#the first time i asked her to maybe be a bit quieter she was super apologetic

[disorganisedautodidact]

this is true - my neighbour's noise is immediately easier to fall asleep to now that I actually know her, plus she's actually considerate when I do ask her to turn it down a bit! Talking to your neighbours helps

Trixie Mattel is right, getting to know your neighbors is the best inoculation against being annoyed by their noise. it only works up to a certain point, but for just regular footsteps or the occasional bass leaking through or a party once in a while, the anonymous Fucking Neighbors are people i will kill for doing their laundry at 10:14pm, but Steven and Ray who live upstairs and sometimes have to jog across their hardwood at 8:39am because they forgot to pick up their Clif bar before they put on their shoes for work are my good pals and i look forward to barricading the building together during the financial collapse.

[chvoswxtch]

Hi,

I had a request… I’m currently obsessed with Frank Castle (he’s just so 🥵) and had an idea, it’s not super original so I understand if you don’t want to write it!

A non-binary (they/she) character who is plus-sized and younger than him (in their mid-20s) taking him home to meet her family for the holidays. And she is very insecure and worried about how their family will react. Maybe while there, a family member says something hateful about her weight and/or being non-binary, and Frank goes to comfort/reassure her, and maybe even gets mad and defends her to her family?

Can be smut or just fluff (or both!)

I just thought it would be cute to see his more protective/caring side, mixed with his possessive and angry side. I love that dynamic (:

hello my love!

so i'm not sure if you've watched the bear (i'm still working through it myself) but there's a scene where jon flips a table and goes on a rampage and I just thought that was super fitting for this prompt so I drew a lot of inspiration from that & I hope you enjoy!

I also hope you're having a wonderful day or night wherever you are and that the holidays are being kind to you 🖤

warning: swearing, frank being frank word count: 1.5k

dessert.

It was so quiet in the cab of Frank’s truck, you swore you could almost hear the delicate noise of fresh snowflakes carelessly colliding with the windshield over the dull roar of the heat coming through the vents. The holidays were always a complicated time for you with your family. In the earlier months of the year, there was a welcoming sense of freedom to be exactly who you were without judgment. But when the colder weather started to seep in, so did the impending dread. All you had wanted to do was introduce your family to the man you had fallen in love with, and celebrate your first holiday together in a special way. You had anticipated a little bit of uncomfortable tension, prepared yourself for a few tasteless passive aggressive comments, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.

Bringing Frank home to meet your family hadn’t been the mistake. It was underestimating his protective nature and forgetting the caliber of his restless temper.

Things had already been off to a rocky start as soon as you walked through the door. Everyone’s eyes seemed to be shamelessly sticking to the way your outfit clung to the soft and full curves of your figure. The same outfit that had Frank nearly pulling over to the side of the road impatiently because he couldn’t keep his eyes ahead was currently the topic being whispered about by your aunts. However their attention was quickly stolen as soon as Frank walked in behind you. Their hushed gossip rang loudly in your ears, causing the confidence Frank had built up within you to fizzle out into insecure embers.

He’s so…normal looking. What’s he doing with her?

She’s not a her, remember? She’s…oh I forget what it’s called. Another complicated thing these kids have come up with. I swear it’s something new everyday. I can’t keep up.

He seems much too old for her, and look how fit he is. They seem way too different, there’s no way they’re actually dating.

It only got progressively worse from there. By the time everyone sat down to have dinner, it was like you weren’t even there. Everyone asked Frank a million and one questions, but no one asked you a single thing. No one asked how you were, or how the new job was going that you were so excited about. No one asked how you and Frank met, or how long you had been dating for. Everyone seemed to be trying to figure out the puzzle of what Frank was doing here with you, and eventually, you found yourself trying to solve that exact same riddle. It was almost incredible how your family managed to ruin all the trust and love that the two of you had built up over the past few months. All the promises of reassurance that flowed so easily from his lips seemed to vanish from your memory, and the quieter you got, the angrier Frank became.

He was polite at first, answering the simple questions with appropriate responses, but the more they tried to exclude you from the conversation, the more he tried to aggressively incorporate you into it. His frustration was evident in the way his voice became more rough and coarse, a detail only you were able to pick up on. That should’ve been the first warning bell in your head. But you were so wrapped up in your own insecurities that it didn’t occur to you to reach for his hand under the table to calm him like you normally did when he got worked up. Frank was doing his best to contain his rage at the way your family treated you, but one hateful comment from your alcoholic of an uncle about your weight caused him to erupt.

It all happened so fast, that you were stunned. Your uncle was in the middle of following up his weight comment with an insult about your non-binary identity when Frank suddenly stood and flipped the table out of his way so he could rush forward and strike his fist across your uncle's face. In a split second, everything had descended into chaos. Your mom and aunts were screaming, your father and uncles were trying to pull Frank off your drunk uncle, but they weren’t a match for his strength and tenacity. It wasn’t until you fought your way through them and tugged at Frank’s shirt in a panic that he finally relented and let you drag him out of the house.

For the past fifteen minutes, the two of you had been sitting in his truck where it was parked in front of your family’s house, both of you attempting to calm down. Frank was trying to quell his anger while you were coming down from the shock of what had just happened. The longer you sat in silence watching the waves of snowflakes caress the glass of the windshield, the more uneasy Frank became. Letting out a deep exhale through his large nose, he finally couldn’t take the quiet anymore.

“Look I…I didn’t…m’sorry, alright? Can you just…will you please say somethin’?”

“I can’t believe you flipped a table.”

Frank blinked in dumbfoundment a few times, his dark brows pinching together in the center of his forehead. He was expecting you to yell, to go off on him, maybe even break up with him right then and there, but not to hear you sound so amused about his explosive behavior.

“Huh?”

“That was ‘real housewives’ of you.”

When you finally turned to face him, he noticed the faint smirk on your lips, and that one little gesture eased all the anxiety that had been building up within him for the past fifteen minutes. He let out a puff of air through his lips, looking ahead as he shook his head slowly and glanced at his side mirror while trying to fight the crooked grin that threatened to spill across his lips.

“Yeah well, dinner was dull. Thought I’d spice it up a bit.”

“I’d say you spiced it up a lot.”

Frank turned his head to look over at you, and you could see a faint apologetic twinkle in his eye from the glow of the street lamp above.

“You mad?”

It was your turn to look at him in dumbfoundment. Arching one of your brows, you let out a soft laugh while tilting your head to the side in slight curiosity.

“Am I mad that you stuck up for me?”

“I coulda handled it better.”

Scooting over to the middle seat of the cab, you brought your hand up to gently caress his jaw while staring into his warm brown eyes with a soft smile.

“No Frankie, I’m not mad. I promise.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss, letting him feel the sincerity behind your words. You weren’t mad at all. No one had ever been so protective or defensive of you before, and while some would’ve thought his reaction was a little extreme, you knew it was just Frank’s way of showing you how much he loved and cared about you.

“Thank you.”

“For ruinin’ the holidays with your family?”

“Baby, they were ruined before we even got here. And honestly, this is the best holiday season I’ve ever had, thanks to you. You made it special for me. It was probably a bad idea to come here, but I just wanted to show you off. Show them all how happy I was. I thought they would be happy for me-”

“Hey, to hell with ‘em. They don’t deserve to see that pretty smile after the way they treated you. That asshole’s lucky I don’t go back in there-”

“Frank.”

Letting out a soft laugh, you redirected his angry glare from your family’s house back towards you as you pulled him in for another soft kiss.

“Let’s just go home. We can order something in.”

Frank took one last irritated look at your family’s house, letting out a soft grunt of disapproval.

“Goddamn chicken was dry anyway.”

For some reason the frustration coveting his sharp features and the grumpy tone of his voice just made you laugh. Giving his thigh a gentle squeeze, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and smiled adoringly at him.

“We can have something else for dinner.”

Frank turned his head to look at you, his gaze wandering slowly up and down your figure before settling on your eyes once more. The ravenous look reflected back at you simultaneously sent a shiver down your spine and filled your lower half with a sense of heat. He reached out to place one of his large hands on your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze as his voice dropped to a husky whisper.

“Think I’m ready for dessert, sweetheart.”

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[bellewintersroe]

thanks so much for writing a part 2 to the xNurse reader(i loved it)

and for giving grant some love.And if you are going to do more parts i would like to request that you add alton moore,christenson and moe alley because they are so underrated/like i Can Barely find any fics about them/And sorry english is not my first language

Hey I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for your request, I’d love to write for these men, sorry if it’s not super good as they for some reason never got as much screen time in Bob:( but I love to do more research and give some underrated boys some attention hehe.

Also no need to apologise!! Your English is perfect!!

Band of Brothers x Nurse Reader, Part 3:

Alton More:

Okay off topic but this guy was biggggggg for looting, how do you think he got hold of Hitlers personal photo album LMAO.

like that smirk after Speirs has finished telling him off just makes me feel like he’s a bit cheeky.

Like I can see all the nurses being introduced to the men and he just smirks directly at you immediately. His attention isn’t on any of the other women, you’re the only one he’s got eyes for.

some how, he attempts to make his way over to speak to you, but you’re ushered away quicker than he expects.

The rest of the evening, and however long it is before he sees you again he’s probably thinking about you. (He married his childhood sweetheart so I think he himself is a huge sweetheart). He’s a hopeless romantic and is already head over heels before he can put a name to your face.

“Ahhhh, did you see her, Malark? Like, her hair and everythin’??? She was gorgeous.”

He’s thinking about every single detail about you. “Ya gonna scare her away the second you speak to her.”

Much to More’s surprise he doesn’t. Hes super tall and handsome, with a smile to die for, a total dreamboat. He’s stunned when you’re stammering and blushing around him.

I think to speak to you he’d ask you loads of questions about nursing in the army and how you got into it. He’s genuinely fascinated, and when he finds out he’s a year or two older than you, he teases you about it.

would definitely be a little more shy and slower to make a move than some of the other boys. But you’d grow close because of this, he would harass you, he’s harmless and charming and sweet- I think as a nurse in Easy it would be hard to resist him.

so there’s this story that Malarkey has told about when Alton was looting, and he found a pair of knitted, baby boots and completely broke down and started to cry.

I think out of everybody Alton would feel the most comfortable coming to you, and when you just appear in front of him and he’s stood with red eyes, you couldn’t help but engulf him into a hug.

well it’s more like him engulfing you because he’s much taller, but instantly you’d ask him what happened and when he expresses himself you’d leave kisses all over his cheeks and cuddle him a lot.

after that act of vulnerability the two of you would be like two peas in a pod, feelings would be admitted and he’d be super protective over you, especially if you’re out on the field, he feels like his hearts in his throat whenever he watches you run out to treat somebody.

Burton ‘Pat’ Christenson:

christenson genuinely sounds like such an interesting person, and Michael Fassbender is gorgeous omfg.

From what I’ve seen he seems like quite a happy, outgoing guy, so maybe you spot him before he spots you?? Like for a change, you’re the one admiring somebody from a far and feel like you have to chase them.

it’s not that he doesn’t think you’re stunning I think because you’re on the quieter side he doesn’t notice you, but when he does, holy fucking shit ur so fucking drop dead gorgeous and what???

would buy you a drink and comes and sits next to you in the pub, engaging in conversation with you about anything.

