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underqualified-human · 1 year

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Pomefiore + Octavinille: Siren S/O

→ Request: Hello, I love this book so much. Can we have a gn!/fem!siren!reader with Octavinelle and Pomefiore? Headcanon please. It’s fine if you don’t wanna or can’t, I just love sirens.

→ A/N: Fun fact: My Yuusona is actually half-siren so this was a super fun prompt! [wasnt sure which type of siren you wanted so I kept in sort of vague]

→ Warnings: no beta,

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them

Vil Schoenheit:

Power couple, immediate power couple

Posts a bunch of pictures of you guys together on his Magicam account [if you’re okay with it]

Spends a bunch of money on wing/tail care products that you might need

Tries to use his charm on your sisters/family and they are having absolutely none of it lol

Is initially very curious about your singing but understands your apprehension completely

Adding on to the previous point he defends you against people that may have a negative view on sirens [earns him a few points with your sisters]

Rook Hunt:

Wants to hear you sing so much that it rivals Odysseus

”You know you'll die right?” “It'll be worth it”

Knows you get a lot of compliments based on your looks, so he waxes poetically about your personality

Acts the exact same way around your sisters/family so you’ll have to stop them from killing him

Super into learning about how you care for your non-human appendages

Epel Felmier:

He lives in a semi-landlocked area so he doesn't think it’s that big of a deal

Super nervous about meeting anyone in your family

Won't admit it out loud but definitely wants to hear you sing

Gets a little defensive when he sees people getting too close to you in public

If you have to care for your wings he goes “Don’t worry I’ve dealt with chickens before!” then backtracks if you get offended

Azul Ashengrotto:

Power couple vibes but he's secretly dying on the inside whenever he's near you

Immensely insecure, please reassure him

Wants you to sing at the lounge but then remembers it makes people kill themselves :(

Has discussions about the ocean with you, even if he doesn't have many positive memories associated with it

He knows how important family can be, so he’s absolutely terrified to meet them. While the Pomefiore group doesn't know much about sirens, the mers do.

Please defend him if your sisters/family says something rude, he will not do so himself

Honestly kind of bad at caring for tails or wings since he only has tentacles, but he tries his best

Floyd Leech:

Knows what would happen if you sang but still wants you to do it anyway

Talks to you about random land stuff that he thinks is cool

Brags about you to anyone who will listen is close enough. It’s usually the basketball club

You introduced him to your family and like 5 more ships got sunk that day. They want you to bring him around more often

Isn’t all that good at helping you with tail/wing care, but he does try

Jade Leech:

Power Couple #2

If you guys walk down the hall students part like the red sea

Shares a bunch of information about land plants [mushrooms] with you. You have no choice but to listen, he won’t take no for an answer

Subtly uses the fact that he’s dating a siren as leverage when dealing with customers

Helps you groom your tail/wings

Gets along pretty well with your sisters/family. He knows that they could kill him, but he trusts you enough to not be afraid

Tagging: @angelchanisaweeb [requester]

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rollinouttahere-writes · 1 year

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Hello! I enjoy your writing of Lucky Break and was wondering if your requests were open. If not Just wanted to stop by and say I enjoy your writing style and to keep it up!

If your requests are open would write something about the Straw hat's having a crew mate who is struggling with depression and (if you are okay with writing about this) suicidal thoughts?

I appreciate your time and effort into writing.

Before I get into this, I just want to remind anyone reading this that if you are struggling with depression and/or suicidal thoughts, you should confide in someone you can trust. Even if you feel like it's not that bad, it never hurts to have someone in your life that’s aware you're struggling with these things. I hope whoever requested this is doing well.

Warnings for discussions of depression and suicidal thoughts. Since this is such a heavy topic, I chose to leave out yandere themes from this.

Straw Hats x GN!Reader

This is a tight-knit crew with more than their fair share of trauma and emotional struggles, so it really won't take long for them to pick up on it. When one of them becomes aware, the others are soon to follow because they’re all quick to talk to each other about it. They’ll ask if anyone else noticed your behavior and discuss how to approach it.

Nami has a pretty high chance of noticing it first. Despite this, she is not the first to act on it. Not because she doesn’t care or anything, she’s extremely concerned, but she can admit she isn’t great with emotional stuff like this and she does NOT want to risk making this worse. She’ll confide in Robin, hoping that her cool and calm demeanor will be better suited to deal with this.

While she lets Robin handle that part of the issue, she does make her own efforts to improve your mood. Namely, retail therapy. Do you wanna go shopping? Well you’re going to anyway! Whatever you want, you’re getting it because she has no idea what else to do. She knows this isn’t enough to make your problems go away, but she hopes it’ll make your day at least a little better.

She also just kinda… lurks around you. Suddenly she goes from wanting complete silence and solitude while drafting sea charts to insisting that you must be with her. She’ll talk to you the whole time and explain the charts in extreme detail, trying to make you feel included. Nami also insists on having you sleep in her bed with her, making up an excuse that she’s been having nightmares. In reality, she’s scared you’re going to get up in the middle of the night and hurt yourself.

Robin, despite Nami’s faith in her, isn’t as equipped to talk with you as she would like to be. She’s prone to dealing with everything by herself, depending on others is very foreign. Her first course of action is to be around you more and make her own observations. She had her suspicions about your mental state, but now that she’s actively looking for the signs, she feels foolish to have not put it together sooner.

Her method for discussing your mental health is indirect. She pushes to have a book club with you and purposely chooses books that cover themes of depression. During your meetings, she really focuses on that aspect of the book, hoping that speaking generally on the topic would be enough to get you to open up on your own. She’s an excellent listener and will make you feel very loved and supported.

Similar to Nami, she also worries about you harming yourself at night. There’s a good chance she’ll wind up cramming herself into Nami’s bed with you too so that you’re in the middle. If you ask her why, she’ll say that she was feeling left out and wanted in on the slumber party you two were having.

Sanji feels more equipped to deal with this. He cares a lot about you, and also is likely to be the first to notice. As soon as he gets suspicious, he is gonna go out of his way to be around you and compliment you more. He’s also going to be making your favorite foods, but he’s going to rope you into making them with him. Partially as a means to keep an eye on you, and also a way to keep your mind occupied. He’ll also use it as a chance to talk to you and pick your brain a bit, but he won’t push it if you start to look uncomfortable.

If you do decide to open up, he will drop everything to listen. You could wake him up in the middle of the night and he’d spring out of bed to make some tea and a snack for your talk. He’s extremely understanding and talks through every issue in depth to try and get everything off your chest. He’s distraught to hear about your suicidal thoughts, but sadly does get it. He makes you promise to come talk to him any time you want, and will get up to check on you several times a night if you aren’t in the same room as him.

He’s responsible for clueing in the other guys to your troubles. As much as he hates to air out your dirty laundry, the possibility that you could hurt yourself makes him realize that you need as many eyes on you as possible right now.

Zoro needed to be told the most. He just thought you were in a shitty mood, and may have made an insensitive comment on it accidentally. Sanji damn near caves his skull in when he hears this and drags him off somewhere to yell at him and explain what’s going on. Zoro genuinely feels bad and will apologize to you afterwards, and not because Sanji threatened him.

He doesn’t let you know that he’s aware of what’s going on, not having a single ounce of faith in himself to be able to talk about this stuff. You do notice that he tends to be around you more. Suddenly he becomes insistent on you training with him. Nothing too intense, just enough to get your blood pumping in hopes that the exercise will help your mood even a little. On top of that, you’re now his napping buddy, and there is no getting out of it. If he lays down on the deck to nap, he’ll grab you as you’re walking by to join him. If you try to slip away to sleep by yourself, he shows up and squeezes himself into your bed.

Usopp was already onto you, Sanji just confirmed it. He has experience dealing with these kinds of things from his time with Kaya, so helping you comes naturally to him. Like with Kaya, he’s constantly telling you the most absurd, comical stories he can come up with. He’s also encouraging you to do the same. Come on, you never know when you’re going to need to bullshit your way out of a situation! You should practice with the master now while you can! He tries to get you to hype yourself up in these tall tales too, hoping to trick you into a sort of fake it til you make it mentality.

He’ll also drag you into pulling pranks on your crewmates because laughter is the best medicine! Be warned though, he is going to hide behind you if y’all get caught because he knows that no one is going to get seriously upset with you right now. Even if you don’t understand it, he’ll try and show you how to make nifty little contraptions with him. Even if they don’t work, he’ll make light of it and work hard with you to make it functional so you can have something to be proud of.

Chopper kinda beats himself up about not piecing it together. He isn’t that kind of doctor and really hasn’t researched mental illnesses that much, and now he’s kicking himself for it. Chopper is, unlike the others so far, not subtle about why he’s suddenly all up in your business. He’ll ask point blank what’s bothering you and implore you to tell him everything so he can help. Just because he wasn’t super familiar with this before doesn’t mean he can’t figure it out. He spends all his free time reading up on depression so he can best treat it.

He wants to go somewhere with cherry blossoms, surely that will help you! He’ll show you pictures in the meantime, though. You struggling with suicidal thoughts stresses him the hell out, he’s constantly afraid that you’re going to hurt or sacrifice yourself. This leads to him following you around in any dangerous situations, just to make sure he’s there to stop you from making a bad decision. You can expect him to be sleeping in your bed for the foreseeable future.

Luffy didn’t need Sanji to tell him that you were struggling, but he did need a push to say something to you first. Luffy is far more observant than anyone gives him credit for and is very emotionally intelligent. He knew you needed help, but he just kinda assumed you would ask for that help on your own because that’s what he would do. The idea that you were planning to just suffer in silence is baffling to him. They’re all your friends, why wouldn’t you say something?

Like Chopper, he’s blunt and doesn’t beat around the bush. He wants to know what’s wrong because the sooner he knows, the sooner he can fix it! He’s convinced he can take care of whatever is bothering you, so when he hears you out and realizes your problems aren’t exactly punchable, he’s stumped. His next move is to ask everyone else what to do. This isn’t something he knows how to deal with but he wants to change that.

His form of help is an amalgamation of what everyone else does with his own twists on it. He’ll take you out for walks to explore whatever island you’re on this time, making you look at all kinds of new things and places. Admittedly, talking things out isn’t a talent of his, but he tries to listen and give his unique brand of advice. You think people don’t like you? That’s stupid. They all like you, and anyone who doesn’t like you doesn’t matter. Something is bothering you? Punch it! You can’t punch it? Punch something else and pretend you’re punching it! His response to like 95% of your problems is along the lines of ‘just don’t worry about it’.

The suicidal thoughts really throw him for a loop. He doesn’t know what to do besides just be extra clingy because this definitely sets off his abandonment issues something fierce to think that one day you might just not be there anymore because of yourself. You and Luffy are basically one entity now, good luck getting him to stop before he’s convinced you’re doing better. Anywhere you go, he goes too. The bathroom is not an exception. He’s like a dog with separation anxiety sitting outside the door and whining until you come out (he will panic and break down the door if you take too long or it sounds like you got hurt in there). Your bed is also his bed now. He doesn’t even ask if he can sleep there, you just wake up to him making himself comfortable in it, and then he never leaves. You can expect to wake up every morning to Luffy wrapped around you like a second blanket, holding onto you for dear life.

