean what’s mine is yours and however that statement goes.”

You giggle at his rambling and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He quieted down and stared at you with a dazed look in his eyes.

“You really do look good. I can’t believe that you dyed your hair. I’m just so glad that you are here. I love you so much.”

He says, finally pulling you in for a tight hug.

*Hoseok*

Hoseok has recently added some blonde highlights into his dark hair and you loved it. You had always wanted to try something different and you were always dying your hair some new color. So that’s what lead to this, the weird rubber cap on your head with small strands of hair pulled through and you slathering it with the bleach that you had gotten. You had decided to do it at your apartment so that Hoseok wouldn’t see you when he came home for his break to take a shower. It wasn’t unusual for you to go back to your apartment sometimes because after all you couldn’t stay holed up in the dorms all the time. You had other things that you had to do and apparently today that was give your highlights. You waited and watched as your hair slowly became lighter. Once it got to the color you wanted you pulled off the cap and rinsed out the bleach. Then you went to toning it. Once you were finished you blow dried your hair and then decided to get some takeout to carry to the boys at practice since it was getting close to dinner and you knew that they hadn’t stopped to eat yet. You got all of their favorites and yours and a couple of sodas and made your way to BigHit. You walked into the practice room and placed all of the food down before turning the music off. The boys looked up and then they all raced to you. Hoseok was the first one to reach you.

“Oh my goodness! Your hair. Baby you look amazing. Did you really do this because my hair inspired you?”

He asks, cheeks turning pink.

“Yes, your hair always looks so good and I really like the blonde highlights. I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to match with my favorite person. Besides, we both know that I have a bad habit of dying my hair whenever the inspiration strikes.”

You say, smiling.

“Okay enough with the mushy stuff. Let’s eat before all of this can get cold and go to waste.”

Yoongi grumbles.

“You’re just mad because you don’t have a girlfriend that would dye their hair to match yours.”

Hoseok says.

Yoongi grumbles again and walks away with his plate of food. You giggle and Hoseok quickly pecks your lips before starting to fix himself a plate.

*Namjoon*

Namjoon has been keeping his hair blonde for a while now and you had never really wanted to dye your hair before now and you knew that you wanted it to be blonde like your boyfriends. That’s what lead you to be sitting on your best friends bathroom at three in the morning.

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?”

You asked nervously as your friend mixes the hair dye.

“Of course I know what I am doing? Who do you think I am? I’ve literally been dying my hair since high school. I think I am perfectly capable to dying someone else’s. Now sit still.”

She says, starting to section off and clip up your hair.

An hour later your friend had you facing away from the mirror blow drying your hair.

“Why can’t I see it yet?”

You whine.

“Because I’m not finished yet. I still have to tone it.”

She says.

You sigh and slump down in the chair that you were sitting in. You just want to FaceTime Namjoon. He’s on tour and you don’t get to talk to him much.

——————————————

Your hair is finally finished and you have to admit that you actually look pretty hot. You squealed happily when you saw that Namjoon was requesting to FaceTime you. You flung yourself onto your bed and quickly answered. He stops mid sentence when he sees your face on the screen.

“Your hair. Damn baby girl. I didn’t know that you could get any hotter but I guess I was wrong. From now own you are only allowed to keep your hair blonde. I’m just kidding, seriously though baby you look amazing. What made you decide to dye it?”

“You. You just look so good with blonde hair. I just thought maybe I could give it a try. Not going to lie, I kind of really like it so you might have to get used to it for a while.”

You say, smiling.

He chuckles.

“I’m more than okay with you keeping blonde hair. Maybe I like it a little too much.”

He says, cheeks heating with embarrassment.

“Oh my god!”

You squealed, hiding your face behind your hands.

*Jimin*

You smiled softly as you watched your boyfriend perform his comeback stage. His peachy pink hair kept grabbing your attention. You looked down at your blonde hair and smirked. You knew that the stylist usually kept the dye on hand in case the boys decided that they wanted to dye their hair. You get one of the them to find the dye and another to help you. They had just wrapped the tinfoil around your head as Jimin and the boys came off stage for an outfit change. You walked over and helped Jimin out of his jacket and shirt to change into the new one. He looked at your hair confused.

“I didn’t think that you needed a touch up babe. Especially in the middle of a show.”

He says.

“Nah, not a touch up but a change. It will be finished by the time that you get off stage though.”

You say.

“Am I allowed to know the color?”

He asks.

“Nope. It’s a surprise. Now, get your handsome self back out there on the stage and give your fans a good show.”

You say, swatting at his butt.

He giggled but jogged to catch up with the boys. You watched them until the stylist said it was time to wash out your hair. You quickly did and she blowdried it and styled it. You smiled as gently fixed your hair behind your shoulders. It was perfect and you knew that Jimin would love it. You finished watching the concert and the boys walked offstage. Yoongi was the first to notice your hair and gave you a gummy smile. You heard Jimin squeal and then you felt him tackle you onto the couch.

“Jagiya! I can’t believe you dyed your hair to match mine! You’re too cute!”

He squeals, playing gently with your curls.

“Well, it was time for a change and I really wanted to match you. Maybe I wanted to be one of those cliche couples that you see on Instagram.”

You say.

He hugs you tightly.

“I still can’t believe that you are all mine.”

He says, burying his face into your neck.

*Taehyung*

You knew that the fans love Taehyung’s bright blue hair, you on the other hand not so much. That’s why you were appalled when you lost the bet against your best friend and she demanded that you dyed your hair the same bright blue. That’s what brought you too your favorite stylist and the bleach burning your scalp.

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You sighed to yourself as you looked in the mirror in you and Taehyung’s shared bathroom. The bright blue in your hair now meaning twice the stained pillow case and twice the stained towels that would never quite be the same no matter how many times that you wash them. You decided to go to the studio to go ahead and get the initial shock of your brightly colored hair over with. You walked inside and as soon as Taehyung caught sight of you his jaw dropped.

“Jagiya! We match!”

He says, clapping happily.

“I know. I didn’t like it for the first few hours but I think that I could get used to it. I’m just going to have to buy new pillow cases and towels once we both go back to normal colors.”

You say.

“But why did you dye it? You said that you hated how it stained everything.”

He says.

“I was playing cards with Y/B/F/N and I lost and this was my consequence. So enjoy it while it lasts because I’m never going to be bleaching my hair again. My scalp is fried.”

You say pouting.

“Well, I for one like it baby.”

He says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

*Jeongguk*

You smiled at the picture that you had been tagged in by a fan. It was of Jeongguk with his hair dyed. He had gotten blonde tips a few days ago and had mentioned that he was going to dye them for the concert but didn’t mention the color. You smiled fondly at the orange that was now in his hair. It was your favorite color (just pretend if it’s not). You hadn’t been dating but for about eight months but you knew that Jeongguk was it for you. He was the one. That’s what lead you to your rash decision to dye your hair. You booked an appointment and now you have bright orange tips to your hair just like your boyfriend who would be getting home any minute now. You run to the door when you hear it open and tackle him into a hug before he could even get through the door. You looked up at him while he stared at your hair in confusion.

“When did you dye your hair?”

He asks.

“Today. It was kind of a rash decision after fans kept tagging me in a picture of you. Next thing I know I have matching orange hair.”

You say, biting your lip nervously.

He smiled and then crashes his lips onto yours.

“I think it’s hot that you dyed your hair the same color as mine.”

He says when he pulls away.

You smile.

“Well, I guess we are going to be matching until one of us decides to dye their hair.”

You say.

“If I dye mine first will you dye yours too?”

He asks, giving you his best Bambi eyes.

You smile.

“Okay! No need to bring out the Bambi eyes. You know that I will give you anything that you want when you do that.”

You say.

“Anything?”

He asks, excited.

“What do you want Guk?”

“Play Overwatch with me?”

He asks, Bambi eyes coming back out to play.

You groan and find yourself nodding your head.

“Go and get everything set up.”

“Thank you Jagiya! I love you!”

He says, pressing a caste kiss to your lips.

You smile and shake your head. You couldn’t help but fall in love all over again.

[vespiiqueen]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you (if you want !! 💛💖)

Wow I rambled a lot with this but i can't add cuts bc I'm on mobile rn DHSISHSJ sorry :"))))

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1. Ik Ik "haha how cringe are you" of me to say, but honestly? Homestuck. Homestuck helped me in a time of need and when i so desperately wanted something to latch onto. Finally, I caved into my friends telling me to read it-- and it's been a blast!! The epilogues / hs^2 make me feel kinda sad though, because so much of what I loved about the original was yeeted through the nine circles of hell and into the trash. I love Y/ffany's (I call her Yippi tho) design, the art is really pretty at times, Harry is a major dork, I LIVE for seeing Vrissy bc honestly?? Her design is 10/10, very early 2000s emo style and I also live for that. Tavros is cute and a nerd and I think that's swell!

But in terms of story and how any of this happens, it makes me sad to see it happen. If Vriska could return as Vrissy, why not OTHER beta trolls? Where's my Eridan fish man, writers?? Give me the boy or perish by my fury.

2. Also super "haha how cringe are you" but,,, murder cats (Warriors), esp the early 2005-2015 amvs and stuff. I remember watching Flightfootwarrior's "I Will Not Bow" Scourge amv for HOurs and having no clue what was happening, but all these edgy kitties were KITTIES! It's introduced me to a lot of music I still listen to to this very day (Imagine Dragons, Young/the entirety of Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin). And yknow what?? This new arc is absolute chaos, but in the good way.

I'm an "OG Fan". I prefer the first arc, The Prophecies Begin, to almost any of the other arcs. I just could never get into the other arcs-- not to say I haven't read them, I HAVE and the Fire Scene was probably one of my favorite moments beside grumpy Jaypaw, god complex Lionblaze, and fear the gods Hollypaw. I thought the build-up for it was SUPER satisfying. Gray Wing is my baby and I fully embellish in the Gray Wing is Silverpelt theory.