He has such a sparkle in his eye and he doesn’t open up about it at first, but he’s got so many interests.

Physically, he was one of the top men in easy which is super attractive to you, (Pat smirks about this) but he’s also artistic, can play the guitar and he can sing?!! He’s a guy of many talents and I think you’d beg him to sing- which he’s too modest about so he doesn’t sadly.

Would probably be super playful with you as a way of flirting.

I think anything was to happen, it would be later in the war during/ after Bastogne.

everybody’s morale is down, but your closest friend seems to be completely and utterly exhausted and close to the brink of a breakdown. When you learn he’d been hit by shrapnel and was too exhausted to move you’re a panicked mess.

You didn’t know whether to slap him or cry when he’s asleep in the field hospital bed. You watch over him and let him sleep peacefully, patching and cleaning him up.

At some point, I think his hand would sneak into yours, half asleep as he’d ask you to stay in a husky voice. Now if that didn’t make your heart leap, I don’t know what else would.

He’s just so soft and gentle, and he’s a really kind guy, so you’d do anything for him except, “Pat, we’re in the hospital, I can’t get in bed with you-“ “I love you though.” Oop- “N-no you’re half asleep.” “Y/N, I love you.”

Would definitely fall hard and fast, you’re his own personal nurse for a couple weeks, and you’re his rock after he lost his closest friends.

After the way you took care of him, he wants nothing more than to spoil you for the rest of your life after the war and bring you home to a comfortable lifestyle where he can give you whatever you wanted.

I think physical touch is his love language, so he’d have a lingering finger wrapped around yours, or a hand on your shoulders at all times.

James Moe Alley:

What a handsome man. Seriously all three of these men are SLEPT on.

I think Moe is a more quieter guy, especially when it comes to women, he’s a little shy and intimidated around you, similar to how Babe is.

let’s say you first meet when you do his physical, you’ve seen so many handsome men so he doesn’t think you’d be the slightest bit interested; but there’s an audible shyness behind your voice, and James is relieved you’re similar to him.

You had to have your hands all over him, and the examination ended up being slightly giggly and awkward. After, it takes a while for either of you to speak one on one, without being in a group.

I think Moe would get a little saddened and disheartened when he see’s other men flirting with you, he sips his beer as he watches you laughing at what they’re saying, questioning why he can’t be that confident around you.

nervous about jumping out of the aeroplane (he had to be pushed out when jumping!) I feel like you’d be able to tell and you’d approach him and soothe his shaking hands.

“Ya’ scared, James? Don’t be scared, I’ve seen a million guys do this and they were all fine.” Knowing you were on the ground below, and you’d just held his hands, he felt like a child, smiling to himself as he plucked enough courage to throw himself out of the plane during the practice jumps.

I feel like he’d need a bit of a push to make a move on you? Maybe one day he sees somebody being rude or disrespectful to you, they’re clearly taking advantage of how nice and reserved you are, so he intercepts, physically barricading his body between yours and the guy harassing you.

“She ain’t interested, pal. You better back off.”

After he’s huffing and puffing, storming away from the annoying guy once he’d finally left you and you chase after him, grabbing his shoulders. to stop him.

“Moe.” With a soft call of his name, you’re on your tip toes kissing him with both your hands on either of his cheeks.

Feels like he’s been kissed by an Angel- holy fucking shit.

after that there’s a genuine connection growing between the two of you, but I feel like it gets cut short when he’s injured in Operation Market Garden.

seeing him like that was horrible, you couldn’t stop crying and Winters had to move you away from treating him because you were too worried. Thanks to your quick action and care he survives despite having 32 shrapnel injuries.

he never has chance to thank you because he’s borderline unconscious and shipped off to a hospital for the next two months.

In the mean time you’d write to one another, James is more confident through writing, and warns you a billion times that he’s gonna ‘bust the fuck out and go AWOL to get back to Easy’.

And he does.

it’s in Bastogne; but hell seeing him again would make you weak in the knees. Alley feels like he’s gonna fall when he sees you and he engulfs you in the biggest cuddle ever. You’re skinny and look exhausted, but you’re alive and safe.

The relationship is so comfortable, you love each other very dearly and Moe never ever forgets how you saved his life when he was injured. Never stops thanking you.

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omfg ??? Im in my feels so much writing about these men? If anybody has any requests surrounding these guys specifically, please let me know and I’ll get writing!!

[2000sangel]

hi! I was curious if you could do a romantic hazbin hotel match up? <3

I go by she/they. im pansexual, im not too picky. I'm originally from Guatemala but was adopted to America! I have dark brown eyes with gold rimmed glasses with peircings; nose stud and septum. Im also a bit on the bigger side like mid size, im super insecure about it due to family problems making it worse. im getting bette with it though! I'm a Pisces and an infp. When first meeting me I'm normally shy and keep to myself and I've been told I look mean since of my resting face but trust I'm the silliest person you have ever met. when getting close; I love to joke around and I tend to be rude and "out of pocket " with my humor. (think of like smiling friends or oneyplays for reference) I love helping others if it be medically or just listening. speaking of medical; I'm almost done with schooling to get my EMT certification! I've always wanted to help someone every since I was a child. since I chose this field I am a real stickler for anatomy and physiology, with that being said I like to point out mistakes in movies which can get super annoying but it's something I love to do. another thing I love is the elder scrolls series! I love the real life inspo it's taken for the game universe, plus I love the medival vibe it has. I also love history such as artifacts from the past, historical texts, and medical practices back then. I'm a huge horror fan as well; scream, thanksgiving, SAW, Halloween, the omen. I love the classics! I also love crime cases too. I also love music,my favorites being malice mizer, gulu gulu, nirvana , ice nine kills, korn,slaughter to prevail and powerwolf! I like gothic type clothing but I normally dress in a baggy shirt and jeans so I feel out of place lol. I'm not the super touchy type (depends on the mood) because it gives me the ick. I'm more of acts of service and quality time type of lover.

I hope this is enough information! I love your writing < 3

Hi!! Thank you for appreciating my writing <3 You’ve got a lot of interests, you seem like a very interesting person!

With that said, I match you with a character that I didn’t think anyone would get matched with...

Lute!

I’m going to start from the bottom here and say that Lute is not very touchy either, so she appreciates having a partner who has similar tastes when it comes to love languages. Her primary language is quality time, if you’re spending time with Lute it means she considers you worthy and thinks your relationship is worth devoting effort on.

Her favorite way of spending time together is doing her own thing while you do yours and listening to music in the meantime. Maybe you’ll be studying and she’ll be stretching, or you’ll be researching historical facts while she’s preening her wings.

Speaking of preening, she will only trust you and herself to do it. She’s pretty shy when asking too, pretending not to care but you can clearly see her looking anywhere but in your eyes. She loves the feeling of your hands on her wings, and being taken care of for once.

Going back to your interests and what you two do together, she’s also not opposed to watching your favorite horror movies! I get the feeling that she’d be into those kind of things herself, and would also find crime cases interesting to follow. I can imagine you two making dinner or a simple snack and sitting on the cough together, watching a documentary on the latest crime case while chewing on your food as quietly as possible to hear every word.

Lute is not the type to get intimidated easily, especially if she doesn’t know someone personally, so your quieter and ‘mean-looking’ exterior never really bothered her in the first place. When you two get closer and you eventually reveal the sillier side of your personality, she’s going to reveal hers as well. She loves out of pocket humor and mean jokes, so much so that you joke around with each other this way so often that others will question whether you’re actually lovers or...don’t like each other that much after all.

She also really admires the dedication you put into studying for your certification and the field you’ve decided to deal with. She loves dedicated and diligent people. It’s also almost funny to her how she’s an Exorcist and you’ll be working in the medical field.

Lute finds you very attractive, that is a given with her being your loyal girlfriend. She really wants you to feel confident in how you look and for you to dress how you want without feeling out of place, so she’s going to remind you that she finds you good looking very often, in her own way of course. She might be a little on the meaner side when it comes to these things, but she means well; she’ll straight up tell you to wear something more interesting if she knows you were planning to dress in a more gothic style but settled on the usual baggy clothes. She’ll then remind you that you’re good looking for her and it shouldn’t really matter what your family or others think.

Overall, Lute is a very supportive – still, in her own way - and devoted partner. If you’ve got to the point of being in a relationship with her, nothing can really separate you two from that point on.  

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Ok admittedly I have a hard time seeing any of them drink in the first place, especially Kanao, but say by some chance they each individually end up a bit smashed, how do you think the Butterfly Girls are when they're drunk?

Kanao I imagine is the type to get even quieter and just kinda sit in the corner but Kanae... for some reason I fear what that woman would be like with alcohol in her system.

Also hope the Wednesday's going good! Halfway through the week~

Oh boy, I’m not well versed in the various personalities of drunk people, but I’ll give it my best shot. We’ll just say this is everyone’s legal drinking age birthday celebration or sometime after.

Kanae: Either super relaxed or manic, I can’t decide. She’s fairly talkative normally, but she’s really talking now and probably without a filter too. Nothing bad though, all good things I’m sure, but maybe a little cheeky too.

Shinobu: It would be too easy to say angry drunk, but I don’t think she would be one anyway. I think she would be relaxed and vibing right up until something negative settles in her brain and then she gets mopey. She’ll try to hide it, but she’s visibly agitated. If someone asks her if something is wrong, she might just cry.

Kanao: I agree that Kanao would be even quieter. She’s the type who would be like, “I’m drunk. I can’t let anyone know I’m drunk”, but she is not convincing anyone with her attempts to act natural.

Aoi: Happy drunk. She’s always so serious, now she gets to loosen up a little bit. Doesn’t mean she’ll let any bad behavior slide though, she’s still as sharp as ever and will tell them off. However, her words might get a little jumbled up as she does so.

[mamamittens]

I'm making another shippy drawing, this time with Izou since I haven't given him proper 1:1 love with Nikia.

It's not a bad time to think about their particular dynamic, actually, since I am, once again, not falling asleep as I should when I really should already be passed TF out

It won't hurt to establish Nikia's with Thatch just as a reminder for myself honestly.

Thatch and Nikia are a bit dorky. Thatch acts suave, enjoys sweeping romantic gestures, and is very bold about his affections. You will know if he hates you and if he loves you to pieces.

Nikia is, predictably, very embarrassed but pleased about this. Quieter, she likes smaller moments. Bigger gestures are overwhelming for her. Not very good at being loud and proud, so to speak. So naturally most of their moments are small. Personal. Intimate gestures.

Passing kisses and touches. Small "I'm thinking of you" gifts. Thatch not one for trinkets finds himself with many, each one a gift from her because he's weak for the "I saw this and thought of you". He loves that. The thought of being thought of even when he's somewhere else. And he makes an effort to space out his very loud, public displays of affection to meet her in the middle. He can't always control himself. Partly because he's usually so busy, so what little free time he has he wants to make it memorable.

Now! Onto Izou and Nikia!

Izou is a lot more subdued. He's not secretive about his affections but he won't be singing on rooftops anytime soon. He will make his feelings known, however, regardless of what free time he has. Which is a little more than Thatch given he doesn't need to plan meals for a massive crew and overlook kitchen staff.