Overall, they worry a lot about you and will go out of their ways to make sure you’re okay. There’s going to be (at least) weekly sleepovers where everyone piles into one room to have a fun night hanging out together. They’ll make sure you know you have a loving found family with them.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #sanji #black leg sanji #nami #cat burglar nami #nico robin #tony tony chopper #usopp

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yandere-to-express · 8 months

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Goth and the thembo

Chapter 2

 cw for obsessive behaviour and stalking, but, well, you guys knew that was coming, right? maybe the cw should just say "peter",, (there's also some misgendering, but i promise it's very brief and non-hostile/unintentional!)

Dog barking. Microwave beeping. Smell of the instant meal they just pulled out. Big stretch...

Breathe.

“Be quiet, Blossom,” they sighed half-heartedly, already drained only 10 minutes after getting home. The little chihuahua sneezed confrontationally, staring out into the hallway, alert. It was probably the neighbour’s kids getting home from whatever sports club they usually attended. That, or their brothers were coming home after visiting whatever new friends they’d made at their own schools.

They decided they were too tired to care.

Legs weaving through the suddenly interested cats and dog now they were holding a plate of food with careful practise, Y/n carried it upstairs to their unfinished room, the blank walls staring at them almost accusingly with boxes of things that still had yet to be unpacked as they clicked the light-switch on.

Speaking of unpacking...

Y/n sighed as they sunk into their mattress, spoon in hand as they half-heartedly ate the curry on their plate, the events of the day almost dulling their usual favourite flavour down considerably, cheap chicken tikka masala not covering their taste buds in a comforting embrace the way it used to. Maybe it’s just the way it was made over here.

Anyway.

Yeah, they made a new friend in the least likely place, but that was nerve-wracking enough. They thought...They thought that because they got detention something terrible would happen. And when it didn’t...They didn’t know, the impending sense of doom still hadn’t left entirely, so it was exhausting enough just processing it from the comfort of their home. It was a miracle they hadn’t devolved into tears at school, especially with how loud it was in the cafeteria today.

They couldn’t let that happen. They wouldn’t , this was a new start. They weren’t going to blow it like they did back in Year 7.

...No, they weren’t thinking about that right now. They’d unpack that memory when they had the mental capacity to do so.

...What were they thinking about again? Oh, right, school today.

So yeah, double-period History was boring until Peter showed up, French 2 was a wash (seriously, they were thankful they took it as a GCSE before they left England, they were further ahead than they thought they’d ever be), Graphic Design just went over the same old stuff they already learned back home, and Algebra 2 was even easier like, c’mon! Algebra wasn’t supposed to be easy! At least move them up a few classes if it was like that! They were so worried about the past two years of GCSEs (as well as the three months of Sixth Form that they promptly – and gladly – abandoned when the family moved overseas around Christmas) being earned would be useless now they were here, but it just meant they were too far ahead! And they weren’t allowed to join the Seniors so late into the year either! Back in England they’d been so worried about having enough intelligence, but now they apparently had too much of the stuff, and it was irritating! They’d rather keep being a “gifted” student back in Years 1 to 6, thank you very much. At least AP Physics was more of a challenge, but, well, it was AP Physics . It didn’t get much harder than that, in their opinion.

Why was all this a problem? Because without work that would take more than 25 minutes to complete on average, Y/n was terrible at focusing. Worksheet finished? You’d think that they would ask for more, right? Wrong , they just stared out the window absently, maybe doodling in a book that they brought for that purpose if they remembered, trying their best to keep their cool when the class got rowdy and the teacher had to shout over the noise to call the class to attention again. It was worse than back home, honestly. The classes were bigger, for one thing, so that immediately meant more noise.

Man, maybe they should have just gone straight to college. Oh well, too late now.

They licked their spoon clean as they finished their meal, just opting to leave the cutlery and plate on one of the piles of boxes to take down in the morning, closing their curtains (their parents insisted that they at least hang those up) as they shrugged off their zip-up hoodie, tiredly undressing ungracefully and throwing on some pyjamas. After leaving the room for a few minutes to brush their teeth (hey, they were an idiot who ate unhealthily and kept dirty dishes in their room, but oral hygiene was still one of their top priorities! ...thanks for scaring that into them, Mum), they reached into a small box by their bed, pulling out an old pink DS, checking the cartridge and settling on the game inside, ignoring Blossom’s barking as they heard their brothers return.

Pokémon Platinum would help them out for now...

Y/n woke up with a start, eyes snapping open as they heard movement outside. They wiped their bleary eyes as they looked around. They’d fallen asleep with their DS, it seemed, the melody of Jubilife City at night out of place as their anxiety rocketed. Was this the beginning of a robbery?! Were they being robbed?! They scrambled to pick up their DS, tapping the Pokétch a few times to get a sense of how late it was and-

Oh. 11pm. That was when their dad got home from work, which was confirmed by the door creaking open downstairs, his mumbles of greeting to what Y/n assumed was their Mum or a brother muffled by the floorboards beneath them.

Man, were they dumb, huh? They let out a shaky chuckle at their own stupidity, shutting their DS and putting it on the makeshift nightstand (you know, just a stack of boxes, like what anyone else has in their bedroom) next to their bed. They lay back down, screwing their eyes shut in an attempt to sleep.

Surprisingly, it actually worked!

...Unsurprisingly, they missed the way the moonlight cast a shadow on the figure sitting in the tree just outside their window...

Ok, that was way too close for comfort.

That old dude who went inside almost saw him, apparently there was a family dog that hated people walking by, and poor Y/n looked terrified! They looked as though they were about to die (no, not them, they’d never die, he’d make sure of it)! But, fuck, if the streetlight was just a few inches closer to the house...

Peter shivered as he looked back into his darling’s darkened room with his huge, almost luminous, cerulean eyes, safe in the knowledge that not many other people would be out at this time, and none of them would see them from the sidewalk. He waited for what felt like an eternity, watching as the rest of the lights shut off before making his next move.

His mother and sister picked on him for looking scrawny, but he hardly felt it as he lifted himself up on the branch above and hoisted himself onto the balcony and into the doors that they must have left open by mistake (honestly, it was February! Never mind the dangers of the world outside, what about the cold?! Oh, he’d have to take care of them, help them stay safe and healthy)…

Unless they were expecting him...?

He felt a shiver race through him, caused by the excitement and the chill (it was 23 degrees out there, ok?!) as he tip-toed into the room cautiously, praying to whatever deity out there that he didn’t step on some old, creaky floorboard. Thankfully, his darling’s room didn’t seem to have any (good, they deserved the best room in the world, he couldn’t bear to let someone as adorable as them to live uncomfortably, and they were so small! He was actually a little worried some of the piles of boxes would topple over and crush them!), and he was right by their side in a flash.

He stood, watching over Raine with a little uncertainty of what to do now, looking at the rise and fall of their chest. They were wearing some pyjamas with some yellow fantasy animal thing on it (Pikachu, right? So adorable ...), and they gave a little snort as they slept, a little bit of drool escaping their mouth.

If Y/n knew they looked like that while they slept? They would’ve been mortified.

But, to Peter?

They looked like an angel sent from the heavens. His darling angel. Fuck, how could anyone look so adorable and beautiful?

...Well, the cold was no longer an issue for him, it seemed.

Peter knelt down, placing his chin onto the mattress as he continued watching them breathe. Watching as their face scrunched up a few times, muttering nonsensical things out loud as they dreamed (he had no idea what a cookie cat was, but fuck, they were just so cute!) . He stayed there for hours, ignoring the plea for rest from his eyes as they drooped more and more. After the first half-hour, he’d gotten bolder and moved his face closer to theirs, able to smell their wavy brown hair (they must have used coconut scented shampoo before school, he realised, but God , it was addicting, he’d have to get some of his own just to be reminded of the scent of them ) and gently wipe away the line of drool leaking from their barely parted lips.

...Deep within him he knew it was gross, but he licked the liquid away in a flash and, stars above , that was even better than their smell!

He whispered praise to them as the night dragged on, petting their hair and caressing their cheek tenderly. He even got a little absent, sleepy nuzzle on the hand back (he was never washing that hand again)! His darling kept mumbling stuff about ice cream from outer space, and choosing something called a Bidoof (whatever it was, they giggled in their sleep about it being God, and, in case you hadn’t guessed yet, he did another mental bluescreen at how adorable they were being) to fight something called an Arceus?

But then, they said something that made his heart (and, ok, maybe his pants) swell and his face turn bright red.

“Mmph, Peter...Bite me...Sharp teeth...”

Oh.

Oh boy.

The goth kind of just...sat there, staring at Y/n in bewilderment.

Yesyesyesyesyes darling, he could do that!

He cursed under his breath, averting his gaze out of bashfulness (somehow, he had some shame still left inside!), and pausing as he noticed the sky outside was brightening.

Fuck , he’d been there all night!

Peter hesitantly got up, looking back at Y/n as he made his way back to the balcony. The sun was only just peeking up behind the horizon, but it was enough for some golden rays to hit his darling’s body.

Yeah. He was right. They had to be an angel, they looked so fucking beautiful and peaceful like that.

He wouldn’t mind waking up next to them like that in the bed, some day.

He shook his head, brushing his ebony hair out of his face, gazing over Y/n face and body one last time, before hopping out the balcony and back into the tree, scaling down it carefully and landing a little clumsily onto the wet grass. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and hesitantly walking away, back towards where the school and his own house was.

He was going to be so exhausted today.

...It was totally worth it, though.

“Someone’s chipper today,” Lucy noted as Y/n skipped into the classroom, sitting next to her with a smile. “You’re even in on time! Did Detention really scare you so much that you didn’t wanna be late again?”  “Good morning to you too,” they frowned teasingly, pulling out a little sketchbook and their pencil case. “Nope, I just...I dunno, I didn’t sleep in for once. I actually slept great for the first time in, what? Ever?”  “You look it, your eye-bags are basically gone!”  “Oh, no, that’s makeup. But! I actually had time to put some on for once!”  “Aww, Y-Y growin’ up!” Lucy teased and wiping pretend tears away and, patting them on the back and jokingly wiping away a tear. “But, how was Detention by the way?”  “Oh, great, actually. I got some work done and I made a new friend,” Y/n admitted, beginning to doodle. Lucy smiled widely, seeming to be genuinely happy.  “Good for you! I’ve noticed that my crowd seems to put you off – don’t give me that look, I’ve seen your face, I’ve worn that face, I’m only still around those loud assholes because they’re Vio’s friends, so I know how you feel – but, seriously. I’m happy for you, now you’ll have someone less obnoxious than the soccer team!”  “You’re talking to me as if I have no friends other than you,” Y/n raised an eyebrow at her, grinning.  “You know what I mean! You only really hang out with me and Vio, as well as that nerd in your History and Physics classes. TJ?”  “TK, and they’re a sweetheart, I’ll have you know.”  “Yeah, yeah, I know, but, anyway! Who’s your friend?”

