#HE HAS A LITTLE SMILE TOO ON THE RELOAD ONE. SO CUTE

[chiricat]

me eat you whole

#makoto yuki #minato arisato #p3 #persona 3 #cat’s art #persona #MAKOTO NUIIIIII GRAAAAHHH #HE HAS A LITTLE SMILE TOO ON THE RELOAD ONE. SO CUTE #hey guys i’m back. i will try getting to those asks now #to the people that ask me how i do clean lineart: i genuinely do not know how. #ive been thinking of how to respond for a long time and i just do not know how to explain it

[nanamiya3]

toji is the john wick of jjk because i said so hehehhehh

also more than 1 post from me in less than a week who am i? jk i wrote this forever ago & forgot about it until now </3

toji x fem reader - reader is toji’s wifey!!!!!! - also kinda bimbo reader lol - mentions of guns, violence, kidnapping - super heavily influenced by john wick - wc. 1.3k

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Toji’s reputation spells something along the lines of: ruthless killer, refuses to die, and death, death, and more death. His determination, focus, and raw talent define him as the best assassin in Japan. He’s merciless, motivated, and armed with an iron will so strong a bullet would hardly make a dent; it’s why he’s the only one able to walk away from a fight with hardly a scratch. He’s rough around the edges—wild when he fights, lethal when he’s got a target, and flawless in his form.

And yet, Toji has an Achilles heel.

His wife, his love.

Toji the assassin is all of the above, but Toji the husband is soft and sweet and so utterly consumed by love it’s hard for even him to understand.

Toji’s hands are anything but gentle: together, they’re likely responsible for the deaths of thousands. Bruises and cuts and calluses are scattered across his knuckles and palms and fingers, but when those hands touch you? God, he’s achingly sweet, practically the epitome of gentle. A soft sweep of his thumb across your temple, a light tap of his pointer on your bottom lip, a warm press of his palm against your cheek. The same hands that roughly reload magazine after magazine find themselves tangled with your own at the end of the night.

Toji wears his wedding band wherever he goes and it quickly becomes the last thing a good number of people ever see. He never takes it off because he wants everybody to know that he’s completely yours. He also keeps a picture of you tucked into his pocket and he pulls it out, running a thumb over how the apples of your cheeks swell when your mouth splits into a smile, whenever he needs a reminder of the good in the world. Someone shot at him once while he was smiling over that picture of you, a stray bullet nicking the edge of the photograph. So much blood soaked the picture while Toji got his revenge he had to get a new copy printed.

Toji’s not a big talker, so you don’t hear him professing his love for you often. Usually, he opts for three short taps against your thigh, three light squeezes to your hand, three sweet kisses on your forehead—his way of silently confessing he loves you. But, sometimes he’ll murmur out a deep “Love you, darling” and you feel your heart squeeze impossibly tight, immediately whispering it back.

And there’s one rule above all that everybody knows to follow: Don’t touch Toji’s wife.

Is your address relatively secret? No. Almost everybody knows where Toji lives, mostly because they know where to avoid. Would it be easy to harm you? Probably. You’re no crazy martial artist and you’ve never shot a gun, an attempt at self defense would probably hurt you more than your assailant—you’re too sweet to harm even the little spiders that make their way into your home, forcing Toji to catch and release the critters. Despite all of this, is anybody actually willing to hurt you? Absolutely not.

In this case, the risk (inevitable death hand delivered by Toji) vastly outweighs the benefits (hurting you? making Toji suffer? dying before they actually experience the benefit?). In fact, someone tried it once, and they learned firsthand exactly how much Toji values his wife, setting the unfortunate example for any others who might have considered doing the same.

You had been skipping around, shopping for a new summer dress when it happened. You wanted to surprise Toji with a cute little outfit when he came home: he’d been gone for almost a week on some… business… and you desperately missed having his hands on you, the sparkly look in his eyes and the love on his face when you got dolled up for him. But when you stepped into the fitting room, two short little numbers hung up on the rack for you to try, someone came up from behind you and struck you right on that spot by your neck. You crumpled to the floor, your attacker swept you up and away, and Toji didn’t realize something was up until he called you for the nightly phone call you share when he’s out of town and you didn’t pick up.

He called again, and again, and again, blood roaring in his ears with every ring of the unanswered phone, knowing something had to have happened to you. It took two days for him to find you, two days of killing and threatening and bargaining to find the right people who knew the right information to lead him to the right place. And when he did find you…. fuck if you weren’t scared out of your damn mind. The sound of gunshots echoed for almost ten minutes, each one making you flinch harder than the last, before your husband finally stood before you.

And yes, you knew who Toji was; what he did, how he did it. But the sight of him dripping in blood with guns and bullets strapped up and down his body terrified you. And it might have been the panic from the past two days finally setting in, but it took another ten minutes for your shaking to subside enough for you to stand, ten minutes for you to trust Toji and let him touch you, help you up. Through it all, he stayed exceedingly gentle and patient, carefully rubbing your lower back, lightly slipping an arm underneath your shoulders, and slowly walking you to the car with a hand over your eyes to shield you from the aftermath. Then, after spending a week taking care of you, making sure you were well and truly okay, he hunted down each and every person involved in your capture.

And that was the end of that! No more plots against your life, no more stalkers, no more anything related to you. Since then, you’ve lived in peace, surprisingly disconnected from Toji’s world of violence. All you need to worry about is when your husband will be home; what to have for dinner; what you should wear for date night tomorrow; maybe even stocking the first aid kit a little in case Toji comes home scratched up.

On the rare occasion when Toji does come home scratched up, you become a worrywart. In Toji’s opinion, worrywart doesn’t even begin to describe it.

The second you realize Toji’s injured, it’s like you’ve lost your mind. You go into autopilot, rushing to grab the first aid kit, forcing him to show you the wound, stressing so hard one might think you were the one shot. Even though this type of stuff makes you queasy, you stomach your nerves as you help Toji with whatever he needs: handing him a new gauze pad; passing him a clean pair of tweezers; pouring a bottle of antiseptic over the gash. You fret over him, dabbing at the sweat on his forehead with a cool towel as he works. And when he’s done, he kisses your forehead, murmuring, “There we go, good as new,” trying to reassure you that he’s okay.

Later that night, he slips into bed with you, his kisses veering into dangerous territory, and pouts when you smack him lightly and tell him to focus his energy on getting better. “I can’t appreciate my sweet wife?” he’ll tempt, and you just sigh, peeking under his shirt at the wound as you retort, “You can show me you appreciate me by staying safe.” And he’ll sigh, notably louder than yours, complaining, “My wife hates me,” as he grins at you, completely smitten.

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yup, that’s right. you heard it here first folks!! toji the big, scary brute is a lovesick idiot for his wife (me, i am his wife. we are happily married. please respect our privacy, since, you know, he’s married to me.. ahahhaha……….. yeah…. ☹️)

#jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro jjk #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin #jujutsu toji #toji jjk #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro fluff

[stevesbipanic]

Thanks for the prompt @coffeecupcastiel

Let it be known that Steve and Robin don't need to be high on Russian drugs to be the most chaotic moviegoers you've ever seen.

Both of them have the lowest standard for humour and so any comedy movie is ruined for the rest of the audience by Robin's laugh which is a mix of a snort, squeal and cackle. Her laugh will always set off Steve to start laughing which will usually send their popcorn flying into the row in front of them.

At least in action movies they're able to keep their composure, until they're out in the lobby that is, where they never fail to start acting out epic shootouts and death scenes.

They think working at Family Video makes them movie experts often commenting through drama and serious movies as if they're writing a review.

The only movies that are safe to see at the cinema are horror movies, with both Steve and Robin refusing to watch them in the theatre too worried that it's the mindflayer come back to Starcourt.

The funny thing is, none of their friends know how bad they are in the movies, with Steve and Robin declaring it a special activity just for the two of them.

And no-one does intrude on their weird little not dates until one day Nancy asks Robin out. Robin's brain takes a full minute to reload, in that time Steve has closed her mouth and picked up the tapes from the floor and told Nancy that she'd love to go. Nancy smiles and tells Robin she'll meet her at the cinema at 7.

Robin is in full panic mode and so to help ease her nerves he suggests that he and Eddie join them that way they can both go on normal dates without anyone suspecting anything.

Nancy and Eddie make the mistake of allowing the two of them to sit in the middle though, and they've chosen a comedy, wanting something fun and light.

It takes ten minutes for it to devolve into chaos, Robin is trying to contain her weird laugh worried Nancy won't like it and Eddie has already been covered by Steve's popcorn. Unsurprisingly they get kicked out.

Robin is distraught trying to apologise for ruining their first date but Nancy stops her.

"You have a very cute laugh, maybe next time we'll watch a movie at my place?"

Robin is just there blushing since not only did Nancy call her cute but there would be more dates!

"Since it's still early maybe Steve can drop you off at mine in say, twenty minutes?" and Nancy leaves giving Robin a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Harrington get in the car!" Steve laughs following her after telling Eddie he'd see him later.

The four of them now have a regular movie night.

#fruity four #ty for the prompt ❤️ #stranger things #steddie #ronance #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #platonic stobin #ficlet

[nekkodiaries]

⌖ the 2nd shot. ┆that's kinda hot. [ 0.9k words. ]

jay's has a very short temper. he knows that, his friends know that, everyone in the university knows that. what everybody doesn't know is that his anger is often fleeting, and that once his temper goes away, his guilt eats him up. still, he cannot and would not say sorry. ni-ki being the primary target of his anger often just accepts the gifts jay leaves in front of his room as an apology because one, the gift is often expensive, and two, he knows his jay hyung very well.

which is why he's currently pacing around his room, wondering if he's going to apologize to her. apologizing is just out of the option— but how is he going to talk to her again?

noturnsiper: "i'll come back when you're not being stupid and childish."

her last message was 4 days ago. looking back at their past messages, jay feels bad spamming her like that. he realized that he was, in fact, being stupid and childish. fuck, she must thinks i'm one of those toxic misogynist gamers. he did remember her saying something along the lines of "i hope you're not those idiots who hate on women for breathing lmao" during the match, which he ignored at the time.

the choices are clear: either he suck up coming off as mean to an online girl which he probably would never meet in this lifetime, or say sorry so he can continue playing with said girl who's objectively good at the game.

"fuck." he whispers, opening the game and nibbling on his lower lip as it loads. he tries to convince himself that the only reason he's saying sorry is so she can help him rank up, not because he genuinely feels sorry for blowing off on— holy shit, she's online.

killstrike: hey.

notursniper: ? what do u want

killstrike: no need to be so hostile, damn 😔 killstrike: i just wanted to apologize for what i did last time haha

notursniper: ... really?

killstike: yeah, i just had a bad day

notursniper: so you kind of are one of those toxic men on here

killstrike: that's kinda fair for you to say. but would u want to play again? killstrike: i totally accept it if you dont :)

notursniper: match me on 1v1 and i'll accept your apology if you win

killstrike: and if i lose?

notursniper: i'll block u here ❤️

jay thinks he deserves it. besides, if he can't, then at least he'll get to play with a cute good player before she blocks him. that doesn't mean he won't go down without a fight.

killstike: aight bet

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death match arena — the rules are simple: the first player to eliminate the other 20 times wins. jay picks up his gun and he traverses through the map when he hears the first shot. going behind a wall, he peeks and before he can even pull out his gun, he spots notursniper with her weapon already aimed at him.

notursniper - 1 | killstrike - 0

he manages to kill her every now and then, using stealth and his self-heal technique but it doesn't compare to how god-like her aim is, always getting him by headshots. he doesn't even manage to see where the shot is coming from, he just hears a single shot ringing and he'll be spawned back to base with the scoreboard adding another point beside her name. he smiles to himself in plain admiration of her skills.

the score is now 19-13 in notursniper's favor.

on the last round, jay spawns in his base. i can hold off just a little until the score evens out. he hides behind a crater and pulls the ring off of a frag grenade and peeks out to throw the weapon in hopes of distracting her. he slings a few smoke grenades in different directions to throw her off too, using the white fog to adjust his location.

he ends up inside the warehouse in the center of the map, grabbing the special m249 to avoid reload mishaps. despite the added weight and nerfed character speed of the weapon, he manages to sneak to her location only to see... nothing? she's not in her usual spot. where is she? he turns around and there she is with her knife. he presses on the shoot button hard, not even caring whether the bullets actually hit her. it still wasn't enough, though, as his loading screen flashes a bright red "defeat."

he chuckles, knowing very well that she killed him with a knife to prove a point that she's not only a good sniper, but an ace with any kind of weapon.

killstrike: hey before you unfriend me on here i hope you know i just said what i said out of anger 🤕

notursniper: are you sorry?

killstrike: yes 😔

notursniper: say you're sorry one more time.

fuck, that's kinda hot.

killstrike: i'm sorry.

notursniper: u better be thankful that im being this nice notursniper: sigh notursniper: ur forgiven but you're on thin fucking ice, sir 🤨

killstrike: haha, yes ma'am. 🫡

notursniper: r u not gonna compliment how i fucking BODIED you during that deathmatch lmfaoooooo notursniper: 19/20 headshots im AWM lord ‼️

killstrike: ok nvm u can just unfriend me 😐

jay shares a few laughs with his newfound friend. as promised, she helps him rank up on duo, getting him from crown to his goal crown iv in just a few hours. she tells him she has to go to sleep and urges jay to do the same, messaging "you go to sleep too, mister killstrike. i had a great time." and jay doesn't understand why he closes his phone and drifts off to sleep with a small smile on his lips, heart feeling full.

masterlist. ┆ previous. — next.

summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking, his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

a/n: hello ! my preliminary exams are over and now i can actually start consistently posting hhhhh. also, IMPORTANT NOTE: for the most part, "she" will be referring to notursniper and "you" will be referring to the reader since a lot of the written part will be from jay's pov. i hope this makes sense. aslkdjalskdj. anyway. enjoy !!

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[kudzuoath]

Hello!

Based on a scenario with my friend where a camp dialogue ended in a wild magic cats and dogs situation, how do you think the companions would react to Scratch being a cat for a bit and/or the owlbear being a dog?…and in case you were wondering, after the magic wore off we had every companion nearby in a murderous fury so that was a hilariously unexpected reason to reload a save >.<.

That is so incredibly funny, omg. More and more my inner chaos gremlin wants to play a wild magic sorcerer!

As for how the camp would react...

Jaheira thinks it's funny, and comments on how much easier our Owlbear son will be to smuggle into the city. She probably also is coaching cat-scratch how to cat because honestly our poor dog is probably so confused. I picture him like a dog wearing socks on a kitchen floor.

Something something; "Nature's fury can wait for all of us to laugh ourselves sick about this for a little while."

(Owlbear son is both pleased and full of fury. Pleased because hey! He matches his dog brother! Only not right now. Full of fury because he's suddenly so much smaller and actually less deadly, boo. But on the flipside, he can now be carried like a baby because since he's a cub this means he's not just a dog he's a PUPPY)

Halsin is in a similar boat to Jaheira but also concerned about the mental health of the animals. I'm being so serious about this. The Owl-puppy finds him easiest to manipulate for the duration. In general he's the least amused by the situation, if not actually upset by it.

Wyll is immune to owl-puppy's manipulations, but is very amused by them. He babies the stressed out Scratch though, and has him calmed down and purring in his lap long before anyone else can manage it. If asked he'll just smile and say something like 'The Blade isn't just about hunting down the wicked, it's about providing comfort, too." And to Cat-Scratch something like 'No worries my fine friend, this is a temporary trial. You'll come out the other side all the stronger for it."

Astarion is groaning and pouting a little bit about his favorite murder-loaf (unless you're playing Durge) becoming a sweet little puppy. Right until those puppy teeth go for his ankles when the Owl-puppy realizes he CAN bite now without killing anyone. Then he senses the potential for chaos and encourages the Owl-puppy to go after Gale's things. On the flipside he's charmed to by cat-Scratch and dotes on him. Which is really just him being more open with how much he actually likes our dog.

Gale is busy fending off the Owl-puppy from his books, his boots, the ends of his robes, etc. But he's also entertaining the newly presented concept of polymorphing animals into other animals and probably have a one sided conversation with both animals about how the spell works, in particular 'true polymorph' and if the animal in question would choose their new form or their old one. He will also later question the wild magic sorcerer responsible for this why their magic so often turns everything small and fluffy.

Karlach laughs, but is fighting every ounce of cute aggression in her soul at the mere sight of the owl-puppy. Unlike an owlbear cub, the puppy is soooo much more fragile and soooo much tinier. Actually clutching at her chest. Cat-scratch is similarly tinier, and just as adorable as normal. Attempts to get cat-scratch to ride on her shoulder like a parrot.

Lae'zel sighs. Like Astarion she finds the Owl-puppy a disappointing change. Unlike him she does not have the chaos instinct. She laments his far less effective teeth and claws and size and solemnly promises to find him a set of metal claws and beak should his new state of being become permanent.

Shadowheart is in the same boat as Karlach (though she thinks both animals as just as cute normally) the only difference is her attempted act of indifference. Maybe a touch of concern -- mostly due to the fact that the Owlbear is going to need to learn not to bite all over again. Like Wyll, cat-scratch ends up purring in her lap. She rather likes both of them being smaller -- they're more portable. And easier to smuggle into the city.

#bg3 #spitballing for several of these tbh #i know some of the companions better than others i think #no minthara bc she's always been dead for me #but i imagine she and laezel are in the same boat #tho i think she'd like cats better than dogs #baldur’s gate 3 #thank u for sharing and asking <3 #my writing #i guess? #answered

[linawritesocs]

my ocs as milgram songs!

YESSSSS WE'RE DOING THIS okay so this is very self-indulgent, i should've probably done something.. you know, like i could finally post some of my ocs' backstories or write more vignettes or voicelines/chats for them, BUT NO. I'M ASSIGNING THEM PRISONERS' SONGS. it's okay, it's gonna get pretty deep and i will psychoanalyze them a lot in this post <3

okay, but the thing is that i'm actually not doing this like "this character is this song", i'm actually choosing multiple characters for most songs. the reason? i couldn't decide which song fits which character more and i had too many ideas, so.. yeah. also it's just really fun to imagine my ocs covering these songs and singing them together!