Okay, it's a little misleading to say he's subdued. Actually. It's really fucking loud and clear, he just doesn't use his voice for it. So he gets away with being a bold bastard a lot more, especially since a lot of it is pirate etiquette that goes over Nikia's head. Thatch, not so much, but he keeps his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him. And he doesn't argue with it either.

The silk foulard is a gift from Izou after all, and has a subtle pattern from Wano weaved in.

So she finds her wardrobe subtly tailored to suit her better, a side project of Izou's. And also pieces slipped in from Izou himself. A spare yukata trimmed to function as a loose jacket since she gets cold easily. Hair ribbons and chokers with silk in his colors or with Wano exclusive patterns.

She doesn't realize how damn possessive his actions are for someone not a tailor because he's not crass enough to just give her his actual yukuta to wear. Like Thatch will drape his foulard over her shoulders when she's cold and Izou nearly smacks him for it.

For those that know, it's like wearing a cowboys hat lol

So anyway, Izou sinks his claws into her wardrobe in whatever way he can and is the first to offer his services if she wants a makeover or hairstyling. If she wants to try hair jewelry, he gets it. Maybe with Thatch's help if he's being generous.

He enjoys showing how he can provide since Thatch has the literal food and dramatic displays handled.

Basically, in pirate speak, Nikia is SUPER spoken for. If they can't tell by who, they can definitely tell it's someone from Wano. And anyone who is bold enough to ignore that earns a bullet in their ass at minimum.

Izou enjoys his trinkets and adores when she secures him crafting materials for clothes. New thread and needles, silks and fabrics. The works. She may ask for assistance at first to get a good idea of what he prefers to work with, but once she has it down, he'll be pleasantly surprised often. Which is quite practical and sweet.

Her favorite thing is getting him jewelry with flowers. Roses if she's being overtly romantic. Delicate cherry blossoms or other such small flowers for cute variety. Even if he doesn't wear them anytime soon, they're displayed beautifully alongside his practical, daily pieces.

Once she learns how bold both of them have been while courting her, she's very flattered.

And they're very interested in how flattered and flustered she is about that.

Very much integrated into dirty talk anytime they give her a particularly bold gift. Notably, she still wears them.

And they very much like that.

And then they'll both use gifts she's given them just to fluster her with their newfound meaning.

It's like ongoing foreplay for them and everyone else thinks they're insufferable. Like, "just fuck already" but worse, because clearly fucking has not helped lessen the tension.

A pirate giving away treasure is a very intimate act, after all. And decorating someone in your colors or home patterns/fabrics equally bold. To keep doing so I'm new ways... Well, it's a lot. Let's put it that way.

Only way they could be more overt is if they just got married already and got matching tattoos.

They're very happy for them but... Yeah. It's kinda obnoxious lmao

[3lossm]

@madestars : ( brick ) “   since when do you ever worry about me ??   ”

something stirs in her chest , a sharp pull of a heartstring -- a snap. his words cut into her in a way they shouldn't . she's not obligated to care about him, in fact she shouldnt . however, it's unnatural for her, it's like seeing the moon hiding as a phantom during the day for the first time. it's confusing, it makes you contemplate and it makes you ask questions. it's something she can't quite stop even if she tells herself she needs to, that it's no good because he's no good.

he's bad. very bad . evil .

yet , there's that flash of hurt that passes over the pink of her eyes, wide with a form of shock. his venom is a fresh wound, inflamed and reddened. her jaw tightens where it's hinged , this was stupid . so freaking stupid . he 's the same -- well , not quite the same as her given the inherited morals but the variables are similar . with the special component of chemical X , he can heal the same way she does. she didn't need to -- ugh ! feeling stupid grows into embarrassment. in an anxious movement, she fidgets and catches herself . none of that was needed. the hurt is still there and she's riddled with disbelief as a secondary emotion but it sparks her temper . it's an immediate reaction, anger and hurt flaring behind her eyes. the anger rises, a warm tide that washes over her and fuels her speech quickening and voice raising.

❛ are you serious ? ❜ her gaze is pointed up at him, holding the eye contact . a question , where she pauses and then she's letting that anger take the reigns some. look , it's not what he says that's eating at her bones, it's the way he said it, with that stupid , annoying tone he's always using. like ... like it's unfathomable that she would care or .. worry. she's a super hero ! it's her job to care. ( yeah , that's it )

❛ i know you're - ❜ pink eyes drop to his chest, then bounce back up to his , expression hardening again . ❛ evil and heartless and don't care about anybody but yourself but -- ❜ she stops , a brief pause as she takes a deep breath now, why is there a but ? why is there an exception ? now, her anger has been sucked away, like a drain catching water. ❛ it ' s .. kinda what i do , brick . ❜ tone flattens , alongside it , her voice is quieter , tamed compared to the almost shouting ( she wasnt shouting thank you very much ) that was occuring beforehand. ❛ it ' d be more alarming if i wasn't worrying , to some extent. ❜ she tacks on that last bit to make sure it doesn't look like she cares too much.

she's telling the truth though, ever since they were young , blossom has always been a worrier, maybe it came with the territory of being the leader , maybe it was because of the fact that she was the one left responsible with the safety of townsville, and sure, her sisters are there too -- they fight together but she's always acted the most mature, the most capable of handling the pressure. being worrisome just came from being the leader [ . . . ] there's a quiet voice in her head that tells her brick is a leader too and she wonders briefly if he's the same .

[anonzentimes]

The reason for her first name was to kinda match up with Chihiro because we know Chiaki's name is based off of his and I wanted to do the same! So I took the Saki part in Fujisaki and yes Chiaki is replaced entirely! I love her but one thing I wish we got more of was a backstory and getting to know more about her life, So I tried to do that for Saki while still making sure it works with the story of dr3/sdr2.

To start Saki is an orphan her parents had to give her up due to not having enough money to take care of her. She’s been there since they got out of the hospital! Not sure if this part is canon or not but Nagito on the other hand got put in this orphanage after the serial killer kidnapping part. But they didn’t talk to each other until they were 8. Saki during the years of being there so far she’d find a fun thing that she likes to do which is being out in the woods/forest looking at all of the plants and she’s been kind of sneaking out during the day to do so, nobody noticed anyway. But Nagito did notice her sneak out one time and maybe got a little curious and decided to follow her. He saw her looking focused at the ground and he kind of just went up to her and started talking, it was a bit strange because it was just so calm and nonchalant like they’ve been friends for a while. Saki didn’t even notice he was there at first and it made her jump then she got scared because she thought that he’d tell on her as she’s kind of not allowed to go outside without permission but with the way he was talking it didn’t seem like he would but it helped calm her nerves. So she started to engage in the conversation as well and she really enjoyed it because this was like the first person to really talk to her. But as they were talking the tree that was next to Saki made a snapping noise. She looked up at the sound for a second then freaked out seeing that huge tree branch was going to land  on her if she didn’t move. So she grabbed Nagitos hand just in case and ran to the entrance of the forest. When she looked over at Nagito she was surprised to see that he didn’t look scared or worried in the slightest. he actually looked more shocked at the fact that Saki even moved him away from the scene. And after that day that was it. They didn’t talk for a few days. Saki was a bit sad since Nagito was the first person she’d bonded with at the orphanage. Since everyone else there was a bit older than she was, Nagito was the only person who was around her age. So she decided to go up to him this time! He seemed a bit distant like he was still talking to her but he just seemed quieter than the first time they talked. And Saki was worried that he didn’t like her anymore. After that conversation, they didn’t talk again for another few days. Saki wanted to try one more time because you know maybe he was having a bad day that day! He seemed calmer this time still distant but it was better! And at the end, Saki asked to be friends and Nagito looked a bit hesitant before saying yes!

(Switching the POV for a moment! I like to think the only reason Nagito didn’t talk to Saki after he went to her that day was because he probably blamed himself for the tree branch breaking off and almost injuring or even killing Saki if she didn’t notice. And he didn’t want to put her life in danger again! Also so sorry this is so long and I hope I’m doing Nagito justice so far!! :D)

Hmm okay, so, I like the ideas here I think they're fun! The Fujisaki naming was really smart I smiled about it. I'm interested in how the story entirely plays out with her implemented Lol. Nagito going to an orphanage isn't really canon so it's sort of up to interpretation for what happens at that point, it's not canon but also not invalidating anything so it's an interesting interpretation! The tree snapping due to his luck is a really good scenario for him and I like it a lot, him being shocked about being cared for more than the scenario is also super in character. Him blaming himself for the interaction, trying to keep her safe, is also good characterization and I like it!

I think my main I suppose like ""criticism"" is that it takes a lot for Nagito to say somebody is a friend. Nagito is friendly with Hajime in the Dangan Islands for quite a while but treats a friendship label like something so special. Just like, make sure to give the label of friend more emphasis and power because it means enough to him that he had to get the courage to ask Hajime as if it was a love confession. He says friend as a light word in the first trial as well, but still, if it's a genuine personal bond rather than a light term there needs a lot of emphasis on it. The hesitation is good to display that, and he IS still young here so he might not be fully distancing himself yet. Might not entirely be expecting every person to die inherently since he was the one to approach her. So I think it makes sense here. But just as a general point him saying someone is a friend is a huge thing for him considering the possible bad luck, so make sure to show how huge it is IF it isn't just a general label! :)

This pretty cool so far! I think the concepts and general characterization is pretty on the mark! I like a lot of stuff about it, I think Nagito's characterization is done pretty well and Saki is an interesting character. I'd like to know about more about her mannerisms and what happens later on in the story here :D

[ifyougochasingrabbits]

TW: Mention of violence, mention of death, mention of slavers. Feat. Xana'h Nbolo

Xana'h mumbles to himself as he shuffles up the stairs and down the narrow hallway towards the alchemists' guild. He chews on the butt of his unlit cigarette like he means to eat it, and his fingers are knotted together in front of him, pulling at joints and picking at claws. As he rounds the corner, he nearly misses White Rabbit in the corner and internally debates on whether he should just pretend he didn't see her or stop. Xana'h Nbolo stops, on the first step up, and turns slowly to look at her from behind glasses perched high. "What an interesting and benevolent sight you are, for once, White," he drawls, shuffling closer. The closer he gets, the quieter his voice, until it's near a mumble under his breath. "What a strange place to find you, dipped into a dark corner around this part of the city."

White stood leaning against the hallway's wall, her gaze had followed each and every single person who passed through over the bell or two, maybe even three that she had been there. Waiting. Watching for someone. She hadn't seen them yet. Who she did see pulled her ever-present smile into a smirk as she tilted her towards him a little bit. "Is it? Really that strange to see me. Here?" She stared through his shades, making note of how he moved. "It's just a hallway. To the alchemists' guild." White Rabbit stole a glance past him down the hall towards said guild. A super quick one. Her gaze was back on his before he knew it. "Are you goin' there? Are you buyin'? What are you gettin'? Is it somethin' fun~"

Xana'h shrugs and tilts his head this way and that. "Not in the city, no, but up here, near there," he gestures towards the guild. "You're as nosey as ever, though, it seems. I am going near there, yes, to... chat. Not buy. Because no one is selling." His teeth grind at the butt of his cigarette, and he makes to dismiss their conversation out of irritation before he remembers why he stopped at all. "Whiiiite," he coos, tilting his head so far to one side his neck makes a discomforting, but relieving crack. "You like to keep your ears close to the ground, yes? You like to eavesdrop and know things, right? I couldn't bother you about hearing something going around the rumor mill, could I?"