Y/n glanced down at the doodle and realised that without thinking, they’d drawn the new friend himself.

“Oh, take a look, I just finished a drawing of him,” they pointed. Lucy followed their finger, their smile dropping as her violet eyes widened, pupils contracting.  “No,” she hissed quietly, whipping her head back to face the other, panicked. Y/n groaned at her expression. “Not him! You can’t be friends with him, he’s- well HE FUCKING CURVE STOMPED A JOCK AND TEEETH ARE ALL GONE!”  “Trouble? Yeah, I know, TK told me, but he was nice enough to me!” Y/n whispered back, frowning. Lucy shook her head violently, ignoring how her earrings bashed against her cheeks as they swung on her ears.  “You can’t! Peter King is- He's-”  “If he ends up being horrible, I’ll just back off! I’ll be fine, Lulu!”  “But!-”

“Excuse me, girls,” came Mrs Stewart’s voice and, ew, there’s only one girl here, Y/n grimaced, Lucy frowning as she caught on too. “Could we have some silence whilst I do roll-call, please?”  “Sorry Miss,” Y/n slumped, staring down at their paper. Lucy continued to look on with irritation at the teacher, absently squeezing their hand in comfort.

Soon enough, registration passed, and the class continued with its noise before the first bell went off to signify the change in classes. Lucy looked at Y/n, eyes worried.

“She’s a shit teach, huh?”  “I’m used to it, it was worse back in the UK,” Y/n shrugged, packing their things away so they wouldn’t have to hurry when the time came. Lucy sighed.  “I’m sorry, y/n, I- Fuck, not just that old bat, but about Peter. I’m just- I don’t want you getting hurt, ok? And, well, he makes others hurt a lot. But, if you wanna try, I won’t stop you. You’ll tell me if he does hurt you though, yeah? Vio and the boys’ll kick his ass for you, heck, I’ll join in! It’d put my brown belt to good use!”  “Thanks, Lulu,” Y/n smiled, picking up their bag as the bell rang. “And, hey, I can beat him up too if I have to! I do swimming! I have the muscle!”  “You’re a bit small compared to him, Y-Y.”  “So’s everyone else!”  “You’re 5’4!”

They paused as they walked, before laughing loudly.

“Ah, whatever, you probably won’t need to, anyway. See you at Break?”  “See ya, good luck in the halls!” Lucy shouted over the noise, grinning as she made her way to her Business class. Y/n sighed, looking back at her momentarily before pushing on through the crowds.  “I’ll fucking need it,” they grumbled getting pushed to-and-fro by all the taller students, pulling up their hood and tugging on the cord to block out the smell of deodorant and teenage sweat as they made their way to a hopefully quiet classroom.

Media had better have some sort of challenge today.

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toasts-httyd-hyperfixation · 6 months

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Hey, i hope you're well! I just wanted to ask - do you know anything about a httyd books discord? I'm sure I saw one mentioned somewhere and I think it was on your blog (though I may be totally mistaken) - I would really love to join one, so wanted to ask around!! :))

Hey, sorry for the late response, i saw this shortly after you sent it and then just kept forgetting to answer lol Anyways the answer is yes, i do know about a httyd books discord 2 of them in fact 1 because im in it and the other because, well

i made it So the first httyd books discord is run by a person names Star She's very nice, and its a fairly calm chat Heres a post she has linking to it or at least I believe that link still works

Anyways

I would liken it to being in like, an afterschool club, where you have a theme for it, but its also just for chilling and hanging out

People are nice, its chill, you can vibe Then theres mine, which i made because i was too anxious and awkward to talk in the aforementioned chat, which is also why im pretty much never active there, RIP I would describe it as "if Tumblr were only httyd book themed"

If the first discord is a casual afterschool club, mine got banned after someone set something on fire, and now we meet under the bleachers at an old abandoned baseball field

Mine's a little messy, leans more heavily towards general fandom stuff, fanart, memes, 1001 AUs, both actually insightful conversation and shitpost type content so ya know theres no general chat for non-httyd convo, or for the movies for that matter, because quite frankly the movies have enough space already, tho we do still talk about it occasionally

All in all, its pretty casual i think, you can talk and share as much or as little as you want, theres not really any rules besides like Be respectful to everyone and in general try to keep things httyd book related (not that that always happens, sometimes youre talking and you end up going off on a ramble about like, piranha or something, its cool, no worries)

anyways uh

idk what else to say about it, ive really enjoyed the time ive spent there, its been cool, had a lot of fun, everyones real nice and ive made some great friends (shoutout to them, love y'all 🫶) so yeah

Come hang out if you want, i love seeing new people join, we're all mildly insane there, its fine, dont worry about it

#httyd books #httyd #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon books #im bad at describing things lol

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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hi its me again (also you should totally make a twitter acc, id follow:D)

im thinking abt how playboy yan would react to you giving romantic attention to someone other than them, or how would they react to someone asking you out literally infront of them (THE AUDACITY)

they would totally say some shit like “do you know who i am?” or “talk to them- no- breathe around them ever again and i’ll rip your vocal cords from your throat.”

or maybe someone of the same social and wealth status flirts w darling? id just love to see them squirm and think so hard abt how to kill their new love rival.

also them not being able to get even a smidge of pleasure from sex w others because as they said “you ruined sex for me, i cant even cum if you’re not touching me. seriously, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

and maybe they’re usually a dom top but you just make them melt so much that they are nothing but needy little puppy in your hands i just- 😫

eeee playboy yan whos always so cool, so collected, so suave because they literally have zero worries! if they embarrass themselves at a party or whatever, its no biggie, everyone signed an NDA anyway! so when they end up smashing a glass because they saw you flirting with someone, a giant smile on their face despite eyes screaming with rage, everyone just awkwardly laughs and tries to diffuse the situation, breaking some bottles of their own, just trying to keep the party going!

of course, the glass breaking startles you but youre a touch oblivious. you didn't know theyre going crazy because of you! so you continue talking to this sweet, attractive, rich socialite that seems very touchy and show offy but hey! they have the same interests as you and theyre kinda sweet!

playboy yan gets fucked up. drinking, smoking, injecting, anything to get their mind off the extreme rage they feel every single time you smile at that fuckers, every single time you laugh, touch their arm, share a fucking joint with them, it isnt fair. they try to console themselves (and make you jealous) by inviting someone else into bed, loudly and obnoxiously flirting with them but without your presence near them, they just cant seem to remain aroused but theyre still pissed, theyre blood is still rushing, a cutie is still kissing their neck, so fuck it! they try, they really fucking try to cum and they end up roughing up the poor stranger more than they wanted to but they do end up cumming after a good while of straight edging. the strangers face hidden with a pillow, ass up, probably gagged, anything to keep their identity hidden so playboy and imagine its you under them instead of this fuckin asshole (apologies random background character)

and if you post a selfie with this rival? even if theyre just in the background? mention them anywhere? playboy yan will absolutely kidnap you and try to show you how perfect they are for you. it doesnt really feel like a kidnapping at first, because playboy yan is just letting you do whatever you want under the guise of 'hanging out' but if you try to end it? theyll suddenly suggest going to your favorite store, going to a club, having dinner at your favorite place, anything to keep you close to them and if you keep refusing, their intentions finally become clear and well, youll have no choice but to go to a hotel or house with them. theyll insist on taking millions of pictures with you, sometimes just of you and its kind of flattering but still.

if you go to a hotel, its fucking fancy. multiple rooms, fully stocked everything, private hot tub and pool, giant bed, closet full of clothes exactly in your style, the fridge is only full of your favorite foods no matter how expensive they are, if you have a habit of making wishlists and stuff then everything is there. skincare products, clothes, shoes, perfume, gadgets, books, a gaming set, plants, art supplies, literally everything. its perfect. and playboy yan gets room service, the TV is already playing your favorite show and playboy yan is just staring at you, squirming in their seat in front of the giant walk in closet, begging you to give them a little fashion show.

and who are you to refuse?

each outfit leaves playboy yan more and more desperate, teeth sinking further into their bottom lip, eyes basically vibrating from trying to take in every inch of your being, nails digging into the arms of their chair, an absolute, desperate mess. eee so so cute!!! <33 just imagining them on their knees in front of you, begging you to just fuck them with expensive fabrics draping across your body, hugging all the right places.

and you KNOW playboy yan is protective. if yall have any sort of relationship, platonic or even just acquaintances, and someone flirts with you or makes you smile for too long or worse, annoys you, playboy yan will be right in their face in seconds, fists bleeding from their manicured nails digging into them, an insane and dark look in their eyes as they ask if this idiot even knows who the fuck theyre talking to.

"do you know who i am? do you know whos boat your on? do you- actually, let me answer these questions for you! you dont! clearly, you dont know a fucking thing because otherwise, you wouldnt be talking to them! haha, who the fuck do you think you are, huh?! tell me! i wanna fucking know what kind of ASSHOLE does this shit at my fucking party!" theyll screech, laughing loudly the entire time, grin never faltering while they back this stranger into a corner before trying to beat them up, only stopping if you pull them away or yell at them to stop, security having to escort the stranger off the boat. if you and playboy yan are 'involved' at this point, theyll banish everyone else off the boat and spend the rest of the day begging for your approval and praise, throwing glasses and a giant fit if they dont get it.

i just love it when yanderes go fuckin crazy!!!

#yandere x y/n #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #playboy yandere

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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Can you do some platonic Dustin Henderson sibling fluff where they're spending the day together and they've always been best friends, but he's worried she thinks he doesn't look up to her since he now spends so much time with Eddie and Steve?

You're My Number One

a/n: ello ! ty for the request. i hope you like what i came up with

word count: 700+

summary: dustin barges into your room, getting some important stuff off his chest.

warning: nothing really but if there's something i missed, let me know!!

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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Your door busted open and strolled in that curly haired brother of yours. You tensed in your spot from the loud sound. Peeking out from behind your book in time to see Dustin plopping himself face first into your bed.

Quirking a brow, you waited for some kind of explanation. However silence was your only answer. You sat up, setting your book to the side.

“You okay there, bud?” you asked, patting his back gently. Dustin untucked his face from your blanket to look at you helplessly.

“You know you’re my favorite right?” Your face scrunched up in confusion.

“Thanks? Favorite for what may I ask?” you questioned. Dustin sighed and turned onto his back.

