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ssobsinternallyy · 1 year ago

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hi guys im bringing you my 2012 angst headcanons for the boys because they're silly

on the topic of ANGER:

donnie's anger is very loud, but not like- in the raph way loud. more like "i'm gonna lose my fucking shit" loud. he probably laughs like a fucking maniac when he's pushed over the edge angry. probably screams a lot and doesn't take a single break from screaming. like, take every pent up anxious thought this man has ever had and channel it into this anger. bro is a mess. he probably cries after every anger meltdown he has.

okay okay leo. leo's anger is a lot quieter. he probably funnels all his depression into his anger when he's like, honest to god, genuinely angry. the most you'll probably get out of him 90% of the time is irritation or disappointment. but when he is mad, lord have mercy on your soul. he probably goes to his room to brood after his little anger tantrums and then apologizes later.

everyone knows raph's anger. big loud and scary. he yells a lot of insults and shit. very very very VERY defensive when he's mad. can and will beat the shit out of you and won't feel bad about it unless you're someone he genuinely gives a shit about. after he's done screaming whatever he's mad about, he'll stomp off and listen to music or something. the most he'll do is text you an "im sorry" and then not talk to you for a good few hours.

let's talk about mikey. oh my god, mikey. this man is IMPOSSIBLE to get mad. you CANNOT piss him off. HOWEVER, WHEN YOU DO? bro. you're FUCKED. oh my GOD you are fucked. mikey's anger is COLD. not like, his fake, borderline irritation anger. no, not that. @turrondeluxe has been getting a lot of asks about mikey having anger issues and i SO SO SO agree. the worst part is, he won't say a FUCKING WORD to you, if he's angry. like, if he's fighting you, he will not speak. he can be quiet when he needs to be. and oh my god this man terrifies me. let him go apeshit plEASE. he'd go to his room and blast the most ear-bleeding death metal in existence until he's pushed all of the bad emotions back into their little box in the back of his mind. (as for the aftermath, he'll probably act completely normal the next day, after he's done bottling it all up again.)

more under the cut (tw for eating disorders, mentions of suicidal thoughts/ideations, and just genuinely sad stuff) (also sorry for tagging you fer LOL EVERYONE GO FOLLOW THEM)

some extra headcanons because i like them a lot they make me silly

mikey:

- mikey actually loves reading. he's dyslexic and can't read, but he loves forcing his brothers to read to him. (they secretly love reading to him)

- he probably struggled with an eating disorder of some kind at some point. probably almost killed him too

- also on top of the eating disorder: probably why he’s so much shorter than his bros (bad genes combined with not eating enough [or eating too much to the point of throwing up])

- 100% a metalhead. (i also think he listens to like, green day and nirvana. probably a huge gorillaz guy too. he just listens to whatever)

- master of manipulation. he might not be able to do math but he can crack your brain open like a walnut and pick you apart.

- has a lot of weird not-directly-suicidal thoughts about something happening to him. like "what if that train just hit me and i died" type shit.

- he keeps cat food on his belt so he can feed stray cats in alleyways :3

- raph is his favorite brother. raph is also the only one who knows Just How Much Shit (tm) mikey bottles up. they have a sworn pact to keep it in between themselves because leo and donnie just dont Get It like raph does. and mikey listens to raph and talks to raph and FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK RAPH IS ABUSIVE HE LOVES HIS BABY BROTHER‼️

- he loves april so so so so so much they do everything together. he cries indefinitely depending on how hurt or sad april is.

- gossip king. he keeps tabs on EVERYTHING

- he LOVES hot chocolate.

- trans guy (thanks fer i stole this hc from you)

- “i like everyone as long as they’re nice to me”

- he’s leatherhead’s little baby. LH is like, fourth favorite family member next to raph, donnie, and leo.

- speaks spanish (and russian for some reason?? idk it seemed like a funny headcanon) along with japanese and english obviously

- only texts in slang terms for some reason. donnie’s like, the only one who can semi decipher what he’s saying half the time

- after getting over his ED with the help of raph, leo, and donnie, he begins to treat his body a little kinder. he trains with raph in the morning, and slowly gets his booyah back!

raph:

- he only talks to mikey. he plays up the whole "mehmehmeh i hate mikey he's annoying" in front of leo and donnie but the moment they're alone they are best friends. mikey listens. he listens and he understands and he doesnt get mad at raph and raph loves him so much for that.

- his banter with leo is just petty. it's his second favorite way to blow off steam.

- his first favorite way is to punch old reliable (the punching bag)

- second best cook in the entire household

- he gossips with casey about people at casey's highschool.

- speaking of casey, he likes to spar with casey a lot. not train like he does with his brothers

- was passively suicidal for a long time because of some bad shit he was going through. he only just started realizing he needed help after realizing that MIKEY needed help

- he loves dogs. contrary to popular belief, he likes golden retrievers. (i also hc that he likes chihuauas tho)

- he likes soft indie music. (also probably a huge nirvana fan)

- iced tea lover

- bisexual as fuck

- speaks spanish cause he watches too many telenovelas

- trains regularly, treats his body like a temple.

leo:

- he likes reptiles! snakes, lizards, and little frogs are his favorite :3

- green tea drinker (he likes all tea except iced tea, but green tea is his favorite. chai is a very close second though)

- anxiety 9000% percent of the time, it gets better as he gets older though

- he’s allergic to peanuts probably. he strikes me as a peanut allergy guy

- he loves milk!!! he fucking loves milk!! drinks it every chance he gets!!!

- classical music nerd. (secretly a theater kid as well, has the entire grease soundtrack memorized)

- almost killed himself once (karai stopped him in time and they talked about it. he never tried again)

- donnie and him have the closest relationship. he likes that donnie doesn’t start fights for fun or lose interest in whatever he’s talking about quickly. (not that mikey actually loses interest, but it feels that way cause mikey hates eye contact. makes leo feel like he’s not actually listening.)

- he secretly really loves ICK. mikey always leaves her in his care when he’s off doing something else

- banned from mikey’s kitchen

- karai is his emotional support sister

- reads to mikey on a daily basis

- owner of the most popular captain ryan x reader fanfic on ao3

- kind of bullies his body by pushing it way past its limit at times, but mikey’s helping him with that

- nearsighted

- token straight brother (ik the transfem leo hcs are great.. but its funny to think about him being the only cis straight guy in his household…)

donnie:

- aroace king.

- treats his body like trash (getting better at going to sleep at reasonable hours with april’s help)

- HE LOVES MICE!!!! any kind of rodent actually. (also bunnies)

- black coffee drinker.

- can speak like four different languages fluently. has the third best understanding of japanese and kanji next to leo and mikey (mikey’s being the best because he retains the most of what splinter taught)

- not very spiritual at all but tries his best.

- probably the most depressed out of all of his brothers (pro tip: don’t compare depression guys, just saying he most definitely struggled the most with depression)

- doesn’t have a favorite brother. loves them all equally.

- got over his weird crush on april after realizing that it was probably just him wanting to feel normal. they’re besties now though

- would belittle everyone at a really low point in his life, got help though :D 👍 (he still apologizes about it to this day)

- also banned from mikey’s kitchen (still a better cook than leo)

- most of his inventions are stupid things his brothers though would be funny if he made (50% of the time they blow up in his face, but it’s still fun to mess around.)

- casey is the only one not allowed in his lab without supervision LMAO

- any bad depressive episodes he has usually ends in a turtle pile (HIS BROTHERS FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO SO SO MUCH FIGHT ME RAHHHH)

- he wears his goggles 100% of the time now.

- surprisingly has really good eyesight. the best out of his brothers.

- and lastly, he loves sweet things. even though he’s a black coffee drinker, he loves pastries and asks mikey to make him little sweet things all the time (mikey always agrees!)

thanks for reading this long ass post :3

#shitpost #headcanons with kira :3 #tmnt 2012 #i dont know what im doing man someone take these stupid fucks away from me

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katyasrussianaccent · 4 years ago

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you’re so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You’re a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Authors note: Part 3 whoop! I havent written fic in 3 years so Im hoping this is okay. Its about 4000 words, super long, sorry. I also dont play Among Us, but hopefully its not too obvious. Lemme know what you think!

You're nervous, though you aren’t quite sure why. The kind of nervousness that spreads to your feet, causing you to tap your toes against the side of your sofa.

Call you in 15.

You look at the message again, staring at it till the screen goes blurry. Rubbing your eyes you exhale into the emptiness of your apartment; a feeble attempt at calming yourself down.

Logically it’s stupid to be nervous over a phone call. Logically you know that in the grand scheme of the universe, there are bigger things at hand. But you’re not a logical person, never have been. You’re all heart and emotion, both a blessing and a curse. There’s something intimate about a phone call, to have nothing but someone’s voice on the other end of the phone, talking to you and only you. It was a little scary; to think your purely online friendship with Corpse was going to be taken to a different level. You’re excited to think what that could mean.

“Fucking get it together,” you mutter to no-one as you exhale again, because there’s nothing else to do other than to wait and try to breath. There’s this frantic energy about you; like when you eat fizzy sweets, the flavour buzzing on your tongue. Your ancestors used to hunt wolves and here you were nervous over a single phone call.

The silence in your apartment’s too much now; too noisy. You grab your TV remote, clicking onto Spotify to find something. You’re scrolling so much, none of the artists feeling quite right for the moment before settling on Sufjan Stevens.

The dulcet tones fill the space, and for a brief second, you feel fine. You’re feeling relaxed and then your phone lights up.

Incoming Facetime Audio

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you say. Your face feels warm, your heart quickens in your chest. You could just ignore it, say you’re not feeling too good and that would be that, you wouldn’t have to do this. But it’s Corpse, you like Corpse and you’re kind of friends.

You swipe to accept the call, and press the button for speaker.

“Hey,” you say, cringing at the meek tone your voice has taken on.

“Hey,” Corpse’s deep voice rumbles through your tiny speaker, distorting slightly and you press the volume button to turn it down a little.

There’s a beat of silence, a beat too long, and you already hate how awkward this is. You’re not great at social stuff, the concept of being a social butterfly is almost foreign to you. And it’s not because you dislike people, it’s just you hate this; the small talk, the awkwardness before you get comfortable and can hold an actual conversation.

You suddenly remember a tip from your customer service days. “How are you?” you ask, plastering on a grin so wide that it must look borderline demented. Thank god you’re single.

“I’m okay thanks, how are you?” he asks.

You lounge back against the soft cushions of the sofa, lifting the phone up to your mouth as you do so. “I’m good, excited to be taught by the Among Us master.”

He snorts in disdain. “Hardly a master.”

You chew your lip before you speak again, “I dunno, people on the internet think you’re pretty good.”

He snorts again, and you smile at the sound. It’s not something you’ve heard from him before, through your hours of watching his streams, you’ve become accustomed to his voice and the noises he makes. But this one seems to be new. And maybe it’s the weird, selfish part of you that likes to think he’s only ever made that sound for you. You shake the thought out of your head, because really? Getting happy over a snort is really such a ridiculous thing to do.

“People on the internet say a lot of things.”

“True, but sometimes they speak the truth,” you reply, moving to get more comfortable; tucking your feet under your thighs. You wonder what he’s doing right now as he talks to you, is he sitting down? Or is he lying on his bed; his head propped up with pillows? There’s a brief flash of yearning, of wanting to be there in the same room as him, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared so you ignore it.

“Hm. We’ll agree to disagree.”

“Okay, you’re the boss Mr Husband.”

He chuckles softly, and again, you smile. You can feel yourself getting annoyed with yourself; you’re acting like a child with a crush; smiling at the phone. All you needed now was a notebook that had Mrs YN Husband written all over it.

“You know if you keep calling me that, we’re gonna have to get married,” he says, his voice a little lower than it was before. You blink and cock your head to the side, looking at an imaginary camera like you’re in The Office. Did you say that out loud? Is he...flirting with you? Sure, you’re flirty over Twitter, but it’s Twitter, Twitter isn’t real. There’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mere prospect that he might actually be flirting with you.

“I’d be the best wife you could ever get,” you shoot back. There’s a brief second of silence before he answers, and you can hear shuffling on the other end. You want to ask what he’s doing, but you know it would break the conversation, and you’re curious to see where this goes.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” he asks, and you can picture the smirk in his voice. You have no idea what he looks like, no real care about it either, but you bet he’s got a beautiful smile. You bite your tongue before it tells him this, for once your brain actually works and stops you from making a fool out of yourself. It’s incredibly strange, how quickly he puts you at ease without a try, he’s just so naturally comforting. He’s not this flashy persona, he’s just a guy who likes to play video games and happens to be kinda good at them. And also has a voice that is literally like chocolate. Not just chocolate; dark chocolate. If dark chocolate could talk, it would sound like Corpse.

“Cos your girl can cook,” you say proudly, puffing out your chest a little. And that’s not a lie, you can cook. Okay, you’re not a Michelin starred chef, but you feel quite confident in the fact that Gordon Ramsey could eat your food, and probably (hopefully) wouldn’t scream that it was “fucking raw”.

“And what would you cook for me?” he asks.

You hum in thought for a second. “You’ll have to marry me first to find that out.”

He laughs, a proper laugh that settles in your stomach, spreading warmth through your chest. “I’ll think about it. I can hear music, what are you listening to?”

You straighten up a little, the question catching you off guard. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at the song that’s playing. It’s not his type of music, you’re almost positive about that. You almost don’t want to tell him out of embarrassment. You’re not sure why you feel embarrassed; you know Corpse isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make fun of you. But music is so personal to you, so personal, it’s like baring a piece of your soul; which sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true.

“Uhhh...It’s called Make out in My Car by Sufjan Stevens,” you reply.

He hums in affirmation. “It sounds nice; from what I can hear.”

“I can turn it up?” you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

“You could always sing some for me,” he offers.

You laugh a little, scrunching up your nose. “And why would I do that?”

“I thought you wanted to get married. You have to woo me,” he replies.

“Woo you?” you ask, your tone incredulous. This isn’t how you pictured the conversation going.

“Yeah. Woo me, yn.” he says, dragging out the “o” causing you to laugh again.

You sigh dramatically. “I haven’t warmed up or anything, it’s gonna sound so bad” you warn as you put the song to the beginning.

“I’m sure you sound great. Go ahead, woo me.”

You shake your head as you softly sing. “I'm not trying to go to bed with you, I just wanna make out in my car. And though I'm dying to fall in love with you, I just wanna make out in my car”. You stop and you’re suddenly very aware that you have essentially just serenaded him. Good going, brain.

It’s silent for a beat too long, and the smile that graced your lips starts to fade as the embarrassment starts to set in.

“Well now we definitely have to get married,” he affirms. And there’s that fluttery feeling again.

You swallow, moving the conversation swiftly onto Among Us. You grab your laptop that was next to you, humming in acknowledgement as he walks you through downloading it.

“So there’s a few of us joining us tonight, it should be really fun.”

“Oh. It’s not just us two?” you ask. You focus on the download, watching the number increase. You’re nervous at the prospect of playing with other people, strangers, for the first time.

“No, it’s a 4 player minimum. We’re going to stream as well.”

“Corpse…” you start. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails, a habit you do whenever you get really anxious. This was meant to just be a cute moment where you learnt how to play a game, not a big event where people would be actually watching you, judging your every move.