White narrowed-eyed in amusement. She was torn between opening her mouth and saying she knew or keeping it shut. She compromised with herself, opening her mouth to ask, "There's always somethin' goin' around the rumor mill." Was she going to be that way? Yes. She was. Curious about a lot of things that she just had to wait to have answered. "You'll have to tell me what kind, you see? If you want me to know which it might be." She had a feeling she already did. Like he said, people weren't selling.

Xana'h tongues at the butt of his cigarette, moving it from one corner of his mouth to the next. It remains unlit, which is unusual given the time and place. His fingers won't stop fussing with the hems of his coat. He moves to stand right next to White, back up against the wall, and a sigh leaves his lips. "Fences are running scared and refusing to work because a couple were found killed in Thanalan. Would any of your guard friends know more about that?"

White watched the movement of his fingers out of the edge of her gaze, her own creeping around his waist when he moved next to her. She'd leave her arm there, around him if he let her as she leaned in, looking up at him smiling a knowing smile. "How many is a couple? Two? Three? What have you heard, Stargazer?"

Xana'h frowns, moreso at her words than at the hand around his waist. He doesn't move to keep her from touching him, but his tail flicks and his ears twitch. "A couple is a couple, it's two. Do you know or don't you, if not I have other people to talk to."

White frowns back at him, but it's a forced one. The corners leveled out, then curled back up to the slight smile she always held if it wasn't something smirky or devious. Or some mixture of both. It wasn't either now. "I do." She gave him that, but reminded him, maybe annoyingly, "We both know, Stargazer. Most of that kind of know isn't cheap. Or free. But I'll give you a little somethin'. Seein' I'm a kind woman. Don't think you'll get anythin' over at the guild. I already asked. They don't know shite. Not the right kind."

This time, Xana'h does take a step away and swats at the arm around his waist. "Fine. How much are you asking?" It isn't so much that he's annoyed at her for charging - business is business, and they are, if anything and only, business partners - but the entire situation has him on edge in a way that he hasn't been in years and it's, admittedly, a little scary.

White could have asked for coin, it was king in the city. And really anywhere for that matter. She didn't. "One favor." Between them she lifted a finger, reaching out to give a tap on the tip of his nose. "I think that's a good trade! A won-der-ful one. Don't you?"

Xana'h scrunches his nose and frowns further. "I don't do favors. Why can't you just ask for coin like every other bastard in this city? It's not like I'm spending it on anything with the recent happenings."

White gave him a look, the kind that asked, 'really?'. "How much are you goin' to need when you can get it? Again." She smiled. "It's just one favor. Only one!"

Xana'h rolls his eyes behind his glasses. "What is the favor?" He asks, then adds hastily. "I'm not agreeing to it! I want to know what it is before I answer."

White lifted her shoulders into a shrug. "I don't know. I don't need one yet! But when I do..." Leeeeaning his way, onto one foot she peered up under his shades. "I'll call on you." She yoinked herself back down onto two feet, leaning against the wall again. "It will be a fair trade! I'm not goin' to ask you to put yourself in harm's way. Or somethin' Similar. No, I couldn't! Wouldn't. Can't do that. I'd miss that face too much."

Xana'h follows her face with his own, making sure she can’t see under his glasses. If she does manage to sneak a peek, his eyes are a little red rimmed and bloodshot. "Oh no, I trust your favor wouldn't be dangerous, I suspect it will be annoying though," he huffs and clicks his tongue. "Don't be telling anyone else I gave you a favor - that is not something I trade for. But this one time... fine. Awful creature. Now talk."

White did indeed sneak a little peek, making a note. "I won't tell a single livin' soul. Not one!" Her smirk that had claimed her lips softened as she did what he wanted and talked in a hushed voice, "There were four. Of them. Not countin' another. Or the others. That might be connected." Slipping half a step over she bumped into him. "They have red makin', you see? Ones on their face. Do you know about them? What they mean?" She did. "Slavers."

Xana'h clicks his tongue, but not at White this time, and sneers, showing fangs. "So I'd heard that they might've been. Feckin' perfect, that regular fences are too scared to show their faces because some slavers got themselves into trouble, I'd feckin' strangle their lights out too." His brows furrow as a hand comes up to rub at his temple. "I know one was found in the south and I haven't been able to travel there either."

White let her gaze wander, following his hand. "There was one in the east." She started to count on her fingers, starting with and her index pressing against the other. "He had his throat ripped out." Then to the middle, ring, and back to the index it returned. "There were four in a house. A small house. One in the Golden Bazaar. It's said it was a bloodbath. Three of them had the same markin's. One. Didn't. Nothin' was taken. Same with the one in the east. Except his throat."

Xana'h blinks at her, startled. That's a lot more than a couple, but then again no one really wanted to talk about it. The group he frequented didn't do slavers, it's why he liked doing business with them, and talking about them was inviting trouble. "I know of the one in the Bazaar. All else hasn't really been spoken about," he shakes his head. "I don't care that they're dead, they're better for it, but for feck's sake could it have been done quieter? Who the feck is going about making such a show and scaring the rest of the underground economy into the shadows?"

White stared at him a moment. Then a moment more. Her mouth kept shut the entire time until she agreed, "They are. Better. Six fulms under." She figured his question was one of those rhetorical one. Her lips parted, just a tiny bit as if to say something. She didn't, pressing them back together into a smile.

Xana'h squints at her. His stash may be thinning, and a headache on the rise behind his temples, but he swear he catches White readying to say something, and saying nothing at all. Which is weird, for White, to shut up about something. "What is it?" He asks, bringing his hand down and folding his arms in front of him. "You looked like you had more to say and my gripes are done."

White arched a brow, asking, "Did I? I think your shades have a smudge, Stargazer." as the other followed close behind.

"And I think you realized that whatever your favor is isn't enough to say what it is you wanted to say," Xana'h tilts his head to one side, grinning but it sits sharp and a little wrong. "Let me put it like this - you and I have no business until this gets resolved. I have no product to sell because I'm using it for me. This shite domino effect is ruining those of us who are trying to keep a moral leg up on slavers and we've been lumped in with them anyway. So if you have something to say, White, say. It."

"What I realized, Stargazer—" the little name White gave him sharpened as it slipped past her toothy grin, "is that. It might be better. If you don't. Know." Her words slowed, losing that sharpness that pointed to poke at his ears. "I think they're a mage." she shared anyway. "The one who's doin' all—" Lifting a hand she waved it around. "this."

Xana'h narrows his eyes at her. "What makes you think it's a mage?"

White slowly reached a finger out, trying to hook it on the sash tied around his waist. "It's really dry here. In the city. Outside of the city. Inside buildin's that are outside of the city. It'd be strange, so very weird, so odd to find one with a room completely wet anywhere. But here? Of all places." She wondered if he could keep up.

"I'm assuming it was wet with something other than the blood leaking out of their torn open throats?" Xana'h guesses, as he finally goes digging through his coat for a match. "I would've thought someone let a hungry, wild animal in the room with them. Hands off, but the same outcome - dead."

White shook her head. "Their throats weren't torn open. Or out. Not like that other guy." She added on, confirming that, "The room was. Wet. Damp-like. With water. Not blood."

Xana'h mouths the word 'water' like he's trying to decipher what that means. "So it's either a conjurer, or a thaumaturge and the ice melted," he decides. "Either one making a scene like this would make sense; one doesn't know better and the other just doesn't give a shite." He hums as he lights his battered cigarette, and as the smokes it the violent flicking of his tail becomes smoother, swaying. "I'll keep that in mind. Anything else?"

White added a third option, "Or they're sendin' a message." She eyed the cigarette. If it was any other time her hand would have been already halfway to plucking it out of her mouth, but it wasn't.

Xana'h scoffs. "It's slavers. You can send a message by killing them quietly, I assure you. By making this big to-do, now every fencer, not just the ones that have no morals, are afraid of getting mistaken for the wrong people."

"Which makes it more difficult for the slavers. If fences. Any of them aren't sellin' do you think they're buyin'? No. Nonononono." White shook her head towards him, whispering out, "They're not." Standing up she shrugged. "But what do I know." A lot. "I'm just a silly little rabbit."

"Can't buy from dead people," Xana'h grouses. "Look, there's no winning in this, but there's a better way to do it. Lots of us can't do work now because of this, and I can't get any of what I need." He shoves his fingers underneath his glasses and rubs his eyes. He looks like he wants to ask something, but instead says, "If this keeps up for a week, don't come looking for me. I'll be of no use for your favor, nor will I be in the mood to see anyone."

White let out a small chuckle behind a smile that looked a little strained. Or it could have been the bad lighting. "No. You can't. Unless you can talk to the dead. Can people do that? Talk to them. Would that mean you could buy from them too?" That train of thought veered onto another track, the look on his face being the lever that changed it over. "What is it?" she asked the familiar question. If he thought she'd leave it at just the question, he'd be wrong. "What were you goin' to say? To ask? Come on, stargazer. I told you. Didn't I? Think of it as another trade~"

"I'm sure some people can try to. I've heard White Mages can do ridiculous things, so why not talk to the dead?" Xana'h follows her silly train of thought, hoping she'll keep on it until she doesn't. He sighs into his hands, and brings them back down to fuss with his sash. "Can you... check on the house, in a week's time. I can't be there until this is shite has worked itself out, but I can't leave the house empty." He keeps it vague, but he thinks she'll be able to pick up on it just fine.

White let out an amused huff, thinking the whole talking to the dead was silly. They're dead. But the train was past that. She stared at him through his shades, breaking away to watch his fussy hands a moment. Only a moment. Her gaze returned back on up. "I. Can. Do that."

Xana'hsucks in a long drag and lets the smoke billow out thick through his nose. "Great," he says, like it's the easiest thing in the world to ask for help. "Thanks for the information. I'm still going to go talk to some people at the guild, ask some things that you don't need to know." He points a clawed finger at her, but smirks for the first time today. "Stars be with you or whatever."

White smirked a big smirk, one that pulled horn to horn and rounded her cheeks that pushed her gaze into a squint. "I don't? Now I'm curious. How can I not be? When you say it like that." Maybe she'd go poking her nose. Or she'd just make him think she would. There were choices. "I'll see you." She gave him a wiggly wave of her fingers in farewell, staying where she was to people-watch a little longer.

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Not A Date, Remember?

After two weeks of testing that was frankly more difficult and stressful for Dr. Clef than for the tested, being me, I did promise my boss a totally not romantic social outing. Turns out, Clef off the clock and out of his "fear me, I'm the fucking devil" shtick is kinda fun. Just so happens, tonight is the costume contest. In hindsight, maybe '40's noir Poison Ivy was a bad costume idea.

It's been a rough patch, I'll admit. But... I'm holding up fine. My boss is not doing so well. He's his usual self in public, but he's been quieter in office when it's just us. He hasn't even played his edgy 'I'm deliberately playing this to irritate the general populace nearby' jams last two weeks. This ain't the Clef I'm used to.