“I know I haven’t really been around a lot and I keep on canceling the plans we make. It’s just the Hellfire Club meetings happen so frequently and Steve always wants to see these movies all the time or and he always wants to bring me because Robin’s got Vicky now so he can’t invite her. The girls he invites are just ‘too much right now’ according to him and I don’t want him to be all alone cause it’s really sad to see Steve go to the movies by himself. But then there's also Eddie who has these really cool DnD figurines he’s finding weekly and they're just so cool and awesome. I can’t pass up not seeing them. I mean they’re limited addition shit y’know. I just am so busy all the time now, but then you’re trying to do stuff and I keep passing them up-”

“Dusty you’re rambling again-” “Right yeah. Okay, so what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry if I’ve been drifting away or not like putting you first. I don’t mean to get distracted but Steve’s just sad and Eddie’s so cool, they’re just great guys but you’re so amazing too. I mean you’re the only one who lets me talk about Suzie without making fun of me. And you’re the only one that I feel fully comfortable talking about all our trauma shit. Anyways- what I’m trying to get at here is that you’re my sibling, dude. You’re my number one and I’m gonna start trying to make more time for us to hang out cause I miss our weekly ice cream runs and our midnight bike rides and I just miss hanging out with you.”

You stared wide eyed. Hands patting your legs awkwardly trying to find some sort of response for when his rambling came to an end.

“I-I um, thanks for clarifying,” you started. “And I think you’re thinking about this a little too much.” Dustin sat up, looking at you questionably.

“What do you mean? I just poured my heart and soul out to you and you think I’m overreacting? What? You didn’t miss me, is that it?” You let out a chuckle.

“Of course, I miss you, Dustin. It’s just the fact you’re being too hard on yourself that’s all. You're growing up, you are bound to find older figures in your life you would like to spend time with too. I’m not mad or upset that you’ve been ‘ditching’ our plans. It just means that you’re branching out and meeting new people. I’m happy for you, man. You’re a teenager. It’s your time to discover yourself and what you like to do. Whether that be watching random movies with Steve or looking at collectables with Eddie. I know you’re in good hands with them. Well for the most part, if Eddie offers you something from his special box, say no immediately.”

“You literally smoke-”

“That’s not the kinda special box I’m talking about.” Dustin’s expression was rather horrified. You let out a snort, ruffling his hair.

“Anyways, what I’m saying is that it’s okay if you have other people and other plans. You’ll always be my number one and I know I’ll be yours too, so you have nothing to worry about. If you want to start up those ice cream trips again, great. Or anything else that you wanna do I'll be here to do it. I’m not going anywhere, man. You still got me,” you stated, holding eye contact with him to make sure he knew every word was true. A light smile grew on his features. You pulled him into your embrace, tucking his head under your chin.

“Thanks, Y/n.” His voice was muffled by your shirt.

“Anytime, Dusty,” you mumbled, rubbing his back comfortingly. “Now if you’re up for it, I could go for that ice cream.”

“Oh hell yeah, for sure.”

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#stranger things x reader #dustin henderson x yn #dustin henderson x y/n #dustin henderson x you #dustin henderson fanfiction #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson x silbling!reader #dustin henderson x platonic!reader

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bronanlynch · 5 months

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experimenting with different ways of organizing this post. shout out to bullet point lists. anyway once again I watched more television than doing anything else

listening (podcast):

new Palisade: very fun as usual! I love the Blue Channel crew so much and I am constantly so worried for them

Great Gundam Project: still very fun to hear how little they know about what is to come. also they got to the episode where Char comes back with a bunch of cool underwater robots and 1) god I miss Char I wish I too were watching an arc of Gundam that has Char in it and 2) shout out to the Gogg & Z'Gok, two of my fave suits in all of Gundam

Media Club Plus: once again they have good thoughts about Hunter x Hunter, truly cannot wait to hear Jack's reaction to the Illumi reveal

listening (music): Dance Apocalyptic by Janelle Monae because I'm stealing songs from my old Beam Saber campaign playlist to make a Partizan/Palisade playlist and that's on both

reading:

Imperial Uncle: got to a twist about halfway through that I was fully not expecting but it was very fun, and the story in now drastically different than I thought it would be when I started but I am still enjoying it a lot

The Death I Gave Him: one of the most interesting questions to me in any Hamlet adaptation/retelling is what to do with Gertrude, what her role in the murder was, etc, and I'm enjoying the way this novel handles that. shout out to unethical science milfs

watching:

TGCF: regarding last week's episode, since we watched it after last week's wednedsaypost: on one hand, beef of beefleaf fame! my beloved! they looked extremely good! ("op they were chained up & disheveled" yeah exactly) on the other, the racism and also the transmisogyny. not that any of this was surprising because it's in the novel too, but it sure sucks to have racist caricatures and also to repeatedly treat the gender shifting & crossdressing as a joke and/or with disgust. regarding this week's episode: rip to Hua Cheng :/ sorry your crush burned your house down :/ I don't remember this arc super well because it was kinda overshadowed (for me) by having Ghost City and then the start of book 2 on either side of it, and as primarily a beefleaf & Mu Qing main I have priorities

Bakeoff: so the technical was a shitshow in a way that is 100% on the judges for not giving them enough time like. sorry that's what it means when every single person underbakes it. however. I literally laughed so hard I was in physical pain when everyone was presenting their horrible liquid puddings so who could say if it was bad or not

Hunter x Hunter: I do love where Killua's arc goes but I also really enjoy this early bit where he's just incredibly competent & terrifying and kicks everyone's ass without breaking a sweat. good for him, sorry about what led you to this point tho

Legend of the Galactic Heroes: other things happened in the episodes that I watched but I will be honest, most of it is wiped away by the preview for next episode showing me an incredibly major character death. um. aside from that. I do like the battle sequences, I love when a show is a couple of guys in a room going "I think this is the enemy's plan, here's what we're going to do about it" and then you see some different guys in a different room going "this is our plan, I hope this is how they react to it" and so on. also I like the narrator as kind of like. a historical accounting of the events, both because I like stories about the narrative construction of history and also because it means everything happens on very specific dates and I love having clear ideas of timelines

ZZ Gundam: finished ZZ! in general I enjoyed it (though I still prefer Zeta) and there are some really fun moments, especially with the Gundam Team, and I like Haman a lot as an antagonist. I didn't realize how close we were to the end until we had like 4 episodes left because the pacing is. kind of interesting. lot more "going to a place and fucking around for a while" than I expected, and sometimes it works better than other times. most of my ~critiques are things I already said last week (the misogyny, the ways in which the critiques of western military intervention in Africa & southwest Asia fall flat due to the white saviorism & none of it really getting a chance to be developed properly, etc) so I'm not gonna go into all that again, but I am going to just mention one of the wildest things which is that they refer to Dublin as "a city in what used to be Britain" which is. a loaded thing to say in 2023 let alone in the 1980s. lmao

I'm in Love with the Villainess: a fun yuri isekai about someone with a shitty job who gets transported into the world of her favorite otome game except instead of giving a shit about any of the male love interests she just wants to spend all her time with the female antagonist. it's very light and silly, and we're watching it as a short break before diving into more Gundam. I do love it when there are lesbians and little hints of class conflict simmering just under the surface

playing:

Ace Attorney 5: some mixed feelings about what I've gotten through this week. I love to see Edgeworth and I'm so compelled by Aura & Simon (individually and also as siblings), but I don't like how Trucy continues to be incredibly sidelined, and whenever they talk about the "dark age of the law" I kind of feel like. ok. look. it is just factually incorrect that it's only now that people cheat in court and only care about winning, and also the idea that overturning one (1) false conviction will fix the problems of the legal system is laughable. especially considering 1) everything about Von Karma 2) Edgeworth's entire backstory and 3) the fact that Phoenix spent the 7 year gap inventing a new legal system that everyone forgot about I guess. anyway. I do love Aura a lot though

Blades in the Dark: finally was able to run another session in my Blades campaign, in which the party. checks notes. performed a reverse bank heist. and also a normal bank heist. sometimes you have to break into a bank to leave something in a specific vault and you steal some other stuff along the way

making: finished building Miorine, so she is no longer a disembodied head and can now stand on the shelf with her wife. I'm not a huge fan of some the proportions/posing of the model, she has. like. woman in a comic book proportions that she doesn't have in the actual show (Imo the worst of it is her arched spine which you can't see here but I was surprised because Suletta has just. a normal spine)

drinking: Down East's cider donut-flavored cider because, once again, I love a seasonal fun little drink. this one's not as dry as the equivalent Citizens Cider I posted about a couple of weeks ago but Down East's stuff does tend to be a little sweeter in general. extremely good though, to be clear

writing: I added a section to my wip doc for my Nirvana in Fire exchange fic and copied over my giftee's prompts but I have not started on it and other than that I've done no writing. oops.

#on one hand talking abt the things i do in a week makes me feel more like a real person who does things #on the other hand it's real depressing to have to say i didn't write at all #u win some u lose some i guess #dreaming.txt #weekly media roundup post

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turtleations · 1 year

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The Fire-Extinguisher/Car Escape/Alarm-Bell/Firetruck/Bed Stealing Incident

These are the events of one particularly memorable night during which hide went out drinking with a bunch of other people from the band and the band’s staff and chaos ensued, as told in INA’s book “Kimi No Inai Sekai” (The World Without You), published in 2018.

There is another version of the same story, told by Heath ten years earlier in an interview. If nothing else, it is interesting to see where their versions differ, and what parts Heath decided to leave out. You can find a summary of the entire interview here.

The story, which must have happened in 1993, begins in an establishment in Little Tokyo, L.A., that had a bar area in the front and a more private club area with beautiful ladies in the back. INA, hide, Heath, and an unknown number of other staff members of X Japan start out in the bar area where a lot of bourbon is consumed. But the realm of the pretty ladies is calling for their attention, with INA apparently worried they might never get there. They move over to that area eventually, though it seems that hide would have preferred to just stay at the bar and drink.

Here INA gives a bit of explanation on what is known as “Hidera” – a mash-up of "hide" and "Godzilla" (spelled Gojira in Japanese), aka what could happen when hide was very drunk and started rampaging. The state came in various emotional patterns, like happiness, anger, sorrow or fun. That night seemed to be the latter. When they left the place, hide was very cheerful and sweet, waving at the girls at the elevator and thanking them in Japanese and in English and generally being like an angel until the moment the elevator doors closed. But it was like the elevator was taking their angel from heaven straight to hell and he started kicking and attacking the door with increasing violence while the others watched in astonished confusion.

The moment they arrived at the underground level, hide took off towards the parking garage. On the way there he came across a fire extinguisher that was sitting in a glass case and liberated it from said case with a Karate-chop. Glass flew everywhere and hide started running around the garage with the fire extinguisher in his arms. Everyone else ran after him yelling, eventually caught him and threw him onto the backseat of their van. Hide just started flipping out even more. A security guard came running over, alerted by all the noise, and the rest of the team kind of panicked and decided to make a run for it. As the car fled from the parking garage, hide yelled at the security guard from the car window: “What do you want, asshole? How many years do you think I have been living here?” (For some reason.)

Since the guard was American, he had certainly been living there for longer. And since hide was yelling in Japanese, he probably didn’t understand him anyway…

Their car flew from the parking garage with screeching tires, like a car chase in a Hollywood movie. And just after they had escaped, hide suddenly started wailing in pain. Now that they had a moment to pay attention to it, it seemed that he was kind of bleeding over the car seats. A lot.