(warning: milgram songs are pretty dark, obviously, and this analysis gets even more darker as we go deeper and some moments.. yeah, they show just how depressed and broken my ocs really are)

weakness: hayden and real!jay

"if i tried and couldn't say it, you would get angry at me and say "you're hopeless". if only i could do what anyone else could do, the right future unfairly chose the wrong me" OKAY WE'RE STARTING THIS OFF WITH SOME GOOD ANGST. so at first i wanted to just use real!jay for this, but then i read the lyrics again and i was like ".. oh, this is haydencore actually". because i remind you, hayden's childhood was not good. this song's lyrics describe hayden's relationship with his family perfectly and i can say the same thing about real!jay as well. hayden's family really was abusive and punished him for pretty much everything, even if it wasn't that bad or it was just him doing something that made him happy, meanwhile real!jay's family members are more "neglectful", they don't exactly hate him, they just.. don't care about him at all. they actually were very loving towards him when he was little and tried to show that they care, but it didn't help much and real!jay still grew up to be a very sad boy who doesn't believe in himself and has an extremely low self-esteem. so eventually they just went "oh well, if you don't want to talk to us, we won't bother you anymore" and they really stopped bothering him which made him feel even more lonely, but he still refused to spend time with them. so yeah, in this case i think real!jay is actually more similar to haruka, because his family actually did treat him well when he was a child and also the main reason why jay's relationship with his family became worse is him not being "smart enough". can't believe my son is a haruka kinnie where did i go wrong also such lyrics as "my life started in a wrong spot" and "my loneliness was desired" fit hayden A LOT.

umbilical: allen, hayden and seth

"what type of girl do you like? i want to become like that, but that's probably too hard for me."

"just the two of us, i finally found it. the lies are endless. just me alone, it really is lonely. let's reload the warmth."

LISTEN. LISTEN ASSIGNING YUNO'S SONGS TO MY KIDS WAS SO FUNNY BECAUSE IT'S LIKE.

*me, looking at all my twst ocs who are mostly male* "okay, boys, which one wants a song that's most likely about abortion" and then i assigned this song to THREE of my male ocs

so, why did i choose these boys? okay, so first of all, it's the vibe. we all can agree that a song like this would fit allen and seth SO WELL, like it's their aesthetic, especially allen's. also of course i had to choose allen for a cute love song that actually has a darker meaning! and i think seth is very similar to yuno, so i really wanted him to have at least one of her songs and then i made him have two . about hayden, this song is literally perfect for him, because it's pretty much about yuno creating all these personas for her clients and HAYDEN CAN RELATE. also, i feel like the beginning of the song gives off "how hayden would act if he was in love" energy, haha. ("why are you here? you annoy me a little, i can't smile well anymore, it's because of you")

also, the "what type of girl do you like" part fits all of them so well, but, like, in different ways? hayden has to pretend to be a different person to make others like him, for seth it's something actually cute and romantic and for allen it's something more creepy and it's just him being his yandere self as usual. and i think that moment where yuno falls off the stairs, catches a balloon and looks more happy after that is very sethcore? it feels a lot like him running away from his sister and getting isekai-ed.

AND I GOT LITERAL CHILLS WHEN I IMAGINED ALL THREE OF THEM DOING THE "I MESSED UP, I FOUND OUT" PART

bring it on: merrill and austin

"what i want to hear is the scream deep inside you. you apologize if you do something wrong, you learn that even before words, don't you?"

okay, i don't actually have a deep reason for this, I JUST KNEW THAT THESE TWO HAVE TO GET FUUTA'S SONG. COME ON THEY'RE MY IGNIHYDE SONS AND THIS IS A SOCIAL MEDIA (+ video games) -THEMED SONG. also it's so fun to imagine both of them singing it together (with merrill doing the slower parts and austin doing the faster/more intense parts) and not with each other but AT each other. so like. it's basically them having a rap battle. this is exactly what other ignihyde members have to deal with every day.

but if we have to go deeper, then we can also interpret it as both of them judging each other and going "WELL I'M SORRY I'M BETTER THAN YOU". but it's not that deep, that's just merrill and austin on the daily (+ more flirting and bickering like an old married couple). so if we go EVEN DEEPER, then this song actually fits austin very well, because he really wants to believe that he's better than everyone else to cope with his insecurity and him not knowing who he wants to be in the future and also him secretly being magicless

after pain: avery and real!jay

"if i was gone, if i had just disappeared, i overheard, i found out, how much i'm not needed. there's no special meaning, i got the short end of the stick."

"if you're going to make me the villain, it's okay to ignore me. if it's endurance, i'm used to it, it's just having another taste of it."

HI HERE'S A REMINDER THAT AVERY WAS BULLIED. A LOT. AND RSA STUDENTS DON'T LIKE HIM. that's the whole reason for me assigning him this song dhjjddksdk. and real!jay is here because he's a sad little boy and this sad little song sounds a lot like him. also i think avery and jay singing this together is so 😔😔😭😭😭

and that one part in the end with muu and that other girl is very averycore too because here's another reminder: his crush told him that she would date him if it wasn't for his freckles (which is a stupid reason, but she was a kid, so.. yeah. tbh i headcanon that she would actually fall in love with avery if she saw him now) so the "i love you" part and imagining avery crying and holding that girl's hand.. i'm on the floor. i'm sobbing. loudly.

throw down: roland and fake!jay

"throw down", it's okay, that's enough. can't stay away, please don't forgive me. that's why i want this to end."

"after stabbing you with my words, the blood started to flow and slowly stained my white. hey, you remember what it feels like? the feeling to take away in order to give"

of course, i had to go with roland for this song. LISTEN THEY GAVE ME A SAD LOVE SONG BY A MORALLY GREY CHARACTER AND I TOOK IT AND GAVE IT TO ROLAND. i feel like i don't have to explain this one, we all know how roland's backstory goes and his relationship with his ex, so i just wanna say that i think this song is perfect for him, especially the moments where shidou says stuff like "don't forgive me" because roland still thinks that he actually doesn't deserve forgiveness. no matter how hard he tries to make people like him and become a better person, he will never truly change his ways and he will always end up becoming obsessed with his love interest and getting into another unhealthy relationship again.. but that's a story for another day.

why did i add jay too? ah, it's just because of the song's aesthetic jdkdksdk. COME ON WATCH THE MV AND TELL ME THAT IT DOESN'T HAVE JAY'S VIBES. DO IT. also i just think jay's soft and pretty voice would fit this song a lot!

this is how to be in love with you: allen and angel

"we fought sometimes, i was happy to get hurt. let's have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad. this is a claim of responsibility from two of us with matching love"

"giving you love to the point of pulling you down, it's just because i still get worried, please forgive me. even when i test you, even when we do the breakup ritual, is because i love you"

okay, so at first i was sure that i will go ONLY with allen, because this song is so allencore, it scares me. however, i read the lyrics again and.. yeah, allen and angel are gonna have a duet together.

so we all know that allen is a yandere and it's one of his main personality traits, and he's very similar to mahiru, he's just as obsessed with love and romance as her. however, the thing is.. angel's view on love is just as twisted as allen's. i mentioned in the past that i see angel as aroace, but it doesn't mean that they can't be obsessed with platonic love! both of them are so unhinged, it's actually very hard to imagine them having a healthy relationship with someone and it doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic.

let's think about allen's obsession with love first. why does he want to be loved so much? why does he want to find a s/o already, why is he so ready to marry them and spend the rest of his life with them? yeah, the answer looks simple at first: he's a rich kid who had a very lonely childhood. lumi was his only friend and he didn't like riley that much, so he usually avoided him. and when his parents said that they can't let him and lumi keep being friends, something inside him broke. he was forced to spend the rest of his childhood in complete loneliness and butlers and maids were his only company because he didn't see his parents that often. also allen used to read a lot and most stories he read were very romantic and they always had happy endings, so.. of course, little allen thought that love is the only thing he needs to be happy. that's why he dated so many people, only to get disappointed when he realized he didn't feel anything at all. he just wants to stop feeling lonely. he just wants to feel happy again and if love can't give him that happiness.. what's even the point of him still being alive? so this guy can definitely fall in love with someone, but let's be honest here, he will mostly see his s/o just as a cure for his loneliness at first. he will overwhelm his s/o with his love, he will love them so much that they will eventually get tired of him, but it's okay, that's just him showing how much he cares about them! so they won't leave him, right?..

also here's a fun fact! i think i mentioned it before, but allen actually never killed anyone before, even though he can literally summon knives, but he still never used them to stab anyone, he just uses them to scare his rivals. and if he finally tries to stab someone one day.. that's when it turns out that his "spoiled rich kid self" is actually stronger than his "yandere self". why is there so much blood?.. he didn't want to get his clothes dirty, he feels so gross, he's so angry at his victim, he should take his revenge on them! so he keeps stabbing them, but of course, he just gets more blood on his clothes. this just makes allen even more angry and he will order someone to get rid of the body while he's trying to clean himself up. and no, he's not gonna do the dirty work! that's his servants other students' job! so yeah, allen is definitely dangerous and he's not a good person, but he's actually more pathetic than people think and he's too lazy to kill someone. sure, he can stalk his crush, blackmail them, force them to date him, kidnap them, but he can't let even a drop of blood get on his clothes. he was okay with it during the ghost marriage event because it was fake and vance assured him that the prefect is going to love it.

ANGEL IS SOMEHOW EVEN WORSE THAN HIM. actually, this song fits them even better than allen. angel is obsessed with "fixing" other people, making them feel better, helping them and then they will say that they're just showing their love this way. however, they will try to fix that person even if they don't need their help or they're actually doing fine. what do you mean, you're not going through anything bad? but angel has never seen you smile! and no, saying that you just don't like smiling or you're not comfortable with it won't work. don't worry, angel will take very good care of you <3 even if it hurts, even if you cry more often than you did before meeting angel, even if you're in pain, just remember that they're trying to help. it's them showing their love and you better appreciate it. just look at what they did to hayden! they turned the shy little boy that he was into a popular and charming student with a perfect reputation! look at what they did to bunny! she has such an important position now, she's the vice dorm leader and after angel had to leave, she even had to become a dorm leader until they came back! angel gave her so much, they're sure that bunny loves them just as much as they love her. look at what they did to their little br- ah, you don't have to know about that.

half: roland and bunny

"i imagined that you saying "see you" is the same as "it's over", only if your heart would change, but that's not possible. please tell me what i should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear."

roland is just getting all the older guys' songs hdjsksksk. okay, again, i don't think i have to explain why i assigned him this song. LET'S TALK ABOUT BUNNY THOUGH. i should talk about her more often jdjdkdkd.

so we all know that bunny doesn't like angel even though she pretends that she's still friends with her. and their friendship really was kinda wholesome when they first met and angel thought bunny was cute and wanted to get to know her better. but as both of them got older, bunny realized that their relationship is very unhealthy and she didn't want to be friends with someone like angel. she realized just how manipulative angel really is, you see, the reason why bunny is such a perfectionist who's obsessed with always doing everything on time and doing everything better than others is because angel told her that it's okay to be like that. in fact, angel encouraged this kind of behavior and told bunny that she should keep acting like that so that she can show others that she really is better than them. at first bunny truly believed that angel just wanted to help her with her self-confidence, but.. she's not so sure anymore. she really wants to get better, she wants to feel more relaxed, she wants to have fun with other dorm members even though she claims to hate them, but she can't, because the dorm leader themself taught her to hate "chaotic and irresponsible people" like that. and even though bunny hates angel so much, she still can't tell them the truth. maybe it's because she knows she won't have any friends left if she stops hanging out with angel (hayden will most likely leave her after that) or maybe she still wants to believe that angel is a good person. so she just keeps hoping that angel will be the one to end their friendship.

so yeah, if you read the lyrics and imagine this song to be about someone who got tired of their friend, but still doesn't want to let them go for some reason and keeps coming back to them.. i'm crying. i'm crying on the floor rn.

magic: vance

"i've made up my mind so they don't make that face at me again. but it's not scary at all, because it's love."

"i won't say "i've had enough", will you laugh with me and forgive me? i promise! i can only become a better girl! only if, only if, only if i could be a good girl, i hope, i hope everyone could be happy and smile"

do we all remember vance's backstory? do we all remember what his childhood was like? GOOD, I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS ONE DHJDJDKKDDK.

okay, but all jokes aside, little vance really was a lot like amane, he wanted to be a good kid and he did everything he could to make his parents and grandpa proud of him.. it didn't work though and his family still thinks he's a troublemaker 😔

and yes i know that this song would fit hayden a lot but. the vibes. the vibes are certainly vancecore

MeMe: hayden and bunny

"why am i here? it must be a mistake? take a good look at me, until you find me, the truth will come to reveal itself. i won't forgive you if this is happening to me even though i'm right"

"it's the same anywhere i go, it's like what's wrong isn't wrong. i'm already the fake one, i'm probably not to blame, it's probably nothing, i'm probably just having a bad dream"

I JUST WANT THEM TO SCREAM WHILE THIS SONG IS PLAYING. LET THEM COVER THIS SONG. THEY'RE ANGRY, THEY'RE TIRED, THEY'RE STRESSED, ALL THEY NEED TO COPE WITH THAT IS TO COVER A SERIAL KILLER'S SONG

this song describes hayden and bunny's repressed anger perfectly, both of them are tired from people around them and they want to become free from those who have authority over them (in hayden's case, it's his family and azul and in bunny's case, it's angel). they're okay with doing not so morally correct things to achieve their goals and they're used to pretending to be someone else so that others won't suspect anything. though in mikoto's case he literally has multiple personalities but. you get my point

also i chose these lyrics because both of them don't think their actions are wrong. hayden thinks it's okay to lie to everyone and use them and bunny thinks it's okay to say bad things about angel and other dorm members behind their backs and secretly control them with her unique magic. they don't think that they're the villains and they will do anything to make themselves look better.

harrow: minnie

"i'll teach you the pain that you caused, it's a tie after saying sorry. what are you hoping for? shall we replace the poor soul and the miserable delusion, "i didn't mean to offend", "i won't do it again", how many wins in a row?"

"if it damaged someone's dream to the point of stopping it, i want to gouge you out with my fangs, i want to be drowning in the knowledge that i am right"

i love minnie, but. let's be honest, she would most likely be a kotoko apologist 😭😭 minnie is a very strict person, who can be quite judgemental, but even though she thinks that she's the smartest one, she often makes decisions that are.. not so good. like, she can often act out of pure spite and it doesn't help that she has a secret sadistic side and sometimes she just wants to see other students suffer. and in the end she will always say that she just wanted to help them and it's for their own good and they're just too dumb and can't understand it.

minnie does have her reasons to act like that, just like hayden and bunny, she has a lot of anger inside her and she doesn't know how to cope with it. she wants to do something about it, but even though seth is the ramshackle prefect, he's not the best therapist, so he can't give her a good advice. so minnie has no choice but to lash out, scream and blame everyone but herself.. though it wasn't her fault that her dad left and her brother refused to help minnie take care of their mom. but minnie is just too afraid that the same thing will happen again and she will have no one to rely on and she doesn't want to feel as lonely as she felt in the past. so she just keeps pushing everyone away, yelling at them, pointing her finger at them and saying that they're the bad guys. she wants someone to tell her that she's right, comfort her and assure her that she did nothing wrong. so yeah, the "i want to be drowning in the knowledge that i am right" part fits her perfectly my favorite part of the song tbh it says a lot about kotoko's character i think

all-knowledge and all-agony: real!jay

"you were always comparing me to someone else, you were always generous, except towards me. i will definitely make you love me again"

"i just wanted to be your good boy, why am i crying again? if with one click, and i can reset everything, can i be your favorite this time?"

again, i don't think i should explain this one, because I HAVE TO AGREE, ALL-KNOWING ALL-AGONY IS MUCH MORE INTENSE THAN WEAKNESS, but.. i assigned it to real!jay for the exact same reason as weakness. though i think it fits him even better than weakness because of how desperate haruka sounds and him being even more unhinged in this mv. jay craves love and attention even though he doesn't talk much about it and it's not that obvious. also the aesthetic of the mv and this whole animals theme.. yeah

tear drop: merrill, riley and seth

""poor naive little girl"? so off the mark, what's it to you? it's just absurd, like really, who do you think you are? don't weigh me, measure me against your morality, just shut it, will you?"

"i'm the one who chose, let you, you and you all in. happy or sad? why decide? where'd you get your half-baked sense of justice? so nauseating, so creepy, will you please disappear? phew, anyway!"

YUNO'S SONG BEING EXTREMELY RILEYCORE IS SO FUNNY TO ME. i just imagine merrill and seth watching the mv and going ".. should we. should we let our sweet innocent son sing this song". they have no idea how excited riley is to sing it.

okay, so why is this song perfect for riley? you see, this guy actually hates his fans. this is exactly why he refuses to show his emotions, he hoped that his fans will think he's creepy and will avoid him, but it didn't work and now people think he's even more cute. but no his quirks and weird personality traits are real and he's not pretending and the main reason why he hates them is not because he's an introvert and wants to be left alone or something like that, but because 1) he thinks allen deserves to be more popular and 2) he knows that his fans don't know that much about him and they see him only as this pure and innocent boy who always has this face 😐. he would be okay with them if they actually liked him because of his achievements, his talents, his personality, he would even be okay with them liking him only because of his appearance. however, people love him only because they believe that he's this perfect cinnamon roll and he's not like that at all. riley is just as flawed as them, come on, he still refuses to leave his cousin alone even though allen hates him! and no, that's not him being cute, that's him refusing to accept that someone can actually dislike him, even hate him. he's used to people loving him and even though he doesn't want to accept their love, he doesn't want to accept them hating him as well. the "so nauseating, so creepy, will you please disappear" part is perfect for riley and it shows how he actually feels about his fans.

the aesthetic of the mv is perfect for seth and merrill though. tear drop fits merrill as well because, just like riley, merrill knows that people actually don't know anything about him. they like him only because of his appearance and flirty personality, but that's it. he's nothing to them. and merrill likes to say that he doesn't care about that because he doesn't need those people, but.. he needs the attention though. and if he doesn't get the kind of attention he wants.. merrill will break. he will lose his reason to live. he wants people to see him as something more than just an attractive upperclassman with a cool aura and a secret magicam account, but he knows that it's impossible, so he has to accept that kind of attention from them. if he doesn't, he will get no attention at all ("the fading warmth makes me anxious again")

now, why did i choose seth? as i said before, seth gives me strong yuno kinnie vibes, because both of them act like they're much more carefree than they really are and they are actually very smart and they're more emotionless and cold than people think. both of them don't want others to treat them like a child, but they still want to be loved, seth even wants to be saved. he wants someone to care about him, but he doesn't want that person to treat him like his sister did. he still wants to be free, he wants to have a fun life, but he also just wants to be held. ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT "TEAR DROP" AND "DROP OF SUNLIGHT"-

backdraft: avery and austin

"applause receding far away, me, the result of blame-shifting, no, can't find that funny. with just one mistake and i'm out of chances, bless me, please, with one more chance. it's not even my fault, not even slightly"

fuuta's songs are perfect for austin, okay? in short, i chose this song for avery and austin because both of them are very insecure and cope with it by making fun of others and being mean, but the moment others start treating them the same way, they start to panic and they either beg for forgiveness or.. have a breakdown. avery ended up overblotting because of how much rsa students hated him even though they had a good reason for that and whenever people bully austin or simply point out his mistakes, he locks himself up in his room and cries into his pillow, so yeah, he's much more sensitive than he looks like.

also, i think it would be fun for vance to join them to cover this song, i feel like this song's vibe fits him well and it's just very fun to imagine avery and austin having an existential crisis and rethinking their actions meanwhile this guy is jumping around and going "BURN BURN :D"

as for the future season 2 songs, for now i feel like "it's not my fault" has angel's vibes, "the purge march" sounds like vance and hayden's duet (especially their overblot versions) and. yeah, "i love you" is allencore. ALSO I THINK MERRILL'S COVER OF "CAT" WOULD SOUND COOL

#you know what. i love my ocs. they're flawed they're problematic they're insane #but they're MY kids!! and they feel so realistic too!! they feel like real people to me!! #and because of their flaws their character development is even more satisfying to write and fun to imagine #beauty with self grown thorns: avery #a gamer skater boy: vance #idia's e boy servant: merrill #the ultimate simp: allen #the gardening club leader: roland thorn #the literature and animals lover: jay #the lonely mechanic: austin #the mouse girlboss: minnie #the chameleon with a god complex: hayden #allen's kuudere cousin: riley #a strange but loving dorm leader: angel #a stressed vice dorm leader: bunny #the isolated prince: seth

[skylarmoon71]

Nick Jakoby - Oneshot (Bright)- Extra

“Get down!”