This new arc is definitely something new for the universe. While I didn't read aVoS (but I may do that if i can find the files for it), and so I don't know the major events of it other than what I've seen M.A.P.'s (Multi-Animator Projects, for clarification,,, bc unfortunately that term is also something disgusting). There's fucking cat possession and all the Clans questioning their belief system, yo. Shit be on fire.

Also the Imposter is 100% Ashfur, that's canon now, yeah??? Also im sorry but fuck Root x Bristle that's the dumbest shit I have ever seen. Give me Root x Shadow or face the wrath of my dragon plushies.

RiverClan is my Clan and my gov assigned warrior name is Fireshell 🌟🌟

3. As much as I hate the author,,,,, Harry Potter. It's been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. I can never really remember why, but I've always just loved it- the movies, the books, the extra little merch that would pop up in my local Walmart. Of course my favorite character is Draco Malfoy. I could go on and on and ON about how I think his character arc was SHIT and JKR didn't have the balls to make him a confident gay man that was always implied through the text (at least, my lesbian ass thought it was implied but i may just be projecting, idk). I could ramble about Draco for HOURS and what I think his character SHOULD have been and how his parents are horrible (more specifically, Lucius bc Narcissa [?] Actually showed a few good moments), and a child should never have to pay for their parents sins.

Oh noo, Draco's a villain because he's a victim of major abuse and peer pressure? He's a villain because a literal child can be horrible and they'll always always always stay as a horrible little fiend?? Fuck that. He's a child.

Unlike manchild grease pan Snape, who was a racist piece of shit and shouldn't have became a fucking school teacher but it's okay because he was ~~~in love~~~. No, fuck you, he was a creep. James Potter n Co may have been a little posh bitch to you, Snape, but that's no fucking excuse to continue to bluntly be a little cunt all the way into adulthood. You're an adult who flatly changed your PATRONUS to imitate Lily's. You have no excuse. And Harry went and named his child after you LIKE JESUS CHRIST, DID RON'S SISTER NOT HAVE A SAY IN THE NAMES TOO?????

I also fully adore the idea that Muggles can run into Hogwarts and their patronus can 100% be a made up, fantasy creature. Imagine you learn the patronus spell and suddenly fucking ARCEUS comes from your wand. Imagine learning the spell and CHTULU (i did not spell that right but im so tired) comes from your wand-- an entire ass fucking Lovecraftian, Eldrith horror is just the embodiment of you. What if it was a fucking Homestuck character like Vriska? How fucking METAL would that be?? Hskajssowjjsjs get on it fandom.

4. Hee hee very evident by my url but Pokemon is another major thing of mine. While vespiquen isn't my favorite (that title goes to Hydreigon), it is definitely up there!

I've ALWAYS enjoyed the idea of Pokemon. You run around, training up these fight monsters and collecting them. I remember playing my sister's Ruby version on her flip-up Gameboy. I couldn't even read but I ran around catching god only knows how many of the same pokemon wherever she was. Apparently, I had fought for hours in the same area and leveled her Blaziken up to lvl 50 something and left her lvl 30s in the dust LMAO.

I got my first game when it was Pearl/Diamond. It was Pearl, and it still holds a very fond place in my heart. I could barely read, I could barely write-- I had named my Turtwig something along the lines of "MmorpHy" and my player boy "ZbsibJ". Yes I remember the names slightly. I really didn't get far-- I barely got to the first gym but I was just so happy to play it.

I eventually lost the game, as a 5 year old would do, but I can still vividly remember what was happening when the game arrived. I had just came back from the dentist and was quite tired from fighting the dentist bc I was super scared. Mom suddenly handed me a box and said it was mine-- my overseas (at that time) dad had bought me Pearl and my sister Diamond, because I lost my shit about it when he visited one time.

Well, tdlr, I played it for about five minutes while struggling to stay awake against the loopy gas they made me take. I fell asleep listening to Twinleaf Town's soundtrack. Every time I play a rom of Pearl and I get to where the player's house fades in and I hear that first tune of the song, I get a huge smile on my face and cry-- as.. Weird as it sounds.

A few years later, I had gotten Pokemon Black bc I liked Reshiram on the cover. Now, this one I could actually READ when playing, but I don't remember a lot of things about it. I probably lost this one too, as a 8/9 year old would do. I DO remember, I chose Snivy and my sister chose Tepig (hrmm there's a theme here of grass/fire goin on......) and vibing to the music. I was so amazed by the sprites moving, I just kept getting into encounters to see the sprites move (oh boy, no one tell younger 7-9 y/o me about Zelda......oh wait....)

Playing Pokemon NOW, as a 17 year old """gifted""" chick, I stil have very fond memories. I recently beat Pokemon Black again and GOD the OTS SLAPS. I fucking adore the soundtrack-- the track that plays when you battle a trainer, the low health dings being turned into a legit song that also slaps, the battle! gym leader themes-- and oh my gOd, the legendary theme is amazing? It really tells you just how glorious these pokemon are supposed to be. It's not intimidating like Groudon/Kyroge/Rayquaza's themes. It's not action packed like Palkia/Dialga's is, it's not filled with tension like Giratina/Arceus's is-- but it radiates the GLORY that the beasts portray. And I live for that. (Also, Kyurem's version is my favorite because it glitches in the beginning and that's rly cool)

P/D/P and BW/BW2's stories, imo, are some of the greatest ones. Yeahhh, US/USUM's is cool and I haven't played XY nor SwSh-- but the ones I can find memorable are PDP and BW/BW2. I love N. I love Barry. They're my sons. Ghetsis is fucking terrifying, Cyrus needs a hug. Giratina scared the piss out of me when I was younger, which was NOT helped by Giratina and The Sky Warrior.

I think my favorite movies are the gen 4 ones. The Rise of Darkrai having a tear-jerking theme for such a mysterious pokemon (i still tear up when i hear Ocarion), Giratina being spiteful is a mood and Shaymin was cute, Arceus being angry is also a mood. Yeah, Pokemon 4Ever made me cry my eyes out over Celebi, Mewtwo Returns made me again cry because Mewtwo accepting who he is, I remember how vastly different the BW movies are-

I just. I have a lot of memories with the series, even if Gamefreak and Nintendo kinda do the series dirty a lot (your top-grossing thing and you made That monstrosity for the Switch? How dare you.). It's comforting to be stressed and pull up my roms for the games and to play them. Mystery Dungeon is incredibly fun to play, Pokemon Ranger is really fun with the concept (Shadows of Almia continues to kick my ass to this very day and FUCK the Jungle Relic, I hate the Water Challenge fucking gyarados bullshit). I remember the pokemon I got for MD (I got Time, my sis got Darkness) was Mudkip, if that is any help.

I love my little fictional pixel monsters.

5. Yup, someone told tiny 7-9 y/o me about console games. The legend of Zelda. My first Zelda game was Twilight Princess on the Wii and BOY did I play the fucking SHIT out of that game.

Honestly, looking back and looking at playthroughs now-- I still love TP. Twilight Princess is still one of my top favorite Zelda games-- yes, even after playing OoT, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker, Skyward Sword, the anniversary four swords edition for the DS where you could play by yourself (Nintendo pls bring that back, I don't have friends to play it with ;-;), Phantom Hourglass- ect.

Something about Twilight Princess grabbed me by the head and yeeted me into the world. I can remember playing it for hours with little to no breaks. I, a tiny 9 y/o, had gotten the hang of the controllers and managed to get past the tutorial quite easily. And then, I was launched into the game and I wasn't stopping for NOTHING. Mom and Dad would have to force me to save and get off to go and eat dinner. THAT sucked.

I had done everything on my own up until the first temple, the forest temple. Not where/when you saved the dumb kid, but when you were saving the spirit's light. Theeeeeeennn I got stuck on the fucking Forest Temple for deadass six months straight. I'd play for hours, running around in circles, unable to figure out where to go, and because I didn't grasp the temple's purpose of being that way- I'd get angry and get off. It wasn't until dad looked up a walkthrough and talked me through what I was supposed to do that I learned how to get through temples.

I had gotten to the last little fight with Ganondorf before the Wii broke and i could no longer play. Despite the Wii being broke and we got rid of it, I was ADAMANT on keeping the game, and I kept that game for YEARS. It was an original copy out of a sealed box, and I eventually lost it when I left it accidentally at my now ex-friend's house.

She had a Wii and I went "hey I have a Wii game!" And I brought my Zelda over. Worst fucking choice of my goddamn life. Mom called me to come home and said I couldn't sleep over like the original plan was, and that was it. My ex-friend stashed my Zelda and I never saw it again. And, even if I wanted to-- I couldn't get it back, which makes me upset. We had a BAD falling out. She likely doesn't even remember it's there, or sold it to the local game junkie kid who buys ALL games.

But I still love the game. Midna was amazing, and I loved how snarky she was and she has a very cute design! The game's OST is fucking phenomenal. Midna's Desperate Hour makes me cry bc goddamn it really sells how serious that situation is. I love Hyrule Field's theme in this game. I love the Twilight Realm's song. Zant was fucking hilariously scary. Ganondorf's design in this game scared the piss out of me when I was younger.

Midna and this game's Link and Zelda are def my favorites. Yeah yeah, Sheik is cool and all I Guess but dhsushwishs Midna holds the special place in my heart. She was totally my gay awakening BUT

For other game antagonists, I adore Ghirahim-- let's go you funky little queer-coded villain. Skull Kid was great, I love the entire dynamic of him. Prankster lost soul stumbles upon Majora's Mask and the mask makes him act out due to powers-- which, I actually took very heavy inspiration from for one of my OCs. The moon falling to Hyrule was a fucking terrifying looming threat.

But the game series holds a place, and I've yet to be able to play BoTW-- although, I'm fairly certain I'll like it. The playthroughs I've watched of it are all fairly decent! I just. Gotta save up enough money to buy it haha.

Dang guess I gotta go watch a Twilight Princess playthrough again.

Honorable Mentions:

Avatar: the Last Airbender, specifically Book 3

my OCs definitely make me happy, they're my children and I'd ramble A LOT longer if given the chance WHEEZE

My friends, but I didn't add them here bc it's more fictional stuff, I presume

Baking. I love to bake cupcakes.

