#we’re not friends I don’t know you you don’t know me you don’t matter in my life I shouldn’t matter in yours

[twistedpink]

DREAM RIDDLE DRIVING ME INSANE (spoilers for chapter 7!)

Really being his “friend that you makeout w/“ but introducing him as your boyfriend to your nosey parents,, He kisses you hard behind closed doors and you can practically taste his scowl!! His lipstick smears against your chin, only dragged further towards your jaw by greedy fingers and sloppy bites,,

“Why’d you say that? You’re wayy too soft, don’t have to prove shit to those saggy dimwits.”

“Riddle! Those’re my parents!”

“So? Ow! Stop hitting me!”

omigod being his impromptu manager for the few paid performances he gets, and organizing gigs for the band because you know he loves performing <3 He hates that you get all bossy when you’re in a groove, but he lets it slide. Totally not because he likes you or anything!!

“This is how we’ll be doing warmups from now on- it’s the safest way!”

“I’ll sing when and how I want, but I wouldn’t be mad if you joined me for a duet with your baby-proofed vibe :)”

Riddle doesn’t keep clothes he doesn’t wear, so whenever you redo his hair it’s shirtless or in one of your tops,, He buries his nose into the fabric to mask any dye smells, but when that “isn’t strong enough” the next best thing is your neck! As revenge you draw hearts into his back with the strongest colour, but it’s not very effective when he shows them off :/ The brat doesn’t even bother cleaning you up, but the post shower clinging is to die for!!

“OOOOOOOOOOO Who made you look this pretty??”

“..You did..”

“YEAHHHHHHHH”

No matter what you pursue and how it aligns with his values, Riddle’s at your back. Hell, you could even be a policeman, and he still wouldn’t ditch you! You’re just too cool :) He’ll never admit it, but if there’s anyone in the world he’s willing to get hitched with, it’s you. (For tax purposes!!) <3

“Even if you’re a little goody-goody, we’re chill.”

“Wait, REALLY? You loveeeee me!!”

“No way!”

[letupabit]

Just go to sleep!

A/N: Ugh I have wanted to write for these guys for SO LONG! Jung-bae and Dae-ho are so father and son- In my opinion, they're the epitome of 'found family'. This is a bit of a tone change for what I usually write, but honestly? Writing such fluff warmed my cold, dead heart. No regrets!

Summary: Dae-ho has a serious nighttime fidgeting problem. This is a problem for Jung-bae, whose bed just so happens to be right next to his younger friend. After one too many disturbances, he finally takes matters into his own hands.

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‘Attention, players. Lights out in thirty minutes’

Gi-hun and his group looked upwards toward the speakers, their idle conversation interrupted. It was surreal that just a few hours ago they were fighting for their lives, surrounded by blood and violence and panic, and now they were all sitting in a circle chatting away like any other Tuesday.

‘This is so strange, huh? Like we’re all at a sleepover, just like when we were kids. Do you remember those, Gi-hun?’ Gi-hun looked at his childhood friend, Jung-bae, and a soft smile appeared on his face.

‘I remember all the times we’d get chewed out by our mothers because you couldn’t just shut up and go to sleep’ 

Jung-bae chuckled, the fond memories bringing a sense of comfort. 

‘Ahaha, you seem to be forgetting that you’d make me laugh on purpose. I would be the one telling you to go to quieten down, so don’t put all the blame on me!’ Jung-bae slapped his friend on the back as they laughed, thinking back to those simpler times. The rest of the group smiled at this, amused at the story. It was always good for morale to discuss more light-hearted topics, and they started sharing some childhood stories of their own.

Jung-bae’s attention was shifted to Dae-ho, who had stood up and was currently rearranging the covers of his bed in preparation.

‘But hey, I’ll tell you who probably didn’t get many sleepover invites- Dae-ho over there’ He nudged Gi-hun, nodding his head towards the younger marine, who turned around and with an indignant voice, ‘Why? What do you mean by that?’ 

Jung-bae stood up himself, walking over to his own bed- the one directly by Dae-Ho’s. 

‘I’ve slept in this bed here, next to yours’ he gestured down at the unkempt sheets, ‘for the past 3 nights. Every night you toss and turn and keep me up for hours!’ He remarked, earning a chuckle from Dae-ho. 

‘Don’t exaggerate, brother! I sleep like a log- maybe it’s you who’s fidgeting and trying to blame it on me, huh?’ 

‘I hear it too, Dae-ho’ Said Jun-hee affectionately. ‘You can’t keep still!’ 

‘See! It’s not just me. I swear, you haven’t had a normal night’s sleep in your life!’

Dae-ho scoffed and rolled his eyes, sitting down on his now neatly-made bed. 

‘Yeah, yeah. You guys are probably just hearing some other player. There’s hundreds of us here, it’ll be one of them. I was always the first to fall asleep when I was in the marines. That’s how I wake up so full of energy!’ He declared, voice getting louder as he defended himself. 

His team, now starting to disperse to their own sleeping spaces, found this display sweet. The relaxed, unserious bickering gave a sense of normality. Dae-ho and Jung-bae were obviously very close despite only knowing each other for a few days, and it was an admittedly funny sight seeing the younger marine being scolded similar to how a dad would scold his child.

‘Well, just know that if you’re wriggling about tonight, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands’ Jung-bae pointed a finger at his friend, Dae-ho rolling his eyes at what he assumed an empty threat.

The topic changed and for the next twenty minutes, the group chattered casually until the lights-out lullaby sounded over the speakers, the tune childish and misleading, as if the players weren’t going to have to fight for their lives in some kind of death game tomorrow. 

They bid each other goodnight and settled under their covers. The harsh lights of the room shut off, replaced by nothing more than the dim glow of the piggybank. The players couldn’t help but wonder how much more blood money would be added this time tomorrow, should they even be so lucky to survive that long. 

Jung-bae let out a sigh, trying his best to push that thought out his mind and get some much-needed sleep…

The peace was shattered exactly ten minutes later.  

The sounds of rustling sheets, whilst usually would go completely unnoticed, were amplified ten times louder due to the sheer silence of the dorm. There’d be a rustle, and then silence- a rustle, then silence. This continued over and over, and now that he was aware of it, Jung-bae couldn’t focus on anything else.

And it was undeniably coming from Dae-ho’s bed. 

Jung-bae brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes and huffing. Couldn’t that kid hear himself? Was there no self-awareness in his head? And to blame it on him earlier! The cheek of it! 

He truly didn’t want to actually call Dae-ho out on anything. It was mainly just a joke, Jung-bae half hoping that Dae-ho would now be a bit more mindful…but he really, really needed to sleep. He couldn’t afford to be off his game tomorrow, not knowing what could happen.  

He leant over towards Dae-ho’s bed, slapping him on the arm.

‘’I don’t fidget’, my ass! All I can hear is you rustling about! Cut it out, man!’ He hissed lowly as to not wake anyone else up. 

‘I’m not doing anything!’ Came the dramatic reply. ‘Maybe you’re just going crazy and hallucinating?’

‘If I am going crazy, it’s from sleep deprivation! So just stop, okay?’ 

Jung-bae rolled back onto his bed, satisfied with himself and looking forward to finally being able to-

Rustle rustle rustle

The ex-marine’s eyes shot open. There was absolutely no way he could listen to this for even another second.

‘Okay, I guess we’re doing this the hard way, then’ 

Jung-bae leant over and dug his fingers ticklishly into Dae-ho’s sides. He saw his younger friend’s face crack into a surprised grin, the soft illumination of the overhead piggy bank lighting up his face.

