#you know it's a good joke when it gets repeated endlessly with little to no variation n still manages to be funny

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

jokes about quiz show being bad are funny but i'm also rather fond of the other jokes that this fandom just repeats endlessly we should make more "watch the male lizard practice his rhythms"/"i suppose (iii suppose, hey!)"/etc. jokes-

[lvstrucks]

i still miss the smoke

lando norris x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact!)

You hadn’t returned to the bar in months. Since breaking up with Lando you’d avoided it like the plague, knowing how that one bar had been such a staple in your relationship. The two of you had spent countless nights in the hazy atmosphere, drinking pints either with a group of mutual friends or just the two of you. It was the first place Lando had told you he loved you a few years ago, reaching to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in close to whisper those three words. 

Now, it mocked you each time you had to walk past. The location app on your phone clearly still hadn’t got the message about the breakup, and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your stomach each time you saw Lando’s little green location dot hovering there. Did he not miss you at all? Was he not reminded of you; your scent, your hair, your real laugh when you’d tip your head all the way back each time he stepped in through the doors and sat at your regular table, that one seat left barren since you’d left him?

After the breakup, you’d distanced yourself from the friend group. You’d told yourself the only way to move on was to start a completely clean slate, but it clearly hadn’t worked. The only outcome seemed now you had no one to ask for updates on how Lando was doing, only that glowing green dot. Was he out having a good time, or was he waiting for you there? As you slipped on a black dress and swiped lipstick on, you realized there was only one way to find out. 

Lando stared down into the bottom of his glass, watching the way the amber liquid swirled endlessly with his gentle movement. He tried to force a smile, crack a joke, but his efforts fell flat as he caught a glance of the perpetually empty seat next to him. 

“Uh, Lando.” coughed a friend from across the table. 

Lando looked up, startled from his thoughts. He gave the friend a quizzical look, following his line of sight and his heart caught in his chest as he saw you walking in. You were all alone, looking slightly unsure of your surroundings. Lando swallowed thickly, watching intently as  you chattered lightly to the bartender, ordering your drink. When it was handed to you and you brought it to your lips, another friend from Lando’s table decided to take the initiative and called you over, gesturing to your usual seat. 

“Hey, guys.” you said quietly, setting down your drink and uncertainly sitting down next to Lando. 

You were met with a chorus of hello and how are you? from your old friends. It was slightly awkward, but the air felt charged with a static hope. 

As you caught up with the group, Lando kept quiet, looking down at the table. The only acknowledgement of you he allowed himself was letting his knee knock gently sideways, resting against yours and he had to focus on breathing manually as he felt the electric charge running from your leg to his. 

“Lando?” you say quietly while your friends are busy chatting amongst themselves. “Can we- Can I talk to you? Alone?”

Lando forces himself to swallow his excitement, determined not to get his hopes up. He nods, standing quickly from the table and leading you outside. He leans against the brick wall outside the bar, the moon and streetlights illuminating the slight frizz on top of his unruly curls. 

��Yeah?” he speaks up finally. 

You blink for a moment, taking in his features. 

“I miss you.” you say simply. 

Lando looks up at you faster than he should have. 

“Yeah?” he repeats himself dumbly. 

“Yeah.” you nod. Lando simply looks at you, so you decide you might have to take initiative. It’s only fair really: you were the one who ended it - you would have to be the one to take the lead now. 

“Do you miss me? Just a little bit?” you ask, taking his hand gently. 

He doesn’t pull away, just nods slowly. 

“Yeah,” he says, a third time. “More than a little bit.” He seems to break out of his trance at his own admission, taking a step closer and wrapping his strong arms around you. All you can do is mirror his actions, burying your face in his shoulder and breathing in the scent of him. He feels like coming home. 

Lando squeezes you tighter, throwing caution to the wind with the feeling of having you back in his arms. 

“Wanna come back to mine?” he asks, grinning a big toothy grin that no one has seen in months when you nod and tuck yourself into his side. 

Lando doesn’t take his hands off you once as you enter his dark apartment. He doesn’t even bother letting go to switch on the lights, just leading you through the hallway to his bedroom. You don’t mind at all. You’re sure you could find your way around his apartment with your eyes closed still. 

He lays you down on the bed gently, leaning over you and playing with a strand of your loose hair. When he kisses you again, it’s the softest thing you’ve ever felt. 

“Gotta tell me what you want, pretty.” he murmurs while kissing down the column of your throat. 

“You, Lan. I want you.” you all but cry out. Lando’s stomach tightens at the nickname. God, he’d missed that. 

He pulls of his shirt and unbuckles his pants while you wriggle out of your dress. There’s no time for formalities. 

“I’m gonna make you feel good, yeah?” Lando assures you as he scooches down the beg, tracing lines on your thighs as he kisses your legs open. He breathes deeply at the sight of you, trying desperately to control himself. 

“So so pretty.” he mumbles into you as he presses kisses to your folds. “All for me.”

Lando looks up, watching your face carefully for any signs of discomfort as he slips one finger into you, just up to his first knuckle. You whine, arching your back slightly in search of more. He pushes his finger into you fully, pulling it out slightly before pushing in another as well. 

“You like, baby?” he hums, breaking the intense eye contact as he lowers his mouth over you. Gently brushing over your clit, he giggles as you throw your head back, the sensation unbearably good. He presses his open mouth onto your clit, beginning to lick and suck while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. 

“Lan, baby,” you gasp, one hand coming down to grab onto the back of his head to ground yourself. Your fingers brush against the fade at the back of his head, reaching only stubble and feeling his neck flex as he works on you. “I’m so close..”

Lando hums into your clit, not stopping for a second as he mumbles reassurances. “I got you baby.” 

You turn your head, sighing into the pillow as you come undone over his face. He chuckles as he pulls out his fingers once you’ve stillled. 

“That any good for you, babygirl?” he asks cheekily, licking off his fingers. 

All you can do is giggle breathlessly as he scooches himself up the bed, high enough to sit back on his heels and line himself up with your clenching entrance. 

He sighs in relief as he presses into you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as your bodies meld together. 

“Ow,” you whisper at the stretch. “I forgot..I forgot how big you were.” Lando immediately stills, reaching to give your hand a squeeze as you get used to the burn. 

“‘M sorry baby,” he whispers as he presses kisses to your chin, watching with concern at the pain on your face. 

“‘s it ok for me to move now?” he asks as your face relaxes and you nod, tapping at his lower back to spur him on. 

“Please.” you breathe. 

Lando snaps his hips into yours, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder, a place he’s missed dearly. You wrap your legs around his hips, wanting him impossibly closer as he rocks you into the plush bedsheets. 

“You’re so warm and wet for me,” Lando gasps. “I won’t last long.” “That’s ok,” you encourage him, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his head. 

Lando groans and pushes himself up onto his knees as he lifts your legs up, throwing them on each shoulder as he leans down closer to you again, and the new angle is so good you don’t even mind being practically folded in half. 

“You gonna come for me again?” he asks, face screwing up into an expression you know all too well. He brings one hand between your bodies to press on your clit while the other still grips onto your hand for dear life. 

“Yeah,” you whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach tighten and your toes begin to curl. 

“Lando-” you try to warn him, but he’s already grunting and biting his lower lip, forehead resting on yours. 

“Fuck- I love- I love you” he cries out accidentally as his hips stutter into the back of your thighs, filling you quickly. 

The room is filled by a comfortable silence, broken only by the pants and deep breaths of both you and Lando as you come back down. He lays behind you, stroking a pattern into your hip as he nuzzles into your neck, on the brink of sleep. You know you’ve only got a minute or two before he’s asleep, but you can’t help but open the can of worms. 

“Do you?”

Lando hums into your ear, not understanding your question. 

“Do you still love me?” you question. “Can you still?” 

Lando barely hesitates before he nods, glad his blushing cheeks are hidden behind your hair. 

“Yeah.” he confirms. “I do. I couldn’t- I can’t stop.”

You turn in his arms, bringing one hand to stroke his burning cheek. 

“I’m sorry.” you whisper quietly. “I’m so, so sorry for leaving you. I just couldn’t deal with everything- but it was so much worse without you.”

“I know, baby,” Lando murmurs, pressing a light kiss to your forehead as you curl into his arms. “It’s you and me, yeah?”

thank you for reading! feedback or reblogs are always appreciated <3

[euniexenoblade]

You've had a long day. Whether it be because of work or chores or something else it's been a frustrating day for you. You kinda mope around the house, getting really down on yourself, you can tell I'm grumpy at you so you try to make self deprecating jokes, but that doesn't make me any less grumpy. The end of the day is in sight when I start to be sexy at you, and you dig it cuz it's a sign the day will at least end well, "You've been bad and I need to punish you" you know I've been grumpy all day, so you assume this is just going to get funneled into rough sex, which is fun enough, but instead you find yourself laying on the bed with your wrists and ankles tied to the bed. I'm starting to blind and gag you and you're a bit disappointed. Sure, a little 'bound gagged and forced to listen to hypno audio' is fun but it's just not the vibe you were getting from the day. But, you shrug it off (awkwardly since you're tied to the bed) and you await for your slut making hypno tracks as the headphones slide onto your ears. But, to your surprise, instead of hypno, you hear my voice. And I'm talking about how much I love you, how much you mean to me, how adorable I find you, how I feel that you're too hard on yourself and that your self deprecating humor can be funny at times but that a lot of the time it actually just makes me sad cuz I know you're an amazing person. You sit there, unable to move, unable to see or talk, all while you listen to this long audio track about how amazing I find you, about my favorite memories of you, about how much you mean to me, how proud of you I am and how proud of myself I am for being good enough that you let me into your life. Your punishment is to endlessly listen to how much I love you and how wonderful you make my world. You can't argue, you can't leave, you can't not listen, you can't make self deprecating jokes, you have to sit there and realize how wonderful you actually are.

And, when that audio finishes it's followed by 2 hours of cbat on repeat. This is a punishment after all.

[weirdsht]

Heya!! Can I request a tcf x reader fic from where the reader is teenager and got teleported there? Somehow they can see the dreams of the future and knew about tcf novel while also being a full on simp for the main characters?(But also the thing that the young reader was someone who has been to various worlds and was in a loop, repeating things but without the memory of them doing so each time. They get glimpses ofcourse but it was just their past self trying to give out signals to not repeat any mistakes)

Definitions - Cale & Teen! Reader

notes: sorry anon i couldn't reflect all of your ideas because i found some of them hard to combine when i started writing. also this plot is better suited for a long fic/series but i don't have that time and energy huhu

tags: gender-neutral reader, mentions of death and dying (can be a little graphic but nothing too bad), teenager reader, nightmares

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome (for a limited time)

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“You should be more careful, this is uncharted territory.”

The look-a-like caressed your face softly as they spoke. Eyes filled with concern and uncertainty bore into you.

You may look alike but there’s something different about them.

Maybe it’s their mature aura. Perhaps it could be the tired look in their eyes. As though they have been suffering for eternity and want everything to end.

Whether they long for peace or eternal rest even you do not know.

“Still… this is a good opportunity and something we haven’t tried yet. Maybe you’ll be safer under his watch.”

“What do you mean by that? Who are you?”

You spoke for the first time since being transported in this weird abyss.

Being transmigrated into a novel like a lousy isekai protagonist was already confusing, but now you have to add weird dreams on top of that.

However, it beats trying to survive in that place you used to call home.

Between being endlessly confused and going back there… you’d choose the former any time of the day.

“I am you, well a part of you at least. As for what I mean… let’s just say this is for your own good.”

The supposed “you” paused briefly as they rested their hand on their chin. Probably thinking about how much they can disclose. Once they made up their mind their fingers caressed your head.

You may not know what’s happening, but you can tell they’re trying to provide comfort.

And it’s probably for the arduous path waiting beyond this dream.

“We’ve been through this many times, and each time you forget… I do not know if god has forsaken us or is playing a cruel joke…”

The look-a-like sighed before hugging you tightly. You meant to reciprocate, however, before you could raise your arms a sharp pain went through your neck.

“AGH! IT HURTS!”

It really does. It feels as though someone’s digging a knife through your neck, Trying to separate your head from your body.

When you manage to come back to your senses the other you are gone. The only thing left in the abyss is your and your throbbing neck.

…And wouldn’t you know, the moment you looked at your hands that were previously clutching your neck… all you could see was blood.

“-[me]”

“-[me]!”

“[Name]!”

“[Name] wake up!”

