#there are a lot more but these come off the top of my head aghhh

[paint-it-dead]

does anybody have any casca song recs or playlists?? i am in desperate need of new music to broaden my music taste cus ive already exhausted all my music options and i need more songs that remind me of her...

[racew1nn3rs]

hello luna !! i’m in love with your blog & vibes <3 i hope you are having a lovely day and would just like to request or just let out my thoughts really:

charles and a (fem) reader who really just loves to be spoilt and coddled, whether willing to admit it or not, and treated like the pillow princess really both in and out of the bedroom bc honestly i’m just craving some writing or thoughts on my favourite monégasque boy absolutely just indulging in me. thank you lots sweets!

AGHHH SO MANY THOUGHTS ANON. SO MANY THOUGHTS, SO I'M GIVING U A LITTLE BLURB!

18+, MDNI!!

out of the bedroom charles is just such a genuine sweetheart that yes, he will hold your bag, and of course he'll hold your shoes, and obviously he'll buy you that necklace. youre his girl, taking care of you isn't only natural it's a must. and he feeds into it so much, like truly to a ridiculous extent.

he's the type to still hold your hand and use it like his own while doing things that require both hands so he doesn't have to let go just because he knows you want to be held at all times at all costs. all it takes is some well-timed puppy dog eyes and anything you ask for is yours in an instant. he's just so happy at the prospect of making you smile that he can't fathom telling you no or letting you go even for a second.

in the bedroom, he's nearly the same. anything you whine or plead for sounds so pretty he just can't tell you no. you want more, he's giving you so much you can't even handle it. you want it harder, softer, slower, it doesn't matter what it is he's immediately groaning and complying. he is not one to say no to his girl, even if it means overstimulating you both to high hell in order to do so. he never makes you work for it, and he never teases for long, because he wants to hear you moaning and blissed out ASAP.

he also never falls short on aftercare. he's taking a bath with you, feeding you snacks and water, and cuddling with you for the next 5 hours (fuck his responsibilities 🙄 his spoiled princess comes first guys dw)

anyways i love this i had so many thoughts but this is what i had off the top of my head.

i was so excited to see an ask 😭 so please keep sending in ideas guys i love making fics (especially smau LMAO)

[inkblot-inc]

Just A Few RCD HCs

Summary: These are Just some general headcanons I thought up for Jeweler!Wanda and Metalworker!Reader. Check out where it started by reading Rough Cut Diamonds

[Everything else in the RCD Universe]

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

Warning(s): There's mention of sexy times so 18+ aka MINORS DNI, other than that none that I can think of, bud.

Note(s): Umm...I reread RCD and just thought of a few thingy things, some wholesome and not so holesome thots. I hope you enjoy :3

Word Count: somewhere close to 600 maybe bc headcanons (I just didn't check after it went past 500 m' sorry)

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Wanda makes time to come by often enough that your coworkers know just to send her back to your area

"Skitch! Your lady's here-" "Again!"

They're respectful dw

Lifting up your welding helmet just to see Wanda simply watching you work has been something you've become used to every Friday

Making Wanda your own little rings for her to wear

because obviously.

making lil dainty ones that can stack on top of each other and even a few full-finger rings

You yourself didn't wear a lot of jewelry, maybe a few rings and a chain

Despite that, Wanda definitely makes pieces specifically for you.

somethin like the waves ring with pietersite from Clocks and Colors or the starry night bracelet from Etah Love, that kinda vibe

it's giving silver>>>gold

You'd show Wanda how to do an efficient stick weld.

she'd definitely quick to catch on with her own experience, she really took to TIG welding as well

The glasses she usually wears don't protect enough for what you do, so you have to lend her your helmet.

You have to hold it in place from behind because it's too big on her head 🤭

Y'all for sure have more sex in the shop. 100%

Like I'm about to sound like ya'll are constantly fucking at your job and you're not~ 🙄

I can guarantee you both aren't doing the deed in respectable public more than you do in private

I'm just hyperfocusing for a sec, get off me-

I dunno why you guys don't try it at her workplace more, but somethin about the vibe of your shop specifically gets Wanda ready to jump your bones.

Like to Wanda, her place? Great. Your place? Also great. The maker's Damned??? UGHH 😩

Your back office is the prime spot no doubt-

Logan: 😑😮‍💨

Your Coworkers: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

Your Workbench: 👀

jkjk you both aren't nearly that egregious about it, but they do tease you about it when they notice something happened in the back.

"Skitch, that's what your workspace at home is for-" "You are the literally the last person who needs to rag on me about workplace ettiquette, Remy..."

Also, something about the indents Wanda's rings leave around you neck and biceps from her grip are just-aghhh 😵‍💫

And it's too warm to be wearin' your shacket all the time so just proudly showing off all the marks Wanda leaves on you 😌

There were a few times where you were left to lock up the shop while Logan was out, and you and Wanda fucked at your main workstation...

Eh, the shop's got blinds and curtains to cover the windows-

Even then, it was only a few times

Wanda's already said she want's to be nowhere near the band saw, so...

Back to the wholesome bits-

You would actually weld a sandwich unironically.

AKA ruin a TIG welding torch trying to make a "welded cheese sandwich"

You may be a trained professional, but your survival instincts seem to be wayy down sometimes...

Hey, curiosity is the mother of invention and all that *shrugs*

Wanda won't actively participate in your shenanigans usually, but she will watch to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

You've made plenty of small metal sculpture pieces that Wanda has displayed around her place.

Looking at them and paying attention to the little details she remembers watching you put into them actually helps Wanda maintain the drive that she's kept throughout her career.

Wanda, as ambitious as she is, does have moments where she holds back some of her vision with designs that she's scrapped or held off perpetually in favor of making something reliable instead of something too "unexpected" for her to come out with.

She definitely gets in her own head about it a lot, but with a new set of eyes, your eyes on them, you encourage her to pursue them. You help not only broaden but brighten her horizons.

[xpeachesncream]

Hi love!!!! Can write a drabble of prefectly wrong tae where it’s YN birthday and he has a romantic night night planned 🤩

perfectly wrong | drabble [5]: when your birthday takes an unexpected turn. 

word count: 2.0k

warnings: not much honestly besides cussing, very brief implied smut and a fluffy/sweet tae. (i didnt want to focus too much on adding smut towards the end because i really wanted this to be cute lmao)

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BABY!" Jungkook tooted the little toy horn, along with Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin throwing confetti in the air and tossing their small paper birthday hats in the air. Jin had closed down the cafe for majority of the afternoon just so you and your friends could spend time together in a private setting. Your friends and Jin spent quite some time decorating the studio in all sorts of decorations and balloons, plus you were fed your favorite foods and dessert. You slipped yourself into a simple, black camisole dress since the boys stated they "wanted to dress up for your birthday so you should too." You agreed without any complaints, although you wished Taehyung was around to see you. You were actually a little bummed despite it being your birthday, since Taehyung had gone off on a quick camping trip with Jimin and Namjoon. You couldn't say much being that he had already promised he'd go way before you two had gotten together. He was supposed to be back later today, but you hadn't heard much from him and the hope in you was dwindling down.

Oh well. I mean, you have your boyfriend on other days, right?

"Aiiiiiish, cheer up Y/N. I hate when you're sad. It's your birthday." Jin engulfs you in a big bear hug. Little did you know, all your friends had something up their sleeves and they would never let you be this upset on your birthday.

"I'm sorry, I know. I'm really happy to be here with you guys. I just.. miss Tae."

"He'll be back soon, right?" Kook pinches your cheek. "He's not going to miss out on your birthday, Y/N."

"I know, it just feels incomplete without him."

"You're a weenie." Yoongi said, running away from the attempted hit you tried to throw at his arm. "Aghhh I'm kidding. You mean everything to that guy, he wouldn't do that." He throws his arms around your neck and tightly hugs you. The rest of the time, you all are finishing up the food and desserts all while they watch you open the presents they've gotten you.

When packing up the things into Jungkook's car, you realize Tae still hasn't texted you or updated you about when he'd be back. You felt like texting him, but at the same time, you didn't wanna bother him, so you leave it be and slightly sulk in the passenger's seat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jungkook asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I don't think Tae is going to make it back today." You look as the sun is setting.

"He hasn't updated you?" Jungkook purses his lips together, afraid he'd laugh or bust into a big smile and give away your surprise.

"No." You pout in your seat, throwing your knees up to your chest.

"I'm sure he'll make it up to you. You know that, right?"

"Mhm." Is all you say. You lean your head against the window, unsure if you're more sad or upset about how this day actually turned out. Then, you suddenly realize that Jungkook is completely passing your exit and taking you deeper into town. "Kook, where are you going?"

"I just have one more surprise for you."

"What is it?"

"We planned hard for this, so don't even think about it." He turns to you with a blank expression before returning his attention back to the road. You were getting a little restless, being that you were already slightly annoyed and in your feelings about your boyfriend.

"Where are we goiiiinggggg?" You whine, the ride almost taking an hour.

"We're almost there, jeeeeeez." Kook's tone rose as he pulled up on a street full of beach vacation homes and bungalows, the beach right in their backyards. Why you were here, you had no idea. Quite frankly, you weren't really in the mood to do a bonfire with your friends.

"What am I doing here?"

"Honestly, if you don't chill out, I will drop your ass off right here." Jungkook playfully says, stopping the car deadass in the middle of the road. "Finished?" You roll your eyes as you lean back and let him continue driving a little further down the street. He pulled up in front of a house that was completely dark, it's surroundings quiet besides the waves crashing against the shore. Jungkook pulls out his phone for a quick minute before he turns to you and smiles. "Okay, I'll be in there in a minute, I'm gonna grab all your things. You can go up first though."

"Why can't I just wait for you?"

"And do what? You're not gonna be carrying a thing." He laughed and shrugged. "Just go in, it'll be fine."

"Fine." He snorts, pretending to hop out and get your gifts even though he's not gonna do a damn thing and just bring it over to your place himself.

You walk into the bungalow, a little afraid of how dark it is. The entrance leads into the small kitchen and living room area, and there isn't anything in sight besides one lit candle on the kitchen counter top. You make your way over, noticing a note in front of the candle.

Follow the candles to find me.

"What is this?" You hear the soft humming of 112's Cupid coming from the bedroom, you assume, which is where the candles lead to. There were small, tea light candles in a single formation, leading towards the room, with rose petals accompanying them on the sides. You push open the sliding doors, only to see a room lit with candles left and right, rose petals and plastic tea light candles in the form of a heart on the bed. The ceiling was covered in red heart balloons, and the table at the end of the bed had a small cake, with chocolate covered strawberries on a platter next to it.

But that's not really what caught your attention the most - it was your handsome boyfriend, standing at the end of the bed, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. He had on a black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up close to the elbow, black pants and boots on. His curly hair fixed and all proper, a smile on his face as he tilted his head and looked at you up and down.

Like a goddess in his eyes.

"W-what?" Is all you can say as he approaches you. "W-what are you doing here? I thought you were gone."

"Did you really think I'd miss out on my babygirl's birthday?" The tears are streaming down now, and he can't help but laugh a little. He sets the bouquet down to wipe the tears coming down from your eyes, his thumbs gently swiping across your skin.

"I really missed you."

"Aw, baby." He says, kissing you softly on the forehead. "I'm here now." You can't do anything but pout in his hands as he cups your cheek and smiles down at you. "Happy birthday, love."

"When did you plan this? Did the rest of the guys know?" He nods.

"Sure did."

"I'm gonna kill Kook." He laughs.

"Don't do that." He takes your hand and takes you over to the table where your cake is. "Come."" He sets a single candle onto the cake, lighting it with the lighter he pulled from his pocket. "It's your favorite cake." Your eyes light up as you look at him.

"Tres Leches?!" He nods as you squeal and clap. Good lord, you loved Tres Leches cake. Tae knew that too, being that's the only dessert you ever talked about. He traveled around just to find the right one for you.

"Made sure I found the right one for you." He gently caresses the small of your back. "Make a wish." You silently stand there, hands clasped together while your eyes are shut. This day took an unexpected turn and you couldn't have asked for anything else. Part of you was upset that Taehyung was really going to miss out on your birthday. You didn't wanna be that girlfriend though, being that his friends also meant a lot to him. Your birthday was just your birthday and he could easily make it up if he wanted to.

But to Taehyung, this wasn't just a birthday. He really wanted to make this night special for you and he took weeks to plan this out perfectly - looping in all your friends, Jimin and Namjoon, spending bills to reserve this bungalow for a weekend getaway, the decorations, the roses, the cake, planning how the surprise would go down, everything. He didn't care how much effort it took. He just needed this to be perfect for you. He wanted to show you what you truly meant to him, even though he tries his best to do that every single day, birthday or not. Honestly, the rest of the night, he doesn't have much planned besides making you comfortable. He just wants you to relax, whether that meant cuddling in bed with him playing in your hair, or if it meant other things. Whatever you wanted, he was here to give it.

You make your wish, Taehyung instantly pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss afterwards. You throw your arms around his neck, his hands caressing your sides as he looks down at you.

"Hungry?" He asks.

"Not right now." You look out onto the patio that overlooked the beach. You make your way over,  Taehyung silently following behind you. The breeze was picking up quite a bit, but the sound of the waves were too relaxing for you to care. You leaned against the railing, Taehyung coming from behind, placing a kiss on the back of your head before he rubs your arms.

"Cold?"

"It's alright."

"You sure?" He chuckles.

"Maybeeee." He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, placing kisses along your temple as his hands rest on your arms and hold you tightly. "Thank you for all of this, babe. How'd you pull this off?"

"Mm, I have my ways." He laughs. "Anything for my lady." You smile into the kiss he places on your cheek, feeling overjoyed by the love and care this man is showering you in. "What do you wanna do for the rest of the night?"

"Besides each other? Watch a movie, cuddle." He laughs and nods.

"Sounds like a good plan."

You look down at your dress, realizing you were probably gonna go into the weekend with one outfit. "Except, I don't--" He shakes his head, pointing towards the bathroom. You walk over from the patio and into the bathroom to see your duffle bag packed of clothes, your skincare and necessary toiletries lining the bathroom counter. Hanging from the bathroom's storage closet are two silk robes, a pink one for you and a black one for him. "Hey, how'd you know what to bring?"

"I pay attention."

"I really do love you." Is all you can say when you look at him.