As it turned out, he had cut up his left hand, which must have happened when he used it to explode a glass case. So the others were now facing a dilemma, because that hand needed some rather urgent first aid, but they didn’t have anything at hand, their apartment building was still an hour away, and they couldn’t go back to the place they had just run from.

So someone had the idea to turn the car around and go to Mama instead. “Mama” was an elderly Japanese lady who was running a karaoke-bar in Little Tokyo that the guys sometimes visited to drink. They made it there just in time before closing and after they explained what had happened, Mama kindly took care of hide. By then, “Hidera” had gone to sleep and hide was quiet and obedient. Mama bandaged and cooled his wound, warned the others to take him to the hospital first thing in the morning because that cut was pretty deep, and then pushed them out of the door.

Back in the van, on the way home, everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the end of an incident that could have ended with the police being involved. Except it wasn’t over yet. Because they had not expected the Return of Hidera.

Hide, who had been silent so far, suddenly came back to life, tried to figure out where he was, and upon being informed that they were on their way home decided, since he apparently did not want to go there, to just leave the car right away.

The car was going down the freeway at more than 100 km/h.

Undeterred, hide pulled open the sliding door of the van and tried to throw himself out. The staff, who were in the back with him, pulled him back in. hide pulled the door open again, tried to throw himself out. The staff pulled him back in. Over and over. By the time they arrived at Oakwood Apartments, where they lived, everyone was bathed in sweat.

Once at Oakwood, they got out of the car and before doing anything else decided to see hide to his room safely. As they climbed the stairs to the right floor, Hidera spotted something on the wall that caught his attention: A sign with the words FIRE ALARM.

Politely accompanied by the instruction: PULL DOWN

And Hidera was like “Don’t mind if I do!” and ran down the corridor where a number of such fire alarms were conveniently located. And he pulled down every single one of them.

All this happened at about 3 in the morning and the result of hide’s drunken, inexplicable attraction to fire fighting devices was a noise that INA describes as “JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, JIRIRIRIRIRIRI…..” Except louder.

At this point, everyone kind of panicked. A brave, alcohol-fueled attempt to stop the noise by putting the levers back into their original positions failed, and so they reverted back to Plan A: “Escape!” They tried to hide in hide’s room but couldn’t find the key. Meanwhile, more and more of the other residents of the building stepped out into the hallway to see what the fuck was going on. Having lost their hiding place (hide’s apartment), they turned to the only safe place they had left: Heath’s apartment, which was on the same floor. They all stormed inside, locked the door, and then turned off the lights and pretended not to be home.

There was one bright idea that penetrated their alcohol-soaked brains, and that was to call X Japan’s current manager, asking him to come at once.

As they sat in the pitch-black room and waited for the manager’s arrival, the sound of the alarm eventually stopped. In the silence that followed, they pressed their ears against the door and heard a voice outside say: “They went into that apartment! It was that guy!”

And from outside they could hear the incoming sirens of no one, not two, but four fire trucks.

“Eh?” someone asked at that point. “Where is hide-chan?”

hide-chan, as it turned out, was in bed – in Heath’s bed, that is. After fighting the elevator, stealing a fire extinguisher, picking a fight with a security guard, causing a Hollywood-esque car escape sequence, bleeding all over the car seats, disrupting Mama’s night, repeatedly trying to throw himself out of a speeding car, ruining every single neighbor’s night and causing the dispatch of no less than four fire trucks, hide-chan had apparently decided that his work was done and just gone to sleep. With his limps spread out as wide as possible, to take up all the space on the bed that the bed could give.

At this point, all INA could do was laugh. Except, no.

The manager arrived. And then, just after they had given him a quick report on the events leading them there, someone else arrived, and knocked on the door, and they looked out though the peephole and saw a fire fighter in fire-proof clothing standing outside the apartment.

So the manager said, “You guys stay out of sight. I’ll take care of this.” And the guys hid in the other room and peeked out from the doorway as the manager slowly opened the door and the fire fighter said, “The guy who caused the alarm went in here, according to the other residents. Is that true?”

And the manager was like, “Hahahaha, I don’t know. I am Japanse. I don’t understand.”

And he got away with that.

There was some more back and forth, but in the end the fire fighter left and INA rejoiced their rescue. Now that the danger was over, the manager said, “Since hide-san is asleep, everyone should go to their own rooms and go to bed.” Which they did. Except for Heath, who was already in his room and had no available bed to sleep in. And the next day, he had to go to the studio and record the bass parts of Art of Life…

hide, on the other hand, had to take a break from recording while his hand healed. A few days later, when he visited INA, he complained that while the wound healed well, the itching was driving him crazy. And he couldn’t scratch it. He was going up the walls.

And somehow, because of that, no one could be angry with him for all the chaos he’d caused.

The end.

#hide #INA #heath #x japan #kimi no inai sekai #summary #everyone is an idiot #reading this part for the second time I somehow struggled with it more than the first time #which is just tremendously unfair

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alexandersimpleton · 1 year

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Frederick's legs were aching. It hadn't gotten any better since he was ten and first started showing symptoms, but they were still hurting more than usual.

He was talking with Gwen about a book he had an idea for during a sort of lazy day at their castle. They were in the living room with the other two couples, Jack watching the children like a hawk.

"So anyways, they're fighting the big parasite, but a bright light suddenly flashes in Ashling's eyes, and the book ends on one line."

"What what what?" Gwen was hooked

"'The woman woke up, noticing she was chained to a bed. A small part of her started to panick a little, as if she was seeing some sort of truth, but before she could complete the thought, she snuffed it out. After all," He added a final flare to the line, making sure the tone was just right "it would do no good to panick.'"

"Wow. Holy crap that would be so cool!"

"I know right! Someone should totally write that!!"

"Oh, you should write that!"

"Do you really think I'd be able to pull it off?" Frederick sounded flattered.

"Oh, you definitely would!"

Frederick smiled a little, but suddenly winced in pain.

"F-Frederick?"

Frederick found himself falling face-first into the floor, and blacked out.

Frederick woke up in a hospital bed. This brought back memories...

He looked around trying to distract himself, noticing Gwen looking at him.

Frederick was pretty flustered. "G-Gwen! I didn't notice you there." The worry won however, so he asked her "Uh, what's going-" he tried to pull his legs up to his chest, but he realized that he couldn't feel them. He looked down and tried touching them a little, but he didn't feel it on his leg, just his hand.

Gwen noticed the boy cut himself off. Why would he- he touched his leg a little, recoiling back. Did something happen to his legs.

Frederick started hyperventilating. He tried to push himself into the wall with his legs, but he still couldn't feel them.

Gwen put a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"F-Frederick." She took a deep breath. She was panicking just as much as Frederick right now. "Breath with me, okay. In two three four, hold two three four, out two three four." She has only saw Prez do this. Luckily, it seemed to be working somewhat.

Frederick's breathing slowed, and he seemed lucid, but he still looked at his legs, fear in his eyes.

"Do your legs hurt?"

Frederick shook his head.

"C.. can you feel them?"

Frederick shook his head.

Gwen didn't know what to say. She didn't know much more than Frederick.

Blaine walked in, breaking the silence and seeing his brother. Her ran up, hugging the boy tightly. Gwen saw more emotion in his face than she had ever seen out of him before.

But than, Isolde and Leland followed him. Gwen thought he looked rather scared of the latter as the scampered over to the side of the bed.

"Little bro!" Lance looked more panicked than anything as he rushed in. "What happened? Are you hurt? Are you dead? Are you a ghost? I don't want you to be a ghost!"

Frederick chuckled a little. "No, I'm not a ghost. I just-"

"Managed to break himself more." Leland interrupted. He looked at the boy coldly, as if he was some mut to be looked down on rather than his own son.

Blaine wanted to intervene. He wanted to yell at his father, say that Frederick wasn't broken, and that he was amazing, but if he did, Leland would... And he'd... Blaine couldn't. He couldn't take objecting to his father again, or the scars might start showing.

And so, he just looked down, clutching the floor as hard as he could. Gwen noticed the pained look on his face that he had failed to hide. Like his favorite recipe book was being torn up right in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything about it. Like he wanted to pounce on Leland but couldn't. Isolde was having a similar feeling, though she was better at hiding it.

Frederick didn't look as impassioned however. He simply looked down as Leland berated him. All that light that has been slowly building up over time was gone from his eyes.

Eventually, the family, minus Frederick, left the building. As they left, Lance put a hand on Frederick's, taking it back after a glare from Leland. Blaine and Isolde just followed the man, heads down in redesigned silence.

Frederick just stayed in that position, that same, dead look in his face.

"C-can you just leave."

"If you want."

So, it was just Frederick. He pulled his legs up to his chest with his hands, resting his head on them a crying.

Frederick didn't know when he'd fallen asleep. He only knew that he had fallen asleep when he woke up to a window opening.

"Hey kiddo." It was Prez. "A little birdie told me something happened. How are you holding up?" Frederick noticed Monika was riding on her shoulder.

Little to anyone of the plaid or pastel family's knowledge, Monika had come to make sure everything was going well, and hadn't seen Frederick anywhere in the main parts of the castle, so she had searched all over until she found Frederick while he was getting berated by Leland and went to tell Prez.

"Uh," his voice was slightly raspy from crying. "I haven't died yet, I guess. C-can't say the same for my legs though." He let go of the now useless appendages, watching them slide back down the bed.

Both of the two noticed that he was about to cry.

Monika snuggled up to Frederick's neck. She knew crow feathers were soft, so she hoped it'd help.

"Wow. I didn't know crow feathers were so soft."

"Yeah, I know right." Prez said.

"But anyways, Monika said that she saw your father talking to you." Her hand clenched up at the mention of him. Her opinion of the man had been getting low as of late.

Monika turned back into a human. "Yeah, I didn't have my glasses, but you looked kinda sad."

Frederick nodded. "Yeah. Father said some.. not very nice things."

Frederick thinks that was the first time he ever saw Monika look pissed off like that. She had been mad at him for pushing her off a cliff that one time, but here she looked less like she was salty and more like she wanted to peck out something important.

"Kid," Prez seemed serious. "did he say anything about you being broken or whatever? Because if he did, he is so wrong! Got it?"

Monika nodded. "Yeah. You're awesome!"

Frederick blushed a little. "T-thanks."

"Good." Monika said. "Now that that's out of the way... WHERE THE CRAP IS YOUR DAD?! I SWEAR I'M GONNA PECK OUT SOMETHING IMPORTANT!"

Frederick put a hand over her mouth, or tried before he fell off the bed, before crawling over with his hands. "Shhhhh! There are still doctors outside." He was giggling at the sudden change of the girl's tone.

Monika crossed her arms over her chest, resigning to silence, as Prez helped him back on the bed.

The two left the room eventually. They had to get sleep too after all.

But Leland seemed tired the next day. He said a crow kept squawking as he was trying to sleep.

#the cursed princess club #cursed princess club #cpc #prince frederick #cpc frederick #fanfiction #au #other cpc characters #don't wanna tag em all

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ffeelann · 1 year

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That´s how — Kageyama Tobio Oneshot

hi there!!!