“We’re going to do a few games off stream with you, you don’t need to be there for the stream after if you don’t want to,” he interrupts.

“Okay,” you trail off, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. You feel a little better, but not by much. You didn’t know who the other people were, what if they hated you? You ask this out loud.

“I’ll be there. You know Rae and Sykkuno. Felix, Sean and Toast will be there but they’re super nice, I promise.” His voice is sincere, and it soothes you. You don’t know him, not really know him, but you trust Corpse. You know he has his own struggles, and you believe his promise; he wouldn’t screw you over or put you in a situation you were uncomfortable with.

The rest of the call is him taking you through how to play and how to set up something called Proximity Chat so everyone can talk to each other in the game. He says it’s easier once you actually play, and it doesn’t sound particularly hard quite honestly, you just hope you don’t get imposter on the first try because you’re not the greatest liar.

The game screen pops up, and you type in the code that Corpse gives you. You say goodbye to Corpse, who tells you to text him if you need any help. You drop into the game lobby, and you look at the little astronaut. There’s no time to dwell as a cacophony of voices hits you.

“YN!” Rae screeches and you chuckle at her enthusiasm. You’ve known Rae for a few years now, you met at college and had become fast friends. Though you had many different interests - gaming for one, you considered her your best friend. Rae was the type of friend where you didn’t need to talk every single day, you could message her a week later and it would be like no time had passed at all. And you loved that, sometimes you just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Sometimes your mood wasn’t the best, and you needed a little time to recharge. And she understood that, something that you were eternally grateful for.

“Raebies!” you screech back, using your “pet” name for her.

“I’ve been trying to get you to play forever. But Mr Smooth Operator over there slides into your DMs and suddenly you’re a gamer now?”

“It sounds so sordid when you say it like that,” you reply.

“Hi yn! Glad to see you playing with us,” Sykkuno says. You greet him and the others, making sure to say hi to everyone in the game. You didn’t want to start off by being accidentally rude. You listen as everyone talks amongst each other, and you talk when spoken to, but you aren’t interjecting. It wasn’t anything against the other players, it was just a little overwhelming, and you were figuring out what everyone was like.

“Hello,” Corpse’s voice interrupts your train of thought and you greet him along with everyone else.

“Aw, I wanted purple,” you say, frowning at Corpse’s name above the astronaut.

“We can switch,” he replies.

“No it’s o -” you start to speak before you realise he’s already switched to white. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You smile as you switch to purple, and you decide to add a flower for a little pizzazz.

“It’s your first game, I’ll kill you if I get imposter so it’ll even out,” he jokes and everyone laughs. The countdown begins and you puff your cheeks out, exhaling as it gets to 1. You’re nervous again, a seemingly common theme of the night. Your shoulders relax as the word CREWMATE flashes across the screen.

You watch as everyone but Corpse disperses from the cafeteria with haste, and you look at the keyboard to press the buttons to move.

“You ever see an old person text? That’s how I’m picturing you right now,” Corpse says as you walk together to Weapons.

“Shut up Sonny,” you reply in your best old woman voice, getting a laugh. You open up the task, shooting the Asteroids with ease. “Yay, I completed a task!”

“Good job,” Corpse replies, and you beam at the praise. You move down to o2, doing your task while Corpse does his.

“Wait, you could be imposter right? How would I know?” you ask as you walk together to Navigation.

“You wouldn’t, you just have to trust me,” he says, his voice full of charm.

You scowl. “Well that just makes me not want to trust you.”

Before he replies, there’s a blaring alarm. DEAD BODY REPORTED. You blink at the suddenness; you were really enjoying the relaxing pace of the game. You look at the screen; Felix has been killed.

“Who found the body?” Corpse asks.

“I did,” Rae answers. “I was in admin, and was going to lower engine and it was there in storage.”

“If you were in admin, why didn’t you go up through Cafeteria?” Toast asks.

“Because it’s quicker to go through storage,” Rae replies. They argue between themselves, and you listen intently and silently. It’s a lot of information, you can’t tell whose lying, but you guess that’s what makes a good player.

“Where were you yn?” Sean quizzes, and it takes you a second to realise you’re being spoken to.

“Oh. I was in um o2?”

“You don’t sound too sure there, pretty sus,” he says. Your face heats up a little, you’re not the imposter, but it feels like you are.

“She was in o2 and then we went to Navigation,” Corpse answers, and you breathe out as he takes on the interrogation.

“Oh you were together?” Rae asks, and you know that tone she’s got. It’s the tone that says she’ll be messaging you right away.

“Well yeah, it’s her first game, I’m not gonna leave her alone,” he says and you smile at that.

“Yeah we’ve been together the whole time,” you add and it’s left at that. No-one votes anyone out, since no-ones really too suspicious. You carry on the game, and you find yourself really enjoying it, though the questioning part is kind of stressful. You can see why Corpse likes it so much, it’s really fun. You’re in electrical, humming as you do your task when Rae comes next to you.

“Hey,” you greet her.

“I’m sorry, nothing personal,” she replies. Before you have a chance to say a word, she kills you and you look on in shock as your ghost floats above your body. You listen into the meeting as Rae continues to lie and plead her case. She’s good, but Corpse knows better.

“Wait, you said you found her in electrical and you were where?”

“I was in Upper Engine, and then I went to electrical to do my task,” Rae answers, her voice even and calm.

“I was in Lower Engine, and I didn’t see you,” Corpse says, and you grin at the fact Rae’s been found out. That’s what she gets for killing you.

“You were doing your task, I passed right by you,” Rae starts. She pleads her case, but it’s too late and she’s voted out.

“That was so much fun!” you declare. “I can see why you guys play it all the time.”

“Yes! We have converted another!” Felix shouts in victory.

“And all it took was Corpse,” Rae mutters sarcastically.

“Don’t get bitter Rachel, just get better,” you reply, causing the group to laugh.

You get the hang of it after a few games, and find yourself agreeing to stay while the others stream, though you decide against it yourself. You’ve only streamed once by yourself, and it was a very casual affair and you don’t want to feel too much pressure while you enjoy yourself. You know that Corpse gets nervous when he streams and he’s been doing it for so much longer, so you can only imagine how nervous you would be.

You tap your fingernails against the keyboard as the lobby counts down, any previous nerves have been replaced with excitement.

IMPOSTER flashes across. You’re the only one, your astronaut looks lonely on the screen by itself, and the red letters almost taunt you.

“Shit,” you mutter as your brain goes into overdrive. What was it Corpse had said before? Not to be too obvious. You don’t kill immediately, instead going at your previous pace to not look too suspicious. You were still fairly new to the game, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

You fake your task in Cafeteria before venting over to Navigation where Toast was.

“Hi Toast!” you greet, coming to stand next to him as you pretend you’re doing the task.

“Oh hey yn,” he says. It doesn’t seem like he suspects you, and you’re not quite sure when to click the Kill button. You do it anyway before running out and going down and into shields. There’s adrenaline running through you as the dead body’s reported and you crack your knuckles before putting on your game face. You were going to play dumb, play the confused newbie - because to them, that’s what you were.

“YN, where were you?” Corpse asks. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t going to get away with this.

You twiddle your hair as you draw out your words, playing the role perfectly. “Uhm I was in...shields? I think that’s what it’s called. I was in the cafeteria before that though.”

“Wait, you couldn’t have, I was in weapons. I would have seen you,” Sykkuno says.

You open your mouth to talk. “She could have vented,” Felix comments, and the rest of the group starts to agree.

“Guys, I don’t even know what venting is. I literally just started playing,” you point out, giggling.

“That’s true,” Rae agrees and you knew there was a reason you loved her.

“Bullshit! She’s playing you with her “oh I don’t know how to play” schtick,” Felix proclaims.

“Aw, that’s kind of rude, Felix. I’m just enjoying the game, doing the tasks,” you say, pouting a little. He’s the next on your list.

Everyone skips the vote and you lean over your laptop, ready for the next round. You were going to win this. You kill Rae and Toast next, and yet again, manage to worm your way out of any suspicion. You can sense that Corpse and Felix are starting to get suspicious of you, and you know you need to bring out the big guns to throw them off.

You catch Sykkuno in Med Bay after checking the cams in Security.

“Hi yn!” he greets, and you almost feel guilty as you kill him. He’s so sweet and innocent, but unfortunately, casualties are a given. You pass Felix as he comes out of reactor and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk your way out of this one again.

“I passed yn as I came out of reactor,” Felix shouts with a hint of glee.

You roll your eyes; this is going to be tough. “Yeah I came from Upper Engine, I was finishing part 2 of a task.”

“I was in Electrical, where was the body?” Corpse asks.

“Med Bay. And the only one that could’ve been there was yn,” Felix starts.

“Well no, you could have passed me and killed Sykkuno then self reported,” you reply. “I think you can do that right?”

Corpse hums in agreement. “Oh come on! She’s being really sus,” Felix argues.

“You are being a little sus yn,” Corpse comments.

“Corpse. You don’t really think it’s me do you?” You decide to lower your voice a little, your tone sweet but sultry. “You only taught me like an hour ago, there’s no way I’d be able to fool everybody so quickly.” You get close to the mic so it’s like you’re speaking only to Corpse. “Remember what I said? You’re a master at this.” You’re laying it on thick, and for a brief second you think you’ve been too over the top.

“This is difficult,” Corpse says, and you see the seconds count down, your heartbeat starts to quicken.

“Corpse, stop being a fucking simp and vote her out!” Felix demands.

“Corpsie baby,” you drawl out and you smile in success as you hear him sigh, almost shakily. You’ve got this in the bag. The victory screen flashes up and you cheer.

“Fuck yeah!” you shout, patting yourself on the back. You laugh as you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Good game yn!” Sykkuno comments, the others agreeing.

“Not fair, you used your womanly wiles against Corpse,” Felix says.

“Gotta use them for something. Not my fault Corpse knows where his allegiance lies,” you reply laughing a little.

You stretch, your back crying out in pain from being hunched over so long. You let out a long, loud moan of relief as you straighten your spine, your shoulders relaxing as you move from side to side.

“Your mic’s not muted” Corpse points out, clearing his throat. You feel your stomach drop and your face instantly becomes hot. Shit.

“Oh. Uh. I totally forgot about that,” you say, forcing out a chuckle. You screw your eyes shut, any happiness has been now replaced by red hot shame. “So this was fun, uh, really fun, but um, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go. So...yeah. Bye guys, have fun!”

You click to exit without giving anyone a chance to say a word, and drop your head into your hands.

“Can’t wait to see what they say on Twitter about this,” you mutter into your hands.

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lifeisaboutbeeltits · 3 years ago

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ SOFT SCENARIO AT MIDNIGHT PART 1 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

✎ ALL CHARA BELONG TO: OBEY ME! ONE MASTER TO RULE THEM ALL

✎ Lucifer x ReaderAsMC, Mammon x ReaderAsMC, Leviathan x ReaderAsMC

♫ Use your earphone to get the best quality while reading! ♫

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Lucifer:

You feel someone pulling your hair in the middle of the night. Slowly you opened your eyes and saw lucifer's body that hit your hair. You muttered under your breath to try to wake lucifer but to no avail. Finally you try to start cuddling him and finally lucifer's pretty crimson eyes start to blink "Did you have a bad dream, MC?" He asked. "It's not, just that my hair got stuck on you" So lucifer immediately lifted his body and your hair was free. "Are you hurt?" He asked "It's not a big problem. It's okay, I'm fine" lucifer slowly stroked your head. "My apologies, MC. I didn't mean it that way." He said. "It's not a big deal. But actually it hurts a bit..." Lucifer immediately pulled you into his arms. " Im sorry about it. Let me brush it then " Lucifer started to stroke your hair ... To play it exactly. He twirled your hair in his fingers gently while stroking it softly. Then he went back to combing it with his hands and twirled it again. Noticing that you were staring at him, Lucifer laughed softly. "Is something wrong?" "Its nothing, Lucifer" As you began to rub his head too. Lucifer smiling affectionally and let your hand travel down to his baby hair. You both kissing each other as the time become more late. Then for closing, Lucifer rubs his head against your hair and kisses it. "Sleep MC. Good night, Sweetheart"

Mammon:

It's a cold night and a thick blanket won't warm you enough. You try turning left and right to warm yourself up, but it's useless. So you turned to Mammon who was soundly asleep under the thick blanket without being disturbed. "Mammon... Hug me. It's cold" Mammon yawned "It's 2 pm. Whaaats going oooooon...... Yaaaawnnn" You tried to hug him and Mammon just pushed him away "W- WHAT DO YOU WANT T- TO DO, HUMAN?!?!" Panic immediately enveloped the tsundere demon. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You're cute when you act like this. Your cheeks are so red... they must be warm..." Then Mammon's cheeks immediately turned the color of tomatoes. "What is that?! Go back to sleep. I won't give you anything." You frowning, but an idea popped into your head. "How about.... I just go to Levi's room? I think it will be warm...." Mammon, as you thought, immediately got up and hugged you in his arms. "DONT YOU DARE LEAVE ME" He said frantically as he started to grab a jacket and put it on himself. Then he watched with a sense of prestige and outstretched hands. "What are you waiting for? Isn't it rare that you have the opportunity to hug The Great Mammon? Don't waste it." He said quickly. Even though you know how often mammon offers hugs, you still don't waste it and still hug him tightly. Then you feel the zipper on your back. "I-it's not because I'm afraid that you'll just quietly leave! I-it's just to keep our bodies warm! Got it?! I'm cold too!" said mammon who could sleep soundly in just ordinary pajamas 10 minutes ago. You just laughed softly and then started to lie down with him. Mammon raised a thick blanket to cover the two of you. While you sleep, Mammon glances and give you a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Then he doesn't sleep for the next 1 hour to regret it (Trust me, he doesnt regret it at all, since he do that to his beloved one)

Leviathan:

You wake up cause you hear someone mumbling in front of you. Leviathan who was sleeping turned out to be muttering something. Fad, finally you try to hear it "... Sometimes I feel that I'm so unworthy of you. I'm just a useless otaku. whereas you are so loved by everyone here. But you are so kind, MC. You even love me without looking down on me. Thanks to you I can try to open myself to the outside world and struggle to do new things, even if it's scary sometimes. I love you, MC..." Levi said. You were so moved by his words that you unconsciously patted Levi's head and woke him up. "MC..? Why is your face red...?" he said. "DON'T TELL ME I SAY SOMETHING WEIRD WHEN I SLEEP.... WAIT, DID I?" Levi immediately blushed and covered his face. You laughed lightly, "You're so cute Levi. I love you too. Sorry for waking you up" You said. "No.. its okay....! Just... Sleep okay...?!" He stammered. A few minutes passed but you still couldn't sleep. So you just silently stare at the bathtub while contemplating. Soon levi spoke again "MC... if you haven't slept, come closer here. It's much warmer here, you know?" Unsuspectingly you shifted and were soon caught by his long tail. The tail hugged your legs tightly while Levi laughed softly in his sleep muttering. Whether he was seriously just mumbling or he meant it that way but to shy to admit it loudly, you don't know. All you remember is you kissed his forehead after he said "MC, thank you for accepting me. I really love you"

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This is not the first time I make this tho. But someone recommended me to write this on tumblr. This is the first time I writing here. Did y'all like it? If u have any suggestion, I did like to hear it, so I can do more in the "lil brother" scenario next. Enjoy your day, everyone!