"I really do love you, too." He chuckles. You two get into your robes and make your way to the bed, Taehyung making sure to arrange the petals and candles around the floor of the bed before pouring you and him a glass of champagne. You bring the platter of chocolate covered strawberries in front of you as he pulls up a light-hearted movie for you two to watch. You both finish the champagne bottle and the chocolate strawberries as the movie progresses, the exhaustion slowly hitting you after eating such luxuries. You laid on your side, your head resting on Taehyung's lap as he sat up against the headboard. Your eyes began to shut as his hands gently stroked your hair and massaged your scalp.

"Tae." You say softly.

"Mhm?"

"How did I get so lucky?"

"You didn't, I did." He chuckles. "I hope you enjoy this weekend with me."

"Of course I will."

"Good." He looks down at you as he continues to play with your hair. "Happy birthday again, baby. I hope you know how much you mean to me." You look up at him before sitting up to kiss him and straddle his lap, figuring it was time you showered him with your appreciation. You undo the robe, letting it fall of your shoulders as Taehyung watches and marvels at the sight of your exposed chest. He wastes no time gripping you closely as you kiss him, his hands softly traveling to caress your entire body, feeling you as if he needed to prove to himself that this was real - that you were real. 

He could never get enough of you.

[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 6:Arrest 

Words:2012

The next day heading into class and feeling everyone's eyes on you wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend your morning in class. At least it wasn’t boring, it isn’t every day you are arrested for murder, found innocent, and then let go the next day. Some of the rumors are funny like how your dad paid them to let you go, no your dad was a humble man who enjoyed relaxing on the weekends with a cup of tea, and feeding the birds in the backyard.

“(name), what do you got there, oh dear!” you remember your dad's face as you were peering over a bird who was dead on the ground

“Dad why isn't it moving?” you asked, poking its stomach, him cringing and pulling your hand back.

“Well, sometimes when things get hurt, they stop moving.” He said

“For how long?” you asked

“Forever, sadly.” He said, “They don't feel or hear anything either.”

“How can we be so sure?” you asked, your father didn't really know how to respond to that, not sure if a four-year-old could understand nerves and the brain function and the pain receptors.

“That's a story for when you are early, come on let's go clean your hands.” He said, as you looked back at the bird, once your dad got your hands cleaned up he told you to avoid touching “dead” animals, what made dead animals dirtier than livings ones, you headed back to the bird and put out one of your talons and poked it, how weird.

You were smiling to yourself having that memory, your dad was a bit concerned when he came back to see the dead bird was punctured and put you in time out and had to explain the many diseases dead animals could carry. Maybe that is why he got you so many books on animals after that to satisfy your curiosity, still, if it was already dead and couldn't feel pain what was the issue, maybe he was worried you would try to do it on something living, but luckily the therapist marked it off as quirk use curiosity, and kid curiosity.

So when you remember that one time you cut a kid's cheek for cutting earthworms that were still alive

“What Are You doing?” you asked a group of kids who were leaning over a worm on the ground, it was wiggling around the pavement and must have been hot. “you know being on hot pavement hurts the slime coat on them right?”

“Why don't you worry about it, look if we cut in half we can get two worms.” He said

“Stop that will hurt it,” you said, trying to

“Back off, it's just a puny worm.” He said as he cut the worm down the middle with a plastic knife he snuck from lunch, you almost vomited, then you got angry, so you flexed your wingers and swiped your smaller talons across his face.

“AGHHH TEACHER!!” he yelled

“Oh stop you puny worm.” you said as the teachers ran over

and when your dad found out he just gave you a pat on the back.

or that one time you swiped at that kid's leg for using a magnifying glass on a trail of ants.

“” What are you doing?” you asked looking at a kid who was crouched down near a lien of ants

“Looking at the ants.” He said

“OH neat, did you know that ants belong to the same family as bees and wasps?” you said

“What a dummy, they don’t have wings.” He said as he adjusted the magnifying glass and started frying them one by one, you pulled his hand back

“Hey stop that, you are killing them,” you said

“So they are just ants, not like they feel anything.” He said

“You are still killing them,” you said, and he just shoved you down

“You are boring.” he said as you furrowed your brows before swiping his leg, and he cried out for the teacher again as the ants were climbing up his shoes

The teacher called your dad in again, and he was trying not to laugh in the teacher's face, still, he took you out of school that day.

“Still, (name) why did you swipe at the kid's leg.” your dad said

“He was killing the ants.” you said “He was hurting something so I stopped him.”

“Well you have a good heart, but sometimes you put it to use in the wrong ways.” he said “Come on let's go get you some ice cream it's hot out today.”

“Okay,” you said

Your dad may not have understood your tendency to use your quirk, but he tried his best to help you curve your curiosity and moral compass of the world. Maybe that's why he was so concerned that you wanted to be a surgeon, that you were just giving in to your urge to use your quirk again, but he must have come around thinking if it could be used for good why stop you.

“Why is she smiling, she never smiles.”

“It's kind of creepy.”

The girl's conversation snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked over in their direction, when they noticed you they shut their mouths and looked down like they aren't just bad-mouthing you earlier. So you were more than happy to finally get back to your dorm away from people. Maybe you would call your dad again, yeah that would be a good idea.

“Hello (name) how are you doing, are you eating enough up there?” was the first thing he asked

“I'm doing fine, don't worry about eating my fruit.” You said, “It's getting really boring.”

“But I thought you loved learning about human anatomy?” he asked

“I do but we haven't been learning everything new, I already know all this stuff.” you explained, “And well I'm not really calling because of school, something happened.” “Really what?” he asked

“I got arrested by the police the other day,” you said

“YOU GOT WHAT!” he yelled

“Dad I can explain, look I saw a guy taking a drunk girl home to take advantage of, and well I followed him and went in and stopped it, he was found killed in his dorm the next day.”

“I see, that's...well I see,” he said

“Dad you don't think i”

“Of course not.” he said “I’m just worried you are always getting yourself in trouble defending people, makes me wonder why you didn't go towards hero work.”

“Haha I’m going to help people in my own way,” you said

“Well, I'm just glad you weren't there when the murders came.” Your dad said and you started to feel guilty. “Well, I need to get going, take care of yourself, love you.”

“Love you too,” you said, and he hung up

“See I told you my daughter wouldn't do anything.” Your dad was talking to the hero public safety commission

“Sir, please understand we think your daughter might be working with the Nighthawk.”

“My daughter wouldn't hang around horrible people,” he said leaning back in his chair

“Sir a lot can change when kids leave college.”

“Well, you don't know my daughter then, besides it sounded like the man had it coming, he decided it would be okay to lay his hands on my daughter after all, do you have kids what would you think if that happened to them, and if the nighthawk did save her, i would give him a firm handshake and a big thank you.” your dad said, taking a long sip of tea “Would you like a cup?”

“N thank you.”

“Well that is your loss, now I answered your questions, can you leave my house now, and stop insulting my daughter.” your dad said, glaring the two guys down indicating it was time for them to go.

You decided to go for another late night walk, it appeared that Hawks decided to book it, he was probably under the impression that you snitched on him, you hadn’t seen one feather from him, you were starting to get man, is this what ghosting someone was?

You kept walking down the campus before seeing a piece of paper on the ground who decided to litter here, you picked it up only to notice a scribble of red ink that looked like a feather, you rolled your eyes and put it in your pocket, if hawks were sending notes then it must've been something he couldn't tell in person. So you headed back to your dorm and closed the blinds and opened the note.

.

“Hey, chickadee. thanks for not snitching on me earlier really appreciate that, and they are watching you, they went to your dads this morning and were questioning him, so look if you want me to leave you alone I can understand that, just give me one light means leave, two means stay”

-

You put two lights on that night, you hoped hawks got the message.

Hawks was standing on top of the next building over, he gave a sigh of relief to see those two lights in your window, he knew you would find the note, he knew you were smart, still, The HPSC was now interviewing your family, well your dad. He seemed like a nice fellow, guess the HPSC couldn't see that, not like they saw anything outside their narrow view of what “Justice '' was, aka if they controlled it was good, at anything else was bad. So them hunting down a child to try and force him to become a pawn in their game all made sense in their head, not like they would ever be able to catch him.

Still seeing the many cars surrounding the palace, and all the news campus security that we're looking at you the whole day secretly following you around everywhere made him crush his can of coffee in his hands, maybe at himself for talking to you and getting you into the mess that was the HPSC. But it was more at the HPSC in the first place, maybe it was time to knock them down a peg or two.

“So what are you planning to do after this?” One of the spies said

“I’m not sure?” He said

“How about you go to a hot spring? It's good for the stiff muscles.” Hawks suggested before the two of them looked at him and he quickly knocked them out using both his wings to smash their heads together, now to slash the cars. There were a lot of spies roaming this place, he had a long night ahead of him.

Many employees of the Hero public safety commission have been found knocked out on the campus this morning, the administer is talking to one of the higher-ups this morning, reports show and support that a dangerous villain by the Name of Nighthawk is roaming the campus we are advising all student to have a curfew before 7 and to walk in groups.

“Can you tell us why you had these people on our campus without us knowing?” The reporter asked over the telecom.

“We believe the Nighthawk is roaming the campus, he already killed one of your students, we were taking protective measures.” The president said

“Then why were they all knocked out, why did you only send in low-level employees.”

“We were trying to gather information.”

“This is boring.” you thought and switched to a different video, they had really sent that many people to watch over you what was to happen next, not like you had much time to think about it before your door crashed down and you had about six funs pointed at you.

“(full name) you are under arrest for helping and harboring a high stakes villain,” they said as you had your hands up and one walked over picking the note up, crap why didn't you destroy that earlier, so your hands were put behind your back and you were taken away, two times in one week, what a life.

[obeiii-mee]

Heya!

Cuddling imagines for the brothers +Diavolo as a bonus because I felt the need to write something fluffy. These are really fun to write ngl.

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Cuddling Imagines with the Brothers +Diavolo:

Lucifer:

-He isn’t exactly the cuddly type if you couldn’t tell already. He’s pretty reserved when it comes to giving and receiving affection

-That doesn’t mean he dislikes it by any means!

-It’s just hard for him to accommodate to having a partner and receiving physical affection

-He gets used to it after a while

-But for the first few months of you guys going out, he kinda tends to lay quite still while cuddling in bed

-Sometimes it feels like you’re cuddling a lamppost

-Stiff and unresponsive

-He’s still not exactly the biggest fan of cuddling but he finds your little acts of love cute

-He’s OK with you laying your head on his chest at night since you are close but your presence isn’t too overwhelming

-He also really likes having you sit on his lap while he works sometimes which I don’t think helps him concentrate on his paperwork at all

-Overall, while he isn’t too keen on cuddling, he tolerates it and he is more than happy to lay down with you if you had a bad day

-“What is it? You want to lay down for a while? Well, I suppose it’s not a bad idea. Perhaps a little break would be nice.”

Mammon:

-This boy probably loves affection more than his brothers at times

-He genuinely likes your head pats and hugs but he adores the idea of cuddling with you after a long day

-If you guys sleep in the same bed at night, he tends to cling to you in his sleep

-Like, he will involuntarily attach himself to your arm or something

-One morning you woke up on top of him

-He doesn’t care about positions when cuddling

-He could be the big spoon or the little spoon

-Either way, he gets to stay close to you

-Surprisingly, he’s the one initiating cuddles usually

-“Human! I demand you stop doing your homework and that you come cuddle me for a bit. Please...?”

-Whenever you start cuddling into him at night, he gets all flustered and actually stops working for a few seconds

-The King of hogging all the blankets and pillows

-But that’s OK because he’s like a human size radiator

-He radiates warmth during the night

-Plus, you get to hear his morning voice the next day whenever you guys share a bed and the way he growls whenever you wake him up

-That’s definitely a bonus

-“What are ya doing? MC get in here, Imma cuddle the shit out of ya.”

Levi:

-He is so shy when it comes to any form of physical contact

-He almost passes out when you guys hold hands

-Let alone sitting in his lap while he watches anime

-MC, do you want the man to have a heart attack?

-He’s so hesitating to sleep in the same bed as you for the first few days of your relationship

-Because why would you want to spend your night next to a disgusting otaku like him?

-Give him a couple of days and then he won’t be able to sleep without you in the same bed

-He is almost suffocating during the night and much like Mammon, will cling to you as if his life depends on it

-Only problem is, this boy barely sleeps because he is too preoccupied with playing video games until past midnight

-Is this guy nocturnal or what?

-You will sometimes have to literally drag him away from the computer and forcefully tuck him in before giving him an aggressive goodnight kiss and slipping in next to him

-That will leave him stunned for a bit

-Likes hugging you from behind while sleeping a lot but doesn’t mind you holding him from time to time

-“So uh, a new season came for that anime we were watching the other day. Do you...uh, maybe want to lay down and watch it together?”

Satan:

-Your hugs are one of the only things that can stop him from going on a rampage at times

-He enjoys cuddling to a degree

-Cuddling up next to him in the evening while he reads is very relaxing for him

-And him getting to see your sleeping face on his shoulder is a bonus for him

-He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable with clinging too much to you

-Very wholesome moments with him in the library

-Run a hand through his hair and he will melt

-Just your existence is the best thing that’s ever happened to him

-He tends to sneak a few kisses every now again while cuddling

-For the sole purpose of seeing you all caught off guard and flustered

-Lay on top of him please, he really likes holding you

-He isn’t squirmy while you guys sleep, like Lucifer, so it’s really easy to get in a comfortable position with him

-Cup his face from time to time and he will break

-Aghhh you’re too cute damn it

-“Hey MC? Would mind staying like this just for a little longer?”

Asmo:

-OK but I think people aren’t giving Asmo enough credit for this kind of thing

-It’s true, he is the Avatar of Lust

-But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love wholesome and innocent moments like cuddling with his partner

-He often looks forward to these moments actually, where he gets to just lay down and appreciate his love for you

-Sometimes it escalates to steamier stuff but other times it doesn’t

-As long as he’s with you, he doesn’t really care

-He likes being held while cuddling and obviously adores all the kisses you give him during those times

-At night, you two are basically taped together

-Snuggle next to him and he will almost die from your cuteness

-Takes several pictures of you sleeping because your face is too beautiful to pass up on an opportunity like that.

-He sometimes insists on cuddling in public

-Yeah he’s horny almost all the time but he can be such a soft boy

-“You want to stay like this for a while darling? Well, who am I to deny you? Besides, this is quite nice.”