I have english and spanish writing commissions open, I don´t do just writting, but translating and essays and stuff. So if you want, you can always ask!

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Internally, Kageyama had a big uncomfortability feeling in that moment. He had been rejected by Yachi, who always helped both him and Hinata with english tests.

Hinata asked for Yachis´s help too but, because of her lack of time, she had to choose between them.

—So, Yachi-chan?— Hinata asked her, while he was staring at Kageyama, who was by his side. Kageyama also gave himself permission to stare at his new english rival.

—I…— while she tried to speak, Kageyama stared at her now, unintentionally scaring her.

And, being honest, choosing between a sunshine vibes boy and someone who seems capable of cutting off your arm with just a look, just like Kageyama, there is a difference, isn´t it?

For Yachi, that difference was extremely clear.

—Kageyama-kun— she said, and Kageyama could feel that shining look in his own eyes. But Yachi kept talking— … I´m sorry, really— Hinata literally jumped in joy while screaming with exclamation, making everyone near them stare on the jumping guy. Kageyama just sighed in answer.

—Stop doing that, Hinata, you have everyone´s attention now!

So that conversation was highly in discussion later, with the club members. Everyone was talking about who could help Kageyama to not fail english again.

—Well, I don´t know. It´s not like you can just spin a rulette with every student and choose one of them— Suga said, while Daichi was looking pretty worried.

Yachi was giving all their respective bottles to the team, and then her brain just formulated a brilliant idea.

—Spinning…— Yachi said, loudly enough for everyone hearing her. Those who were discussing, took place between the other guys who were staring at the youngest manager.

—What´s wrong with that?— Daichi asked.

—Oh, nothing. I just remembered something. I didn´t said nothing before because I haven´t think about it, but…

—¨but…¨?— Kageyama asked.

—There is this girl on class, who has been given lots of extra credits because she is… super cool with lenguages in general— when she said that, Sugawara reacted.

—Are you talking about y/s y/n? I know her— The third year said, while he was making obvious signs to Daichi to understand, but he didn´t.

—I have no idea about it but…

—Oh! Is the sixth girl!— Tanaka said while looking at Nishinoya.

—Six… Sixth on what?

—Oh, there is just… sometimes we guys think about wich girls would we date, for me and my brother right here, she is the number six.

—Is that girl, that japanesse and english teachers use as an example, remember, Daichi? ¨Even when she is younger than you!¨ and such.

Daichi opened his eyes twice as before.

—No way! People says that she just never opens a book before those tests…

—How is someone who doesn´t study, helping me to study?— Kageyama asked, and he was right.

—Well, you can ask her for help.

—Would she help me? I just… don´t even know her.

—Of course she will!— or not. Yachi didn´t really knew that.

—Another question— Kageyama said— Why do you thought of her because of ¨spining¨?

That question was actually interesting, so interesting that everyone just stared at Yachi to know the answer. And this last one just started talking as it was so obvious:

—Oh, y/n-san is always spinning her pens, or pencils… or whatever. I don´t know but, it looks cool.

Everyone had a little smile on their faces, thinking about Yachi´s thoughts simplicity. She noticed this somehow, and started taking notes while noticing she was blushing a little.

—————

So, y/n was still at school that afternoon, and that was a true crime for her, because she didn´t want to be here but, she had to stay because she promissed to help some guys on her friend´s club.

Anyway, she finally was allowed to go home early if she talked with their titular teacher who was apparently in the school yard.

The question was, where in the yard, right? No one specified nothing and she was revising every place she went, but couldn´t find no one.

So when she saw a girl putting watter in lots of bottles, she couldn´t help asking.

—I´m sorry but, I haven´t seen nobody— the girl said with dissapointment in her voice.

—It´s fine, I´ll just keep looking, he has to be somewhere— y/n said.

—O-oh, y/n-san!

—Yes?

—Would you do me a favor?— y/n just stared at her for a moment, and Yachi kept talking— One of the volleyball club members needs your help to studying english… would you mind…?

She were so exhausted she couldn´t say no, somehow. And… what would you lose by helping someone?

—I guess I could— Yachi celebrated internally, and y/n helped her taking those water bottles to the final destiny at the volley club.

Yachi called Kageyama to introduce him to you. He went with both of you once he was replaced by Sugawara on the practice.

—Y/n Y/s— he called Y/n, just to make sure he remembered the name. And he stared at her long messy hair, thinking about that enormus bun wich was not tied by nothing but a pen. He remembered what Yachi said about that lenguage prodigy spinning pens.

—That´s me— she said. He was going to talk, but you did it first— Hitoka said you need my help in english; so, If you need my help, I could try to help.

What was that? why was this girl mixing lenguages, was she trying to challenge him?

—Eh?

—Nothing, I said I´ll help you as long as I can. And as long as you follow my exigences…

Kageyama made himself quiet but, he imediately started trying to talk to you again.

—Uh, do you want me to pay you? or…

—Oh, no. I´m just making my classmate a favor, why would I take your money? I was talking about you going to my house, I just need to know when we´ll start.

—Oh, fine.

—When is the test?

—In three days.

—Okay then, so we are starting tommorrow.

—So soon?

—So soon.

Finally, after that chat, Y/n decided to give him her Line code to contact him and make sure he did know where her house was. She didn´t had nothing but that old pen in her hair, so she used that on his arm to write her code.

And now, he was outside Y/n´s home, in front of a huge garden were the only presence between both teenagers were two big and pretty scary dogs and a medium one.

So… what now? He asked himself. But after two seconds he remembered he had her line and he could contact her.

He inmediately told her he was out of her house, so he could go there and… protect him.

He just needed to send that little message. After two seconds, that girl went out there and calmed down the dogs, impressing the tall one… She looksed that she always was so calm that she could calm anyone down.

A relaxing aura.

—Hey— he said, trying to say hello somehow, and also a little jealous of her being so magnetic and relaxing for everyone, but he was pretty clad for being the center of her attention that afternoon.

That girl was dressed up with a long slided shirt extremely oversized and just shorts… and som sort of flip flops. Kageyama thought she was just as relaxed as her school self.

—Come here, they won't hurt you if you are not afraid of them— she said to him, while she was holding her biggest dogs collar with her hands completely flexed. Tobio noticed this, and he thought for a moment that dog could bring her down to the floor if he wanted to— Come on, Kageyama.

He didn't want to desobey her, so he just walked into the house. That house was as simple as her, it was warm, a family home. Apparently, his new teacher had a huge garden. A lovely one.

While he wasn't looking, she put the TV on.

—I should have imagined…— Kageyama complained, but Y/n heard that, so she continued the conversation.

—Don't tell me… or better do, what have you heard about me?

—That you never study, or stuff like that. You know what? I don't think this is not…

—I don't, at least not like they do… but I don't think you should go, King.

He turned around for a moment, looking at her with no mercy in his eyes.

—Don't call me that, never.

She smiled at him, and also invited him to sit with her.

—You can tell me about it… in english. And I'll give you my own tecniques.

Kageyama raised an eyebrow, what was she saying? She knew he did not like that name? Or was she joking? What was he hearing from her?

—Want to pass that exam, Kageyama? You don't need to think about you, just… thnk on your team. Come on, man. Come here.

He showed her a frown, as he was telling her not to try to convince him anymore.

But she just winked at him.

—In my experience, talking to someone will help you like three times a book can. Trust me.

—Why sould I?

—Because… oh! Yes, because you need to pass.

Kageyama frown at first. but he immediately sigh at Y/n, when she stared at him with a smile.

—Mine are not empty words. Let me hear what bothers you, what do you think, what did you do at practice today… tell me all those things. Watching movies is also a better idea to learn lenguages, did you know?

—How would I learn like that?

She smiled and patted the empty place next to her. He felt like he was losing some sort of competition, but he just obeyed her.

—I'm not going to judge you at all... I'm going to tell you some things about me. I think we could be pretty good friends— Y/n said, with a pretty wide smile.

—Why do you say that?

—I like you, you apparently don't like me but you still came, just because of your team.

He ended up telling her lots of things, eventually the movies where left to the end, because they were extremely concentrated on talking to each other. Y/n didn't allow him to speak japanesse that afternoon, so he had to learn a couple of things.

After that day, he opened his text book, and he got surprised because of understanding a little more than before... was she the solution? Was she a genius?

He went to school pretty confident when he had that test. Because he had been studying hard with Y/n all those days... it was awesome somehow, he didn't understand most of words at first... but then, structures and grammar just came to his head and he started to recognise some sort of... algorithms.

He finally did it. Kageyama passed.

—Look at this, Y/n! I did it great!— he showed his 78 out of 100 in his english test, super proud of it.

You smiled to him, with lots of simplicity in her eyes. He felt a little embarassed.

—What did I told you?

—I'm... I'm sorry for thinking about you as an asshole at first. Really.

—It's fine. No one thinks I'm serious. But don't say anything to the teachers, they could do bad things to me...

—Bad things?

—Or at least give me, I don't know, more difficult tests.

Kageyama nodded with shine in his eyes.

—Don't worry! Even if someone told them, you would ace those exams too!

Now, you were a little embarassed.

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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It’s not a tough decision.

It’s not a decision at all.

The moment Max had told him that he goes to the ice cream shop alone, David knew it.

He knew he will be going there too.

On Wednesday nights.

Where Max is, that’s where David wants to be.

He grabs his phone and keys and leans over his bed to give Chopin a kiss. “Daddy will be back soon, mon trésor. Be good for me.”

He makes his way to the front door when he hears her call out for him.

“Chouchou. Where are you going?” Miss Fairchild says, frowning ever so slightly.

“Um,” David says, searching for a lie. He doesn’t like lying. Especially to the people he loves. “Out?”

Not a lie.

“I can see that,” she chuckles. “It’s late, darling. Are you meeting with a friend?”

“Yes!” David says, a little too enthusiastically.

This is not a lie either.

The woman settles into the sofa. “At this time?”

“Yes.”

So far. So good.

“Who is the friend?”

“It’s a friend from book club.”

Not bad. Not bad.

“Oh,” she sounds pleased. “Who is it?”

Oh crap.

Sometimes he wishes he was like Max.

But no. They both can’t be chaotic. Their children would turn out to be absolute nightmares.

David blushes at his own thought and clears his throat.

He could just tell her. It’s not like she would forbid him to go.

Even if she did, that would be so romantic. David has always liked forbidden romance the best.

He swallows and opens his mouth - to say the truth or to lie. He isn’t sure. He will have to wait and see for himself.

“Um. I’m actually going to Alb-”

“Clary! I think I broke one of your vases!” Mr Herondale comes running. “I swear it was an accident this time.”

Miss Fairchild rolls her eyes. “Jace! I told you not to go into the studio.”

She walks away, glaring at her husband. Mr Herondale turns to him. “You have two minutes to escape.”

David smiles. “Did you really break a vase?”

“Not yet. But I will if I have to,” he winks. “Now. Run!”

David runs. To the man. He hugs him tightly. “Thank you.”