You’re about to reload your gun, but your assailant is faster. He rushes at you, pushing you over the ledge. You gasp, dropping the gun as your body goes over.

“(Y/N)!!”

Nick’s voice rings in your head. You’re griping at the edge of the building. Grunting, you can feel your hold begin to slip. Ward curses.

“Go after him, I’ve got her!!” Ward nods, chasing the man as Nick runs to the balcony.

“N-Nick I can’t I’m losing my-”

You scream when your hand slides off. Nick pivots his body off, and you’re astonished when he grabs your hand with one hand, and the balcony with the other. His legs hit the brick harshly, and you just stare.

He’s managing your weight, as well as his own. He easily hoists you back up, and you grab the surface the second you're within distance. You pull yourself over, and once you feel you have a good hold, you reach for him. He doesn’t need it. He pulls himself up as if he weighs nothing. When you’re both back on solid ground, your chest is heaving. You just gape at him.

“Nick you’re..you’re strong.”

He nods, but he doesn't look phased by your words.

“Yeah, we should go and help Ward.” He’s heading off towards Ward’s direction, and you follow, taking in his frame from the back. It's not like you’ve never noticed his build before, but today you sort of can’t stop staring.

Apprehending the guy was easy. Ward looked pretty relieved when he saw you and Nick were in one piece. When all the work is done, Ward is about to call it a day.

“Glad you rookies are okay.” He says as he’s about to leave.

“Me too.”

You laugh. Ward gives you a few pats, heading out. Nick has just finished packing up his stuff.

“Nick.” He stops, sending you a nervous smile.

“Are you okay?” It looks like he’s surveying for injuries. You stand.

“Yeah, thanks to you.” He shook his head.

“Don’t mention it. It’s nothing. “

“No, it’s not.” You know that he’s not used to being complimented, but you need to get your point across.

“Nick, you literally saved my life. I definitely would have been a goner falling from that building. “ You moved closer, leaning in, you placed a kiss on his cheek. When you pull back, his golden hues are almost shining. He looks so adorably stunned.

“Thank you Officer Jakoby.” He just gives a few awkward nods.

“Y-Yeah no problem.”

Once again, you’re walking away with that cute little smile. Nick feels like maybe that look you give him is becoming a bit dangerous for him.

Time alone would tell.

~

“Wait what?”

“We’re having a friendly game of paintball. Captain says it’s to build character and partnership or some shit.” Ward’s explanation seems just about right. Those retreat activities never worked.

“I think I’ll pass.” You hum.

Your skills in shooting didn’t need any sharpening.

“Nick is going to be there, you know.”

You perk up a little at that. Straightening in your desk. Nick is the last person you think will attend something like that with the officers in this precinct. Half of them were morons. Then again, if he really was going, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Guess I can show those rookies how a champ does it.” Ward smiles, one that you can’t truly read.

“Sure.”

He doesn't sound that convinced by your reasoning, and Nick comes walking in.

“Good morning.” He is a bit cheerful. He always looks so happy to be working, despite the crap he goes through on a daily basis. His energy sort of brightens up your day.

“Good morning Nick. I heard you got suckered into paintball.”

“Yes, I think it’ll be good practice for tactical strategies in the field.”

He’s such a rookie, and so dedicated to the job. It’s cute to watch. He turns to set up some things on his desk, and when he bends, you find yourself admiring him from the back. Your eyes linger on his ass, nibbling on your lip.

Ward lets out a loud obnoxious cough from the other side, and you turn. So does Nick in question. Ward taps his chest.

“Sorry allergies.” He says.

“You should try some honey and lemon. " Nick suggested.

Ward sends you a look, and you blush.

“Damn, he saw me!”

You’re a bit embarrassed that he caught you red handed ogling at his partner. You try to be less obvious for the remainder of the day, but it was difficult. Somehow your eyes catch every adorable thing Nick does.

From humming tunes in the car when Ward was getting lunch, to helping older pedestrians cross the street when you all made stops for breaks. Then there was the way his ears would twitch when he got excited, or even alarmed.

How the hell did people not like this guy? He was a literal gem. It got to the point that you started searching for flaws, because he was just too precious. You gave up at the end of the day.

The only weakness Nick appeared to have was his self esteem. You knew the things that were said to him got to him sometimes, that’s why he was constantly careful, especially around you. So you decide from that point, you’d look out for him. Nick just wanted to be a respected officer, and you would do what you could to help him achieve that dream.

The session for your little paintball activity rolls around on a Saturday. Pollard had been appointed the gear duty, and Ward did the meals. They’d chosen a nice open space, private property courtesy the LAPD. There were trees for miles. It was perfect for this kind of thing. The weather was great too.

Now all geared up, you were being dispersed into teams.

“Since Falcon here is our best shooter, she gets to be a captain. Then me of course.” You roll your eyes at Pollard. It’s no surprise he wanted you on an opposing team. Maybe he thought taking you down would boost his ego.

“Alright, select your players!” Ward says playfully. You grin. Nick is standing at a short distance, you know he expects to be chosen last. Yet he was the first person you wanted.

“I pick Nick. “ He looks up, pointing at himself.

“A-Are you sure, my shooting skills aren’t as good as yours. “

You walk closer, nodding.

“I want you.”

It is whispered just for him, and you turn back to get your other players. Breaking out into teams of seven, you get to work. Ward is on your squad, and you give pointers on where best to hide to wait for targets. You all fall out, and you wait patiently. Your first hit is easy. The guy had been trudging in plain sight. When the color smacks his back he jumps, and you laugh.

“Gotcha!!” He groans, dropping his gun.

“This ain't fair, you’re a prodigy.” You move past him.

“Maybe next time you’ll lighten your steps.” You call.

Running back into the forest, you look for others to take down. You manage two more, smiling at the way they seemed a bit stunned. The third one was a bit tricky, he’d drawn the same time you did, but as he figured out, you were faster. The ones who were out were making their way back to the vehicles. Forty minutes in, you’re a little surprised you haven’t run into Nick yet. You do bounce up Ward. He laughs when he sees you’re untouched.

“How many you get?”

“Three." You say with a snicker.”

“I got two.” He laughs.

“Good job. Two more to go. ” You high five, and you’re both headed for the last targets. The heavy laughter you hear after a few minutes of walking has you looking back at Ward.

“Really, it’s like they aren’t even trying.” He’s about to make a suggestion to take them down, but you catch a statement from Pollard.

“That’s right, guess you’re no good at shooting either huh piggy.” The laughs increase, and when they are in view, you see a few on your team. They're all shooting at Nick who’s already discarded his gun.

“You got me already.” He says flinching at every hit that connects. Your face turns sour.

“You assholes!!” They turn, and you raise your gun. You shoot efficiently, taking down each of them, even the ones on your team. Pollard looks a bit annoyed, and before he can retaliate, you shoot right for his mask. He staggers back, and you just continue. You hit every area that is within view walking with each shot. He finally stumbles at the frantic hits, falling on his back. When he’s down, you move to them.

“What the hell, this was supposed to be a friendly game.” One of the officers says.

“Yeah, so why the hell did you start shooting your own teammate? Is that how we work!”

They look a lot less sure now. Nick just shook his head.

“It’s fine. “

Pollard finally picks himself up, throwing his mask off.

“We were just having fun, calm down you stuck up bitch.” He gets in your face, and you don’t back down. Ward steps between to stop it before anything can escalate.

“Alright, calm down.” Ward pulls you back, and Pollard takes a step back. You turned, still pissed, and Nick follows to try and assure you that he really is fine.

“That’s right, walk away piglet.”

That’s the last straw, you spin around rushing at him, swinging. You clock him square in the nose, and everyone hears the sickening crack. His body hits the floor harshly, and he grunts. He’s clutching his nose.

“M-My nose!!”

“Serves you right!!”

You snarl. Ward runs to you when he sees the rage Pollard shows as he tries to tackle you to the floor. You duck his swing, hitting him in his stomach, then another devastating blow right between his legs. Ward winces, all the men present do when Pollard’s knees buckle in pain. Now he’s clutching his crotch.

“Pussy.” you huff.

You turn, and they all look a bit scared.

“Remind me never to piss her off.” Ward comments. Nick was making a mental note himself.

~

Suspended.

You weren’t exactly surprised. Both you and Pollard were given a two week suspension. Or in Pollard's case, a sabbatical to heal his wounded nose, and dignity. One of the guys recorded your little match, and now it was trending online. You snicker reading through a few comments before logging off your phone. The knock on your door is a bit unexpected. You head over, smiling once you see who’s behind the door.

“H-Hi.”

“Hey Nick. “ You let him in, and he walks inside a bit nervous.

Just as you close the door to offer him something to drink, he apologizes.

“I’m sorry. This was my fault. You shouldn’t have gotten suspended.”

“Nick, come on, it's not your fault. Pollard was being a dick. I know it’s harder for you. You’re not afforded the same luxuries that we are. You can’t fight back. But I can. Besides, there is no way they’ll fire me. I’m the best shooter they have.” You grin, but Nick still looks a bit discouraged.

“I wish you’d stop.”

He sounds upset, for the first time Nick looks irritated, and it’s directed at you.

“You don’t have to put yourself out there for me. I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, and how great has that been going. Nick, they basically shit on you day after day. I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

It hurts a little to hear him say that. You try to school your features not to give much away. You should have known better. At the end of the day you guess he was a guy. All that testosterone running through his head convinced him that apparently letting someone stand up for him was a weakness. You look over, a bit puzzled at the hurt Nick now shows. His eyes are planted on the floor, and your brows crease. Now it all makes sense.

“Why don’t you want my help?”

Nick looks up, and those topaz orbs reveal so much. You’re starting to understand the reason behind his anger. You take one step, and he backs up. Nick staggers, almost running into your table. He turns haphazardly, looking back at you when he steady’s your vase.

“(Y-Y/N)!”

He sounds alarmed.

You nibble at your lips, titling your head. Nick holds his hands out to halt your advance, and jolts when his back hits a wall.

“I didn’t just stand up for you because Pollard’s a jackass. You should know that for a while now, I’ve been sort of crushing on you Nick.”

He swallows, and his ears start to flutter lightly. You smile, because he lifts his hands to control them.

“T-That’s not possible. We're too different. We have nothing in common.” He reasons.

“Don’t we?” You have him cornered, and with his strength he could easily push you away, but you know that he won’t.

“We’re both cops, dedicated to the job, focused. A bit of kindred spirits really.” Your hand flattens on the wall, and Nick’s Adam's apple bobs.

“We both have feelings for each other too.” You breathe.

His eyes grow wide, and you know you’ve gotten him right where you want. You take another step, and as you lean in slow, you can see the way he fidgets.

“(Y/N) s-stop don’t..”

Your breaths mingle, and right before they fully touch, he grasps your shoulders, spinning around and pressing you to the wall. You’re a bit shaken by the sudden switch, and when your eyes flicker open, he’s staring down at you with something you haven’t truly seen from him. After a brief heated look, he moves back rattled.

“I shouldn’t have- (Y/N) I’m sorry I-”

“Do you think I’m unattractive?” He looks up in disbelief.

“Of course not!” He says it like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“So you do find me attractive?”

Nick is threading on a thin line. To him you’re magnificent. Not just physically. He wasn’t sure if it was because you’d shared your story with him, but since that day he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. But he knows deep down, nothing can happen. It wasn’t hard for him to convince himself that this attraction was one sided.

“I find you very attractive, Nick Jakoby.”

“Aw crap.”

This was definitely in the danger zone.

“You’re awkward. Caring, honest, humble.” With every flattering word, he feels like he’s being reeled in. You reach for him, taking his hand. He’s way too dazed to fully register the soft touch. Your eyes have him captive.

“Not to mention you’re built like a lumberjack which is unbelievably sexy. “

His words are lost. He thinks you’re going to say more, but you take his collar, pulling him down for a kiss. When your lips touch, his body has caught up with what’s happening. A part of him thinks he’s imagining this entire thing. It becomes very real when his hand moves to your hips.

“Soft.”

Your skin feels so warm under his palm. A part of him finally decided to indulge it, even if it’s purely fantasy. So he responds, and you moan when he presses your body into the wall as he kisses you. Your fist ball into his uniform, gripping, tugging, begging for more. The kiss is no longer delicate. You’re both pushing and grabbing at each other, trying to feel all you can. Your hands gravitate to his belt, and you unclip it. His gun hits the floor, and now that the pesky gadget is gone, you practically pounce on him. Nick’s hands are secured under your thighs as he lifts you off the ground.

“Gosh you’re so freaking strong..so hot..”

You mutter between your sloppy kisses.

It’s a bit strange, you never really had a thing for muscled guys. Yet his strength does weird things to you. Your fingers run over the back of his head, and he lets out a deep growl.

“Shit.”

Damn this man was a beast.

His free hand moves to the wall as he keeps you up against it, lips still joining and parting desperately.

The loud knock that resonates from the front makes him pull back. He’s breathing a bit heavy, and you whine.

“N-Nick..”

You’re begging him.

“The door..” He huffs out.

“What?”

Another knock followed by a voice.

“Hey rookie, I bought you some Chinese. "

You frown at Ward’s voice on the other side of the door. Nick puts you down, and you look like you’re about to shoot someone as you rush to the door.

You open it pissed.

“Woah, what’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“Ward, could you come back another time, I’m busy.”

It’s then he truly takes in your disheveled appearance. He’s about to make a statement, but he hears shuffling, and you look back. Nick is struggling to put back on his belt. Ward catches sight of him, smirking.

“You dog,” You frown, slamming the door in his face.

“Have fun!!”

He calls with a laugh. You turn back to Nick who still hasn’t managed to latch his belt. He looks up when he hears you coming.

“I-I was just about to leave (Y/N) I-” you grab the belt, throwing it over your shoulder.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Before he can object, you claim his lips. He gives a brief sound of surprise, right before he appears to be sucked back into the haze. He pauses for a second to look at you.

“Are you sure..about this?”

“Positive.”

You don’t give much more than that, because you’re already ripping off your clothes.

Neither of you would get much sleep tonight.

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[dreamerstreamer]

Devil-May-Care

Pairing: demon!Dream / Clay x demon hunter!gn!reader

Summary: [Demon Hunter!AU] When you went in search of the most powerful demon known to mankind, you didn’t expect him to be so charming.

Warnings: a little horror + some violence + tw// weapons (crossbow, gun)

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: this was requested by a passionate anon! i fell in love with the request at first sight and had loads of fun writing this, although i did take some creative liberty with it. i hope you all enjoy :)

You huffed as you pushed past the branch hanging in your face, wrinkling your nose as you trudged onward. The forest was almost eerily silent around you, the pitch black night doing nothing to ease the tension that had gathered in your shoulders. Above you, the moon and stars twinkled soundlessly, peering down at you with wide, watching eyes.

Where could he possibly be hiding? you thought to yourself with a grimace. Is he even in this forest?

Your mentor had told you that this forest was the last place he’d ever been seen, and that it would be your best bet. But she also told you not to get your hopes too high, since he was known to be a trickster who never stayed in one spot for too long.

You sighed as you stepped over a fallen log, making sure not to trip. Despite how young the night was, you were already getting tired. Tracking was arguably the hardest part of your job, and easily your least favourite part of it.

Then again, no one said being a demon hunter was easy.

With a slight grumble, you squinted through the darkness while walking past another tree. So far, all you’d seen was tree after after tree, and you were getting fed up. Heck, you could have sworn there was a clearing just ahead of you here.

It was at that moment that the trees suddenly parted before you, and you found yourself standing in the middle of a clearing. The soft grass rustled beneath your feet as you took a tentative step forward, your ears perking up for any noise or movement. When nothing came, the muscles in your legs tensed.

This was the first clearing you had found in hours, and something about it just felt off.

“What are you looking for, little hunter?”

You whirled at the sound of the low, curling voice, your gaze frantically darting around the darkness for its source. You kept your lips pursed as your head whipped this way and that, nothing but silence filling the forest air. Even with the light of the moon, all you could make out between the shadows were the silhouettes of trees and their taunting branches looming over you.

There was no way it was who you thought it was... right?

“Not gonna say anything? Hm. Perhaps that’s just because you can’t see me. Here.”

You heard the snap of a finger, and the clearing around you suddenly lit up in a faint, greenish hue. Your eyes widened as the earth you stood upon began to glow, your fingers twitching at your side. Turning again, you quickly searched your surroundings once more for the voice’s owner. Everything seemed to be exactly how it appeared when you first arrived—the trees were just trees and the grass was just grass, even if they were both admittedly glowing.

Just then, there came a whistle from above you.

You lifted your head, and your gaze fell upon a figure sitting atop a tree branch a few feet away. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight.

Piercing, emerald eyes. A green fitted shirt to match. Dark, golden hair. A smattering of freckles. A cold, wicked grin.

The man smiled at you, swinging his legs leisurely as he tilted his head. “Hello there, pet.”

You didn’t wait another second before your arms were reaching up behind you, pulling your crossbow off your back. You slotted the arrow into the flight groove in near record time before aiming it up at him, aiming for but a split second before you pulled the trigger. In a flash, the arrow went flying through the night sky, pointed directly at his face. You could have sworn you caught his eyes turn red before he suddenly vanished, your arrow passing through empty space before pinning itself into the tree trunk he had been leaning against just seconds prior.