Beel:

-His hugs are to kill for

-It’s so easy to cuddle with him since he’s so comfortable and warm

-Obviously, due his size, it’s easier for him to hold you during cuddling sessions

-But he admittedly enjoys you wringing your arms around his neck sometimes and pressing little kisses onto his cheeks

-Is so gentle with you because he is kinda scared he might break every bone in your body if he hugs you too tightly

-He needs lots of affection, please give it to him

-He likes listening to your voice while cuddling

-He finds it very calming and reassuring

-Wants you to feel safe in his arms

-He’s the best at comforting so if you had a bad day and just want to cuddle he’s the right choice for ya

-Only downside to him cuddling you is that he has to get up every ten minutes to go eat

-But then again he could just bring a lot of snacks with him and cuddle you while he’s eating

-Problem fixed

-Also, Belphie is usually there in the background, appreciating the fact you guys are trying to be quiet the whole time so he can sleep

-“MC! I brought a bunch of food with me and now we can cuddle for longer!”

-“Beel you don’t have to whisper, I’m awake.”

Belphegour:

-The KING OF CUDDLING

-Would probably put everyone else to shame with how good he is at it

-You start dating Belphie

-You are now his pillow

-You don’t get a choice

-He will fall asleep on you every time

-Snuggly up to him while he’s asleep and, without waking up, will pull you closer to him

-You bought the two of you a matching pyjama set and fuck he’s fallen harder in love with you

-Will place his head in your lap and not get up for hours on end

-He likes having your fingers run through his hair too

-It lulls him to sleep

-Whines and complains if you have to get out of bed

-Since you’re there next to him most nights, he stops having nightmares or at least the really bad ones

-Waking up and seeing you next to him asleep is a blessing for him

-Ah your voice is also calming to him

-“Where do you think you’re going? Get back in bed dumbass, I’m not done cuddling with you. I can’t sleep without my pillow y’know?”

*Bonus* Diavolo:

-He’s actually very cuddly

-Tends to talk a lot during cuddling

-Omfg his laugh is precious

-Sometimes he kinda wishes he didn’t have all those boring duties to fulfill as a prince and instead just wants sleep in with you

-Its impossible for get out of his grip, I’m telling you

-Finds almost everything you do adorable

-He will wholeheartedly laugh and kiss you when you give him one of those sleepy looks in the morning

-Will probably say a joke or something while cuddling just to have you burst out laughing

-Barbatos occasionally walks in, notices you two soundly asleep while cuddling, smiles and walks out

-Even his butler has approved your relationship

-“I do wish I could spend more of my morning with you like this dear. These moments with you are marvellous.”

Al~

[fandomsnfluff]

a lee reki and ler langa fic with them playing a game of tag or hide and seek (chasing and hiding)

aww this is adorable!! i can definitely see something like this happening between them aghhh <333 (this also got a bit long so i put part of it under a cut)

you’re it!

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Langa was pretty sure that Reki was just messing with him.

It had been three hours since Langa had arrived at Dope Sketch just to hang; neither of them had shifts on that particular day. However, Reki kept running back and forth, hiding behind a bookshelf or a piece of furniture in the back room for a good twenty minutes before re-emerging, only to go back a few moments later. What on earth was he doing?

Turns out that Reki had to tell him straight away to figure out what was going on.

“Come on,” Reki whined, tugging at one of Langa’s sleeves. “We should play hide and seek tag!”

“In this small space?” Langa responded, not taking his eyes off of the comic book he was reading from one of the shelves.

“Yeah, that’s what’ll make it fun!”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I remember only playing hide and seek tag in larger outdoor spaces or in a big building with lots of places to hide.”

“But it would be fun to at least try, right?” Reki began to bounce all over the place. Langa rolled his eyes, but deep down he thought the redhead’s energy was really cute. He found himself unable to resist the temptation to play a game with his boyfriend, so he stood up with a long sigh.

“All right, I’ll try. Do you wanna hide first or should I?”

“Why don’t I be the seeker first?” Reki suggested. “I’ll turn around and we can both set our timers for thirty seconds. Once it goes off I’ll come and find you.”

“Okay, sounds good.” The two of them opened up their phones and, as soon as both of them set their timers to thirty seconds, they started at the same time, and Langa immediately ran off to find a good hiding spot.

Of course, the first place he went to was the back garage, since it was the place other than the main floor that he was the most familiar with. Behind the space where the door swung inward was a small table with a spinny chair; he could never remember Reki ever using this one. He always used the bigger one facing the window opposite of the door.

He tried to close the door to the room silently, but it let out a squeak as it almost closed; there was no way Reki didn’t hear that. He let out a sigh, hoping that his plan would work as he squeezed his way under the small and weak desk that led out a loud squeal when he twitched a muscle the wrong way. He was much, much too big for this little space, but he would have to make do.

His timer went off, and Langa slowed his breathing so he could barely make a sound that would alert Reki. And, of course, but much too quickly, Langa heard the footsteps pounding towards the doorway, and he sucked in a final breath, not daring to breathe anymore. The door opened slowly with the same squeal that it made when Langa closed it earlier, and within seconds, Reki’s face had popped down to glance under the desk, letting out a loud “BOO!” as he did so. The sound and gesture made Langa jump backwards with an alarmed noise, hitting his head against the bottom of the desk and the wall behind him. Reki, of course, immediately burst into laughter.

“You’re so funny!” the redhead exclaimed, clutching his stomach in a desperate attempt to control his laughter. “You’re that big and you try to hide under this little thing? And you close the squeakiest door in the whole building to try to hide yourself?”

Langa found himself blushing at the comments. “Shut up,” he hissed. “I haven’t played this game in a while, all right?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Reki then reached down to help his boyfriend out from under the table. “I guess it’s my turn to hide now!”

As soon as they made their way back to the main floor, Langa turned towards the bookshelf at the front right of the store so he couldn’t see any activity on the rest of the floor through his peripheral vision. They set their timers to thirty, and he could hear Reki bounding off immediately after they had started their timers. As the seconds ticked by, Langa impatiently twiddled his thumbs, desperate to try out his seeking skills from his childhood.

The timer went off, and it was finally his turn to pursue the hunt.

For some reason, Langa’s first instinct was to return to the room he had hidden in earlier. The door hadn’t moved, however, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to just check. He peeked under all the desks and other furniture in the room, but there was no sign of Reki anywhere.

Next, he checked the VR room. As he was heading over there, he just remembered that he had heard the redhead’s footsteps moving in this direction, so he decided that he would go check the room more diligently. He peeked behind every beanbag chair in the room, behind the TV, under the control desk, and even in every nook and cranny in the closet and shelves in the back of the room.

Now Langa was just confused, scratching his head. If Reki wasn’t in here, or in the back room, or on the main floor, where could he have gone off to?

Then when he turned his head he noticed a doorway on the wall perpendicular to the wall with the closet. Peering into it, he saw a staircase. Now he was really confused; how had he never seen this before? These weren’t the stairs that went up to the roof.

Curiously, Langa crept up the stairs; he would be lying if he wasn’t at least a bit afraid. The shop wasn’t particularly new, and there was definitely a chance that there were some spaces that the employees had yet to discover. However, when Langa reached the top of the staircase, there were just...shelves. And tables. It was almost as if the floor was a mini library.

Movement at the corner of his eye caught Langa’s attention, and he turned his head; he could have sworn he saw a mop of red hair to his right before it rapidly disappeared. Langa smirked. Gotcha. So he began the chase.

It was almost a maze up there, and Langa was amazed that Reki seemed to know the floor so well. The more he moved, the more he could have sworn he saw Reki’s shape darting in between bookshelves and under and around the desks and chairs. As soon as Langa spotted the figure move to turn around one of the shelves, he spun around and turned to he could enter the same row until he was standing to face Reki.

“Gotcha,” Langa hissed with a smirk.

Reki only let out a yelp of excitement and turned around to run away from Langa, but the taller teen was faster. Darting towards Reki, he flung himself at the teen until he was practically bowling him to the ground, being careful not to hurt him.

Langa held Reki in a playful headlock, rolling to his side so he was holding him to his chest. The redhead squirmed in an attempt to get away.

“I thought this was a game of hide-and-seek,” Langa said. “You can’t break the rules! You can’t run from me!”

“Yes I can!” Reki protested, squirming.

“Nope. Not while you’re with me. Besides, you never told me about this place before. What’s up with that?”

Reki grunted, attempting to squirm away, and the two spent a good few minutes squabbling on the ground. Reki had somehow ended up cornering himself under one of the tables, his spine pressed against the wall, and he made a poor move by grabbing Langa’s arm to pull him close to him. Langa, using this tactic to his advantage, decided to use his other arm to go in for the kill, squeezing at Reki’s fleshy stomach.

Of course, the redhead let out a squeal, energetic and screechy laughter quickly following the start of the attack. Langa smirked; perfect. This was exactly how he planned to win this game. He could only really switch his hands very sparingly due to the position that Reki was in; he didn’t want to end up hurting him. But it all still managed to work really well, since Reki was so incredibly hyper ticklish on every inch of his body.

“LAAAHAHAHANGAAAA!!” Reki screamed, letting out a squeal when the taller teen dug his fingers into his ribs. “STAHAHAPITICAN’TBREEEHEHEHEATHE!!!”

“Say you’re sorry,” Langa said. “Apologize for not telling me about this sooner.”

“I’MSOHOHOREEEHEHEHE!!!” Reki immediately complied, but he threw his head back with a loud, belly-deep cackle when Langa wiggled his fingers under the hem of his shirt. The redhead kicked out, missing Langa’s chest by a hair, but the bluenette decided to comply, since he so kindly obliged to his request.

Reki was left panting under the desk, arms and legs stretched out in every direction. Langa smiled; his boyfriend was so cute. There were so many cute things about him, but him being ticklish enough to die if it went on for too long definitely took the cake.

“Are you ready to tell me about this floor?” Langa asked as soon as Reki caught his breath.

Reki let out a huff before standing up, blinking at Langa’s request. Excitement shone in his eyes, and his face stretched into a huge smile. “Yeah, of course! In fact, I think there’s a book about it around here somewhere...”

[bluealmondpie]

oihina is life and no one can change my mind

i am. not over oihina (;-;) it's too much time to october when the rest of s4 comes out and it will b forever before we get to see oikawa again so (;-;) imma watch the movies and then the stage plays again and maybe re read the whole manga/light novels/spinoffs. MY HEART

but anyway here's some extras to tide us thru (this is a revision from an earlier post i deleted cos i wanna b more canon compliant ♪( ´▽｀) )

hcs part 1

* long, long video calls. oikawa likes watching hinata fall asleep.

* oikawa does NOT like hinata playing with kageyama. cue jealousy. doesn't like it even if it's the karasuno gang meeting up and hinata and kageyama are in the same space >:(

* hinata will pay for it later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

* hinata knows that oikawa is weak for cute things. hinata uses this to his advantage, acting cute to get his way. ( *｀ω´) oikawa knows this but he can't resist (*´ー｀*)

* hinata sends oikawa lots of msby merch. oikawa only keeps the ones with hinata in them.

* volleyball dates. my gosh these volleyball idiots. but they have lots of fun and it's all just games that don't have consequences

* but hinata is overly concerned about oikawa overworking himself or pushing himself too hard. he worries about oikawa's knee.

* so even when they play volleyball hinata will only wanna play beach volleyball cos it's softer.

* and also bc it's just the two of them (〃ω〃) like it's meant to be. just the two of them in their little volleyball world this is such a soft picture in my head ahhhhhh

* pedro is sick of seeing them make out in the house.

* oikawa likes marking hinata. hickeys everywhere in obvious places.

* and also in semi-obvious places. when hinata jumps and his shirt flies up, are those hickeys on his hip?

* when hinata sits down and the hem of his shorts ride up, are those hickeys on his thigh?

* oikawa lets hinata lead sometimes. he likes the switch.

* vers top oikawa. VERS TOP OIKAWA

* when they are together oikawa will block kageyama's number on hinata's phone.

* tbh everyone in brazil alr knew they were gonna get married from the moment they saw the two interact it was a matter of time

* i mean oikawa was hinata's plus one to heitor's wedding i think this is universally accepted in fandom

* but to me i don't think they were tgt yet during the wedding

* oh but but but if you were there you'd see how oikawa was so so jealous at how hinata just attracts people

* people revolve around hinata like he is the sun which he is kuroo voice yanno, gravitational pull and all that

* he would shoot death stares at anyone who was getting too close ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

* hinata knows.

* hinata knows and is pushing oikawa's buttons. bc he thinks it's cute when oikawa is jealous (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

* hinata will act all innocent but damn. damn that chibi-chan, oikawa thinks. does he know his acting is obvious? is it meant to be obvious? is this a green light? does he know what his stupid winking and eye smiles do to me? when he tilts his head asking if i want more drinks, does he know what effect it has on my heart? when he licks his lips, can he see me staring omg i hope he doesn't know i'm staring this is so uncool what do i do he is so fucking hot gah look he's taking off his tie that is unfair what do u mean it's getting hot in here oi hinata DONT LEAN INTO ME OMG U R TOO CLOSE IS ALL OF THIS ON PURPOSE just tell me to bring u home and fuck u alr

* well fuck all that thinking that hahahahahah oikawa will prob throw caution to the wind when he's sufficiently drunk/tipsy

* and cue the sex

* after that hinata is all like ehehehehehe (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ got u where i wanted u oikawa just sighs yes. yes u did you cute little monster

* and it's a "well i guess we r dating now" situation

* and then the morning after, hinata is up early (oikawa is a late riser whenever he can afford it) and making breakfast and oikawa wakes up to the smell of cooking uwahhhhh i love this picture

* that first selfie is their phone wallpaper you cannot change my mind

* but when you unlock the phone it'll be (oikawa's) a sweet picture of them kissing and (hinata) a selfie of them after a volleyball game, with oikawa all tired in the background but so soft and smiley

* they have racy photos of each other too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but let's not go too deep into their personal lives

* no one in karasuno believes it. not until oikawa dropped by their gatherings to pass hinata his clothes (left behind after a night of ~fun~) and kissed him on the cheek. Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) even so, kageyama is in shock. oikawa smirks. he's mine

* the third years are immediately possessive and warn oikawa to not hurt their baby crow ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／daichi especially

* yachi, kiyoko, yamaguchi, kinoshita and narita are sitting in stunned silence.

* tsukki doesn't care.