You jolt up as the familiar voice wakes you up from your dream. That’s right, you are currently under Cale Henituse’s wing after being transmigrated inside the novel you were reading. You have momentarily forgotten such a fact.

Clutching your throbbing neck, you tried to look at the redhead through your tears. Not that you are succeeding at the moment. However, you think you could see a slightly startled look on the young master’s usually calm face.

“Young master..?”

You asked, unsure of everything as your mind is still hazy. Still trying to get out of dreamland.

“You were screaming and crying in your sleep.”

Cale stated calmly as if he wasn’t panicking a minute ago. Still, his eyes roamed around you several times to double-check if there was anything wrong.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

The redhead asks as he gently wipes your tears and pry your hands away from your neck.

“I’m sorry young master. I don’t think I can for I don’t remember the contents of my dream… All I could remember was that there was a searing pain in my neck. It-it felt so real. As though I was in the middle of the battlefield and someone was sawing their sword back-and-forth on my neck…”

You tried to explain to the best of your abilities. You didn’t want to lie to the man that you considered your saviour.

Both when you were reading the novel and when you transmigrated.

In every form, fictional character or not, Cale Henituse has always been your saviour in one way or another. And thus you hold deep respect for the man.

“Don’t push yourself. Sometimes forgetting and never remembering is better than being reminded constantly.”

Ah, he must be referring to his record ability. A blessing and a curse indeed…

“Still, if you feel unwell or anything come to me. I took a kid like you in so I must take responsibility for you till the very end.”

Cale Henituse probably doesn’t know the impact of his words. Just how much you have longed to hear such things.

No, perhaps he does. Perhaps more than anyone, Kim Rok Soo has been the one longing to hear those words since he was a child.

“I’ll keep that in mind…”

With that, Cale stepped out for a moment to ask a servant to fetch a glass of warm milk. After doing so he returned to your side, sitting on the side of your bed. He looks unwilling to leave you, despite having three younger children waiting for him in his bedroom.

“Don’t hold back, have you seen me holding back from doing and saying whatever I want? You don’t have to push yourself to act like a grownup around me. I’m the adult, those things are for me to bear.”

Cale’s words suddenly found their way to your memory when you were about to urge him to go back to On, Hong, and Raon. That combined with the redhead’s determined gaze to not leave your side has you clamping your mouth shut.

Soon enough a maid delivered the glass of milk to your room and you drank it to your heart’s content. Then the morning after that you could feel the children averaging 7 years old sleeping beside you.

The weeks following that are peaceful. Well as peaceful as Cale’s life could get at least. Not that it says much since he has the tendency to meddle in things that will only jeopardize his slacker life.

Despite that, your days are looking better. After that night you didn’t seem to experience excruciating nightmares anymore. You also seemed to have opened up to the rest of the crew.

Perhaps that’s why Cale became complacent, causing him to lower his guard.

And perhaps that’s also why his face hardens 10x more than it would have weeks ago. His anger soars through the sky, reaching the gods even, as he hears the heartbroken sobs you utter on your lips after waking up from a nightmare.

“Am I such a bad child for the gods to do this to me? Have they forsaken me? What did I do that was so wrong that warrants this kind of suffering?”

You sobbed on the young’s master chest. You look so out of it. Eyes glazed over as if you’re not with Cale despite being in his embrace. You continued to wail, continued to curse the world for putting you in a type of pain that not even Cale can comprehend.

“I’m tired, I’m so tired. How many times has it been? I’ve tried my best… I always did, but I don’t know what the gods want.”

As you looked up at the ceiling, perhaps trying to directly ask the gods, Cale could finally clearly see your eyes.

They were filled with pain and suffering. Such young eyes carry the weight of the world.

It did not belong to the teen who was laughing and playing around with the kids and Choi Han.

It was still you, but it wasn’t the you that Cale is currently raising.

The meddlesome transmigrator couldn’t understand it himself, but he was sure of this feeling that he had about you.

Hence why when you finally passed out he immediately ordered someone to summon Cage and Saint Jack.

Cale Henituse might be a piece of trash but he always sees through his promises.

Even if he has to fight every god out there to fulfil it.

Because for Cale Henituse, that’s what it means to be a guardian.

[callsignfate]

Kate Laswell HC's

(These are random, unorganized hc's that are mainly dating/married hc's. If you want more, let me know!!)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three

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♡ She's very no nonsense because of her job, so I feel like she's kinda the same at home. Not strict or anything, just isn't the one to play around first unless you do. If you do, she will humor you with a playful glare and maybe a laugh. She does joke around, but she feels like she needs to be serious more often than not.

♡ Pet names? Maybe honey or love, not a babe or baby type of person. She will 100% not call you anything like that in front of anyone she works with. I feel like she would call you your name or a nickname that's just your name shortened somehow.

♡ If you are in the military or a more dangerous line of work, she's going to make sure you don't try to pull a fast one on her with your injuries. She wants to see them and make sure you are taking care of them properly. Worries about your injuries endlessly.

♡ She LECTURES. You do something stupid? She's lecturing you for hours. She will even repeat the same points until you hopefully get the point. She won't let you get a word in until she's done either.

♡ If you are stubborn, she will pick and choose her battles with you. Somehow, she will win most of the time anyway. I feel like she's good at just giving you a 'look,' and you'll have to give in, or at least compromise.

♡ She's busy, very busy. Always busy. BUT she will work her ass off to make sure you still get time with her. She may be a workaholic, but she understands you need time as well, although if you ask, she will take a break, a short one, but a break.

♡ With that, she's not really into dates out of the house/apartment. Movies? Maybe. She might get bored, and if they have anything to do with the military/cia she WILL point out the inconsistencies and what's not correct. This is 100% because she's worried something can/will happen while on the date.

♡ Cooking? She loves it if you cook but understands if you just want to order something for you two. She's relaxed in that way. She tries to eat dinner with you, even if it's with her doing something on her laptop or with a pile of papers next to her.

♡ She doesn't talk much about you to anyone unless she trusts them. She prefers her private life to be separated from her work. Price has gotten a little bit more out of her when they were talking about taking a break from it all, but he understands her hesitancy to talk about you.

♡ OVERPROTECTIVE!! This woman HATES seeing you in danger or at risk. If you are not in the military or dangerous line of work, she will 100% try to make sure you have a safe job and are always safe. She will ask you to download a tracking app and will be checking it often.

♡ She's silent, angry. Terrifyingly silent angry. She will let you know she's upset because communication is important, but she will ask for space to calm down before she talks about it. Until then, she just has that air around her that's terrifying

(Just apologize and cut your losses)

♡ Her love language is touch, she will hug you, hold your hand, rest her hand on your thigh or arm. She loves to lay with you on the couch or in bed for as long as possible.

♡ Speaking of bed, she has the most random and messed up sleep schedule. She can and will sleep for 13 hours on her days off. Otherwise, she is sleeping 4-5 hours, then getting up and going right back to work.

♡ She has a serious issue on taking a break. She 100% feels like some things are her fault when they obviously aren't. She has the worst work-life balance.

♡ Water drinker. Nothing but water. Will lecture you that anything else is terrible for you. She's also a barely cold water drinker. She prefers cold water but often just grabs a glass of water and goes back to work.

♡ She does not want kids, maybe a cat, because she's a cat person. She feels that kids are just too much for her time wise. She works 24/7 and leaves often with little notice. Kids just aren't in her scope of things. She has thought about it but knows she's just too busy, and her line of work doesn't give her the time for them.

♡ Sleeps in pj pants and tank top, would rather be dead than be in anything less than that going to sleep. She feels the need to be prepared to move for any reason and feels that wearing anything less than that would slow her down.

♡ Blanket hog. This woman would 200% have all of the blankets but wake up and complain that it's too hot or cold in the room. Sleeps in pitch black, no TV, maybe a fan for white noise. She also has black out curtains that she makes sure is closed perfectly.

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[shanardo13]

Obikin College Au - RA/Don! Obi-Wan/First Year! Anakin - Part Three

Honestly, at this point I should probably just start writing it, but I keep thinking of little ideas for this au and want to keep track of them, so I present to you: Part Three 😈

Link to Part One

Link to Part Two

At this point, they are becoming inseparable - Ahsoka would say insufferable. Both are applicable.

Whenever Anakin has errands to run, he texts Obi-Wan to come with him. Obi-Wan has started to do the same. Now most of their outings involve running errands for each of them.

Anakin: u free? I gotta hit Walmart and get supplies for my project.

Obi-Wan: yeah I’m free. Think u could get it from staples at the mall instead?

Obi-Wan: I wanna go to Sephora and Hot Topic. Need eyeliner and I wanna look at band shirts.

Anakin: omfg 🙄

Anakin: jk jk that sounds perfect! Meet outside subway station in ten?

Obi-Wan: sounds good!

And then they meet in front of the subway station like they planned.

They both bring earbuds to the subway, so really they could listen to their own music, but they never do. Instead they share a pair and sit huddled up together, taking turns picking songs.

They can both be kind of pretentious with music, so they work well together. Despite their differences, they impress each other with their knowledge and love of the same music.

“Anakin, Wings is leagues better than Plastic Ono Band, and anyone who doesn’t think so is just stupid.”

“Oh, McCartney is just bubblegum pop and we both know it, Obi. At least Lennon had substance.”

“Substance abuse issues, maybe.”

“Can we at least agree that Harrison’s work is significantly underrated?”

“Oh definitely. All Things Must Pass is the best post-Beatles solo album in my opinion.”

“Yes! Thank you! Do you want to listen to it?”

When they get to the mall, they immediately head to their favourite little coffee shop in the centre of the food court. Obi-Wan always buys, so Anakin usually makes it up to him by finding him a little gift.

“You just want your regular?”

“Obi-Wan, I’ve told you numerous times. I can afford my own coffee. You don’t have to buy it for me.”

“Shut up, I want to.” He turns to the employee and repeats their drink orders. “And a strawberry danish please!”

They sit in the food court while they drink their beverages and Anakin eats his danish, conversation flowing endlessly. Lots of inside jokes and giggles are shared. Then they continue on with their shopping.

They go to staples first, as Obi-Wan has dubbed it the ‘not-fun’ part of their trip.

“Anakin, you’re getting office supplies for a school project. Boring! Let’s get it out of the way first!”

“Okay, fine.” Anything for you! Literally anything you ask, any time, I would say yes. I’m at your mercy

They grab what Anakin needs at Staples and then head to Sephora.

Obi-Wan spends far too long sifting through various shades of black eyeliner. They all look the same.

“Anakin, which is better? ‘Midnight’ or ‘Jet Black’?” He holds up two pencils.

Anakin studies them. He tries really hard to spot a difference between them and to subsequently make a decision.

“Uhh… I guess, ‘Midnight’ ?” He suggests, pointing to ‘Jet Black’.

Afterwards they head to Hot Topic to look at the band shirts. This has both of them captivated.

“Anakin, it’s buy three get the fourth free. If we each pick two we can get the deal and then just split the cost for the rest.”

“Yes, Obi-Wan, I understand. But what if we each picked four?”

“You don’t need four new shirts!!!”

They settle on each getting two. When Anakin buys Obi-Wan a cool chain necklace with a scorpion on it that he had been eyeing, it’s only as a repayment for the coffee. Nothing else.

When Obi-Wan buys Anakin a pair of dangly sword earrings, it’s only because he thinks they would look really good on Anakin and he’s not too bashful to admit it. He wasn’t going to spend any time thinking about what that might mean.

“Please put them on! They totally suit you!”

“Oh fine!” Anakin obliges. They’re in the washroom after leaving Hot Topic. He puts the earrings on, as Obi-Wan watches him in the mirror.

“See! You look hot, Ani.”

“Oh, fuck off.” He mutters, blushing a fierce red as the two of them maintain eye contact in the mirror. You can’t just say something like that and expect me to be normal about it!

So Anakin walks around the mall, sword earrings proudly on display.

They go to Indigo because Obi-Wan is an English major and is passionate about literature. He wants to buy a book for Anakin to read so they can talk about it.

“I think you’ll really like Slaughterhouse-Five. Vonnegut is a very satirical author, and I think you’ll appreciate his dark sense of humour. Plus, it has science fiction elements! He uses aliens and a warped concept of time to highlight the trauma and impact of war. You’ll love it!”

“It sounds cool! I’ll give it a go!”

Anakin likely would have never picked it up on his own, but the way Obi-Wan’s eyes lit up and the pace of his speech quickened as he spoke with great passion about the novel made it entirely worth reading.