You panted, quickly pulling another arrow out of your quiver and reloading your crossbow as you turned in a circle, not a single detail going unnoticed by your watchful eyes. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you tried to focus on the rustling leaves around you. Your fingers curled around the stock of your bow a fraction tighter, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Where is he? Where did he go?

A smooth voice curled around the back of your neck.

“Is this how you greet everyone you meet, or am I just special?”

Whipping around again, you pulled the trigger without even an ounce of hesitation. A twang of satisfaction shot through you as you heard the distinct sound of flesh being pierced, followed by a tumble to the ground. You rushed over at the sight of the man—or demon, as you should be calling him—lying sprawled on the ground, his arms casually tucked under his head as if he hadn’t just been shot.

“Ooh,” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around the arrow sticking out of his chest, “your arrows are made of dreamshade.” He grinned at you. “Smart one, aren’t you?”

Before you could even react, he ripped the arrow out, watching with amusement as crimson slowly dripped onto the front of his shirt. You stared at the hole in his chest, left behind by your arrow, a glimmer of glee expanding in your chest. Yes! you thought, your lips quirking as your hand floated toward the pistol hanging at your side. Now’s my cha—

All of a sudden, you watched in horror as the skin began to reform, the sinew and muscle stitching themselves back together to fill the gap. In an instant, his chest was whole again, the hole having disappeared entirely with nothing to even hint at its existence, were it not for the tear in his shirt.

“Unfortunately for you,” he said, tossing the arrow behind his head with a flick of his fingers, “I’m tougher than most demons out there.”

In a flash, you were standing over him, one foot digging into his chest. You didn’t even give him the chance to blink before you were pointing your crossbow at him once more, this time just barely allowing the arrow tip to hover above his neck. You tried to calm your breaths, pushing back the sick sense of joy you could feel starting to boil over inside you. You were so, so close to just killing hi—

“Don’t you think it’s a little rude to attack me without even asking for my name?” he calmly drawled, looking bored out of his mind.

You blinked in surprise, your thoughts faltering for a moment before your expression hardened once more. “I know who you are.”

He cocked his head at you, something like delight swimming in his viridian eyes. “Do you, now?”

You gulped, hesitating only for a moment before you began to speak. “Y-You’re Dream. Lord of chaos. Progenitor of destruction. Harbinger of nightmares.” You nearly choked on your own words.

“The world’s most powerful demon.”

He grinned at you, clapping his hands together above his head as he let out a small hoot. “Aw, you know all my titles?” He winked. “That’s cute.”

Cute, your brain repeated dumbly, a fuzzy feeling forming in your chest, but you quickly shook the thought from your head with a scowl. You should not be happy that one of the most powerful demon’s known to mankind called you cute.

(Okay, well. Maybe you were a little happy. Not that you would ever admit it.)

With a stony look, your finger wrapped around the crossbow trigger, the cool metal sending a shiver down you spine. “I’m here to kill you, Dream.”

He didn’t look fazed. “Oh? Even though we only just met?”

A snarl ripped itself out of your throat, fury slowly beginning to claw up your insides. Why did he sound so calm? Didn’t he understand that he was about to die to your hand?

“That doesn’t matter,” you said bluntly, trying to ignore your heart ramming away at your ribcage. “You’re a monster that needs to be disposed of.”

He hummed, absentmindedly picking at his nail. “That’s bold of you to say.” His tone was dull and interested, and his eyes seemed to shine even brighter thanks the green glow surrounding his head. “I can’t remember the last time a demon hunter has ever been so upfront with me.”

The string tying your restraint together snapped. That was it. How could he be so nonchalant? So apathetic? Didn’t he care?

“You’ve killed so many people,” you spat, “taken so many innocent lives, and for what?” You narrowed your eyes, nothing but pure disgust running through your veins as you dug the tip of your crossbow into the soft flesh of his neck. “What reason do I have to stop myself from ending your life right here, right now?”

Below you, Dream only stared blankly at you, his eyebrows raised. Then, he let out a sigh, wrapping a hand around the stock of your crossbow. Panic shot through you as he pulled it away from his throat with ease, his fingers curling around the polished wood. “First of all,” he said lowly, “that little thing isn’t going to do anything.”

In a blink of an eye, you heard the snapping of metal and wood, your gaze going wide. He shot you a cocky grin. “Not anymore.”

You leapt back, gritting you teeth and tossing your now useless crossbow onto the earth beside you. Your hand moved in a blur as you reached down and pulled out your pistol from its holster, pointing it toward him. “Each and every one of these bullets is soaked in holy water,” you shouted, your hand cocking back the safety. “Don’t think I won’t shoot.”

Dream rolled over onto his stomach, his grin widening as he rested his chin on his hand. “Tell me,” he drawled, tilting his head, “do you really think you scare me?”

You ignored the shaking of your fingers. “I—I can and will shoot you.”

He laughed, an uncomfortable warmth wrapping around your gut. “Please, darling—I’ve been alive for longer than you can even fathom. As if you’d be the first to pin me down, let alone try to shoot me.” His eyes flashed crimson, and you felt your stomach drop. “I know all your hunter tricks and tactics, and believe me when I say they won’t work.”

Suddenly, he floated up off the ground, not changing his position whatsoever. In only a matter of seconds, he was hovering above you, blinking down at your shocked expression with mirth glimmering in his scarlet gaze. 

Of course he could levitate—what were you expecting?

“Second,” he said, “I did a lot of those things a long time ago, especially in human years. How long has it been?” He tapped his chin. “Probably centuries by now, which is like forever for you guys.”

You scowled at him, your pistol still pointed at him. “That doesn’t mean you haven’t caused any chaos recently.”

“That’s true!�� he chirped, snapping his fingers. “But my more recent activities have been much more... tame in comparison to my golden years, don’t you think?”

As much as you wanted to shoot him right here and now, you also wanted to punch him in the face before you did. “Lives are lives, Dream!” you shouted. “Any more or less lost doesn’t make you any more redeemable.”

A chuckle slipped from his lips, flipping onto his back as he continued to hover in the cool, night air. “Oh, you humans and your morality. How entertaining you all are.”

There was only one word running through your mind as you glared at him, your jaw clenching tight as your rage only multiplied inside you. Monster, monster, monster.

His eyelids fluttered shut as he allowed himself to drift a fraction lower toward you. “Well, I do believe I should ask—who’s to say that I was the one who killed those people, anyways?”

Your heart stopped in your chest. “...what are you talking about?”

He peeked an eye open at you. “It’s not like I flew down from the sky and shot them all with a rifle, and it’s not like I just snapped my fingers and everyone dropped dead.” He hummed at the thought. “Just what kind of person do you take me for?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your toes curling in your boots. “Stop distracting me—you’re dodging the question.”

“On the contrary,” he shot back without missing a beat, “I’d argue that you’re dodging mine, pet.” You could hear the laughter threatening to bubble up his throat as he spoke. “Do you really think I was the one purely responsible for all that destruction?”

You tried to ignore the slight tremble of your hands. “A-Aren’t you?” you stammered out. “You’ve started wars, detonated massive bombs, pushed people to their absolute limits. That stuff’s all your fault.” You gulped. “...isn’t it?”

For a second, he simply stared at you. Then, he burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh, how naïve you are, pet. Just what were you taught?” As he clutched his chest, he sunk a little lower toward you. “I didn’t fight on those battlefields. I didn’t press the red button. I didn’t kick men and women to the ground, pointing guns in their faces. But do you know who did?”

The cogs in your head began to turn as you wracked your mind over his words. Then, a wave of understanding slammed into you, and you lowered your pistol, your arm going limp at your side.

He couldn’t possibly mean...

“Ding, ding, ding! You guessed it.” His lips curled up into a delighted smirk. “Humanity did.”

Your eyes widened in horror. Oh, no.

The manic look in his eyes only grew. “Oh, yes.” He cackled at the look on your face, pointing at you. “I didn’t even have to lift a finger for you to all walk straight into your own demise! How pathetic is that?”

You took a shaky step back, your pistol dropping to the ground. “B-B—”

“B-B-B-But what?” he said mockingly, mimicking you in a high-pitched tone. “Did they tell you that I’m the big, bad wolf and that humanity is Little Red? Because they lied, pet. They lied to you.” He pointed his fingers together to form an X, tilting his head at you. “I’ll have you know that I’m not a liar. A trickster, perhaps. But a liar?” He narrowed his eyes. “Never.”

He bent down where he hovered in the air, waggling a finger in your face. “The truth is, darling, is that I didn’t do anything. I just stood in the room and watched. I might have pointed out that that one little duke was in perfect view, or that that one city only had so many people living in it, but I never took any lives myself.” He lightly tapped your nose, and you shrunk back as he crooned, “Humanity did all that, pet. They’re the real monsters to blame here.”

You wanted to sink to your knees and melt into a puddle on the ground. He was wrong. He had to be wrong. Your mentor told you that Dream killed all those people—that he was the one to stab the knife in and twist it while pulling it out. She wouldn’t lie to you, never in a million years.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But there was something about the freckles scattered across Dream’s face and the way the moonlight bounced off his eyes that made you realize.

He was telling the truth.

A few moments passed in silence as you stared long and hard down at your feet. You could feel Dream’s gaze boring into your figure, eyeing you up and down as you struggled to steady the beating of your heart. You half-expected him to mock you even more, but to your surprise, he didn’t. Maybe he was more human than you thought.

“Why?” you finally whispered after god knows how long.

When you were met with silence, you raised your eyes to meet his once more. “Why did you do it?” you said, louder this time. “Why did you interact with us at all if you wouldn’t even get your own hands dirty? If you knew it would only end like this?”

His eyes flashed, the tiniest hint of carmine swirling in their murky depths. “Isn’t the answer obvious, pet?” He flashed you a wicked grin. “I was bored.”

You blinked, realization slowly setting in. “Bored? Bored?” You were about to lose it, now. “You did all that just because you were bored?”

He shrugged. “Sure did. Chaos makes the world so much more interesting, don’t you think? If only good things happened, you would be bored, too.”

Your stomach churned with disgust. “You’re twisted.”

His smile only widened. “At least I’m having fun.”

All you could do was stare at him in defeat. This wasn’t right. There were more ways to have fun than to toy with humanity’s psyche and drive them to end people’s lives, even for a demon like him. There had to be something you could do. For some inexplicable reason you couldn’t bring yourself to name, a part of you almost wanted to help him.

I must be losing my mind, you thought. What person in their right mind would try to save a demon, let alone the most powerful one of them all?

You, apparently.

The cogs in your head began to churn, your mind bustling as it tried to come up with some alternative, no matter how silly. There had to be something he could do that wasn’t just this.

That was when it hit you.

“Why,” you started slowly, your voice coming out shaky and unsure, “don’t you have fun in a way that doesn’t destroy things... but creates them?”

He blinked lazily at you. “Hm?”

You swallowed, raising your chin. “You—you can have chaos, but it doesn’t need to be destructive.”

He raised his brows. “It doesn’t?”

Your gaze hardened. “Not at all.”

Just then, a flash of memory shot through your skull, and you gasped. “Say, Dream,” you began, “do you—do you know how the Greeks thought the universe came to be?”

You didn’t wait for him to answer. “First,” you said, “there was chaos. And from chaos, life was born. Gods and goddesses, plants and animals.”

“And humans,” he added.

You nodded. “And humans—like me.” You pressed a hand to your chest. “See? Chaos can create things. It doesn’t have to be so full of death and terror.”

While his expression was bemused, there was something sad about it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “You do realize that that’s just a story that you human made up?” he hummed. “How the universe came to be is far more different.”

You blinked. “You were alive for that?”

He sent you a blank smile, the look in his eyes betraying nothing. “Maybe, maybe not.” Waving his hand, he flipped over onto his back, floating a fraction higher than before. “Point is, that kind of chaos probably doesn’t exist.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your side. “But it could,” you whispered.

He paused, curiosity flickering in his gaze. “What?”

You dug your heel into the ground, raising your voice. “It could! You don’t know that it doesn’t.” You took a step toward him, throwing your arms out. “Isn’t that fun? Isn’t that exciting? That there’s a whole other form of chaos you’ve never discovered before?!”

Your shout rang out into the quiet forest as Dream stared at you, his lips parted the tiniest bit. Rather than looking amused or arrogant, he almost looked... raw. Real. This might just the most vulnerable look you’d gotten of him all night.

Then, he burst into laughter.

Lowering your arms, you huffed at him, trying and failing to ignore the warmth blossoming between your lungs as you took in his wheezing face. “W-What?”

“Oh,” he gasped between peals of laughter, “what a treat you are, pet.”

Heat flashed across your cheeks as he wiped away a tear from his eye, his chuckles slowly dying down. His laugh should not sound as attractive as it was—he should not be as attractive as he was.

“Tell you what,” he said as he caught his breath once more, sending you a devilish grin. “If you tell me your name, I’ll tell you my real one.”

You stared at him for a moment, then your jaw dropped. “What?”

He stared at you, his emerald eyes glowing in the dim light. “You heard me.”

For a few seconds, you simply gaped, your brain still struggling to process his words. “But... but why?” you finally blurted. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

He hummed at you, flipping upside down. “What about it doesn’t make sense? It seems like a fair trade to me.”

Sputtering, you threw your hands into the air. “A demon’s true name is the source of their power! By handing it over to me, you’re basically putting your life in my hands—in a demon hunter’s hands.” Your face blanched at the mere thought. “A human name and demon name aren’t even remotely comparable.”

He blinked at you, slow and lazy. “I know.”

You didn’t understand—you couldn’t understand. “Then why are you doing this?”

He dipped his down toward you, his face hovering mere inches away from yours. “Isn’t it obvious?” he murmured. “You’re interesting. And rather cute, I suppose.”

You back-pedaled, your eyes wide as you stammered, “I-I could kill you if you told me your real name.”

He hummed, tucking his hand under his chin. “Perhaps, I suppose.” His lips curled upward. “But you won’t.”

Your hand squeezed around nothing. “You don’t know that.”

He chuckled again, and your heart skipped a beat in your chest. “Oh, yes I do, pet. Don’t act as though I can’t see right through you. I know you’re too wishy-washy to kill me off just like that.”

He tilted his head at you, his gaze brimming with mischief.  “That’s the thing about humans—you’re all so greedy. You all want something you don’t have, something that fuels you to acquire more. It might be power, or fame, or fortune, or love. It’s quite pathetic, really. But curiosity?”

Lowering himself, he pushed himself up until he was standing flat on the ground again, his hands sliding into his pockets. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and your mouth went dry. “Why, curiosity is your greatest flaw of all. You humans always want to know more, and I know that you want to know what I do next, whether you’re aware of it or not.”

You felt like your blood was going to tear right out of your veins. You hated how right he was, how well he seemed to know you. “You’re insane,” you said.

His smile was lazy and wide as he took a single step toward you. “Probably. But I’ve been alive for ages now, and you might be the most fun thing I’ve seen in millennia. I want to know your name, pet.”

This was crazy in every sense of the word. Any other demon wouldn’t even dare utter their true name aloud, even to themselves, yet here Dream was, bargaining his for yours.

You’d be an idiot not to tell him your name, now.

Swallowing, you didn’t dare look away from his piercing eyes. “It—my name is [Y/N].”

His lips parted in awe, and he stepped toward you once more. “[Y/N],” he repeated, slowly. Carefully, like a wolf stalking its prey. “Fascinating name. Haven’t met too many of those in my lifetime, shocking as it may be.” He paused for a moment, and you could have sworn his smile looked different. “It’s pretty.”

A rush of heat went shooting down your spine, your stomach doing a flip. Biting the inside of your cheek, you glared at him. “Well, stop dawdling! What’s your real name, Dream?”

For a long, excruciatingly slow minute, he only stared at you, scanning every inch of your face. You could feel anxiety begin to crawl up your throat as he did nothing more than watch the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

All of a sudden, he was standing in front of you, his hand tucked underneath your chin and lifting it upward. You barely had the chance to gasp before you felt a soft warmth pressing against your lips, light as a feather and tasting like ash and smoke.

Before you could even register what had just happened, he was gone.

You whirled, your face growing astronomically hot. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears again, but for an entirely different reason this time. You raised your hand to touch your lips while your cheeks burned furiously.

Did he just... kiss me?

Just then, a whisper ran along the shell of your ear, so soft that you almost missed it.

“My name is Clay.”

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[fnf-amateur-writing]

Hey! It’s Fox again! How are you doing? I just started school back up today, so I’ve been busy Xp.

Think you would be cool with writing some Pico with an s/o who is a writer, and tends to ask him about things like “hey, how long does it take someone to bleed out” or other things like that?

I understand if you don’t feel like it, and I hope you’re having fun 😊

🦊

Hello again Fox, I'm doing quite well rn. I'm cool with your prompt, especially since I need more writing material anyways.

Took me a while, because I didn't want to do a hc, but rather come up with a oneshot with a little twist to the style. Well, hope it works well.

Good luck with school, mate!

TW: Mentions of violence, swearing, slight sexual reference, and crime.

Pico with a writer S/O who asks him strange questions

Prologue:

On a chilly autumn morning, you were sitting out on your patio with a laptop and a mug of your favourite beverage next to you. Whenever you looked up, you could see the warm coloured leaves fall as the breeze accompanied you. The whole scene was an aesthetic.

When your boyfriend, Pico, came outside to see this, he knew that the nice environment you surrounded yourself with meant one thing. "You're back in your writing space already. Heh, with that bestseller you published, I thought you were comfy taking a break." You simply smiled and said, "can't waste the inspiration rush I got right now."

Pico had a good point though, with your rising popularity as an author, you were near set to retire before turning fourty. But you wish you weren't given all of the credit, since your boyfriend's stories of his dodgy job has occasionally sparked some ideas for your stories. However the books you wrote in the past were usually meant for the young adult and had few mature themes. This time, you thought maybe it's time to garner extra inspiration from those stories.

You were met with some disappointment when you realised that your mug was empty, only a drop entering your mouth. "Here, babe, I'll ya some more," Pico said, taking your mug and walking inside. "Quick question," you stopped him. "Yeah?"

"What would be the best place for a murder cemetery?"

"... What?"

Chapter 1:

"So you're doing some story about the police hunting down a mass murderer?"

"Pretty much."

"And to think you were gonna write Pixar's next script. Aight' I respect that." Pico takes a seat next to you with a refill of your drink placed next to your favourite writing laptop. "Thanks, Pico. But yeah, I want to branch out to something edgier, and I think you can help too."