MORE PART

Part 2 (Little brothers)

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anonair · 3 years ago

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭- 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: No warnings!

𝐬��𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N has been feeling really comfortable around her new boyfriend, Randy. However, there are parts of her that he hasn’t seen, like her psoriasis, and she doesn’t know if she is ready to show that part of herself off.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @randyortont

NOT PROOFREAD!

Randy and you have been getting a lot more close lately. Considering he got some time to just relax with you, you have been way more open and talkative with him lately. Your relationship is new and though you’ve been feeling pretty confident in your connection with him, you still have doubts.

Maybe its the fact that he’s a WWE superstar and practically could have anyone that looked his way that made you have your guard up or the fact that you still can’t fathom how someone of his social popularity level would want someone that is so private with their life.. You didn’t know, but something always was private about you and Randy enjoyed the chase. He continued to dig and as odd as it sounded, you enjoyed the feeling of someone being interested in you; Yes, you find it scary and keep your guard up, but finally being the center of someones attention felt good.

Randy had invited you over to his mansion with a few of his WWE friends. He specifically told you to bring an extra change of clothes for his pool. It was nice weather out and though you were excited to be in the pool, you were also nervous to be in a bathing suit around him.

Time had went by quicker than you knew it and you found yourself driving toward his house. Your heart fluttered as you made it to his home. Big and intimidating, but something about his house always felt like home to you- maybe it was just because you knew he would be there to cover you in warmth and make you feel loved. You parked your car, getting out with your bag of your swim suit and extra clothes in one hand and walking toward his door. Before you could even knock, the door swung open to reveal Randy in his swimming trunks all ready to go. You blushed, as you didn’t put your bathing suit on in preparation. Nonetheless, he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you in, planting a loving kiss against your lips. Something about his arms around you made all your worries go away. It happened every time and is exactly how he managed to get past all of the walls you built up. He pulled back, releasing you to walk freely in the house. You walked in, your cheeks rosy red and warm. “I’m sorry I didn’t come in my bathing suit, I don’t know why I didn’t.” You laughed, as his face showed he wasn’t phased by your mix up. He smiled, “Its alright, love. Im just happy you’re here. Many people can’t make it, but your face was the one I was looking forward to seeing the most. “ He cheekily replied, leaning in for another kiss on your lips. “Just go get dressed in my room, I’m going to walk toward the back and get the grill started.” You nodded, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

You walked up the grand stairs to his master bedroom. His room was a place of security for you. The amount of times you guys watched movies and cuddled always made you feel safe. You placed your bag on the floor, unzipping it and rummaging through it to find your swim suit. Ah, a classic black two-piece. You were excited to put it on, but there were parts of your body Randy hadn’t seen yet. Considering you guys haven’t done the deed, you knew that there were parts of his body that were unseen by him. It made you nervous, but you were ready. You slipped off your slippers, unzipping your bus jeans and sliding them off along with your underwear. You folded your jeans and placed them neatly near your bag, doing the same when you took off your shirt and bra. You glanced at yourself in the mirror before sliding on your black two-piece. It was strapless and perfectly complimented your body shape. The only thing you were nervous about was him noticing your psoriasis. However, you were ready. If Randy wanted you, he would have to learn to love all parts of you!

You took a deep breath and smiled at yourself in the mirror, jumping a little bit when you seen his bedroom door open. “Hey, my love, You ready? I got the grill all set up!” Randy said, his voice a little raspy. “Babe, you startled me!” You said, putting your hand over your heart and laughing nervously. “Is everything okay?” He asked, moving closer. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He continued, his facial expression changing to a more caring look. “Of course, I was just nervous. This is your first time seeing me in a swim suit, I just had to have a little talk with myself before going out.” You said, the nervousness in your voice prominent throughout the conversation. He picked up on the vibe, embracing you in his arms and looking down at you. “Whats wrong?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I just don’t want you to look at me different now that I’m showing you my body. We have such a good connection and I don’t want to change that by involving our physical appearance into things.” You said, continuing on “I’m not perfect like you or every other girl you may see. Im ready to be very open with you and I just hope you don’t start picking out my flaws.” You said, your eyes glossy and wide. He sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t want you to think like that, our connection goes way beyond physical appearance. After all, you showed me how to love without lust being involved. “ He said. He was right, you and him have been dating for over 3 months and have only gone as far as making out. He respects your boundaries, so why not be open and just put it all on the table. “You opened up my eyes to a whole new world of love- something I never thought id feel again.” He smiled, looking down at you and pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled through the kiss, pulling back for a moment. “So even if I have psoriasis you wouldn’t care?” You joked, being slightly serious in the moment. You didn’t know how to handle it, you just wanted to point it out before he or anyone else did.

“Babe, that doesn’t define who you are as a person. You are beautiful inside and out and I’m sure that when we get to that stage in our relationship, you’d still be just as beautiful to me. If not, more beautiful. For now, lets enjoy being in the pool.” He smiled, he trailed his fingertips up and down your back, making you feel that special feeling again that only he brought out of you. You blushed, “I love you.” You said for the first time. You both knew you loved each other, but neither one of you wanted to say the L-word yet. His face changed, confirming that he loved you back without even saying anything. “I love you too, and I’ll love you every step of the way.” He said confidently. You two let the moment sink in for a second. It sounded crazy that in just three months, you could fall in love with someone. Randy made it all possible for you again. He was just amazing in every aspect of the word.

He cut the moment off by saying “All of my guests cancelled on my besides you, I need some cheering up.” He laughed, untangling his arms from around you and tugging your hand.He gave you a big pouty look.

You took your index fingers up to the sides of his lips, curving them up so he’d look like he was smiling. “There, this is the smile id like to see.” You both laughed, and what felt like a sad moment got turned into a beautiful, funny moment…

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years ago

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haikyuu boys as part of the mafia + how he met you

note: i just thought of this while im washing the dishes HAHA. female reader insert. also happy birthday to the ultimate baby bokuto 🥺💖

warnings: nsfw, mention of violence, grammar issues because im dumb asf

bokuto kotaro

decoy/manipulator

has a two persona that is best used especially when he is in the midst of a deal

even though he’s a decoy, it is enough to send a rival down to his knees and beg for his mercy

Because bokuto doesn’t show tiny bit of his mercy especially when his dominating side takes over him

Is a good manipulator. To the point that you would have constant nightmares with just the slip of his words.

Good with his hands. Quite aggressive. Yet he plays his cards elegantly like the man he is.

you met him in a luxurious casino. you were the attendant of his table and you could always note how fast his mood changes and it was scary. you carefully stacked the chips in front of him, feeling the heavy weight of his stern gaze. you saw from your peripheral how his hands slid down the edge of the mahogany. “play with me.”

you didn’t answere and continued on organizing the stacks for a new game as per bokuto’s request but he repeated those words again, “play with me. you. im talking to you.”

and you did. he lost. and that’s what made you terrified even more. he grew dejected and stormed out of the casino like a raging tsunami.

that didn’t made bokuto happy at all, so he made sure to find you so he could play with you once more. it didn’t caused him a sweat when he found out where your apartment complex is. and his words have shaken you when he laid the stacks of money on your table and said, “play with me. the loser gets to kiss the winner, if you’ll allow it of course.”

there’s something with his words that are like witchcraft spells. and you found yourself nodding, yes.

daichi sawamura -

the kingpin.

daichi is the leader of the mafia group: karasuno or better known as their alias ‘lethal crows’.

daichi is born into the syndicate. so he doesn’t get caught up unlike amateur people in the black world.

undergone strenuous training just to prove himself as the worthy kingpin.

he often orders the assassination and criminal deals.

he isn’t as ‘intimidating’ like how people expect kingpins to act, but daichi has his own way that makes people so afraid of him. if he wishes to kill on the spot, he kills. even if you’re something important, if you annoyed him to the edge, you’re six feet deep.

however, one flaw of daichi is that he prioritizes his members that he doesn’t oversees the barriers coming his way.

you met him during this time when curiosity get the best of you. you entered this fancy yet abandoned building in hopes of scavenging something that was left by its past owners. however, no treasure came to your view, rather a drug deal with bunch of rogue looking guys.

“daichi?” you were so shocked to see your co-worker in an expensive designer coat sitting in this throne like chair with stack of bills piled in front of him. he isn’t the typical guy you were used to seeing: the goofy guy in the fryer with his greasy apron.

you didn’t expect him to be so, different.

“who’s this?” tanaka rose up to his seat. cracking his knuckles while giving you a dangerous look.

“let her enjoy her remaining life as a free citizen. after this..” he counted the bills and paused at look at you, “you’re coming with me.”

akaashi keiji

weaponry/gadgets specialist

Quite reserved.

He is often hired to big projects but he would turn it down if it requires his apperance.

No matter how much his members push him to bite off the job he wouldn’t, not unless he works up in the roofs, alone.

Usually works in the shadows. Where his identity is hidden.

Ask him about any weapon, he’ll have an answer in a few.

give him a vague description of a bomb, he’ll have it ready, ticking, for you.

he met you when you walked into his first walked in his gang’s base, with your red stilettos clicking aggressively against the marbled tile. then comes the second meeting and the third till you’ve both made good acquaintances. you liked him. for both his smart mouth and big dick. if he wasn’t just too difficult to persevere.

but you could see that way his breath hitched the moment you walked in with your fitted versace dress. which made you cocky from head to toe.

he could note the way your lips tugs upward as you scan the whole interior of the place. you didn’t need it though as you know every curvature of the place. you were just that shit going around him so you could give him a good view of yourself that he refused indulge in.

you stopped midway to stare at him from head to toe then back to his pretty face. gaze fixated on his kissable lips. despite your urge to kiss him up, you decided to tease, “give me something bold.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me, akaashi.”

and he gave you a fancy handgun, a caliber. however that wasn’t your request. you pulled his shirt and whispered to his ears, “i said i want something bold. want me to spell it out for you? A-k-a-a-s-h-i”

and you walked away. just like that and things just became bold in your apartment complex.

oikawa tooru

underboss/ loverboy

Smooth talker. Usually uses his pretty face as an advantage to get something off girls that swoon over him.

he is quite unpredictable as well.

he approached you out of nowhere in the met gala and you were forced to be in his own disposal. he isn’t really a headache to deal with. but you aren’t here to flirt around especially with pretty boys like him. there is something in him that is similar with a ticking bomb. so best is to admire guys like him at a distance.

however, oikawa is determined to chase over you. because you are like a diamond in a room full of charcoal.

he approached you immediately when you stopped by in the concession stand to nurse yourself a cocktail.

“fancy a dance, miss?”

you looked at him. oikawa tooru. beautiful as they say but you immediately walked away.

oikawa smirked to himself, “if you just don’thold a precious information. i wouldn’t chase over a doll like you.”

tendou satori

head of intelligence

can predict the moves of the rivalry gang

so in result they end up getting butchered thanks to tendou’s half assed predictions.

guess monster

the boys entered the room with a agitated expression painting their faces.

tendou raised a brow and looked at the boy filling in their ammos. “what’s up boys?”

“we got played.”

tendou grinned. “oh, interesting. who pulled an ace card?”

“y/n of the yakuza.”

tendou made sure to track you down for meddling in his play.

kyoutani kentaro

torture specialist

All the dirty work is assigned to him

But kyoutani is quite carefree with his job, to the point where oikawa needs to step in to clean after his mess.

he is really brutal when it comes to finishing a rat pack from a rivalry gang and he gives no mercy.

knows every possible way of killing

but he fancies using the bat since it can strengthen his arm strength and it’s practical.

loves the sound of metal clashing with hard skull with the splasing sound of fresh blood slightly staining his skin.

you were both childhood sweethearts. however, you were the only one pursuing him because he doesn’t want to commit anything to you. not until you found out about him and his crucial job out of accident and he was forced to confess to you, and it was the reason why he don’t want to accept your heart.

one time he went home and he couldn’t find any trace of you. panic coursed through his veins when he heard your cries over the line.

“fucking touch her and i will drench all of you in boiling acid.”

ushijima wakatoshi

hand to hand combatant

people are usually afraid of him because of how he could flip people off easily without drenching a sweat

he has the capability to run a whole gang just by himself

but he would just rather go and fight fist first

and chill afterwards

both of you met when you were scouted as a new member and part of the group’s test is to have a hand to hand combant against wakatoshi.

you were mortified when he approached you. with his large built and driving aura.

“ready?” he asked lowly.

“no?”

he raised a brow, “i bet.”

and he let you win just so you would get accepted in the gang.

tanaka ryuunosuke

hand to hand combatant

really moody

aggressive and violent

could kill with just the use of his hands, alone.

but he has his soft moments too but this happens when the moon turns blue.

you were tasked to be his sparring mate. and to be frank, you were really spooked and frightened that you won’t get out of the arena, working let alone, alive.

and to see him up close, it was really, a deal. he’s tall, with a slim yet broad frame, and really is intimidating. he gave you a look and ruffled your hair.

“i don’t hurt girls.”

that was the first time you saw him smile. rumors said he never did.

sugawara koushi

consigliere

smart shit.

he’s usually responsible for the activities of the group.

master at hiding the illegal stuff away from prying eyes

and a genius at continuing the legal stuffs even though it’s just for a front

he is also the adviser of the kingpin, especially at plans and deals on heists and forgery

at some point, he is the official diplomat for Japan.

he met you when he is trying to study the floor plan on the central bank. he was in this beige tux, with his gray hair brush up to give justice to his whole other persona.

you came up to him and offered him installation plans and bank deals perfect for a bachelor like him.

he gave you a smile, “i will be meeting you soon.”

and he did. in a creepy dali mask and a red overalls. “i told you, i will be back.”

iwaizumi hajime

sniper

he goes with codes to maintain his anonymity

he works like a black panther, often sleek yet deadly

even the police couldn’t catch up with his hideous crimes because he never leaves unwanted trails behind

kills in his own special way

one time, he made someone swallow a C-4 and stitched his neck leaving it looking so grotesque

and boom, red, bloody like a slaughter house

he once made his way onto one of oikawa’s fancy bar to unwind. however, things went distrupt when there was a sudden shootout. he was beyond amused at how petty the shooters were aiming down at him. it was full of chaos.

he ducked down to fill in his ammos but he could see a figure crouched down underneath the satin cloths drench haphazardly above the tall tables.

he yanked the cloth and saw you there, looking lost as fuck. “what the hell are you doing here?!”

your eyes widened at the sight of the handsome man looking down at you as if you’re some unknown species. “uhm— chilling?”

he repeated your words. “chilling? in a middle of a fucking shoot out?”

“yo. i was lost okay? i don’t know where the exit is”

he grabbed you and threw his arms over your head so you’re protected from the stray bullets ricocheting over the place. “you’re a fucking goner.”