After the mall, they go to the park together. They sit down at a spot under a tree. Obi-Wan leans against the tree. He grabs a journal from his book bag and begins writing in it - just lil poems and thoughts. Definitely not about Anakin.

Anakin stretches out and rests his head on Obi-Wan’s lap. He starts reading the copy of ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’ that Obi-Wan bought for him.

They sit there for a long time in silence, each focusing on their own task but enjoying each others company.

Eventually Obi-Wan stops writing, putting his journal away in his bag.

The sun is starting to set, and as he glances down at Anakin, he notices how it highlights his features.

He notices the warmth of his skin brightened by the light - the gold of his curls enunciated in the glow.

He reaches down and rakes his fingers through the curls as Anakin continues reading.

“Thank you for today. Trips like this mean everything to me.” You mean everything to me.

Anakin stops where he’s reading and folds the corner of the page. Obi-Wan winces - he would never damage a book like that.

Anakin looks up at him, leaning into the fingers in his hair, practically purring. It’s enough to stop Obi-Wan from cursing him for folding the pages of a book.

“Of course, Obi. Things are always more fun with you.” He hums.

Obi-Wan smiles down at him, giving his scalp light scratches. I’m not thinking about kissing him.

“You’re like a little cat.” He ruffles his locks before pulling his hand away. He gives Anakin’s nose a boop.

Anakin huffs and pulls himself into a sitting position so they’re face to face. He stares at Obi-Wan for a moment, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

Suddenly, he stands up, reaching for Obi-Wan’s hand. “C’mon.” He says.

“Oh, what now?” Obi-Wan groans and grabs the offered hand, allowing himself to be pulled up.

“You’re going to buy me ice cream from the stand over there!” Anakin beams, interlocking their fingers and pointing to an ice cream cart in the distance.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes but can’t control the smile tugging at his lips.

And so they go to the cart. Obi-Wan buys Anakin an ice cream cone. He wouldn’t do it if it didn’t make him happy - or rather, if it didn’t make Anakin happy which in turn made him happy.

As Anakin devours the cone they make their way back to the subway station. Their hands stay intertwined the entire way.

Mindlessly, Obi-Wan rubs his thumb up and down against Anakin’s palm.

All in all, it was quite a perfect day.

I promise at some point I’ll actually start writing this - I can’t promise I won’t post more of these before that though. 😎

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Today’s replies! One about SnK, one about SPTO, a bunch about TWST.

6ubble-gum asked:

Every so often I'll find ur tiny founding titan arts again and spend a good long few minutes gushing over it lmao. snk is dead to me but tiny founder is alive and well (espec the fleas art)

Ahh it’s so sweet that you remember and look at it from time to time! I’ll repeat myself, but wow it is truly surprising that our SnK stuff isn’t totally forgotten. I feel like even I don’t remember the majority of it…

I’m very glad our teeny tiny Founder (with his little fleas) makes you happy~ God I remember when we drew it and these were the newest chapters…  wild times.

Anonymous asked:

Speaking of Yandere Todd, I can already imagine him being extremely jealous of Mobile. Mobile would have to fight Wallace’s ‘evil ex’. They would have a fight to see who’s the better psychic for Wallace. And then Wallace watched all of this with a drink in his hand while he cheers his boyfriend on. And then he might call for a restraining order on Todd. That’s what I can imagine

OH NOOO I love how absolutely devastatingly one-sided this is. Wallace cheering Mobile on, Mobile winning…  At least Todd got his participation prize… which is a restraining order 😔

Jokes aside, I find it endlessly amusing that Wallace just keeps hooking up with psychic guys. I don’t necessarily think it’s intentional, but I do think Wallace benefits from it very nicely. In a lot of ways…

And it does make the psychic vs psychic scenarios very possible, I would honestly love to watch them fight. Or to draw them fighting... For some reason though (lol) I get a feeling that Mobile is more powerful than Todd. Gotta train more! For Wallace Wells! 💪

Anonymous asked:

I found your art on pinterest, here's the link: [I edited out the link]

Thank you for letting us know, Anon! Unfortunately, I don’t know if there is anything I can do to take it down… But we still appreciate you letting us know. Pinterest doesn’t respond to the request promptly.

The comments are hilarious though. Love it when people talk about me as if I’m a cryptid that steals people’s fingers and eats their kids.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Idia and Lilia will ever do cosplay together and if yes, what couple are they cosplaying?

I feel like Lilia is that force in Idia’s life that could make him consider things that used to be a definite “no-no” to him, and we do know that Idia actually doesn’t mind cosplaying as long as his head is hidden… And the whole cosplay thing sounds like something Lilia would want to try at least once, so maybe that could happen. If there is a combo of a character with his face (and head: can’t show burning hair) completely hidden + someone tiny and adorable? In any way, Idia is definitely going to overthink this whole thing, only for Lilia to change his mind and tell Idia that they should switch costumes with each other at the very last moment lol

Anonymous asked:

Got Azul, Jamil, Idia, and Riddle on a loading screen today and I blame you for immediately thinking about how much of a dream come true it would be for Azul to have all three of them 😂

Haha YESSSSS YESSSSSSSSS (proud of our bad influence)

It really is a dream come true, what a wonderful harem of reluctant lovers that don’t even like Azul all that much. But it doesn’t matter, because all three of them are his and his only <3

Good for him!

Anonymous asked:

have you seen ruggie’s club outfit?? he looks so good, i can’t wait till we get to see what his bottoms—i mean leona and epel look like in their club gear

Yeah I have! It’s very cool, it suits Ruggie a lot. He really does look like he is about to go and dominate some bitches lol

It’s also cool to finally see the uniform that magift players wear… is this the first time we’re seeing it? They usually wear their PE uniform... It’s a great design, and once again, Ruggie deserves to look cool. Good for him too!

Anonymous asked:

Random thought but Riddle being both in Heartslabyul and Horseback riding club... He's really constantly surrounded by big-tiddied green men :3 Good for him

Oh god I keep forgetting that Sebek also has a constant presence in Riddle’s life… you’re so right omg, what a sick twist of fate. Widdle Widdle (little Riddle) and big-tiddied green men that just keep spawning around him AHHH

Seriously, good for him. Am I ending the third reply in a row with this phrase? Well, everyone got what they deserved…

[brown-little-robin]

43: Interlude: Cell Phone

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“He’s gone?” Bart looks around as if Thad might materialize in the living room.

“Yes, he’s gone. He left.”

Bart snorts. Max is feeling a bit highly strung at the moment and it annoys him.

“Okay so, what’re you gonna do about it?”

Max doesn’t know. He’s not fast enough to catch Thad. He knows Thad is marginally faster than him, especially in sprints. At least, Thad’s clones are. And after what Thad had thrown in his face—‘you don’t want to have to kill me!’—he didn’t start after Thad soon enough to catch him.

What a mess.

Max came home after Thad ran away, but the house was empty, Helen being at work. He tried the lair again, but that was empty too. After that, he didn’t know where to search. So he texted Bart.

Bart’s fingers start tapping on his leg. In adulthood, Bart has learned to manage his frantic energy somewhat, but it’s still in him, endlessly spilling out.

“I don’t know,” Max answers before Bart gets too hyper.

“Well he’s gone, whaddya want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” Max repeats with a groan, and sits down on the couch. There’s been too much standing today.

“Want me to go find him?”

“No! No.” Max collects himself. “No, he’s still… not ready to meet you.”

Bart jitters in place for a moment, then starts pacing. Max sighs. Bart meeting Thad would a perfect way to turn a mess into a disaster. Thad clearly still hates Bart, even after choosing to spare him. Max is afraid that the roots of loathing go so deep in the boy that pulling it out would make him crumble.

“I was joking,” Bart pouts. “But seriously. Are you okay, Max?”

“I’m fine. I just wanted to ask you a question. In your opinion, what do you think Thad would have done? Where would he have gone?”

Max is a little frantic. Thad Thawne, out in the world, completely unchecked, completely alone, with no one to help him through a panic attack or guard him during one of his various kinds of episodes… it’s a nightmare scenario.

Bart says, “Why do you think I know? I mean, he’s the complete opposite of me, that’s the whole point.”

“So use that. What would you have done? What’s the opposite of that?”

Bart blinks. Then he says, “If I had an argument with you?”

“Yes!”

Bart shrugs. “I’d… go visit Cissie and cool off maybe?”

Max frowns. “You’d visit a friend. Thad… would isolate himself.”

“Max—”

“I knew that already,” Max says to himself. “He always hides in his bedroom when he’s overwhelmed. But he’s not there now… so where…? He always talks about being dangerous when he feels trapped, and I don’t know how serious he is about that…”

“Max.”

Bart is frowning at Max. “Are you okay?”

Max drops his head into his hands.

“No,” he admits.

“Didn’t think so.”

A blink later, Bart is shoving a plate of cookies into Max’s hands. Snickerdoodles.

“Calm down,” Bart advises. “It’ll be fine.”

For a moment, Max wants to scream and throw something and run away. It is not fine. Thad is gone. How is Max supposed to calm down!

And then he lets the feelings sweep over him and dissipate, and when he looks up, Bart is still there, fingers drumming on his leg. He’s so tall! Max is used to looking at his fourteen-year-old double, skinny little Thad; looking at grown-up Bart again is, frankly, like a breath of fresh air.

Max smiles at him.

“You’re right,” he says. “How did you grow up so wise?”

Bart shrugs. “I guess I had a pretty good teacher.”

“Just pretty good?”

Bart laughs and doesn’t answer. “Hey, is Helen here?”

“No, she had to work.”

Max feels the familiar sparkling-water feeling of Bart speeding up and running away. He doesn’t follow, because he’s fairly sure Bart is just going to say hello to Helen and Max is not going to be party to breaking into her work building.

While Bart is gone, Max takes the opportunity to set the plate of cookies down on the endtable. He eats one. It is delicious, warm and buttery, with a delicate crusting of cinnamon sugar on top. Bart got them hot from somewhere. Max has to admit that the cookie helps calm his nerves.

Thad is out there, somewhere. Alive. It will be fine. Thad will be fine. They'll figure this out.

Bart speeds back into the living room, grinning.

“Helen says hi. Hey, are you sure it’s a bad idea for me to go look for him?”

“Yes. Thank you for your help, though, Bart.”

“No problem!” Bart locks his hands behind his back, a move so reminiscent of Thad that Max smiles. He bounces on his toes, thinking. “What’s his phone number?”

“What?”

“His phone number! Maybe he’ll answer an unknown number.”

Bart places his phone in Max’s hand, open and ready to receive a phone number. Max looks down at the cursor and laughs.

“I haven’t even called him myself yet.”

He didn't even think of it. He gives Bart back his phone, fishes his own cellphone out from his pocket, and dials Thad’s number. He puts the phone to his ear.

It rings. Rings. Rings.

“Max,” Thad’s raspy voice says, made more crackly by the phone.

Oh, thank the speed force. A miracle.

“Thad,” Max replies, and Bart mouths He answered!! Max says, “Good to hear your voice, kiddo.”

“I’m not your 'kiddo'.”

It won’t help anything to argue with him. Max asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Fine.” A pause. “Here’s Joseph.”

Oh, Thad is with Joseph? Max barely has time to realize that Thad isn’t off somewhere alone, stewing in anger or having a panic attack or something, when he hears Joseph’s slow mechanized phone-voice start.

“Hello, thank you for calling. The boy is okay.”

The phone voice must not have the name “Thad” loaded. Max smiles. “The boy”. The boy is okay.

“Good. So… I think I should leave him with you.”

“Probably. Yes.”

Joseph’s phone voice is more distant and concise than his in-person signing. Which makes sense, of course, but it is a bit off-puttingly businesslike.

Well, businesslike it shall be. Better than standing around moping.

“I’ll move Thad’s stuff to your house later,” Max says, planning out loud. “Shall I text you in a little bit, when—”

Sparkling, candy-sweet lightning lights up Max’s speed force sense, and Bart is in motion before Max can call him back. Darn it, Max is getting old.

“—I get the opportunity…?” Max finishes, slightly distracted by the bright motion in the periphery of his senses.

Oh, wait.

Oh, no! Max drops the phone—he’ll be back to catch it before it hits the floor—and goes to catch Bart.

He’s too late. The room is clean, bare except for the “VIGILANTES BY INVITATION ONLY! THIS MEANS YOU, MAX!” sign on the door. Bart has taken everything to Joseph’s mother’s house already. How did he even know where to go?! Did he know where to go, or did he go ask someone about it? He did, didn’t he. Max can’t believe this.