"Let me show you what I've got so far." You showed him some of your notes in a little notepad document, detailing the story thus far and your current plans for this chapter. "Oh, that's it? Just looks like boring police preparation mainly," Pico commented. "Yeah, it's not much right now. But it'll get juicy later." "And bloody?" "And bloody."

"Welp, I'm gonna head back in," Pico got up, "let me know if you need anything." He head back inside, closing the door, but then opened it almost immediately afterwards. Pico stuck his head out, "by the way, the guy should use some strong alcohol or something to throw off those sniffer dogs."

Chapter 2:

"And then, because they used a silencer, the police don't immediately notice the--"

"Nope! I'm calling bullshit (Y/N)!" Pico had suddenly interrupted your explanation of the scene you were currently working on. "Silencers can help prevent some hearing loss, sure, but they're not magic."

"Alright," you reply, "no silencer, but the killer still has to kill in a way to not get blood on them, so I thought shooting and killing them from a distance would work." "Well, they're alone. Instead, have the guy get shanked in the neck or something, and have the killer use a plastic bag as a glove. It saved my ass one time."

"Woah!" you exclaimed with a giggle, "you used a knife once? What happened to my trigger happy boyfriend, huh? That's pretty sus."

"I forgot to reload the Uzis, alright?"

"What an impostor would say."

Chapter 3:

"What would be the best way to muffle the scream of someone you kidnapped?"

You two were sitting on the couch together watching a show. You didn't have your laptop on you, so Pico didn't expect you to still be thinking about that book. "I can't say from experience, really," he said as he paused the show. "However, shove a rag in their mouth and duct tape it in, and you should be good."

"Thanks Pico, also one more thing." "Yeah?" "What if our killer also wanted to..." God, this one was gonna be awkward, but you had to say it or else no help. "You know, cut off this victim's willy. How would you do that?"

"Wai-wha-uh-ga," Pico started fumbling his words like never before. He stopped, then took a deep breath. "YO, WHAT THE FUCK?!" "It'll make sense in the story later, I promise!" You watch Pico begin to lose it, breaking into laughter. "Ladies, gentlemen, and others," Pico dramatically stood up, pulling a little Showcaster impression and directing his arms towards you, "my famous 'young' adult novelist partner!"

Chapter 4:

It was in the dead of night, but you awoke to Pico on his phone. His vpn was on and Tor was up. As per usual, he was checking up on his little hitman service, where others could request for a certain someone's guts to fly if they paid him a hefty sum first. Though tired, you ound this to be the best time to ask him some more questions.

"Pico, how do those sites work?"

"Oh, you're awake," Pico blankly stated, sleepy too. But he still answered you. "Basically, some anonymous rich guys in the area give me money and a target, then I just do the thing and send a mission accomplished email." "Do they pay you in person?" "Nah, we use always use Bitcoin. It's a lot harder to trace than real money."

"Thanks Pico. Goodnight," you wish him, yawning and going back to sleep. "You too... So this guy is a hit man too?" "Hush. Tomorrow." "Okay." Pico puts his phone away, leaving it on a nightstand. You then spoon the night away, peacefully thinking of murder as you drifted off.

Chapter 5:

On a morning similar to before, you two sat on the patio with your drinks and laptop at the ready. Pico watched rather awkwardly as you typed away, wondering why you haven't entertained him with another question yet.

"You gonna ask anything else?" "What? Oh, nah," you plainly state. Inevitable, sure, but he was kind of saddened. He liked being able to share his messed up wisdom. "So, you're done?" "Almost." You turn to look at him, "want the spoilers?" Pico smiled, "sure thing."

In the novella you and Pico crafted together, the main character is a cop who hunts down a killer. They eventually notice that there would be two murders at a time for unknown reasons. Well, it was unknown until one victim had left up a dark web hit man for hire site. They that the hit man not only kills the target, but the client as a hidden price for the service.

And any request will be fulfilled, according to the hit man's site.

"Do they catch 'em?" Pico asked. "Well, ANY request is granted. So, if our hero were to... hire him to kill himself..."

"No way!"

"He did. They find both of their bodies in his bedroom."

Pico was a bit impressed with the ending you came up with, but then he remembered something. "Why did that guy get his thing cut off?" "Lol, I forgot," you giggled. "He sent a message to the hit man, saying he wishes the target would choke on his dick."

"That's my favourite part."

Epilogue:

After everything was finished up, you sent the book off to your editor. After the initial joy of knowing how the story ended, you saw that Pico was still in thought. "What's up with you?" "Oh nothing, well it's just... I'm probably just biased, being that I'm a bit of a hitman myself, but it's kind of sad to see the guy go."

"Then I should spoil the epilogue I came up with." Rather than being excited, Pico nervously asked, "what's an epilogue?" He didn't get an answer, only you staring at him. "Sorry, school held too many bad memories for me to pay attention."

"Anyways," you continue, "the rest of the police gang did some background checks, and find that our killer was a normal guy with no criminal history."

"Penilian?"

"No. But I did decide to take a more supernatural approach here. Somewhere across the country, another string of double homicides occur and that site is active once more. And the story kind of repeats itself."

"Penilian."

"You joker," you give him a playful little kiss on the cheek, one that definitely caught him off guard. "So is it canon?" Pico smirked. "Nah, just thanking you for being my cute little co-author." "Oh," Pico started, "so we're flirtin' now, huh. Come here babe!" He tackled you onto the ground, giving you several kisses in exchange.

"Actually, I think we call that 'making out'," you chuckle out, flustered. "But that doesn't mean I said stop'!" You pull him in for more, accidentally bonking your heads together rather painfully. "Nice double kill there, (Y/N)."

#fnf x reader #fnf imagines #pico x reader #fnf pico

[forlove2020]

Suptober Day 4 - Secrets

Dean is bed-warm and bleary-eyed, but it's not too much of a problem because cooking seems to be one of those things that comes to him naturally, like breathing or reloading his gun. He can do all of these with his eyes closed, which, in this case is pretty handy as his eyes are mostly closed this morning.

He's still barely awake as he beats the buttermilk into the eggs, adding flour, baking powder, sugar, oil, salt. The first of two frying pans gets hot fast, and Dean places the bacon down, enjoying the crackling sound of meat becoming crispy. 

His life depends on remembering to turn on the coffee pot, and he is sure to double check and see if it has begun brewing before he moves on to ladling the batter into the pan.

This is the time of day Dean likes best: the slow, quiet mornings in the dim sunlight of his own kitchen where he can finally just breathe. The years of misery and grief had worn him down, but as the saying goes, coal makes diamonds, and since there was so much damn coal in his life before, he is now one fine diamond.

Or, anyhow, something along those lines. Dean's too tired for frickin' metaphors right now, okay?

The clatter of dog paws on wooden flooring makes Dean smile. Miracle has awoken and joined him in the kitchen; she is eyeing Dean expectantly, sniffing at the bacon-scented air with hopefulness.

"Hey there, girl," Dean murmurs quietly, so as not to wake the other occupants of the household. She wags as she greets him and he pats her head fondly.  Never once, in all of the years preceding had Dean ever considered adopting a dog but now he knows that Miracle, in his unbiased opinion, is definitely a cut above the rest of those flea-bitten mongrels.

Fine, so maybe he is a little biased but Dean still believes he has the best dog in the world.

Miracle lies on the floor at his feet as he finishes cooking breakfast, she sleepily watches him flip pancakes but her cute little ears perk with interest as he places a couple slices of bacon on each of the three glass plates. 

Dean darts a quick look down the hallway that leads toward the staircase, then glances at the backdoor to make sure it is still locked. He can't hear anyone stirring upstairs, so he raises his eyebrow at Miracle, who leaps to her feet with all the stealthy grace of an apex predator. She is ready and waiting for what has become their morning ritual.

Dean tosses her a piece of crisp bacon, and Miracle snaps it up mid-air, her body wriggling with glee as she wolfs it down.

"Remember, this is our secret, ma'am," he murmurs, giving her a gentle scritch behind the ears. Her tail thu-thumps on the floor, and Dean grins. 

Light footsteps fall on the creaking stairs, and Dean sticks his hands behind his back like a naughty child caught misbehaving.

Jack is wearing one of Sam's old t-shirts and it's so comically big on him that it seems almost more of a nightgown. He's rubbing his eyes as he stumbles into the kitchen, but his smile is as bright as ever as he goes immediately to hug Dean.

There are many good things in this world that Dean doesn't believe he deserves, and Jack's forgiveness and love is pretty much the top of that list. But Dean's really making an effort to treat him better now and god, if the kid doesn't deserve every last good thing in this world. Jack had offered Dean a fresh start when he came back from Heaven; it was a second chance to make things right between them and Dean had taken the offer with no hesitation. He would rather throw himself into the Pit headfirst than hurt Jack again. Dean knows he can't erase the past but he sure as Hell can do whatever it takes to make things up to his kid.

He presses a kiss to the top of Jack's head; he smells like sleepy sweat and that expensive lemony shampoo Sam had sent him for his fourth birthday. "Sleep okay?"

Jack nods, and yawns. "No nightmares last night, so that was nice." He breaks their hug to pet Miracle, who fawns over him.

"Good," Dean says firmly. "Maybe that spell Sammy used actually can help." Jack nods, but doesn't answer, still attempting to wake up. He reaches for the coffee pot.

"Hey," Dean scolds gently, and Jack pauses, confused. "Wait until I pour your Dad a mug first."

A wry smile comes to Jack's face. They've both seen what happens on mornings where Cas doesn't get hot coffee and Dean and Jack have a silent agreement to avoid the circumstances causing those events at all costs.

"Help yourself to some pancakes," Dean pops half a slice of bacon into his mouth and continues talking while chewing, "Me n’ Cas will eat later. I'm gonna take Sunshine his elixir of life first."

Jack chuckles while Dean pours a very full cup of black coffee into an ugly, handmade pea-green mug, and carefully climbs the staircase he made with his own two hands over the past summer. 

Their bedroom is upstairs and on the left in this little house that Dean built. He nudges the door he'd partially left open with his foot, maneuvering cautiously around the dresser and the clothes that were tossed onto the floor last night. 

Cas is asleep, more or less, when Dean sits down beside him and places the coffee mug on the bedside table. He mumbles something that Dean can't quite understand, either because he is drowsy or because he may be speaking Enochian. It’s hard to tell with his face half-pressed into the pillow. 

Dean lets his fingers drift up Cas’ shoulder and neck and then brushes his hair away from his face. He's going to have a bad case of bedhead when he gets up, Dean thinks with amusement.

"Wake up, Sweetheart," Dean tells him. "There's coffee." 

Cas' breathes out slowly, his nose scrunches up, and then he's waking, shifting under the covers, squinting at Dean in the early morning light sneaking through the blinds.

"Heya, Cas." Dean is ridiculously in love with him. The confused look Cas gets when he first wakes up makes Dean think about crazy things, like saying 'screw the world' and crawling back into bed and burrowing under the covers with him. These are things that a younger, sadder Dean Winchester had never known and never would have believed he could have, ten, fifteen - hell, even just two years ago.

(Today's Dean Winchester is a much happier man.)

Cas stares deep in Dean's eyes as he half sits up, rumbling out the familiar, "Hello Dean," and moves closer to kiss Dean good-morning very thoroughly.

After a long minute Cas pulls back, breathless, and asks, "Wait, what did you just say about coffee?"

Still gathering his wits, Dean gestures vaguely to the steaming mug, and Cas turns back to him with a faint smile. "Have I mentioned that I love you, Dean?" 

"Guh...not, uh, yet today," he manages to stutter out and Cas smirks as he raises the mug to take his first sip.

They go downstairs together, both so they can eat breakfast and so that Cas can get a refill, and in the process, they catch Jack in the act of handing Miracle a piece of bacon and a chunk of pancake. 

Everyone freezes in a domestic tableau; the hunter, the angel, the nephilim-god, and the world's best dog.

Cas recovers first, and sighs. "You know, he gets this from you," he accuses Dean dryly, and goes straight over to refill his coffee mug.

"Traitor," Dean tells a wagging Miracle. 

She isn't ashamed in the slightest.

END

#suptober21 #destiel #destiel fic #their love is real #dean and cas are in love #dean and cas are Jack's parents #dean and cas deserved BETTER #dean and cas deserved a happy ending #they all deserved to be happy #castiel is jack's father #jack deserved to be happy #found family #domesticity #miracle the dog #post-15x20 #post finale #fix it fic

[imagines4thefandoms]

Oliver Queen X Wife! Reader

requested: @purpledragon04​

Sorry this took to long i just couldn't think of anything good enough. hope you like it.

Can you do a Oliver queen x reader? where they’re having a gender reveal party

Word count:2456

Warnings: NONE....slight fluff

“What time is it,” William asked shoving a big bite of pancake in his mouth.

“Son, its only 8am,” Oliver laughed at his son’s excitement.

You walked in the kitchen and sat down next to William. Oliver slide over a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee. After taking a sip you looked at your husband.

“What time is it,” you asked excitedly and nervously.

Oliver and William laughed as your husband walked over to you and places a kiss on your temple while placing his had on your ever growing belly. Today was the gender reveal party that Thea and Facility planned. You and William were excited to find out what the gender of the baby was, while Ollie was just excited to be having a baby with the love of his life. After all the bad in his life he was happy to have this good thing/things.

“Its just another party,” Oliver said taking a sip of his coffee.

“Ollie, your not looking forward to finding out the gender of our baby,” you asked tearing up.

“Sweetheart, I don’t care if we are having a boy or girl. I just want to have a happy healthy baby with the love of my life,” Oliver replied rubbing your back.

Oliver was right, it doesn’t matter if you were having a boy or girl. Honestly, your would have rather stayed home with the two men in your life but if you did Thea would drag you kicking and screaming.

After Oliver calmed you down from your crazy hormonal episode, the three of you finished breakfast. The party wasn’t until noon so there were four hours to kill.  William went back to his room to play some video game while you took an shower and Oliver clean the kitchen.

“(Y/n) you ok,” Oliver asked after you had been in the shower for an hour.

He walked into the bathroom and found you sitting on the floor of the shower crying. He climbed in and pulled you into his arms letting his t-shirt and sweatpants get soaked. Oliver and you just sat there for a couple minutes.

(N/n) what’s wrong,” he asked.

“What if i’m a bad mom,” you asked Ollie looking over your shoulder.

“Impossible, i’ve seen the way you care about William. I know that you will be a great mom,” he responded laughing.

You gave him a small smile and laughed when you noticed that he was soaking wet. Oliver helped you up and out the shower while he got out of his soaking pjs and took a shower himself.  After getting dressed in maternity leggings and a (f/c) T-shirt dress you laid in bed and continued reading the book on your nightstand.

When ollie was done, he got dressed is just jeans and a t-shirt and went to his office t work on some mayoral things. The three of you were doing your separate things til William ran into your room excitingly.

“Its 11:30 come on lets go,” William said basically bouncing off the walls.

When you found out your were pregnant you were worried not about what Ollie thought but about what William thought. You were scared he would think that this baby would be more important to him but when you and Oliver told him he was excited to be a big brother.

After you got out of bed you and William ran, well William ran you wattled, to Oliver’s office. Oliver laughed at the sight of his pregnant wife and son jumping with excitement and telling him to hurry up. He finished looking over the budget for the police (idk what mayors do) and closed his computer.

The car ride there consisted of William going back and forth over either wanting to have a baby brother or sister, and you staring into space imagining your life with a baby boy then again with a baby girl. Spoiler alert both were full of sleepless nights and tears from you. Oliver held your hand and shot down williams dream to play some video game with a little brother.

“William, you won’t be able to play Modern Warfare with a newborn,” he laughed.

When we pulled up to Oliver’s childhood home, Thea, Felicity and Dig came outside and greeted us. Thea walked past her brother and gave you a big hug. Oliver faked a hurt look while Thea ignored him and then went to hug her nephew.

“OMG you’re glowing,” Felicity stated pulling you into a hug.

“I think the term you are looking for is gigantic,” you said returning the hug.

“She’s right (y/n) you look amazing,” Oliver said placing a kiss on your temple.

“You have to say that cause you are coming home with me.”

“No it the truth. You are the most beautiful person in the multiverse.”

“Wow you’re cheesy Mr. Queen. Now lets find out if we are having a little girl or another boy. “

The two of you walked into the Queen Mansion. Moira was standing in the parlor by a table with little paper pins of the supergirl symbol and flash symbols. With a sign that read “will baby Queen be Supergirl or flash?”

“Omg this is too cute,” you said picking up each symbol.

Oliver looked over at his sister and Felicity. Dig laughed at Ollie’s reaction an pined a flash symbol to his shirt. William grabbed a flash symbol then went to hug Moira.

“Whose idea was this,” Oliver asked when you put on a supergirl symbol.

“Ours,” Kara and Berry said walking out of the living room.

“Kara, you’re here,” you exclaimed running or more likely waddling towards your best friend.

“I would never miss the baby shower,” she responded hugging you.

After you grabbed a supergirl symbol which matched the one Kara was wearing and she pulled you into the living room which was decked out in supergirl and flash decorations also pink and blue balloons. There was the famous first picture of Kara flying and a picture of the Flash above the fireplace. All of our superhero friends were here including our DEO friends from Earth-19.  It  was nice seeing everyone when it didn’t involve a worlds ending crisis.

Oliver walked over to you to take in the decorations and the fact that he has to look at a dozen pictures of Barry and Kara. You looked over at your husband and saw that he was wearing a supergirl and flash symbol on his shirt. Before you could comment on the buttons Sara walked into the mansion with the legends.

“Sara, how can someone with a time machine always be late,” you joked hugging her.

“Mick,” Sara replied as an excuse and with that one word you completely understood.

After ten minutes of catching up with Alex, Kara, and Brainy, it was time to play some games. Thea grabbed you and Oliver and brought you two to the front of room. The first game was guess the baby food. Kara and Felicity walked around the room with a plater of baby food jars with no labels and tiny plastic spoons.

After playing guess the baby food, baby bingo, baby birthday pool, and having everyone write wishes for baby queen, and scarfing down three sandwiches, two cake pops and some fruit it was time for the big reveal. Thea directed everyone out to the backyard while Dig and Barry brought out a wooden target with the words ‘Supergirl or The Flash’ in red and blue. There were three black balloons pinned to the plywood. Felicity stood infant of the target and explained that the colors in the balloons will match the superhero costumes so red is for the flash and blue is for supergirl. Thea brought Oliver a bow and three arrows.

“Really speedy,” Oliver asked smiling.

“Its cute ollie,” Thea replied patting his back.