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i hope you guys like this 🥺💖💖

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vampelune · 4 years ago

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hajime headcanons

i wrote these out for a cc anon but i wanna post em all in one place here

he has freckles and tans easy

i like trans ftm hajime . though i flip flop between cis hajime and trans hajime in my works haha. i rlly love him as trans tho.

he knows how to skateboard HAHA its one of the hobbies he still participates in at times. you would never guess by looking at him, though.

if he didn't get into hopes peak i swear on my life this dude wouldve been the business major in college who just picked that because he doesn't know what to do with his life & its the Default major for mfs who have no goals

he probably has lots of random knowledge about various hobbies and skills because he's tried to do so many and find his "talent", like knowing one or two songs on several instruments, knowing how to repair various utilities. he probably jumped through electives and clubs in middle school & high school. so i think hajime on his own would be a slight jack of all trades, master of none. But then he gets izuru'd and he really is a master of all trades.

as is canon he's one of those kids that fades into the background, so i bet he didn't have much of a social life. he seems like an overachiever kid, too, so he probably spent more time working and trying to find his talent than he did socializing. he probably only had unmemorable friends throughout school that didn't stick. though he does attract the attention of the sdr2 kids pretty hard, he probably had a LOT of friends. just people who came to him for help on studying, projects, etc, whatever. gets invited to some parties just because everyone kinda knows him, vaguely, and probably owes him for some help. but no close friends, no girlfriend or boyfriend. he'd be really inexperienced with close relationships by the time he meets the other sdr2 kids.

i actually like the idea that he hung out with sato & natsumi, you know, before all of that went under. i think in a non-despair au they could've been a good friend group.

really cookie cutter family. both parents working office jobs. he's emotionally detached from his family. loves them, but, there just never was the time or that big of an effort made on anyone's part to become really tight knit. he still has fond memories of his childhood, though.

kusamochi is his favorite food because it's traditionally eaten on new years. it's also one of the first foods he ever learned how to cook, with his extended family on new years. when he was younger, they would have gatherings with all extended family every new years, especially because it was hajime's birthday. but as he got older those happened less and less, and now, after everything, he still makes himself kusamochi every new years.

chiaki was his first real crush, but it was unrequited. since she was also kinda his first real friend, it was hard to differentiate between friend love and genuine crush. he knows now after everything it was probably the former, but he still loved her immensely, most than most things. even when she wasn't the best, or couldn't help him like he needed.

i think if he had a pet he would have a cat. a childhood cat he grew up with and passed away when he was in his teens, hasn't gotten a new one since because he's too focused on school & with his hopes peak workload, and his busy parents, there just wouldn't be time for caring for a pet. and i bet he would've named his cat mochi when he was little, because he liked kusamochi so much <33 sobs

post-dr3 hajime doesn't completely effortlessly use his talents, and with a lot of them, he needs to concentrate and think hard to focus and apply them. some things are reflexive, but others are more dormant. because of this, he can still get distracted and screw things up. when he does start using his talents, though, he goes more on the "izuru" side of his personality, very intense, a little scary from an outside perspective, and more cold and calculating.

he has days that are more izuru than others, since they're both him now, in essence. and because that's just, irreparable damage done onto your brain, he can have mood swings, bad days, even weeks, where he's much more cold and unfeeling. in these states, though, he tends to just work himself into a hole because it's all he can do, since that sense of "boredom" comes back on days like these. (like anhedonia, in depression. there's just some days like that, you know?) and the only one capable of helping him through these states is komaeda. (sorry, im slipping in my komahina agenda)

i kinda have a guilty pleasure for the headcanon that he grew taller from all the drugs and surgery they put him on during the project, especially because he was 18? so he still had room to grow taller. he's 5'10 in the nwp so i think 6'0 izuru/post-game hajime is, kinda hot. Though if you go by his localization height (5'8) then just put him right back up to 5'10 LOL

for the trans agenda, the reason he dislikes sakuramochi so much is because it's a treat typically eaten on "girls' day" in japan, and he always hated that day.

this isn't a headcanon. more of an observation, really. but i really dont like calling hajime "tsundere" because he doesn't fit that mold at all. he's dense & just comes off as blunt and rude, plus he's easily irritable. this isn't a tsundere trait, he isn't purposefully mean to hide his feelings for someone. he's just confused and doesn't even understand his own feelings most of the time, especially when it's a complex relationship like with nagito. if anything, hopes peak or ch4 nagito is more of a tsundere haha cuz he purposely is mean to hajime & talks down to him to hide his own feelings that is already aware of, because he's trying to force himself to stop caring after learning hes a talentless nobody & fell to despair.

#hajime hinata #danganronpa #kota.txt #izuru kamukura #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #sdr2

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kimnjss · 4 years ago

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get even | ksj

⤑ series: sugar free

⤑ genre: angst, rich!jin x artist!reader, college au.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 4.4K

⤑ warnings: humilation (it’s not a kink here tho), suggestive topics, nudity... (this lowkey pretty tame, ngl).

⤑ A/N: a little late, but i literally just finished this and did like a half ass job editing it, buuut i really wanted to get this out bc OHMYGOD (you’ll see) - don’t forget to let me know what you think, your feedback is my favorite! x

A bet. The second the words left Yuna's lips you felt your blood begin to boil. Was that what all of this was? Why Jin had been so persistent to be around you, to get you to like him... so he could win a measly 100 bucks from his friends. That was it?

You felt sick to the stomach, on the verge of screaming at the top of your lung. How could you allow yourself to be so stupid? To not be able to see past the cheap facade, protect yourself like you had done countless times before. To think you were slowly starting to melt, starting to see yourself becoming comfortable around him. Smiling a bit too wide when texting him into the late hours of the night, moving a little too fast when his name was lighting up your screen.

He had been playing you for a fool this entire time and the only thing you could think of was how could you get even. At this point, he had no idea that you were on to him. Still thought that everything was going according to his plan, boy was he wrong. You were going to get him back, flip the tables so he was the one left licking his wounds. Who the hell did he think he was?

The idea came to you a few hours after hanging up with Yuna. The anger that had blinded you earlier finally subsiding enough for you to properly check the messages that had been flooding your inbox in the time since. Most of which were from the group chat of your best friends. Making a mental note to tell Yoongi about his role in this bet as well, you immediately clicked on the latest message from Jin.

[15:59] seokjin: did you pick a movie for tonight, yet?? i saw something you might like.

Instantly you're scoffing at the reminder that you were supposed to be out with this man in a little over an hour. You had actually been looking forward to this date, a more relaxed setting where you two could truly be yourselves around each other. The hell with that now.

Quickly, you were typing back your response. Ignoring the fact that it was coming in three hours too late. He could wait. If he felt like he could use you as a ploy in this stupid game with his friends. Then he could wait a few hours for your reply.

[18:12] to seokjin: oooh, surprise me then! im getting ready right now, see you in a bit?

Rolling your eyes at your overly enthusiastic you're standing from your position on your bed, moving to your dresser to pick something to wear tonight.

When you were in your early teens and just getting to know Namjoon and his friends, not a day would go by without an argument between you and Jungkook to take place. He always felt the need to try and one-up you, always had an opinion on what you were saying, and never believed you were as smart as him.

The fact you got into your shared middle school solely on recommendation had nothing to do with his thought conclusion. Anyway, something that young Jungkook found extremely amusing was pranking. Loved the thought of tricking someone to the point of them getting upset only for him to shout: 'Relax, it's just a prank.' It was his favorite pass time, especially when you were involved.

Quickly, you were picking up on his tactics and soon enough you were able to counter all of his 'well thought out' deceptions in a way he was the one with the egg on his face in the end. Fast forward years later, you and Jungkook hardly argued as much and he found more interested in girls than pranks... but that didn't mean you forgot how to play along.

The forced learned deception would be applied tonight. How dare that boy think he could pull a fast one on you and get off scratch free? Yeah, right. There was going to be hell to pay. And you were going to make sure of it.

Despite the fact, this was only a movie date and you could pretty much dress down when sitting in a dark room for hours, what you wore held a big part of your plan for tonight. Of course, you didn't want to make it obvious that your goal was to turn heads. Something subtle but undeniably sexy that his jaw was dropping at the first sight of you.

It had been a while since you wore your bright red mini skirt and it fit tighter than you remembered. Deciding the tightness fit the theme of tonight, you're tucking your long sleeve black turtleneck into the skirt; admiring the way the form-fitting material highlights the natural curves of your body.

A large heart belt to give your waist that extra snatch and short black boots to tie it all together. Yeah, this guy is not going to know what hit him once he caught sight of you – you were sure of that much.

Makeup had never really been something that you cared a whole lot for. Loved the way a bare face felt as opposed to being caked up for hours. Tonight was an exception though, you had to play the part, right?

One short, way too detailed YouTube tutorial later, and you're being interrupted by the knock on your front door. With a final swipe of lip gloss onto your softened lips, you're moving from the mirror to answer the door.

“Oh! Are you early or am I running late?” Jin stands on the other door, a large hoodie covering his slender figure and black jeans clinging to his legs. He eyes you shamelessly, seeming to have missed the words that had just left your lips. Bingo! “Here come in, I'm almost done,” You're turning, leading him into your house acting as if you hadn't noticed the way his eyes dropped when he thought your back was too him.

Too freaking easy. Guys were too easy, it was sad.

Just for good measure, you lead him to your couch; delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist. You're gesturing him to sit with a gentle tug of his wrist and his body moves accordingly, eyes never once lifting from you.

“I'll just be another minute,” You promise, watching as he pushes a smile on his face before nodding. You make your way down the corridor and into your bedroom, honestly finished with getting ready but not against making the boy sweat for a little bit.

Ten full minutes pass by of you just sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone before you're deciding that it was time to go. Jin stands as soon as you're exiting the room, composure back in check – that familiar smug look settled on his features once again. He spares you only a single glance as if he hadn't been full-on drooling when you first had opened the door.

“You ready?” His voice sounds deeper than you remember and you can't help but wonder if he was forcing it in hopes to impress you. Not caring much to mull over the question, you're nodding your head. The heels of your boots clack against the hardwood floor as you move to meet his side.

Jin thoughtlessly slides his arm around your waist, a simple gesture that pulls an annoying reaction from you. He leads you out of the front door, waiting patiently on the steps as you lock up.

“No, Minho?” You're asking, noticing the absence of the shiny SUV parked on the curb. Jin is shaking his head, digging into his front pockets for something you can only assume is a key due to the metallic jingle filling your ears. “Gave him the night off... it's just me and you,” He grins and you smile back, of course, your master plan in mind and in no way a natural reaction to the sight of his contagious smile.

He's pulling a silver key from his pocket, clicking the remote and you nearly jump at the sound of the beep. Bright lights illuminating the headlights of the sport's car parked just a few feet from your building. “Is that your car!?” Wondering out loud and neglecting to check the excitement in your tone.

Jin watches with a knowing grin as you make your way over to the vehicle, cautious palms sliding over the fresh paint. You couldn't believe what you were staring at. A 2019 Alfa Romeo Giulia in the shade midnight black; an all-red leather interior... were you going to be sitting in that? This was what he was going to be taking you to the movies in?

“It's nice, right? Got it for my birthday last year... a little bored of it now, though.” You hear the cocky tone of his voice, the 'I'm-so-much-richer-than-you' twang that has your blood boiling. With a roll of your eyes, hands now stiff and dropping to your side you step back.

“It's alright,” You say with a shrug, pulling the passenger's side door open and sliding in before he even has the chance to reach for it. No point in keeping up with his fake gentlemen facade, you could very well open your own doors.

Despite your slight shift in mood, Jin is still smiling. Not thinking twice about you not letting him open up the door you and sliding in on his side. Instantly, he's pulling his seat belt on; twisting the key in the ignition and you melt at the hum of the engine coming to life.

“What's the movie you picked?” You're asking as a few moments of silence passed, the only sound that had filled the car in the past eight minutes was the radio that he liked to keep on low for some reason.

His gaze is shooting in your direction, eyes wide as if he hadn't expected to hear your voice just then. You offer up a gentle smile, blinking your eyes cutely up at him as you wait for his response. Jin's adam's apple bobs as he turns his attention back onto the road.

“It. Have you already gone? It came out a few weeks ago,”

You're shaking your head, ignoring the fact that if you had been the one to choose the movie for tonight – that would have been your choice. Even if you had already seen it, horror films were at the top of your list of faves... which was weird, because you had it on pretty good standing that Jin wasn't into scary movies.

Either way, it wasn't like you planned on having him pay all that much attention to the movie in the first place.

As expected, Jin paid for both your ticket and his. He purchased a large bucket of popcorn for the two of you to share and a couple of drinks to counter to salty effects of the treat. What a shame he was actually a douche bag, otherwise you would've swooned at his catering.

Seats smartly chosen in the back row, where you could see the entire movie screen clearly but avoid being spotted by the other moviegoers. With the risk of being obvious, you lifted the armrest that divided your two seats long before the movie had started. Forty minutes in and several popcorn jerking jumps after, you were taking advantage of your early decision.

“It's a bit cold in here, don't you think?” You spoke with a pout, eyes lifting to grasp his attention. He was staring at you, head shaking in a nod and you could tell he was searching his mind for ways to make you more comfortable. How sweet. “Should we sit a bit closer?” Voice laced with velvet, you're already scooting over the gap before he can disagree.

Not like he planned to, the moment Jin's realizing what's going on; he's moving to close any left space between you two. His arm lifting to wrap around your shoulders as he tucks your body into his side. The movement so fluid and natural that you can't help but wonder how many times he's pulled the same move – no prompting needed.

A few moments passed with your body cradled in his arms, his warmth surrounding you, and the strong scent of his cologne intoxicating you. You had noticed this the first time the two of you went out, Jin was well put together in his clothes and he always smelt so good. Not sure what it was, but the way that he smelt never failed to make your stomach flip.

But it wasn't the time for that. Right now, it was time to put your perfect revenge plan into action. Delicately, the tips of his fingers ran over the swell of his chest, admiring the way the muscle felt underneath your digits. Dropping your hand lower, you spread your palm against his abs.

He had been so invested in the movie during your initial contact, that he hadn't noticed the feeling of your fingers on his chest... or chose not to acknowledge it. Now that you were tracing the ridges of his abs, his eyes were on you, slightly wide as he tried to figure exactly what you were playing at.

You shot him an innocent smile, the tip of your index finger running over the curve of his bellybutton. Flinching at the contact, he blinked hard; breath caught in his throat as he waited. “I never knew you were so... strong,” Voice coming out in a purr, the tip of your finger trailing up the middle of his stomach.

Jin visibly gulped, confusion dancing over his brow as he shifted beside you. Not sure how to react to your sudden shift in behavior. You didn't care to slow down, to explain it to him – this was what he wanted, right?

“I'm finding it so hard to pay attention to the movie,” Scooting closer to him, your hand drops down onto his thigh. Giving the muscle a light squeeze as you lean your body up, lips inches from his pink ears. “Do you want to know why?” You whispered, lips gently brushing over his lobe.

“W-why?” He cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat; trying to avoid looking in your direction. If he was to turn his head, your lips would be mere inches apart. Just a simple twitch forward and you'd be kissing. No way he'd be able to keep his cool if that were to happen, so he kept his gaze forward. Not risking it.

Fine with you, you weren't done playing. Thumb rubbing circles into the fabric of his pants, mouth closing around his earlobe. You felt him shudder, making a smirk rise on your lips. “I can't stop thinking about you... all the things we could be doing instead of being cooped up in here...”

Jin was no fool, not the one to waste any time. If you were acting like this, saying that you were down there was no way he was going to pass up an opportunity like this. He'd just catch the movie when it came out on Netflix. “Should we go then?” He's mustering up all the courage he can manage to turn his head, dark eyes finding yours in the dim-lit room.