Bart returns with a salute, and Max sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Great.

“Don’t tell Thad you did that.”

“What, why?”

“He’s a very private person,” Max explains with all the patience he developed from raising Bart. “He probably wouldn’t like the idea of you going through his personal possessions.”

“Oh.” Bart thinks about that for a moment. “I liked his stuff. It’s a good start.”

Max laughs. Bart is still Bart. Endearing, wonderful Bart.

His laugh turns into a hitched breath, and tears come to his eyes.

“Don’t do that,” Bart says, half alarmed, half soft and earnest. “Aw, don’t cry, Max.”

“You’d better go, then,” Max says, as dryly as he can. A tear slips out of his right eye and starts trailing down his cheek. “I’ve been crying too much recently.”

Bright motion, and then Bart is hugging him, fierce and tight as Thad ever did.

Max sniffs, gets hair in his nose, snorts, then gives up and buries his face in Bart’s hair. There’s no escaping that hair, really. Not when Bart is finally just the right height to get that hair wet with Max's tears and snot if he so chooses.

Max holds onto his first son and cries for his second son. And for himself. Mostly, if he’s being honest, for himself.

And Bart holds him, strong and sure and better than Max ever deserved.

[thebelljarwriter]

The Sapphire Hotel - day 4: Chance

day four for @31-daysofhorror, chance !

today's tale of a gambler down on his luck coming across a mystery woman.

tw: alcohol, gambling

***

1980

Las Vegas, Nevada.

The Sapphire Hotel has a casino that many of its guests visit for a good time.

  Roger Hughes had visited it once or twice, once for a promotion as a celebration and twice when he got laid off. He sits in front of the slot machines, staring blankly at the little symbols spinning endlessly as he pulls the lever almost robotic-like. A drink in his hand that sits on his knee (vodka, the strongest the bartender had). 

 Cherry, bell, cherry. Son of a bitch.

 Sometimes he wonders if he'd develop a gambling addiction, lately as the days went by, he’d been coming here more and more often. Sometimes Roger questions if this is just another coping mechanism to distract him from the pain of daily life, to distract him from the reality. The drinking, the money, the days when he isolated himself from the world, sleeping all day in his bed of this dingy apartment. Sometimes he asks himself, what would ever be the chances that his luck would change? No longer being a depressed thirty-something year old man with a possible gambling addiction and possible drinking problem and a tendency to be avoidant?  

 Seven, seven, cherry. 

 Lady Luck appeared to not be on his side this time. What a tragedy.

 Chances. He thought. What would be the chances? Here he was, his tie undone, his shirt almost unbuttoned and trousers stained with alcohol, sitting in front of a machine pulling the lever like it was muscle memory. Chances, he thought to himself, were nothing more than a joke, those little lies you tell. (“oh, you’d have a chance!” “you can get a second chance!” “...just give me one more chance.”). 

 Chances, Roger thought as he pulled the lever for the tenth time, were a joke. 

 ***

When Roger Hughes walks down the seventh floor of the Sapphire Hotel, he sees a woman standing in the halls of baby blue wallpaper and the luminated ceiling lights that generated the eerie hum buzz he grew used to. 

 The woman’s attire had looked much older than any clothes the city folk had worn today. A coral pink dress with matching coral pink heels, and her hair done in a high ponytail. She stares at a map until finally, her gaze lifts up to lock eyes with Roger who stands still across the baby blue hallway. 

 What would be the chances, Roger thinks, what would be—

 “Excuse me,” she says, her voice smooth like honey and silk like an old starlet of silver Hollywood, “do you know where Room seven-hundred-and-seventy-seven is?” 

 “It is across the hall after seven-hundred-and-seventy-eight.” Roger murmurs, pointing to the distance.

 The hotel room next to hers. 

 What would be the chances, the back of Roger’s mind keeps repeating. 

 “Oh, thank you.” the coral pink woman says, before finally walking away. But she stops, slowly turning. She stares at him, her catlike eyes surveying him up and down, and slowly, she smiles and speaks once more, ��my name is Pauline by the way. Pauline Hepburn.”

 “Roger Hughes.” Roger utters, quite foolishly.

As Pauline walks away, Roger wonders to himself — what would be the chances.

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i dont want to make a separate post for don henry au so ill just rb this post & continue my random thoughts

remembered bout it today bc thought bout lauretta & henry again but not the point ok

don henry au is such a fun thing i mean yeah alternative m2 ending but everyone is still miserable just in a different way

joe & vito still get the same lession from all this. they still see how something completely monstrous & terrible appears right in front of them. in this ver it's just henry

cold calculation and indifference, the triumph of selfishness and going over heads. ofc all their activities are basically walking over the heads - the only difference here is that now they see that the heads they need to walk on are in no way limited by personal connections. "if i tell you to kill your brother, you will do it." it should've been taken much more seriously, it's not a joke and not just beautiful dramatic words. nothing matters when it comes to power

"you need to grow the fuck up" <- henry baring his teeth at them with despise. analogue of "there's no such thing as friendship in this business". if carlo's mocking at vito a little, henry's being completely serious & there's some mercy here. maybe it's smth his mother or father said to him in his youth. he feels warmth towards joe and vito and he pities them a bit. they remind him himself in his youth. he's sure that being like this will make them miserable. they need to understand all this, needed to understand this earlier. now they see that he'd sell their heads without even blinking. and then he'd went to the church, said a pray and thought that he's forgiven. and then all this repeats endlessly. they need to live with this now, how no one's life really matters here and this is the only way to survive

lauretta tells him, being sincere, that his prayers won't save him bc henry acts a bit delusional here bc he does believe in god and he believes that he can be forgiven. he can think that he's a good man. he thinks he's being so merciful by leaving lauretta alone. but on the other hand he knows that he's doomed anyway. just a question of time, but now it doesn't matter

«you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt bc i cannot bear to see you like this and i should've let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i don't think either of us are happy»

i am racked with guilt; i don't think either of us are happy — yes absolutely. no one is happy here

they see his mutilated horrifying body but they also see that there's no regret

****

Cain is badly concussed and won't sleep on his bed

'Cause he's afraid of falling

He's no longer a human being

My brother Cain, he's still my brother

Whatever he is, my brother Cain

I opened the door for him, he came back

Cause he's sick and he's lost

He catches spirits in the air with his hand

But he only runs into us

My brother Cain, he'll destroy us all,

Because Cain has no more eyes

make henry carlo's capo 2k24

[nonsensical-ramblings]

The Stranger Things OST is something we haven't been paying nearly enough attention to, because I think I've just found something monumental.

We all know these two scenes feature the same music:

But what we haven't been talking about is how the tracks in these four scenes all share the exact same melody-

Or that the tracks from these two scenes sync up perfectly to create an entirely new piece of music

But what if I told you this is only the very tip of the iceberg, because I've been sifting through evidence for quite a while now, and we are far past the point of this all just being a coincidence?

ahem.

Welcome to Soundtrackgate.

(AKA: The wild, wacky world where connections go way, way deeper than you could've possibly imagined, and it all still manages to lead back to byler in the end)

So, just by themselves, those three instances of matching soundtracks creating parallels between different scenes are pretty cool, and worthy of analysis. That's all well and good. But it gets a whole lot more complicated when I tell you that across those three examples, all the songs from those eight scenes I've pointed out match with each other too. The music playing during the J/ancy kiss syncs with the music from the R/ockie scene at the gun shop. The M/ileven kiss has music that syncs with the "It was a seven" scene. R/ockie making sandwiches has music in the background that syncs with the Byler van scene. They're all in the same key, B flat major.

I can prove that I'm not making this up in the form of some amazing mashups between four important OST songs. But before I show you those, let me take a step back and introduce you to the songs individually: Being Different, The First Lie, The First I love You, and Kids.

(I slowed them down so they're all the same speed). And I thought to myself, golly, these all sound pretty similar, they all have a pretty consistent pattern of eight quarter notes that get repeated over and over. (Listen closely, can you hear it?) I sure bet it would sound nice if someone combined them. So. I figured out how to edit audio and I did it myself XD

When I said they synced, I wasn't kidding. When I did my initial little experiment, I was not expecting the songs to, in no uncertain terms, match up perfectly, as if they were all variations of the same track, because the only thing I'd done was change the tempo a little bit between each of them. No splicing, no extra editing, no looping, no nothing. And they sound beautiful together!!! Here are my three favorites:

Putting all four together pushes my limits a bit and it comes out a tad messy, but I love it anyways. It's overwhelmingly clear that these four songs are meant to fit together.

So... what does this mean? The tracks are undeniably connected, and some of the scenes in which they occur are clearly parallels too. I mean, we've been ENDLESSLY analyzing parallels between R/ockie, Byler, and J/ancy, and this discovery lends more credit to the theory that those aren't just coincidences. But especially for major motifs like Kids, there are a lot more scenes where these songs play!! It's not just the few I mentioned at the beginning of the post that are pretty obvious in how they're similar to one another. Haha, but wouldn't it be crazy if ALL the scenes that these songs (and their variations) appear in followed the exact same narrative pattern; a pattern which would just so happen to offer extremely compelling evidence to the fact that Byler has been endgame since season 1?

Ha ha... ha... um.

They do.

All of them.

I'm not fucking joking. Out of the 22 scenes I've been able to track down which feature any of these four songs or variations of them, I've identified a pattern which every single one follows. Some definitely better than others... but it is un-fucking-deniable that this pattern exists and it has to be deliberate, because all of this being a coincidence must be some sort of statistical impossibility with the sheer amount of evidence I've amassed.

The pattern I'm referring to is a collection of four themes:

A misassumption / some form of dishonesty

Love. Often romantic, but sometimes platonic or familial

A subversion of expectations

An atypical relationship between two people

Often in that order.

So basically, we have a collection of scenes throughout all four seasons that are very strongly linked to each other, through both the music that plays during them, and the narrative pattern they follow. And theoretically, if we now know for a fact that each of these scenes follows the same pattern, we can use it to support our interpretations of moments like the van scene or "It was a seven"! (A pattern which, I'll remind you, will fall perfectly in line with Byler endgame)

Okay. So here, we get to the main chunk of the analysis. The hard data. I've gone through every relevant scene and listed how each of them fit the pattern, to prove that it's legit, and to use it to demonstrate how this discovery supports our theories! I've also added whether I think the scene matches well (✅), moderately well (🤔) , or poorly (❌) with the interpretation. (Keep in mind that even the ones that match poorly still relate to the themes in some way!) I sorted everything by motif, then into individual music pieces, then into scenes that feature that music. So scenes that have the same track playing in the background are grouped together.

Obviously, it's pretty long. I did my best to organize it well and make it as concise as possible. But that's why I'm adding a star (⭐️) next to all the scenes that explicitly support the Byler agenda, in case you want to scroll past the rest and only focus on what you came here for!

Without further ado, let's start out with...