You laughed at how the green arrow is gonna fire an arrow to find out if the baby is “supergirl” or the “Flash”. Oliver wouldn’t admit it cause he is a stubborn bastard but he thought the idea was cute. You went up behind Oliver and wrapped your arms around him and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Don’t miss,” you teased him.

“You think your cute,” he retorted as you let him go and stood behind him.

“I know I am.”

Oliver shook his head and let out a small laugh as he grabbed an arrow and pulled the drawstring back. Everyone beside William and I were standing three feet behind Oliver watching to see what color explodes from the balloons. Oliver let the arrow fly and it hit the black ballon on the right and white paint exploded. Oliver reloaded the bow and took aim. William and you were anxiously waiting to see if the next shoot would be red or blue. Oliver released the arrow and shot the balloon on the left. The balloon released white paint again. In that moment you mentally cursed Felicity, Thea, and Kara for setting up the reveal like this. The suspense was killing you.

“Babe come here,” Oliver called to you.

You walked over and Oliver handed you the bow. “Sweetheart, you know I cant shoot a bow like you can,” you explained trying to give the bow back.

“I will help you,” he said pulling you back towards him.

Oliver grabbed the last arrow and placed it on the string. He placed his hand over your on the bow and guided your other hand to the string. The two of you pulled the sting back and Oliver helped you relax your shoulders.

“Take a deep breath and focus on the target.”

“You sure you don’t want to do this yourself.”

“Be quiet and focus.”

Oliver helped you correct your position and placed his hands back over yours. You and Oliver took a deep breath and he whispered “Let go” in your ear. The arrow flew across the yard and landed center of the last balloon. Blue paint exploded from the balloon. A girl. You and Oliver were having a girl. You dropped the bow and turned around and wrapped your arms around your husband. William ran over and hugged the both of you.

“Congratulations,” everyone yelled.

Moira and Thea came over to y’all and pulled you and Oliver into a hug. It didn’t matter what color came out of the balloon because you knew no matter what this baby would be loved and protected. I mean her god mother was freaking supergirl.

“You happy,” you asked your husband.

“Yes, now I don’t have to watch you dress my baby in flash onesies,” he said placing a kiss on your temple.

“I can still do that just to annoy you.”

“I guess it will be cool to have a little sister,” William said. You laughed at his reaction and pulled him into a hug.

After a couple minutes, everyone went back inside to finish the party. The party lasted another hour and Moira left to finish some business for Queen Consolidated and the rest of our non-super friends left. Team supergirl, team flash, the rest of team arrow, the legends, and Kate Kane stayed. Since we didn’t have to keep any secrets now we decided to open some presents.

Kara gave us a cute supergirl onesie with a little cape and a bib that read ‘stronger than supergirl’. “Kara this is too cute,” you hugged your best friend again. “Please this is nothing. Im going to spoil her so much.”

Alex gave us a cute teddy bear. “Thanks Alex,” you said giving it a tight squeeze. “Its just like the one my dad gave me when I was younger.”

Jon gave us some martian baby toy. It looked like a block of bedrock. “Its an old martian toy. It can shift to what every toy she thinks about.” “That is really cool Jon, thanks.”

Brainy gave us a cd with classical music to play during bedtime because it has been proven to increase intelligence. “Thank you Brainy.” “It has my favorites. Playing it every night will increase the baby’s intelligence by 45%.”

Kate got us a lot of diapers and pacifiers. “I didn’t know what to get so,” “No Kate this is great thanks.”

The Legends gave us a bunch of baby toys the stole from time. Some from the past and some from the future. “These are really cool.” “This one was from Queen Victoria’s nursery,” Nate explained. “Having these won’t mess up the time line will they?” Oliver asked. “Probably,” Mick said.  “I don’t know,” Nate said.  “No,”Sara said. “We will find out,” ray commented.

Caitlyn gave us a little baby booties/socks that monitor the baby’s vitals when she is sleeping. “Caitlyn this is awesome. Thank you,” “your welcome.”

Cisco build a little mobile with all the our symbols and it played “twinkle twinkle little star” “This is pretty cool Cisco,” Oliver stated spinning it around. “It also can create a protective force field around the crib at the push of this button,” he said handing you a small black remote. “Ok, that’s great. Hopefully we never need it,” you said looking closely at the mobile.

Iris and Barry gave us of course two flash onesies and a little green arrow one too. “Wow thanks Barry,” Oliver said in a monotone. “Come one ollie, these are really cute,” you pleaded holding up one of the flash ones.

Ralph gave us a cute little dinosaur plushie. “Thank you Ralph. This little guy is really cute.”

Thea and roy got us a little pink blanket. “Speedy is that,” Oliver asked.

“Yea mom helped me find it.” “Ollie what is it,” you asked taking the blanket from him. “This is her old blanket. Thea would never go anywhere without it.” “Thea this is so sweet.”

Dig and Lila got us a bunch of baby thing that they said saved their lives with baby Sara. “Trust us you will need these,” Lila explained. “Thanks you guys.”

Felicity got us a bunch of little books. “These are perfect Felicity,” you thanked her.

After presents, Oliver, dig, Barry, and William loaded the car up with all the stuff and the three of you left to head home. The car ride home was quiet; William was playing his video games and you and Oliver just held hands in silence. It was perfect. The silence only broke one time when William commented, “Just so you know I'm not playing dress up or attending a tea party.” You laughed and looked at your husband. The two of you just knew that William will end up doing anything for his little sister.

#oliver queen x reader #oliver queen imagine #arrow imagine #green arrow #cw arrow

[bronykacchan]

📂

katsuki absolutely loves pet names and affection. especially when he’s being picked up. but he’s too stubborn to say anything.

the first one to figure this out is eijirou. one night, when they were studying together in his dorm room, he accidentally calls kat “love.” katsuki immediately turns bright fucking red and is biting the insides of his lips/cheeks to contain his smile. he fails. eijirou is like “?!?!?!” and asks kat if he’s okay with being called pet names. katsuki goes “it’s whatever i guess. do what you fucking want.” which is ‘yes’ in bakugou.

it spirals from there. one day, while they’re sparring together on the weekend, eijirou picks him up making katsuki giggle and laugh super hard. on the inside eijirou is like “....inch resting....”

so one day, he gets bold and just. picks him up, throws him over his shoulder, and spins around with him. katsuki is giggling, laughing, and snorting. his smile is so huge, and it causes ei to smile real big as well.

then, he goes even farther. they’re studying again. it’s silent, a comfortable silence, but eijirou is getting restless. he needs to get his energy out. suddenly, and idea dawns on him. he looks over to kat, who’s sittin, doin his work like a good student, and pounces.

he tackles katsuki to the ground and just starts tickling him. “ei-hehehe-ji-hehehehehe-rouuuu” he whines in between laughter from his place on the ground. eventually, kiri gives up. katsuki has tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard, his stomach and cheeks hurt.

“you’re like a dog. constantly needing attention and someone to play with you.” katsuki snorts, looking up at him from his place on the ground. “oh yeah? well guess what else this dog can do?” kiri grabs him and holds him on his lap, pressing kisses all over his face and neck, causing kat to giggle even harder and turn even more red.

eventually, the rest of the bakusquad figures this out. katsuki lets them in on one of the study sessions because they’re so stupid. he needs to help them or he’s gonna punch something.

by then, they already have a little habit of ei tackling katsuki and tickling him, picking him and spinning around with him, kissing him, play wrestling, etc. kiri was getting restless again and just. attacks him. the squad is like “holy shit. kiri’s gonna die. he’s gonna be a dead man. bakubro’s gonna kill him.”

but instead, they hear hysterical giggling. “kiri...” he whines between giggles. kirishima ignores him, and goes back to kissing his face all over making him giggle even harder. eventually katsuki pushes him off.

“awww c’mon, love!” kat snorts at him and lightly elbows him. “back to work shitty hair.”

it was like a switch flipped in the rest of the squads head. “we gotta see him like this again. he’s so cute holy shit.”

sero is the first to crack. they’re sitting together at their lunch table, waiting for the others when it happens. they’re arguing about something stupid again and sero throws in a “darling.” katsuki immediately shuts down. his face is completely red and he lets out a strangled noise. sero immediately smirks. “you good there, darling?” katsuki just nods his head rapidly and lets out a high pitched whine-like noise.

kirishima arrives and immediately knows what just happened, by the look on both of their faces. katsuki, completely bright red, looking like his brain was reloading while sero sat there, with a very satisfied smirk on his face. “oh god sero you broke him.” he laughed. “don’t worry this happened the first time i called him ‘love’”

mina is next. she barges into his room one night. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING RACCOON EYES?!?!” she just shushes him and puts a blanket on top of his head. that immediately calms him down for some reason. she plops right on down next to him and brings out her laptop and opens netflix. once she has everything set up, she takes the blanket off katsukis head, whose whole face scrunches up, eyes blinking up at her. “c’mon baby.” she coos at him, gesturing to to her lap. his whole face becomes bright red, and he complies.

he lays his head in her lap, while she turns on a movie for them to watch. she lays the blanket back over katsuki’s body and runs her fingers through his, surprisingly soft, hair. eventually he dozes off in her lap. happy that her “plan” worked, she falls asleep with him.

denki is next. the class is doing partnered sparring. denki is paired with katsuki. now denki knows that he cannot win against katsuki. he’s way too strong. so he decides to play dirty.

it’s nearing the end of their fight, katsuki about to finish it, when it happens. “oh you really think you can beat me, angel?” and like that, katsuki shuts down. denki attacks and pins him to the ground. “i win, sweetheart.” he leans down and whispers in his ear. katsuki promptly malfunctions. seeing the look on katsuki’s face, he immediately gets a shit eating grin. he gets off of him and offers him a hand up. “c’mon, doll. don’t want to keep the others waiting.”

when denki and kat return to their friends, katsuki immediately walks over to mina and just. buries his head in her shoulder and let’s out a strangled whine.

“denki, dude. that was not fair.” sero laughed.

“yeah! leave my baby alone!” she swatted denki’s arm, still holding katsuki in her other arm.

katsuki got even more flustered and nuzzled his head deeper into minas neck. “i hate you all.” comes his muffled voice. “we love you too baby!” she cheerfully tells him.

finally, kyouka gave in. after hearing the rest of her friends call katsuki affectionate pet names, she realizes just how cute he is.

she goes and asks him to help her out with a new song and he agrees, grumbling the whole time.

she was showing him the lyrics when it happened. “does this line sound okay, honey?” and like always. there goes his coherency and able to form thoughts. his mind just. shuts off on him.

he doesn’t trust his voice to give a vocal response, so he just nods. satisfied, she smirks and continues on with showing him the outline of her song, dropping the occasional “honey” on him.

lastly, it was shinsou

when he joined class 1A, he did not know he’d like it so much. he didn’t know thatd he’d join this group of idiots, and he certainly didn’t think he’d be friends with katsuki bakugou, bad boy of the hero course. but here he is.

the first time he hears mina call katsuki “baby” he thinks his hearing is messed up. he expected katsuki to blow her up, not giggle and blush. he was about to say something but he saw the look of pure joy and happiness on kat’s face and stopped. he didn’t want to upset him.

a few months into hanging out with the bakusquad, he finally gave in.

“hey firecracker, c’mere for a second.” he calls to him. and oh man. the facial expression katsuki has at that moment.

his face is bright fucking red. even redder than the other times his friends called him pet names for the first time. because he certainly did not expect shinsou to join in.

still, he walks over to where shinsou stands and helps him with whatever task he needed help with. when they finished, shinsou leaned down and kissed his forehead. “thanks, kitten” he purred in his ear.

suddenly, small sparks started to come of katsuki’s cheeks. this has happened only once before, when he was super embarrassed/flustered. the fact that shinsou, of all people was able to make him spark, made him even more embarrassed.

other than calling katsuki pet names, the taller members of the squad liked to randomly pick katsuki up out of nowhere, much like kirishima does. katsuki could be in the middle of a conversation with someone and sero would just.... waltz on over and pick him up, bridal style, and walk away with him.

shinsou liked to throw him over his shoulder and carry him around like that. same with kirishima.

kyouka and mina would hop on katsuki’s back, demanding a piggy back ride. mina could also pick katuski up, because she’s super buff, but not for long.

denki likes to hold hands with kat. just randomly walk up to him and lace their fingers together, using dumb pick up lines on him causing him to laugh super hard.

someone had their arm around katsuki’s shoulder at all times. they all love to cuddle with him. especially since he’s a little spoon. mina loves to just bury her head in his back and fall asleep because he’s just so warm.

they also like to blow raspberries on his stomach and cheeks, just to see that blinding smile he gives them. 

once they started with the affection towards katsuki, they couldn’t stop. the more he blushed and giggled, the more they wanted to be even more affectionate. he’s just so cute.

they just... love their angry kitten. they love him so much.

#SPREADING MY POLY BAKUSQUAD AGENDA!!!!!! #kiribaku #kiribakumina #bakushima #bakumina #minabaku #bakujirou #kamibaku #bakukami #serobaku #bakusero #bakushin #shinbaku #bakusquad #bakusqaud #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou bnha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #kacchan #bakugo headcanons #bakubowl

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Terrigenisis (Part 2)

Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 3067

Summary: Your life is torn apart after undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to civilian life. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild your life.

Part 1 

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A few weeks passed and you had settled into the routine of training, paperwork, and boredom whenever the rest of the team was on a mission. You had formed a quick bond with Wanda and the rest of the team was slowly letting you in. You were fluent in Sokovian. Natasha was helping you with Russian. Bucky was teaching you Romanian. 

It was Thursday and since the entire team was at the compound Steve declared it team dinner and game night. You were fairly quiet during dinner. The rest of the team bantered and laughed. During dessert, Steve had everyone write down a game and threw them all in a bowl. Being the hilarious person you are, you decided on Truth or Dare figuring it would be a fun way to learn about your new teammates. He walked over to you and asked you to pull one. 

“Alright, our game is… “ You look down at the slip of paper and see Truth or Dare, but it’s not your handwriting. Looking over at Steve, you snatch the bowl from him and look through the rest of the slips. 

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” Steve asks. 

“All the slips say the same thing, Truth or Dare. Except one that says Monopoly.” You say. 

“Bruce, we are not playing Monopoly ever again!” Natasha smirks at him, “Wait! That means you wrote Truth or  Dare, too!”

You grin at her. 

“We’re going to play the adult, no holds barred version.” Sam says. 

"I second that!" Tony raises his hand.

“Then we need some drinks and comfy couches.” Natasha says and everyone moves to the common room. Tony goes to the bar and begins making drinks for everyone. 

"Who goes first?" Wanda asks, curling up beside Vision on one end of the couch. Natasha and Bruce curl up together. 

You take a seat on the couch and Bucky sits next to you. You give him a small smile. He's been teaching you a lot at the range and your aim was improving. Steve sits on the other side of you and Sam sits next to him. Clint takes a chair with a grin on his face.

"Sam, start us off!" Tony says.

"Alright!" Sam rubs his hands together and eyes everyone in the room before his gaze settles on you. "Newbie, truth or dare?"

"Let's start slow. Truth." You say, already feeling a little heat in your cheeks.

"I'll go easy on you for this first one. How old were you the first time?"

"Uhhhh... 20."

"20? Late bloomer?" Sam smirks.

"20 is not that old for that!" You laugh, "How old were you?"

"Oh, no. It's not my turn!"

"Right, okay. Natasha, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"I dare you to let someone do a body shot off of you."

She turns to Bruce with a grin and Tony hands her a shot of whiskey. She settles the glass into her bra and straddles Bruce. He's grinning and bright red but takes the shot from her with his mouth and then kisses her. 

"Hot damn!" You say and giggle. Both Steve and Bucky look at you grinning. "They're so cute!" You whisper to them.

"Steve, truth or dare?" Natasha eyes the super soldier.

"Truth." Steve scowls at her jokingly.

"Do you like being called Captain in bed?" Natasha smiles wickedly.

"I don't mind pulling rank occasionally." Steve says as he turns red in the face. 

"O Captain, my captain!" Natasha teases.

"Sam, truth or dare." Steve says quickly. 

The game goes on and eventually circles back to you.

"Truth." You say avoiding the goofy and sexy dares that have gone around. 

"When was your last one night stand?" Vision asks.

"Never had one." You bite your lip awaiting the response. 

"What!?!" Natasha says. "Seriously? Never?"

"Nope."

"Wait, how old were you when you met Charlie?" Wanda asks.

"20." You say knowing exactly where this line of questioning was going to end.

"Was he your first?"

You just nod. Wanda squeals, "That's so sweet! How did you meet?" Natasha clears her throat and gives Wanda dagger eyes. Wanda's eyes widen and she looks at you sorrowfully, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking!"

"No, it's fine. I don't mind talking about Charlie. I was 20 and in college when we met. Saw this really cute guy at my rock climbing gym and he ended up coming over and climbing next to me. Charlie was super sweet and talkative and funny. We climbed and talked for 45 minutes and then he told me it was nice to meet me and left. Didn't ask for my number or anything and I was so bummed! So, two days later, I'm at my karate class and they are introducing a new instructor. Same cute guy from the gym. After class ended, he walked straight to me and asked me out. Said he’d been kicking himself for two days for not asking for my number at the gym. We dated for three years and then decided to get married while on vacation in Cancun."

"How long were you married?" Wanda asks.

"We were going on vacation to celebrate 8 years when it happened." You smile sadly. 

"I'm sorry." Wanda says.

"Thank you." You whisper. The mood in the room has sombered considerably. "So, anyway, that's why I have never had a one night stand. And so it's my turn to ask. Sam, truth or dare?"

"Truth." He smiles at you.

"Are you a boobs or a butt man?"

"I gotta say butt." Sam grins, "Tony, truth or dare."

"Dare." Tony says.

"Kiss the most beautiful person in the room." Sam smiles and holds out his arms jokingly. 

Tony simply lifts his hand to his face and kisses himself. "Too easy."

"That's not right, man." Sam scoffs.

"Truth or dare, Bucky." Tony smirks.

"Dare." Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Why don’t you give the new girl a welcome kiss?" Tony grins.

Bucky turns to you and says, "Is that okay with you, Doll?”

“Sure, Bucky. Lay it on me.” You smile.

With a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks, Bucky leans over and kisses your cheek. You laugh as the team erupts in boos at Bucky’s chaste kiss. 

“No go!” Tony yells over the heckles of the others, “Give her a real kiss!”

Bucky leans over and whispers in your ear, “Should we show them what a real kiss looks like?”

You nod, grab Bucky by the shirt and pull him to you. He melds his mouth to yours and leans into you. You both lose yourselves in the kiss, concentrating on putting a show on for the group who cheers and yells encouragement. By the time you break apart, Bucky had leaned you so far back you were practically in Steve’s lap, who is red in the face. 