‘H-hey! Sihihir!’ He was obviously trying his hardest to keep his laughter under control, not wanting to cause a scene at such a quiet time. He grabbed at Jung-bae’s wrists, frantically floundering around in an attempt to wriggle away. 

Jung-bae kept a straight face, mock-scolding his victim.

‘You’re clearly not tired enough to actually sleep, so I’m just helping you out. Don’t be too loud, though’ And with that he quickly positioned himself so that he was sitting on the edge of Dae-ho’s bed to gain better access to his sensitive friend. He used both hands to get inbetween Dae-ho’s ribs, vibrating his fingers and knowing he had gotten a bad spot.

Dae-ho yelped and laughed hysterically, immediately letting go of Jung-bae’s wrists and shooting his hands up to cover his mouth and muffle his hysterics. He hadn’t been tickled since he was a kid, and it would usually be after annoying one of his sisters, so this was a foreign yet…nostalgic, feeling. 

He could only keep this up for so long before the sensation got too much for him and he felt himself unable to resist once again attempting to push Jung-bae’s hands away. However, this now meant he had nothing to muffle his laughter as he giggled loudly. 

‘Didn’t I say not to be too loud, huh? Do you want to disturb everyone else’s sleep, too?’ The older man was keeping up the fake-telling off routine, putting on an exaggerated tone. 

He couldn’t help but smirk as he watched his friend frantically try to decide whether or not to muffle his laughter or keep trying to push away Jung-bae’s strong hands. He kicked his legs, as if that would help, squealing into his sleeves. It was honestly a very, very cute sight, and Jung-bae felt his own anxieties melt away from tickling this way too ticklish man. 

Meanwhile Dae-ho was losing his mind, trying as hard as he could to be as quiet as possible. He wouldn’t be able to bear the shame of everyone finding out this embarrassing weakness, and even worse, the shame of waking up his entire team!

‘You’re just way too sensitive for your own good, brother’ 

Dae-ho twisted his upperbody, only exposing his worst spots further. He felt both Jung-bae’s hands attack his right side, practically short-circuiting at the feeling of 10 fingers squeezing at once. ‘Ah-ah-ah! Where do you think you’re going?’

The only reply was muffled laughter from his ticklish victim. Dae-ho wanted nothing more than to beg and apologise, the assault on his nerves all he could focus on, his mind going foggy. However he knew he needed to form some sort of plea, and he shakily took a breath (as best he could despite the fact he was being wrecked) and grabbed at the older man, slapping his forearm in the universal sign of ‘tapping out’. 

Jung-bae stopped squeezing at Dae-ho’s sides, although his grip didn’t loosen. He met his marine friend’s eyes and smiled down mischievously, not even trying to hide how much fun he was having.  He chuckled quietly at the way Dae-ho couldn’t seem to kick the residual giggles, or the wide grin on his face, as he tried his best to gasp in breath as soundlessly as possible.

‘I’ihihim sohohory sir!’ He whispered, evidently trying to keep his giddiness under control- he couldn’t deny that he felt closer to Jung-bae, and in the back of his mind he was unable to help but now see him even more as a father figure. Especially seeing as his biological father wasn’t particularly one for warm-hearted interactions, making his attachment to Jung-bae even more important to him.

‘So’ His assaulter teased in a quiet tone, ‘what are you going to do now? You’re going to sleep, right?’

Dae-ho, now having gotten his giggles under control (although he still couldn’t help the post-tickling smile), whispered back ‘Y-yes, yes I swear! Sir yes sir!’ relaxing slightly as he assumed he was safe. 

But Jung-bae didn’t quite believe him. The man was so full of energy, that short bout of exertion couldn’t have possibly worn him out yet!

‘I don’t quite think I believe you, Marine!’ As he took the younger man off guard and clawed at his stomach, his large hands wrecking havoc.

The effect was instantaneous as Dae-ho yelped, the sound very almost ringing out through the dorm, but Jung-bae shushed him, bringing his free hand up to his mouth to muffle the sensitive man’s hysterical laughter. 

Dae-ho squeezed his eyes shut and curled up, hardly able to keep up with his own laughter. He had forgotten how bad a spot his stomach was- this was even worse than Jung-bae using both his hands on one of his sides, and he sort of wished he’d go back to that. 

‘Fuhuhuhuck! HAHAHA-hahaha! pleahahaHAHASE!’ His laughter was so loud that even with Jung-bae’s hand over his mouth, his begging could be heard clearly. The tickling completely disarmed him, taking over his senses and rendering him a hilarious, squirming mess. 

The older marine laughed along with his friend, no longer caring about the fact it was lights out; Dae-ho may have been louder than convenient but ultimately his muffled laughter wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone up. Well, maybe only the bed over, but that would’ve only been Gi-hun, who he was sure didn’t really sleep properly anyway. He was always the one offering to stay up and keep watch. Besides, he’d make sure to wrap things up…soon, at least!

‘I hope nobody found out about how ticklish you were whilst you were serving, marine’ he taunted light-heartedly, ‘you wouldn’t have lasted one minute under interrogation! Just a few fingers and you’d have spilled everything!’ 

Jung-bae chuckled when this earnt even more furious giggles from Dae-ho as he tried his hardest to defend himself- he’d never betray his ex-marine mates! Or, his current team. Alas, from a combination of his worst spot being annihilated and Jung-bae’s hand over his mouth, he couldn’t get anything out except hysterical laughter. 

Of course, the older man knew of Dae-ho’s unwavering loyalty. He was just having so much fun he couldn’t resist the dig, especially knowing it would get such a reaction. He truly knew the ticklish marine too well. 

After one last squeeze, Jung-bae let up on his ticklish attack and removed his hand, watching with satisfaction as Dae-ho laid completely spent on his bed, tears beading at the corners of his eyes and panting heavily- Surely that was enough to ensure he was certain to sleep now? And, if preferable, he didn’t want to overdo it; it was only fun if they were both enjoying themselves. 

‘At ease, soldier’ taunted Jung-bae, giving a sarcastic salute. 

‘Thahahank you s-sir’ came the breathy reply, and he felt a wave of warmth at the nickname.  

‘Now, I expect you to sleep- no fidgeting, no tossing, no turning- okay?’ 

‘mhm…’ Dae-ho replied sleepily. Wow, it was really that easy, huh? If only Jung-bae had thought of this a few nights ago!

Getting back into his bed and under his covers, Jung-bae felt relief after a few minutes went by without any sounds coming from his neighbouring bed. He also couldn’t shake the feeling of protectiveness over the younger marine- not that he’d want to. Wasn’t it lucky that he had people he cared so much for in a horrible place like this?

For the first time in a long while, Jung-bae had a good night’s sleep.

(So did Dae-ho!)

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Twenty-One

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Twenty-One: Oak for Strength

Summary: The Host Club tries to help Kasanoda. It, of course, does not go as planned.

            “A werewolf! Eek!”

            Tamaki sighed as Bossanova’s appearance in the Host Club once again scared guests off. He had tried to make him cute with cat ears and a waiter’s outfit, but Bossanova’s fearsome expression wasn’t to be softened.

            “They ran away again. Despite being the ultimate healing item, even kitten ears failed,” said Tamaki. “How strange. Kitten ears have been a turn-on for guys since antiquity. Everyone knows that. And Renge said quite passionately that they’re popular with girls these days as well.”

            “Doesn’t that limit our range to Otaku only?” said Haruhi. “I mean, if you’re getting information from just Renge…”

            “I don’t know about turn-ons, but kitten ears might not be enough to counter his evil face,” said Kyoya. As soon as he said it, though, the picture of (Y/N) wearing cat ears went through his head. Cute. No way around it—cute.