A bit surprised with his quick agreement, you're not letting it show on your face. You're grinning at his words, standing from your seat, and taking hold of his hand. Jin allows you to pull him up from his seated position, his hand landing on your hip. “Wait, slow down.” He's whispering, being considerate to the people scattered you.

“You sure?” Head nodding before you had a chance to mull over his thought process in checking up at you. Reaching for his free hand, you're wiggling out of his grasp and tugging him behind you out of the theater.

Both of you moving so fast, laughter slipping past his lips at your haste and you can't help but join in. You can feel the gaze of the people around you, but you don't care. Don't even bother to present an apology too wrapped up in enjoying yourself and trying to push away the warmth rising in your chest. Now wasn't the time for that.

Jin's stopping you the second the cool night air is hitting your exposed skin. His hand twisting in your grasp until he's able to take hold of your hand. Easily, he's pulling your body into his and flashing you that heart-stopping smile of his. Chests pressed together, breaths mixing and you hadn't realized you had been breathing so heavily before.

Your heart hammers against your chest as you stare up at him, his eyes searching yours. He's slow with the way he closes the negative space between the two of you, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks. And he's leaning in, lips finding yours... the smile breaking onto your lips before you have the chance to fight it.

He's kissing you so slowly and delicately as if you were made of glass. Hands cool against your heated cheeks and you can feel his smile over your mouth. It was all becoming too much, your heart getting too involved over a stupid kiss... this was not part of the plan!

You're pulling away at the feeling of his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, looking up at him with your lip caught between your teeth; trying to look as sexy as possible in this situation. “Come on, we'll have much more fun once we're alone...” Discreet in the way you gesture to the family of five that were making their way into the theater.

Jin's following you without a word, the grin never falling from his plump lips. He's leading you this time, quick steps are taken to his car where he opens your door for you. You get comfortable against the seats, watching as he jogs around to the other side to slide in beside you.

All giddy and smiley, excited that he was about to get some. That he was about to win this stupid bet he and his friends thought would be a good idea... boy, he had no idea what was coming.

Thick laughter leaves your lips as you stumble into your bedroom with tangled feet. Jin's lips haven't left your skin since you were pushing your front door shut, fingers gripping at your hips, eagerly drumming at the exposed skin. He's turning your body to gently push you back against the door, lips dropping to capture yours.

“Don't think... I'll... get tired, of kissing you,” He breaths out deeply, sentence carelessly strewn together his sole focus was the way he was moving his tongue in your mouth. And a skillful tongue it was, too bad this couldn't go all that far – you'd love to know how that tongue in other places...

You're kissing him back with just as much fervor, hands sliding down the front of his shirt until you can grip the hem of the shirt. Slowly you drag it up, inch by inch revealing his well worked on torso to ghosts of your bedroom. He's pulling back then, hands reaching for yours to assist you in his disrobing.

A moment is spared to admire just what he had been hiding underneath all that fabric. Oh, what a shame... Leaning on your toes, you're taking his lips in another lingering kiss careful not to push too far. Plan would go to shit if you were allowing yourself to get lost in his soft kisses.

Easily, you move from your position against the door. Jin watches you the entire short walk to your bed, body turning so he can get a better look at you. You make a show of the way you climb toward your headboard, bare legs crossed as you look up at him. Beckoning him over with your finger, Jin is quick to spring to action, all but running over to the edge of your bed.

He's waiting, noticing how you stopped him just before he was about to climb into bed right on top of you. If only. What a shame. Jin's eyes drop to your thighs, catching the way you rub them together as your teeth nibble at your lower lip. “Take your pants off,” The command coming out whiner than you had hoped but Jin's hands are quick. His eyes on you the whole time he's unfastening his belt and dropping his pants to his ankles.

You're careful not to let your eyes bulge at the sight of the size of his erection, straining against his boxers and just begging for some attention. A rub. A suck. Something. If circumstances were different, you would've been on your knees by now. Begging for a taste. What a shame.

“These too,” The finger you had began to nibble at falls from your mouth, arm extending until you're able to reach him. You trace the tip of your finger over his covered shaft because, fuck... you can't help yourself.

Jin shudders, mouth dropping and you can swear you see his dick twitch underneath the fabric. “You're fucking perfect.” He groans, quick to pull his bottoms down his legs, not even reacting to the way his cock bobs free, slapping against his hipbone. Fuck, he was huge, unbelievably thick, and beautifully veiny. Whoever said God was fair...

Swinging your legs toward the edge of the bed, you're reaching for his hip; pulling his body toward you gently. Forcing your eyes from his pretty cock up to his face. Ignoring the urge to wrap your lips around the tip, just a taste. That couldn't hurt, right? “You think I'm perfect?” There's sincerity in your voice, still not over the initial shock felt when the compliment was falling from his lips.

You couldn't lose your head now, though. Not when you were already so close to your goal. Jin is nodding his head without a second thought and you're grinning, leaning back just a bit so you can get a better look at his face.

“Worth a hundred bucks?”

His eyes turn to moons the moment your words are registering. “W-what? How do you... how do you know about that?” He's stepping back just as you're shooting up from your bed.

“What do you mean how do I know!? How could you try to humiliate me like that!?” You had spent so much time planning and re-planning your revenge that you hadn't put any time into thinking of what you were going to say once the jig was up. Mostly because you were so hurt by what he had done and you couldn't think of a way to express that without punching him a good one.

“I mean-,” You're moving around the room, collecting the clothes that he had carelessly thrown down in the mindset he was going to become a richer man tonight. “Who even does something like that!? Is making a quick buck really that important to you?” You felt yourself holding back, wanted to ask how dare he make you like him just to turn out to be like any other guy.

No way were you going to let him know that his stupid prank was working in any way, though. Keeping the little fact that you were falling for it to yourself was best. “It wasn't like that, Yn! Really.” He's half trying to explain himself to you and half focused on just what the hell you're doing with his clothes. Large hand covering his junk, no longer feeling confident in his nudity.

“Then what was it like, Jin?” You're turning, quick, not realizing that he had been standing right behind you. “Because from what I understand is that you and your friends thought it would be fun to put a price tag on my sex life and who knows how many other girls you're fucking with,” That, had been something that you forced yourself not to consider... but not the words were falling from your lips and realization was hitting.

“It's just you! I mean... please, just hear me out. There aren't any other girls, and-,” You're cutting him off with a lift of his hand. Not really in the mood to be lied to. So ready to get him out of your face so you could be alone with all that you were feeling. “I don't want to hear it. I really don't. You're disgusting, Seokjin.” Your last words are delivered slowly and with your eyes staring into his.

“Yn-” He starts, but stops when he notices your backward steps toward your bedroom window. You push it open without any strain, lifting his clothes. “W-wait, what are you doing!?” He looks panicked as you toss his clothes out of the window, slamming it shut after you see them hit the ground.

“Why would you go and do something like that!?” He's pissed, you can tell... but you don't care. You're done with him. Gave him the thirty seconds of distraught that he earned and now you were over it. For the most part. You'd work it out. It hadn't been that long since the two of you started hanging out. It wouldn't be that hard to get your shit together.

“Hm, I wonder.” You mock with a roll of your eyes, you're passing him crossing your bedroom to reach your bathroom. “You can let yourself out,” There finality in your tone and you mean it, not bothered if you never saw him again after this.

“You're not even going to let me explain?” He sure is talkative for a dude clutching his junk while his designer garments soaked in mud. “There's nothing to explain. Get out.” There's a droop in his shoulders following the sternness of your words. He's making his way toward your door with slow steps and you feel your heart crunch.

Hated that it had to be like that, that he had to be like the rest of them. That you even bothered to give him a chance in the first place. It was so clear to you in the beginning, but you thought to give him the benefit of doubt, wanted him to be different... everyone was the same.

“To think I was starting to change my opinion about you,” The words slip without your full intention. He's turning to look at you, but you're quick with the way you pull the bathroom door shut. Not having it in you to actually watch him walk out.

– rich, spoiled and a bit of a womanizer. but underneath all of that, there’s a heart of gold. and no matter how determined she is to reject him, he won’t stop trying until she sees he’s kinda sweet.

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bandtrees · 4 years ago

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Iceberg and/or lament headcanons hand them over

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND. i do love me my headcanons :] these will range from serious to just whatever nonsense i think is funny!:

iceberg:

nonbinary. based on the fact when i saw art of him before knowing who he was i couldn’t tell his gender so nonbinary ice is seared into my brain forever. so there’s this he/they...

very VERY attached to his scarf and refuses to part with it. it’s seen hell and back and is so scorched and ripped but he’ll wear it as long as it still can be worn, professionalism be damned

specifically had it with him when he got into [nonspecific incident that did That to his body temperature] and it’s kinda been a comfort object ever since. gets legitimately very stressed if he loses it. people have lost fingers in mysterious explosions for making fun of him for it

also autistic! i just get very big vibes from him and also like to project. i will restrain myself from going off about this but i feel it very strongly. among other things he’s constantly fidgeting and has the world’s worst volume control - sounds like he’s yelling a good 90% of the time

does not really get along with any of his fellow personnel but ESPECIALLY not kondraki. those two hate eachother SO much - kondraki because he has little respect for people lower than him on the foundation pecking order, iceberg because he’s incredibly egotistical and cannot handle people treating him like anything but the SAVIOR OF THE SCP FOUNDATION!!!!

has a massive appetite especially for sweets and junk food. one of those people who has a stash of chocolate under their desk. once ate 3/4 of a hamburger in one bite in front of a slightly mesmerized gears

WILL put his cold hands on people without warning. “MOVE, I’M GAY”

comically unlucky. this isn’t a headcanon it’s just a thing i wish people thought of more in regards to iceberg. he has the life of a down-on-his-luck cartoon protagonist and nothing goes his way ever no matter HOW much he wants it to

(suicide) prior to his suicide he just kind of had a mild breakdown and destroyed all of the memorabilia from his work with gears - so when gears walked into ice’s dorm he not only saw his body and note but also drawers ransacked, stacks of paperwork and files torn and burned up, etc. someone probably could’ve heard ice breaking shit and stopped him before it was too late but alas the rooms were soundproofed

was assigned to work with gears because the foundation saw his reckless behavior and thought being stuck with gears would mellow him out (read: turn him into another emotionless work machine) so he would be less disruptive n stuff: he was a smart person and the foundation saw use in that, but they couldn’t really do much with it while he was still a loose cannon blowing up everything in sight, y’know

lament:

these are only based on in his own image im sorry im not reading resurrection my brain is too small

transhet king!!!!

i’ve drawn him several times now but for the people at home i imagine him in a black suit with a trans flag gradient cravat. also black fingerless gloves because he thinks they make him look cool.

in-universe he’s iceberg’s replacement and a lot of it’s because they’ve got slightly similar personalities as gears’ superiors wanted to try the “what working with gears does to a mfer” stuff again - lament is way less rude than iceberg but both are emotional, impulsive, pretty silly and unprofessional and were newbies to the foundation at the time, etc. the perfect candidates for this sort of thing. gears saw iceberg in lament which... created a very scary situation for lament as he was pretty much trapped with gears knowing what happened to the last guy but being unable to get out

so very traumatized - specifically by the scp-106 stuff but in general by all the shit he’s seen as an agent and containment specialist - but because he doesn’t like glass or what he stands for he refuses to really... seek help. a master of ‘grinning and bearing it’ but it’s REALLY not good for him. 100% will break someday

because of aforementioned 106 trauma it’s not really conscious but he hates to stand near walls or in corners. lingers in centers of rooms and gears has made it habit to lightly grab him and pull him back when he stands too close to danger because he can’t bring himself to back up

dating light and he thinks her stout scarred up self is the prettiest sight on the planet and you know what? he’s RIGHT. i didn’t really like their relationship much in ihoi because it felt kinda tacked on but i CAN appreciate them together in concept

unlike iceberg and gears, has incredibly high empathy. im a simple man i see a character i like i project my hyperempathy

smart in his own way of course but he sucks ass at math. mixes up odd and even numbers constantly. good with science in a “remembering names/events/etc and being very observant” way but if you stick an equation in front of him he’ll start short circuiting

very easily spooked and defensive especially with the... trauma. while putting gears with iceberg was an effort to make iceberg less reckless and more cooperative, lament is very much someone who takes the brunt of foundation work very badly and mentally is bad at handling it all and for him it’s more... trying to give him thicker skin and make him “””adapt””” like gears did

...can you tell i love lament and really really wish more people did too? XD i get why people find him sorta generic and are indifferent to him but i am always very drawn to protagonist characters haha. thank you for the ask! i hope these headcanons suffice :]

#babbles #long posts #dr iceberg #agent lament #in his own image #in his own image scp #agent troy lament #troy lament #julian iceberg #scp personnel #scp

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sincerlypadfoot · 4 years ago

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Messy Summer (1)

~Ron and you are the first to arrive at the order hideout, taking a bedroom for yourselves for the summer, you both are like glue doing everything together, when the twins lock you into a room together things get a little to out of hand

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I felt sick to my stomach, thinking about Cedric, feeling horrible for Harry, how he had must be feeling. Laying in my bed since summer started unsure of what to do, thinking about connecting my friends, reaching out to someone or just keep my summer to myself, living my life.

“You’ve gotten a letter,” One of my mothers many house elves said walking into my room, I shot my head up looking at the little thing, carrying a thing letter in its hand.

“Thanks,” I leaned down taking the letter out of it’s hand and sitting up. “You can go,” The house elf left and I was left alone with a unknown letter in my hand.

Dear Sierra McFallen

You are recommended to stay at the Black house for the summer, if you accept a room will be awaiting for your arrival

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

I rolled my eyes getting out of my bed, surprising not surprised that I had gotten invited to stay at a safe house for the summer.

I took out a quill and paper, quickly writing my acceptance letter, rolling it up and turning to my window.

“Please send this to the Black Residence,” I asked the owl that laid in the tree infront of my window, the black and white owl look my letter, flying off.

“Would you like me to tell your mother that you’ll be gone for the summer,” Micky, another notable house elf said, I turned around facing the little thing.

“You will tell my mother that I will be back soon, do not tell her where I am going, who I will be with, or anything relating to what I will be doing this summer, is that clear,” I walked over to my closet, tossing them into a open suitcase on my bed.

“Making sure there isn’t any loopholes I can run into,” Mickey said making me smile, I laughed facing him.

“Other house elves have found me a way to get into trouble, just making sure my mom won’t ever know what i’m doing,” My bag closed with a flick of my wrist and I turned around to face Micky. “Don’t give my mother such a hard time, just keep her on her toes and give her just a bit of trouble from me,” I winked opening up my window and crawling up.

“Stay safe now Master Sierra,” Micky called out as I jumped out of my room and down into the bushes, used to the fall since I had snuck out of my house more times then fingers of my hands.

“Will do!” I yelled out gripping my suitcase tight and started walking towards down, not minding the walk, since it was always a normal thing for me.

“What will this summer bring me now?” I whispered to myself, taking one more look at my house then turning around, I smirked taking a path into the woods. Twenty minutes passed and the town of London appeared in front of me coming out of the woods.