* ennoshita is taken aback (he doesn't rlly have an opinion of oikawa to begin with) but snaps back to reality to hold tanaka and nishinoya from jumping on oikawa in rage for stealing the sun away from them

* ukai and takeda sigh and give relationship advice (is it from their own experience huehuehue ( *｀ω´) )

* kageyama still doesn't believe it till this day

* bokuto and oikawa get along. akaashi and iwaizumi regret letting them meet. (smol akaashi/iwaizumi interaction here) sakusa avoids them when they are together. the chaotic energy of bokuhinaoi is too much for him. if we add atsumu... who knows where things will go. they are volatile substances.

* and even outside of training iwaizumi dotes on hinata omg. like a true mother in law. will buy him food. will ruffle his hair. will nag at hinata to not eat so fast and chew properly and have some manners but also aggressive care tactics. will send oikawa pics of hinata being cute while they were in separate countries training for olympics and oikawa is so pissed and jealous he literally can't wait to go and kick everyone's butts. i cant deal with how cute this picture is (now i wanna write seijoh!hinata aghhh)

* they do sit down to watch replays of each other's games and analyse their own plays. it's serious talk. volleyball idiots

* they rewatch their olympic match tgt, since they were both there

* oikawa will complain the whole way about being better than kageyama and how he can do better than kageyama (a wild ushijima appears! "u should have stayed in japan") but really oikawa's just saying all of that cos he's jealous and doesn't like it when other people set to hinata.

*******

ah. my life is consumed by oihina. there is no end. i want write atsuhina angst with oihina endgame

requests are open! send me an ask~ rules are pinned

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[lustinglilac]

Mother’s Instinct

A/N: In which Oscar and Cesar’s sister goes into labor but her fiancé, Sad Eyes, isn’t there yet to witness the baby’s birth. 

Warnings: strong language, blood, probably a completely inaccurate delivery of a baby

*All credit for the name Jose goes to other writers*

*GIF BY: @merakiaes 🖤

“I am not having this baby on the porch! Get Jose on the phone right now—“ She grabbed a Santo member closest to her by the neck of his tank top, yanking him down level with her face.

“He’s not picking up!” Another one yelled, pacing back and forth with the phone pressed to his ear.

“Call him again— ow!” A sharp contraction hit her as she clutched onto her stomach panting.

“What the fuck is goin’ on here?” Relief flooded through her body for a split second replacing the pain at the sound of her older brother’s voice.

“Oscar. The baby’s coming.” Her voice strained, attempting to do those stupid breathing exercises that were not working at all.

“Did anyone call a fuckin’ ambulance?!” His voice bellowed out across the lawn, making the other members flinch.

“She wouldn’t let us, Spooky, said she wanted to wait for Sad Eyes.” Oso spoke up first, looking at him with a worried expression.

“Are you crazy?! We’re going to the hospital— ahora!” Oscar leaned down to help up his sister by her upper arm, ignoring her pleas of not wanting to go just yet in case her fiancé showed up.

“Oscar— we have to wait for him! Aghhh!” A loud yelp of pain passed her lips, gripping her brother’s hand so tight he hissed.

“You can’t wait any longer. Cesar, get inside grab the hospital bag. We’re leaving now whether you like it or not.” His gruff tone leaving her no room to argue as Cesar ran inside the house to get the go bag.

“Help me get ‘er up.” Oscar nodded to Oso who immediately complied. With an arm each under hers, they helped her walk to the waiting vehicle at her pace.

“He can’t miss the birth of his baby.” She whimpered quietly, making her brother’s heart break but nonetheless put her in his car slowly.

“If anyone hears from him, tell him where we are.” Oscar commanded Oso who wasted no time in checking if he had gotten a call back yet.

“Good luck, hermana, we’re praying for a safe delivery. Te amo.” Cesar kissed her head and then her round belly, saying a small prayer with his palm against her stomach.

“Te amo— gracias Cesar.” She whispered before groaning in pain slightly, leaning back in the passenger seat.

The red Impala pulled off the curb and onto the street, racing to the nearest hospital.

“Stay with me, alright? He’ll be here. We ain’t know baby girl was comin’ this early—“

“Baby boy—“ She managed to grit out through her teeth.

Some of the gang had been convinced it would be a baby girl, even Jose himself. She felt it was going to be a baby boy, claiming it was a “mother’s instinct” to know the sex of the baby. Plus, she’d read one too many old wives tales on Google to help her come up with the decision.

Even though he was mad that she waited this long before telling him she was having labor pains, he couldn’t help but smile and shake his head at her stubborn attitude.

Her water hadn’t broken yet though the contractions were stronger than ever. A gasp left her lips as she clutched onto the dashboard, nails digging into it, breathing heavily.

“We’re almost there. Hold on.” She didn’t miss the panic in Oscar’s voice as they arrived into the emergency department. Oscar came around on her side to help her out.

“I can’t— I can’t get out of the car.” She struggled to get up off of the seat, panting when she tried to lift herself, a sharp pain shooting through her abdomen.

Oscar let go of her hand, “Just don’t move,” He turned his head towards two EMT workers clearly having a lunch break on the back of their truck, “Hey! Lemme get some help over here!”

The two of them looked their way, immediately jumping into action seeing the woman in pain.

One of them grabbed a folded up wheelchair from the back of their truck, running across the parking lot to their aid.

Just as they reached her side, she felt a warm liquid trail down her legs, “Oh shit. My water.” She looked down wide eyed at the wet seat of the Impala and then back up at the man helping her.

“You’re okay. Take deep breaths. What’s your relation?” He looked to Oscar, eyeing the Santos cross on the side of his neck.

“I’m her brother.” He looked the EMT up and down with a scowl.

“Right— we’ll just get her inside.” The EMT’s eyes widening, helping her get into the wheelchair with precise speed having been trained for this moment.

•••

“Oscar, the labor process can be hours long. You don’t have to stay— really.” She tried to reason with him, holding onto the side rail of the bed so hard she felt like she could break it.

Oscar shook his head bregudgingly, “I’ll be right here. I don’t know when— when Jose’s gonna show up. Until he does, I’ll be by your side.”

She let a single tear roll down her cheek, trying not to think of where her spouse was. She prayed to God he wasn’t in trouble and would contact them soon. Oscar noticed the way she grew quiet at the sound of his name, leaning over in his chair to hold her hand, placing his forehead against hers.

“You got this, hermana. Baby’s gonna be fine, Jose’s gonna be fine.” Oscar closed his eyes breathing in a deep breath as she cried for the first time that night. He didn’t know whether it was from the stress, from the nerves, or from his second-in-command and the father to his sister’s baby was not there.

As the minutes passed by, he’d began to feel guilty. Sad Eyes was doing a run for him in dangerous territory, alone. He hadn’t picked up his phone the first few times, no one was able to get a hold of him. What if he died because of him? Oscar would never let that guilt go, praying to God he was okay.

•••

An excruciating 7 hours later, she was fully dilated and ready to push this baby out into the world.

“Ms. Diaz, your doctor is here. We’re ready to push, sweetheart.” An older nurse walked into the room, smiling sweetly at the younger girl.

She looked to her brother who nodded his head encouragingly and then back at the nurse, “Okay. I’m ready.”

“Dad, will you be staying for the birth?”

“I’m her brother,” Oscar comments as politely as he could without glaring at the nurse who hadn’t known any better, “I’ll be right next to her.” He looks at his sister who had a somber smile on her face at his comment.

The nurses assigned to her worked around the two of them to assist the doctor, putting out any other equipment that they may have needed.

Oscar’s phone rung for a split second, sending a wave of hope through her body as she looked over to him with wide eyes. He looked at the caller ID, Cesar’s name showing up.

“Cesar— you hear anythin’?” He spoke into the phone just as the doctor came in.

“No. Nothing yet. Is she okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine. She’s about to have the baby.” Oscar looked at the doctor who was saying something to his sister as she nodded her head agreeing with what was being said.

“Oscar— hello? You’re breaking up—“ Cesar’s voice cutting in and out of the receiver making Oscar hang up all together out of frustration.

“Okay, let’s get this baby out. The sex of the baby is still a surprise right?” The doctor asked, placing herself between her legs.

“Yes, it is.” She whispered, grinning slightly at her OB. Oscar stayed near her head, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and moving some of her hair out of the way with his thumb.

“I’m scared, Oscar, I’m so fucking scared.” She whispered, eyes closing as the doctor told her what to do in order to make her feel more comfortable.

“You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna do this together, alright?” Oscar took her trembling hand in his larger one, letting her squeeze it as hard as she needed to.

“When you feel a contraction coming, start pushing.” One of the nurses educated her on what to do as she nodded her head.

“I feel ahh— I feel a contraction!” She yelled out, the doctor encouraging her to push. She grunted, giving one hard push before panting, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Oscar grimaced not being able to understand the pain of childbirth but sure as hell watching the pain on his sister’s face as she pushed his niece or nephew out.

The same nurse from earlier tilted her head to her chest from the other side of the bed not letting her lay flat, talking her through the process and whispering sweet words.

“Ahhhh!” She screamed louder than she intended to, giving it her all with another push as she squeezed her brother’s hand.

“Almost there, sweetie, you’re doing great— one final push. Big push, come on I know you can do it.” The doctor supported her as she was finally able to see the baby’s head come through.

“Come on— one more push.” Oscar smiled wide, looking from the doctor to his sister.

She breathed in through her nose just like those birthing technique books had taught her, pushing for the last time, body exhausted due to what she’d endured for the past few hours.

“It’s a boy!” A loud wail sounded throughout the room, the sound of her baby boy being born.

“I have a nephew. I’m so proud of you.” Oscar held her face between his hands kissing the top of her head over and over again.

“I have a baby boy. Oh my god.” She whispered, tears flooding her eyes.

“Congratulations. He’s precious!” The nurse next to her smiled at the sweet boy who was getting cleaned up with towels and fidgeting slightly in the little basin. She couldn’t wait to hold him.

“Let me the fuck in! That’s my wife in there!” An angry voice yelled outside of the delivery room, prompting Oscar to let go of his sister and check out what was happening.

“Jose?!” The words came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them, recognizing the sound of her fiancé’s voice just about anywhere.

“Ms. Diaz, we are gonna have you do skin to skin with your baby boy. Sit back for a moment—“ The nurse instructed her to lie back on the bed.

“Sir, we cannot have you yelling on this floor.” Another much calmer voice spoke to the mystery man.

“Spooky! Is she in there?! Is my baby in there?!” Jose questioned his leader as soon as he saw him. He had a cut above his eyebrow that was bleeding slightly and a bruise forming on his jawline as well as a few other bruises that crept down his neck.

“He’s the father.” Oscar glared at the person who’d told him to keep his voice down. He nodded his head towards the door, not letting anyone else interfere with him getting into the delivery room.

It was like everything was moving in slow motion, from their baby boy being placed on her chest to the moment their eyes met.

“Jose.” She gasped, eyes welling up with tears at the sight of her fiancé who looked like he was hurting more than her.

The room went silent, all eyes on the interaction that was happening before them and on the Santo who was covered in blood.

“Gracias a Dios.” Jose nearly fell to his knees at the bedside taking the hand that wasn’t holding their son and bringing her knuckles up to his lips.

“We have a son, Jose.” She smiled and laughed all at the same time, grasping onto his hand so tightly like he would disintegrate any minute.

“Te quiero siempre y para siempre.” Jose whispered as the older nurse who’d cared for her brought him a wipe for his face and he took it, grateful for her caring instincts.

“I’m gonna wash my hands, okay? And then I’m gonna hold our son.” He nodded, letting go of her hand to stand up and walk to the sink, scrubbing his hands clean and ridding himself of the soiled flannel shirt he had over his tank top.

“What happened? I was scared that you were—“ The words caught in her throat barely able to get them out.

“I’d never, ever leave you,” Jose kissed her lips for the first time that night making any and every worry she had melt away. “Don’t think like that, mi amor.”

“You’re right. I know you wouldn’t,” She wiped a tear from her cheek sniffling as she looked down at their son nestled against her chest. “He’s perfect like his daddy.”

Jose smiled, reaching a finger down for his baby boy to grasp, his tiny fingers wrapping around his daddy’s finger as a reflex.

“We’re gonna let you have some time. Let me know if you need anything or have any questions.” Her OB left them to their own accord, leaving a nurse behind in case they needed help.

“Dad, why don’t you have a seat. I’ll put the baby on your chest, how’s that sound?” The nurse smiled up at Jose, pulling the chair closer to the bed for him.

Their baby boy cooed and squirmed as he was removed off of his mother, carefully being placed onto Jose’s strong chest.

“Mi vida. Papi te ama por siempre.” He whispered while caressing his back softly as the baby relaxed in his arms.

“I’m so sorry that I couldn’t make it in time for the birth. I tried so hard. I really did, nena.” He sighed, watching her watch the two of them interact. He could tell she was upset over the fact that he wasn’t there to witness their baby being born. But he was thankful that she had Oscar there because he knew he’d never leave his sister all alone.

“It’s okay. None of that matters, my love. You’re here now and that’s all I ever need.”

“Damn, I can’t believe we have a baby boy. I really thought it was going to be a beautiful little girl. Shit— half the guys thought so too.” Jose thought back to the way the Santos would place bets on the baby’s gender, his fianceé being the one to collect nearly half of it since she’d been right all along.

“Mother’s instinct. I told you, baby.” She smiled, giggling at the way he rolled his eyes playfully.

“The next baby I put in you is gonna be a girl, mamas, I can tell you that much. Father’s instinct.” He joked back, chuckling at the way she blushed at his words.

“She just had a baby and you’re already talking about a second one, mano?” Oscar’s voice startling them both as he walked back into the room.

“Spooky, man, thank you. For everything. I owe you.”

“Nah— you don’t owe me nothin’. Don’t worry about it,” Oscar waved his statement away, “I do wanna hold my nephew though.” He smirked down at the sleeping baby in his brother-in-law’s arms.

“For sure, man.” Jose stood up slowly with the baby on his chest still, moving carefully as not to disturb his slumber.

She watched from the bed as her older brother held his nephew for the first time, “He likes you, Oscar.” She awed from her bed, eyes watering at the way her son immediately felt comfortable in her brother’s arms.

“He better. I kinda watched him come out of you.” Oscar joked making her roll her eyes at the statement.

She watched on as her brother bounced in place with the baby, “You’re gonna be an amazing father one day, Oscar. I know God has big plans for you. I just know it.” She smiled at him.