            “Yeah, Boss is too soft,” said Hikaru.

            “If we’re gonna do this,” said Kaoru.

            “We need to combine kitten ears and a maid costume,” said the twins in tandem.

            “I see. I should have realized that,” said Tamaki, nodding.

            “That’s even more for maniacs!” cried Bossanova. “Are you guys jerking me around?!”

            “He’s mad! He’s scary!” said the twins.

            “I-I’m sorry,” said Bossanova. “You guys came up with so many operations for my benefit this week, but I feel like people are avoiding me even more. I’m just frustrated.”

            “Don’t worry,” said (Y/N). “It’s not your fault this time. The problem is obviously with the weird ideas they’re coming up with.” They chuckled. “I think that answer is simpler than everyone is making it.

            “No…It’s all my fault for not being able to benefit from their kindness,” said Bossanova. “I don’t look good in kitten ears or angel wings.”

            “Most people don’t wear those regularly,” said (Y/N).

            “But I really want to be a lovable person,” declared Bossanova. “Okay! The maid outfit! I’ll wear it.”

            “…” The twins grinned suddenly. Obviously, they had been teasing. But now they really got to have some fun.

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            “I don’t know what I’m looking at,” said (Y/N). Bossanova had put on the dress, but it was over his uniform, so it was pretty…strange to look at.

            “I doubt we’ll ever have the hosts wear that,” said Kyoya, making a note to himself.

            Knock. “Excuse me.” A blonde boy poked his head in. “Is Master Kasanoda here?” His eyes landed on Bossanova in the maid costume. “M-Master?!”

            “UH?!” Bossanova was mortified, and his face contorted angrily.

            “I-I’m sorry…You’re in the midst of your secret hobby,” said the boy, bowing hastily.

            “What?! This isn’t my hobby!” said Bossanova. “Why did you come here anyway?! Get out!”

            “Please forgive me!” shouted the boy, running out of the room.

            “Bossanova, calm down,” said Haruhi and (Y/N).

            Poor Bossanova put himself in a corner. “I did it again…I hid my embarrassment by lashing out.”

            “Who was that?” said Kyoya.

            “Oh, he’s one of my men, Tetsuya,” said Bossanova. “A year ago he suddenly appearing saying he had to join us no matter what. He’s a hard worker and is always hanging around me, so he’s the one I end up scaring the most.”

            But he still goes to Bossanova. He must actually like him. That’s one more friend than Bossanova realizes he has, thought (Y/N).

            “What a grievous state of affairs,” said Tamaki.

            “I wonder what he came here for…” said Bossanova.

            “Indeed,” said Kyoya, raising a brow.

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            “Mori is being targeting by the paranormal?!” siad Tamaki the next day.

            Mori nodded, and Honey hugged him.

            “He cut his fingers on glass, someone threw a bucket of water at him, and rotten eggs almost hit him, too!” said Honey.

            “That’s not paranormal,” said (Y/N).

            “And there’s more,” said Hikaru. “A flower pot, an encyclopedia, a VCR, a roof tile…”

            “His tile-chop was awesome,” said Kaoru.

            “Mori, are you alright? That’s awful,” said Tamaki.

            “Anyone but Mori could have been seriously hurt,” said Kyoya.

            “Did you break a Jizo statue or something, Mori?” said Kaoru.

            “Or step on Beelzeneff?” said Hikaru.

            “Is Takashi cursed?” said Honey.

            “Hey! This is no time for fooling around,” said Bossanova. “I saw all the incidents myself, and he’s definitely under attack!”

            “No way,” said the twins, waving their hands. “No one can hate Mori.”

            “How can you be sure—”

            The Hosts (most, at least) ignored him.

            “Would you like me to introduce you to an exorcist?” said Kyoya.

            “An exorcism! An exorcism! Yay!” said Honey.

            “No, send for Nekozawa,” said the twins.

            Bossanova gave up and walked out the door. Haruhi frowned and looked at (Y/N). They nodded, giving her leave to follow him while the others continued chatting.

            “So, shall we follow?” said (Y/N).

            “I can’t believe Bossanova doesn’t realize he’s the one under attack, not Mori,” said Honey, smiling.

            “At least it means we can watch him,” said Tamaki.

            “It’s good that you noticed the glass in his locker and got rid of it before he did, Mori,” said Tamaki.

            “He would’ve fought someone and damaged his reputation more,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            Mori nodded. He helped people who deserved it, and Bossanova had.

            “Where’s Haruhi?” said Tamaki.

            “She wanted to talk to Bossanova,” said (Y/N). “I think it will be good for him.”

            “But what about his enemies?” cried Tamaki.

            “We’ll get them,” said Honey, grinning.

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            “This’ll teach him,” muttered a man, holding up a balloon of paint.

            “Yeah,” agreed a second.

            They threw the paint balloon, and it hit Haruhi instead of Bossanova.

            “Try again,” said one of the men.

            Two long arms swooped down and grabbed them. The men squawked indignantly. “Let go!”

            Mori wasn’t going to.

            “Mori-senpai!” exclaimed Bossanova in surprise.

            “What’s going on?” said Haruhi, looking at (Y/N).

            “We’re just cleaning up some trash,” they said, smiling while Hikaru and Kaoru tied up the troublemakers and Kyoya took a photo.

            “Hey, Kasanoda, you coward!” shouted one man.

            “You kidnapped our boss’s son and then hired a bodyguard!” shouted the second. “You kidnapper! Give our boy back!”

            “What are you talking about?!” said Bossanova, completely blindsided.

            “They were after you the whole time, not Mori,” said (Y/N).

            “We didn’t want to tell you,” said Honey. “You would’ve gotten discouraged! But Takashi found broken glass in your locker yesterday.”

            “Why didn’t you tell me?” Bossanova looked at Mori. “Instead you helped me…?”

            Mori patted Bossanova on the head, and Bossanova’s eyes widened in surprise at the kind gesture.

            “I know a villain when I see one,” said Mori. “Just be yourself. People who understand you are bound to appear. If you care a lot about your friends, they are sure to understand you. You should realize that.”

            Bossanova’s eyes widened at the honest words. But I don’t have anyone like that—

            “I thought I saw some familiar faces.” Tetsuya stepped out of the trees in the courtyard.

            “Master Tetsuya!” said the men.

            “Master Tetsuya,” repeated (Y/N).

            “Ah,” said Kyoya as they made the connection together.

            Tetsuya glared down at the men. “You play dirty because you don’t have the guts for a straight fight! I left because I couldn’t stand people like you. If you try to hurt Master Kasanoda again…I’ll send you to Hell alive!

            “Tetsuya, you…?” Bossanova trailed off.

            “I’m sorry for not telling you,” said Tetsuya. “I’m the second son of the Tokyo branch of the Sendo family. I’m Tetsuya Sendo. I’m drawn to Master’s personality. I’ve already made up my mind to leave the Sendo family and swear loyalty to the Kasanodas. I’ve always been against the Sendos’ unscrupulous policies. On a rainy day about a year ago, I had a fight with my father and left home. I had no place to go, but I couldn’t go back. Then Master came along and covered me with his umbrella, a total stranger…” Tetsuya smiled fondly at the memory.

            “I did that?” said Bossanova, surprised at himself.

            “Yes, you did. Even if you’ve forgotten, I never well.” Tetsuya’s gaze gently at Bossanova. “I know you like animals. You’re a softie for touching stories and dramatic movies. On the guys’ birthdays you secretly send them a cake. On Christmas you leave presents by our bedside

            “You’ve been doing stuff like that, Bossanova?” said the twins.