Maybe if I agree to go with him to this silly costume contest, it'll liven him up. I wasn't planning on going, but I do still have a few old cosplay costumes, one perfect to go with his choice of RE4 Leon in a suit. Ah, here's the boss, fresh coffee in hand. Perfect.

"Hey, Bunny. How you doing?" Geez, even his voice went flat. No good.

"I'm here, so... guess I'm okay. You've been a bit out of it lately. You okay, Boss?"

"Yeah, just tired. Guess I need to start sleeping more or something."

He goes to check the weekly reports, and I try to think of how to ask him. After a while, I finally know what to say.

"Boss, the costume contest is tonight. You got plans or anything?"

"Was thinking of skipping it since ol' COG told me no DoomClef this year. You?"

"Kinda why I'm asking. Kind of last minute, but... I do have something that should suffice nicely with your mobster suit."

"Please tell me it's not the tall ass vampire lady. I have a height complex as it is."

"Hey, I grew six inches, and I'm still shorter than you. Nope. Was thinking noir Dr. Isley. Got the green dress, add some matching heels, wrap some vine garlands and fake flowers around me, I'm set."

"You sure you didn't plan ahead?"

"Nah, would have made a snowbunny costume just for you, Boss." I winked, teasing him. Clef turns pink.

"Don't mind me calling you Snowbunny, heh? Can only imagine the outfit. Blue velvet, embroidered silver snowflakes, white faux fur trim. Very cute. Might just have to have something made for you."

"It's not a date, remember? This is just two friends letting off steam."

"Grr. Okay. So, meet here at 6:30, then?"

"You mean 6:30 exactly, or 6:30 Clef Time?" Clef Time being 15-30 minutes later. But, when you're Site Command, only O5 can tell you off for being late.

"Contest is at 7:30, so... normal time. I'm looking forward to this, Snowbuny."

"Me too. Dr. Rights said you look hot in a suit, by the way. Made Dr. Bright a bit mad at her, but... it's Bright, he gets over this stuff quickly."

That settled, we run out the final two hours on the shift clock. While the time winds down, I text Iris for some last minute hair and makeup help. While I'm pretty good with clothes, I suck ass at makeup. Iris is pro level, she can make even Iceberg look good in drag, a near miracle as he's now rocking the villain goatee.

After shift, the transformation begins. I pick my dress, a vintage swing dress in green silk. I dig out my one pair of green heels, and hunt for foliage. By the time Iris is here and set up, I've got plenty of flowers and a long ass bushy ivy garland. Perfect, pin this to my seafoam shawl wrap, and then it's off to hair and makeup. Iris checks my kit. I notice she's decided to be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, a classic.

"Noir Ivy? Wasn't that your Comicon outfit, day 2? First day you were Isaac Clarke, but bitched about the helmet."

"Yeah, but... my date never saw this, so... I'm going with it. The date was last minute, Sis."

"Who's the lucky guy? I know 049 isn't going."

"Dr. Clef." I mumble. Iris nearly drops the foundation brush. "He's having a rough patch, I just thought I should try being nice to him. He's gone though way way too much."

"Clef? Alto Fucking "Gonna Torture You Suckers With Super Slow Smashmouth on Ukulele" Clef? This is a prank, right?" Iris keeps working, but waits to see if I'm serious.

"No prank. He's not as bad as you've heard, Sis. He's kinda sweet sometimes. Bit weird, but we're all freaks here." Iris motions for me to stop talking while she works. Once she's done with the makeup, she starts working with my messy, wavy, blood red tresses. She settles on a simple loose braid, with a white rose tucked behind my right ear. Then, a crown of ivy is pinned to my head. I slip into the rest of my costume, and Iris admires the outcome.

"Gotta say... you might need a chaperone. I doubt even Dr. Gears wouldn't at least take a few long looks. Good thing you're also good with ice, as this look is straight fire."

"Thanks, Sis. You going with anyone?" We pack up Iris's things while we talk.

"Viktor and Sergei. Viktor is Toto, Sergei the Cowardly Lion. And... Alina, the new girl? Tin Woodswoman. We're swinging by Evie's for photos first, so I gotta go. I'll show you the snaps tomorrow. Later Sis!"

I head to my boss's office, half sure I'm either going to be pranked, or worse, stood up. But... to my surprise, there's the boss man, looking like the perfect Leon Kennedy gangster cosplay. Wow. He really cleans up well, he even shaved. Never mind the weird third eye, the Cheshire cat grin that unnerves even Abel, the slight dad bod, or the torture by ukulele... Alto Clef is fine af.

"Ah... Dr. Isley, I presume?" He removes his hat, bowing.

"Agent Kennedy? Charmed to meet you. I wasn't informed you were quite so handsome."

"Nor was I told how lovely you truly are. Will you allow me to escort you to the party? It's safer to travel in pairs, after all."

"I'd be delighted, Agent Kennedy." I offer him my hand, he raises it to his lips. Not going to lie... I might be attracted to my boss. He then places my hand on his elbow, off we go.

We arrive right on time. Dave at the door does a double take, but lets us in. The music is going, a few couples dancing. After we catch up with a bunch of coworkers, we're off in a corner and I get bold.

"Wanna indulge a fantasy of mine, Doc?" I whisper in his ear. He adjusts his collar, nervous. I go on. "I've always wanted to dance with the devil. Traditionally, there's moonlight, but I'm not big on some traditions. So... may I have a dance with the handsomest devil around?"

"Normally, I'd say no, but since you're so charming, I can't refuse." We step out onto the dance floor just as the music changes from some slow drivelling ballad to... "Jump Jive and Wail" by Brian Setzer Orchestra. Wasn't expecting that, but... okay. Little did I know... Dr. Clef can swing. By the time the night is over, we had danced almost all night, and won second place in the couple's costume division, losing out to Scorpion and Sub-Zero. Not even mad, Draven and Jim may as well have stepped out of Mortal Kombat 11, their costumes were that good.

Party over, and we're walking home. So far... I've remembered to behave, and not do what I want to do: just kiss him already. But... now we're just feet from my door. He likes me, otherwise he wouldn't be here. It's clear I like him too. And things with 049 have fallen apart, both due to us nearly overworking ourselves to death. We parted on good terms, but I shouldn't rush into anything yet. Besides, Clef is my boss. If this goes wrong, there goes my career. Still want to kiss him, though. We're at my door now.

"Rabbit, thanks. This was way more fun than what I had planned." He leans in, presses the softest of kisses to the corner of my lips. Just as he's about to pull away, I reach out, and run my fingers through his hair. My eye gaze into his, and next thing I know, I'm kissing him. His hands find my waist, holding me close. Oh wow... never thought I'd even think this... but if he keeps kissing me like this, I'm inviting him in. Before I can though... the kiss is over. He wants to ask me, I can see it in his heterochromic eyes. He speaks before I can, though.

"Not on the first not-date, Snowbunny. Believe me, it's taking a lot to not give in. But I don't want to rush you."

"So... you doing anything on Friday? How about a real date? Dinner, a movie, maybe bring your hanky to meet my panky?"

"Not sure about the last part, but... dinner? Yes." He sighs, then takes my cheek in his hand. "343 knows I'm not worthy, but yes."

We stand there for a few more precious moments, forehead to forehead. Just in time for my jerk of a neighbor Dr. Iceberg to walk by.

"Gotta say, you two make a cute couple. Poison Ivy and her henchman."

"Fuck off, Julian!" We both shout in unison at his retreating back. The door slams behind him.

[mountttmase]

That's going to be super long but i already warned you a few days ago🫢😂

Fuck she’s pretty, the voice in his head told him and he gulped lightly before shaking the thoughts from his brain

The thought of getting in a small enclosed space with you made his mouth feel dry and his palms sweat but he knew he needed to keep his cool and as soon as the lift pinged open, he motioned for you to step inside. Why the fuck am I freaking out? He laughed to himself, but each time he looked at you he felt his heart give a small thump. OMG I'M LOVING HIS INTERN THOUGHTS

The guys making fun of him asking him if he's sure she's real, and then tadan she's here

You looked as good as he’d ever seen you and from the way his heart felt like it was about to burst from his chest he knew he was in trouble. He was already in love🤗🫢

The fact you’d been dragged away for most of the night drove him insane so when he finally got the chance to be around you his mind had gone blank. I LOVE THAT YOU EXPLAINED WAY HE DIDN'T TALK WITH HER THAT NIGHT

‘What are you wearing?’ He asked, only noticing now the black hoodie you suddenly had on and an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy settled in his tummy. Little jealous boy, she's yours don't worry

Your arms were suddenly thrown around his shoulders, face in his neck and it took him a beat to try and work out what was happening but as if on instinct he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, revelling in the way your body seemed to fit so perfectly with his. He’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks, wondering if it ever might happen but here you were. Pressed up against him and the feeling of your breath on his neck was sending him into orbit. THATS THE SWEETEST THING EVER, OMG IM GOING TO CRY

Mason knew something was up, you’d been quieter than normal all morning but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the hangover from all the alcohol from the night before or maybe it was the regret of waking up next to him but he felt useless and unsure of what to say to you again as he stacked the dishwasher. OHH THAT HURTS

‘I’d like that’ he told you and he felt his heart race at the fact you wanted to change your rules for him. Ooooo🤗

‘What’ he breathed, and his heart broke even more as you looked away so he wouldn’t see you cry. WOW IT DIDN'T HURT THAT MUCH IN HER POV

Why you were making him play spin the bottle he had no idea. The the thought of possibly having to see you kiss someone else was making him sweat and he couldn’t figure out why you’d seemed so insistent on playing what was practically a kids game. Jealous boy part 2, I knew he was dying inside

Mason stood up on instinct, reaching down to grab you by the hands so nothing looked too suspicious but he was freaking out at the possibility of maybe getting to kiss you. SCREAMING

Mason felt a shift in the bed, the click of the bathroom door waking him up fully and in the pit of his stomach he knew something was wrong. He just wasn’t sure what yet. AND THERE WE CAN START CRYING

There you were, out of your pyjamas and dressed in the clothes you’d bought to leave in the next morning. He could tell you were visibly upset and knew he had to be careful with you but the uncertainty of what was happening confused him. The fact that he knew that he had to be delicate but at the same time he was hurr and was not able to control himself hurts

Your face was unchanged as he ripped into you, but he turned away as he felt his first tears fell down his cheeks. He knew you’d seen them but he still wanted a little dignity if that was even possible at this point. IM CRYING WITH YOU DONT WORRY

‘She basically threw herself at me. Told me she wanted me and I told her that things would change if we did. She told me she knew but once we were done she’s just got dressed and fucked off like I’m nothing. I thought we were on the same page but she basically lied to me so I’d sleep with her’ Ooooo🥲

‘Look mate, I know you’re angry but please just think it over a bit when you’re ready. I’m pretty sure she’s just scared. I’ve seen the way she looks at you and the way you are together and unless she’s a pretty good actress I don’t think there’s a way she could fake that’ Ben reasoned but Mason wasn’t in the mood to agree. Simply nodding his head but leaving after a quick goodbye. BEN, I LOVE YOU (just when you're the cute friend in fics, sorry)🤗