“Mother’s instinct?” He said with a shaky voice, tears welling up in his eyes for the first time since the baby had been born.

“Yeah, something like that.” She shook her head, giggling at the ongoing joke that she’d probably never hear the end of.

•••

“Cesar, support the neck, mano.” Oscar instructed his brother softly over his shoulder making sure he didn’t drop their nephew the first time holding him.

“Like this?” Cesar put a palm under his neck making the baby grin, “Look! He’s smiling at me. We’re gonna be best friends.” He spoke to the little boy in his arms.

It was their first day home from the hospital and they were a little bit nervous if they were being honest.

“He’s so cute. Like a little chicken nugget. Could just eat him up.” Jamal cooed at the baby from next to Cesar.

Oscar glared at him as he spoke, making him shut up immediately. Her son had become a superstar the moment they got home, everyone wanting to see him and hold him all at once.

“Yo, can you look after him for a second? I gotta talk to her—“ Jose’s hushed tone made Oscar turn his head towards him.

“Go ahead, I got him.” Oscar made sure the baby was safe, shooing his compa away.

“Nena, come ‘ere.” Jose grabbed her hand in his, pulling her down the hall of the Diaz residence to her room.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned him, eyebrows furrowing in concern as he sat on the edge of her bed pulling her between his legs.

“I just wanna talk, me and you. I wanna apologize about the other night. I know, and you don’t have to deny it, that it broke your heart when I wasn’t there by your side for the birth of our son. I would do anything to go back to that moment and do it over again.” He breathed out, his thumb rubbing the back of her knuckles softly, specifically the spot where the beautiful diamond engagement ring rested on her finger.

She stared at him, eyes focusing on the cut above his brow and the bruise on his handsome jawline, rubbing her thumb across his cheekbone softly before speaking again.

“Jose, I already told you, it doesn’t matter. You can’t change the past so let’s look forward to the future. You can be there for the next one. And the one after that. And then the one after that—“ She giggled at the way his expression changed, squeezing her hip telling her to slow it down.

“I love you. Por siempre. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” He reached an arm up behind her neck to bring her lips to his as she moved to straddle his waist, resting her head against his chest hearing his heartbeat under her palm.

“I love you.” She closed her eyes, reveling in the way his heart pounded faster in his chest at her confession.

“Y’know Oscar’s really good with baby boy. He’s like— a nanny or something in another life.” Jose couldn’t help but confess, chuckling slightly.

She laughed loudly at the statement, bracing herself on his shoulders, “Honestly, if he can put our son to sleep on nights that we need breaks, he can be whoever he wants to be.”

[set-phasers-to-whump]

“don’t look”

prompt: “don’t look”

whumpee: kurt wallander

fandom: young wallander

hi i am going to be honest this may very well Suck...i am not feeling very good which is just Great and i didn’t spend a lot of time like, writing or editing so idk

Something creaks ominously above him. Kurt glances up, seeing only the various pieces of the top part of the building - pipes and tubes and other metal parts of the like, presumably part of the building’s heating and plumbing systems. Seeing nothing of importance, Kurt shrugs and continues on behind Rask, their footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. 

All of a sudden the creaking noise returns, and then there’s a sort of rumbling, shuddering sound, and Kurt again looks up in time to see a large metallic box - air conditioning unit, maybe? - which is about to fall directly on top of him. 

He dives out of the way, hitting the concrete hard, and covers the back of his neck with his hands until the noise of the thing crashing down subsides. 

Kurt moves to get up, blinking open his eyes in the dust, but finds he can’t. His left leg isn’t moving, and he feels something pressing into it. He tries again to move the leg, but feels a strange sensation in it, even as it moves a tiny bit. Something tells him to stop, so he does, then raises his head to get a look at whatever it is that’s stopping him from moving. 

“Don’t look,” Rask says from next to him, a warning tone in her voice, but of course the second she says it, he has to look. 

As soon as his eyes light on his leg, he feels a wave of dizziness and nausea roll through his body, followed quickly by a pain greater than anything he’s ever felt before. 

He can’t tear his eyes away from it all, in a sick kind of fascination. There’s a metal...box of some kind, what he presumes had produced the ominous creaking sound, sitting on his leg, which is absolutely screaming in pain. Even though quite a bit of the injury is hidden to him, courtesy of the metal box currently atop it, he can see enough of it, from when he’d tried to pull himself away. 

His leg is mangled, there’s no other word for it. If he concentrates hard enough he can see the bone sticking out through the skin, horribly white and pale and covered in blood. It looks almost alien, and it absolutely terrifies him to look at it. 

It also hurts more than anything he has ever experienced in his whole life, a crushing, breathtaking, and unbearably hot pain. 

He screams, unable to stop himself. It’s raw and unending, a mix of pure pain and terror at the sight of his leg looking not at all like it should, and hurting more than he thinks can even be possible. 

Dimly, Kurt registers hands touching him, voices above him saying something, but he’s disconnected from all of it. The only thing he can really feel is the pain. 

He passes out just as his voice breaks from the screaming. 

—

He wakes up once, lying down, voices all around him. He’s curiously numb and feels really weird, dizzy and lightheaded and completely disoriented. He passes out again as he’s trying desperately to think of where he is. 

—

The next time he wakes up, he stays awake, and he still feels kind of numb, but fairly normal, if tired, otherwise. 

He looks around himself, pointedly not focusing on the cast on his left leg, which evokes some kind of subconscious pain just from looking at it. The room he’s in is empty, save for him, and for Reza, who is standing by a window. 

“Hey,” Kurt says to him, voice scratchy. 

Reza comes over immediately, looking Kurt over with scrutinizing eyes. 

“Hey,” he echoes. “How you feeling?”

Kurt shrugs. “Okay,” he says. Nothing really hurts, except his throat, and he thinks overall he could be doing a lot worse. 

“Here,” Reza says, and he carefully hands Kurt a plastic cup of water from the table next to his bed. 

Kurt drinks the water, which feels nice on his aching throat. He wonders why it hurts, feels the hint of a memory, but decides not to dwell on that too long. It can’t be anything good. 

Someone knocks at the door then, and Reza gets up. Kurt watches, sees him make some kind of gesture through its window. 

“Close your eyes,” Reza instructs. “Don’t look.”

Kurt obliges, though he can’t help feeling a sense of unease at Reza’s words. His eyes slip closed, and he feels his body already trying to sleep again. 

“Open!” cries a young voice that is definitely not Reza. Kurt opens his eyes, thoughts of sleep forgotten, momentarily stunned by the scene around him. 

Reza’s still there, to his right, but now Jas is there, too, holding Reza’s hand, and Shaba’s standing between them, grinning at him. At the end of the bed stands Rask, and behind her a few other members of the Major Crimes division. To his left is Mona, a small smile on her face that is equal parts worried and fond. 

He finds himself physically incapable of speaking for a moment as he takes them all in. Shaba climbs into the bed next to him, throwing surprisingly gentle arms around his neck. 

“Shaba!” Jasmine scolds, but Kurt shakes his head.

“It’s all right, Jas.”

She looks at him worriedly for a second before stepping closer and putting a hand to his cheek. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” she says. 

He feels his face heat up slightly at the thought that anyone had been worried about him, as Reza sets a hand on his shoulder. 

“We’re all glad you’re okay,” he adds, turning and kissing his wife on the cheek. 

Rask moves closer and pats him on his uninjured foot. “Don’t you fu-” she stops, eyes landing on Shaba, still sitting next to Kurt. “Don’t you do that again,” she warns, and Kurt feels like this is a bit unfair - it’s not like he asked to get crushed by a...whatever the hell that thing had been. Air conditioning unit, maybe? He tries to remember if the metal had felt cold, but all he can remember is blinding pain, so he abandons that train of thought and simply replies, “I’ll try my best not to.”

Mona goes last, running a hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead. She presses their foreheads together and whispers, “you scared me, Kurt.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know it’s not your fault,” she reassures. “You don’t need to apologize. Just get better, yeah?”

He nods. He can do that, he thinks. Probably. 

“And don’t you think you’re gonna be alone in that,” Reza says, and Kurt turns his head quickly to look at his best friend, having momentarily forgotten that they’d had an audience. 

“We’re all gonna be here for you,” Reza asserts, and Kurt sees everyone else nod in agreement. It’s a bit overwhelming, really, to have this proof laid in front of him that he is surrounded by people who care about him. He can’t stop a few tears from welling in his eyes, and he sniffs, trying to stop them before anyone sees.  

“Don’t cry, Uncle Kurt,” Shaba says, putting a small hand to his face. “We’re gonna make you all better.”

He smiles at her, raises a tired hand to ruffle affectionately through her hair. “I know you will,” he says, looking around the room, worried that someone might disagree, even now. 

“Of course we will,” says Rask, of all people. 

“We’ve got you,” Reza agrees. 

“Always,” adds Jasmine. 

“We’re here, Kurt,” finishes Mona. 

He knows he ought to be feeling a lot of things right now - upset at his injury, worried about the road ahead, pained by the memory of being crushed - but as he looks around the room, packed full of the people he cares about, and who care about him, all he can feel is happiness. 

thanks for reading this and sorry if it sucked! aghhh

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Hey so I found u thru the Halved Live Funnies and I gotta ask... whose Leon? What series these dudes from?

i got this ask and then forgot about it for like 2 days. anyways.

IVE ANSWERED THIS BEFORE BUT. GOD. LEON. ok so like....... long story short last year was when i first played resident evil........ bc we got a copy of re2remake in and.... jesus christ. i hyperfixated so fucking hard for the better part of a year going on into this year. and then i watched hl/vr and well. we know where that went. but now i am once again hyperfixated and now im back to where i was in like.... june of last year LMAO. but anyways i am once again going to ramble under the cut about them <3 (seriously. its very long and doesnt go much of anywhere. also spoilers)

tl/dr:

OK. SO. resident evil. the last time i answered this ask i either hadnt played some of them or just completely forgot the plot of others LOL but now upon beating/playing a large majority of them (besides 6 which i have not touched yet, and 7 is first person and im not rly interested in it rn)...... well others have said this as well but if you like cheesy b action movies you would love resident evil!!! 

the orig 1-2 are more survival horror which is what i like the most. 3 is where it starts branching into more actiony stuff but is still survival horror. but 4 and after is just like..... cheesy action stuff which is fine but not really like.... my thing. altho i do think that they are fun in a “this plot is hilariously bad” type way because i do enjoy horrible things. but people who like resident evil dont like it for the plot they like it for the characters. and for me i latched the fuck onto leon kennedy and tyrant t-00 aka mr fucking x

listen.......... you guys know me relatively well enough to know that i have a type......... and i would define leon as not really fitting under it usually because he is 1. under 6 foot 2. human and 3. very much not a villain. but something about (mostly remake) leon hits fucking different!!!!!! hes kind and means well, thinks about others constantly, looks like an actual fucking person in the in game graphics instead of being some manufactured perfect model, nice voice, etc....... i fucking care him so much. also gameplay wise i find his weapons to be more enjoyable than claires so i always end up playing his route/2nd route the most compared to hers. but i do also like claire :) shes nice and epic

i dont really like the newer leons (4 and afterwards) as much.... i mean a lot of it has to do with trauma and general “growing up” after what happened in re2 but hes just so constantly... snarky? jaded? constantly spouting lines to make him seem cool? when in my head hes very much like... a loser LMAO. i mean dont get me wrong hes a badass. he survives a fucking zombie outbreak and nearly gets murdered dozens of time. thats the definition of badass. but also you cannot change my mind that hes also a anxious loser twunk. there is literally nothing you can do to convince me he is “cool” like the games and movies want to think. this is probably heresy to re fans but this is my truth

https://youtu.be/aVZWuSfGStk?t=129

here is a vid of his cutscenes. obvious spoilers in there but you can skip around and see how cute he is. also yes in his first cutscene he is listening to butt rock. i switch between thinking hes just listening to it because nothing else is on the radio or his taste really is that terrible

also you literally CANNOT convince me that he is straight. the games try SOOOOO hard to get you to ship leon/ada or leon/claire but like...... i cannot see it. he has one of the gayest run animations i have ever seen in re2 remake and i mean... he just radiates gay trans man energy to me. also please look at this small scene from one of the animated movies where a licker jumps on top of him and he wraps his legs around its hips and lifts it off of him to not die. gay king

https://youtu.be/d-VNikxYBPw?t=9

but yes ive basically decided to ignore all characterization from re4 and onwards regarding leon at least. every leon after that is not my leon (except in special cases when im thinking about something like leon/jd from re damnation..... they did jd so dirty and they should have fucking kissed. or how cute he looked in vendetta sometimes)

ANYWAYS. MR X

so basically there are these enemies in resident evil called “tyrants” that are manufactured by the evil capitalist company umbrella that are near indestructible save for like.... rocket launchers or super heavy artillery that youre not buying at your local gun store. and in re2 one of them get sent to the police station where leon and claire are and is told to wipe out all witnesses. (i also do think that 2 or more were sent there... or at least in the area when this happened due to some very obvious plot hole stuff on each route no matter how you play, even tho the devs have come out and said that only 1 existed in the game and that each route is like “a parallel dimension” to each other. i wont go into it more than that but i choose to ignore that)

and well. when i first played it i knew of mr x but didnt like... know much about him other than that he was a monster and Tall (like 7 or 8 feet tall) and that he chased you around. that already sold me on him but then. well. you first encounter him because he lifts up an entire goddamn helicopter and then proceeds to chase you. and it was then that i knew i was in deep shit because he fucking stomped his way into my heart and never left.

mr x basically has serious Side Character Disorder where (even tho the remake made him very cool and epic and did him really well compared to nemesis in re3 remake which is an entire different can of worms) he has LITERALLY no personality or like. thoughts. or anything. hes only there to chase you around and be on screen for like 10 seconds for a couple of cutscenes and then not show up again until the very end of the game for you to fight on leons route. but god. he means so fucking much to me. 

you know how people latch onto random side characters that have no personality and essentially flesh them out more than the creators ever will? thats me with mr x. its gotten to the point where certain songs come on on my spotify and i actually get EMOTIONS or even TEARS because they remind me of him, but its not even really HIM, its the fucking ideas that ive come up with regarding him because all he ever does in game is chase you around and punch you and then die and is never brought up again

but anyways. mr x is a tall monster who chases leon and claire around in their routes but mr x is leons main monster in the game (claire has a different one). he chases leon around, literally never stops looking at him as he chases him, gets hit by an entire fucking car which then explodes BUT THEN chases him down into the sewers and into a secret underground lab just to get to him like a fucking bloodhound who, once he has the scent, will never stop chasing him