            “It looks like he was already doing what he needed to in order to show he cared,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “As usual, Tamaki overcomplicated things,” said Kyoya.

            “Yes, but Mori came through when needed most,” said (Y/N).

            “You are shy and clumsy,” said Tetsuya. “I know it, and everyone in the family knows it as well. We can’t say anything because you’d be embarrassed. As for your scary face, sorry, but I’ll try my best to get used to it.”

            Some things are hopeless, thought (Y/N).

            “I take responsibility for their offense,” said Tetsuya, throwing a glare of the thugs of the Sendo family. “But please.” He bowed. “Allow me to stay by your side!” He straightened. “Oh! And here, I didn’t have a chance to give it to you yesterday, but the weather has been bad lately.” He held out an umbrella. “A spare umbrella! Everyone worries if Master catches cold.”

            “Sorry to interrupt such a touching scene, but you commute by car, so you don’t need one,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            (Y/N) grabbed them by the collar and dragged them back.

            “Th-That’s right,” said Tetsuya, growing nervous. “I’m sorry.”

            “No!” A heavy blush rested on Bossanova’s cheeks, and he held the umbrella tightly. “Thank you!”

            “Sure!” said Tetsuya, also blushing.

            “All’s well that ends well,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “And Bossanova will cease to bother the Host Club,” said Kyoya, pleased by the development.

            “Oh, I have to apologize to Haruhi,” said Bossanova. “He got covered in paint because of me.”

            “Haruhi is changing clothes,” said Honey helpfully.

            “I’ll go find him. Thanks,” said Bossanova.

            “See you later, Master!” said Tetsuya. “We can play kick the can this afternoon!”

            “Well, we did a good deed,” said Tamaki. “They’ll live happily ever after.”

            “Boss, you didn’t do anything,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            “Mori was the hero this time,” said Kyoya. “He even had a speech.”

            (Y/N) tilted their head as they watched Bossanova disappear into the building. “Is he going to interrupt Haruhi changing?”

            “To say he’s thankful for the Host Club,” said Tamaki, still delusional about his involvement.

            “…Haruhi is a girl,” said (Y/N).

            The Host Club froze. Haruhi!

            “Haruhi! We’re coming to save you!” Tamaki took off running, tailed by Hikaru and Kaoru.

            “It’s too late, isn’t it?” said (Y/N), wincing

            Kyoya sighed. “Yes.” Still, there was little to do but follow after everyone to salvage the situation as they could.

            Sure enough, when the Hosts arrived at Music Room 3, it was too late. Bossanova stood outside the door with a shocked look on his face. The door was closed again, but he had seen Haruhi was a girl.

            “So you saw…” said Hikaru and Kaoru, appearing behind Bossanova with dark expressions.

            Tamaki looked like he was spiraling into space, nearly fainting.

            “U-Uh?!” Bossanova wasn’t used to fear, just embarrassment, but he was certainly feeling it now.

            “You saw? How much? You saw Haruhi’s modest body? You creep,” said the twins, advancing on Bossanova.

            “Bossanova…” said Honey. “I think perverts are scum…”

            Bossanova’s jaw dropped open.

            “Now what, Hikaru? He found out Haruhi’s secret,” said Kaoru.

            “We have no choice,” said Hikaru.

            Kaoru grabbed Bossanova, and Hikaru grabbed a bat from nowhere. “We beat the memory out of him!”

            “Cut that out,” said Kyoya. “Covering up a crime would be troublesome.”

            “I think a couple of hits are in order for not knocking before entering where someone is changing,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            Bossanova flinched as Hikaru raised the bat again.

            “No, we have other matters to attend to,” said Kyoya.

            “How can you be so calm?!” said the twins. “You should’ve realized sooner that Haruhi was getting changed.”

            “We all should have,” said Kyoya.

            “Look!” Kaoru pointed at Tamaki. “Due to the shock, the boss is a mere hollow shell of a man! We refused to deal with him when he’s like that!”

            “I don’t want to,” said Kyoya. “But Bossanova found out Haruhi is a girl, so we need to confer. Mr. Kasanoda—”

            So we do know his name and just ignore it, thought (Y/N).

            “—Haruhi is in the special situation of having to hide the fact that she’s a girl,” said Kyoya. “The reason she is in the Host Club is to present herself at a boy.”

            Most of this is kind of true.

            “We don’t have the right to forbid you to tell anyone, but would you be so kind as to consider what would happen should not only the Ootori family but also the families of the other club members become your foes, hm?” said Kyoya. An insidious aura radiated from him despite the smile.

            “Hey.” Haruhi, fully dressed, stepped outside the room. “Stop threatening Casanova.” Bossanova averted his gaze in embarrassment as she approached. “I’m sorry I surprised you, Casanova. I don’t mind if you tell. I’m completely fine with that.”

            An audible crack echoed through the room as Tamaki collapsed in shock.

            (Y/N) sighed. What was going to come next? Would he tell or would he keep her secret?

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[bitchinbarzal]

Choose Me | J Middleton

summary: you overhear something you shouldn’t and jake realises he can’t lose you over it.

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The bar is packed, buzzing with the kind of energy that only comes after a big win. Jake is in the center of it all, surrounded by teammates and friends, his laugh carrying over the music. You had been standing near the bar, sipping a drink, when you heard his voice—clear as day, cutting through the noise like a slap to the face.

“Marriage? Nah, man. I don’t see the point. We’re good how we are.”

You freeze. The words slam into your chest with the force of a slapshot.

You turn to look at him, your stomach twisting as he claps his teammate on the back, completely unaware that his words just shattered something inside you.

You want to walk away, pretend you didn’t hear it, but the ache in your chest demands otherwise. So you step forward, heart pounding, and call his name.

Jake turns, still grinning—until he sees your face. His expression falters. “Hey, baby. What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you.” Your voice is steady, but barely.

He nods, sensing the shift in your mood, and follows you outside. The cold Minnesota air stings your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat boiling inside you.

You round on him the second the door closes. “So, you don’t see the point?”

He blinks. “What?”

“Marriage, Jake. You don’t see the point in marrying me?”

His jaw tightens. “You heard that?”

“Yeah, I did.” You cross your arms, trying to keep your voice even, but the hurt seeps through. “Is that how you really feel?”

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “I just don’t think marriage changes anything. We’re good, aren’t we?”

“Maybe you think that, but I don’t,” you snap. “I want to get married, Jake. I’ve always wanted that.”

His brow furrows. “Why? It’s just a piece of paper—”

“It’s not just a piece of paper to me!” Your voice breaks, and you shake your head. “It’s about commitment. It’s about choosing each other, every day, no matter what. It’s about knowing that we’re in this for life, that we’re building something real.”

His face twists in frustration. “You think I’m not committed to you? You think I don’t love you?”

You swallow hard. “I think you don’t want the same things I do. And if that’s the case… then what’s the point?”

His eyes widen, panic flickering across his face. “Wait, what are you saying?”

You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “If you don’t want to get married, then I don’t see a future here.”

“Baby, come on.” His voice is rough, desperate. “You’re really gonna walk away over this?”

You hate the way your body trembles, hate that you love him so much it physically hurts. But you can’t ignore this. You won’t settle.

“I can’t be with someone who doesn’t want the same future as me.” The words taste like regret, but you say them anyway.

And then you walk away.

Jake doesn’t sleep that night.

Or the night after that.

Or the one after that.

Your absence is everywhere. The bed is too cold, too big. The apartment feels empty, hollow. He catches himself reaching for his phone too many times, only to remember you’re not his to call anymore.

And it wrecks him.

Because he was wrong. So goddamn wrong.