Painting is fun. I'm an artist and goddammit im going to use painting as an excuse to make a mess.

Fire. I rly like fire, down to a pyromaniac level. However, i hate the fires that happened to my home town, the Great Smokey Fires of 2016-- THAT pissed me off. How dare you burn mountain landscapes to the ground. Perish.

History. I'm a history nerd.

I'm also a science nerd.

But fuck math, I cannot comprehend math to save my life.

For some reason, I rly like learning how the human body works??? like did you know, organs are actually sticky when touched by a bare hand?? Did you?? How fucking cool is that.

Bakugan. I love Bakugan, esp the DS game. I love my Darkus Leonidas. Give me back the online world, you peasants-- I want my Darkus Dragonoid. (Also fuck all my friends from when I was in kindergarten- my theory that Alice was Masquerade was somewhat correct.)

[thatlittledandere]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 15, 16, 17, 20, 21, 22, 23, 25, 26, 27, 31 and 40 for that shipper ask meme (sorry for picking so many but those questions are GOOD)

You're right, they absolutely are. I'm sorry in advance that this is gonna be LONG and I'm on mobile so I can't even add a read more;;

1. Talk about the first ship you ever had

So I'm SURE there were relationships I was invested in in movies and cartoons I watched as a child (I've always been a sucker for romance, even though there was that period when I didn't want to admit it) but I can't remember anything from very far back;; So it was either Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter or Ichigo and Masaya from Tokyo Mew Mew, whichever I read first.

2. Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life

GOSH. You can't do this to me. I guess Romione because it was the time in my preteens when I was becoming more aware of... stuff, in general, abs the two cemented my love for friends-to-lovers. Then Ioryuu, because I've never been AS invested in and passionate about a ship before and likely never will. Nothing can compare to that intensity and ngl I miss it;; I miss the genuine hype I felt in my heart that made me interact with people and make things. So many things. I honestly can't think of a third one with such a lasting impact, sorry;;

3. What's your current OTP?

I imagine Souyo scenarios in my head every night before falling sleep and every morning after waking up, this is not a joke not an exaggeration. I still feel a little traitorous saying this on tumblr but their dynamic IS somewhat similar to the way I see Ioryuu so-

4. What's your current NoTP?

I don't think I have one? I have dislikes, some of them strong, but I don't see any of them often enough to be, like, actively angry. I have better uses for my time than willingly exposing myself to stuff I don't like.

5. Do you have any poly ships?

Not generally, juggling two characters is enough work lol. The only poly ships I've ever really actively shipped are Niels, Duncan and Natalie from the web comic Niels And the Gang by humon and Kinatsuen from Boueibu, but neither are actively on my mind much these days.

8. Have you ever shipped yourself with a character?

BOY HAVE I EVER. I've seen someone on tumblr have a side blog for self-shopping and not gonna lie, it's an excellent idea. My late teens were spent reading character x reader fics on Quotev and I started my fic career with the same genre. I don't really know what to do with myself when I DON'T actively ship myself with a character, which is my state of being now that Yosuke surpassed Yoosung as my favorite character;; Ibushi and Yoosung are the biggest ones but man oh boy I have shipped myself with characters from early age and I'm showing no signs of stopping! There's a reason that I main dating sims.

15. Have you ever "shipped at first sight"?

Not for long. I SUCK at forming first impressions. Usually if I start thinking I'll ship something, I end up not being so invested in it after all, and instead shipping something I swore off at first lmao. Which leads us to...

16. Talk about a ship you initially disliked

As a rule of thumb, all of them. I don't understand HOW it keeps happening but somehow almost all the ships I truly care/d about (that I didn't start shipping through osmosis before knowing them in the source material) started out as something I thought I "wouldn't be able to get behind." Gajevy. Shikatema. Sasunaru. Doctor/Rose. Karabita. Atsutodo. Kiribaku. Yoozen. Enatsu. Freaking IORYUU. EVEN SOUYO. IT'S BEEN YEARS I REALLY SHOULD KNOW THE PATTERN BY NOW

17. Talk about a pairing you've stopped shipping romantically

Like, I started to think they're better as friends after all? I guess NaLi. Then again, I mostly only shipped them out of spite in the first place because I wanted a counter for N/a//Lu, which I never liked at all;;

20. Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping

Now this time I can say for sure that there isn't one. I can't come up with ships myself and stay on board if there isn't content for it, canon or otherwise;; It's not a conscious decision or anything, it's just how my mind works. I get attached to stuff by exposure, whether from fans or the source material, and if the source material has enough content for two characters for me to pick up on and become interested, it's guaranteed to be enough to become a somewhat popular ship.

21. Is there a ship you just don't get, but have nothing against?

Actually... That's the extent I go to with notp'ing these days. I'm passionate about the right to ship whatever you want so by proxy I can't have anything "against" a ship, even if the sheer thought of it existing makes me nauseous. And I know how to think from points of view other than my own, so I can usually see the appeal, even if it appeals to me personally less than eating dog shit while walking barefoot on rusty nails that are also on fire.

That said, the only ships I have on my Tumblr blacklist are Yoo//ra/n and Suza//lu/lu because they're both popular ships for characters whose tags I am/was following and therefore get suggested a lot even if I want following anyone who ships then. Oh, and all B/LMa//tsu ships! I generally can't feel good about incestuous ships, but can and will fight for their shippers' right to do as they please as long as they stay respectful. (never saw blmatsus who weren't respectful. saw a plethora of anti-blmatsus who were absolute demons. actually the reason i moved away from the last remnants of my anti mindset was that i didn't want to be associated with THOSE anti-blmatsus, when the shippers they wanted dead were all such sweet people. food for thought.)

22. Which of your ships have the best chemistry?

All of them?? Lmao I don't understand this question, isn't shipping all about liking the chemistry between characters? Or the potential for it I guess, in which case the chemistry is whatever you want it to be, which is great B) I'm sorry I keep accidentally dodging questions I'm bad at choosing examples from a long, unordered list

23. Which of your ships deserve better writing?

Hhhhhhh I shipped Jerza for years and was still unsatisfied with their ending, Jellal didn't get to heal enough and we didn't really see them working through their past in an effective way and getting comfortable around each other. It's like they were supposed to be friends to enemies to lovers but the last part didnt really develop and their relationship stagnated at the stage were they were both just permanently awkward out of regret, and couldn't bring themselves out of it even though everything was forgiven forever ago. Or I've forgotten a lot of stuff that happened. Very likely. Is your a case of bad writing or good writing not working out the way I wanted it to? You're asking the wrong person.

25. Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs/graphics or similar?

EYUP. Harumichi was my otp for like a whole year before I saw a single episode with them lol. It was crazy, but it was REAL. I've also went into shows already paying attention to things I knew my friends/people I follow shipped, kind of hoping I'd get into it.

26. Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic I'm writing these questions down from screenshots and I cropped the rest of this one out by accident rip

Eeeh I go for the obvious. Best friend pairs, obvious pining, some rivalry with sexual tension, though I don't really know what to do with those. Then there's the fact that I never see it coming sick Persona 5 reference bro and start shipping the couple I thought "should just be friends" at first. This is more about my relationship to the ships than their dynamic but it's very constant...

27. Is there a ship you've shipped for most of your life?

Hmmm well I got into HP and started shipping Romione sometime in mid elementary school so it's definitely been more than half my lifetime since, but I don't really know if I "ship it" anymore. I didn't start disliking them or anything but for me, "shipping" is an active intrest in a fictional relationship, so if it reaches the stage where I like it, in theory, but I don't have the feels, it doesn't really count. That's why I can say I like ships without shipping them. It's gotta be actively on my brain, man.

31. Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love

I haven't mentioned Kannao once, which is criminal. So here's some of what I imagine their future to be like :D I've been getting new Persona followers recently so here's something for you to unfollow me over lmao

So first of all I ignore the canon that Naoto goes back to the city for her detective work after her first year of high school, shhh she stays in Inaba, only taking the occasional jobs. She and Kanji start dating during the spring break before their second year and get more comfortable with each other, so that the next summer they're still cute and very much themselves (which means somewhat reserved) but not as awkward anymore :) I haven't thought about what happens after they graduate but they get married in their early 20s and have a son <3 (Chie and Yukiko adopted their daughter only slightly earlier. They may or may not have had a bit of a competition going on) ((yes Souyo are very much together but if they end up having children I haven't thought about it it's later))

Kanji manages the textile shop and Naoto helps when she's free from detective stuff. They live in Inaba but Naoto is away quite often for her gigs;; She takes up a few jobs less when Kouta is little though so he wouldn't feel less close to his Mom than his Dad.

Both Kanji and Naoto suffered from unfair expectations growing up, so they try their best to make up for it with Kouta's upbringing. They want him to feel comfortable being himself and free to express himself the way he wants; they make sure he knows he'll always be loved and supported, and to never be ashamed of who he is. As a child it doesn't even occur to him that many social norms and social expectations exist, because Naoto and Kanji pretty much let him do whatever as long as he isn't hurting himself or anyone else. They might go a little overboard though, giving into Kouta's whims without much consideration at all. The Amagi Aunties enforce rules and keep kids grounded in reality much better lmao

40. If you could change one thing about your otp, what would that be?

HMNGHNMHGNMGH I WAMT YOSUKE'S INTERNALIZED BULLSHIT ACKNOWLEDGED!! It's there AtlUS!! Stop pretending oh my god.... I love the Dancing All Night story mode (so far. I am by no means done); Yosuke gets cool moments and Yu's internal monologue really shows how much he appreciates him. The dynamic is so much better than with a silent protagonist, and thank god they didn't go with the tactless anime Yu (as fun as he is). I know there are a bunch of nods to the cut romance across spinoffs but mannnn... I wish they were more serious about it. At this point it's not even that far-fetched to think Yosuke has feelings for Yu that he may or may not be aware of, and I know that Yu as the player character can't be too tied down to one option in canon, but still... Even the clown gets tired of jokes at some point. One can dream.