Then he runs to the garage and starts the jeep.

He gets to Albany in two hours.

The distance doesn’t seem as far as it used to be.

Max feels closer now.

But he worries if this closeness is an illusion.

He worries if he is on borrowed time.

What happens when he goes to back to Cambridge?

Would Max go back to not talking to him again?

Would Max go back to his life of one night stands and NDAs?

Would Max call someone else ‘sweetheart’?

Even if it’s “derogatory” as he says?

All the little questions inside his head disappear the moment he walks into that ice cream shop.

All the worries about the future and the pain from the past disappear when he sees Max eating ice cream all on his own.

David takes a few quick strides and slides into the seat opposite the other boy. “Mind if I join you?”

Max looks up.

He smiles.

Then there is this look on his face.

David has seen that look many times.

In the past. Recently. All the time.

He has only ever seen that look on Max’s face when he is looking at David.

He wonders what it means.

He wonders what secrets Max keeps hidden inside himself.

He knows Max isn’t easy.

Max has never been easy.

David knows that. He has always known that.

And he loves Max anyway.

What is that Alex said?

On purpose. I love him on purpose.

David smiles back at Max. He reaches out and takes his hand in his.

I don’t just love him on purpose. He is my purpose.

He is my everything.

An official warning to Mr. David Beauchamp to staph being a cutie patootie. This little snippet is for @springlily25 who is like the best person ever. I think David and Lily would be good friends. The amazing moodboard, as always, is by @all-the-cool-ones-are-gone. I never know how you manage to make them perfect every time.

Also. A quick announcement that I will not be posting this Tuesday since I’m going out of town for work tonight and I’ll only be back home on Wednesday. So, I'll be MIA till then. I’ll see you on Wednesday night with a sexy magazine cover. Till then, homos, homies and hoes.

#tlnd #true love never dies #mavid

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moonlight-phobia · 1 year

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... *awkwardly steps back into the scene*

Ok let's just ignore that I literally found your intro post for Sugita not even a minute after sending the first ask

Sometimes it would be helpful to turn on my brain before bothering people

But!! Then I'd just like to take the chance to ask for more information on her (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

NAKSKSKSKANA ASHIBSH

I promise I’m not crying. Okay maybe a little bit I am also I rolled on the floor for a solid five minutes listening to FightSong by Eve because I was happy 🥹

Anyway onto Sugita! She’s my lil sweetie but I probably dump a lot of emotional stuff on her oops! Anyway let’s get started!

❄︎ Sugita is a winter child, she does have a slower heartbeat due to being raised in grueling temperatures so hot weather isn’t her thing at all

❄︎ Takes medication for this: really it’s just a potion made from a certain people in Ahtohallan. Cools down the body so it can handle warm temperatures.

❄︎ Sugita’s favorite flowers are Snowdrops!

❄︎ As all students are given a magical pen she has one but prefers to use her Sovnya - it’s a type of spear in her personal view she thinks it’s easier to use.

❄︎ Crowley took it away from her though because he was worried she would stab someone- a certain someone needs to tell him that Malleus’s staff is just as dangerous.

❄︎ Favorite Food? Salmon.

❄︎ In a fight she’s rather crude- doesn’t care about where your from or your background. In a magic battle one is just another target to be frozen over

❄︎ How she got into Pomefiore? The mirror of course but this choice was also based on her rather timeless seeming appearance. Though Vil also harshly announced he was going to be taking the snow fox before she even got to have her turn!

❄︎ Her eyes are a storm grey and she’s been mistaken as blind a few times because of this- growing up with little sunshine has caused this. Her regular eye color would be purple in a better setting.

❄︎ Floyd bothers her for being short as she’s 5’3. This has caused her to smack him with her magical pen. Gave her the nickname “Cichlid” after the Ram Cichlid as they can be territorial but get along with peaceful fish that don’t pose a threat.

❄︎ Epel and Sugita have a book of roasting Vil. It’s in a lock box so he can’t get too it or else they’d both be in big trouble

❄︎ Sugita is in the Bakery club but she’s the Vice for the Sewing Department in Pomefiore by making sure everything goes on schedule.

❄︎ She’s got a fear of small spaces but also over her memory, her memory skills are kinda poor

❄︎ Sugita lies sometimes about knowing how to read- news flash she barely does. Basics are easy but a full on 10 and above paper or essay don’t ask her to review that for you. Girl has magical glasses for that.

❄︎ Her familiars are snakes - one day I’ll draw them lol. Their names are Shuten, Shuele, and Shutwe they are triplets- you would rarely see them though because they drain a lot of magic.

❄︎ 𝙵𝙰𝙺𝙴 Parents: Brhadvisa and Hitori Yoko (No Relationship)

❄︎ 𝙵𝙰𝙺𝙴 Elder Brother: Subuki Yoko (Neutral Relationship)

❄︎ Some Backstory: Sugita was born to a pretty ruthless family life- there was no such thing as settling down and they were always moved due to her parents beliefs. Being seen as the lag behind due to her rather poor health. A child born of ice and snow. Would be the easiest way to describe Sugita- hot weather is something she can’t handle for long periods of time or locked rooms. Hidden child. The elder brother was seen as a successor to everything whilst her being born was more seen to them as a curse. Arriving in the more mountain regions is where she was dropped off at the tender age of four- a wild child. While she may have a rather tender and sweet looking face she’s as feral compared to a fox being caught in a net. The body has attuned to the cold settling and growing the power of her own magic- she’s rather easy going with animals.

❄︎ Voice Headcanon:

Horie Yui - Japanese

Nicole Gose- English

OKAY I THINK I WENT A BIT OVERBOARD BUT SHES MY BABY AND ALSO SHE HAS A WOLF BREED THAT I MADE UP TOO HIS NAME IS MINO 😭

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #you’re so sweet #I love your oc btw #thanks so muchhhh #made my day ✨#Sugita Yoko #Revalus rambles

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mega-gogo-man · 1 year

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Evening Date

After a nice evening together, June and Sheena find an inviting pool and decide it'd be a waste not to use it.

A short, fluffy, romantic story of my OCs I came up with last year whilst drawing this picture.

This was clearly a case of me coming up with a story after I'd drawn the pic, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

The dark theatre was flooded with bright stage lights as the performance I had just witnessed drew to a close. A thunderous applause roared through the entire venue as the flamboyantly dressed actors bowed to the crowd. As I clapped along the rest of the audience, June was in the seat beside me, cheering out loud as she seemed to be wiping tears from her eyes. She’d been talking about how she wanted to see the play ‘In Secret’ for a long time, so I decided to take her to see it as a treat as I’d been busy at work and June had been occupied with studies at her university before the summer. The play was about a royal knight who falls in love with a princess, so the princess had to disguise herself as a hand maiden to ensure the King wouldn’t find out about their relationship. Apparently, it was based on a book or movie or something that June liked. The finale clearly did the job at ending things in a spectacular way and it was a hit with the entire theatre.

As the curtains drew for the final time, the crowd eventually died down and people began making their way out of the theatre. Me and June walked out into the night as the crowd dispersed into the streets.

“That was so cool!” June smiled, still giddy from the spectacle of the finale.

“I’m glad it turned out to be everything you hoped it’d be.” I replied. We were in fancy evening dresses, June wearing a silky teal dress with frills, whereas I went for a red, full length velvet gown. We rarely dress ourselves up in makeup and fancy jewelry, so I felt a little strange wearing all this extra stuff I’m not used to. Walking in these high heels felt especially awkward, even if I did end up liking how they looked on me. June, with her makeup, dress and decorated nails, looked incredibly elegant. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail as she usually does, but this time it was held together with a hair clip adorned with shining pearls. Despite her mature allure, she was still acting like a kid at Disneyland.

“Hehe, I was tearing up a little at the end.” June giggled, “Oh, Sheena. Is my makeup ok?” She turned and leaned towards me. Though I noticed her eyes welled up during the applause, it didn’t seem like any tears ran down her face to smear her eyeliner.

“You look fine, June, don’t worry!” I reassured her.

“Oh good.” she replied in relief. The crowd around us was thinning as we continued to walk down the night streets. “So, what did you think about it?” She asked me.

“Me? Yeah, I liked it a lot...” I paused to think of something other than ‘yeah it’s good’. I ended up liking it more than I thought I would, too. I’d never really been one for theatre or dance, so I didn’t really know what to expect. I did feel like I was a little out of my depth here, everyone was dressed in formal wear which isn’t something I do often, and I always felt like there were elements to their performance I was missing that a more distinguished audience would be able to better appreciate or critique. I at least enjoyed the spectacle of their bombastic performance and the music. “The music was really good; I was surprised by how well it all came together.”

“I know, right!?” June beamed, “The way the composer used the motifs from all the previous songs in the finale was genius.” I honestly hadn’t any clue what she was talking about, but I still liked seeing her gush about this kind of thing. We continued walking down the night streets lined with bars, clubs and hotels, illuminated with garish neon signs that bathed us in many different shades of hot pink and bright blue, as we made our way back to our hotel. Eventually, June seemed to have calmed down from the rush, but she was still glowing from the night we had. She took my hand and held it gently. “Thanks for taking me to see the show, Sheena.” She smiled.

“Hey, don’t mention it. I had a really good time.” I smiled back at her. It was nice to be together like this; it had been a little while since we had the time to do our usual diving sessions, let alone the time to just hang out. Maybe it was because of how long it had been that being together made me feel a little giddy inside too. Eventually we arrived at the hotel. It was now late into the night, so it was quiet in the lobby area. Since the theatre was quite far from home and the performance was late, we’d booked a room here and were due to check out first thing in the morning. Our room was out towards the back, but there was a shortcut we could take by walking out into the courtyard and climbing some stairs up towards a balcony. We entered the courtyard where the outdoor bar area was, which seemed to be closed at the moment.

“Hey Sheena, look.” June pointed the hotel pool which was at the center of the courtyard. Illuminated by the underwater pool lights, the surface of the water sparkled like a shimmering emerald as the rest of the courtyard was dimly lit. Half the surface of the pool had a plastic pool cover draped haphazardly over it. It seemed like it was past the opening time for the pool. “Hehe, the pool looks so inviting doesn’t it~?”

“Yeah, it does...” I replied. It was a pretty warm summer, and even the cover of night provided only mild respite from the humid heat, so the idea of taking a swim right now seemed divine. Not only that, it’s been far too long since we went swimming together...

I missed seeing June underwater...

“I’d love to go swimming right about now... It’s a shame we didn’t bring swimsuits.” June lamented. We hadn’t intended to go swimming; we didn’t even know the hotel had a pool and since we were leaving early in the morning, we wouldn’t have any time to use it. Since there’s a pool here, though, it seems like it’d be a missed opportunity not to use it while we’re together.

“Hmm, well we don’t need swimsuits to swim, do we?” I smirked at her, as a devious idea formed in my mind.

“Huh?” June turned to me, looking perplexed. “What do you mean? I’m not gonna strip off out here!” Stripping hadn’t even crossed my mind, and although that also sounded fun, I had something else in mind.