“That was definitely a real kiss.” You whisper to Bucky who chuckles and winks.

The game goes on for a while and drinks flow. Finally, everyone says good night and you head to your room. A knock on the door only a few minutes later and you let Wanda in. 

“I wanted to say sorry again for earlier. I feel like I was insensitive. Are you okay?” She asks in Sokovian. 

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I don’t mind talking about Charlie. We were together for 11 years. He was a big part of my life. You weren’t being insensitive, you were just curious. Okay?” You reply. 

“Thanks. I’m just really glad I didn’t hurt you. So, ummm…” Wanda’s eyes were wandering. 

You smirked knowing exactly what she wanted to ask, “It was just a kiss.”

“Really? You don’t think maybe?” 

You just smile but a little blush starts to come to your cheeks. 

“Something is there! Tell me.” Wanda squeals.

“It was nothing really. I just haven’t kissed anyone in over a year. Damn, it felt good.” You laugh at yourself. 

“So, do you like him?”

“I’m not quite ready for that yet, Wanda. I mean, I just took my wedding band off three weeks ago. My life has been insane the past year. I don’t know if I’m in the right place for that yet.” You look at Wanda and she pulls you into a hug. 

“I understand.” Wanda says.

“I will admit that Bucky is hot. And, whoa, he can kiss.” You smile at Wanda who giggles.

“Yeah. Sleep well.” Wanda says as she leaves. 

“Night.” You say.

--

The next morning you get to the range for your daily lesson. Bucky wasn’t there yet so you pull out your favorite gun and begin practice rounds without him. You are checking your target after your first clip when Bucky walks in. 

“Hey.” You say with a smile. 

“Hey. Nice grouping. Your aim is improving.” He studies the target. 

“Thanks. I’ve got a good teacher.” You notice he seems nervous and wonder if the kiss last night is making him feel awkward. “I really appreciate all your help, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome.” He finally looks you in the eye and smiles. 

“We okay? After last night?’ You ask, feeling the need for reassurance. 

“Yeah.” He nods, “Now, reload. I want that grouping a little tighter this time.”

“You got it, Sergeant.” You smile and get back to work. 

--

At lunch time, you are in the kitchen making a sandwich. Your headphones are in as usual and you are lip syncing with the song playing. Suddenly, one of your earphones is taken out of your ear and you look over to see Bucky stick it in his own ear. 

"Thought I'd see what you're always listening to." Bucky smirks.

"Varies from day to day. Today's selection is classic rock." You finish making your sandwich as he listens along to Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. The playlist shuffles to the next song, Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas. You smile at Bucky, "This is one of my favorites."

"You have interesting taste." Bucky chuckles.

"Oh, this is nothing. Your head would reel at some of my other playlists." 

"I'll have to steal one of your earbuds more often. Get acquainted with the musical tastes of our newest member." 

"I shall educate you thoroughly on the music of the decades." You joke as you move to the table to eat. Bucky joins you with his food and you chat as the rest of the team filters in. 

When he finishes, Bucky hands you back the earbud and says, "I look forward to my continued education."

You laugh, "You got it, Sergeant."

--

The team is sent on another mission and are gone for over a week. You continue to train, work with Redtail, take target practice, do paperwork, and try not to be bored out of your mind. As soon as FRIDAY tells you the quinjet is landing with the team, you sprint to them. Wanda is one of the first out and you embrace her. 

“I’m so glad you’re back. How did it go? Is everyone okay?” You rush your words, happy to see her.

“It went fine. Everyone is okay.” Wanda smiles, but looks tired. “I think we are all exhausted, though.” 

“I hear you. Let me know if you need anything.” You move on and welcome back the rest of the team. Fist bump with Sam, a side hug with Nat, a smile for Vision, you greet each one of them. When Steve and Bucky are the last to exit, you hug them both. “I’m glad you guys are back. Ya good?”

“Yeah, doll, tired.” Bucky says. 

“Everything went according to plan. I think everyone is exhausted.” Steve says. 

“I’ll take care of dinner tonight. Everybody could use a good meal. Go rest up for a while, guys.” You pat them each on the arm. 

“Thanks.” Steve says as he and Bucky head in. You follow behind and go to the kitchen to begin dinner prep. 

After dinner that night, you go outside to check on Redtail and Sam joins you. You pull out an extra falconry glove for him and he grins. 

“You think she’ll come to me?” Sam asks.

“I’m pretty sure she will. She likes you.” You warg into Redtail and ask her to come.

Redtail lets out a caw as she soars out of her dogwood tree and down to Sam’s outstretched hand. She immediately begins chittering at Sam and leans into him. 

“Bring her head closer to you. She won’t hurt you.” You guide him. 

Sam brings Redtail closer to his face and Redtail rubs her head against his cheek. A display of affection you’ve only ever seen her do with you. “Hey there, Redtail.” Sam croons at the bird.

You laugh delightedly at Sam’s reaction. “You should go flying with her one day. I bet it’d be amazing.”

“Next time I do a test run I’ll let you know.” Sam says as he pets Redtail’s chest. 

You reach out for Redtail and she climbs onto your glove. “Hey sweet girl.”

“How long have you had her?” Sam asks. 

“She’s been with me about eight months now. I found her shortly after she lost her mate. I think we kinda bonded over that.” 

“What happened?” 

“Red-tailed Hawks mate for life. Hers was shot down as they were building their nest.”

“I’m sorry.” Sam says to Redtail. “And for you. I can’t imagine. It seems like you’ve been through a lot, but you, uh, you never seem angry about it.”

“Oh, I am sometimes. I don’t know. I just keep thinking it’s gonna get better. It has to level out at some point.” You say sadly. 

“I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Sam puts a hand on your arm. 

“I know. It’s okay. We all know about loss. Just some of us more than others. I feel, uh, selfish when I compare my losses to Steve and Bucky’s. They lost their whole world.”

“Doesn’t make what we go through less painful.” Sam says.

“Gives it some perspective, though.” You nod and Sam returns it. 

“You’re a pretty cool chick.” Sam smiles.

“Thanks, Sam. You’re a pretty cool guy, too. I’m glad we’ve become friends.” You turn to Redtail still resting on your arm. “And I’m glad we’re besties.” You say booping your head to hers and then lifting your arm. Redtail takes flight and you watch her for a few minutes as she makes graceful loops. 

“Well, since we’re friends. That kiss with Bucky, huh?” Sam smirks.

“It was just a kiss, Sam. A dare.” You laugh. 

“Really? It looked pretty intense”

“Really. We were just putting on a show. Besides, I doubt I’m his type.” You scoff.

“Why would you say that?” Sam raises an eyebrow. 

You roll your eyes at him and walk inside. 

“Oh, no, you aren’t getting away that easily.” Sam strides up beside you. 

“Kinda out of my league, don’t ya think?” You laugh.

“No. So, you do like him?” Sam says.

“I mean he’s hot, but is there an Avenger who isn’t?” 

“That includes you.”

“I’m not an Avenger yet.”

“You’re still hot.”

“Flirting with the new recruit, Sam?” Steve appears as you and Sam enter the elevator. 

“Just letting her know that she’s on the same hotness level as the rest of the team. Right, Steve?” Sam smirks.

“Uh, yeah.” Steve says as a tinge of pink creeps into his cheeks. 

“See?” Sam says triumphantly. 

“Paint a guy into a corner, Sam. What else could he say?” You give Sam a look. 

“What? No! You’re beautiful!” Steve says emphatically.

You stare at him for a moment surprised by his vehemence. Licking your lips, you say, “Uh, thanks, Cap.” And swallow thickly.

“Uh, yeah, I mean. You are. You’re beautiful. You shouldn’t doubt that.” Steve says. The air is suddenly thick between the two of you and Sam’s head swivels back and forth watching you both. You give a pink-cheeked Steve a small smile before he straightens and stares a hole through the elevator doors. 

You sneak a glance back at Sam who has a gleeful expression across his face as he looks at Steve. You have a feeling Steve isn’t going to live this little encounter down for quite some time. 

--

A few days later, you are loitering in the common room when you decide you should check in with Redtail. You warg but immediately drop it when your mouth fills with the taste of oil and blood. “Ugh!” You exclaim heading to the kitchen and snatching a glass of juice out of Steve’s hand to take a long drink. 

“Uhhh… okay?” Steve and Bucky are staring at you like you have lost your mind. 

“I’m so sorry!” You cough a little. Your stomach is churning. “I warged into Redtail and she had apparently caught herself a snake. I’ve never caught her eating before and I could taste it. It was disgusting!” You laugh at yourself and how ridiculous it sounded. Steve and Bucky are chuckling too which makes you feel better. “I’ll fix you another glass.”

“Thanks. What other animals have you warged?” Steve asks.

“Um, cats, dogs, a horse, a goldfish. That was funny. For a watery creature they are airheads. Lots of birds. They’re my favorite. Emu was funny. They're fighting crazy...” You list a few more animals and the guys are chuckling at your descriptions. 

“And you can’t do this with humans, right?” Bucky asks. 

“No. It’d be nice, though, right. Just take over the target and have them deliver themselves to you?” 

“Make our jobs a lot easier.” Steve smiles. 

“Speaking of the job, any idea on a timeline for me?” You knew Steve was sizing you up everyday at training. “I’m not trying to push. But paperwork sucks.” You laugh lightly. 

“Yeah, it does.” Bucky agrees. 

"It's only been a few weeks." Steve says.

"I know. I'm not asking for a pass. Just a timeline. Some goals, markers, something. I'm a planner, Steve. I need a plan." Self-deprecation evident in your voice.

"Okay, I get that. Let me work some things out and we'll talk." He says.

"Thank you." You smile. "That'll really help me."

"You're a planner?" Bucky chuckles.

"Yeah. I like to have goals. Things to work towards. I mean, I'm okay with spontaneity, but limbo sucks." 

“That’s the truth.” Bucky smiles at you. It looks like he’s about to say something more but then he turns back to Steve.

Part 3

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The Pearl Princess

Pairing: Din Djarin x female!reader Word Count: 2.1k T/W: just some cuteness A/N: posting a day early, because I’ve got a busy weekend and may not be on here much, (rough outfit reference: Jyn without the vest)

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The Mandalorian finished reloading his weapons, and for the first time in his life when he locked the weapons chamber he worried it was too loud. Looking over to your sleeping form, he stared for a moment, letting his hand slip down the metal door, he inhaled. ‘Has my Rescuer finally found me?’ rang through his head relentlessly. His fingers tightened around the metal door’s edge, until his attention was drawn away from you by a familiar cooing.

 He turned silently, seeing the Child standing a few feet away from him, “sorry,” Din started walking over to him, “I know I’ve been a little. . .preoccupied.” 

The Child tilted his head, ears folding back a little, as he reached his arms out as an indicator for the Mandalorian. Din bent over to pick him up, “alright, let’s find you something to eat.”  Taking one more look at you, he started up the ladder—

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking a little confused. You were seeing the inside of a ship horizontally, furrowing your brows you looked around, no one was in sight. Startling faster than your head thanked you for, you jolted, blankets folding at your waist. Beginning to frantically breathe, you had flashbacks of the Rodian’s ship hull you were kept in. Pushing back the blankets and swinging your feet off the makeshift bed, you were about to stand up when someone entered and you froze.

“Hey, hey, ” his voice was hoarse and soft at the same time; he noticed your shifting eyes, still in confusion, “You’ve been asleep for four days,” he explained, hands held out in an attempt to calm you, “we’re back on the ship, and away from the Rodians and Tatooine.”

You nodded, remembering things here and there between your blacked out memory. Checking your wrists, you found them free and relaxed. Leaning back against the metal wall of the ship, you closed your eyes and sighed, Din found another box of cargo and brought it over to sit on. You rubbed your eyes and then your temples.

“So, I guess we’re nearly there then?” You asked, in a defeated tone. The Mandalorian shifted, pressing his palms together, you softly laughed, perking an eyebrow, “I’m not stupid. I know the journey was seven days, our stop on Tatooine meant only six days left, and now I’ve been asleep for four. . .,” you looked down to your own hands in your lap, “the galaxy should rejoice, only two more days and there’ll be no more-”

“I told you,” Din stated firmly, “I’m not taking you to that prison,” 

You raised your head, staring at what you assumed was his eye line, “you’re-” you looked more confused than he’d ever seen a person, “you’re not- you meant that? It wasn’t just a ploy to get me to come back?”

“No,” Din shook his head once, “I wouldn’t do that.” 

You lifted your head back, in suspicion for a moment, and then started quietly laughing again. Even though the context confused Din, he had to admit it was a beautiful sound, and much better than hearing you cry like back on Tatooine.

“I bet I looked absolutely ridiculous trying to fight a Mandalorian in full Beskar, with nothing but these fists,” you swallowed feeling embarrassed over something you only faintly remembered. 

“You looked like someone who just wanted to survive,” he answered honestly, “and you weren’t sure if I was going to help or-” 

“Who says I am now?” You tried, quirking an eyebrow.

You heard him inhale and exhale a deep sigh, your stubbornness was a tough thing for him to get past, “that’s fair,” he responded, making you smile, “just as long as you trust me when I say you’re safe.”

Your lips parted, that was something you had never heard in your life and it hit you harder than you expected it to, especially from someone who was still a stranger. Your breathing became somehow light and heavy at the same time as though for the first time you could finally, truly, freely breathe. Din was beginning to see your tough exterior fade away as you realised you didn’t need so much of it anymore. There was a softness to your tone and a brightness in your eyes.

There was a hesitation between who was going to speak next, thankful someone else was there to break the pause. With a curious little squeak, the Child made his presence known. He was on his way to hold on to Din’s boot when you noticed him. Hoisting your feet up onto the makeshift bed, you gasped.

“What is that?” You asked, unsure of how to feel, he didn’t look threatening, but you couldn’t be too careful.

“This is Grogu,” Din answered, watching the Child tighten his little fingers around a boot strap of his, “he won’t hurt you; I promise.” 

You leaned forward, questionably, but you couldn’t help but smile, “hello,” you reached a hand out, “Grogu.”

He perked up at you calling his name and released one hand from Din’s boot, taking a few small steps towards you. He curled his whole hand around two of your fingers, you smiled looking him over. You’d never seen anything like him, “such bright eyes.”

 Din softly laughed, causing you to look up, mildly astonished, “he just-” Din tilted his head at the child, “he gets that a lot.” 

Your smile widened, returning your gaze back to the little one. He was now reaching both arms up towards you and cooing happily. Soon Grogu was lifted into your lap. Din took in the interaction between the two of you. You settled Grogu comfortably and the two of you exchanged glances of wonder, Grogu had never seen such shiny pearls before and he was already quite fond of a certain shiny ball. Stroking his ear, you bit your bottom lip in, repressing another laugh as Grogu made a happy little snort. You tilted your head with him and held him securely. Suddenly Grogu’s eyes focused on a certain line of pearls hanging down from your temple. He cooed and reached a hand towards them with determination.

“Grogu, no-” Din quickly startled, reaching for Grogu’s small hands, “those aren’t a toy.”

“Ehh?” Grogu looked in Din's direction, almost shocked, his hand still reaching for your pearls.

“I’m sorry- he-”

“It’s okay,” you smiled lifting your head, taking in a quick breath at the realisation that the Mandalorian was now much closer to you than before, you blinked and then spoke in a softer voice, for some reason you couldn’t even say, “I don’t think he can do much to them, they’ve endured a lot.”

“Right,” Din swallowed, sitting back down across from you. 

Din watched Grogu’s little hand try to steady the swinging pearls, Grogu giggled as he almost caught them, then missed, and almost again- until finally wrapping his little hand around them. You lowered your head, almost touching the top of his, so Grogu could see the pearls without having to pull too much. Din fidgeted, still worried Grogu might use some of that Jedi force power on accident and break them. Instead, Grogu tried to put them in his mouth, causing Din to once again start to move towards the two of you hesitantly.

“Uh-oh,” you said, still smiling at Grogu, before Din had the chance to reach him, “I’m sorry, but those aren’t for eating, little one,” you gently removed the string from his hand and he snorted at you again, this time with a little more attitude. That was when Grogu decided he was done with being held by you, giving a small whine, “oh no, I think I’ve upset him.”

“No,” Din sighed, taking him from you, “he’s just always hungry.”

You nodded, watching Din set the child back on the floor, where he pouted, until the Mandalorian sighed, reluctantly reaching into one of his belt pouches, retrieving a small metal ball, much bigger than your pearls. As Grogu walked away with the metal ball, half in his hands and half in his mouth, you bit your lip again, looking over to the visibly stressed out Mandalorian. There was silence again.

“Oh,” Din started, standing and fetching a satchel for you. He brought it back and held it out towards you, nodding for you to take it, so you did. Your fingers briefly touched the back of his as you took the item from him. His hands were always covered, but it still felt oddly intimate to you. Din sat, and you unraveled the cloth satchel, revealing clothes. You held a few of the pieces up, stroking your hands across the fabric, it was so soft compared to what you had been allowed.

“Peli, on Tatooine, got them for you,” Din explained, “I- she thought you might like something different.”

“That’s very kind of her,” you spoke, fingertips touching everything now in your lap, it had been a long time since you’d had anything different, “if I ever meet her, I’ll have to thank her.”  

Even though all the colours were relatively neutral, it was from Tatooine after all, you touched the clothes like they were the nicest thing you’d ever seen, which would have shocked Din had he not known your past. Your title was royalty, but you’d hardly lived the life of one.Watching you, he noticed you hold up a silky, but plain, strapped gown; immediately he sighed.

‘Dank ferrick, Peli,’ he thought silently to himself, thankful for the helmet hiding an unusual blush rising in him

“She’s got quite the taste in fashion,” you remarked, trying not to blush too much yourself at the mere thought of yourself in something so revealing in front of him. You scolded yourself for so quickly feeling flushed around him, but it had been a long time since you were around another person.

“Oh she got something,”  Din shook his head, “I’ll be in the cockpit,” Din stood and walked to the ladder, “you’re welcome to change down here if you want, I’ll take Grogu with me.”

You gave an ‘okay,’ seeing him nod and pick up the child before climbing the ladder and closing the door behind him. You mixed a comfortable, but practical cream top with a dark grey bottom, shocked she’d even gotten you new boots. Slipping everything off and the new on, quickly, you were amazed at how much better you felt. The boots actually fit you and the clothes were beyond comfortable. Folding the remaining clothes, you placed them back in the satchel nicely. You caught a glimpse of yourself in some reflective metal and stopped to adjust your pearls a little, touching them softly.

Climbing your way up to the cockpit, you were granted entrance easily after a knock. Looking to your left, Grogu was having a snack and buckled in securely. You took your seat in the open passenger chair to the right quietly, not entirely familiar with everything yet, you looked around for the belt. 