40 ship questions

[lordofthenerds97]

Omg personality compatibles are so fun! Let’s see I’m a girl & straight to start off. Pretty chill unless I’m passionate about something. A big child honestly with my love for animations movies & cartoons. Honestly very self conscious and want to be wanted for me and not a fake image I put out. Very awkward but only bc i try hard to be likable?? Bit of a dumbass and forgetful but I make up for it with loyalty/love. Have no idea what else to add haha

I love doing compatibles! I don’t do them very often and tbh, this will be one of my first few times doing headcanons. So this’ll be fun for both of us! :D Thanks for asking, hun!!

I ship you with…

Alexei!

The first time he laid eyes on you was at the carnival

You were working with your brother, helping to operate the tilt-a-whirl

You were leaning against the gate, the metal tucked under your arms as you popped a bubble, watching your brother start the ride

The line was rather long and both you and your brother rolled your eyes, realizing it was mostly full of teenage guys

You were rather disinterested as you watched, having done this a million times

But then you felt a pair of eyes on you

You turn and see a man standing over at one of the games a few yards from the ride

He was a cute guy with a dorky smile and glasses, his dark curls a mess

You flashed him a wide grin and raised your hand in greeting, waving at him

And that was it for him

He started to approach the ride

And to your surprise, you leaned back just a bit more, puffing out your chest slightly and tipping your hat back. You made it a point to also draw attention to your slender legs

He turned and waved at the man shouting at him and you couldn’t decipher what they were saying from your spot

To your disappointment, he turned back to you with a forlorn look before bolting after the other man

You let out a huff and crossed your arms, realizing you lost the only chance you had to maybe end the night on a high note

Skip about three days ahead

You hear about a ton of crazy sh** going down at the mall, and you were so thankful you had called in with the stomach flu 

You blamed greasy carnival food

And then you heard a knock at the door 

With quiet curses being muttered, you huffed and made your way over

And your eyes got about as wide as saucers when you opened it

Jim Hopper, a long time family friend, Joyce Byers, and your mystery man were standing at the door

You looked between the three of them, your eyes mainly focused on the man in the middle

He seemed to be as star struck as you were

“Are you even paying attention to me?”

You snapped your gaze back to Hop

“Sorry,” you mumbled

He rolled his eyes. “Smirnoff-”

“Alexei.” 

“Alexei, needs a place to lay low for a while. Can he stay with you?”

You were rather taken aback by the request. “Why me?”

“Because you’re one of the few people I trust. Besides, I think you would get along swimmingly.”

You agreed and the man Alexei was left in your care

You soon realized he barely spoke English and was from Russia

He loved Looney Tunes about as much as you did

He stayed with you for almost a year

You taught him English by watching Looney Tunes with him and he taught you Russian

He loved the fact that you felt free to be yourself around him, that you were so comfortable with him that you didn’t fear embarrassing yourself

He loved watching movies with you 

Especially Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

He thought your slight awkwardness in social situations was rather endearing

He wouldn’t leave your side if he knew you were uncomfortable

And he realized right away that you were extremely forgetful

So he would be so sweet

And leave you little sticky notes around the house

They would be written in Russian (which you quickly learned to read) or shaky English

Don’t forget doctor

Have to go store

Need milk

Movie night on Friday

And this boy was so soft for you

You loved him for it

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Home (episode 7 coda.)

I wanted to add a keep reading break but I don’t know how to do that on mobile and I don’t have my laptop with me so sorry y’all for the long ass post.

Deran swallowed hard as he remembered the conversation he’d just had with Pope... Adrian really packed his shit and left him.

He knew—Jesus he knew that if he knew any better than he wouldn’t be as upset as he was about it.

He talked to the cops...

Deran should’ve packed his bags for him.

Raising a hand, Deran angrily wiped away the tears in his eyes, he inhaled one more puff of his cigarette before turning around and walking back into the bar.

“Listen, I know it’s my night to close and shit but I need you to do me a solid,” Deran would kick everyone out if he had to but luckily his staff weren’t assholes and he could leave.

He needed to see Adrian.

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The car ride back from Jess’ was so quiet and both the boys kept sneaking looks.

Both kept peeking for any indication that this wasn’t what they wanted.

Adrian wondered with every glance of Deran seriously wanted him back with him, if he was worth it.

And Deran? Deran kept on flicking his eyes over to the man he loved to see if he was in fact sitting there. He needed to make sure Adrian came back home.

Deran switched off the car and he bit his lip hard, “You really took everything with you.” The words felt sour and he couldn’t help dropping his head.

He hadn’t expected Adrian to come out of his sisters place with literally everything he owned.

“I really thought we were done.”

Deran kept biting on his lip and he struggled with what he wanted to say, he had so much but once he said it, there was no way he could take it back.

“I told you I loved you last night, dude.”

Derans fucking voice cracked.

Adrian said nothing and each beat of silence caused Derans heart to break even more.

“You just left. Like—like it was easy for you.” Deran lifted his head and finally turned to look at the man in the passengers seat. He felt his eyes sting as he continued, “You could just pack up and leave without even waiting for me to come home.”

Derans blood boiled.

And Adrian? Adrian simply shook his head, nah it wasn’t something he could do easily. He wanted to tell Deran how in between Pope scaring the shit out of him and when Deran first left, he’d had a series of break downs.

“I didn’t think that you’d want me in your house when you got back.”

Adrian figured that after walking out without a word and not answering all day clearly meant that Deran was done and he wouldn’t want him there when he got back.

More silence and then...

“Stop fucking saying that.” Deran snapped.

Adrian startled in surprise, his eyebrows furrowing and his expression confused. He sucked in a breath, “What?”

“My house—it’s not my fucking house,” Deran spat, he acted as if the mere words were disgusting and he would rather say anything else.

Without saying anything, Deran undid his seatbelt and pushed his seat back so that he could shift around to angle his body towards Adrian.

He leaned over and growled pretty angrily, “It’s not my house—it’s ours. I bought it for us.”

Of all the things that could’ve pissed Deran off, this seemed to make him most upset. His face did that thing where it reddened and his eyes widened and he used his hands a lot to speak.

“Deran-“

But he shook his head and held up a hand to quiet the man in the passenger seat, “No—I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of you seeing this one way... I put my all into this—into us.”

The outburst evened the air a little more and Adrian let out a little breath that he didn’t realize he was holding.

Nobody could get how he felt hearing Deran say these things.

“I’m tryin’ to make this work and show you that—that I’m in it... I w-want this.. I want you.”

Adrian tracked a specific tear coming from Derans right eye, he watched it slide against his cheek and down to his ear where it disappeared.

“Don’t cry,” Adrian found himself whispering—it was like his voice had gone and he struggled to even speak.

He leaned over and brought his hand against Derans face, wiping the tears out of his eyes and letting his fingers linger.

“It’s ours—it’s finally something that’s ours, okay? I want you to see that.” Deran admitted, leaning into the touch.

Adrian watched as Deran nuzzled into his palm and only nodded.

“This is our home and if we—when we fight... I don’t want you to walk out... it’s your place too.”

Adrian had tried so hard to hold his own tears back, he wanted the crying to stop. But he couldn’t help it.

And before they could get worse, he cleared his throat and said softly, “Cmon lets go in.”

Getting out, both met at the gate.

Adrian reached out and offered his hand, “Were home,” and when Deran lifted his own and linked their hands together by the fingers, they went inside.

And yeah—later when in bed and slow and careful touches and movements were being shared.

Adrian mumbled, “Y’know how you asked me how you could trust me after what’s happening?”

“Yeah.”

Adrian brushed his fingers through the blonde hair he loved so much and smiled, “Because—I’ve always loved you... since we were kids.”

The smile held pain and he needed Deran to know.

“Its always been you, D... every shit time while growin’ up—you’ve been there for me. All the travelling around and hopping couch to couch—at the end of the day I could come back to you.” Adrian leaned in, letting his nose brush against Derans.

He listened to the shaky breaths and continued.

“Whether that was on the beach hiding in the grass or in the back of a car or building.” Adrian paused and forced himself to breath, he pressed closer to Deran.

“You’ve always been my home.”

Deran let out a choked noise and surged forward, crashing their lips together and clawing at Adrian to come even closer.

“We’re gonna be okay—me and you... we’ll figure this shit out because I love you... alright?”it was everything that Deran should’ve done before.

After the beach bathroom incident. He should’ve said this all when Adrian made it clear that he wouldn’t do it anymore. Not without the confirmation that he meant something more to Deran.

But he’d been so scared and he let Adrian walk.

There was no way in hell that he’d make the mistake again, he wasn’t scared. Deran wasn’t scared to tell Adrian he loved him—he’d tell anyone who listened because he fucking always loved him.

“I love you too, D and I’m sorry.”

“We’ll figure it out—together.”

Adrian wouldn’t walk out and Deran wouldn’t let him.

No matter what happened—they wouldn’t give up on each other.

They were if for each other.

[thedropdeadhandsome]

Unexpected Visitor

Jaehyungparkian x Fem Reader (Fox hybrid)

Pt 2

Word count: 4k or something

Contents: fluff, nudity, humor, supernatural, sexual content, banter, jaehyungparkian

Summary: Basically the plot is about Jaehyungparkian discovering a fox in the cold outside, taking it home then in the morning freaked out over the Fox becoming a beautiful woman. This is all my original idea, please enjoy, sorry I can’t do the read more thing on mobile ☹️

(Words written in italic is the readers thoughts)

Laughter was filling up the room in which the group called Day6 occupied, even though it was raining outside you barely could hear the pitter pattering of the rain droplets hitting the windows, since the boys were so loud on the radio program they so happen to be guests on.

“Like i said before if Brian didn’t take all my lines in the song and focused on his own parts then the fans can hear my sexy voice and appreciated what real talent is” said the man with glasses known as Jae, wearing a shit eating smirk as those words left his lips, knowing he had triggered his band mate by that name.

While the others in the room started chuckling with laughter, some with tears slipping out, the one known as ‘Brian’ began to respond to Jae’s teasing “Eww Eww Eww” the male started “It’s Young K, say it with me Young K” he added while putting his large hand through his coloured hair.