(you can see why this made me kind of insane)

just. AGHHH. the tyrants in this series get treated so dirty. i desperately want capcom to give us some sort of tyrant that can actually fucking like.... go against orders and brainwashing or whatever and actually have emotions and thoughts!!!!!!!!!! but capcom would never do anything with it cause its a rough and tough action series and people arent here to see tyrants have some sort of thought process beyond punching and killing and people only want to shoot guns at them instead of thinking about the possibilities of a tyrant that goes against its programming.

i so desperately want an au where mr x got the transmitter shot off of the side of his head (and while capcom never mentioned this ever many re2 fans have since decided that it is what feeds info/orders to him. i flip flop between thinking that it either is near controlling him and prevents free will and thought or that its just giving him orders and that hes just burying/hiding/not showing free will and thought in fear of being killed. either that or someone at umbrella is “piloting” him but also the whole point of tyrants is that theyre supposed to be smart enough to think for themselves somewhat so... eh). GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!

ive explained a bunch of this stuff in my other ask about it but just...... xleon means so much to me when it should not and will never be actually canon

anyways please play re2 remake at least, you dont have to know everything about re1 to like it, just go into it knowing that a few months ago in the mountains outside raccoon city claires brother chris and a few members on his team went to a mansion where they discovered umbrella doing shady zombie shit there. re2 remake was hyped up for years for a reason and it is really good, even if its short (altho i do appreciate short games in this day and age cause not every game needs to be like 60 plus hours long). 

maybe one day when its not late and i can actually think i will explain all this better but todays not that day <3

(EDIT: ALSO RE DAMNATION TYRANTS ARE 14 FEET TALL. AND CHASE AROUND LEON AND ACTUALLY FUCKING RUN. FUN FACT! anyways while i do think jd in that movie and leon should kiss i also want leon and a tyrant from that movie to kiss. bye)

[seblore]

everyday i wake up and you still havent posted your evermore rant </3

there u go boo 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

GDBDNSKDJHHDDNDS GIRL................ ok so i very cleverly avoided ranking folklore because every song REALLY HIT and the whole album was just SO.. SO.. yeah. i can however rank miss evermore. i dont want to compare the two album i do not get the point in that. both give off really different vibes. now what i will say is with folklore, AS AN ALBUM, it is just a master masterpiece. The songs flowed amazingly with each other and really held you close the entire first listen. at least thats what I felt like <3 with evermore however, the individual songs are OMG!!! THERE IS LITERALLY NO SONG I DONT LIKE FROM ANY OF THE TWO ALBUMS. but as an album on the first listen i did feel a bit disconnected from evermore which didnt happen to me with folklore. why i think that might’ve happened is BECAUSE taylor is just so brilliant m8.... the MASSIVE contrasting emotions between the songs was too much for my little brain to handle.

Ok so now that’s out of the way dhsjsk time for rankings :) i have no idea where im going to put each song im just going to make it up as we go <3 ill ALSO give you my fave lyrics from each if I remember it <333 (oh and also you’ll notice marjorie isnt here. im sorry but i never listened to it after the first listen because it hits a little too close to home and i dont want to unpack all of that now im sorry! it is a beautiful song)

14. Closure: she popped off <3 she really said dont treat me like a situation that needs to be handled 💃🤙💯 a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics HOWEVER its the first song i couldnt connect with thus it’s down here BUT I STILL WOULD LISTEN TO IT ON REPEAT THO... the last in my ranking but still fucks 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ thats taylor swift 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

13. long story short: i have never been in a relationship ever BUT GODDAMN ‘pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips’ hdjsksksjjddjnBbdns jddd ubebs!:!?:?:$3&39383$hzjs WOAH.... and this bitch really summarized the full 2016 drama with long story short it was a bad time. HILARITY. yeah not much to say here tho this is just the ‘at least one mandatory song to shake your tits to on each ts album’ song of evermore <3 and always remember that if the shoe fits walk in it TILL YOUR HIGH HEELS BREAK WOOH ANDIFELLDOWNTHEPEDESTALRIGHTDOWNTHERA—

12: dorothea: making a lark of misery :D RENt free. i had to listen to ‘if youre tired of being known for who you know you know youll always know me’ 113 times to finally understand it tho 😐 some of us are stupid and illiterate have you ever thought about that miss swift???? anyways TINGTINGTINGINGINGING THE STARS IN YOUR EYES SHINED BRIGHTER IN TUPELO <33333 such an innocent feel good song I LOVE!!!!!

11. ivy: the goddamn here and the hush of mirrorball ARE THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 😽 another lyrical masterclass <3 ‘id live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time’ IS2G!!!!!!!!!!! anyways what if you cheated on your husband with me and i cheated on my husband with you and my pain fit in the palm of your freezing hands 😳 JK JK 😅 unless...... 🤪😏 hdjsks yeah this song is magnificently cursed and i am in love with it 🧎‍♀️

10. tis the damn season: this song is august but the other side of the coin. august but four months later. AUGUST SLIPPED AWAY LIKE A BOTTLE OF WINE- THE HOLIDAYS LINGER LIKE A BAD PERFUMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... she sounds so pretty goshhh! ‘time flies messy as the mud on your truck tires NOW IM MISSING YOUR SMILE hear me out we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now’ is on repeat in my mind. and as always the bridge ::::::::::::::.............:::::::::::::: how does she do this everytime. ‘and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking’ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ after every ts song i listen my expectations about true love grows exponentially and my chances of finding true love falls exponentially simultaneously ADIEU.

9. willow: she really took the invisible string quartet and put it in huh..................... FUCKED IN THE HEADDDDDDDDDDDDDD. what can i say <3 its just such a pretty song <3 hashtag gorgeous hashtag i cant say anything to its face. WRECK MY PLANS!!!!!! WRECK IT BITCH!!! ‘wait for the signal and ill meet you after dark’ LOVE STORY WHIPLASH. also mate i cant even focus on the song she looks SO GOOD in the music video i—

8. happiness: !!!! what can i say.... one of the best songs of the album hands down. lyrical masterpiece AND musically rich. she really logged into tumblr dot com and typed out ‘THERE’LL BE HAPPINESS AFTER YOU’ AND ‘THERE WAS HAPPINESS BECAUSE OF YOU’ ARE IDEAS THAT CAN COEXIST and logged off...... h8 her and her insanity. the one word i have to describe this song is: picturesque. tis a picturesque song <3 oh and dfbhhffcbhDDVHHTRSDVJK when i heard ‘i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you’ i audibly GASPED and then she says ‘no i didnt mean that sorry i cant see facts through all of my fury’................. i fell out of my chair. IT FELT LIKE AS IF SHE HEARD MY GASP AND TOLD ME SPECIFICALLY THAT NO SHE DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT... anyways yeah. ill write an article one day named THE SWIFT DECEPTION OF TAYLOR about how she keeps writing songs with deceptive titles and this will be the opening case 😈🤙 also the fact that this is one of my faves and i put it in number 8 says a lot......

7. evermore: i havent recovered from ‘motion capture. put me in a bad light’. i mean come on the whole goddamn song is a lyrical masterpiece. ‘writing letters addressed to the fire’. IS SHE OK!????????????? i think tf not. beautiful song beautiful arrangement. iver sounded really good too. and lol lol rofl WOOFWOOFbarkbark ‘HEY DECEMBER GUESS IM FEELING UNMOORED’ unmoored definition from google dot com: no longer attached. she doesn’t go back to december anymore. about2 faint oml. long story short: i did not survive. THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE........ what i felt with this song is that she took the quarantine sadness we all felt at least once this year and made it into a masterpiece of a song. couldve been easily the top song on any album except this. no i will not elaborate <3

6. no body no crime: i cannot believe. she teased us with a musical number. this woman teased us with. a musical number. I THINK SHE IS WRITING A MUSICAL BUT I JUST CANT PROVE IT! when she wins that tony 16 years later call me prophetic xoxo. anyways yeah she literally wrote this to flex her storytelling abilities. send tweet 🐥

5. cowboy like me: YEEEHAWWW I’LL BE HONEST WITH YOU I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FULL SONG SOUNDS LIKE I JUST HAVE THE BRIDGE ON REPEAT!!!! OMFG!!! the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. AAAA!! ??? STFU. IM NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THE LYRICS MATE THE WAY ITS SUNG!!!!!!! GUT WRENCHING! the best bridge she has ever written musically. i cant stop listening to it. REALLYYY DID BELIEEEVE I WAS THE ONEEE. STORIESSS ABOUT WHEEEN YOU PASSSEDDD THROUGHH TOWN. y e l l. and then she hits me with ‘now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon.’ L ???? M !!!!! A $$$$$ O “”””” i had to pause it and sit there for 10 minutes to take in what i had just heard. case closed critical hit sustained yeedhawd.

4. tolerate it: i cried. the only reason it’s not 1 is because it hurt me too much. WHAT THE FUCK YOU MF YOU ASSUME IM FINE BUT WYD IF I BREAK FREE AND LEAVE US IN THE RUINS???? TOOK THIS DAGGER IN ME AND REMOV— m8 this physically hurts me everytime. if its all in my head TELL ME RN. aghhh aRghhhhhhh. pain. and lol she broke down sleep to its bare essentials ‘breathing with your eyes closed’.

3. ??? coney island: i know it’s a bit of a controversial top three but WHO CARES 🕴this is solely here for ‘AND IM SITTING ON A BENCH IN CONEY ISLAND wondering where did my BABYy GO’ im shaking. my bed is shaking. my body is shaking. my pupils are shaking. THE WAY SHE SINGS IT OH MY GOODNESS ME i have to lie down gimme a sec. ‘and if this is the long haul howd we get here so soon 😟’ SCREAM. and when i was hearing it for the first time and she said ‘sorry for not making you my centerfold’ i was like yeah and?? so what?? and then she hits me with ‘over and over’...... so she didnt make him/her/them her centerfold over and over !!!!!!! she is sorry she didnt do it over and over!!!!!! mannn.... the chorus.. i shall not speak. i am held at gunpoint i CANNOT SPEAK. the bridge tho dhdnsksksjsb I CAN SPEAK AND I SHALL SPEAK. BITCH WENT OFFFFFFFF. <3 this is the apology she deserved from her exes which she never got so she wrote it herself. podium. grey skies. birthday cake. ACCIDENT. im laughingggggggggggg <///3 and yeah so overall it is a really yummy song with yummy vocals and yummy arrangement 9/10 would recommend. also!! life lessons kids life lessons. disappointments? SIMPLY CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PRETEND YOU DO NOT SEE IT YAAAAAAAAAS

2. gold rush: ETHEREAL!!!!!! The last time i felt like this™️ whilst listening to a song was with mirrorball <3 the production of this song omg omg omg LOVE 💃 but what propelled it to number two status was the ‘i dont like slow motion double vision in ROSE BLUSH/ i dont like that falling feels like flying till the BONE CRUSH’ imagine how fucked in the head a person needs to be to rhyme rose blush with bone crush. yeah i have nothing more to say really this song is extremely gorgeous and ‘eyes like sinking ships on water so inviting i almost jumped in’ / ‘walk past quick brush’ ?:!:!&:8483 F A V E <33333 and the transition transmission transfusion from ‘... gray old tea cuz itll never be ᵍˡᵉᵃᵃᵃᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡⁱⁿᵍᵍᵍᵍ’ MADAME

1. champagne problems: are we surprised? ARE WE REALLY SURPRISED? when listening to new albums i normally listen to it at one go in order. i stick to that rule. HOWEVER after many years of my solid album listening self made rule tm i finally broke and immediately replayed this mf song after listening to it once. ‘you had a speech, youre speechless/ love slipped beyond your reaches’???? stfu???? VILE. PUNISHABLE. DEROGATORY. and welp the entire bridge ...... .... ........... what can i say. And the parallels to miss all too well??? WHAT WAS THE REASON???? your SISTER splashed out on the bottle- left my scarf there at your SISTER’s house 😐 she’ll patch up your tapestry that i SHRED- maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you TORE it all up 😐 your MOM’s ring in your pocket- your MOTHER’s telling stories bout you on the tee ball team 😐 November flush and your FLANNEL cure- PLAID shirt days and nights when you made me your own 😐 wHAT A SHAME SHE IS FUCKED IN THE HEAD IS2G........... and also why would she not rhyme POCKET with LOCKET?????? why with wallet???????????? slant rhyme why????????????? AND THE NOTE THIS MF SONG ENDS ON..... FUCKED IN THE HEAD

THATS IT. i really sat here and did this for the past 2 hours huh...... hhdjsms anyways LONG STORY SHORT: I HATE ONE INSANE WOMAN AND HER NAME IS TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. GODSPEEED 🏃‍♀️

[joontier]

Buzzkill

김태형

Kim Taehyung

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: taehyung x reader

Genre: SMUT, humor, fluff, tae as a husband and dad! au

Words: 2.1k

Summary: The title says it all...

Note: AGHHH THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IM POSTING SMUT AASDFJS please tell me if it’s okay or not!!

MASTERLIST

You’ve invited other kids from the block to come over for your son’s sixth birthday party, and everything was going as planned, until you’d suggested the lot that you bake the cake together and now the first floor of your house looked like a hurricane swept through it. Hyunjae’s toys were strewn across the living room, flour-covered stools in complete disarray, and your son and his friends were running around the house like their lives depended on it.

You’ve found the sight endearing at the least, since it’s been a while since Hyunjae was running around wildly like this. The last time he was this energetic was when you and Taehyung brought him to an indoor playground place and the kid was literally bouncing on his feet the entire time.

Hearing a pattern of knocks coming from your front door signaling your husband’s arrival, you wipe off the rest of the flour stuck on your cheek as you walked towards the door. Revealing your husband who was struggling with unbuttoning his cufflinks, Taehyung looked up from his wrists and a boxy smile suddenly appears on his face at the sight of you.

He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips as you both stepped inside, and Taehyung takes off his coat and hangs it on the coat hanger. “How was work today?” You asked, assisting him with the cufflinks. “Stressful as usual,” he breathed out, hands going up to rub at his face.