Losing you has been the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. Worse than any injury, any loss on the ice. And if marriage is what you need to feel secure, to feel loved, then he’s a goddamn idiot for ever making you think he wouldn’t give that to you.

He just needs to prove it to you.

It’s a week later when you step out of your building and nearly run into Jake.

Your breath catches. He looks exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, like he hasn’t been sleeping. But his eyes, stormy and desperate, are locked onto you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask cautiously.

“Fighting for you.” His voice is rough, and he exhales, pulling something from his pocket. Your heart nearly stops when you see the small velvet box in his hand.

Your lips part in shock. “Jake—”

“I fucked up,” he says, stepping closer. “I was scared. Not of commitment, not of you—just of the idea that I could lose you. But I already did, didn’t I?” His voice breaks. “And I can’t live like this. I can’t live without you.”

Tears blur your vision. “Jake—”

“You wanna get married?” He opens the box, revealing a ring. “Then let’s get married. Not because I have to, not because you’re making me—because I want to. Because if being your husband is what it takes to keep you, then I’ll do it a thousand times over.”

Your breath hitches. “Are you serious?”

He steps even closer, crowding into your space, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you more than anything. And I want a life with you. Whatever that looks like—married, kids, whatever. As long as it’s you.”

A sob escapes you, and suddenly, you’re in his arms. He holds you so tightly, like he’s terrified you’ll slip away again.

“You idiot,” you whisper against his chest. “You should’ve just said that in the first place.”

His laugh is shaky, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I know. I’m sorry. Just—tell me it’s not too late.”

You pull back, meeting his gaze, then glance at the ring in his hand. Your heart swells, aching and full.

And then you nod. “Ask me properly.”

His lips curve into a slow, relieved smile. He sinks to one knee, still holding your hand.

“Marry me?”

This time, there’s no hesitation.

“Yes”

[capseycartwright]

inspired by that social media trend about taking your younger self for coffee. am feeling existential what can i say.

i met the younger version of myself for coffee, today. she was twenty minutes early, i was ten - some things never change, though i reassure her that her own time matters too, and she doesn’t always need to be so anxious about being left behind if she doesn’t get somewhere on time. the people who love her will wait, an extra five minutes.

she orders a flat white - i do, too. some things never change, though i try more new things now. i’ve recently gotten into matcha, i explain, and she furrows her brow in confusion, and i get it, really - coffee makes her feel more grown up in a world of adulthood she doesn’t feel ready to be a part of yet. it still does, in lots of ways, but she likes matcha now too.

i watch, as she picks at the skin around her fingernails and pinches the delicate skin of her wrist, an anxious tick that leaves cuts and bruises that take days and weeks to heal. you learn how to not do that, i promise, her head ducked with embarrassment as she tries to hide the fact she’s made her fingers bleed. you figure out better ways to cope.

she tells me about the boy she has a crush on - I don’t have the heart to tell her that he doesn’t feel the same, that he’ll only ever be a friend. that he’ll tell her he loves her, as a friend, in a crowded nightclub, and she’ll learn that sometimes people love you but don’t want you back. she sees the claddagh ring on my finger and frowns, at the direction it sits - she knows what it means. you’re single, still? she asks, and i nod - yeah, you are, and it’s okay, really, it is. i want to tell her that she does fall in love and she loses it and somehow it’s still one of her fondest memories, but i don’t want to spoil the experience of living it for the first time. i don’t want her to know how much it hurt, when it was over. instead, i reassure her she’ll turn the ring one day for the right person. we know who we’re looking for now. there’s peace in that, too.

she names her closest friends. i tell her they’re all doing so well - that years and distance and life pulled in different directions hasn’t changed the love she has for them. i tell her there’s new faces in her story too - friends from a year abroad that changes her life, friends from the place where she builds a life all on her own. i promise her she’s got a future filled with love, platonic, beautiful, magnificent love, the kind that always answers the phone when she calls, crying because the world feels so overwhelmingly lonely.

you’ll feel lonely sometimes still - but everyone does. i promise her she learns to find peace in the quiet of her life, and i don’t tell her much more. i want her to learn it for herself. there’s also some things i can’t bear to tell her - how bad, it’ll get, how she’ll lose one of the most important people in her life, not to death, no, but to disinterest, and how that feels worse, sometimes, because they chose to leave. i can’t bear to tell her that there’s times she’ll wonder if the cavernous ache in her chest is simply a part of her being, a pain no medicine can fix.

i don’t tell her any of that. instead, i tell her about her flatmates - the place she calls home and the girls she’s made a home with. i tell her she’s a really good cook, now, and that food is easier, now - fun, even - and she still reads at least one book a week and she’s got people to share her recommendations with. i explain she has a job that gives her such purpose and drive in life - and it’s not quite what she expected but it’s better, and it’s brilliant, and it changed her life when she took a chance on the interview all those years ago. i tell her she falls in love with writing, again, and she doesn’t lose that love this time. i tell her she’s got enough money to spend on all the makeup and skincare she wants and she does - she definitely does.

you’re almost 30, now, she points out, and i nod. aren’t you scared? she asks, still pulling at the sore, tender skin of her fingers. i wish i could reach out and get her to stop.

no, i promise. I’m not scared. i’ve built a good life - a good career. i ticked off the goals she’d shakily written on a list as she tried to figure out a path in life when she started at university. i don’t have a new list now - i’m taking it as it comes. that terrifies her, i know, but i think it amazes her, too, to know that with age comes confidence, a sense of calm - she needs that. i’m excited to grow older. she didn’t always want to.

she’s slow to drink her coffee - i am, too. we had lots to discuss and plenty i didn’t tell her. she’s got some of the best years of her life to come - and the worst, too - but there’s light at the end of the tunnel and not much left in the end of our coffee cups.

she shuffles awkwardly, as we move to leave. you’re happy? she asks.

i am, i promise. it just looks different than how you imagine it right now.

her shoulders are hunched, as she walks away, nearly 20 years old and uncomfortable in her own skin, desperate to hide, to make herself invisible. i’ll see her again, i know - in another 10 years, maybe, and she’ll be different then too, but she’ll still order a flat white and life will still be as beautiful as it is painful but she’ll learn to live in the light, most of the time.

i love her, in ways she doesn’t love herself yet - but she will. i hope i get to take her for coffee again soon.

[ssapotter]

Puzzle Pieces | Mattheo riddle x yn

tw: briefly mentioning mh, little fluff, angst (kinda), angry love confession, kissing

Sooo I found this scenario I wrote in dec of 2023 anddd figured if there’s anywhere imma put it..it’s here. I don’t write or anything and I’m sure the grammar is horrible so go easy on me😭😭😭😭

You and Mattheo had been enemies since the beginning of time, but everyone knew it was just a disguise for the feelings you two shared. Of course oblivious to the both of you.

You were up at the astronomy tower, sitting down with your back against the stair railings. It’s such a beautiful place that calms you, but currently you’re overwhelmed by everything around you�� school, friends, your mental health, just life.

Staring blankly into the stars ahead as tears slowly fall down your cheeks, you suddenly hear footsteps close to you. Your body tenses as you look to your left, seeing the last person on your mind, but you knew that was a lie.

Quickly in one motion you turn in the opposite direction to wipe the tears off your face, “fuck off Riddle I’m not in the mood” you say as you get up to leave. You’re about to pass him but Mattheo moves to stand in your way towering over you, “what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” he says with genuine concern in his eyes. “It’s none of your business, why would you care anyway” you say conflicted, does he really care? You thought to yourself.