“Surprised to see you here,” I heard around me, my body turned unamused to dumbledore who came out of the forest. “It’s been safer here, I recommend you not contacting Harry Potter, since he’ll have his own issues to deal with this summer,”

“I’m not friends with any of these people, I won’t be talking to any of them,” The Slytherin in me was coming out but I pushed it back. “Thank you for inviting me,” Dumbledore nodded his head and I walked forward, watching the mansion appear infront of me. “Safe travels,” I said to Dumbledore, walking up the steps with him behind me.

“I’ve brought company,” Dumbledore called out as the two of us walked down the long hallway, I jumped at his voice but calmed as I door opened and two men walked out.

“Didn’t expect to see you two together,” I parked my lips walking forward, looking at my uncle, Remus who was my mother's brother, and then at Sirius who had watched me grow up. “Tell me mom i’m here yet?” I asked crossing my arms.

“Don’t plan on it, don’t think she would approve of her werewolf brother taking in her perfect daughter,” Remus winked messing up my hair. “Come on, i’ll make you something to eat,”

“Correnton, she wouldn’t approve of me stepping foot out of the house durnin the summer,” I chuckled sitting on the table. “Padfoot, how have you been?” I asked crossing my legs and looking at Sirius who sat down beside me.

“Pretty good, been snogging your uncle,” Sirius teased sticking his tongue out, I smile and rolled my eyes. “How have you been doing Rocky?”

“I haven’t been Rocky in years,” I smiled turning so my whole body was on the table. “Good, controlling mother, shittiy school year, everything is perfect,”

“Ha, I remember Rocky, your mother still doesn’t know does she?” Remus asked sitting in a chair, passing Sirius and I a plate of sandwiches.

“Are you kidding, she would kill me if she knew you guys helped me becoming a animagus,” I laughed picking up the sandwich and taking a bite.

“So how old are you now?” Sirius asked taking a bit of his sandwich, hardly chewing before swallowing.

“Just turned sixteen, year six of hogwarts here I come,” I sarcastically said rolling my eyes. “Can’t wait tell im out of there,”

“See, she gets it from me Remus, using my exact words when I went back for year six, it get tiring don’t you think,” Sirius chuckled finishing the last of his food.

“It can’t be that bad Sierra, DADA still your favorite class?” Remus asked finishing his food as well.

“Yeah actually, aced the werewolf test,” I smirked looking at Sirius who put his hand up the in air, we high fived each other laughing.

“Remus I think your sister and I might have had a affair, Rocky and I are like the same person,” Sirius laughed making me laugh.

The doorbell rang and Remus sat up from his chair. “I’ll be right back, and Sirius, it’s scary how actuare that is,”

“Are you my dad?” I laughed joking around jumping off the table and picking up the three plates and bringing them to the sink, letting the magic take care of it.

“Red hair, hammy down clothes and many people, must be the weasleys,” Sirius said jumping off the table. “My favorite people,” I laughed at Sirius sarcastic tone.

“Yeah you're telling me,” I rolled my eyes and followed Sirius out, standing beside him, watching the group of people walk into the house. “I have never talked to one of them you know,”

“Neither have I, but I know their mother hates my guts, I speak and she rolls her eyes,” Sirius whispered back at me.

“We have more guests,” Remus cheerfully said, everyone turned around and looked at Sirius and I standing together.

A plump woman walked over to us, looking at Sirius who annoyance then at me with a smile. “Molly Weasley,” She stuck out her hand.

“Sierra McFallen,” I shook her hand politely, wanting a first impression to me good. “You have a big family,”

“And not one have them have ever mentioned you, you go to hogwarts don’t you?” Molly asked letting go of her hand, a tall gingered man stood behind her, shooting me a smile.

“Yeah, i’ve never talked to the Weasley family before, but I guess your the first one,” I shrugged my shoulders not caring about first impressioned anymore, feeling annoyed.

“Well we’d be glad to meet you, enjoy the rest of your day dear,” Molly walked passed Sirius and I, followed by her husband. Remus was gladly talking to the kids infront of us.

“I think I might throw up,” Sirius whispered placing his hand on my shoulder. “How could someone be so cheerful and hateful at the same time,”

“First impressions Sirius, they’re always the fakest,” I whispered moving his hand off my shoulder and smiling, walking away and up the stairs, I stopped in the middle, looking down at the Weasley kids, one inportaicular one looked up at me, a freckled face boy who was almost taller than everyone around him.

He shot me a small smile, not remembering his first name for the life of me then continue my path up the stairs, towards my already claimed room.

“Boo!” A voice shouted as I swung my door opened, I closed my eyes for a second backing up in confusion, then opening them to see two twin boys standing infront of me.

“Why so glum chum?” One of them pipped up, I shook my head walking passed them and into my room.

“Get out of my room, if I don’t know you then you shouldn’t be in my room,” I mumbled opening my suitcase that was placed on my bed which I was grateful about and started tossing things all over, looking for my wand that was barried somewhere.

“Fred and George Weasley, now you know us,” One of the twins jumped on my bed looking at me with a smile. “I’m Fred for your information,”

“I thought I was Fred?” The other one said behind me, I whipping around looking at him. “George Weasley,” he smiled sticking his tongue out.

“Bet you couldn’t tell us apart,” Fred said jumping off my bed. “No one has ever been able to tell us apart, try,” I looked at the too unimpressed.

“Close your eyes,” George said and I did what I was told, placing my hands over my eyes frowning and annoyed.

“Okay, open them,”

I uncovered my eyes looking at the pair, to their matching shoes to their matching hair.

“Fred,” I pointed to the left. “George,” Potinging to the right.

The twins looked at eachother confused, then back at me.

“How did you know, you totally got lucky with those guesses,”

“No actually,” I walked forward to George and pressed my fingers against his neck. “You have a mole right here, not very noticable but I notice odd things,” I moved my fingers off Georges neck and turned to Fred who looked a me nervous.

My finger pointed to Fred's left eyebrow. “You have a scar, also not noticeable, but nice try, i’m not very hard to trick,” I winked turning back around to my bag, reaching in and looking for my wand.

“This girl scared me,” I heard one of the twins say, I let out a low chuckle and pointed to my door with my free hand.

#ron weasley #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasly x reader #ron weasley x slytherin reader #FredWeasley #GeorgeWeasley

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toukenramblings · 4 years ago

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hiya mod! thank you for the letter! it was super sweet 💖 i hope you're doing well- eating water, drinking food, and taking meds responsibly and resting when possible! i also really liked your child saniwa headcanons, so can i request akita, gokotai, and kenshin interactions (platonic of course!) with a child saniwa? - 🎂non

CAKEY IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED THE LETTER I GOT SO SCARED HUOGHUGFHD BUT IM DOING OKAY, I HOPE UR DOING OKAY TOOO BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL OF UR SUPPORT. HERE’S SOME HEADCANONS I HOPE THEY OK

Warnings: nOTHING BUT BABIES

Akita Toushirou

“My name is Akita, I’m so excited to-” “....” “....new sibling”

This Saniwa is adopted into Akita’s family now. Akita took one look at this kid and immediately claimed them. Ichi-nii eat your heart out, Akita is gonna do his best to be the bEST BIG BROTHER-

And then Akita and the saniwa take a nap together while bird watching and Ichi-nii is found cRYING

Akita is a sweetheart no doubt and while he doesn’t partake in war much as a blade, damn right he’s going to be protective as hell of this saniwa. As said before, Akita is going to try to be a good big brother since he’s like...several hundred years old by now? Catch him always holding hands with the saniwa, leading them around the citadel, excitedly enjoying the day with them!

His favorite thing to do with them (regardless of age) is just well, bird watching or cloud watching! He’ll pick a sunny patch of grass or help them climb up into a tree and just...look up at the sky with them! Stargazing counts too. Then they gotta scream for someone to help them get down. PlEASE HJELP

Hell yeah Akita will fucking stumble into the kid’s room to stay up late. They’ll probably conk the hell out while playing ANimal Crossing or something. He tries his best to stay up though! It’s not super healthy but like...he just wants to spend more time with his new sibling!

Akita can kinda cook? He more or less bakes with the rest of his siblings, expect him to always feed the lil saniwa first though. He cares for them a lot!

Akita also attempts to get stronger in order to protect them. He’s mostly a protective sword for nobles and being close to this new lil master like this makes him happy to be of use, no matter how much he can do!

Akita also looooves going out for a walk! He’ll always hold the Saniwa’s hand as they run around a forest or a mall and get lost beyond belief. Akita will try not to cry though, even though he’s scared as fUCK. He just loves having new adventures with them!

Can and will try to give them a piggy back ride.

Akita Toushirou is a sweet little kid, and having a saniwa that is a child will honestly help him feel at ease. He’ll do his best to be a good big brother, even if he and the saniwa are mentally rather young. He just wants to do his best and see the world along side them!

Gokotai

“I-I-I’m Gokotai...I’m so sorr-”

*Mew~!*

“....I-I think they like you...?”

Gokotai isn’t even a true Toushirou place, an artificial and yet part of the Toushirou family. Despite the rest of his brothers saying that they love him nonetheless, he still feels like he doesn’t belong. So when he meets this little master, a part of him is terrified that they will not like him. Gokotai already has pretty crippling self esteem so being around someone who has a similar mentality to him does help ease him a lil bit???? But his tigers like him and animals can tell shit like that.

So when his tigers trust the lil saniwa, Gokotai’s shoulders slump a little, letting out some breath he had not realized he was holding. He’s rather shy and quiet, hesitant to talk to the master and will just prefer sitting there in silence with them. Most likely reading a book together or chilling with the tigers.

Speaking of books, Gokotai adores picture books - stores with animals being his favorites. Momotaro is an example as it’s about a young boy who goes on a brave adventure with animal friends - but like in the Hanamaru anime, another book he loves is The Blue Bird of Happiness. He and the lil saniwa will just read it over and over, and then probably have a permanent like lil corner of this one library or bookstore they always visit. The people working there know their damn names by now and probs have snacks for them.

When it comes to the little tigers, I think Gokotai will adore it when the saniwa comes to visit - his tigers will run to them, and beg for their attention. They groom them together, pet them, play with them, honestly it’s so fucking cute. Please hug my lil son for me. Cuddle him and give him a foREHEADD KISSY

Gokotai will slowly become protective of the Saniwa as he becomes closer to them. Taking in the idea of Kiwame!Gokotai, when he comes back with the sole tiger, he promises to protect them better!

To quote Gokotai, “Master always looks straight into my eyes.” and those are the window to his soul. He shies away at first but as he and the lil saniwa become closer, he feels comforted by the fact they always look at him in the eyes, a sign of trust and that they care for him? I don’t know how to explain it but it’s kind of a zen state when you lock eyes with someone you trust and just...wordlessly pass on thoughts to each other.

It warms the heart of the Toushirou fam to see Gokotai open up like this. He is one of the more timid of the bunch because of his...ya know, general disposition and past. This saniwa now has the entire Awataguchi fam at their beck and call now, find them being carried by Ichi-nii

GOkotai’s tigers will love them~! Always pouncing on them to wake them up, big ol cuddles. Oh cuddling with Gokotai will be angelic, just...so much floofiness and warmth.

This leads to the fact the tigers will straight up do anything for them. Are they crying? Suddenly there’s 15 stolen blankets and several other Awataguchi family members at the door to ask what’s wrong. Are they hungry? KAsen is found screaming at the mess the tigers made as they bring a whole (half eaten) turkey to the saniwa. Gokotai ad the lil saniwa are watching a scary movie and it terrifies them? Well now they gotta buy a new tv because the tigers attacked it to defend them.

Seeing, the lil saniwa being best friends with Gokotai is like getting a new sibling plus 5 new lil pets. It’s just one big ol happy family man.

Kenshin Kagemitsu

“I’m Kenshin Kagemitsu! I do not wish to be taken li-”

“.....”

“I am big brother now”

See, Kenshin will jump at the chance to prove that he can grow up and be a wonderful mature adult. So when he first meets this lil saniwa, he’s oh so giddy! He almost jumps for joy! Of course he stills himself, clearing his throat and properly introducing himself to them, wanting to come ass as mature as possible. It’s obvious in his eyes that he’s excited to get to know them though!

The first thing Kenshin tries to do is almost be like Azuki and Hasebe rolled into one. He’ll try to learn how to cook and clean and even though he has a miniature habit if sleeping in late and Azuki is most often waking him up in the end but Kenshin always wants to try and emulate him. He’ll be found bringing a big ol tray of breakfast of the saniwa and waking them up, yawning while he’s talking to them and denying that he’s tired.

Kenshin is allowed to be a kid rather often, and if Azuki is fond of them too, he’ll spoil them both~! It’s like having a bro and father combo!

This lil kid is always ready to learn new things, and is often found with some kinda new book that he will share with this new Saniwa. He will often be found reading together with them, learning new things! He may be trying to look tough and adult-like, but to do that you need to learn new things!

Kenshin almost tries a little too hard to help the saniwa. He’ll try to stay up a little too late to help them, or to ensure that they go to bed on time. It’s fine to be a kid sometimes, Kenshin! Thus, the lil saniwa sometimes drags him to cuddle, it’s cute as hell, Azuki found taking all of the pictures.

He’ll try to not be swayed by sweets and is often giving his snacks to the lil saniwa. Yes he’ll be envious and puff out his cheeks, claiming he doesn’t want them, but they always share the snacks anyway. No worries.

Going back to the idea that Kenshin tries a little too hard to help the Saniwa, he’ll go to Hasebe or Azuki for help at times, wanting to learn how to do paperwork for the saniwa. Honey, no, not until you understand the words and wtf is happening. THe government is a ho anyway.

Despite all of this, Kenshin is still very much mentally young. He is nervous at times and especially so when going into battle. He does his best and ultimately he comes home with the rest of the swords - running into the arms of the lil saniwa and asking them to praise him - but he won’t lie that he sometimes feels like he isn’t enough for them? More so along the lines he wants to become better and be a better sword for them, I suppose?

Kenshin is actually very easily scared. So whenever there’s thunderstorms or something, he says he isn’t terrified but with the way he’s clinging on to the saniwa or Azuki tells volumes.

Kenshin is just trying his best when it comes to this saniwa. They’re around the same age (mentally?) and Kenshin will automatically want to try to be their elder, to show that he can be depended on too!

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kpurereactions · 5 years ago

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Love Shot

CHAPTER 1

A/N: Hello lovelies, Ive been working on this piece for quite a while now and im finally ready to post it. This was inspired by one of my favorite fics of all time, Good Girl, but given my own little twist. I hope you all love Love Shot as much as I do.

Pairing: Exo x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Chapter | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

I let a smile touch my lips before taking a deep breath in, nodding once at the crisp evening air before turning to lock the door of my new combined studio and apartment. It was the first day where fall really felt like fall. The scent of rain lingered under the dense clouds and the sun was already halfway gone. I had moved back to Seoul only three months ago after being gone for only a little under a year. I had originally came to Seoul to get my masters in painting and painting theory, though I quickly gained enough local fame and connections that no one could quite understand why I left. So I came back.

I stood on the side of the road, my arm outstretched as I wait for a cab. My closest friend from school in the city was opening his gallery tonight and from the posts on my snapchat I could tell a lot of old classmates were already there. Song Mino was the first friend I made when I first moved here. He was talented and refused to fit into the art box the professor tried to force all his students into, as if art should be something someone else tells you to do. It should be your own thing. We had that in common. My style is simplistic. Aesthetic. Easy to look at, but the more you look the more you see behind the top layer. We both strived to challenge the viewer, and because of that we grew really close in our attempt to stick it to the man.