The First Lie motif

The dominating melody in these tracks is: D D# D A# C F A# C

Track 1: The First Lie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3S5-J7BLoIY)

Scene A: Jonathan And Nancy get together (S2E6) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/Dishonesty: Both of them are denying their feelings for each other • Love: And those feelings are romantic in nature • Subversion of expectations: They discover that their feelings are requited! • Atypical Relationship: Nancy, a popular and conventionally attractive character, ends up with Jonathan, the outcast

Track 2: The First I love You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y68LnSZ_j3M)

Scene A: Robin and Steve talk in the Bathroom (S4E7) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/Dishonesty: Steve believes he has a chance with Robin, Robin hasn’t told him the whole truth about her sexuality • Love: Steve has feelings for her, she has feelings for Tammy, the two of them love each other as best friends • Subversion of expectations: Robin wants to kiss girls!!! And Steve is surprised, but wholly accepts her, even as a straight guy in the 80s • Atypical Relationship: Platonic soulmates <3

⭐️ Scene B: El Tells Mike she loves him and says goodbye (S4E8) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/Dishonesty: Their relationship had been damaged by the fact that Mike lied in order to avoid seeing her / getting into trouble with Hopper • Love: El forgives Mike, says that she loves him, and tries to repair their relationship • Subversion of expectations: El admits to having heard Mike when he said that he loved her, back in episode 6 • Atypical Relationship: It wouldn’t be very atypical for a straight guy to get back with his straight girlfriend after a brief break-up, would it? So maybe this relationship isn't as hetero as it- [gunshots]

Scene C: Joyce and Hopper Kiss (S4E9) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/Dishonesty: Up until this moment they’ve been dancing around each other since season 1, not quite being honest or upfront about how they feel • Love: But now they finally have their moment and make it official! • Subversion of expectations: We’ve seen it coming for years, sure, but considering where they started, their relationship was an unlikely one • Atypical Relationship: Joyce, the high-strung, divorced, single mom, and Hopper, the troubled, divorced, adoptive dad, certainly make a unique pair together

Kids motif

The dominating melody in these tracks is: G A# F A# G A# F A#, and/or F G F D C A# C A#

Track 1: Kids (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ha2OcL_0gtM)

⭐️ Scene A: The party finishes up their D&D game, “It was a seven” (S1E1) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: Lucas urges Will to lie to Mike about his roll • Love: Little Will cares about his friendship with Mike too much to lie to him • Subversion of expectations: He’s honest, and admits that he only rolled a seven, even if it means he lost the campaign • Atypical relationship: Oh, you know. :)

Scene B: The kids disguise El so she can go out in public (S1E5) This scene doesn’t match very well �� • Misassumption/dishonesty: The kids are disguising El’s true identity so they can bring her to their school • Love: The four of them are beginning to trust one another; the boys trust El to help them find Will, they're bonding as friends • Subversion of expectations: The boys (but Mike specifically) are surprised with the degree of El's glowup • Atypical relationship: Mike thinks El is pretty, even though the rest of the party is still a little apprehensive towards her

Scene C: Mike, Lucas, and El make up after their fight in the previous episode (S1E7) This scene matches moderately well 🤔 • Misassumption/dishonesty: El had been misleading the boys to keep them away from the lab • Love: The friends are all sorry for what they did, and care too much about each other to stay mad • Subversion of expectations: They’re able to reconcile • Atypical relationship: Even after a pretty serious fight, the friends are back together again, stronger than ever

Scene D: The party finally gets to play D&D again at the end of season 1 (S1E8) This scene doesn’t match very well ❌ (But, it’s excusable because the main purpose it serves here is to parallel the first scene from episode 1- matching this narrative pattern is probably a secondary concern) • Misassumption/dishonesty: The campaign is over too soon, the kids feel like it’s not a truthful finale; there are loose ends left to be resolved in the story • Love: The friends are finally back together again, having fun, enjoying each others’ company, healing • Subversion of expectations: Will is able to defeat the monster this time • Atypical relationship: Even after everything they went through, they made it out OK and are still the best of friends

Scene E: Dustin reminds Mike to look for some change before going to the arcade (S2E1) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: Mike avoids Dustin’s questions of why he’s on an unusual channel on the walkie talkie, and why he hasn’t been looking for quarters to bring to the arcade • Love: Mike is still grieving El • Subversion of expectations: He hadn’t been looking for quarters because he was busy trying to contact her • Atypical relationship: He still feels guilty for having lost her, more so than the rest of his friends. He believes she’s out there, even after a year has passed

Scene F: The kids work together to assemble Cerebro (S3E1) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: The kids don’t quite believe Dustin is being honest about actually having a girlfriend  • Love: But he does! He actually is in a relationship • Subversion of expectations: Suzie doesn’t answer • Atypical relationship: A nerdy mormon and an agnostic with no collarbone; an unlikely pair!

Track 2: Kids Two (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PydvdEdGwE)

Scene A: El and Max spy on the boys (S3E3) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: The girls are secretly spying on the guys • Love: They’re talking about their relationship troubles • Subversion of expectations: They’re doing a terrible job of trying to win El and Max back; putting all the blame on the girls, talking about how they're a "different species", all while eating chips and generally being gross • Atypical relationship: Elmax bonds over having dumb ex-boyfriends, even after their friendship's rocky start in the previous season :3

Scene B: Robin sees Vickie at Warzone (S1E8) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: Robin thinks she has a chance with Vickie  • Love: She’s about to make a move and talk to her crush… • Subversion of expectations: …but Vickie has a boyfriend. • Atypical relationship: Queerness!! And the fact that Vickie gets distracted by Robin, probably has a bit of a crush on her too, even though she's currently in a relationship

Scene C: Robin & Vickie make sandwiches (S4E9) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: Robin is initially fairly certain now that she DOESN’T have a chance with Vickie • Love: But unbeknownst to her, they're almost definitely endgame • Subversion of expectations: Vickie admits that she ended things with her boyfriend  • Atypical relationship: Imminent 80s Lesbians!!!!!!!!

Track 3: Teens (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3JICAZAEBs)

Scene A: Suzie changes Dustin’s Latin grade (S4E1) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: Suzie and Dustin are cheating his Latin grade by hacking into the school’s computer system  • Love: The two of them are still together :3 • Subversion of expectations: Suzie decides that her relationship with Dustin is worth more than being entirely morally virtuous, so she changes the grade for him • Atypical relationship: The unlikely pair of the mormon and the agnostic strike again!

Track 4: In The Closet (At Rink O Mania) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwl-HPNQFLc)

⭐️ Scene A: Mike and Will argue at the roller rink (S4E1) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: Mike’s upset that Will and El haven’t been honest about the bullying • Love: Will just misses his best friend and is upset that their relationship / communication over the past year has been strained. And he’s in love. • Subversion of expectations: “We’re friends! We’re friends.”(AKA, Mike has been struggling with his feelings just as much as Will has) • Atypical relationship: Queerness!! We can be fairly certain now that they totally feel the same way about each other, even if neither will admit it.  

Scene B: …but also El hides in the closet at the roller rink (S4E1) This scene matches moderately well 🤔 • Misassumption/dishonesty: El had been hiding the fact that she was being bullied • Love: This lie has has driven a wedge even deeper between her and her boyfriend • Subversion of expectations: She decides to go confront Angela • Atypical relationship: El, the humiliated victim, decides to stand up to her bully, Angela, instead of letting her get the final word

Track 5: Home (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdcV1u6RUh4)

Scene A: Hopper takes El in (S2E3) This scene matches moderately well 🤔 • Misassumption/dishonesty: Hopper wants to give El a place to stay where she can hide from the people looking for her / Hopper discreetly puts away a box labeled “Sarah”, hinting at a more personal reason for taking her in than he lets on • Love: He cares about El like he’d care for his own daughter  • Subversion of expectations: Even though he's a supposedly hardened and lazy police chief, he cares about El enough to go through the effort of fixing up the cabin to give her a place to stay • Atypical relationship: Found family :’)

Scene B: This song also plays during the scene where Robin sees Vickie at Warzone (S4E8) This scene matches well! ✅ • [See Kids Two, scene B]

Track 6: What’s The Internet? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqx4idF4ObE)

Scene A: The Hellfire Club and Lucas’ team celebrate their victories (S4E1) This scene matches moderately well 🤔 • Misassumption/dishonesty: The basketball team and the Hellfire club both thought they were screwed • Love: Despite the looming potential for failure, everyone’s having fun and feeling included within their groups, they love their hobbies and their friends • Subversion of expectations: Both teams won their respective games despite the odds! • Atypical relationship: Lucas still hangs in the balance between the two teams, feeling unsure about which of his friend groups he should prioritize

Track 7: [Unreleased song, but the Kids motif is faintly audible towards the end]

⭐️ Scene A: El and Mike argue over Mike not being able to say “I love you” (S4E2) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/dishonesty: Mike’s refusing to acknowledge that he can’t say the words, he’s lying about how he really feels • Love: Their relationship as boyfriend/girlfriend is finally starting to show cracks, as its fundamental flaws are presented front and center • Subversion of expectations: Their relationship isn’t as perfect as we’d been led to believe • Atypical relationship: They’re on the verge of a breakup, but that's really what's best for the two of them

and finally...

Being Different Motif

The dominating melody in these tracks is: A# D F D A# D D# D, and/or A# D F A# D F A F

Track 1: Being Different (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_o29YLtS_NA)

⭐️ Scene A: Mike and Will talk in the van (S4E8) This scene matches well! ✅ • Misassumption/Dishonesty: Will lies, using El’s name to hide his own feelings • Love: And those feelings are his love for Mike :’( • Subversion of expectations: It’s now overwhelmingly clear that Will is canonically gay and in love with Mike  • Atypical Relationship: Well, it doesn’t sound all that atypical for the sad gay boy to have fallen for his straight best friend (who is obviously straight because he’s in a relationship with a girl), so what if Mike- [gunshots]

Track 2: I Like Presents Too (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trSjkqM0VT4) (I’m not positive about this one, but I swear I hear similarities between Being Different and this song? Especially between 1:52 - 2:05 in Being Different, and 0:38 - 1:00 in this song)

⭐️Scene A: This song also plays during the scene where El Tells Mike she loves him and says goodbye (S4E8) This scene matches well! ✅ • [See The First I love You, scene B]

Okay. And that's all of them! I hope I've made my point. The fact that every single one of these 11 songs and the 22 scenes they appear in are connected both musically and thematically cannot be a coincidence. And by simply tracing the pattern, it's pretty easy to see that these connections hint at the fact that there's something more that we're not explicitly seeing between Mike, El, and Will's relationships, which has no other explanation besides Byler endgame. Let's review- by applying what we know about the pattern to Byler and M/ileven scenes, we can infer that:

When El kisses Mike at the end of season 3, it isn't meant to be taken at face-value. There's something atypical about their relationship, and it's the fact that despite saying the words, it doesn't change the fact that neither of them are in love with each other, not romantically, even if they think they should be.

When Will tells Mike he rolled a seven and lost the battle in the first episode of season 1, it's more than just Will being a good friend. There's a deeper connection- something atypical compared to Will's relationships with his other friends, because this is Will being in love with Mike before he even understood what those feelings meant.

During their fight at Rink O Mania in season 4, they're not just arguing about Will being dishonest or Mike not staying in touch. There's something deeper under the surface that they're dancing around, unaddressed feelings on both ends, something more atypical than just two friends who drifted apart. At the root of their frustration is the fact that they both believe the other doesn't feel the same.

Mike said it himself- when he and El argue over the fact that he can't say "I love you" to her, this was a fight they can't come back from. Because it's been made clear to them that their relationship isn't romantic anymore, it's atypical in the sense that they realize this whole thing between them has just been a heteronormative charade they were pressured into, rather than something they really wanted or needed.

When Will delivers his veiled love confession in the back of the van in season 4, we're led to believe that this is him ripping off the bandaid, because Mike is supposedly happiest with El and he'll never see Will the way Will sees him. But this interpretation is incorrect, because there's something very very atypical about the way Mike stares longingly into Will's eyes, completely mesmerized, in a way that he's never looked at his own girlfriend despite allegedly being so in love with her. Mike is in love, but there's no denying anymore that the love he feels is for Will, not El.

Of course, none of these interpretations of these scenes are new or anything. But the fact that we now have solid proof that all of them are actually intentionally connected? They all share linked music and follow the same pattern?? That, I think, is revolutionary.

But of course we're not done yet.

Because as lengthy as it is, this isn't a finished analysis. Now, if you've made it this far into my mad and delusional (yet strongly supported by evidence) rantings and ravings, you're probably just as excited about this breakthrough as I am. So if you're thinking about exploring the theory yourself, I have a few suggestions on where to start, because there's a good number of things that I haven't fully looked into yet! Most notably, there are several tracks that sound like they almost fit with the ones I already identified as being part of soundtrackgate, or they have similar vibes, but just aren't similar enough to make it into the list. Some of them I've tried to mix with The First Lie, Kids, etc, but came up empty-handed. There songs are:

Journalistic Instinct

Boys and Girls

Feel Safe

First Kiss

Presumptuous

My BOOBS Hurt

A Kiss

I wouldn't remember me either

Eight Fifteen

Walkin in Hawkins (i really really really hate this song for no justifiable reason please don't make me listen to it any more than I had to this is my one exception)

This Isn't You

Blank Makes You Crazy

Weirdly enough, out of these twelve, there are exactly three tracks from each season. Does that mean anything? No clue. Odd, though.

For all you eightfifteengate truthers, I tried really, really hard to mix the track Eight Fifteen with any of the established songs... but all I got was a pretty resounding muddy mess of a failure. Which sucks, because it sounds like it should work! Unfortunately, I don't think Eight Fifteen is part of soundtrackgate. However! I did notice that it sounds very very similar to the track Presumptuous, which is interesting. Here's the best I got, for what it's worth:

If you want to take another look at these songs and try to prove me wrong, please do!! Maybe there's a pattern within them that I didn't catch. And if you ask, I'll be happy to try my hand at combining any tracks you think would work together!