You turn and walk to the opposite side of the tower and lean against wall with your arms crossed around your chest. Avoiding eye contact you look towards the stars attempting to not feel his burning gaze. You turn your focus to him, his hands in his pockets as he tries to figure you out.

However you can’t look at him much longer without feeling weak. You take a few steps to the railing putting your hands on the bar, looking out to the black lake as the moon illuminates it. Mattheo walks over next to you mimicking your movements, minutes pass without any communication just the two of you standing there.

Though quiet it didn’t feel awkward or forced, his presence calmed you, you hated it. However all Mattheo could do is stare at you as the moonlight enhanced every single one of your features. He’d never seen you like this, casual clothes, no makeup, and especially not this vulnerable. This new side of you made him want you even more, he didn’t think you could be more stunning but somehow you proved him wrong once more.

“Why do you wear makeup?” Mattheo says suddenly, the question catching you off guard. “Well..no matter what I’ll never look good, so I guess I wear it just to look a little less worse” you say continuing to look out at the stars. “For what it’s worth, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen” he says. You look up at him in shock as he admires you. Your heart flutters not to mention the sight of him, but you know this truly isn’t real, this is Mattheo Riddle we’re talking about, you know how this really goes. Out of everyone in hogwarts he would never…and beside he hates me, you think to yourself.

You snap your head back try to contain yourself, gripping to the railing as you look down, “I hate you” you say. “What?” Mattheo says confused. “I said i hate you” you say louder, “Y/n what the fuck is your problem?” Mattheo replies now fully turned towards you. Tears start to fill your eyes looking at him, “You. You are my fucking problem! I hate you! I hate your pretty eyes and your stupid smile and how contagious your laugh is and how thoughtful you are and I hate you! I hate you for make me love you! And..I hate that you’ll never feel the same” , “god” Mattheo says as he rubs one of his hands on his face. Gently he grabs the sides of your face, “I hate to see that you’re so stupid to think I don’t feel the same. I hate that you think I haven’t felt this way since the second I saw you. Y/n..I love you too”

The same time you put your hands on Mattheos sides he pulls you in and finally connects your lips together. The kiss is soft but passionate, full of pent up emotion finally escaping.

It’s perfect, your lips fit like puzzle pieces meant to be.

[sturniololuvz]

can you do a highschool sturniolo sister where she has a friend group but realized they were using her for her brothers, then ends up getting mad at the triplets as well as them? xx

yessss!!!!

“More Than A Last Name”

Sturniolos x sister

warnings : crying , fake friends

Y/N had never been the type to be surrounded by a huge friend group. She had always preferred keeping a small circle, but recently, everything had changed. Out of nowhere, people at school who had never even looked her way started inviting her to sit with them, asking for her number, and suddenly wanting to “hang out.”

At first, it felt… nice. Like maybe, just maybe, she was finally being noticed for herself. But today, everything came crashing down.

Y/N overheard two girls whispering in the hallway, their voices dripping with excitement.

“I mean, we HAVE to stay close with her. Imagine the chance to meet the triplets?!”

“Right?! If we’re besties with Y/N, maybe we can be in one of their vlogs.”

Her stomach dropped. The truth hit her like a truck—none of it was real. They didn’t care about her. They cared about her brothers.

By the time she got home, tears were streaming down her face. She slammed the front door shut, causing Matt, Nick, and Chris to look up from the couch.

“Woah—Y/N?” Nick’s brows furrowed as he stood up. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re what’s wrong!” she snapped, voice shaking. “I can’t have a normal life because of you guys!”

Chris frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Nobody actually wants to be my friend!” Y/N shouted, chest heaving. “They just want to get close to me because of YOU! Because you’re all famous, and everyone loves you! But me? I don’t matter!”

Matt, always the calm one, stood up slowly. “Y/N… of course you matter.”

“No, I don’t!” she wiped her tears away angrily. “You don’t get it! I thought I finally had real friends, people who liked ME for ME! But the second I wasn’t useful to them, the second they realized I wasn’t some gateway to hanging out with you guys, they didn’t care anymore! I was just a way to get closer to you.”

The triplets exchanged glances, their hearts sinking.

“I’m done,” Y/N muttered. “I told them I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Nick stepped forward. “Y/N, I—”

“Just leave me alone!” she shouted, running up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.

For hours, she stayed locked inside, curled up in bed, feeling humiliated and hurt. She ignored the soft knocks at her door at first. But then, her brothers’ voices broke through the silence.

“Y/N, please open up,” Chris pleaded.

“We’re not leaving until you talk to us,” Matt added.

There was a long pause before she finally sighed and unlocked the door. The triplets stepped inside, looking at her with worry.

Nick was the first to speak. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I hate that people used you like that. That’s not fair.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, that’s messed up. And I get why you’re mad. I would be too.”

Y/N sniffled, wiping her face. “I just—I just wanted real friends. I don’t want people to see me as just ‘the Sturniolo triplets’ little sister.’ I wanna be me. And I don’t think I can do that when everyone only cares about who I’m related to.”

Matt sighed, sitting beside her. “We can’t control how other people act, but we do know one thing: you’re way more than just our little sister, Y/N. You’re funny, and smart, and actually way cooler than us.”

Chris smirked. “Yeah, no offense, but half the time, you roast us better than our own fans do.”

That earned a small laugh from Y/N, which made them all relax a little.

Nick nudged her shoulder. “You don’t need those fake friends. Real ones will come. People who care about you for YOU, not us.”

Y/N sighed. “I hope so.”

“They will,” Matt assured her. “And until then, you’ve got us.”

Chris threw an arm around her. “And we’re kinda awesome, so…”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “You guys are annoying, but thanks.”

The triplets grinned.

“Anytime, Y/N.”

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 34

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x coparenting Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton

With a date picked and help from your teams everything for your wedding starts to fall in line

Fluff 🤷‍♀️

The date you and Mouse picked was April sixteenth. It was still early enough that the weather wouldn’t be too hot but still late enough that no one would be bundled up. It had taken a few nights, laughing over a calendar to figure out just when you wanted your wedding anniversary to be. Addy was already telling everyone at daycare that she was gonna throw flowers at Mommy and Mou’s wedding.

The venue was proving to be a bit of a harder find than picking a date however. Everywhere you liked didn’t have the date available or it had the date available and you didn’t like it or it just didn’t have the room to host a wedding. 

“This place only holds weddings if the bride can prove she’s a virgin going in by having a letter from her priest” you read off the site and Mouse looked horrified “Is there a way we can shut them down? Surely there’s something illegal going on there. Call sergeant Benson. Hell I’ll call around too” you laughed at his tone “Baby I don’t think we can” he shook his head “Even if it’s not illegal they’re still assholes” you shrugged “Hell we don’t even have a priest, We got Kev”

Kevin had surprised you a few weeks before by catching you one morning and asking if he could talk to you. You’d been stressing about finding someone to perform the ceremony because neither you or Mouse was really religious but you didn’t want just some random person that you barely knew either. “Lil mama, I got an idea” the moment Kevin said that you pushed back from your desk and cut your eyes up at him “That could be really good or really bad. What ya got Kev?” he grinned and walked around to sit on the edge of your desk and held out a piece of paper to you. You raised an eyebrow but took it. When you read it you realized it was a certification stating that Kevin was now ordained in the state of Chicago. You felt tears spring to your eyes “Kev, this costed..” “Doesn’t matter. You’re my best friend. You and Mouse have gone through hell to get to this point. Let me do the ceremony” you jumped up and wrapped both arms around him “I couldn’t possibly think of a better choice”

“Good point” Mouse laughed, moving to slip behind you on the bed so he could pull you back against his chest, pulling the laptop out of your hand. “We’re both off tomorrow baby. We’ll get back on it then but for tonight you need to relax” you cut your eyes back at him “And I’m in your arms to relax?” he grinned “Of course” he leaned over to put your laptop on the table next to the bed so you turned to curl up against his chest. “I love you Greg, it’s just…we’ve been looking at this for so long”

He looked down at you “Baby, we’ve only been engaged for six months” you cut your eyes up at him “Not what I meant” a smile slipped onto his face “Oh” “Yeah, oh. I’ve thought about marrying you since I realized I was in love with you. Now I just want everything in place. I fucking refuse to be a bridezilla because to be honest we could do a courthouse deal and I’d be happy” 

He shook his head “After everything we’ve been through love? We deserve a full wedding” you smiled “I know, I’m just saying. As long as I get to marry you, I’m happy” he smiled and leaned down to catch your lips in a gentle kiss “We’ll find a place baby. You’ve got to go dress shopping”  you grinned “I know. Addy won’t let me forget that” he laughed “Little miss is excited to find her dress” god knows she was. She kept asking you when you were going dress shopping. You had a day planned that you, Kim, Hailey and Stella all had off. 