He could still see your face the morning he’d dropped your bag off at your flat, the way it had dropped even further at the sight of him and the way you screamed at him out of hurt and frustration. He couldn’t blame you, he’d shouted at you too but now he knew how it felt he was willing to do anything for your forgiveness. YOU LOST ME THERE

I loved Freya, she was protective with the two of them, not only y/n and that hug🥲

‘Can you tell her that… that whenever she’s ready I’ll be waiting. I haven’t wanted to push her or anything but I’m getting desperate. No matter when or where I’ll be ready for her, yeah?’ 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

He was awake and thinking of her while she was down stairs 🥲🥲🥲

OK, that was even better than what I was thinking, you've overdone yourself here

Thank you for bringing them back to us 🩷🩷🩷

This series will forever have a soft spot in my heart

THIS IS SO LOVELY THANK YOU 🩷🩷🩷

I love getting to read all your favourite parts cause they’re my favourite parts too 🥺

But I’m happy they’re back too I’ve missed sharing them with you 🥹

[anulativxx]

this will be long. to my random mutuals who write ellie willams (my wife)fanfiction for a living,(love you guys) don’t mind this.

i did not read all of this back through don’t dog if it’s bad or makes no sense.

verdict is: maybe something isn’t inherently wrong with me but some this is definitely not right in the way i function. or think. or do. but i guess idk what to do or how to fix myself. it feels inherent because it’s been going on for so long. i remember “having crushes” because that was just apart of school i guess. but my first crush crush ending up being a girl. i was dumb and told her, which then she hated me after and never talked again. it was wrong and gross. after that i had sessions with the school counselor. i never remembered or cared to remember what she would say to me. my mom was super pissed, asking me where i even got the idea of liking another girl. it kinda just happened i guess?

i moved and got homeschooled after that. two years later i found myself in that room, at my desk, looking across it at another girl. at the time i’d say she was the most perfect woman i’d ever seen. i thought she was much older than she actually was, but she was only a freshman. she had the stature and the closed off personality of a senior, if that makes sense. her hair reminded me of a character from a show i liked to watch, half up tied in a bun and the rest was an undercut. it was short though, maybe a size 6 on some men’s clippers. her eyes were light blue almost like ice and 12 year old me thought that was the most dazzling thing. i didn’t gain the confidence to talk to her for five months after that.

i got myself so attached that my every thought and desire and my whole being was wrapped around her. everything i did and my actions and who i was, it was her. i put all my devotion into someone who had such little respect for me. she thought so lowly of me and here i was lost acting as if she was my god.

who even was i? who did i become?

i moved again, into a small isolated town with either sheltered kids that know nothing or kids that’ll tare you a new one. by this time, she was still in my life but we weren’t together anymore. I remember one day that was a few weeks into school, we were in our last period class which was geography. i was in the corner next to a guy who at the time the only thing we had in common was being oddly short. he was surrounded by other girls sitting near by and we joked about it being the estrogen corner. the next day i believe, he let me copy his homework. his handwriting was horrendous but i could read it, i’d seen worse. at the time he was maybe an inch taller than me, always wore flannels, and had really beautiful blue eyes. (what is my thing with eyes??) he always wore a hat and ran for the life of him during our breaks. i figured he had some some sort of track or cross country and was running to stay in his lingo. he might have been short like a kid but he could grow facial hair. he was quieter than other guys i’ve been forcefully sat next to before, and he would always tip his chair back. i would do it too. i remember in a few cases he fell.

that week or maybe even two was the most we had ever talked before, which still wasn’t much. after that we all got moved around again and it died off. i think a slight crush developed at that time, but i still had that other girl. right? i mean, what if in the odd low chance she’d want me back, just ever so slightly. i couldn’t let myself take any chances for granted. it died off like the season and winter came, and she hated me again. i remember my mom asking me what my type of guy was, all i could say was one that wasn’t a douche bag. i couldn’t give her an answer, but every now and again i’d think of that guy i sat next to. later on in the year, my friend and i printed pictures of josh hutcherson. when we were putting one of them up, we both agreed he looked a little bit like the bad handwriting guy. we taped it to the wall somewhat near him.

it was a random day in the spring, and i was in spanish. my friend group got split up due to talking to much or maybe a test i don’t remember. i got done first with my work and so did the josh hutcherson doppelgänger, to which i jokingly raced him to get my assignment turned in first. i in fact did, and it was that moment when my friend said we would be a cute couple. he acted as a middle man. my friend told me that this guy wanted my number, and at first i didn’t believe him. i didn’t think he wanted my number and i thought for sure he was too shy for this whole ordeal. i almost believed he thought i was weird for all of this and our friends whole matchmaking game. i don’t want to say i was anticipating a text from him later that day, but i will say that as soon as he said “hey” i knew the name to save as the contact.

September 23rd - i looked at a picture i took of him. it was by far my favorite. i wished i could be with him in that moment. i wished to reach out and graze his face, tracing every curve and angle and memorize it all. engrave it into my being for forever. i was so in love and by this time for sure i was fixed.

September 24th - i felt great, wonderful even and i was so happy of where i was.

November 1st - my arms burned almost as much as the tears pouring from my eyes, a feeling all too familiar. it was so bittersweet, i despised every second of it but it felt so good to be back. the thought of that disgusts me. i feel sick to my stomach ruminating on that, and what i had done. nothing could have stopped me that day.

he called me, which is what stopped my moment of disassociation. i think he commented on something about me sounding tired.

i was. i was so incredibly tired of everything. i was tired of myself and who i was, who i’m ending up to become. i wasn’t just tired i was drained. everything was so draining and i didn’t know what to do. i felt lost.

December 10th - i write this knowing i just need patience with myself. maybe more than i am willing to give myself, but i need it. i know i need help, before things get worse again. i wanted to write more, and in more detail but idk.

there definitely is more to this though. so much more

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“Woah, okay! It’ll be like a surprise then!” Looking back at Valka, she asked, “When are you gonna come visit again? So I can give you your drawing!”

“Um… I don’t really know, I’ve never had a ton of time to think about that… Oh, wait! Maybe I could learn how to use a bow? Bows are super cool! And most of the time, the people that use them don’t have to get close to other people!”

“Maybe I will. I need some time to think of a good one, though, okay? So um, maybe in… a few days? Is that okay?”

The little girl burst out laughing at Astrid’s statement, finding that, along with the playful banter of the couple to be more than a little funny.

She immediately shook her head, rubbing one of her eyes while waving her other hand dismissively. “No, ‘s fine, I don’t really wanna do all that right now. It’s already a little better anyways, I was jus’ pushing on it too much.”

She tilted her head to the side. “You are? Really? But… what if I don’t see you again?” she asked, her voice going a tad bit quieter.

“I, I’ll try, but I don’t think they’ll let me come back… I’m not usually allowed to leave. I- I don’t even know why they let me come here in the first place…”

But the thing is, yes, she missed her siblings dearly, they were her family, but Berk, Hiccup and Astrid, and now Valka too, they… she didn’t want to leave them, she didn’t want to leave here. They were taking care of her, and they didn’t hurt her, never, she… really, really didn’t want to go back home.

Unbeknownst to her, tears started building up her eyes as she now stared into space with thought.

“Hiccup?” she started, her voice cracking, “I don’t… I don’t wanna go home, I wanna stay here, with you, c-‘cause you don’t hurt me, and there’s food, a-and a bed.” Suddenly her eyes locked with his. “Please don’t make me go back, please. I-I’ll do anything… just please.”

"Let's see...I'm relocating a flock of Deadly Nadders tomorrow, and I have patrol the day after...I can come back in three days, is that enough time?"

Astrid perked up. "I can help with that! I teach archery anyways, we could do some private lessons!"

"A few days is fine," Hiccup said.

As Danny's voice grew quieter, the three adults looked at each other, unsure of how to respond.

Hiccup, moving from his seat, knelt down in front of Danny. He reached forwards, wiping the tears from her face. "You will come back to us, Danny. Don't ask me how I know, but I do, I just can't explain it." As her eyes locked with his, his expression reflected the sadness in hers. His eyes were rimmed with tears, though they didn't fall.

This has kept him up late the past few nights, trying to figure out a way to make it so she didn't have to go back.

It was the first time he had no plans come, no way to get around it.

And he hated it.

He couldn't even tell her the truth. She'd think he was crazy if he said that she was in the future, that in this time, she was fourteen and had been living on Berk for almost two years.

"Astrid and I would keep you here if we could, but it's not up to us. I have tried, thinking of every possible way we could prevent you from going back there...but those that sent you to us won't allow it."

It was clear that he'd been struggling with this. He slouched in his place, like there was a large weight on his shoulders, and at some point while he spoke, his gaze turned to the wooden floor beneath them.

Astrid and Valka were mournful as well, knowing full well there was nothing they could do.

Hiccup pulled Danny into a hug, mindful to not hug her too tightly because of her back. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to keep trying, but...I don't think there's anything I can do about this..."

Valka leaned forward, wrapping her arms around them, and Astrid knelt down as well, joining in the hug.

[beesflowers]

𝓔𝓲𝓶𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼

Characters: Eimi Ochida, Haruka Kiritani, Mafuyu Asahina, Emu Otori, Shiho Hinomori

Type: headcanons, fluff

Note: Just realized I didn't made any hcs of lovers for Eimi- Also she's not cannonically shipped by me with anyone so feel free to take your pick or maybe even suggest someone!

Haruka Kiritani

Their relationship would be most likely through idol career since that's mostly how they met in the first place... I mean... it's technically perfect but at the same time very risky! Eimi can't let it show too much to not loose her job and Haruka can't let it show because it'll go all around the internet in just a second!

As for their match... they're both rather calm and hardworking but also caring for others! So I just feel like they'd watch out after each other to make sure none of them is overworking themselves. They're also really quiet and rarely affectionate couple but actually really sweet!

"Haruka, you've been working out for 2 hours straight... let's take a break now, I'll give you a massage."

"Was it this long? Wel... alright. Even if I decline, I know you'll be persistant..."

"Ah- I'm sorry... I simply care about you. So I'd say it'd be the best if you stop for now or even today and we could get some comfort food after the massage?"

"Then best to order it! I didn't took my disguise with me today..."

Mafuyu Asahina

This choice might be surprising for some and I'm gonna spoil some backstory here but I want to give accurate hcs so! but both of the girls actually have bad relationship with their parents. Eimi is just noticing they're actually bad while Mafuyu stays slightly oblivious to that fact so far. And while purple haired girl can get emotionless in a second and actually shows her true self, green haired girl has small problem with that... untill she got into relationship with Mafuyu! She began trusting her and now just she knows her worries~

As for their relationship... they're helping each other in different ways! Eimi offers her girlfriend a place to stay when she decides to run off or have a break, while Mafuyu let's her lover get her emotions out into her shoulders and give her advices, and speak words she needed to hear.

"So, are you running away for good or did you made sleepover excuse again?"

"Sleepover."

"Fair enough. I'm happy to have you around then~"

Emu Otori

Chaotic ray of sunshine and her calm girlfriend who get's her out of trouble... that's relationship between them! But they're so different... you may ask yourself, how did they even got together? Well... Eimi fell for pink haired girl's childishness and how she can always brighten the mood! While Emu fell for green haired girl's ability of never being tired from her ideas and always indulging in them, thinking of better solution instead of straight up rejecting them, it showed she cares!