Hyunjae suddenly appears from the living room followed by the rest of his friends, “Daddy’s home!” he shouted, forgetting about his peers and running towards the man in front of you. “There’s my boy!”

“Daddy do you know what day it is today?” your son questioned, enthusiastically wriggling his eyebrows at the birthday decorations you set up around the house earlier this morning.

“Um…no? Is it a special day today?” Taehyung squinted his eyes, brows furrowing in feign innocence. God, Hyunjae took after his father so much.

Tears started bringing in the corner of Hyunjae’s eyes, and before any of them threatened to fall, Taehyung carried him and spun him around, Hyunjae giggling in surprise, “I’m kidding son, happy birthday Hyunjae,” Taehyung put him down and your husband crouched down to his level, “How about you grab your gift from the porch all right?”

The excited kid squealed in excitement and sprinted towards the door, two other friends on his tail. As you went back to the kitchen to continue cleaning, Taehyung headed right to your daughter, who was standing on her crib, holding onto the wooden columns for support, clapping at the sight of her father.

Grateful was an understatement every time you looked at your small family of four, as you were blessed with such a loving and supporting husband and two beautiful kids. Life was bound to get harder as the kids would grow up and you’d encounter plenty of challenges along the way, but now you just wanted to bask in such a beautiful moment.

You watched your husband interact gleefully with the children surrounding him. Leaning against the door frame, your eyes followed Taehyung who reached for the guitar sitting near the fireplace and he twisted the knobs to tune the strings and when he was ready to give the performance of their lives, he adjusted himself on the stool he was seated on and coughed to get everyone’s attention, including yours.

Fingers strumming effortlessly a familiar tune, Taehyung smiles up at you as memories of him singing to you on date nights flood into your brain and he looks back to the children, serenading them with his deep voice. He sang his own rendition of Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love, one that had bits of your husband’s silly character and musical talent.

Taehyung sent a wink in your direction as he finished the chorus and as much as you’d like to stay until the end of the song, your brain decides to send a vivid image of the kitchen mess you have yet to clean before the other parents start arriving to pick up their children. You head back to the kitchen with a sigh and resumed arranging the chairs and table.

Finally halfway with cleaning the kitchen counter, you placed the dishes on the sink when you felt a pair of hands settle on your waist, sending a good wave of warmth throughout your body, until Taehyung starts to push his hips towards yours, his erection pressing against your ass.

Gasping at the feeling, you sense a grin spread across Taehyung’s face, and he grinds himself against you one more time and you found yourself pushing your ass backwards, desperate for more friction. Unfortunately, you both hear footsteps running towards the kitchen and Taehyung instantly moves to the side, acknowledging the presence of the children in the area.

The man successfully convinces the children to leave the kitchen and nears you again, “This isn’t over yet babe,” Taehyung whispers and bites the shell of your ear while doing so, giving your ass a squeeze before leaving you in such a frustrated state.

The rest of the day went in such a blur, soon enough your neighbors started picking up their kids, thankful for the temporary break you gave them from the responsibilities of parenthood.  

You’d gone to the bathroom and started a well-deserved bath. After checking the temperature, you went back to the dresser to take off the diamond earrings Taehyung gave you for your fifth anniversary. Taking out your razor and a new bar of soap from one of the drawers, you went to the bathroom again, turned off the faucet and stepped in gingerly.

Slipping lower into the tub, you smiled to yourself as you felt your tense muscles relax after such a hectic day, and only a bath like this would’ve given you this unworldly sense of relief. Reaching for the soap, your lathered up and shaved your legs afterwards. You hear Hyunjae’s and Taehyung’s laughter from the down the corridor, and you decided that Taehyung might stay for a few more minutes in his son’s bedroom before he comes back to yours.

So you decided to stay in the tub for a little longer, until you felt your fingers starting to prune, and you stood up and toweled off, walking back to the dresser. You decided on a short and sultry night dress, top cut low and slightly revealing the mounds of your breasts. You weren’t sure if there was still going to be sex, but you know for sure that Taehyung was just as aroused as you were a couple of hours ago – and knowing your husband, he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants.

Settling on a comfortable position on the bed, you blindly grabbed a book from the lower drawer of your bedside table. Not wanting to wake up your daughter who was sleeping in her crib beside your bed, you laughed inwardly as you looked at the book of your hand’s choice, 50 Shades of Grey. You were pushing your luck here, and subtlety was never in the vocabulary of an aroused human being, like you now.

Smiling as you slowly thumbed through the pages, looking for the bookmark you’d left in one of the pages, a square pack of foil falls from the farther end of the book and by time you bend over to pick the condom from the floor, you’d put a hand to cover your mouth from producing laughter that might eventually wake Jaeun up.

Keeping the foil packet under layers of clothes in your dresser, you went back to the bed, thanking the universe for sending signals towards you getting some tonight. Taehyung suddenly bursts through door and you have to shush him before he makes any more noise.

Nodding in reply, Taehyung begins to undress himself hastily and soon enough he was only in his boxers and walking towards you with such intensity and desperation that your previous giggly state was gone in seconds.

The bed creaked as Taehyung crawled into the bed and settled himself between your legs, kissing you with such fervor. Peppering you with kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest, his hands roamed all over your body, enjoying the way your body was flush against his.

His grip on your waist tightened and you let out a small whimper as he kissed down on your collarbone and towards the top of your silk-covered breasts. You’d learn this particular preference of Taehyung when you were first started fooling around, and Taehyung had shyly suggested that he enjoyed it more when you still had clothes on during sex (especially in nighties), not that sex with you was unenjoyable, but he found it more…thrilling.

He let go of your waist to bring his hands up to your breast, squeezing them gently through the smooth fabric. Looking up at you from under his eyelashes, he trailed his fingers all the way to your thighs, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.

Reaching down to reciprocate the immensity of his actions, you ran your palm against the outline of his cock straining against his boxers. You’ve decided that this wasn’t enough for either of you so you wrapped your legs around him and brought him closer to you, grinding your crotch against his shamelessly.

Taking his lips off your neck to let out a low growl, Taehyung lowered himself so he was facing your aching core, gently trailing a finger along your drenched underwear, a wet patch staining the cottony fabric. Your insides were already burning with anticipation, your back arching off the bed in desperation.

You knew Taehyung wouldn’t be able to take this foreplay any longer, and before you got a word in, he roughly pulls down your panties down to your ankles and positioned himself at your entrance, sliding his cock along your wetness.

He entered you slowly, grunting at your tightness, a feeling that just seemed to keep on getting better and better. He pushed his dick in to the hilt, your warm walls wrapped around his cock, a snug fit. “Move please,” you whimpered and Taehyung grabs the headboard for support as he thrusts into you, hips gradually bucking faster against yours.

The feeling was unworldly, with every last drag of his hips you felt the lust, passion, love. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you neared your climax and you knew Taehyung was nearing orgasm too, judging by his heavy breathing and guttural groans.

The door knob twists, and Taehyung pulled out of you in a millisecond, leaving you even more desperate than you were a couple of minutes ago. Here came the only good thing while keeping your clothes on during sex – no need for covers. Your son comes in the room, hair disheveled and all, one hand hugging a pillow to his chest and the other tiredly rubbing his eyes.  

“What’s wrong buddy?” Taehyung asked sitting up on the bed.

“Can’t sleep…thunder…” Hyunjae, too tired to form coherent sentences, dragged his feet across the wooden floor and jumps on the bed to occupy the space beside you and closes his eyes to sleep. 

You don’t hear anything from Taehyung after your son jumped on your bed. Soon you see Taehyung pull the covers on top of you and you felt defeated and frustrated at the same time, not even getting to orgasm once. Seconds later, you feel his hands snake from your waist to the inside of your thighs, lifting it up.

Taehyung slides into you with ease once more, and the hand that your head previously rested on has gone to your mouth as you moaned onto his palm. He was going at such a smooth pace, and if he’d gone a little faster the bed would creak and move too much, which might wake your son up.

You tightened with every slide of his cock, feeling every single detail making your insides knot up and your mind fuzzy. He shifted a bit and lowered himself, and started to thrust deeper into you, panting and grunting breathlessly into your ear. His other hand went up to grope at your breasts, squeezing to help you reach both of your highs.

With one last sloppy jerk of his hips, he paints your walls white, sending waves of pleasure to your body. You rarely orgasm at the same time but when you do, the feeling is beyond heavenly.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, opening your eyes as the hand on your mouth lowers and moves back to grip at your waist. Taehyung just grunts in reply and continues to thrust into you, riding out his orgasm, yet you felt numb and scared at the same time.

“Taehyung,” you whispered again, harsher this time, and he realizes you were frozen in place, until he follows your line of sight and gulps.

“Tae, I don’t think Jaeun is ready to know how she was made yet.” You blinked as your daughter’s eyes does the same.  

[tired-biscuit]

1. Yellow - I know it's older but that was the fic that literally made me obsessed with you (hopefully in a non-creepy way!!). That version of Naruto is one of my all-time favourites and I've honestly reread the whole thing several times over. It was such a well-rounded journey and I adored how the reader was able to coax him out of his shell. This is all before we talk about the smut, goddamn, it was top tier. Dominant Naruto is just fucking amazing and I just can't pull it off myself, not like you.

6. It's come up a few times recently but I am deadly serious when I say I lost it when I read the cocaine lemon-stand line between Kiba and Naruto in Trouble. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. It was so perfect, so sassy and I could hear Kiba saying it in my head. Sarcasm is my jam and this hit me good!

you're so sweet, bestie!!

yellow was my first "proper" fanfic, and i'm kind of surprised that it got the attention and nice feedback that it did, since i was pretty unsure how people would receive an insecure/depressed naruto.

wait, you reread it?! omg, i'm kind of honoured actually, ngl. the writing in yellow is so bad imo because my writing style has changed a lot since then, but i'm glad to see you enjoyed it. ily for it, fr. 🤧💛

as for trouble, i ain't gonna lie to ya, i sometimes reread the naruto/kiba chapters. i really enjoyed writing their dynamic, it was one of my favourite things ever!! naruto just being a silly goof, while kiba is pretending to be the more serious/mature one even though he's just as stupid... aghhh, i gotta write them interacting more!! maybe in that naruto/kiba/reader threesome we talked about 👀

fanfic asks!!

[thedeliverygod]

Good Enough

a yatori college AU

Chapter 23/?

AO3|ff.net

“I don’t wanna go to wooork.” Yato whined as he shut off the alarm on his phone and immediately buried his face into the crook of her neck.

She gave a small huff, cradling his head with her arm, “You have to. And I have to go back to my dorm and pack the last of my things so I can go home tomorrow…” She closed her eyes and grimaced at the thought of the endless list of questions and lectures that her mom had waiting for her.

“Not looking forward to that at all, huh?” His eyes flickered up to hers.

“I mean, I’m looking forward to it a little. It is home, you know?” She gave a small shrug of her shoulders, “I’m just not looking forward to all of the stress I know is coming.”

Pressing a gentle kiss against her jaw, he commented in a low voice, “If she’s already going to give you a ton of shit, you don’t have to say anything…”

“But it’s already been three months without saying anything and I told my big brother that I would.” Hiyori immediately contested, tilting her head towards him, “And it’ll just make it worse the longer I wait.”

She felt him let out a breath of air against her skin, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Besides, I don’t want to keep it a secret.” She continued, making a sour face, “It’s just her initial reaction I don’t want to deal with.”

“Won’t it be an ongoing thing, though?” He questioned seriously with a small frown appearing on his lips, “Since I don’t exactly live up to her standards and all that.”

Hiyori reached her hand up to her face and ran her fingers through her bangs, “Probably. But like Ami-chan said to me a while ago, it’s my life so… ultimately it’s my decision and hopefully if I can just ignore her long enough, she’ll just get over it…eventually.” Her voice lowered, full of uncertainty as she finished.

“Well, you’re right about it being your own life.” He pressed another kiss against her cheek before starting to untangle himself from her, somewhat sitting up, “I’m not so sure about the other part.” As the air started to flow into the pocket he created, he shivered dramatically, “Fuck, it’s cold.”

“Yeah, but we’ve gotta get up.” She pushed her knee into his thigh, nodding upward.

“Fine, but let’s go somewhere for breakfast where it’s already warm.” He kept his arms wrapped around himself as he got out from the futon and stood up, shivering dramatically.

Letting out a small yawn first, Hiyori moved to get out of bed as well, “I definitely won’t say no to that.” Before she even realized he had moved, she felt Yato wrap his arms around her and squished her against his chest, “Are you really that cold?”

She felt him shake his head, “No, this is just because I won’t see you till after the new year.”

“Oh,” She parted her lips in surprise before returning the hug and resting her head on against the side of his face, “Guess you’re right.”

“And I know you hate PDA.” He added, speaking into her ear.

Hiyori rolled her eyes, “It’s rude!”

“I think people can get past just a short kiss.” He countered back and she pulled away from him just enough to look at him.

“As if you would ever keep it at just that.” She gave him a doubtful look.

Yato looked back at her, taking a moment to form a response. Giving a smug grin, he leaned in towards her until their noses touched, “You’re just that addicting, Hiyori. But also,” He moved towards her neck and kissed her there, a tingling feeling quickly taking over her body, “I seem to remember you being the one to initiate things quite a few times, including last night. So I’m not the only guilty one here.”

Words disappeared for a short time, her breath caught in her throat and her lips parted. Finally, she answered breathlessly with a small laugh, “Y-you’re right.”

He continued kissing a path down to the neckline of her borrowed shirt, suckling at her skin briefly before mumbling, “Now I really wish I didn’t have to go to work.”

“We don’t have time, so yeah, don’t tease me.” She gently pushed his face away with her hand, “And also, if you leave a mark on me, I might have to kill you because my mom will definitely kill me. Or pass out. Maybe both.”

“Alright, alright.” He lifted his head to press a kiss against her lips which she returned, “Let’s start getting ready, then.”

“Mmm.” She nodded as he let go, turning to his dresser to start digging out his clothes while she wandered out into the hall to get her bag. After she had grabbed her sweater, skirt, and leggings from the bag, she walked back in to see Yato waiting on her.

He nodded her back towards the door, “You can use the bathroom first, I’ll change in here.”

“Thanks.” Her eyes skimmed the room before she caught sight of what she was looking for, “Oh. Um, could…could you move your foot?”

He blinked, “Huh?” Looking down, he realized he had stepped on top of part of her bra without noticing, “Oh.” Picking it up and holding it out gingerly, he flushed, “Uh, here.”