Jae chuckled as he raised his hand pointing to Young K “You ain’t English Bro! You are B R I A N! Give up” Jae responded looking pleased with himself as he leaned back in his seat.

“No I’m Jae” Young k retorted as he kept his mouth shut having enough bickering.

With that the rest of the show went smoothly, a few teasing here and there, jokes mostly made by Jae towards Wonpil because he is such an easy target.

Meanwhile outside amongst the heavy rain and wild winds, people moving quickly to get indoors and warm up from the cold and wet weather. Boots splashing in the shallow puddings “god damn it!” You exhale annoyed as you continue walking along the foot paths with your big umbrella shielding you from the heavy rain outside, trying to shield your body more with the umbrella from the rain drops as you head towards your place.

“I hope the rain dies down, I can’t afford an unfortunate accident or changing into my fox form while I’m out here, damn weather man! I hope you got drenched” you muttered out loud furiously trying to keep yourself as dry as possible.

Passing a few more streets, ignoring some random men trying to use some cheesy pick up line on you, you finally made it to your apartment. Turning your body so the umbrella faced the street, shook off the water droplets before closing up the umbrella then entering the building, “thank you” you responded automatically as someone held the door out for you, making your way to the elevator doors and lucky getting in before they closed.

“Just in time” you thought as the elevator made its way up to the floor your apartment was on. Getting out of the elevator once reached your floor, taking out your keys, jingling of the keys as you put it in the keyhole, walking in once door was opened, taking the keys out, closing door with a push by your hip, placing umbrella in the stand, slowing removing jacket and hanging it up, removing boots and putting them in their spot.

Moving towards the living room, taking the remote into your hands and aiming it at the television as you press the button that turned it on “hmm no” switch channel “no” changes again, “okay” you smiled leaving the music channel on as it was playing an assortment of music from the 90’s to early 2000’s. Turning to face the window seeing lightning flashes by, shuddering unconsciously at the image “lucky I came inside when I did” you sighed, turning off the television before making your way out of the apartment to go check on the laundry you had drying in the dryer earlier.

Back at JYP building Young K looking at Jae slightly annoyed “Jae Hyung, could you please stop calling me Brian while we are doing interviews and stuff like that? My stage name is Young K, so use it” he said with a soft sighing trying to get his band mate to understand.

“Yeah sure, but you are Brian now and forever, I will never call you Young K because you aren’t Young K you are and forever Brian deal with it” Jae said back as Wonpil started fussing as Dowoon was busily looking for his drumsticks “Hyung! Have you seen my drumsticks?” He asked only looking in the same spot near his chair for five minutes.

At the bickering of the two older members that act more like children Sungjin’s eyebrow twitched, taking a deep breath “Jae Hyung, Young K please stop bickering you are acting like a married couple having a quarrel” he took a breath “and Dowoon you haven’t looked anywhere else beside the chair you’re seated at right? If I get up and find them, then I will scold you for not looking for them In the first place” he said irritated as he was dealing with Jin, Ken and Sandeul in the chat room wanting to catch up.

Dowoon trying to hold his gasp as he found his drumsticks on his drum kit, looking around trying to see if anyone notice, putting an finger to his lips as he made eye contact with Wonpil, Wonpil nods which Jae scoffed at Sungjin’s words, Young K checking the time and gathering his things.

“Alright, I’m heading home before the nasty storm hits” Young k spoke finally breaking the silence, “so am I” Jae added as he turned his phone off “Are you guys coming or have you got other plans?” he ask as he started getting his things.

“Nah, I got plans with Jin, Ken and Sandeul” Sungjin said as Dowoon sat on his seat “I’m going to practice for a bit then go visit my parents” Dowoon declares as Wonpil added “I’ll be with Dowoon”

Jae nods “ah okay, well see you guys later” he said as Young K left the room with him then began heading out into the rain with their jackets and umbrella’s on, walking straight to their home.

After putting the dry clothes away, you went down to the mailbox to get your mail, unfortunately since you have been stressed out due to work and personal life as well as the weather which doesn’t help, your body couldn’t take it and decided to switch to your fox form, an internally scream was made, sitting in the pile of your own clothes with your keys at your side “are your kidding me?” You thought as your body went into action to collect your belongings, to put them in a secret location so when you can turn back into your human form, you can collect your things and act like nothing has happened.

Exhaling sharply, looking around you decided to try and conceal yourself but you ended up tipping a potted plant over and getting yourself wet and dirty “why do I have to be stuck in this form?” Anger slightly filled you as you think about all the other times you changed forms which was such bad timing, Lucky this time it wasn’t at work or in the middle of a store or on the way home.

Leaning against the mess you created, you started feeling done with yourself when you heard two males talking and heading in your direction. Having to try and hide but you had no time until one male spotted you and looked completely shock as he tapped the other males shoulder before leaning down towards you.

“Don’t come near me!” You thought continuously as the male with the orange hair and beautiful eyes opened his mouth “hello little one, how did you get here?” Young k said as Jae smirked “you know it can’t talk Brian, so why try?” He said teasingly.

Young K sighed “I know that Jae, but the fox must be scared” he said, taking in the fact that the fox was wet, covered in dirt and the potted plant was all over the floor.

With a heavy sigh Jae began to tidy up the mess you made, making you very apologetic towards them for tidying up your mess. Without uttering another word, Young K scooped you up of course you tried to get out but he wouldn’t let you go “okay little fella, stay still we’ll take you some where warm” he spoke very sweetly displaying a breathtaking smile which made your stomach flip.

“I’m not a fella!” You thought “no don’t look at me like that” you add trying to stay still.

“I didn’t agree to this, but I guess it’s better then leaving it here and having someone take it to pet control” Jae added, carrying everything else as the two headed towards their apartment.

Once entering their apartment a very musky scent went through your noise making you shudder and curl up into the orange haired males chest.

“I got the lights” Jae said as he turned the lights on, both men removing their shoes, closing the door before they both looked at one another. “I’ll get this little one cleaned up and then i can start cooking” Young K discussed with Jae before the two went their separate ways.

Setting their belongings down where they belonged, Jae removed his jacket and dried his hair with his towel before turning the  tv on to hear the news, sighing at what the new reporters were saying “Yeah right! They should hire a new weatherman, he can’t do his job correctly, I call bullshit” he muttered while taking a seat on the couch before changing the channel to something more entertaining.

“Ah ah ah, no stay still” Young K said as he was washing your fur gently with warm water while you shake and try to get out of the tub. His hair with water droplets and his clothes slightly damp because of your persistence in shaking the water off you like a dog. “Come on sweetie? I can’t get you clean if you fight me” he said trying to negotiate with the fox, which was you.

“Why does he keep persisting? Can’t he just go so I can turn back? Honestly, who thought they would be in my apartment building” you thought as he picked you up and started drying you, walking over to Jae to set you down beside the glasses wearing male “alright, I’ll start cooking. Keep an eye on her, she seems to like to bolt” Young k said as he headed towards the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

“Of course Brian” Jae said sarcastically while doing a salute, looking down at you with a smile before finishing off the drying, not even questioning how he knew that you were a female.

When dinner came around it was easy to get you to eat as you decided to go along, since they will catch you if you run or fuss because you didn’t eat anything, and besides how could you refuse when both these men look at you so lovingly in your fox form.

“They’ll definitely never look at me like that once I become human again. We’ll go back to only acknowledging each other if we cross paths in the hallways” you thought letting a sigh out as you curled up on the couch as both men took turns showering and discussing things you weren’t interested in listening too.

The boys were trying to convince you to leave the couch but unfortunately you weren’t moving. “Come on, come with Brian to bed” the orange haired male said, the one with the glasses sighed after trying for fifteen minutes “seriously, if Sungjin finds her we are screwed though you could just grab her” he said causing Young K to roll his eyes “then go grab her Jae, if she bites you it is your own fault” he said smirking as he then left the light on knowing the others will be back and heading to bed after giving you one last look.

Leaning down to your level Jae looks at you closely “You are very stubborn fox but you can come to the room if you want, no rush” he said giving you a pat that made you annoyed yet happy that you leaned into his touch, he then went to the same room and kept the door open.

While you were out on the couch being stubborn, the two men sat on Young K’s bed making small talk. “It’ll be better if we stay here, she’ll come in here and then the others won’t know she was in the house” Young K said as Jae added “but why do I have to be here?, I know it’s easy so she won’t wander but I do have my own room” a sigh left Young K’s lips “you don’t want to be in the room with me? Fine, you miss out if she comes in here” he said pretending to sound offended which caused Jae to sigh and stay back “fine we wait” he said in agreement.

As the night went on a huge horrible noise made by the thunder sent you fleeing into the room the boys were in. As much as you hated being stuck in this form, the thunder was just to much for you to take. Getting into the bed which so happened to have both of the boys lying in it with the middle of the bed free just incase you came, “they are very sweet”. Getting closer to Young K as the thunder made another cracking noise which got you to make a whining noise as you curl into Young K’s chest while shaking slightly.

“There there, it’s okay” both boys say as they were in a light sleep while you were trying to get comfortable. You have no idea when or how you finally slept but you were completely grateful to have those two beside you while this bothersome weather continued to captivate the city, your only worry was how they’ll react when you return to your human form.

The next morning, the sun was starting to shine in the bedroom of Young K’s where the first to awaken was Jae, rubbing his eyes he slowly opened them before putting his glasses on, turning his head towards where Young K was when his eyes widen and covered his mouth. He was completely shocked to see a beautiful naked woman in the bed that was shared between the three of them, scratching his head slightly as he was sure they didn’t bring a woman back to the apartment, only the fox which wasn’t there anymore, then getting more confused by the fact that the woman was naked, “okay, firstly calm down and close the door so the others don’t come in” he said mostly to himself, getting up and closing and locking the door, sighing out in relief when he noticed he wasn’t naked so he didn’t have sex with her.

Returning back to the bed, his eyes scanned Young K to identify if he did anything which came back negative as Young K was still wearing clothes, he was sure neither of them would be having sex while the other slept in the same bed, talk about awkward let alone weird. Looking back at the woman resting, all Jae wanted to know was who she was and how did she get in here.