Plus, Emu doesn't need to worry about her family accepting Eimi, since she's naturally pretty formal and from rich family so she knows how to make good first impression. In fact, they may've even trusted their youngest sister when her girlfriend's around!

"Won... Wonderhoy, Eimi! Gues what I got for us today!!"

Wonderhoy, Emu~ Well... I'd guess it has something to do with the taiyaki you're hiding behind your back?"

"AH- How did you know?!! But yes! I wanted to have super fun date with you before show starts!"

Shiho Hinomori

Similiar with first pairing... both have actually rather similiar personalities! Not as much, but still rather similiar... except! Eimi is usually gentle with her remarks and suggestions, while Shiho can be considered a bit cold sometimes... but that never was a problem to green haired girl! In fact, she liked how she didn't hid anything nad spoke her mind out. As for gray haired girl... she liked dedication of the other girl towards her profession and the perfect advices she always gave.

And their relationship... both usually settle on quieter date's, when both can work on their stuff usually handholding or Eimi having her hand on her lover's lap if she's playing on bass. The manager is also working free for Leo/need since she can't help but help with their grow when she sees them and her girlfriend so motivated!

"Hm hm hm hm~♪"

"Peaky Peaky?"

"Yeah... but how did you know? I played it once to you and in it's demo..."

"I tend to remember your songs~"

[enstrngmntprsm]

Seven

Pairing: Mina/Nayeon

Word Count: 2696

A/N: second part coming through!

Tuesday:

“Why?”

Nayeon wished she hadn’t just shoved three cookies into her mouth at that very moment.

“Wha-?” She tried, bits of cookie dribbling out of her mouth, as she could only watch in horror as a few crumbs flung themselves over to Mina’s cheek, as she squeezed her eye shut.

Nayeon had never chewed so furiously in her life. “Oh god,” She swallowed the giant ball of half-chewed cookie, ignoring the way it burned on its way down, “That’s so fucking embarrassing.”

Reaching over, not really thinking, she wiped the cookie bits from Mina’s cheek.

She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath.

“Sorry,” Nayeon pulled her hand away, keeping it close to her sides, gripping the ends of her skirt as Mina seemed to barely register the contact.

“No, no,” Mina insisted, “Its fine, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you eating-,”

“Fuck the cookie,” Nayeon shook her head, “You’re way more important than that. So uh…what was the question?”

Mina blushed easily, Nayeon had noted.

“Just…why me?”

Nayeon stared. “Why you what?”

Mina had a cute snort, Nayeon also noted that.

“Like…why do you like hanging out with me?” Mina wrinkled her nose, the sleeves of her sweater pulled so far up you couldn’t even see her hands, buried beneath the material, “There’s everyone in this school, and you’re Im Nayeon, one of the most popular seniors here, why me?”

Nayeon considered, leaning back on the bench, studying Mina very carefully.

“Well,” She started off slowly, “You’re Myoui Mina.”

“That’s just it,” Mina’s shoulders sagged, “I’m just me.”

“I like you,” Nayeon shrugged so casually, “Well like…like you know-uh, like-,”

“Like friends?” Mina coughed. Nayeon nodded.

“I’m just Im Nayeon,” Nayeon continued, “And you’re Myoui Mina. And you make a mean player two, even though you could probably solo if you wanted to. But you choose to game with me instead. You’re super smart, you’re a whiz at math, you sit and help me with senior level work, and you’re a junior.”

“Technically a sophomore,” Mina mumbled, “I just skipped a grade.”

“See?” Nayeon smiled, “If anything, I should be asking what a genius like you is doing with a slacker like me.”

“You’re Im Nayeon,” Mina said, even quieter than her usual quietness, “You’re good with your words, you always sound so confident with everything you say. Everyone always wants to listen to what you have to say. Maybe you’re not good at math, but you’re so intelligent in every other way. I would have died by falling off a cliff if you weren’t so good at thinking.”

Nayeon grinned. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“You know,” Mina suddenly grew uncharacteristically shy, tugging at the ends of her sweater sleeves, brushing one side of her hair back but leaving the other to fall over her eye, “I-I uh…I do something else you know.”

Nayeon tilted her head in curiosity, “Like what?”

Mina stared to her shoes, “D-dance.”

“You dance?”

“Uh…yeah,” Mina continued twiddling, “I do ballet.”

“That’s amazing,” Nayeon couldn’t help the grin growing, “What can’t you do?”

“Stop,” Mina blushed so easily, “I really love it.”

Nayeon scrunched her nose, “I’m not the biggest fan of dancing. I get embarrassed.”

“Do you think its uh…embarrassing?”

“Huh?” Nayeon corrected, “Only on me. I bet you look stunning out there.”

“Oh well uh…maybe…maybe you could come to my recital.”

This wasn’t the first time Myoui Mina made Im Nayeon’s heart skip a beat like that.

“I’d love nothing more.”

It was a break, Mina had clarified, but the clarification didn’t really do much to make Nayeon feel any better. A break with no clear path of getting back together. But it was Mina, and it was Nayeon. And even after all these years, Nayeon was a deep sucker for Mina’s soothing voice and sad-looking eyes, so even if the words ripped out every inch of her being, Nayeon only nodded in response.

It was stupid.

Nayeon knew it was stupid. In fact, she could imagine all the other words Mina would use to describe this specific situation; ridiculous, foolish, reckless, whatever.

But it had been so awkward when Mina came by to grab a few of her things, Nayeon couldn’t even find the right words to say to convince Mina to sit and stay to talk this out. Nayeon didn’t even know if Mina even wanted to talk it out, and for Nayeon, that was the worst part.

The bed felt a little colder last night, after all, two bodies were always warmer than one.

It had been too overwhelming, the wound too fresh to try to even manage to get a few words out. Nayeon barely got a wink of sleep last night, pouring her heart out to Jihyo over the phone, being told nothing but assurances that really felt like pillow talk at that point, helpful in the moment but now she was back to reality. And everything was so horribly painful.

It must have been hard for Mina too, coming into the place she had learned to call her home, with bloodshot eyes and near purple bags under her eyes.

“I’ll be staying with Jihyo and Sana,” She had mentioned, because she could read Nayeon like an open book, “In case you’re wondering.”

“Right,” Nayeon said shortly, not trusting her voice to carry through the tears wanting to pour out, “Be safe.”

That was the only exchange before the door shut between them. The apartment felt barren, even if most of Mina’s belongings still remained, they no longer felt like they carried the love they had poured into each item, into each memory.

It was only when Nayeon noticed Mina’s journal still on the coffee table did she decide to run outside, bursting through the door of her apartment complex, head and eyes scanning the area like a crazed madman, trying to find silky black hair and black hoodie.

An idea popped into her head.

“Mina?” Nayeon called out, jogging down the road, heading down to the subway station right around the corner, her heart twitching when she recalled they chose that place together, for its convenience of closeness for commute.

She couldn’t have gone too far, Nayeon told herself, running down the stairs and pushing through the swarm of midday groups of workers heading home from work earlier, or maybe going to grab lunch.

“Mina?” She repeated again, frantically looking around. Too many people, too many unfamiliar faces, too many people that weren’t the woman of her dreams manifested into a person.

The announcement blared.

“Now boarding for-,”

Jihyo’s location.

“Mina?” Nayeon continued, struggling to find her footing as the subway train piled up. A fleeting thought passed her. She had to be here, right? Sure, the universe already sent a sign, or two, or maybe even three already, that whatever goal they had in mind together wasn’t meant to work out. Sure, fine, whatever, that was a whole other can of worms Nayeon would have to confront. But this, simply delivering a private item, this had to be the right thing to do, right?

How the hell did she even get as far as making her way to the subway train entrance? She doesn’t even remember showing her boarding pass?

But the image of flowing long locks of black hair must have held some sort of deity-like power, because once Nayeon caught that hair entering into the train, she ran for it, gripping onto the journal for dear life.

Its just a journal, Nayeon thought to herself, but somehow felt every inch of her body fighting through the crowd. “Mina-,” She repeated, and this time, the figure she had been focusing on turned around, her hair brushing over her shoulder, holding two earbuds in each of her hands, gently pinched between her fingers.

“Nayeon?” Mina questioned, a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity, maybe even a little worry, as she scurried over to meet Nayeon halfway. She swiveled through the crowd, feet so easily able to adapt and adjust to each other, her footing perfect and precise as she made her way over.

“What happened?” Mina seemed worried, studying the way Nayeon tried to hold her breath to pretend she hadn’t just sprinted what felt like an entire marathon, imagining her face burning red.

“Nothing,” Nayeon shook her head, clearing her throat, “You just…you just forgot this…,”

She suddenly felt lame, taking the book from inside the pocket of her jacket, its leather a bit bent, looking much smaller and insignificant than it had looked in such an empty, lonely apartment.

Mina stared down at the book.

“My diary?” She questioned quietly, looking up unsurely. Nayeon’s heart raced.

“Uh, yeah,” She coughed nervously, “I just…I don’t know…I know you bring it with you everywhere…didn’t seem fair to not be with you.”

“I-,” Mina shut her mouth, lips pursed, “Thank you. You didn’t have to but…thank you.”

“Of course,” Nayeon nodded, feeling all the words building behind in her throat, wishing she could lay it all out in one breath. Wishing she could fall to her knees at this moment, grab onto Mina’s sweater and beg, plead to understand why? What happened? When did it go so wrong that Mina couldn’t stand to stay in the same space as her? “I know it’s important to you.”

Mina did not respond.

“Hey,” Mina suddenly spoke up, perking Nayeon up immediately as she turned to give her undivided attention.

“Don’t forget to cancel your RSVP to my cousin’s wedding,” Mina mumbled, her voice tinged with tiredness and ache. Nayeon swallowed back the lump in her throat, “Its in a few days and I just…I don’t know Nayeon-,”

“Sorry,” Nayeon sighed out, “I guess I owe you a dance.”

Mina stiffened, her fingers tightening over the leather of her journal just the slightest bit tighter. Nayeon noticed, because she noticed everything about Myoui Mina, from the way the woman had begun to chew at her left pinkie nail again, a habit when she was stressed. How her hair was beautiful but unbrushed, because just like Nayeon, she must have tossed and turned all night.

“Owe me a dance?” She turned around, and Nayeon felt the way the stare was meant to burn right through her very essence. “I-I just meant-,” Nayeon hurriedly tried to take back the statement, not ready for another knife to twist right into the already pouring wound.

“You don’t just owe me one dance,” Mina said, her jaw tightening, “You don’t owe me one. Or two. In fact…of all the weddings, birthdays, hell, even high school dances, college events…I don’t think you ever danced with me, once.”

Nayeon blinked. That couldn’t be true…could it…?

“I don’t even know why I held onto the hope of it for so long,” Mina scoffed, running a hand through her hair, shutting her eyes for a moment too long, “Its stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Nayeon insisted.

“Its stupid-I’m stupid,” Mina corrected, “You never danced with me Nayeon…why?”

Nayeon’s mind buzzed, the sensation of white static overtaking her senses.