Other than that, there are a few interesting little details I noticed while perusing the OST. Maybe they mean something, maybe they don't, but I thought they were worth mentioning! Feel free to investigate if any of these pique your interest:

Like I mentioned earlier, Eight Fifteen and Presumptuous both contain the same melody

Blank Makes You Crazy and I Need You to Trust Me are both songs tied to scenes where we see evidence of the stained relationship between Mike and El, and they’re both in the same key; F Major

Not Kids Anymore plays during the Byler rain fight in s3, AND when Dustin and Mike refuse to go to Lucas’ game in s4

As far as I can tell, the song Destroying The Castle only plays one time other than when Will takes a bat to Castle Byers- it also plays in S4E9 when Hopper is about to use himself as bait for the demodogs, but assures Joyce that he’ll be alright 

On The Bus almost definitely does not match with any of the other songs, but I feel like this particular track is important and worth looking into regardless, so I’m mentioning it here.

You’re The Heart does not sound similar, mix well with, or parallel Being Different, let alone ANY of the established soundtrackgate songs. I just don’t hear it, sorry.

Eulogy and Letter to Willy sound very very similar

Journalistic Instinct and Boys and Girls sound very very similar

Still Pretty, the song that plays in season 1 when Mike reassures El that she looks pretty without the wig, also plays in season 4 while they talk in the pizza shop, right before they get interrupted by Argyle.

Okay. I think that covers it, for now. Thank you so much for reading, seriously, I poured my soul into this so it means a lot!!! I hope it all made enough sense. MASSIVE shoutout to what-song.com for its list of all the songs that appear in each ST episode, in order, complete with listing what minute each song appears in, providing a 30-second sample of each song, and a description of the scene that occurs during it. It SAVED MY LIFE no joke. Also big shoutout to bilibili.tv, my platform of choice for sailing the seven seas of content of questionable legality; I used it liberally to pull up all the scenes I had to analyze lol

[worksby-d]

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲

An Everyone Thinks It Oneshot

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Chris can't help but gush over you during his appearance on a talk show.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~1,100

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The sudden applause and whistling from the audience tells them both the commercial break is about over. Seth effortlessly snaps back into host mode before the countdown ends. 

“We’re back with Chris Evans!”

He's slower at pulling himself back together though, sitting up straighter again. “Back already?” He jokes to give himself another moment to situate himself in the chair.

“We are,” he laughs, taking a quick glance at his cards. “And we're talking about your new movie.” 

“Yes…”

“That's what you're in town for. Last night was the premiere.” 

Chris nods, repeating, “Yes.” But the word comes out more skeptical this time. 

“What are you acting nervous for?” Seth chuckles, reaching across his desk for some photos. 

“Last time I was here, you had me confessing about when I lost my virginity,” he scoffs. “Excuse me for being a little on edge this time.” 

“That's right, that's right. Well, I don't think it can get any worse than that, so don't worry.” 

Chris flashes a doubtful look toward the camera right before they zoom in on the photos Seth props up on his desk. 

“These are just some pictures from the red carpet last night that we want to show everyone.” The first photo is Chris alone, garnering a few scattered whistles from the back of the audience. The second is of him with the whole cast. “Everyone looked great.” 

“Yeah, it was–” 

Before Chris can finish his thought, he drops the second photo to reveal the last one – Photographers had caught the split second Chris forgot where he was. He had pulled you closer for photos and planted a kiss on you without thinking. 

You didn't mean to out your relationship that way, but he couldn't help himself in that moment. It was the first event you’ve attended with him in a few years. You had taken a step back when everyone found out you were who he had a baby with, never wanting to be the reason for any negative energy surrounding him or his projects if you could help it. He was ecstatic to have you with him again though and determined to help ward your nerves off, hence an instinctive, innocent kiss. 

Watching his reaction on the monitors in front of you as you stand offstage, yours mirrors his–dropping your face in your hands to hide your laughter. 

“There it is.” Chris rolls his eyes jokingly, looking back up. He can't help but smile at the photo though, it's a good one. “I knew you had something up your sleeve.” 

“Yeah, now this one…” He has to pause, waiting for the audience’s cheers to die down. “...Is peculiar. We know her.” 

“You do,” Chris nods. 

“That’s Y/N.” 

“Correct,” he smiles, glancing toward where he knows you're watching. 

“We've seen pictures of the two of you before, but you've never been doing this.” 

With a wide grin he's failing to suppress, Chris just shakes his head. “I don't know what you want me to say right now.”

“I mean, I don't want you to say anything,” Seth shrugs. “I'm just giving you the opportunity to if you want to.” 

“I think it's very obvious–” He starts, but takes a second to think before he speaks for once. “Listen. It's exactly what it looks like and exactly what everyone's thinking, okay?” 

The loud applause puts a pause on the conversation one more time. 

“I want to respect her– She's obviously a lot more private than I am. But I could talk about her endlessly. She means the world to me. I'm always so happy to have her by my side. It definitely makes those things a lot more bearable than when I'm on my own.” 

You get a kick out of his rambling. And he knows you well enough to know you're standing there laughing without even seeing you. 

“She's going to make fun of me after this for being such a sap, by the way.” 

“Well, that's very sweet. We're happy for you. You guys have been friends for a really long time, haven't you?” 

“Oh, yeah,” he exhales a deep breath, not even able to do the math on the spot, realizing how long it's been. “Forever. I don't remember a time when I haven't loved her. Whether that was platonically for most of our lives, or as more the past couple months. I hit the jackpot when it comes to a friend and a partner. And who I get to raise my children with. She’s just the best.” 

Out of everything he could focus on in his outpouring of love for you, Seth smirks and Chris knows something came out wrong. 

“Children?” 

“No, oh, God– See. I gotta…” He gestures zipping his mouth shut. “They're really gonna run with that. No, we only have one child right now. Singular.”

“You just kept going,” the host laughs. “I did not coax you into saying any of that. You can't blame me this time.” 

“I know,” Chris sighs, feigning defeat. “I know.” 

He wraps up by reminding everyone when the new movie comes out and gives him a final handshake. “Chris Evans, everybody.” 

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Once he's off stage and de-mic’d, you're the first person he gravitates toward, pulling you in for a tight hug. 

You can feel some tension leave his body as he holds you. As often as he does these things and as good as he is at hiding it, he always has nerves. 

“I'm not gonna make fun of you,” you promise. He lets out a laugh as he pulls away just enough to look at you, catching your wink. “Not yet anyway. That was really nice.” 

You can't have too much of a moment with everyone beginning to herd you out of the way. He's great at switching places and taking his turn to keep your mind off the fast pace of everything though, grabbing your hand in his as you get guided–pushed–toward his dressing room. 

“Sorry, I know it’s crazy back here.” 

“It’s okay.” You breathe out slowly, stepping closer to his side so he can shield you from bumping into anyone. “Tell me more about how you hit the jackpot with me.” 

Taking his hand out of yours so he can rest his arm around you, he laughs knowing you’re poking fun already. But he can shout about it from the rooftops now, so he absolutely will. 

“Gladly,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

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[lawscorazon]

defamy & deceit - zoro x reader

765 words | gn reader

cw: angst, break up, implied cheating, guilt, anger, heartbreak

summary: you couldn’t believe what he did. he couldn’t believe what you said. either way, feelings were hurt and there was no hope in mending them.

a/n: finally putting all those fake arguments in my head to good use.

❦ ao3 link

The door nearly hit Zoro in the face before he caught it with his hand. He swung it back open and followed you into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Y/N, wait. I can explain.”

“Fuck off,” you spat rushing further into the room.

“Can we please talk about this?” he pleaded.

“Then talk!” you yelled, turning on your heels to face the man. Tears flooded your cheeks. “How long? How long have you been fucking Sanj-“

“Will you keep your voice down?” he said in a loud whisper. His eyes darted to the door before he rushed over to cover your mouth.

“Fuck you.” you gritted between your teeth, smacking his hand away. ”You don’t deserve privacy right now, Zoro. You’ve kept enough secrets. HOW LONG?” Your throat was raw from choking back the tears that seemed to flow endlessly no matter how much you tried to hide your distress.

He was silent before you, chest heaving and darting his eyes anxiously around the room.

“ANSWER ME,” you screeched, jerking him by his shirt.

“About a year,” he confessed, dropping his head, not wanting to look you in the eye. You dropped his collar and shoved him away from you, disgusted by his cowardice.

Your heart was broken when you walked into the kitchen just moments ago to your boyfriend’s tongue in the cook's mouth, but now it was pulverized into dust. You’d only been dating for six months, making you the other. Making you the joke. Your body surged with anger that you had no idea what to do with. You wanted to cry- to scream- to rip your hair out- to break something. Next thing you knew, your hand connected with Zoro’s cheek, striking him across the face.

He looked up with shock written on his face, clutching his cheek. It barely marked his skin; it was his heart that took the damage. You never raised your voice above a whisper unless he was making you laugh, yet here you were seething with anger, having been brought to violence by his doing. The word guilt couldn’t begin to describe the feeling that weighed on his chest like a ton of bricks.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry???” you exclaimed. Two little words? Two little words after six months of lies?? The grief was surely short-circuiting your brain because you started to laugh. The maniacal kind of laugh that only the most demented of villains sported. You clutched your stomach, covering your mouth as your body convulsed.

“Oh, my god.” you chuckled, coming down from your fit. “You’re a fucking joke.”

“Excuse me?” he asked, dumbfounded by your outburst.

“You’re a fucking joke!” you repeated. “You go on and on and on about protecting your honor as the future world’s shittiest swordsman when you can’t even protect your honor as a man… You might as well commit seppuku.”

You regretted the words as soon as they left your lips, realizing the gravity of you just said, but you couldn’t falter. You couldn’t show remorse. Not after what he’d done. You wanted to hurt him. It was the only way you knew how.

His breath hitched in his throat at your venomous words. You didn’t just stab him in the jugular, you twisted the knife too. Is that what you really thought of him? Maybe it was true. Maybe he deserved it. He didn’t know what to say to that. I mean, what could he say? If anything, he wanted to hug you. For such a sweet, loving person like you to go so low, he couldn’t fathom how much you were hurting, but it wasn’t his place to comfort you anymore. No, he lost that right when he let his urges get the better of him.

The two of you stood there in silence staring at each other. You saw the hurt in his eyes, the remorse, and it made you feel guilty for your outburst. You needed to get out of there. You couldn’t look at him anymore or else you might forgive him. You might believe him when he said that it was the biggest mistake of his life and that it’d never happen again.

You were the first to break eye contact, turning your gaze to the floor and pushing past him with your shoulder. You didn’t turn back to look at him one last time before closing the door and walking out of his life, but if you did you would’ve seen the lone tear that streamed down Zoro’s cheek as he watched you leave him in the wreckage of what once was your love.

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[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

yandere!hayama kotaro

for anon who asked "For the yandere event Hayama pretty please 🥺"

so on the surface, you’d think he’s a good boyfriend, right? (well, good as far as yanderes go)

he’s especially excitable when it comes to you

he’ll listen to you talk about your hobbies for hours, eyes shining, getting so happy about it it’s like those hobbies are his own

just seeing you every morning gets him bouncing around, bombarding you with questions and comments: “how did you sleep? i bet you missed me, right? you definitely missed me. hey, can i stay over at yours tonight? you know what i dreamt about? you. yeah i dreamt about you. what about you?” and on it goes

(for the record, he asks all these questions but never lets you get a word in edgeways)

loves when you praise him more than anything else - to an unhealthy extent

if you tell him how cool he looked doing a certain skateboard trick, he’ll keep demanding you say it again and again and again, jumping around, getting way too close to your personal space, starting to shake you, shoving you in excitement etc

so you keep praising him and the praise does nothing for his self control

in short, he gets very intense

remember we’re still talking about nice hayama btw

nice hayama though, with all his excitement, can be dealt with

pretty much the only time he stills is if you hug him, or let him use your lap as a pillow

he’s a clingy little chap

you talk to anyone else and he’s wrapping his arms around you (always a little too tight - has no understanding of his own strength), refusing to leave for the duration of the conversation

then in the evening, cuddling together, he shoves his face in your back and repeats endlessly, “i’m your favourite, i’m your favourite, i’m your favourite…”

hayama is a creature that acts solely on emotions; he has little to no control of his own behaviour

he’s not the most irritable of people, but he does have his triggers, and they are quick acting

can go from slightly too cheery to cold and raging in seconds

this other side of hayama is vindictive

he despises criticism from you more than anyone else - and what’s scariest is that sometimes a perfectly innocent comment from you is treated as such, as just a joke, but sometimes it sets him off

hayama’s anger is hands on. he has to feel himself injure something (whether that be punching the wall or slamming himself against you) to even start to calm down

if he’s taking a board game with you seriously, and you win?

man’s throwing the pieces across the room, storming out

cause it’s an absolute in his mind that he is the coolest, the victor, and if you dare counter that, it’s like if you had told him he was worthless, that you don’t need him

oh and stay away from him after he’s had a bad day at basketball practice, or if akashi’s been picking on him too much

sometimes, sure, he just needs a cuddle and some kisses and he’s right as rain

but sometimes, if you ask if he’s okay, he stares at you, gaze unfocused, fists still clenched and you’d better move away before his anger is taken out on the wrong person

plus, more than anything else, he cannot stand if you’ve been too friendly with someone else

again, its that hands-on rage

you could be crying, begging him to forget that you went to a classmate’s house to work on a project, but he’s seeing red

he couldn’t careless about how you feel

if he has to shove you into the wall to get past you and to said classmate to “teach him what’s what”, he will

you think he gives a shit about any casualties when his blood is up?

no.

not even if that casualty is you.