Fortunately god was listening to Jae’s silent prayers as you slowly turn your body towards him which got him flustered seeing you completely naked, your eyes slowly open as you slowly leaned on your elbows “Good morning” you spoken softly, getting flustered for being nude, trying to cover yourself with the bed sheet as much as you can. “I can see you got some questions for me?” you added as Jae nodded swallowing hard “yes I do, but I should probably get you a shirt” Jae said getting up trying to get up but fell over from his foot getting caught in the sheets, which got you to giggle which sent Jae into an even more flustered mess.

“Jae can you please stop making so much noise, I am trying to sleep here” Young K mutter, slowly rising up as he rubbed his own eyes, once he noticed you in your naked glory he had a blush across his cheeks as he tried to not let his eyes linger on your body, “Y..y..your naked! How? When? Huh?” He stuttered as you both made eye contact.

“Good morning” you smiled at Young k as Jae joined back on the bed, unsuccessful in retrieving a shirt for you to cover yourself. Nodding at his questions you looked at both males “Firstly I am very grateful for your hospitality you both gave me, I’m sorry for being very stubborn with you” you began to say as you notice the little scratches you gave Young K as he was cleaning you up earlier. Looking at Jae you nodded “yes I am the fox you took into your home last night, I am naked because when I return to my human form I am all natural, yes I am a hybrid so I can if I so choose to, I can show my ears and tail in this form but it’s a little inconvenient in my daily life” you stated starting to use your fingers to brush your hair to detangle it.

Both boys looked in shock hearing you answer Young K’s stuttered questions. “Okay, I can believe your this ‘hybrid’ but firstly could you tell us your name and how you got into the building” Jae said calmly as Young K passed you a shirt which you happily put on with no hesitation, ignoring the air quotes Jae used earlier.

“My name is y/n” you said softly looking at the amusingly “I actually live here in this building, my apartment isn’t that far away from your own” you added as you sighed “I changed form while going to check the mail, tried to hide myself which I knocked over the potted plant and then you guys came which shocked me and now I’m here in your apartment” you explained feeling very awkward since your heart is racing just having them so close.

With your explanation, Young K gave a nod with a reassuring smile “ah I can see that, I have noticed you a few times around the building, I didn’t expect you to be the fox since I have seen you once before” he stated then looked to Jae then back at you “I could go find your things if you like, then you can go home right” he adds as you nod unsure if he was trying to kick you out or help.

Before you could ask Young K how and when he saw you in your fox form before, he already left the room leaving you a little dejected since you had so many questions of your own, but you guess you being a fox hybrid is more important right now.

Young K left to go get your belongings but before he could get to the living room, Sungjin stopped him “did you hear that our next door neighbour Ms y/n (last name) didn’t return home? The rest of our neighbours are worried since she never had done that” Sungjin said concerned as Young K nods “unfortunately I didn’t see her or hear anything about it, but I’m going to check the mail so I’ll look around” Young K said as Sungjin nodded as both went in different directions.

Back in Young K’s room, Jae was asking very odd questions “So have you ever changed form in the middle of sex?” He asked as he found this situation amusing.

“Uh no, but I can bring in the tail and ears if that’s what you would like master” you teased as you then let out a sigh. Running your fingers through your hair “but seriously how am I supposed to return to my place with your band mates still here? Don’t you guys have work?” You questioned as you gave a soft smile.

Jae nods thinking about that “actually today we have no work, I do think our leader is here but not the oth...hmm” he began taking a break to think “well maybe if you can go back into your fox form we could do it that way, but it would be suspicious if both Young K and I Ieft the place together but on the other hand I could always lie” he said which caused you to laugh at his plan because he was just causing more trouble for himself.

“Yes I can change forms at will, that is probably the best because you wouldn’t want to be in an scandal right?” You said as Jae nods “you are well aware on who we are aren’t you?” He said pleased, hopefully you would be his fan.

You gave a nod “of course I am, all of us in the apartment building was informed on you boys moving in, plus I am a big day6 fan, though I can’t attend any concert or fan meets in case I accidentally change form” you explained sadly just as Young K returned fluster with your articles of clothing, mail and keys. Not sure how exactly he got it past the other boys but you are very grateful “thank you so much” you said happily causing both of them to get bashful.

After explaining the situation to Young K, you three decided to act and take you back to your apartment. Once both of them got changed of course you didn’t look, you changed back into your fox form which got both of them intrigued “Brian, you should definitely have a fox as your animal character” Jae said as Young K smirked “and you should have a chicken because you are chicken little” Young k bickered back, of course Jae has another come back to that which lead to Sungjin ignoring the both of them as they left their apartment without a problem.

“First checkpoint is a success” Jae said smirking at Young K and you which made Young K roll his eyes “yeah but you are still horrible at games, that’s why Sammy, Amber, and McKay refuse to play with you” Young K grin as Jae yawned trying to play it off as if it didn’t bother him “nah, they are just intimidated by my awesomeness” Jae responded which got you to giggle to yourself while they headed towards your apartment.

Once reaching the apartment door, Jae took your keys which had a key-chain of day6 which got them to smile to themselves, putting the key in and opening the door, you jumped out of Young K’s arms and bolted towards your bedroom to change.

“Oh wow you can smell lavender? No Lily? lemongrass?” Jae said as Young K shook his head as both men removed shoes, closed door then headed to the living room. Young K placing your belongings on the kitchen bench as he passed it “No it’s vanilla” he adds before taking a seat on your couch.

Once you got dressed, you returned amused by the guesses they made on what scent was lingering in your place. “No unfortunately it’s Jasmine” you spoke, putting your things away as you brought some refreshments “I love the smell of jasmine but I don’t own any plants because I’m forgetful, busy” you explained as you took a seat beside them.

Taking the glass of water simultaneously both boys took a sip then set the glass down. Jae feeling happily that there wasn’t any flowers around to screw with his allergy. “Oh look at the time, you both properly should go get something to eat or would you like me to make you something?” You asked, not wanting to force them to stay but giving them an option so you don’t come across as one of those stalker people or someone like that.

“Sure I wouldn’t mind eating, though could I help? I’ve been trying to learn as much as I can” Young K said as Jae scoffed “We’ll both stay after all we will like to become good friends with you, right Brian?” Jae said and Young K sighed “Hey! it’s Young K” he stated which got you to laugh.

“Alright sounds good, I would love to become good friends with you guys” you said with a smile, slowly rising and heading towards the kitchen with the annoyed Young K and the teasing Jae tailing behind you.

“This is the start of a very beautiful yet cheesy friendship or more” Jae whispers towards Young K which Young K responds with a nod “definitely but don’t think you will become the favourite” he adds as the boys bickered and helped you with making a late brunch.

What in the world have you gotten into? Your not sure but you will never regret getting the chance to meet these two lovable dorky men.

[elmentrysworld]

In Sickness and in Health, ‘Till Death Do Us Part: Shouto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Oh good lord, I am SO sorry for the late request! D: University bit me hard in the ass this semester, but I finally got around to finishing this request. I sincerely hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Also if anyone wants to request anything, my rules and fandoms are in this post you can click on, or you can search the tag “rules” on mobile! Love you guys :’)

Type: One-Shot

Pairing: Todoroki x Fem! Reader

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Warning: Angsty angst is angsty angst (like, illness and all that comes with it). Real world AU with no quirks. Also, due to length (literally this passes 3000+ words), this post will have a “keep reading” line!

The hospital bed feels stiff and rigid under you as you lay down with your eyes staring up at the ceiling. You have started to lose count of how many days you’ve been in this hospital room. How long have you been this sick for?

Oh yeah, a little over 2 years.

Although your mind can’t keep track if it’s exactly 2 years or a few days past, you know that your mind is nearing the brink of insanity from numbness. In between the treatments of chemotherapy and people coming to see you with doe eyes laced with tears as they would claim that “things will get better” because you’re a fighter, you begin to call bullshit. If that was all so true, why did you make so little progress healing after your diagnosis? Then again, you remember that the day you got your diagnosis, the prognosis in itself was borderline hopeless to begin with.

“I’m sorry miss,” the doctor said with a grim expression, looking up at you from the papers with your examination results. The minute he gave you the results concluding that you did have the dreaded illness was the minute you felt your heart drop to the pits of your stomach, like you have just been transported to Hell and were being thrust into an icy pathway to misery.

The illness was hereditary – your mother died from it when you only in elementary school and your maternal relatives didn’t live much longer than she did, having had the same illness. How did you not come to expect it? Perhaps it was wishful thinking, that you would be one of the lucky ones like in those happy stories. However, the reasonable part of you knew you could no longer ignore the constant nosebleeds, coughing up blood and struggles with your breathing after a case of the common cold lasting longer than the normal 3-4 days. You knew it was a bad sign, but your optimistic side tried outweighing your reality with hopeful, fictional outcomes that it was all something fixable.

It was not fixable.

As you walked out of that doctor’s office and out into the April showers, your mind trying to process the little time you were going to have left, you struggled to find any sort of feeling inside of you as you went through your coat pockets and began dialling his number.

You knew he wasn’t going to have a great reaction.

“Hey, Shouto?” you said once your boyfriend picked up the phone, trying to keep a neutral tone of voice. “Can you meet me at my place tonight? I... I have something important to tell you.”

***

Shouto came over relatively quick, having been right at your door by the time you showed up waiting for you. When you needed – or simply wanted – to see him, he always made sure to either come early or at the very least arrive on the nose. When you would tease him about it, he would say something among the lines of “I want to make the most out of every minute I spend with you” or “I just couldn’t bare waiting to see you”. He was a cheesy, caring person at the core, but only you had access to that side of him.

As you got closer to the door leading into your apartment building, the hoodie of your sweater failing to keep you dry from the rain, you waved at the umbrella-holding man and gave him the best smile you could offer, receiving one from him in return and you took out your keys from your purse.

“How come you don’t have an umbrella?” he asked you off the bat as you shuffled between your selection of keys, finding the right one and unlocking the building door.