The first show is always the biggest event of an artist's career, and knowing I was seconds away from Mino’s brought another smile to my face as excitement seemed to run through my toes. I couldn't believe how hard he had been working, despite him refusing to let me see anything he had made to showcase.

The gallery itself was breathtaking, I couldn't help but note the obviously more ‘manly’ stain he had chosen for the wooden columns that broke the continuous glass of the front of the gallery. I was the one who helped him make his mind up. I took it in as it was its own work of art before I even walked up the short staircase to the front doors. The tall white walls were similar to my own space, but his had matching wooden floors and walls that were scattered around the room that broke your vision from seeing everything at once. I gave myself another smile as I noticed familiar faces of old classmates and Professors.

It didn't surprise me when I first walked in that I was being asked about the past year and how I’ve been. I was hard to miss, not just because I stood taller than a majority of the women in the room. The constant questioning reminded me why I chose to fail at reaching out when I got back. I made a point to keep trying to catch eye contact with Mino, who only seemed to mask the chuckle from escaping his lips, choosing to leave me to struggle with the boring repetition of the conversations I was having. I finally found the opportunity to excuse myself and all but power walk over to Mino, pretending not to see anyone else I recognized.

“American style!” He said excitedly, pulling me into a hug.

“Don't you ever leave me to the wolves like that again” I whispered in his ear before pulling back. “Mino this is awesome, I’ve only seen a few pieces but im so proud of you!” I said covering up my mild threat before hugging him tightly again. He chuckled with bright eyes before giving my arms a squeeze. His eyes widened as he remembered the man standing next to him.

“Y/n, this is Junmyeon. He is a curator who graduated a few years before us. I've been telling him about your work.” He said as my attention moved to the slick haired man.

“You were talking about me at your own opening?” I said reaching for his hand to shake it.

“I actually asked specifically about you.” Junmyeon said with a soft smile that slowly grew.

“Oh, wow.” I tried to get out past the sound of my heart fluttering at his radiant smile. “Its very nice to meet you then.”

I was informed that Junmyeon was planning on stopping by my studio in the next few days, which brought on a new wave a nerves I've never experienced before. It wasn't until Mino placed his hand on my back to excuse the two of us could I finally breathe.

“Jesus, why is he so intimidating?” I said looking back over my shoulder as he dipped his chin to take a sip of his drink.

“If you think he’s intimidating your crazy” Mino said, leading me over to the first piece he wanted to show me.

“Did he asked to buy any of your work?” I asked before he could change the topic.

“All of it.” Mino said with a big smile.

“All of it?!”

“Yes. He’ll probably buy a lot of your stuff too. It’s more his style anyways.”

“Oh my god.” I said shaking my head.

I let Mino take control of the conversation as he began to explain the clay molded figure in front of us. I spent the rest of my time there following Mino around, while sipping on my wine and listening to him talk. Even though, as much as I was paying attention, it was hard to get your mind off of Junmyeon.

“Promise me you wont sell this one. I know you promised everything but see if this one could be an exception. I want to buy it.” I said pointing at a tall, organic figure of a woman. The memory of when Mino had made it flooded back as it was my first time to ever pose for another artist.

“Ill ask.” he said smiling before taking my hand and leading me to the next piece.

I tried to stay as late as I could. Mino was off somewhere talking art leaving me once again to be interrogated by my former classmates who all seemed to be very smug about the fact that I had yet to have an opening. It didn't matter what valid excuse I would give, they only cared that it hasn't happened yet. Thankfully I must have looked as uncomfortable as I felt since a hand wrapped around my arm to pull me back. I was just about to thank Mino for coming back and saving me when I turned to face Junmyeon.

“You didn't look too excited about that.” He said looking back over to the three girls who were all staring with confused and almost jealous looks in their eyes.

“Good to know it was obvious.” I said taking a sip of wine. Just as I was about to say something else Mino walked up.

“I think I'm going to head out. I have a pick up early in the morning.” I said, trying not to make it sound like I was at my ropes end with the girls who had added whispering to their staring. I smiled and quickly kissed Mino’s cheek softly before turning to Junmyeon and shaking his hand again, trying to do so without having to hear a protest from Mino.

The air outside sobered me up a little, and because of how nice it was outside I couldn't help but smile and start to walk down the sidewalk. Mino’s studio wasn't that far from mine, just a few blocks down and a horseshoe turn away, so I placed my hands in my coat pocket and began to walk. I let my eyes wander from the fashion that was passing me to the way the lights reflected off the puddles left from the rain that morning. Just as I was really starting to enjoy my walk the sky opened again, soft raindrops falling from the sky.

I sighed, of course this would happen. Clocking where I was I dipped into an alley, deciding the fastest way to get out of the rain in my heels would be to cut through the alleyways. Usually this idea was fine. I would maybe run into one or two strangers, but they were usually restaurant owners who were taking the trash out or sweeping their areas so the sound of voices deeper in the alley didn't really bother me.

“Kai come on! Oh my god no.” I heard a man laugh deeper into the darkness of the alley. But as I got closer to my studios back door I realized the figure I could hardly make out at first were men. Multiple men. Usually this wouldn't bother me but as I got closer the feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach started to deepen and deepen.

I took a deep breath when I started to pass them, my heart beating a million miles a minute while trying to keep a poker face to seem unphased so they wouldn't pay me any mind. Until they did.

“Hey wait!” I heard one of them call. I quicken my step slightly. Not to show I was scared, but just incase. “Wait, where are you going? I’ll walk you home.”

I looked up to see a half lit face walking backwards in front of me. I squinted slightly to try to get my eyes to adjust to what was under the ball cap he wore, but there was no use.

‘Shit’ I thought. I was staring too long. I looked away and quickened my step again.

“Oh come on! At least tell me your name!” He shouted after he stopped, his voice now behind me.

I was able to breathe again once my key was in my door, officially sure he stopped following me. But still the shape of the man's mouth was enough to stay in my brain as I flicked the lights to my gallery on and made my way upstairs to my bed.

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“Mino I swear they were so scary.” I said pushing my denim painting shirt up past my elbows before wrapping my hands around the coffee cup that sat in front of me.

“I just don't understand why you didnt call a cab when you left.” He said sitting back in his chair, obviously taking it out on himself for not seeing me off safely.

“I just wanted to walk. I didn't plan on going through the alley.” I grumbled. I hated when Mino tried to school me. He was only a few months older than I was, and although I knew here it meant something different, he also knew that where I’m from it didn't.

“Do you at least remember what they looked like?” He asked, noticing my mood change.

“Um.. kind of. There were like five or six of them, but I only got a good look at one of them. He was a little taller than you, pillow lips… he was wearing a hat so I really didn't get a good look at his eyes. But he had to have been an athlete of some sort.” I said, my words getting quieter as I realized I would have had nothing to go off of if something bad had happened.

The coffee date ended with Mino once again scolding me, which I knew I deserved, but there was only so much I could take without pouting all the way home. I couldn't help thinking about the man in the hat. Why he was there in the alley with his friends. Why did he follow me, but then give up so easily? It's not like his friends were calling him back. If he was going to bother me in the first place, why give up? The more I thought about what had happened the more I worked myself up. They probably saw me unlock my door. What if they showed up in my studio? What if they came back with more people?

I half thought about texting Mino, but knew there was no point. He would be more worried about it than I was and he had better things to do then baby sit me in my own home. So instead, the moment I got inside I turned my windows down, making sure no one could see inside my studio incase they were passing to see if I was there. It was weird, though, this new set fear was enough to put me into overdrive. My inspiration hit me in my face and I couldn't pull a fresh canvas out fast enough to get the blurred images of last night down.

———

Music played loudly as I was lost in my own world. A galaxy of light and dark colors swirled and blended into one another across my canvas creating the confusing, but exciting pattern that seemed to get better with every stroke.

I was pulled out of my own head when the sound of someone's voice yelling over the music made me look up. I smiled to see Junmyeon and two other men trailing him into the room.

“Oh! One second please!” I said trying to press pause with the clean part of my palm. “Sorry, I didn't realize how loud that had gotten.” I said wiping my hand on my shirt before shaking Junmyeons hand.

“Its fine, good to see your working so hard because I brought with me two potential buyers.” He said gesturing to the two men on his left. “This is Byun Baekhyun and Kim Jongin.” He said.

I smiled shaking Baekhyun's hand, but the moment I met Jongin's eyes I felt my body stiffened slightly. He was familiar. Almost to familiar. I forced the feeling to be shaken off though, there was no reason why he would have possibly been brought into my studio if he had been hiding out in the alleyway behind the building the night before. Or at least I had hoped. But there was something about the way he smiled at me that made me feel like he knew it too. That he had seen me the night prior too.

I tried hard not to think about it. If Junmyeon was there, I was safe and if he was the man he probably wouldn't try to do anything with two other people there to witness. I turned my attention back to Junmyeon who asked if he could look through my paintings.

“Oh of course. And the racks on this back wall have more in it. I rotate them so the ones that are up are only there because they have a similar theme.” I said before trying to smile as normal as possible and turning back to my easel.

My drive was gone. I was too busy focusing on Jongin, who stood there supporting his chin in his hand as he listens to Junmyeon explain why he liked a certain piece. I took this opportunity to text Mino. Now if any would be a good time to alert him.

Mino, I think the guy from last night in the hat is in my studio with Junmyeon. I don't know what to do.

“Y/n, were looking to fill a room. Do you have any others with these same earthy tones?” Junmyeon said, pulling my attention away from my phone.

“Oh, yes. There over here.” I said smiling, slipping my phone into my back pocket before leading the men over to the opposite wall. I walked them through my color schemes, explaining to them the way I had everything organized just incase they changed their mind on a color or style they wanted. I was surprised Junmyeon and Baekhyun were able to distract me from the thoughts swirling in my head for the rest of the time they were there, but it helped that Jongin stayed behind us, obviously not trying to chime in.

“Y/n, thank you once again for taking us in on such short notice. We will take the one on the wall and the two that have been stored if they are not already spoken for.”

“Of course, Ill wrap them for you so they’re ready to be taken.” I said turning to make a mental note as to which ones it was.

“Thank you again. We will be in touch.” He said, bowing his head slightly before taking my hand in a soft, yet firm hand shake.

“Thank you.” Baekhyun said sweetly as he took my hand next.

“Good to see you again. I hope to see you in the future as well” Jongin said with a small wink before taking my hand and giving it a firm shake.

The moment his hand touched mine my heart dropped. There couldn't be a way that was really him. The moment the door closed I reached for my phone again only to see Mino hadn't responded. It didn't stop me from quickly typing out another message, though.

It was him. It had to be him. Why else would he tell me it was good to see me again before winking if it wasn't him?

I looked up to see their backs bending one by one to get into the large black vehicle they came in, and once I was sure the door to the vehicle was closed and they weren't looking I quickly walked forward and locked the door again before backing up to my easel where I desperately tried to finish my work before deciding to just give up.

I couldn't focus. Not while finishing, not while making myself dinner, and not while I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep. I rolled to my side and reached for my phone. 3:00am. I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of my bed, taking my blanket with me and wrapping it tightly around my shoulders. I made your way up to the railing of my room slowly which allowed me look down onto my gallery. I wrapped the blanket closer over my shoulders before letting my elbows rest on the railing so I was more comfortably looking out the window. I smiled to myself finally feeling calm again. I loved how quiet the streets were at night. How all the colors of the lights around seemed to mix together on the rained on asphalt that laid below them.

It felt calm. But as my eyes were scanning I couldn't help but see two figures standing across the street. I squinted my eyes to try to catch a reflection of who the people were only to realize it was Jongin and Junmyeon. I stared at the two in shock as they talked across the road. They seemed to be laughing. I tried to calm myself down, telling myself they were probably just out getting drinks and just so happened to be standing across the street from my apartment. But then I remembered what the time was. I couldn't stop myself from panicking, and just as I was about to turn to hide myself, my eyes met with Jongin’s.

I didn't know it was possible for my heart to drop even further into my stomach as he gave me a devilish grin and wink. I scrambled back to my bedside table where I quickly reached for the remote that controls my space, knocking it off the table before I was able to press the button that made my windows go solid.

Chapter 2

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voidselfshipp · 4 years ago

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The Mystery Before The Revelation

(pLZ RB WITH Y'ALLS THOUGHTS ON IT!!!IM SO EXCITED TO START THIS FIC!!!,SO OK TO RB).

Theres also some oc stuff here.

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Two girls ran amok in the yard, playing tag.

--You cant catch me!-one of the girls say while runnin.

The sun is setting and its almost dinner time.

--Enola!jerico!come inside girls the dinner ready!.

Jerico and elona were the best of friends,partners in mischiefs and confidants to the other.

Elona remembers jeri as being very close, inseparable, she almost lived with her.

But when elona left looking for her mother jer also left.

She thought she never see her again.

Until a couple of years later.

Enola is talking with her two older brothers,Microft and Sherlock.

--Oh dear sister I think youll find this visit very enjoyable--microft said.

--What makes you think that?--they werent on the best of terms.

--Well you shall see- he said again.

But she wasnt the only one surprised by the visit...but also Sherlock.

Jerico got off the carriage,she lifts her eyes, and enola gasps.

They ran to eachother hugging the other.

--Oh my god!its you!

Jer smiled-- hey been a while.

But Sherlocks eyes are there, stuck like glue to his sisters childhood friend.

--Sherlock?Sherlock!snap out of it!-- microft yells in his ear.

--I heard you the first time brother...no need to yell.

They approach both women.

--microft,Sherlock!--jer hugs the detective with a huge smile-- there you are! My my youve grown to be a lovely Man

--And I see youve flourished into a most beautiful woman

He holds her hands, kissing her knuckles.

Enola huffs breaking the moment by grabbing jericos arm--lets get to my lodge and talk, shall we?...

--Why,of course!--the woman bows and locks eyes with Sherlock, winking at him--ill see you gentlemen around...

And so off they went.

The detective sighs dreamily as he sees her leave.

-- I heard you got into some trouble--jer said sipping idly from her tea.

--Well,the adventures of my teenage Years are behind me..

They meet their gazes and burst into laughter.

--Ive missed you--the english woman says.

--Me too..

--So,i see your people are getting ready for something big

--Yes it is...this Year is the year of the big revelation, I cant wait

--Neither does the press apparently-- Both women chuckle.--I saw you looking at my brother with bedroom eyes

--well he is quite the looker enola, what can I say?

Enolas face contorns in disgust,Rolling her eyes--i cant Belive you have a crush on my brother,youve known him since we were kids, plus hes an old Man

--Well I wouldnt call it a crush, just interest

--Im sorry to be the one saying this to you,but your taste in men is questionable...

--You dont like me being interested in your brother at all, do you?

--Can we just-- change subjects?please?

Jeri nodds--Ill take that as a Yes

Meanwhile Sherlock was back at his Office,aparently jerico Will be with his sister the whole day, well he cant blame them,they were very close and he imagines they wanted to catch up.

But what are these New feelings in his chest?,he could barely speak when she talked to him, and those eyes, they had him eating form her hand.

Maybe its just that he missed her too, or thats what he wanted himself to think;even though he was foolishly hiding the true feelings he felt.