“I-I just…I don’t like dancing-,” She tried.

“But I love it,” Mina choked out, taking a step back, her eyes betraying her cold actions, “I love it so much, Nayeon.”

“I-I know you do-,” Nayeon tried to salvage the hurt that was coming out of every word Mina spoke.

“Then why?” Mina insisted, “Why didn't you want to dance with me? Just once?”

“I just…I get awkward-,” Nayeon tried but the more she insisted, the more she could see her own knife, twisting into Mina’s heart.

“Why was it okay that I sacrificed every moment of something special to me?” Mina asked, holding the journal close to her chest, looking even more exhausted than their conversation from the night before, “Why was it okay when I did it?”

“It wasn’t okay,” Nayeon finalized, the gravity of her guilt overtaking her mind. How many dances? How many dances did she owe? How many events did Mina stare at her with longing, with hope, watching the people on the dancefloor, but remained seated? How many nights ended with the familiar sigh of disappointment Mina would sigh on the worst days? How come Nayeon never noticed?

How come Nayeon didn’t care enough before about it?

“Whatever,” Mina muttered, turning around to keep her back turned to Nayeon, the metaphorical wall between them building, “I told you, it’s stupid.”

But it wasn’t stupid, Nayeon knew, feeling her fingers long to reach out, to pull Mina by the hem of her sweater, and try to hug her problems away, or at least protect her from them, just for a little bit.

“Have a good day Nayeon,” Mina mumbled, when the announcer called for the final boarding, “Thanks for the journal again, really.”

For a moment, Nayeon studied the way she walked. Again, with precise feet, always seeming to know where to land before she actually did. Her posture, even in exhaustion, always straightened, holding her head up high. Nayeon remembered the days when Mina always seemed to slouch down, hanging her neck low and shyly, always afraid to stand out.

She recalled watching years of recitals, how Mina always seemed to know what her next move was going to be. How beautiful she had danced, so breathtakingly so that Nayeon remembers few where she felt the tears wanting to be shed. She had always been proud, holding her head up high, feeling the way the grin would never leave her face when Mina would finish her performances. She remembered how she’d give Mina a bouquet, in her final years of high school, a beautiful bouquet to represent the theme of each dance.

When was the last time Nayeon gave Mina flowers?

Nayeon watched as Mina slipped her earbuds on, briskly sliding through the entrance doors as they closed shut. A part of her imagined, running after takeoff, holding onto the emergency rail, holding on for dear life, letting her body flap in the wind, her hair going crazy, if just to watch Mina, for a second longer. The wind would be screaming in her ears, the screech of the railways echoing as her ears rang from the speed. It would be reckless, a careless attempt of Nayeon’s endless desire to understand what else had gone so wrong. She’d hold onto the bar for dear life, all the passengers ignoring her existence, caught up in their own little bubble of the world. Where their kids, jobs, partners mattered most to them. None of them would witness such a feat of explosive romanticism, the kind you only saw in movies and music videos. But Nayeon wouldn’t be doing it for all to see, no, her eyes would remain to the beautiful woman that had captured her heart when she was 17.

Nayeon imagined, Mina catching on to her staring, realizing Nayeon was hanging outside the train. Her eyes would widen for a moment, because of course it would be crazy to see. She turn slightly, looking over to watch Nayeon, giving her the same eyeroll she always did when Nayeon was being especially stubborn. She would hold her journal, opening it and pretending to read its contents. Nayeon, while still holding onto the train for dear life, not even caring as it sped through the bridges and twists and turns, would tap the window, relentlessly until Mina caved.

She’d roll her eyes, and close the journal just a bit more articulated, but the sparkle in her eyes and the way she would try to hold back her smile would make the terror of hanging outside a railway system completely worth it.

Nayeon blinked. No longer in her imagination, she landed back to reality, watching the train finally take off fully, where Mina was sitting in contemplation, listening to her music, journal close to her chest. Recalling every instance in which Nayeon ignored her pleading eyes, and slight suggestion. Remembering every time she watched the people longingly on the dancefloor, remembering every moment she felt unloved in that small moment of time.

Nayeon’s heart twisted, the iciness in her heart freezing any burning wound she might have felt earlier.

[yoichichi]

JJK when they want attention

warning(s): none !

a/n: just smth sweet rq by my mf baby 🥳!! Hope you guys like hehehehe

characters: yuuji, megumi, gojo, nanami, inumaki, nobara, & maki

Yuuji

Has literally no problem being bold faced about it I PROMISE. If he’s feeling cuddly and clingy and you guys are alone he’s whining and clinging onto you, doing any and everything in his power to convince you to come nap with him or cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. If you’re in public he has a ~method (which he definitely thinks is a total secret and he’s a genius mastermind but you’re 100% onto him and just thinks he’s so cute so you give in most of the time).

He’ll come up behind you, even if you’re taller than him, and hug you super tight around your midsection, mumbling about how tired he is and, oh gosh, how warm it would probably be under the covers if the two of you were cuddling right now. And, man, I don’t know, napping? When you giggle and give in he gets so giddy and holds your hand super tight all the way home.

Sometimes though he just wants your attention and praise so he’ll talk about things he did that day that he thinks you might be proud of him for 😭 and every time you say anything along the lines of “good job” or show your interest he gets so happy and lights up :)

Megumi

Megumi is a starer sorry not sorry LOL. You’ll even be alone, in your own shared home, and you’ll feel a pair of eyes staring at you from the other end of the couch and when you turn your head to ask what’s up he’s looking away super fast hoping you didn’t notice, as if him not so secretly turning his head away from you doesn’t give it away. He just feels so weird asking for your attention - and not just cause he’s shy but he gets all in his head about it.

He doesn’t want to seem weird asking you for attention, maybe you’re not in the mood. What if it makes you uncomfortable? What if you feel like you have to say yes? Or what if you say no and it’s awkward? How would he even ask for attention? He’s just generally an over thinker and slightly embarrassed over how much he just wants you to pay attention to him.

Over the course of your relationship though you’ve picked up on his little signs and have learned how to coerce him into letting you know what he wants, as well as giving him attention when he needs it.

Ask him a few questions about anything and through the course of the conversation you’ve somehow brought his head to your lap and are now playing with his hair until he passes out, and he’s in heaven <3

He’s very lucky to have such an attentive s/o :)!

Gojo

A WHINER. A LOUD BABY WHINER. He’ll often opt for making inappropriate comments too - even if you’re in public - to make it seem like ~that’s the reason he wants you in bed, but then he’s suddenly “super tired” and thinks cuddling is a better idea instead. Why he just can’t tell you he’s in the mood for cuddling you never know

He will blow your notifs up and not give af 😭 texting you endlessly like

(y/n)

(y/n)

(y/n)

(y/n)

I miss you :(

(y/n)

HELLOOOOO

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it’s my penis 😜

14 missed FaceTime calls from “gojo.”

I’m sorry I’m joking it’s not my penis don’t be mad :(

It’s actually not his penis

If you do answer one of his spontaneous calls though it’s just him smiling at the phone like “whatcha doingggg?” Cause he misses you and your face

He also is constantly sending you things while he’s away with work, postcards, gifts, treats, you name it. You cant blame him for missing you sm :(

And when he does get home from a trip he’s actually a bit quieter, looking forward to just wrapping you up in his arms and cuddling with you until you fall asleep. But he makes sure to stay awake so he can look at your face and think about how cute you look sleeping and probably drooling a little <3

Nanami

No words, just sighs and hands. This was particularly common when he still had his boring office job - although now with gojo he just has to give you a look when he gets home that says, “this man is gonna kill me, please just hold me.”

He’s most clingy and cuddly when he’s tired/fatigued. It’s so easy for you to coerce him to bed or to relax when he’s visibly drained cause all it takes is some quick work of your hands on his sore muscles or running through his hair, or better yet undoing his tie for him, and he’s putty in your hands. He always watches so intently too when you take the time to take off his suit jacket and tie for him, even going so far as to unbutton his shirt. You know it’s been a long day when he lets you do this and after he’s decided he’s stared at you and basked in you long enough, he grabs your cheeks and leaves you a sweet sensual kiss. He always sighs deeply and then pulls you into a hug, every once in a while you even hear him mumble about how lucky he is.

If he ever just wants your attention though he kind of makes a fussy show about it 🤭 I’m talking sighing periodically and staring at you and once you look at him like ,, yes? He starts asking you random questions about your day or just in general. He just wants you to look at him and talk to him ok?

Inumaki

Ok he’s a very different person depending on whether you’re in public or in private:

In public it’s a lot more subtle cues. Like fidgeting with your hands a lot, tugging on your clothes even or sometimes staring at you really trying to work up the puppy dog act like :( cuddles please?? Or if you’re sitting down somewhere maybe he’ll rest his head on his shoulder to really signal to you he’s feeling cuddly. There was only one time where he had to take drastic measures and text you cause you just were NOT taking the hint.

You were busy listening to Yuuji and rambling back and forth with him when your phone suddenly went off and it was a text from Toge that just said “🤨 give me 10 reasons why I don’t have you in bed right now cuddling with me.😐 since when did yuuji talking about dogs suddenly become so interesting 🧐?” LIKE ABSJAJSJAA

In private it’s a very similar attitude at times he’s just physically more bold. Like he’s not above picking you up and carrying you somewhere he can hold you and kiss all over your cheeks <3 he’s a little less bratty about it when it comes to you two cause he knows you want affection just as much as he does at those times :) although he thinks making a show of things is very funny to him

Nobara

Her favorite form of affection and attention from you is lowkey head pats or when you ruffle her hair. It all started when she did some trivial thing and as a joke you reached your hand over to ruffle her hair and tell her how good of a job she did, and sure it was funny but man what she wouldn’t give to have you do that again.

So now she often finds herself babbling on to you about all the things she’s done recently that she’s proud of when she wants your attention, hoping you’ll praise her again in any way. She especially loves when it’s unexpected though, when she’s not fishing for praise and she just gets it. Or rather any kind of compliment really. Something about it makes her heart soar <3

She also really likes when you do her makeup so she’ll often ask you to try things on her or to even do your makeup <3 even if you’re just playing around, it feels so soothing and she loves getting to stare at you so close I love her I gtg

Maki

She likes to pester when she’s feeling clingy. Checks in with you and any responsibilities you may have so she can immerse herself in them with you and just work on things with you :) like no matter what it is she’ll find a way to get herself involved 😭 she really just wants extra quality time with you and will find any way to do it without seeming too ~mushy, mushy just isn’t really her thing

When she wants to cuddle though she’ll try to trick you into thinking you need rest HSKJJAJA

“You seem tired, why don’t you rest. I’ll help you fall asleep.”

Or

“Hmm you look pretty sore. I’ll go run you a bath, sit and wait here.”

Acts of service anyone?

Also, praise is actually kind of important from you, she never really received it much growing up having dealt with her family, and doesn’t feel like she needs it to feel proud of herself. But something about hearing you praise her over even the tiniest things has her feeling some type of way every single time.

Y’all just love and cherish each other what can I say <3

Pls leave comments, flood my inbox, Rb, whatever u prefer I just love hearing your kind words :D love and miss these fools 😪 and as always I really hope you guys enjoyed my first jjk piece :)!

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