[myherowritings]

Hey There, Roomie

— After being set up on a bad date with Ushijima, he insists on walking you to your doorstep. Not wanting him to know where you live, you lead him to Iwaizumi’s apartment and pretend Iwaizumi is your roommate. 

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 4.0k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: mentions of drinking, language, secondhand embarrassment, suggestive comments at the end, oikawa is meddlesome, awkward but cute confessions™!!

a/n: ur bad date is with ushiwaka ok i’m sorry he’s a nice guy but i had to make it someone HDJSJS,, also this is based on real life events except my friend who lived in an apartment near me isn’t cute like iwa-chan :( LMAOOO i hope u enjoy reading!!! xx sof

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“I assure you, you don’t have to walk me to my apartment.”

“It’s not a bother. I insist.” 

“No, it’s fine.” Although you tried to keep a smile on your face, you were certain it looked more like you were baring your teeth at him. “Really. You don’t have to do that.”

Ushijima shrugged. “I told you, it’s no big deal.” 

Your grin turned into a grimace as you stepped outside the car and headed towards your apartment complex. You managed to grit out, “Great. Thanks.”

A friend from your class had told you they had a friend of a friend who saw an Instagram post of you and thought you were cute. After they showed you a picture of him, you said the same. Little did you know it would lead to a mess of a date set up by said friend. 

The date was at a karaage chicken place and it was filled with the most uncomfortable silences you had sat through since office hours with a professor who you were sure hated you. Ushijima was nice enough and it wasn’t the worst date ever, but the two of you just did not click. You figured it was partly your fault for agreeing to meet with him despite not having a single clue about his interests and never having talked to him once, but it was too late to undo it now. 

He was a gentleman, at least. Offered to pay, held your seat out for you, drove you to your apartment complex, and, now, was trying to walk you to your doorstep. 

The thing was, you did not want him to know where you lived. 

You didn’t get red flags or feel threatened by any means, but having a guy you went on one uncomfortable date with know your exact address wasn’t really something that sat well with you. You’ve heard enough college horror stories to be wary. But, you didn’t have the heart to tell him explicitly not to walk you home… So the only solution? 

Head to your friend’s apartment in the same complex instead.

“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Ushijima, examining you as your eyes darted around from building to building. 

You’d been to Iwaizumi’s apartment before, but that didn’t stop you from looking lost and confused in this maze of houses. And it didn’t help to have Ushijima’s semi-condescending gaze on you the whole time. The worst part was, you were almost certain he didn’t even mean to be condescending— He just was. To you, at least. It definitely rubbed you the wrong way during the date. 

“Yeah,” you laughed, walking past your apartment, “of course I know where my own apartment is.” 

Iwaizumi’s place was just a few buildings north of yours, which you were quick to remember after catching sight of your place. You briefly wondered if he would be home on a Friday night, but quickly decided it wasn’t important. It’s not like you would be entering his house anyway. In fact, if all went well, he might never even know you were outside his apartment to begin with. 

The plan was to have Ushijima drop you off at the doorstep (since he so unwaveringly insisted that he had to and it was no trouble for him to do so), tell him goodbye, fumble with your bag to “look for your keys” as he walked off, then—when he was out of sight—dash to your apartment and lock yourself in your bedroom for the remainder of the night. 

A foolproof plan. 

“Well, we’re here!” you chirped, standing outside Iwaizumi’s door labeled 237E. You whirled around to face Ushijima. “Thanks for walking me. See you around!” 

“Of course.” He nodded but made no move to leave. 

Your smile wavered. Was he waiting for you to enter your house safely? If he didn’t seem so innocent, it would’ve been incredibly creepy. 

“Err,” you drawled, ruffling through your bag. “I’m just finding my keys. You can leave now; I don’t want to keep you any longer!” 

“It’s not a problem.”

Your right eye twitched. What did he think could possibly happen in the time it took you to unlock your door and enter? While it was sweet—in a very suffocating way—it wasn’t what you wanted. After the bad date that was disappointing for the both of you, you expected him to eat his food and dip. Not see you all the way into your house despite the fact that, deep down, he’d much rather be in his own home. It was domineeringly kind.

Didn’t he understand how stressful this could be for someone? His obliviousness was overbearing, but you supposed you couldn’t blame Ushijima when you didn’t verbalize your discomfort to him. 

“Everything okay?” he asked for what felt like the fifth time that night. 

You chuckled nervously. “I guess I…can’t find my keys?” Looking at him sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head. “But, my roommates will probably be home soon! Or, they might be here now. I’ll just ring the doorbell when you leave!” 

Ushijima blinked. “Why not ring the doorbell now?” 

“R-Right,” you stammered, unsure whether you wanted to rip your hair out or cry in frustration. Maybe both would be good. “That’s smart. I can do that.” 

He looked at you expectantly. 

You winced, bringing your pointer finger to the white button of the doorbell. Before you even had the time to gather the courage to press it, the door swung open suddenly, startling you enough to let out a small yelp.

“Ah—! Iwaizumi!” you cried, eyes wide as you stared face to face with your very confused-looking friend. He glanced between you and Ushijima with a questioning expression, but you rambled on before he could say anything. “Hey there, roomie!” You batted your lashes, pleading with him to play along. “I forgot my keys again.” 

Iwaizumi’s face displayed a look of pure confusion and you were certain he must never have gotten any acting awards when he was younger. His expression became even more puzzled when you wiggled your way inside the door, standing snugly next to his side. 

After an awkward silence, you continued again, “Well, thanks for walking me Ushijima-san! And thank you for the date. Maybe I’ll see you around.” 

If he noticed anything suspicious going on, he didn’t show it. Instead he simply nodded and wished you a goodnight. 

Yup, there was definitely no chance of Ushijima wanting to ask you out on a second date. Not that you were complaining. 

You shut the door—the door to an apartment that wasn’t even your own, mind you—and let out a sigh of relief. With your eyes closed and your back resting against the wall, you momentarily forgot you were standing in the entrance of Iwaizumi’s living room. That was, until you started feeling his heavy gaze on you. 

Gulping at the intensity, you cracked your right eye open ever so slightly. “Yes?” you asked innocently.

“Yes?” repeated Iwaizumi incredulously, voice raised in exasperation. “You want to explain what just happened here?” 

You had a sudden interest in your shoes as you shuffled in place. Iwaizumi was your friend and someone you considered yourself semi-close to— Comfortable enough to hang out with regularly and talk with almost every day, but not someone that you confided in with no qualms. And definitely not someone close enough for it to be normal to show up at his place unannounced. You were much closer to his best friend, Oikawa, but that was largely due to him finding out you had a big crush on Iwaizumi a number of months ago and feeling the need to tease you endlessly. Apparently, nothing brought people together like relentless goading. 

“Another bad date,” you answered with a noncommittal tone. “A friend set me up with that guy you saw, Ushijima, and the date was so awkward.” 

He folded his arms across his chest, pulling his white t-shirt snug around his biceps. You tried not to let your eyes bug out of their sockets at the sight. “And yet you let him bring you home?” 

“I couldn’t say no! I tried dropping hints but he just didn’t get it.” You looked up, a sheepish half-smile on your face. “But I was smart enough not to bring him to my apartment. Hence why I came here. Roomie.”

Iwaizumi let out an exasperated half-chuckle, half-sigh as he motioned for you to come further inside. You slipped off your shoes at the doorway and followed him into the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to him. He rested his arm against the headrest of the sofa and you were consciously aware of his hand mere inches behind your head. 

“Are your other housemates here?” you asked, curious as to why there wasn’t the usual amount of chatter and rage gaming from inside their respective rooms. 

He shook his head. “They’re all back at their hometowns for the weekend.” 

“And poor Iwa-chan is home all alone on a Friday night instead of out partying with friends?” you teased, reaching over to pat the top of his head mockingly. 

Glaring at you for the nickname, he lightly swatted your hand away. “You’ve been spending too much time with Oikawa. His shittyness is rubbing off on you.” There was the slightest hint of amusement in his voice to let you know he was only joking. “And being home alone is better than being stuck with a bad date.”

“Ouch,” you cried, crossing one leg over the other and sticking your tongue out at him. “Yeah, sure, I would rather have been curled up in my bed than go on that date— But you didn’t have to call me out like that.” You pouted. “At least I got free food, I guess.” 

He rolled his eyes with a snort. “If you were uncomfortable, you could’ve called me to come pick you up.”

Despite his gruff voice, there was a look of concern on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of his mouth were downturned. Iwaizumi’s offer made you feel warm in the stomach, even if you were sure he was just saying it out of courtesy.

“Or better yet,” he continued in a murmur, “don’t let your friends set you up on dates with guys you barely know, dumbass.” 

“Hey! Aren’t you and Oikawa the ones always telling me I need to go out and date more in the first place?” you said, huffing at his insult. 

They told you your college years were your prime dating years and you might regret not going out with a variety of people now. When else would you have the free time and the patience to date, anyway? That was part of the reason you agreed to blind dates and set ups, after all. If Iwaizumi was insisting you date around, that most certainly meant he didn’t reciprocate your feelings for him. Meaning, you had to get over him somehow before the hurt could kick in, even if that somehow included less than ideal fraternization. 

“I never said that,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “Why would I tell you to go on dates with other people? It was just Oikawa who said you should.” 

You blinked in confusion. “But you were there and you nodded in agreement.” 

He shifted his body to get a better look at you, a scowl on his face. “I did not. You were drunk and you probably thought my head was moving when it wasn’t.”

“Well, you were drunk too! Maybe your head was moving and you just didn’t know.” The lines between his forehead deepened and you laughed, unable to stop yourself from tapping the wrinkles with your ring finger. “Don’t think too hard; you might hurt your brain.”

“You really have been spending too much time with Shittykawa,” he said with a defeated sigh. “But whatever you think I said back then, it’s probably not what I meant. You shouldn’t date anyone unless you want to.” 

The thing was, you did want to date someone. Iwaizumi. You were just under the impression he didn’t want to date you. 

You shrugged. “What about you? Have you been dating people you don’t want to?” 

He shook his head. “No. I haven’t dated anyone recently,” he admitted, averting his gaze from you for the first time that night. “I actually...am interested in someone, though.” 

Your stomach dropped. Oh.

“But I don’t think they like me.” 

Trying not to show him the crestfallen expression on your face, you looked down at your lap. You had been mentally preparing yourself to accept that Iwaizumi didn’t have a crush on you like you had on him—you were ready to face the harsh reality—but you were not expecting him to tell you he liked someone else on top of that. That was just a double blow to your gut.

You forced out a laugh, hoping it didn’t sound too strained. “That’s silly. Of course they like you.” 

“I didn’t even tell you who it was.”

“Don’t need to,” you said diffidently, fingers toying with a loose thread on the blue sofa. “I already know. There’s no way someone wouldn’t like you back.”

Iwaizumi snorted disdainfully. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Them going on dates with other people and telling me about them after seems to be a solid indicator that they don’t.”