“Did everything work?” The Mandalorian asked, spinning around to see you.

“Oh, yes,” you stopped your search for the belt, “I’m especially glad I could slip it over my head without touching the pearls too much,” you smiled, before bending over your knees in order to adjust your boot ties. Din couldn’t help but look at the pearls adorning your head. 

“How long has it been?” He suddenly asked, causing you to look up, “The pearls,” he explained with a quick, polite point.

“I’ve never taken them off since they were placed on my head,” you said honestly.

He looked like he was frozen, aside from his chest rising and falling more heavily than before. Din brought his hands off the controls to rest on top of his thighs, fidgeting a little, “really?” he asked with a softness you hadn’t heard before.

“Yeah,” you sat back, “they mean to me what that helmet means to you,” he swallowed at that, his jaw tightening, as you blinked at him before continuing, “yours is a creed, mine’s a symbol.”  

Din was momentarily speechless, it was rare he met someone that didn’t ask about the helmet, and even more rare that he met someone who understood. 

“So,” you exhaled, “where am I headed to now?”

“I’ve found a fairly remote planet to get some supplies on,” Din explained, turning back to his controls before looking over his shoulder at you, “since Tatooine didn’t go according to plan.”

You bit in your bottom lip and looked down at your hands in your lap, you felt bad, especially now knowing he really wasn’t going to take you, “yeah, sorry,” you say quietly.

“Don’t worry,” the Mandalorian said, “so far the best thing I’ve come across happened not according to plan,” Din looked over his other shoulder to Grogu, who was still enjoying his snack.

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[mieohmy]

𝖡𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝖭𝗈- w𝖺𝗂𝗍. M𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾? | 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖩𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇

PAIRING: agent! lee hyunjae x agent! reader

GENRE:  fluff, humor, angst, partners/friends-to-lovers, college au, secret agent! au, pining?

WC: 0.9k

NOTES: like one curse word, possible upcoming fic based on this 😳?

↳ “I thought you died.”

❋

Hyunjae knows he shouldn’t be worried. Everything was fine. You were okay-probably just chilling at home- maybe even reading that one book you kept rambling about to him. He really doesn’t want to think anything bad has happened to you. 

Most would say he was being dumb and paranoid for no reason. But there was a feeling. And it wasn’t right.

Not to forget that you two were secret agents working together. Mysterious hidden identities and all- except from each other, of course. but that was just because you guys were two poor college students that didn’t care about others knowing your “secret pastime.”

And being secret agents meant working in dangerous situations. With dangerous people. One mistake, and your death was imminent. 

So hyunjae wasn’t being unreasonable, right?

Especially when he sent you a good morning text today and you were yet to respond. You always responded within a couple of hours, yet it had been 9 hours, and the little ’read’ notification wasn’t there. 

Hyunjae swears he isn’t worried. Texting your friends, anyone around you if they had seen you but still nothing. You didn’t respond to their texts either, so his anxiety levels may or may not have been reaching the max.

You both shared your phone locations with each other just in case something were to happen. At first, you rejected, saying something along the lines of, “What? No. I mean, why? It’s not like you’re my boyfriend or something trying to know where I am all the time...” 

Even if he was your boyfriend, unfortunately he wasn’t, hyunjae wouldn’t want to be controlling your location at all times. It didn’t matter though, cause in the end you eventually agreed, and here you were to this day.

But for some reason, your phone was turned off today, no location was found. No way for hyunjae to know where you were.

All the worst possible thoughts filled his head.

Were you kidnapped?

Injured?

Even worse... 

Dead? 

Hyunjae would never dare tell anyone about the tears that almost sprung to his eyes when that word appeared in his mind, and it was associated with you.

That’s why he finds himself in front of your house, heaving from being in a panic and running straight over to your place. 

His mind’s a frenzy, the feeling of adrenaline still foreign no matter how many times he has felt it. Why his brain brought him to your house first, he doesn’t know. But he’s gotta start somewhere-if the feeling inside him is indeed right.

Hyunjae knocks desperately, insistently. When there’s no answer, he does it again. And again.

The feeling rises once more.

Hyunjae gives one hard, final pound before his hand slumps to his side, and he turns to leave, already thinking of the next place to visit.

But the sound of the door suddenly opening makes him whip back around.

It’s you. Tired and disheveled, but definitely you.

He would never be able to describe the feeling of seeing you alive and breathing.  He almost has to constrain himself from reaching for you, yearning for your touch.

“Hyunjae?”

“Baby, you-”

“Baby?”

“Baby!”

His hand flies to cover his mouth. “Wait, no I-I mean...” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” It wasn’t meant to be said aggressively, you were just genuinely shocked. 

“You weren’t responding to my messages, I asked around, but no one knew where you were, and your phone tracker was off-“ he pauses to recuperate. 

“I thought you died,” he breathes, words spilling out in relief.

You blink, brain reloading in an effort to comprehend everything he just said in five seconds. 

“Hyunjae. My phone was turned off because I was studying the whole day and didn’t want any distractions- I even told you yesterday. I might’ve fallen asleep on accident....” you trail off awkwardly. 

“But I missed your messages for one day, and you thought I died?”

He shifts, suddenly realizing the complete foolishness of the situation. 

Your face slowly breaks into an amused smile. 

“It was cute to see you so worried. Next time I’ll remember to leave my phone on, okay?”

Hyunjae nods, face flushing at the word cute. Ha. Him? Did you really just say he was cute?

You look around before speaking. “Well, I have to get back to cramming. You should be studying for your exams too, you know. We may be fighting bad guys on the dl, but we're still college students.”

“Right...” he whispers.

Your hand moves to the door, starting to shut it close. But before the door shuts completely, your voice calls out, “Don’t think I forgot about the baby -once exams are over, we’re discussing this!”

The door slams in his face and hyunjae can only stand there, fighting an internal battle to punch himself in embarrassment or just run off. 

He does finally leave, trudging away from your place with his mind in the clouds. 

Idiot. 

Baby?

Who calls their partner-in-crime who I suppose also could be considered a friend -baby?

What’s worse is that he wonders if you like the sound of it as much as he does. 

❋ 

Meanwhile, you’re more than glad that hyunjae isn't here to see how affected you are by his actions. Words. Just everything about that man.  

Falling on your bed next to the pile of notes, you close your eyes.

Did this man run all the way to your house thinking you died? 

And then call you baby for no reason?

Huh. 

Baby.

Your eyes flick open. 

You kinda like it.

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[heartfragment]

Heart Fragment Walkthrough: Kay

When you discover the secrets of your family's past, Kay is the first ally to appear. Kay does not define himself by the fact that he is blind; rather, he is dependable, energetic, and cheerful - like sunshine. But sometimes his happiness somehow feels like a mask that he puts on...

Note: Most endings have multiple ways of getting to them. This is a guide to guarantee you get them all, but feel free to mix and match or experiment with your own ideas!

Endings Overview

(for those who don't want a full guide, just the general idea of how to get the endings; if you want a step-by-step guide instead, keep reading!)

Kay branch 1 criteria: Certain traits will add points towards this branch. Branch 1 can be unlocked by focusing on the following traits: cautious, paranoid, nosey OR by having a heart that is orange or lower.

Kay branch 1, good end, romantic: end the route with a pink heart or higher

Kay branch 1, good end, platonic: end the route with an orange heart or lower

Kay branch 2 criteria: Branch 2 can be unlocked by focusing on the following traits: extremely high trust (bar to full is dark colored or almost fully dark colored), extremely low ego/selflessness (bar is pastel colored or almost fully pastel colored) OR by avoiding the traits paranoid, cautious, and nosey OR by heart that is pink or higher OR by selecting dialogue options that reinforce Kay's dependence on you.

Kay branch 2, good, romantic: end the route without any bad endings and you are guaranteed this, as there is no platonic end in branch 2

Kay bad ending 1: two potential moments can bring on this ending. 1st option is to keep your points with Kay low (a green heart or less is recommended) OR have the paranoid trait unlocked during Friday of Act 2. 2nd option is to have the paranoid trait unlocked during Sunday of Act 3

Kay bad ending 2: on branch 2 of Kay's route, have the nosey trait OR select to "search a bit more" when prompted

Kay bad ending 3: on branch 2 of Kay's route, have a dagger heart next to Kay's name

Kay bad ending 4: on branch 2 of Kay's route, choose "leave now" when prompted

Full Walkthrough - Common Route

Speak your mind

Steam achievement granted when meeting Shannon: "Best Friends Forever"

Talk to her anyway

Ignore him and say nothing

Sit across the room

Search your father's name

Read the obituary as well

Steam achievement granted when finishing on your laptop: "Finding Answers"

I guess that wouldn't be so bad

Don't ask her

Nice to meet you

Steam achievement granted when meeting Kay: "Mr. Sunshine Smile"

This is a bit too much to take in

No

3 updates will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner, check all of them

Knock first

Say you don't care

ask all the questions available

Pull away

Have a quick nap first

Steam achievement granted shortly after choice: "Nightmare or Daymare"

Tell Kay about it

You can

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner, check it

Wait for him to speak

Admit that's the reason

Sure

CREATE SAVE POINT 1

Go back home

Steam achievement granted shortly after choice: "Can you hear me!?"

RELOAD SAVE POINT 1 after getting the achievement

Go look at clothes

I'll try some things on too

CREATE SAVE POINT 2

The black and white one

You look great

RELOAD SAVE POINT 2

The pink and blue star print one

You look great

RELOAD SAVE POINT 2

The aqua blue one

You look great

No

Ask if you can draw Kay

Talk about something else

It would have been bad either way

Don't disturb them

1 new update will appear in the bottom right corner phone at night time after a scene transition, click it for a bonus CG

Search anyway

Try turning it back on

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner, check it

Steam achievement granted shortly after viewing phone update: "Project NMCI"

Yes

Yes

Kay

The panacea

No

Superpowers

...a good power to have

I won't do it again

I hope you open up to me more

Your father

Where have you been?

Your father

Not really

Jasper

Sure, let's go

Sit down beside him

Nice outfit

Steam achievement granted when meeting Natalia: "Fancy Outfit, Odd Demeanor"

The smoothie bar is nearby

Something simple/classic

You can come tonight if you want

Suggest joining StarxSocial

Yes

Kay

Scream

Who are you chatting with?

Talk about Kay

Yes

What was that post all about?

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner, check it

Tell me more about his powers

Am I going to survive this...?

Shannon will worry if I'm late...

Tell Shannon about Kay going missing

Why would I tell you that?

Steam achievement granted when meeting Clive: "Suspicious Werirdo"

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner at night in your bedroom, check it

Steam achievement granted when meeting Jasper: "Knife-Wielding Antagonist"

type in the name "Ceaton"

Steam achievement granted when you type in the name Ceaton: "That's Your Name, Right?"

Reach out to the hand

Steam achievement granted when you grab the hand on the first choice: "Trust in the Hand"

I don't trust him enough to tell him

You can come again

Select the orange/red fragments

Steam achievement granted when you select the fragments: "Fantasy Select"

Fantasy Intro / Act Zero

CREATE SAVE POINT 3

I don't think so

Tell him about the dream with Kay

Don't text her

I'm going to stay inside

I am scared, to be honest

Ask her about it some more

an eye symbol will appear at the bottom right of your screen, click it to read Lana's heart

I'm sorry for my outburst last time...

Touch his arm

I promise

Well...

Mention Kay going missing

Refuse to be friends with him

I don't trust him

Pancakes are great!

I don't want to talk about it

Walk in silence with him

an eye symbol will appear at the bottom right of your screen, click it to read Clive's heart

I need to keep an eye on him

when the beach search screen appears, find the orange feather in the water towards the center left of the screen

I'm happy

Kay Act One

So... what shells did you find?

Fine, I admit defeat

I should plan my next move

I need to look eventually!

Don't set it up for him

Cream and sugar

I'm not sure

I really miss him

Make something up

I prefer you don't pry anymore

I need to save Kay!

an eye symbol will appear at the bottom right of your screen, click it to read Jasper's heart

Investigate

Find the letter on top of the cliffs, close to the center of the screen

Climb anyway

I dunno...

Don't give up

I still want him back!

Kay Act Two

We are friends

Maybe a little... (for romantic ending) OR Quit teasing me (for platonic)

We'll just say we're friends

I'll get a sleeping bag for you

Whisper that he'll be okay

Ask Kay if it's okay

I'll help him interact with others

Go somewhere with Kay

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner in the kitchen during breakfast, check it

CREATE SAVE POINT 4

Jam

RELOAD SAVE POINT 4 AFTER GETTING THE BONUS CG WITH JAM IN IT

Syrup

Don't offer

I liked your smile

Yours makes me feel different

Tuck him into bed

Wake him

I promise

I do

Hold onto his hands (boosts romance) OR emphasize that he's safe (for platonic ending)

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner while in the living room prior to texting Shannon and/or calling your father, check it

Don't text her

...

It's rough

No

CREATE SAVE POINT 5

The Pirathon nature trail

I'm trying my best

Romance (boosts romance) OR happiness (for platonic ending)

Their music helped me through a lot

I wish I could show it to Kay

Cheer

That is a reason

I don't think of it that way

Grab his hand (romantic) OR reassure him (platonic)

They're not you

Run away

Steam achievement granted when you choose 'go back to him' or if you have high enough romantic points: "I Believe In Him"

Leave

Kay Act Three

Jasper is your past

...raised to hate me

No

...he's kind of cute (romantic) OR he's a good person (platonic)

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner when you get the Kay chibi CG, check it

You were pretty close

Say you aren't sure

I like short people (note: option boosts romance. If you want the achievement but want to ensure you get a platonic ending, create a save point here and then reload to choose the other option)

Steam achievement granted when you choose 'I like short people': "Short = Cute"

Go check on him

Stay back

Don't beat yourself up about it

I am afraid

Hand them to Kay

Ask Kay if he wants to tell her

You ARE Kay

Steam achievement granted if you selected all the choices above so far: "Come To Terms With It"

Why would you want me to do that?

I don't mind

Tell him what he wants to know

Kay End Branch 1

Hold him close (romantic) OR continue holding his hand (platonic)

I don't mind (romantic) OR either other option (platonic) (note: choice only occurs if you have at least a yellow heart with Kay at this point)

Ask him again if he has a preference

I want to see you (romantic) OR Yes, definitely (platonic)

I feel that way too (romantic) OR I care about you, as a friend (platonic)

Steam achievement granted for reaching Branch 1 ending: "The Sun Will Rise"

RELOAD SAVE POINT 3

Fantasy Intro - Guide to Branch 2

Maybe we can hang out

Tell him about the dream with Kay

Text her

let's meet up soon

I guess I'll go sit outside for a bit

I am scared, to be honest

Leave the subject alone

I'm sorry for my outburst last time...

Touch his arm

I promise

I definitely don't regret it!

Mention Kay going missing

Give him the benefit of the doubt

I do prefer waffles, actually

Yes... I want to talk about it

Ask about his interests

Maybe I should give it a try someday

find the feather in the water near the center left of the screen

I'm happy

Kay Act One

So... what shells did you find?

Fine, I admit defeat

I should get some rest

I need to look eventually

Don't set it up

Tea

I'm not sure

I really miss him

Make something up

It's alright

I need to save Kay!

Rest for a while

Sure

I still want him back!

Kay Act Two

We are friends

Maybe a little...

We'll pretend to be dating

Steam achievement granted when you choose 'pretend to be dating': "Fake Date"

You can sleep in the bed

CREATE SAVE POINT 6

Whisper that he'll be okay

Ask Kay if it's okay

I'll help him interact with others

Spend the day together at home

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner in the kitchen during breakfast, check it

CREATE SAVE POINT 7

Jam

RELOAD SAVE POINT 7 AFTER GETTING THE BONUS CG WITH JAM IN IT

Syrup

Of course you can

I liked your goofiness

You will

Because I trust in you

I like having you around

Let him sleep on your shoulder

Wake him

I do

Hold onto his hands

Send a message to Shannon

I'm safe

It's rough

Yes

The Pirathon nature trail

I'm trying my best

Romance

Their music helped me through a lot

Maybe I'll redraw it someday

Cheer

You're right, it is

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner soon after the concert, check it

I don't think of it that way

Grab his hand

They're not you

You don't mean that

Tell the truth

Stay

Lay beside him

Kay Act Three

Jasper is your past

...raised to hate me

Yes

...he's kind of cute

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner while you speak with Gray in the kitchen, check it

It's okay

Agree with Lana

Approach him

Hold onto his arm

I felt afraid

Hand them to Kay

Ask Kay if he wants to tell her

That's for you to decide

You'd be happy I'm having nightmares?

Kay End Branch 2

You don't need to prove it

I don't see it that way

CREATE SAVE POINT 8

Go back upstairs

CREATE SAVE POINT 9

Search for Kay

I will be

Hand him the phone

Steam achievement granted if you have been consistently checking the phone for updates: "Kay Fan"

I'll go with you

1 update will show up on your phone in the bottom right corner while at Shannon's party, check it

Steam achievement granted for reaching Branch 2 ending: "Brighter Days"

Bad Ending #1

RELOAD SAVE POINT 5

The Pirathon Beach

Steam achievement granted for reaching bad ending: "Goodbye, my friend"

Bad Ending #2

RELOAD SAVE POINT 8

Search a bit more

Steam achievement granted for reaching bad ending: "The demon's lover"

Bad Ending #3

RELOAD SAVE POINT 9

Leave now

Steam achievement granted for reaching bad ending: "Death By Blonde"

Bad Ending #4

Note: There is an achievement in this ending that can only be achieved by having a low relationship with your father. If you've followed this guide so far, you should have the right stats to get this achievement.

RELOAD SAVE POINT 6

Let him sleep

Tell Lana

I want to keep him close

Spend the day at home together

Syrup

Of course you can

I liked your smile

You two aren't anything alike

I want to look out for you

Let him sleep on your shoulder

Let him rest a bit more

I do

Hold onto his hands

Send a message to Shannon

I'm safe

It's not that I need a break

Yes

The Pirathon nature trail

You're right

Romance

I had a crush on the lead singer

Maybe I'll redraw it someday

Stay quiet

It's not because of him

You aren't difficult

Say nothing

They are you

Run away

Lie to him

Stay

Lay beside him

Jasper doesn't exist anymore

... a hateful person

Steam achievement granted for having a low bond with your father: "He's Not Important :)"

Yes

... he's kind of cute

It's okay

Say you aren't sure

I have a preference for tall people

Approach him

Stop in front of him

I'll stay

Don't

You're not Kay

You'd be happy I'm having nightmares?

Just stay by my side

Any reason to get better counts

Go back upstairs

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