“I didn’t think it would rain this hard!” you laughed lightly, leading him inside towards your apartment and talking as you then opened your apartment door. “Plus I ended up taking the bus so it wasn’t as bad.”

“Yes, but what if you catch another cold?” he said in return and stepped inside with you, taking off his coat and hanging it in the front closet with your own. “You know how you get when you get sick.”

As he headed towards your petite but cozy living room, you froze and couldn’t help but simply stand there, wide-eyed in the pastel blue-walled room.

Sick. You couldn’t get anymore sick than you already are, can you? That’s what you wanted to scream out at him, but you couldn’t. The words were lodged; they didn’t want to come out.

The white and red-haired Todoroki paused, sensing you not following him over to the beige couch and turned to face you, only to rush over to you when he saw you fall down to your knees with your hands to mouth and tears beginning to fall down the corner of your eyes. As you could only hiccup and choke back on sobs you didn’t want to let out, he held you out in front of him in sheer concern, uncertainly clouding those grey and blue eyes of his. He called your name one, two, three times trying to get you to focus on him, but it took another two times for you to finally look directly into his eyes.

“What happened?” he asked you, trying to not show the overwhelming feeling of concern in his shaken tone of voice. “Was it your appointment today? If it’s another prescription you have to get it’s – ”

“I’m dying, Shouto!” you cried out into the nape of his neck, holding him close as you could no longer look into his eyes. “They – the doctors... they found the same illness my mom had. They said there was nothing they could do, Shouto! I’m going to die!”

His muscles felt tense under your touch, but in your sobbing and unstoppable tears falling down your cheeks you couldn’t care. You couldn’t hold back your own emotions anymore today. It felt never-ending.

All he could do was hold you and when your sobs faded into little hiccups, hold your chip up for you to look at him and promise you:

“I’m never leaving your side.” he said firmly, not showing his true thoughts. “Not today, not tomorrow. I am always here for you.”

Shouto Todoroki peeks into your room like he has done ever since your first day of hospitalization, lightly knocking on your door. He calls your name, drawing your attention and you offer him a tired smile. Even after being with him for nearly five years, you still get the warm feeling inside whenever he’s around; and you have been cherishing that feeling more and more these days.

“May I come in?” he asks.

“Do you really need to ask, love?” you chuckle, lifting your hand up and lightly gesturing for him to come in – even with the shooting pain in your arm that you try to ignore. He steps in and walks over to the chair next to your bed, sitting next to you and taking your hand into his own. His hands are warm to the touch, and you briefly close your eyes with a small smile on your eyes as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand, his eyes on your skin – which is growing paler and paler – and proceeds to form soothing circles on your skin.

“How have you been feeling?” he asks, looking back up at you.

“I’ve been worse.” you say. It isn’t exactly a lie: there have been days where you felt so bad that numbness and emptiness seemed like a form of relief in comparison. However, you keep your current numbness to yourself; Shouto already has enough going on in his home as it is and you don’t want to add onto his pile, considering your feeling that your condition already is becoming a chore.

You know he loves you. In fact, he has made it incredibly clear in your relationship that he loves you to death.

But you also know that Enji Todoroki doesn’t want his successor falling for an inferior, sickly girl. Even before your hospitalization, he never approved.

“This is who you want to carry on the Todoroki legacy by marriage?” The red-haired man said, incredulousness overly clear in his voice as he looked at you up and down. He looked back at his son, who only held onto your hand tighter and narrowed his eyes at his father, as though to tell him to watch his next choice of words.

“And what of it?” Shouto responded, eyebrow raised, testing the man in front of him.

“Shouto, you know how important carrying on the Todoroki name is.” Enji stated, firm and tense with his own narrowed pair of eyes giving you the occasional glare. “I expected you as future head to make... better choices.”

You couldn’t hold back your heart from sinking down to the pits of your stomach. You knew the man to be harsh, but to be dismissed as a bad option was not exactly what you had in mind.

“Father, she is not just a choice!” Shouto hissed back, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder. “She is who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love her more than words can describe and she loves me like no one has. She respects me as a person, as a human. I will not spend the rest of my life with anyone else!”

Enji simply held a pause, as though spending a silent moment condemning the pair of you before responding:

“How romantic.” he spat out. “Too bad it serves no practicality to your life. You’ll love her for maybe a few more moments, maybe a couple more years and then lose her one way or another anyway. Look at her, Shouto: you even said so yourself she often gets sick, and she looks sickly and weak. Is that really someone we need to carry on our bloodline? And that is if she even can carry children to begin with, in her physical state. Face it, Shouto. If you really want to become head of my company, it’s either you choose this company or her.”

It only takes Shouto a moment as he takes a look at you, taking in your beauty and wiping a stray tear away from your eye before he looks back at his father with a glare of his own.

“I choose my future wife.”

“My father made arrangements for me without my consent.” Shouto lets out to you. You raise an eyebrow, curiousity building up.

“What arrangements?” you asked.

“He... he wants me to marry the head’s daughter.”

Your eyes instinctively widen from the news. Ever since Shouto said he would choose you over becoming head of the Todoroki Company, Enji has become relentless on making his son change his mind and still dragging him into business meetings, even after 2 years of the same exact response of his son not wanting to take part. It shouldn’t be surprising that he would pull this kind of stunt and yet... a huge part of you just doesn’t know how to respond to a news like this.

“Oh?” you let out meekly, looking down at your hands, not sure what else to say.

“Earlier today, he called me into a meeting.” Shouto begins explaining. “I thought it was some sort of business deal to be made with another company, so I went in and it was just my father, another man and a woman around my age... my father set me up with her and said that if I am to become head, I will marry the girl and secure company relations.”

There is an awkward pause as you take all this in. Normally, you would have flipped out over this type of news, try to find a solution to this problem. Normally, you would have probably gone to Enji to tell him to suck it, that you and Shouto are happy and if his son chose to be happy over becoming head of the family business, he better respect that decision. Normally, you would have fought for your right to be happy with your fiancé.

So why is your stubbornness and strong will not there when you need it? Where is your passion?

Before you can stop yourself, you slowly look up at your love, your mind blank as you speak:

“Maybe marrying the girl is the best thing to do.”

Shouto looks at you, eyes wide with shock before they switch to having a look of horror, like you just suggested for him to massacre a town.

“What?” he says in a sort of gasp. “How can you even think to suggest that?!”

“Shouto – ”

“You know I will never marry a woman I don’t love. You know how much I love you; I will never leave your side! No company can get between us, you know that – ”

“Shouto, please!” you blurt out full blast as you lose your self control, letting the tears run down your face. It puts his outburst at a halt, allowing you to continue after a moment’s pause:

“I don’t have much time left.” you admit, looking away from him and out the window that brings in ironic rays of sun into the room. “The doctors said the treatment could only do so much... my illness has spread further into my body and now, everything just hurts. They estimate that I only have a week or so left.”

You look back at him, the tiniest smile you could muster being on your face as you try not to continue crying.

“I didn’t know how to tell you without hurting you. You don’t deserve to live alone, Shouto. Maybe you’ll end up falling in love with this girl, have healthy children and carry on your family legacy like your father wants. You never know, Shouto, it may be for the best – ”

“No.”

“Shouto – ”

“No. I refuse to give up on us so easily.”

You look back down at your hands. Up until now, you never really noticed how skeletal and pale your hands have become. How much weight have you lost? You aren’t sure. In fact, you aren’t sure of anything anymore; at this point you can’t focus or think so easily.

You look back up when you hear your name being said, the look in Shouto’s eyes filled with a determination you never thought you would see in your lifetime.

“Let’s get married.” he says, gently taking your hands in his. For the first time in a while, you feel genuine shock over this proclamation.

“S-Shouto?” you whisper. “Are you serious? Ever after what I just said – ”

“Exactly. If you have such a small amount of time, we can’t waste time. This is our chance to be happy together, to make the most of it. To hell with my father and the company, working for him will never make me happy. Hell, you make me happier than I have ever been, even now! I said I would never leave your side. I intend on keeping that promise.”

You decide to go along with not thinking it through. It’s like he said: there’s not much time left, and you deserve to be happy even for a little while, right?

“Ok.” you said, a wider smile than before plastered on your face. “Let’s do it.”

***

It is as beautiful of a wedding as it can be, especially in a white-walled hospital room that you’ve been confined to. You manage to find a simple but comfortable white dress for the occasion, one that is easy to get out of so you could switch back into your scrubs afterwards, and Shouto decides to match the theme of simplicity, opting for a white button up and black pants and shoes. He looks as dashing as the first day you met him, and he makes sure to let you know that you look as beautiful as a goddess. Even though you are too weak to do a “walk down the aisle”, your father – who got ordained for this day – makes sure to reassure you that you look radiant and smiles as he gives his blessing to your union, proceeding to marry you two.

Your vows to each other are sweet and make you feel fuzzy and warm inside. You make sure to avoid the whole “in sickness and in health” and “’till death do us part”: you don’t need to rub it in. Instead, you focus on the good you cherish, and the bad you managed to push through to be the couple that you are in the present. You gush over your rings – simple, glistening silver bands that fit snug on his and your ring finger – and as your put the rings on each other’s fingers, you feel a certain sense of comfort that you hadn’t felt for a little while.

You’re finally pronounced husband and wife and it feels like your kiss solidifies this new union.

You don’t need a fancy reception – you don’t necessarily have the energy for that either. Instead, you opt for some stargazing together in the hospital garden. You can’t help the goofy smile on your face when you notice the rose petals leading to the bench. It takes a little while for you to walk over to the bench, with your weakened legs, but with your now husband holding your hand and guiding you, you manage to make it and sit down next to him.

You’ve stargazed with him in the past, but you never really noticed until now just how much he glows under the starlight.

“The night really is beautiful.” you sigh contently, your hand intertwined with his.

“It really is.” he says with a smile of his own. “It’s definitely fitting for a day like this.”