You froze, letting go of the string you accidentally pulled from the couch. Now, you wouldn’t say you were an overly optimistic person, but you still couldn’t help but think the situation he described was oddly familiar to yours. There was a large chance he was referring to someone else, but with the way you felt his smoldering gaze on your body, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could be talking about you. 

“Maybe they think you don’t like them so they’re going on those dates to get rid of their crush on you— But only because they thought you told them to do so! And, honestly, the dates probably aren’t helping at all on getting rid of the crush; it just makes it get even bigger and bigger as they realize they can’t like anyone the same way they like you and now they don’t know what to do,” you babbled, unable to stop the word vomit.

After processing the words that you had just uttered, you slapped your hands over your mouth to shut yourself up. That was a little more than you had originally wanted to say… Okay, a lot more. You winced. You wanted to subtly hint that you were talking about yourself, not be so obvious as to yell it out with a megaphone and have a blinking billboard pointing your way. 

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You could only hope Iwaizumi was oblivious enough to let this whole thing go and assume that you were only speaking hypothetically. But he was smarter than that. You knew it. He may be a little dense when it came to romance, but even he couldn’t be dumb enough to misunderstand your conspicuous slip up. 

Your stomach churned as you awaited his response.

“So,” he spoke slowly, keeping his cautious regard on you, “Oikawa was right?” 

You blinked. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. But things just didn’t seem to go as planned today, you supposed. “What do you mean?”

“You do like me, then?”

“W-What? When did…” You gaped, trailing off as your throat tightened. “He told you that?” 

“A month ago, he told me he thought you might like me,” Iwaizumi admitted, a rosy red darkening the apples of his cheeks. “But that was before you started going on those crazy dates, so I figured he was wrong.” 

A cry of indignation escaped your lips as you heard the news. “Seriously?”

He nodded.

“No way!” you sputtered in disbelief. “He found out I liked you months ago— At the beginning of the school year! And then last month, Oikawa told me I should to get over you by going on a bunch of dates.” 

Your brows were furrowed and arms folded as you glared into the sky, wishing Oikawa were there so you could yell at him for making a fool of you. Iwaizumi caught your gaze with a disgruntled look of his own. 

“What on earth?” you groaned, burying your face in your palms.

“I’ll kick his ass the next time I see him,” Iwaizumi vowed.

“Please,” you muttered, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. 

Oikawa knew you had a crush on Iwaizumi. Why would he tell him behind your back? And was Iwaizumi’s response negative? Is that why Oikawa told you to date to get over him? Trying to understand Oikawa’s thought process was enough to almost give you a headache. 

“But, wait,” said Iwaizumi quietly, effectively interrupting your train of thoughts. “Months?” 

You peeked at him through the cracks between your fingers. “Huh?”

“You said you liked me for months now? Since the start of this school year?” 

The heat rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. “T-That’s not the point—!” 

“Because I’ve liked you for a few months now too,” he interrupted before you could deny anything. Your eyes shot open as you stared straight at Iwaizumi, just now noticing the serious expression on his face. 

Was this a confession?

“Ever since that night we ditched our friends to stay inside and watch Godzilla instead of going to the party.” He shared a small, slightly sheepish smile with you as he recalled the memory. 

In the beginning of the year before classes had started but everyone had already moved into their respective apartments, Oikawa decided everyday of the week leading up to the first day of school would be a good day to get shit-faced drunk. It was fun for the first three days, but by day four you were getting worn out, and by day five, just the thought of consuming one more jello shot made you shudder. 

So when Iwaizumi—who you had then only recently realized you had a crush on—suggested you two sneak away to his empty apartment and watch some movies instead, you were more than happy to oblige. 

“I thought you looked...cute that night,” Iwaizumi managed, his voice gruff and tentative. “It was funny how you were scared by the movies even though it was hardly even horror.” He snorted at the recollection, hints of a grin playing on his face. “And I may have realized then that I had already started liking you.”

You bit the inside of your lip to keep your face from splitting into a beam. Your eyes were wide open, almost as if you were in a daze and were only dreaming the events of this night had happened. Iwaizumi shoved his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets, ducking his head to hide his delight at this situation.

“You like me too?” you asked breathlessly. There was still a tone of disbelief in your voice. 

He nodded. “Have for a while now. But I didn’t tell Oikawa about it until last month. And that’s when he said he thought you liked me back.” 

At his words, you visibly relaxed. So Oikawa didn’t blab about your crush on his best friend— Though, in all honesty, maybe if he had, you could’ve had a relationship with him sooner. You leaned your head back against the headrest of the couch with a sigh. “Then if he knew you liked me, why did he tell me to date other people that night we were all out drinking together?” 

“To piss me the fuck off.”

You laughed in surprise, not expecting Iwaizumi to sound so furious. 

“He probably wanted to get me to disagree with him, that dumbass,” he hissed, a scowl forming on his face. Even with his nose scrunched and forehead crinkled, you thought Iwaizumi was as handsome as ever.

“Maybe Oikawa thought you wouldn’t confess without his help so he wanted to push your buttons and make you jealous by seeing me date other people,” you said, chuckling at the audacity of this situation. 

Iwaizumi apparently didn’t share your amusement, since his scowl deepened. “I would’ve confessed without his unwanted help,” he grunted. But you knew he wasn’t too annoyed by his best friend. Oikawa never had any ill-intentions towards the two of you, and you both were aware of that. “I was a little jealous, though,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “And I may have gotten a bit happier every time you told me afterwards that you didn’t like your date—especially tonight.”

You smiled shyly at him, only mildly embarrassed by the routine you two had picked up. Go on a date (usually prompted by Oikawa), wish your date was Iwaizumi the whole time, go home, message Iwaizumi about your bad date, repeat. But in today’s case, you went to him in person instead of texting. 

“But I was dreading that one night you’d message saying your date went well,” he said, hands balled up into fists and gaze downcast. “Or worse— Not message that night at all.”

Your expression turned somber as you realized that while you were casually dating around to try to get over Iwaizumi, he was there watching you go out with other people. A feeling of guilt spread through you as you bowed your head slightly, wishing you had taken the chance to tell him your feelings instead of trying to toss them aside. 

“Iwaizumi, I’m so sorry,” you said. “I didn’t even think about how it could be affecting you.” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He placed his closed hand on the top of your head, making you look up at him. He nodded once. “You didn’t know. And Assikawa was the one pushing you to go on dates you didn’t want,” he said wryly, though his tone was more amused than bitter. “But maybe now you don’t have to keep going on those bad dates anymore.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was he offering—?

“Y’know,” he said, “if you… If we…”

“Went on a date?” you completed, hesitant but hopeful. “With each other, I mean.”

“Yes. With each other.” He held his breath. “What do you think?”

After a beat of silence, your face split into a grin. You practically jumped off the couch in excitement, bouncing towards Iwaizumi to tackle him into a hug. He let out a surprised grunt, but caught you in his arms nonetheless.  

“I think you could’ve saved me loads of wasted nights if you had asked a month earlier!” you laughed, burrowing your face into his chest— His very strong, very muscular chest that had no business being this comfortable. “To think all this time I could’ve been going on dates with you instead of random people I end up blocking a day after?”

His right hand rested between your shoulder blades while his left was lightly cupping the back of your head. He chuckled and you felt the vibrations through his thin t-shirt. 

“We’ll have plenty of time to make up for it now,” he said, voice warm and inviting. “We can catch up on dates this whole weekend. Or just rewatch all of Godzilla again.” 

“That sounds like the perfect date weekend.” The grin on your face never left as you stayed tangled in his arms. “And your roommates aren’t back until Monday, hmm?”

He titled his head down at you to see your expression, the corner of his mouth quirked upward as he smirked. “Yup. They’ll be gone all weekend.”

You two exchanged knowing looks, causing you to wiggle your eyebrows suggestively and make him laugh. His ears turned red and when you pointed it out he got even redder. You smiled at each other as you held him even tighter. 

It didn’t matter what you two would be doing this weekend. All you cared about was getting to spend more time with Iwaizumi.

“Then we most definitely have a lot of catching up to do.” 

[sukirichi]

# sad hours with naoya

# angsty sex, break up sex, angst

# in response to this ask

“no,” he bites, gaze that was once held you so warmly now as cold as steel. “you’re not breaking up with me. i won’t allow it.”

“i wasn’t asking for permission, naoya.”

“i...do you even hear yourself?” naoya stands up from the couch and runs a hand through his hair, his other placed on his hip. very rarely do you get to see your composed, self-assured boyfriend – or rather, ex-boyfriend, be this distressed. even when his elders went against him and pushed him over the edge, he remained strong. he was just that type of person, so seeing him act this way suddenly made things harder than you intended it to be. “we’ve been together for seven years. seven years and i promised i’d give you everything. we’re-we’re happy, i don’t understand you right now.”

your heart shattered into pieces at the hopeful look on his face, the defeat masked in his tone. “naoya...” you began shakily, taking tentative steps towards him as you placed a hand on his shoulders, easing the tense muscles in hopes he’d breathe a little. “it’s just not working out anymore, naoya, you know i tried, you know i love you but-”

“but what?”

“but i can’t do this,” you croaked out, head ducked down because it felt so impossible to gaze upon the face that you’d hoped of waking up to every day. “i don’t want to be with you anymore. i can’t...i can’t be the perfect wife you expect me to be someday. i want to have a job, to be able to stand on my own feet, to be myself and not as your shadow.”

“shadow?” he repeated, ridiculed. “is that really what you think you are to me? after everything we’ve been through, and you’re doubting my feelings over you?”

“naoya, no, i’m not.”

“then what is it?”

“it’s because i don’t want to just be a quiet, complacent woman like your family wants me to be!” there it was. seven years of convincing yourself you could do this for naoya, for your only love, and it crumbled down just like that. seven years of naoya reassuring you that you were all he wanted and needed, that luxury and power meant nothing to him if he didn’t have you, and it all disappeared into thin air because they got to you. because they were harsh, looked down on you, didn’t think you were good enough simply because you came from a family different than theirs and apparently you were everything a woman that didn’t deserve naoya-sama.

“it’s because being with you...” a tear fell from your eye, one that you hastily wiped with the back of your hand. “...hurts me so much. it destroys me from the inside, so much so that i can’t even stand being around you anymore. you have no idea how fucking difficult it is to love someone who the world endlessly reminds you that you’re not good enough for.”

naoya doesn’t speak.

he doesn’t need to, not when actions speak louder than words. naoya, despite being a great trigger in situations due to his inability to read the room and care for people, became a master of emotions in an instant. and he has to, simply for the fact he’s got so much to say and he doesn’t know to.

naoya’s lips come crashing down to you the next second, his kiss so feverish, so passionate, so desperate that he takes your breath away. he’s carrying you back to your room with your legs wrapped around his waist, frantic movements of loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, as well as pushing the straps of your dress down and above your head a true challenge. you both fall back on the bed in a heated daze, the dampness of each other’s skin a silent plea of please stay and regretful i love you, i’m sorry’s.

he slips inside too easily. nails raking down his back, his teeth sunk into your shoulders. broken cries of each other’s name paint the four walls of the room you’d made forever in.

naoya buries his face into your neck, not wanting you to see how much he’s holding back everything in him just for your sake. the thing is, he understands you better than anyone, and the harsh truth was that he knows he can’t do anything to make you happier. but he hopes, fuck, he sincerely hopes you’d change your mind. for who else would fit into his arms so perfectly like this, heartbeats pulsing and in synch with one another, the roughness of his hands interlaced with your tender, soft ones until he’s clutching your hand in the extreme refusal to let go. for who else would he feel this at home, with him buried deep and snug inside you, warm and safe in your arms, truly a place he never wants to depart from. for who else would he feel this connected with, souls locked and intertwined with rose vines  that sinks deep and bleeds red? for who else would he want to wake up next to, to reach an arm out beside him and be soothed by the fact there would always be someone he loved right next to him, for the rest of his life?

he wished it would never end. but as you clung around his body, your skin flush against his and his name sounding more like a farewell than like poetry like it used to before, naoya had to accept that some wounds had now cut too deep, and you were both too scarred to move on. just a little more, he tells himself, cursing all divine beings when the sun rose and he had to take his leave.

walk away and don’t look back, you told him with a smile so sweet it almost healed him, and he thinks it’s all a funny joke. as naoya shuts the door behind him, he shakes his head to himself, the bitter laugh he lets out merely a single note in the hums of heartbreak.

if you truly want me to forget you and stop loving you, he wished he could’ve said, you should at least not smile like you want me to stay.