Hiyori snatched it out of his grasp a little quicker than she would have liked, sheepishly giving him a thanks before she escaped to the bathroom. Clutching her clothes close to her chest, she let out a small breath as well as a laugh at herself. ‘I don’t know why I’m embarrassed, especially considering he’s pretty much seen… everything now.’ Still, her heart was racing.

She took her time getting dressed and fixing her hair, but Yato was still finishing up putting on a belt when she entered the room. He looked up with a small smile, commenting, “I’m glad I can wear my winter jacket on top of this terrible shirt so you don’t have to be seen in public with me like this.”

Hiyori rolled her eyes, “I’ve already walked with you in public while you’ve been wearing that.”

“Yeah, for like, a minute. This time we’ll actually be going into a place and sitting and spending time there.” He waved his arms for emphasis.

“You worry over such silly things sometimes.” She took a small breath and shook her head.

“Well it doesn’t help that you always look cute and well dressed, so especially with this ugly thing, I look way worse than usual.” He gave a slight pout as he stepped closer to her.

She crossed her arms though a smile twitched at her lips, “So what, you want me to dress more sloppily when I know you’re going to be working?”

“No! I just—aghhh.” He hid his face in his hands before running them through his hair and Hiyori laughed.

“See, you’re being ridiculous, just like I said.” She put her hand on his shoulder and also tilted her head to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, “Besides, they’re your work clothes. You have to wear them. If I had an issue with that then I mean, honestly, I wouldn’t be worth dating. I certainly wouldn’t date me if that were the case and I was you.”

“Okay, okay. I am being a little dramatic, but I always have been about these; even before dating you. I just hate it. You can ask Yukine.” He pinched the shirt and pulled on it as he spoke. Ducking away from her, he waved, “I’ll be done in just a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” She repeated loudly so that he could hear her out in the hallway. Getting the last of her things together into her bag, she moved out towards the front hallway before leaning against the wall for support as she scrolled through her phone. When she heard him start to exit the bathroom, she slipped her phone into her pocket and reached up for her coat off the rack.

Yato moved towards the rack too as he reappeared, “Anything interesting on Twitter?”

“Not really considering you’re the most active person I have added on there.” She shook her head, “Though I did catch Yukine-kun saying he didn’t get much sleep. I guess Kofuku-san and Daikoku-san the party going for a while after we left.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” He shrugged his coat on over his shoulders, “I’m just glad I’m not the one he’s blaming for once. He always complained that I kept him up at night when we had to share a room at their house.”

Hiyori hummed and commented, “You do kind of move around a lot. And I think I heard you talking a little bit last night but I only woke up for a minute so I didn’t really listen to what you were saying.”

He frowned and grumbled, “Sounds about the same as the stuff Yukine complained about.”

“It doesn’t really bother me, just as long as you don’t elbow me in the face or anything like you told me before.” She finished buttoning up her coat.

“I did warn you, though.” He pointed out, finishing up with his coat as well, “And I guess Yukine is just a much lighter sleeper than you are.”

Giving a small sigh, she admitted, “I think most people are.”

“Hey, it works out for me if you won’t get annoyed with me about my sleeping habits.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed briefly before he stepped forward to start putting his shoes on, “At least most of the time.”

“I think most of the time is doable. Maybe.” She answered jokingly as she followed suite, “When in doubt, just give me coffee.”

Yato swung the door open gently, nodding, “Ah, so that’s the secret.”

“Yep.”

“Guess I should start keeping some around, then.” He stretched out his arms and yawned, joking, “Maybe Yukine will be nicer to me too if I let him have some here and there.”

Hiyori gave a small laugh, “I can’t make any promises there, either.”

“I can hope.” He answered automatically, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat and holding his arms as close to his body as possible, “Ugh, this is so miserable.”

“At least it’s not that far of a walk.” She gave him a small nudge forward, “You’ll be okay.”

“But then I have to make the long tortuous walk to work alone.” He hung his arm woefully over his face.

She sighed equally as dramatically, “A whole five minutes. Meanwhile, I have to walk for fifteen minutes or so in the cold back to my dorm.”

Yato winced, “Okay, okay. You win.” Though she had picked on him, she was truthfully shivering just as badly as him when they finally entered the café. After they’d been seated, he rubbed his hands together eagerly, “It’s been forever since I’ve gone out to eat for breakfast.”

“Same here, actually.” She nodded in agreement, “Aside from getting coffee, of course.”

He looked over to her in surprise, “Huh, I figured that’s something you and your friends would do somewhat often.”

“Considering both Yama-chan and I both aren’t much of morning people, Ami-chan just gets things on her own. And for the times we do actually all meet up, it usually becomes more of a lunch.” Hiyori gave a small and sheepish laugh, running a hand through her hair.

He gave a knowing grin, nodding, “Ah, I see.” “Plus I never really had to worry about breakfast growing up because Sasaki-san always already had it ready.” She admitted, her eyes widening in excitement as the waitress slid their plates of waffles towards them.

After they had thanked her, Yato looked at Hiyori in confusion, “Sasaki-san…?”

She had already picked up her fork, eager to dive in, but froze in place as Yato’s repetition reached her ears. “I, um…” She lowered her voice a bit, “She’s our housekeeper.” “O-oh…” Yato blinked and swallowed, reaching for his fork.

“She’s not like, full time or anything. She just comes over to help a few days a week since my dad and mom are so busy.” Hiyori quickly added, her tone both nervous and embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He waved his hand and tried to dismiss her worries, “It’s just a shock sometimes. But you shouldn’t feel bad about it.”

She fiddled with her fork and stared down at the table, “I know, but…”

“I’d rather feel awkward for a minute or two instead of making you feel like you have to lie around me, you know.” He took a small bite of his waffle and stared at her intently, a smile finally crossing his lips when her eyes met his.

“Y-yeah.” She nodded again, “But still… sorry.”

He let out a sigh, “Remember what I said before about making you pay five hundred yen if you apologized for no reason? I’m gonna have to start enacting that soon.”

“Alright, alright.” She waved her hands in defeat, moving to cut a piece off of her waffle, “I’m so—I mean, that’s fine. I’ll remember that.” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Good.” He hummed as he took another bite of his waffle.

[ticklishhpickle]

Perfect

Aghhh this is my first fanfiction, if anyone actually reads this, please enjoy! 

Word count: 1800 

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Dan sat in his sofa crease furiously typing on his laptop. He needed to finish writing the script for his new video, film and edit it by tonight. Why do I do this to myself? He thought. I’m a fucking piece of trash. I’m literally the human embodiment of procrastination, jesus fucking christ the video’s not going to be done on time and I’ll be disappointing my viewers agai-

“Dan stop stressing so hard, it’s okay! Surely the Phans can wait another day for your video.”  his train of thought was cut short by his flatmate’s soothing voice. A sympathetic smile graced his pink lips, his arms crossed against his pokemon pyjama shirt.

“No Phil you don’t understand I do this every time, I had all week to finish the video and now you’ve just wasted even more of my time, like you haven’t done enough of that already for the past five years.” Dan replied hotly. Shit. He knew he took it too far this time, but it was for the best. Anything done with Phil could never be a waste of time. He mentally slapped himself, he was sure he told his almost definitely unrequited feelings for Phil to go fuck off in a ditch, and to never come back. He knew he had been snappy with Phil lately, mostly due to his internal struggles with his stupid little crush on the black-haired boy that refused to go away.

Dan didn’t notice Phil’s face fall upon hearing his harsh words. “You don’t mean that. I’m going to leave you to do this, let me know if you need anything.” Phil’s words were soft and kind, just like the man who spoke them. Why did he have to be so.. so nice? Couldn’t he be anyone else and retaliate to the shit Dan just spurted at him? But no, he had to be perfect, sweet and logical Phil Lester. He was not making it any easier on Dan to fall out of love with him.

Dan could no longer concentrate on his video script- the guilt had hit him hard. But this was for the best. Perhaps if he was meaner to Phil, they would slowly drift apart and not be joined at the hip by their previously established unbreakable bond. Surely this would help Dan get over him, he reasoned. After years of relentless pining Dan finally put his foot down and made a plan to distance himself from the closest person to him, his best friend, his long time collaborator and flatmate. The distancing wasn’t necessarily working, per se as they lived in the same flat, shared nearly the exact same lives and with Phil always roping Dan into doing everything with him, they didn’t get much time apart. It was torturous bliss. On one hand, every second spent with Phil made him feel light and free, but whenever the truth of the matter, that Phil almost certainly would move out eventually and start a new life with some beautiful girl, hit him he felt heavy and crushed. The blue-eyed man was so damn oblivious to the effect he had on him. Dan was at the same time grateful yet so incapacitated for Phil’s failure to see something that was staring him right in the face. For heaven’s sake Dan pretty much swooned whenever Phil so much as brushed his fingers against his, by accident of course. Or mindlessly fiddled with his own fringe, making sure it was perfect (it always was). Phil was an idiot in this sense, but Dan was a buffoon.

They didn’t speak until the next evening, just after Dan finally uploaded his new video. It’s not like he didn’t want to talk to Phil, he always did, but the video was a great excuse not to talk to him and to hopefully speed up the murder of his inconvenient- to say the least- feelings.

“You did a really great job, Dan. The thumbnail is hilarious.” Dan’s stomach fluttered. He had actually put a lot of effort into creating an entire picture of the beach with every component made of his own face. He was particularly proud of his Dan-faced sun, a structure extremely reminiscent of the Teletubbies. Play it cool, Dan. Say something that makes it seem like your stomach doesn’t do a fucking gymnastics routine whenever he gives you the slightest compliment.

“Ah it was no big deal, only took me an hour to photoshop myself into a low budget version of the Teletubbies sun.” Dan internally cheered when he got through the sentence without stuttering or blushing (for the most part). “Well it was definitely worth it, it seriously looks great and the whole video is so well put together, Dan.” Dan opened his mouth to respond, when Phil continued, “So now that you’re done with making that masterpiece, do you want to maybe… watch some anime with me?” Phil looked so nervous and adorable, like a little puppy, his blue eyes looking hopefully at Dan.

Say no, say no, anime means spending more time with him, which means more pain in the long run. Dan pondered on this instinctual response for a second, before promptly telling his brain to shut the fuck up and let him enjoy just one night with his best friend.

“I’d like that.”

“OH MY GOD THAT IS THE MOST DRAMATIC THING I HAVE EVER SEEN A POTATO CHIP INVOLVED IN… EVER!!!” Phil bellowed out between shocks of laughter.

“First I take the chip… and then I EAT IT!” Dan imitated the anime character, grabbing a potato chip from the bag wedged in between him and Phil, and shoving it in his mouth for dramatic effect. This triggered another fit of uncontrollable laughter between the two men, that anyone would think they were drunk off their asses. They weren’t, they were just drunk off spending time with their favourite person.

When the laughter finally died down, Phil spoke up. “I’ve missed this Dan. I miss you.” Dan sobered up from the remnants of his laughter-induced drunk state. He knew this was Phil’s subtle way of asking why he had been so distant lately, while allowing Dan to not answer if he wasn’t comfortable. Again, why was Phil so considerate?

Dan considered his options in his head. Firstly, he could ignore the unspoken question and just say I miss you too Phil. But that would be unfair on Phil, surely he deserved to know why his best friend was drifting away after 5 years of friendship. But that left the alternative, of telling Phil how he felt, the very thing Dan had been avoiding for 5 years. Dan looked into Phil’s expectant blue eyes, and his heart ached. Phil deserved so much better than what Dan was treating him, and at the very least an explanation.

“Okay, Phil I’m going to tell you something that I’ve been wanting-no, needing to say for a long time. I know I’ve been so distant from you recently, and there’s a reason for that. You are my most favourite person in the universe, and I’m so lucky that I even have you as a friend. You’re truly amazing Phil.” Phil’s entire face lit up. “But back to the reason for my behaviour lately, yes I’ve been moody and snappy and basically just a dick for the past few weeks, months even and it’s nothing you’ve done. It’s all me.” Dan took a big gulp of air. This was it. “Remember that first night I stayed over and we stayed up until 4am just talking and laughing and sharing stories about our lives?” Phil’s eyes softened and he nodded, he was clearly very fond of the memory too. “That’s when I realised I was falling in proper love with you, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. And at first I hoped, I prayed that it would go away but the truth is it’s just gotten worse, and so what I’m saying is I’m in love with you Phil, and I know you don’t feel the same way which is why I thought it would be for the best to distance myself from you, so that my stupid feelings would die. But it hasn’t done anything, it’s just upset both of us and God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Dan didn’t realise his hands were shaking until someone else’s warm pair reached out to steady them. “Dan, you are literally the biggest idiot alive right now.” What the fuck? Dan had just spilled the entire contents of his inner cocktail of turmoil and torturous feelings out, only to be responded to with this? He knew his feelings were stupid and Phil didn’t love him back.. but he didn’t need to be so harsh. Dan’s eyes began to well up and immediately he looked down, avoiding Phil’s gaze.

“Why do you think I haven’t dated anyone since we met? Why do you think I barely spend time with anyone but you? Why do you think, despite being almost 30 I choose to keep living with you? Dan, I’m in love with you too. I always have been.”

Dan’s heart dropped then soared in the matter of two seconds. “You do? Are you serious right now? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better are you, Phil?” He prayed his ears weren’t betraying him.

“Oh Dan, how could I not love you? You’re perfect. I didn’t say anything either for the same reason, I thought you would never love me back.” His pale fingers reached up to cup Dan’s face. His eyes very obviously flickered down to his lips.

“May I?”

Dan swore his brain and heart were malfunctioning, this was too much for them to handle. It was a miracle he made out a choked, “Y-yes.”

Phil closed the small gap between their lips immediately. His lips were soft and warm, just like Dan had imagined so many times. But this was real, so real he could smell the aftershave on Phil he loved so much, so real he could taste the sweetness of Phil on his own lips. It felt like a dream.

When they finally broke apart for air, Dan cut the silence with a typical sarcastic remark. “I mean, so I guess we should be boyfriends now. Like not that I care or anything just thought you might want to.” Phil rolled his eyes at him before pulling him close, “I guess we should.”

Later that night Phil held his boyfriend close, kissing the top of his head before drifting off to sleep. “You may be a low budget Teletubbies sun, but you are my low budget Teletubbies sun.” Dan snorted, before snuggling even further into his boyfriend’s warm chest.