You don’t need a word exchange. You’re both perfectly happy enjoying each other’s company during a peaceful evening, looking up at all the constellations formed in the night sky in comfortable silence. Who knew that the stars in the sky can form such fascinating and interesting shapes? In any case, the cool air feels nice, not chilling you to the bone.

“Shouto?”

“Yes?”

“I wish this moment could last forever...” you say, closing your eyes as you lean on his shoulder with his hand linked to yours. “If only this could never end.”

He looks at you, his gaze soft and his smile small and with a hint of sadness to it and he gently squeezes your hand.

“Let’s focus on the present.” he says after a moment of silence. “Tonight is about us and our happiness.”

“Yeah.” you say contently and entertain yourself with looking at his fingers, playing with them and looking at his ring finger.

Later that night, when he brings you back to your room to be cared for by the nurses, you call out his name before he can exit and he turns to face you with a raised eyebrow.

“Smile for me.” you say with a big, sheepish smile of your own. Though initially stunned, he gives you a matching smile and you can’t help but giggle in return.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my love.” he says, waving lightly and he leaves.

The minute he leaves, it is as though your body gives up the last bit of strength it could muster and you fall over on the bed, everything inside of you tightening. You can’t tell if it’s because you’ve been hiding your struggle to stay strong all day, the ticking time bomb inside of you or because of the actual shutting down of your body taking place, but it hurts.

All you know is that it won’t hurt for long. And what you know is that you are thankful to have seen your husband, your lover smile for one last time.

You don’t pay mind to the nurses and doctors rushing to your side, trying to keep you conscious through any ways necessary – well, you can’t even if you tried.

All you can focus on is the fading image of Shouto Todoroki smiling for you, all as you yourself fade away into nothingness.

***

A week later after finding out you were placed on life support, your husband still remains by your side, his own eyes dried up and red, swollen from having let himself cry at your bedside for days. His father tries to convince him to leave the room, even for a bit of fresh air, but the older man only gets shut down with venom laced in his son’s voice.

A week later, Shouto has had to make a decision: try to hold onto non-existing hope and keep listening to the faint heart line, or finally to let you go.

As the nurse and doctor come up to him with a look of sympathy in their eyes, the nurse leans over to him, knowing Shouto’s final decision.

“Mr. Todoroki, are you ready?” she asks – not out of curiosity, but out of obligation. He looks up at her, your cold hand in his hands, and his eyes betray the calm demeanour he was so used to presenting.

“No.” he says bluntly. “But when will I ever be? You can go ahead.”

He can’t look at you when the life support is finally disconnecting, especially as he feels you fade away for good. All he knows is that the night you were married was truly the night you two bid your farewells.

The library was busy on the day you two first met. Finals were taking place and you had been in the same economics class. However, you only got to speak to him for the first time when you noticed him sitting alone, studying at a table surrounded only by books filled with numbers and statistics. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want him to be alone. You had a feeling there was a lot to uncover with this attractive boy and you were going to make a friend out of him.

You decided to go up to him and nudged him, catching him by surprise.

“Hey, Shouto Todoroki, right?” you whispered to him with your best smile. He looked up at you in shock but quietly nodded in response. You held your own books in one arm and held out your other hand for a handshake, giving your name in introduction.

“It’s nice to finally speak to you.” you said in a quiet chuckle as you shook hands.

“Pleasure is mine.” he said in response, tone low. When you nudged to the chair across him and gave a look, he nodded and you sat down, placing your books down. Your smile stayed on your face, radiant as ever, and you leaned on your arms, which rested on the table.

“So tell me, Shouto, do you believe in love at first sight?”

“E-excuse me?” he said with wide eyes, to which you quietly giggled in response.

“I’m messing with you,” you replied in amusement. “But I will say this: I would love to get to know you.”

Without giving him much time to reply, you take a piece of paper and write your cell number on it, passing it over to him and getting up with your books.

“Feel free to text me whenever!” you said and walked out the library, not being able to shake off the smile on your face and not truly caring if you possibly made a fool of yourself.

After all, you only live once right?

Within 5 minutes you got a text from an unknown number, making you blush and let out a light laugh:

So, what if I told you I do believe in love at first sight? – Shouto Todoroki

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So..you can answer this privately or post (or not answer at all lol). Up to you. But I just saw your tags in a post about pregnancy that said you don't mind sharing about your experience. Could you just talk a bit about your pregnancy, giving birth, breast feeding, raising a baby and being married? I realize that's like so much lol I just want to hear it from a young faithful Catholic woman. Thanks in advance :)

Absolutely! I’ll answer publicly in case anyone else is curious, plus I’m not really a particularly private person.

I tried to add the break but don’t know how to do it on mobile. I’m sorry guys, cause this is looooong. Scroll past if you don’t want to read a bunch of uncomfortable personal stuff.

First of all an unfortunate but essential part of the story is that I did not act as “a young faithful catholic woman” in the beginning, and it had a profound effect on all the rest. I’m not sure a person is supposed to broadcast their sins like this, but it’s essential to the story. I got pregnant a month before my wedding, which had been moved up from May to October in part because my fiancé and I were really, really failing in the whole chastity department and judged it best to just get married. AFTER that decision, I became pregnant. I started throwing up and feeling miserable and exhausted at four weeks, and got married at about five. It was not fun, guys. As soon as I saw that positive test I fully realized how irresponsible I had been and fully regretted my actions. I was constantly nauseated and threw up most days, couldn’t keep down liquids (so bad dehydration) and was deathly, deathly tired. Because of the hormones, I would feel nothing but a vague depression all day and then all of a sudden at bedtime burst into tears because I “couldn’t take it” or I had some worry about the baby’s future, though at that point I didn’t feel much emotion towards her of any kind. I was working a job I hated too, full time with an hour drive, and I had only gotten four days off the week of my wedding. I have to give my husband so much credit for the way he handled entering the married state with a pregnant, emotionally needy and physically drained wife. I was not in a bridal frame of mind at all and he just took it in stride. I had a much harder time adjusting to the married state. By the way, we were living in a large room in a house shared between my husband and two other guys, one of whom was the nightmare roommate par excellence.

In my second trimester things got a little better. I was able to eat more than pizza rolls and smoothies (yes, those were my 1st trimester foods), I quit my job and got a part time that was much much better, found out I was having a girl and began to actually feel a bond between me and the tiny bump that was starting to wriggle and press inside me: I had enough mental health to handle my husband getting laid off a week after I quit and to actually be some consolation to him for the month that neither of us had a job.

As the third trimester approached my baby was diagnosed with IUGR, Intrauterine Growth Restriction. They said the placenta wasn’t working correctly. I started throwing up again and having super painful episodes of what I thought was just really bad acid reflux. I got an average of four hours of interrupted sleep per night. I went for my 30 week appointment and told the midwife I was working a nine-hour shift that day, and she wanted me to call out but I wouldn’t. The next morning when my husband got up at five he found me curled up on the couch just crying because everything hurt so bad and I was so tired and I just really didn’t see how I could take much more. I called my mom and told her my symptoms and she said it sounded like preeclampsia. Then I called my best friend, who’s a nurse, and she told me to go to the hospital RIGHT NOW. Finally I did, though in retrospect I should probably not have been driving. When I finally got seen they took one look at my blood pressure and rushed me into the l&d emergency ward, where they had me iv’d and cathetered and being pumped full of magnesium before I knew what was happening. I asked when I’d be able to leave and they said “when that baby’s out of you.” I had severe preeclampsia and HELLP syndrome and I spent the next two weeks in the hospital. That day was Good Friday. I was supposed to make it to 34 weeks and then induction but two weeks in I had a night of the worst pain I’d ever had, and blood pressure they couldn’t keep down, and my liver was swollen and my kidneys were about ready to go, so they started the induction. The baby was struggling under the stress of the forced labor so I was once again rushed through the hospital in a bed to surgery and they performed an emergency C-section. Luckily my husband had gotten there earlier that day. He baptized our daughter as soon as she came out and I got to see her later on in the NICU. Her face and head were covered by a breathing machine and her body was so, so thin and tiny, but I knew she was beautiful. When I got to hold her for the first time she instantly became the whole world to me, and I was vaguely surprised at how painful it could be to have someone be your whole world — I had thought I loved my husband deeply but this is a whole new thing. She was in the NICU for five weeks and leaving the hospital without her was awful, but I visited every day and just held her against my skin for hours. She had a feeding tube and I wasn’t able to start breastfeeding her until about four weeks later, but when I finally was allowed to I was so proud of myself and her. I still love feeding her, I feel like it’s almost a way of communicating between us. I feed her everywhere and hope I can help normalize it even a little.

Our baby finally came home at what would have been 38 weeks and it was so exciting and so scary. I had of necessity unofficially quit my job when I was admitted to the hospital so now all of a sudden I was a stay at home mom, in a new house and a new town because we had moved to the country with my husband’s cousin literally the day I gave birth (thank goodness for helpful family members). I just spent my days cuddling and feeding my tiny one. She loves snuggles and in the early days refused to be put down, so I had her in my arms for about 19 hours a day. (I often wear her in a baby wrap, and it is a sanity-saver.) I still had episodes of that same pain I had experienced before I gave birth, and for a long time they were really bad, like screaming-into-a-pillow bad. My husband took me to the ER twice but they couldn’t find anything and it’s gradually gotten much more manageable. After a while I started feeling better overall and seriously taking on the responsibility of the cooking and the house as well, but I still spend a lot of time cuddling, feeding, singing and reading to my little girl, and I think it’s good for her. I don’t want her to ever, ever have the possibility of feeling unwanted or unloved, because even though I wasn’t quite ready for her and she put me through more physical and mental suffering than I thought I could handle — and in the process destroyed all my cute little mental images of maternity — I am truly and honestly so honored to have been granted participation in creating this beautiful, unique, new human being. I had read stuff about the dignity of sex but I didn’t really understand it until after she was born and I could fully appreciate that what we did led to this whole new person, with a personality and attachments and preferences and talents. And the best part? After my body and brain are (hopefully) completely healed, this privilege is granted to my husband and me not just once, but God willing many times over, and I am happy to go through it all again for another tiny human, because in more ways than I have words to say, it is worth it.