He puts the letter down,jericos family couldnt Keep away could they?.

--Jericos dad wants me to work a case for them, why?why now?....

And somehow he decided to accept the case.

He went to their house the Next day, at the crack of dawn.

The beautiful garden was full of flowers,he could barely recall them all.

The big Stone mansion seemed to reach the Sky, plants growing on the old old house.

And of course....those sunflowers infront of the entrance.

Its cold.

--Oh its you Sherlock...

--Yeah missed you too vica

Vica wasnt a fan of Sherlock...since jericó was sixteen, but kindly made him come into the house.

--Oh Sherlock!--Illa, vicas partner greeted him with a hug--The tea is ready,master von terra is waiting for you in his study

--And jerico?

--Sleeping,the trip here left her very tired...

--going overseas is very tiring , alright could you show me to míster Von Terras study illa?

--Why of course!

The long flight of stairs Led to a long Passage way, they Turned a corner and in the end was the gloomy Office of jericos father.

Sherlock entered and sat infront of him.

--Sherlock...welcome...--the Man turns in his chair to meet Holmes--Im glad you accepted the case...

--Yes,but I have to inform you sir, that I am more of a detective, I solve crimes, not a private investigator...

Jers father was always very scary and serious.

--Yes well...I suspect you didnt accept the case because of money, did you?but thats besides the point, lets talk bussines...--he gives Sherlock a folder-- look mister Holmes,this is something very serious, something very important for humanity itself, we need to make sure it all goes smoothly,understood?

Important to humanity itself?now he was interested.

--Yes...mister von terra,I understand...

In another room jerico woke up to vica, patting her back.

--Okay wizquepu--they say--wake up, get cleaned up and rest, we have some guests over

--Hmm...--jerico said,sleepily--thanks void...

--Youre welcome sweetheart, I picked a nice dress for you to wear at breakfast

--Dress?-jer sits up on the bed-- who is it?

--Someone whose also excited to see you, come on now

Vica stands up, leaving the room.

Who the hell could it be?.

--So you see Sherlock,i cant disclose what it is...--Von terra said.

--If you dont tell me I cant help...

--Do as youre asked mister Holmes and you Will be greatly rewarded...head to the dining room,my daughter Will join Us for breakfast and I expect you to be on your best behaviour...

Sherlock bites his tongue but nodds heading outside.

Ray turns his back looking at the chimney.

Sherlock hears him mutter as he leaves the room-- the fate of humanity rests on this encounter...

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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I had a bit of a panic about work this afternoon. Alexi emailed us that they were almost ready to open back up and needed a bunch of paperwork and I was like. Okay chill. Except it wasnt chill!! There were forms and they needed like. So much information. And paperwork from others?? And transcripts?? From my highschool?? Excuse me?? So I sent some panicked emails.

But I think most of it will be fine? Mom sent me scans of my diplomas. I just had to pull out my masters degree. Which is ugly as sin and does not look like a diploma but what are you gonna do. And I have a phone meeting with Alexi tomorrow to try to sort everything else out.

But man it was stressful. I feel a little overwhelmed. I like being home, but it has been hard to be like chill, because I feel so much guilt. But also I know I needed the break. But also now I might be going back to work but I dont know when? So that makes me stressed. But it seems like thats just the way things are at this camp, we gotta just be ready and try our best?

The rest of the day was alright. I slept better last night. But I still felt kind of bad and off when I woke up. I took a dayquil and that helped shake off the feelings. James was getting home from his ride as I was getting dressed. He made us breakfast and we hung out for a little while. But soon we were off.

We went out to the county to go to a thrift store that wasnt savers. We went to a goodwill and a 2nd Ave. We had alright luck. We were specifically looking for shoes for him. And while we didnt find sneakers he did find some really nice restaurant shoes and some hiking type shoes. So he did good. I got a fleece that turned out to be super ugly on me and will now just be used for fabric. And I got a sports bra and some awesome snow pants. They arent like actually snow pants but they are like that wind breaker material on the outside and fuzzy on the inside. They are great and I like them a lot.

But being out was a little weird. James did a little better not projecting uncomfortability, but I knew he wasnt happy with all the people. So I didnt have as nice or as calm of a time when he was near, and I had to tell him to stop following me and to go look for his own things when we were at the first store. Also the toy aisle there was a nightmare because a sound toy was going off but wouldnt turn off?? Very scary.

The 2nd ave was a little more busy. And was farther in the county and had more people not wearing masks properly. Like this one guy had the skinniest mask that was just covering his nose?? Like what? And no one was really giving people space. Like I get having to go past someone but being 4 deep in a tight aisle isnt it. I may go back out there because they had so much stuff, but being there when it was busy wasnt super fun.

I am a little sad because there was an LL bean jacket I would have liked to try on but James was ready and I was feeling weird. So I will just be a little sad.

I signed up for their rewards program. And we headed out. We decided to get burger king for lunch and there was a long line. And James messed up and drove past the screen and then he didnt get something I wanted and I was just not happy with him. And he was upset because someone honked at him. But I think I was just tired and hungry and a little upset because of the emotions I was getting from James being uncomfortable out in the world. It was just a lot all at once.

But we are mature and a good couple and we talked about it when we got home. We had lunch and put things away. I went through the camping stuff to try to pack it a little better, a little tighter. I also pushed it all into the living room. So now the studio feels a lot more open. Maybe next week Ill reorganize the space. Well see.

James left for work and I decided to watch a documentary that was so sad. Its on youtube, its called My Brother Jordan and I highly recommend it. But prepare to cry.

I went to get up after that and I fell?? And I cut my elbow on the zipper of one of the duffle bags!! And I was upset and mad at myself. I went and played animal crossing and moved things around. And then I got the email from Alexi and had my panic about the forms.

But I spent about an hour filling them out best I could. But its a lot. I am hoping that its actually not as big a deal and it will all just be easy peasy but trying to get things from other people makes me so anxious.

Once I was done with those though I felt a little better. I made ramen. And I have been hanging out with sweetP and texting with Jess for a while. I am going to go wash my face and try to start winding down for sleep.

James has off tomorrow and we are going to get some stuff from his parents and then probably pack the car?? Im not sure about that. James told me we could check into our campsite on friday at 1 but I checked the website and its actually 3pm. So Im not sure exactly what the plan is. I kind of hope we still leave around noon and we can like. Enjoy some of the nature before we set up the camp site. But I dont exactly know the rules. So I guess well see what happens.

I hope you all have a good night tonight. Be safe and take care of eachother.

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collecting-stories · 5 years ago

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Halloween - Georgia Spin-off

A/N: This takes place a few years in the future. Savannah is thirteen. I just wanted to do something nice for you guys and I know some of you had mentioned some ideas of what you wanted to see for them in the future.

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“Dad hurry up!” Savannah shouted down the hallway of the small apartment. Two bedrooms above the Pharmacy felt like plenty of space when you’d first moved in but Savannah was thirteen now and it was beginning to feel cramped. When there was no reply from the bedroom she huffed and turned back to the couch, smiling, “are you excited? Can you say trick or treat?”

The almost 18 month old sitting on the couch, dressed as a deer (as per Savannah’s request) smiled before attempting to repeat her. After struggling on the T for a minute he produced a shaky “tricker,” and dissolved into laughter.

“Yer gonna scare ‘im with that get-up.” Daryl admonished, finally coming into the room. He was pulling his vest and jacket on as you emerged from the bedroom behind him.

Savannah sneered at her dad and faked a laugh, “your not funny.” She’d been moody all week and when she wasn’t she was neurotically trying to coordinate Halloween costumes.

“Hear that,” Daryl asked, scooping the baby up into his arms, “I ain’t funny Wyatt.”

“Dad!” Savannah whined, looking passed him to you, “mom, make him stop.”

“No luck Anna. Come on, grab your backpack and we’ll go out to the truck.” You suggested, waving to the empty backpack she had designated for her trick-or-treat bag. She was a zombie and she’d managed to convince Daryl to do the zombie makeup on her after you had deemed the task ‘too complicated’ for your basic knowledge of anything more complicated than a lipstick application. You were into your early thirties and you still hadn’t mastered a smokey eye, there was no way you were capable of making your kid look like she’d risen from the dead.

Daryl had been helpful but also not. He did the makeup that she wanted, even spent hours sitting with her watching youtube makeup tutorials to try and perfect the craft. He’d gotten the gore pretty spot on too, she definitely looked like she was a rotting corpse. When she’d requested that Wyatt be dressed as a deer that she post-dead took a bite out of Daryl had complied with that too. But his first reaction had nearly derailed the entire operation because they had a enjoyed nothing more than teasing each other and with her current moodiness she was unappreciative when he told her that “ya look enough like a zombie in the mornin’ don’t need special makeup.”

“Carl’s being Indiana Jones and Sophia said she’s being cheerleader.” Savannah commented, leaning forward so she could talk to you better as Daryl drove over to Rick’s house. The neighborhood was better for trick or treating than the main street and the three kids had been going together since you moved back to King County. “Plus Judith is coming this year because Lori’s working and so’s Shane. And Patrick’s mom is finally letting him out to trick or treat but she said as long as he doesn’t bring home too much candy so he said we could have half of everything he gets...”

The current events update from Savannah continued the entire way to Rick’s house and only stopped so she could jump out of the truck and see Merle, who was standing on the front lawn with Carol. She’d giddily talked about the possibility of her and Sophia becoming cousins for the last two years though nothing had happened yet.

“Think we could pull back out while she ain’t lookin’?” Daryl asked, his hand squeezing your knee.

“You forget there’s two of them now...what would we do with Wyatt?” You replied, kissing his cheek and looking at your son through the rearview. He was the spitting image of Daryl’s baby pictures and shockingly well behaved almost always.

“Damn, guess we’re staying,” He put the truck in park and got out, unbuckling Wyatt from his car seat and carrying the baby over to see Merle and Carol. No one had been more excited, or more terrified, than Daryl when you’d told him that you were expecting. And the fear only mounted when he found out it was a boy.

After a weekend hunting alone though he’d come home with a renewed optimism about the whole situation. He loved Savannah and he knew he was a good dad, he wasn’t so shy about it anymore. Getting to be there for everything this time would be different and had been different but he lost the fear of it pretty quickly. You’d been through it before and you’d get him through whatever parts he was unsure of. Like always.

“I think you’re supposed to make baby costumes cute,” Carol teased, kissing Daryl on the cheek and taking Wyatt from him. Being the newest baby of the group, everyone got pretty excited whenever opportunity arose to coddle Wyatt.

“I only follow directions.”

“He’s supposed to my dinner.” Savannah cut in, leaning back against her dad and smiling up at him, “dad made me a zombie and Wy’s the deer I snacked on.”

“Certainly did a good job.” Rick commented, coming down the porch steps.

“Uncle Rick!”

The group felt like it was multiplying every year. It’d started with you and Michonne taking Carl, Savannah, Sophia, and Andre around the neighborhood but over the few short years since it started you had added on to the group. This year you had Carl, Savannah, Andre, Judith, Sophia, Hershel, Wyatt, and Carl’s friend Patrick. Enough for a soccer team maybe if they were all the same age. Rick and Daryl still stayed behind, using the claim that someone had to hand out candy though you were sure the only person actually doing that would be Carol. The guys, Glen included this year, would be doing the same thing they always were, sitting around drinking on the porch.

“Why am I always designated trick or treater?” You asked, securing Wyatt in the stroller with RJ.

“Ya want me ta take ‘em?” Daryl offered. He was holding the handle on the stroller, keeping it steady, though his eyes were on you. Admiring the view of his fiancée, even if you were just squatting on the ground to buckle Wyatt in.

“No,” you stood and came around to kiss him quickly, “I just like hearing you offer to.”

Daryl frowned and you smiled when his nose twitched a little, confused was your favorite version of him.

“I don’t wanna let you in on the secret but I probably should,” you teased, “most guys don’t offer to take care of their kids quite so quickly when they could be relaxing with a beer.”

He shrugged in return, “ain’t tryin’ ta be my old man.”

“God I love you. Let’s both ditch the kids and go back home.” You teased, kissing him.

“You two are gonna have another baby before Wyatt’s three.” Michonne called, walking up to the two of you. She had Judith in her arms.

The hurdle of Lori calling Rick that afternoon to ask if Judith could accompany her brother trick or treating had not been as daunting as Lori thought it would. All bad blood aside, Judith was Carl’s sister and Rick wanted him to love her as much as he loved Andre and any future child he and Michonne might have. So he had been welcoming to the toddler spending the evening with them and Michonne had been doting, Judith was sweet and Michonne was enjoying having a girl in the house.

“God she looks like Shane.” You laughed, taking Judith, “Hi Judy, are you excited to trick or treat?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“I like your costume.”

“I’m a princess.”

“I’ll say,” You twisted with her in your arms so she was facing Daryl, “look, doesn’t he have a scary costume.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, nudging your shoulder.

Judith laughed and buried her face in your neck, shy all of a sudden. “See, she agrees.”

“Mom! We’re ready!” Savannah shouted, running down the steps with Carl, Patrick, and Sophia.

Merle left for work and Carol headed back to the motel for the evening while you, Michonne, and Maggie walked the kids around the neighborhood. Savannah took the role of big sister very seriously, as she had since the moment you announced that you were expecting again. She took turns pushing the stroller and, on a few occasions, brought Wyatt up with her to the door so people could see their coordinating costumes.

“Any Thanksgiving plans?” Maggie asked as you walked further through the neighborhood.

“Deanna invited us up to D.C. for the holiday and we’ve been thinking about going. It’s been since August that Savannah saw Gracie and I know they miss each other. Plus her and Sophia have been talking about going around D.C. together.” You replied.

“That’d be nice, I’m sure Deanna is excited to see Wyatt and Savannah.”

“Oh god yes, she loves them. And Aiden’s girlfriend is due in a couple weeks so she’s even more excited, she keeps talking about having all three grandkids in the house together.” You replied, “I won’t be surprised if she takes them all to sears for a picture.”

After trick or treating and pizza at Rick’s house you headed home, happy that the weekend was tomorrow and you didn’t have to get up early for work. Savannah was still wired from the excitement of the night though Wyatt had passed out in the truck on the way home. You volunteered to put him to sleep, leaving Daryl and Savannah at the kitchen table sorting through candy.

“Do you want the snickers? I don’t like them.” She noted, dum-dum bobbing in her mouth as she spoke.

“Nah, ya can bring it tomorrow though, see if Axel wants it.” He mentioned. Savannah was coming with him to the garage in the morning while you took Wyatt to the doctor’s. All his protesting that you never spend time at the garage when you were younger was for null, it was nearly every other day you were dropping in or Savannah was coming over after school. Axel, Tiny, and Dale loved the girl too and Axel told her some ridiculous stories.

“Okay.” She scooted off the kitchen table and wrapped her arms around Daryl, hugging him tightly, “thanks for doing my makeup, everybody said it was so cool.”

“No problem.” He shrugged, hugging her back. “Glad it turned out.”

“It was awesome.” Savannah pulled away, sitting down in a chair as you came back into the room and swiped a jolly rancher off the table.

You sat down in Daryl’s lap, smiling as his hand went around your waist. “Did you tell dad about the lady with the coffin?”

“Oh my god! You’ll never believe it...”

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