“Well if we’re gonna get back on it tomorrow, can you just hold me please?” you asked and he smiled “I’d love nothing more” and turned so he could lay down with you wrapped up against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck “Get some sleep sweetheart. We’ll figure it out tomorrow”

“Mommy, look!” The Christmas decorations were going up around town and Addy was in love with all the lights. You smiled “I see baby! They’re really pretty, aren’t they” she grinned and reached for Mouse “Mou! Look” he grinned at you as he took her from your arms “Want to go get a closer look?” she nodded so you watched the two of them as he walked her closer to the bundle of trees in the center of the shopping complex that she’d been eyeing.

They were decorated with kids in mind. The bright colors and cartoon characters adorning them were adorable. You took out your phone and snapped a couple photos while neither of them were paying attention to you. The amount of photos you had of just different people in your life with Addy was astronomical. Everyone loved her so much. 

Mouse’s phone started ringing so he shifted Addy to his other side to answer it and glanced over at you before a smile slipped onto his face. You were curious as to what that phone call was about until he hung up and walked over talking to Addy “Wanna go meet Kat-kat?” she nodded. That was what she’d donned Gwen’s wife when she first met her and Katie adored the nickname. 

“And why are we meeting Kat kat?” you asked and he grinned “She may have found a place that had April sixteenth open and she may be nearly positive that you’ll love it” you shrugged “In that case, lead the way Mou” Addy’s head swung around towards you with the most serious look on her little face “You don’t call him Mou” you laughed “I’m sorry baby. What should I call him?” She grinned “Greg or love” 

Mouse tried and failed to bite back the grin that was stretching across his face. You pressed a kiss to Addy’s forehead “I am so sorry babygirl. Come on Greg, love. Let’s go meet Kat kat” she nodded with a smile and he winked at you over her head.

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You followed Katie through the venue and were honestly in awe “This has got to be out of our price range” you whispered and she turned to face you with a smile “Well my father owns it so I would say it’s not considering it’s all yours for the sixteenth if you want it. Consider it mine and Gwen’s wedding present” 

It was perfect. There was a large window in the room that would hold the ceremony that had a view of the water, rooms for the bridal parties to get ready and two more large rooms to hold the reception in so one room could be reserved for food and the other for a dancing area. “Katie, are you sure?” she nodded “I’m sure” 

Addy wiggled out of your arms and spun around in the middle of the floor and Mouse laughed “Baby, I think that’s a yes” you looked at Addy “What ya think? Should mommy and Mou get married here?” she nodded so you looked back at Katie “Ok, we’ll take it. Thank you so much”

Mouse slipped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek “Well sweetheart that makes the date, the officiant and the venue. Looks like it’s up to you now to find your dress” Addy came running up to you and damn near crawled up you at the mention of a dress “Yeah mommy” you shook your head “Of course you’re agreeing with Mou”

Katie laughed lightly “You three are adorable” you cut your eyes up at her “Should see when me and Hailey are having to duck snowballs from her, him and Jay” she shook her head “I can only imagine” Mouse shrugged “In our defense her and Hailey have a long standing record of starting it”

You heard Hailey call your name so you cut your eyes up from your computer “Yeah babe?” she tapped her desk “We’re going dress shopping saturday, right?” you nodded “That’s the plan since me, you and Kim are off along with Stella. Let’s just hope the bad guys let us have it” she grinned “They better. We have got to find you a dress and Addy a flower girl dress”

You groaned “Believe me I know. I can’t find a style I like. They’ll all either too short and showy or look like I’m going to a freaking ball hoping the prince will notice me” She grinned “Don’t worry, we’ll find you the perfect dress” you nodded “I hope”

Hank stepped to the door of his office and hit the wall to get everyone’s attention “Warrant came down. Gear up, we roll out in five” you cut your eyes at Hailey and grinned “Well that is something I can handle” she shook her head.

You fell in line with everyone else as you all headed down to roll up to get into your gear. This warrant had been close to a week in the making. This guy was rolling in drugs across both borders, why the hell it had taken this long to nail his ass was because he kept paying low hanging fruits to take each and every charge for him. 

When you slipped your vest over your head Kevin adjusted the straps then turned for you to adjust his. You nodded to him “All set and don’t forget you have a tux fitting in a month” he nodded “I know lil mama. I got the reminder set in my phone” you grinned “Gotta have the officiant looking good in the photos” and winked at him before taking your long gun from Jay who shook his head “Wedding planning while getting ready to go on a raid and you’re a mom. Multitasking pro aren’t ya there babe?” you laughed “I try honey, I try”

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You ducked down next to Kevin as you both waited for Hank’s go ahead. He cut his eyes at you and you nodded as Hank’s voice came across the coms “Take it” 

The house ended up having half a million in cash and probably double that in drugs. A total of six other arrests were made on top of the head guy the unit was after. All in all it was a success considering no one ended up in Med, not even any of the offenders. 

You stood next to Kim watching as the offenders were loaded into patrol cars. She nudged your shoulder with hers “So, I heard you found a venue” you laughed at the insanity of your life considering you’d just gotten into a fistfight with a six foot two drug dealer and won now you were talking about wedding stuff like you were standing in line at a coffee shop. 

“It found us. Katie’s dad owns it. She gave us a tour and offered it as her and Gwen’s wedding present” she smiled “That’s awesome. Well that means a date, an officiant and a venue. As soon as we get you a dress all you have to do is wait for the day” you nodded “And hope nothing goes wrong” she cut her eyes at you “What do you mean?” you sighed “Just, I’m happy, don’t get me wrong. You know how much I love that man. It's just like I’m waiting on the other foot to drop” she raised an eyebrow “Getting kidnapped and tortured wasn’t the other foot?” you shrugged and she shook her head “You and him have gone through plenty. You deserve a win”

Two wedding dress shops down and you’d yet to find a dress that you even halfway liked. None of them suited you. You didn’t want a ballgown because you wanted to be able to actually move in it but at the same time you wanted a dress that didn’t let your guests see everything that you would prefer leaving to just Mouse’s eyes.

“I feel like I’m dragging you all around town for nothing” you groaned, carrying Addy on your hip considering her stroller didn’t really fit too well in most of the dress shops. Between all four of you she just bounced around if she got too tired to walk. You’d asked Kim if she wanted to bring Makayla but apparently it was daddy/daughter day with her and Adam.

“It is not for nothing!” Stella scolded you with a grin before adding “We’re well I’d say your best friends but I’m your sister, Hailey is the wife and Kim is your favorite partner so there’s that” you laughed “I get the point Stel” she waved her hand “The point is if anyone is meant for each other it’s you and Mouse. We’re gonna find the dress that makes your eyes sparkle because as far as Mouse is concerned you could freaking wear that old CFD hoodie Kelly got you while you were pregnant with Addy and he’d be happy” 

You shook your head with a laugh because she wasn’t wrong. Every time you bought up concerns about not being able to find the right dress or not looking quite right Mouse would shake his head and say “You’re gonna look absolutely beautiful no matter what you’re wearing”

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You managed to find Addy the perfect dress within about twenty minutes of being in the store. It was a long gown that had a white lace bodice with long sleeves and the skirt was made out of a flowing blush colored tulle fabric. When she tried it on she looked like a literal little princess. You went a size up to make up for the fact that the wedding wasn’t until April but beyond that it was the perfect choice for her. You, Hailey and Stella all three snapped photos to send to Mouse, Jay and Kelly.

The replies came in tandem She looks beautiful baby, Look at Daddy’s girl, She looks like a little princess

Kim laughed “Those three are wrapped around her little finger” you nodded “Oh two have been since birth and the other one has been damn near since he met her” Hailey shrugged “Hell Addy has Voight wrapped. It’s just her power” Addy smiled at the mention of Hank “Show Papa” you laughed “Baby Papa doesn’t really text like Mou, daddy and uncle Kelly”

“Oh otay” she replied before Stella took her in the dressing room to help her change into her regular clothes again. 

You cut your eyes at Hailey and Kim “Ok ladies we can handle the streets of Chicago. We can find a damn dress. Spread out” they both mock saluted you “Yes ma’am” 

Your phone went off with a text so you opened it to see it was another one from Mouse but this one had a photo of a rather elegant looking wedding cake. It was five layers, decorated with roses that were in the colors you picked and delicate golden crescent moons. Baby that is gorgeous but the cake can’t just be for me! You texted him and really wasn’t surprised when he texted back Sweetheart, I know your eyes lit up when you saw it. I already ordered it you shook your head and texted You’re ridiculous, I love you so damn much and he texted back I love you too

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and continued down the middle rack, fingers trailing over the gown until you paused on one. Delicate lace covered the bodice, it’s floral patterns trailing up to a soft illusion neckline and three quarter sleeves. The fabric was light, damn near weightless as you lifted the skirt, layers of soft tulle flowing like a gentle breeze. A hint of blush peeked through the ivory giving it a warm glow.

“Hails, Kim” you called out and they both appeared over your shoulder “Try it on, please” Hailey spoke first and you cut your eyes back at her with a grin as you lifted the dress. Stella was back out of the dressing room with Addy and grinned when she saw you with a dress “Did she find one?” She asked Kim who nodded. “Try it on mommy!” Addy giggled.

You stepped into the dressing room and closed the door behind you before quickly stripping your clothes off before slipping into the gown. You turned in front of the mirror and felt your heart flip. The lace hugged your body just right, the skirt swayed beautifully and gave you the range of motion you craved. You looked beautiful, you looked like a bride.

You stepped out of the dressing room and Hailey, Stella and Kim all stopped in their tracks before smiles slipped onto their faces “That’s the one” Stella spoke softly and you nodded “This is the one” “You look so pretty” Addy laughed and you grinned “Thank you baby!” then cut your eyes up at Stella who was tearing up “My little honeybee is getting married!” she moved to pull you into her arms and the other two women laughed, joining the hug as Addy slid into the middle of it.

The saleslady came over with a broad smile “I’m guessing by the group hug, we’ve found the dress?” you looked over Stella’s shoulder and nodded “Yes ma’am” 

All that was left now was for April to roll around so you could finally marry the love of your life.

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[rainbow-neko-artblog]

I know you REALLY don’t like the Nightmare Critters, but considering what I learned about them recently, they are purposely design to be “wrong”, it’s like how IRL some toys are design to be gross and wrong on purpose for a specific audience, so the Nightmare Critters are designed to be like that on purpose, most likely for older kids, entering teen phase probably, plus the commercial jingle they had defiantly had the feels for toy lines from IRL that don’t follow the regular formula like Ugglies and The Grossery Gang

Plus I like to think the Nightmare Critters, in the Poppy Playtime timeline, we’re meant to be an antagonistic group for the cartoon, that’s why they don’t follow the regular design formula

Oh boy. Okay. This is gonna be the last thing I talk about on this matter because people are rioting in my inbox about this for frankly what boils down to matter of opinions.

I dont care if you like the Nightmare Critters.

Dead stop. Period.

Like whatever the fuck you want. Two of my best friends LOVE Simon and Touille, because they love dragons and rats. I'm not gonna hunt you down and kill you for liking them- hell I'm not even replacing them in my AU.

But for everyone who's trying to justify the designs to ME, someone who, as stated at the beginning of this anon's ask, DOESNT LIKE THEM, It's a wasted effort at best, and trying to piss me off at worst, because unfortunately, while their designs are bad, the lore in the chapter is even worse because they were used for nothing important. We know NOTHING about what their target audience was- we know NOTHING about them and their attachment to the smiling critters. WE. KNOW. NOTHING. They didn't even give us cutouts of them.

This whole thing- talking about how much I disliked them- started with me complaining about how much lore they were lacking and then moved onto the bad designs and now we're back at the lore as if my opinions changed since then.

Spoiler alert: it hasn't.

Future warning: Any and all asks trying to convince me to see anything positive about the Nightmare Critters will be blocked and deleted.

[crossbackpoke-check]

re last answer: please don't stop, being very unhinged about these two pretty white boys is helping distract me from the sharks losing streak rn so bring it on

https://www.tumblr.com/bondedpairs/764566430180147200?source=share

(sideblog woes but there's the link for you) anyway in the vid they talk about going over to each other's houses to have dinner and things and while that is a delicious example of their codependence i love it bc through an rpf lens there is definitely some old man ******* going on. they can have the dilfs and each other.

(someone else mentioned kept boys which i could write an essay on but i fear being Perceived™️)

anyway if you have anything to add to this please do, if not ignore me and i will hide under a rock until the stress-related insanity has worn off and i am a functioning member of society once more 😂

- @bondedpairs

ty for the video!!! and please, WRITE THE KEPT BOYS ESSAYYYY i promise i will read it with my hands over my eyes if you don’t want to be perceived. do it scared!! do it anyway!! we’ll all love you for it!!!

[polyamorouspunk]

Getting messages on here that are like “wow I’m so disappointed in you.. I thought you were better than that” is SO funny like bestie who are you to me? This is tumblr.com! The place we celebrate blocking people for the bare minimum because none of it fucking matters and we’re all just little icons and usernames in each other’s phones. Like you don’t know me! I don’t care that I’ve disappointed you! It doesn’t matter! Unless you are kissing me with tongue I don’t give a shit <3

[trashbaget]

tell me your failed/embarrassing flirting stories to make me feel better, i’ll go first: today i said “get out of my way” forgot to say “i’m kidding” then immediately said “bye”

[void-tiger]

Actually…? No. Tell me the odds. I need the likelihood of success and got nothing else to lose might as well try even if extremely unlikely. Because I need help sustaining the hope that everything’s gonna be okay and motivation to get there that I just can’t do for myself without burning out almost completely.

[feywildhoney]

I need new friends so badly lol

I also need to move out of the place I’m in haha but I have no money for that currently so I just want to make new friends but I have no money to go out to places and I don’t drive currently so I’m…. Stuck im so stuck :(

[insanechayne]

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[trollbreak]

Man I need an unhappy but stubborn marriage ship huh