“Well, you can stay in your dress if you want.” I smirked. I took off my heels, relieving some strain from my now bare feet as I began to make my way towards the pool. “Since we have a pool here, I think I’ll cool off for a bit...” June paused for a moment, before I heard the footsteps of her heels rushing towards me.

“Wha-? Wait, stop!” June blustered in a hushed tone, grabbing me by the arm. “You're gonna ruin your dress!”

“Come on, June.” I teased, giving her a smirk. “The water looks great.”

“W-Well... Yeah, it does...” June stammered, turning red as she tried not to make too much noise. “But! Look, the pools clearly closed, you’re gonna get into trouble!” She was right, the pool cover had been unfurled and, although it only covered half the pool, it was clear no one was meant to be using this at this hour.

“Haah, fine. You’re right, I shouldn’t get myself into trouble...” I feigned a dejected sigh as I turned back towards her. June gave a relieved sigh as she foolishly let her guard down. I gently grabbed her by the shoulders and whispered to her... “I’ll let you get into trouble first.”

“... Wha?” June barely had a moment to react before I gave a firm shove and pushed her into the pool. She let out a surprised squeal before it was cut off by her splashing into the once still surface. I felt the water splash over my dress as she fell in, and couldn’t help but laugh at what I’d done. After a moment, June emerged from the surface, coughing and spluttering. “Gaah! What the fuck, Sheena!?” she yelled angrily, wiping her soaking hear from her face. Her hair, once tied back, was now flowing free; it seemed like the impact of the splash dislodged her hairclip. Her long, frilly dress flowed around her legs as she treaded the water, exasperated. I laughed again that I actually managed to do this to her, but after a moment I felt a small spark of guilt run in my stomach. June didn’t seem to be finding the situation as funny as I did, as she looked at me with a disgruntled look, furrowing her brow as she wiped the water from her face.

Maybe I went too far?

I took a second to compose myself before I knelt down by the pool edge.

“I’m sorry, June, I couldn’t resist.” I chuckled, “I mean, you said you wanted to swim!” June pouted, and gave me a brief look of contempt before she slowly swam towards me to pull herself out. By now I really was beginning to feel bad; I probably messed up that dress of hers. I might have ruined an otherwise amazing evening for her just because I was being a jackass and thought I was funny.

I’ll have to think of a way to make it up to her.

As she approached me, I reached out my arm to her. “Sorry, June. Here, I’ll help you out...” June huffed as she contemplated even taking my offer at all, before she almost reluctantly took my arm. She reached out and grabbed my arm with her delicate, slender fingers.

Man, she did a really nice job with her nails...

In the brief moment whilst my mind was distracted, June tugs my arm fiercely, causing me to lose balance. I let out a startled yelp before I find myself pulled forward and I am plunged into the turquoise pool water. It was a little colder than I was expecting; the heating must have been turned off at this time. I ended up falling in face first as I sank upside down. Kicking my legs, I reorientated myself upright, before pushing myself up to the surface. As I emerged, June was beside me, laughing hysterically to herself.

“Alright, Sheena, I forgive you now~” We both giggled at ourselves as the waves we created lapped against the pool edge. We were both illuminated by the pool lights below, our bodies glowing in a serene blue hue. Water was still trickling from our soaking wet hair. The warm smile on June’s face was precious, and also a pleasant relief after I thought I might have offended her. I couldn’t help but smile back. After what felt like a long moment, June seemed to notice me staring at her as her chortling subsided. Her grin gave way to a gentler smile. She slowly approached me, and placed her fingers along my cheek as we began staring into each other's eyes... “This is nice... I’ve missed this...” she whispered.

Being in the pool felt just as good as it looked before we got in, as we floated together, bobbing on the surface. The gentle waves of the pool licked and caressed our shoulders. The faint dripping sounds of droplets falling and trickling from our wet hair punctuated the sounds of the rippling pool and the distant traffic on the streets beyond the hotel. I could feel the soft fabric of my gown flowing around my legs as I tread water.

Her face edged closer and closer to mine; I could feel her warm breath upon my body. I took a deep breath, taking in an oddly alluring aroma of both the chlorinated pool water and the floral scented cologne she was wearing, which still faintly clung to her despite being in the water. The cool pool water only made the warmth of her body against mine all the more apparent. Her eyes glistened, reflecting the glittering night lights like jewels. Her eyelids and cheeks looked a little darker as the eyeliner she had been concerned about before was now running down her face. Her smiling lips were slightly parted. Her lips, so soft, so alluring, edged ever closer to my own. Slowly, I gently placed my hand behind her head. I pursed my lips and, slowly, leaned forward. My lips hungry for hers, ready to...

Just then, both our attentions turned towards the main building. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement from the curtains of one of the hotel rooms. It seemed like people were noticing the commotion we made. It was pretty late, after all, and we were probably disturbing a lot of people trying to sleep. Not to mention we weren’t even supposed to be here in the first place. It wouldn’t be long before someone who worked at the hotel would come along and see what we were doing.

“Uh... We should probably get out of here before someone yells at us.” I chuckled.

“Y-yeah, probably a good idea.” June blushed. I gave her another smile before I turned and began to swim to the edge of the pool. “Ah, wait!” June exclaimed, looking flustered and concerned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“My hair clip, I can’t find it.” June was frantically looking around her. Of course, her hair clip came off when I pushed her into the water. I looked around too; the pool wasn’t particularly deep and the water was crystal clear and well lit, yet I also couldn’t find any sign of it.

That’s weird, it couldn’t have gone far...

It was then my attention turned to the other half of the pool that had the pool cover over it. It’s the only place we couldn’t see from the surface.

“Wait a sec, June. I’ll look for it under there.” I paddled towards the pool cover and then, after taking a deep breath, dove beneath the surface. It turned out the pool cover was covering the deep end of the pool. Suddenly things began to make more sense; the pool floor sloped downwards, and June’s hair clip must have sunk and slid down the slope towards the deepest part of the pool. I kicked my legs and dove deeper to find it. Swimming in a full evening dress was a strange feeling; my flowing gown liked to wrap around my legs as I kicked, making things feel a little awkward and more constrained than I was used to. I still had no problem diving, though as I pushed my way through the water.

Sure enough, I could see the decorated hair clip resting at the point the pool floor flattened out. The deepest point was about 12 feet, maybe deeper. I crawled myself towards the hair clip and grabbed it. As I turned around to swim back to the open part of the pool, I was startled by the sight of June, who I hadn’t even realized had followed me beneath the pool cover. She wore a slight, mischievous grin as she swam quickly towards me.

Huh? What are you doi-

Before I even react, June threw her arms around me pulled me towards her, and firmly pressed her lips against mine.

“Mmblpl!?”

It was all so sudden I couldn’t help but let out a surprised gurgle. However, the surprise quickly faded into bliss, as I quickly relaxed and began kissing her back. I ran my fingers along June's free-flowing hair, gently caressing her head as she continued to kiss me with those soft lips of hers. Our evening dresses flowed around our legs; the long, draping fabric almost intertwining with each other. Her body was on top of mine, almost pushing me down as we floated together, just barely touching the bottom of the pool. I could feel her run her fingers up and down my back as she embraced me underwater underneath the pool cover, hidden away from the prying eyes of any of the hotel guests. Bubbles trickled gently from June’s nose, as they rose and began to pool against the covered surface above us. I hadn’t even noticed my hands had already dropped her hair clip again just so they could feel up June’s soft skin on her arms.

We both knew that we needed to get out of the pool as soon as possible; like the Knight and Princess in the play there'd be dire consequences if we were caught. None of that mattered, though. We continued to enjoy each other's embrace beneath the cover. Our lips continued to peck and caress each other, playfully nibbling and suckling at our soft, sensual flesh, as small bubbles trickled between our lips each time they parted. How long had we been underwater? When was the last time we shared a moment like this? None of that seemed to matter as we were both lost in the moment. More seconds, maybe even minutes passed, before the reality eventually creeped in and our lips finally parted. June smiled gently, though she had a slight look of discomfort on her face that signaled she needed to breathe. I nodded as she turned to swim back up towards the shallow end of the pool. Almost forgetting her hair clip, I picked it up from the pool floor where I had dropped it and promptly followed her.

Eventually we broke the surface of the pool. June was catching her breath from our dive, her dripping wet hair was draped over her eyes. It’s clear why she prefers to tie her hair back, but the sight of June in her element with her hair down was an undeniably appealing sight. She turned and looked at me once again, and her panting gave way to chuckling before she descended to elated, uncontrollable laughter. The laugh was so contagious I couldn’t help but join in and laugh at our absurd situation; fully dressed in a pool we weren’t supposed to be in, looking as ungraceful as possible as the water had ruined the makeup we put so much care into as our dumb laugher drowned out the complaining of one of the hotel staff, dressed smartly in his uniform standing beside the pool.

"Ladies, you need to get out of that pool now.” he said, sternly. Me and June tried to compose ourselves. Dealing with our nonsense is probably the last thing this poor guy needs right now, so we decided to bother him no further and take our leave. As we pulled ourselves out of the water, our waterlogged dresses dragged heavily around our legs. I made a token effort to wring out the water, the sounds of the water splashed against the paved floor of the courtyard. June approached the hapless receptionist and began to apologize profusely. She clearly felt bad for being caught, but since she was so giddy the apology almost seemed disingenuous. She must have worked some of her natural charm, though, as the man could only let out an exasperated sigh. “... It’s fine, just get out of here before I call security, you’re disturbing the guests.”

June nodded, and then ran back towards me, grabbing me by the arm, and we sheepishly ran back to our room. Our still soaking dresses leaving a wet trail along the court yard floor. In the corridors we tread silently, as to not disturb any of the guests and get us into any deeper trouble than we already were. As we approached our room to finally end the long night, June grinned, and leaned in towards my ear as she whispered quietly.

“Next time, we’ll bring swimsuits...”

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The Finale

My last Bob’s Burgers bedrooms

These are the characters that I forgot about but I want to make sure they get the recognition they deserve

These are HEAVY on the headcannons guys

Like they are pretty much JUST headcannons

Some are kinda shippy

I don’t usually like to get involved in shipping stuff, just because I can honestly get behind any ship if I want to lol

But these were just fun little headcannons of what I feel are kinda obvious ships

Okay maybe one of them is a guilty pleasure sue me

NOT ALL OF THESE ARE SHIP RELATED

Just to clarify

Starting off strong with Jimmy Sr.’s (And Trev’s) room!

Soooooooo

Jimmy and Trev don’t LIVE together but like

They live together

Lowkey think Trev and Jimmy had an emotional affair turned physical and that is part of the reason Jimmy got divorced

The real reason Jimmy is so jealous of Bob is because Bob can be openly himself (with his sexuality, just in general, really) and Jimmy feels like he has to hide himself, kinda

That was long winded I’m sorry guys

#jimmy and trev angst lowkey

But anyway

At first Jimmy wanted his room to be kinda like a bachelor pad

Hence the tacky bed frame

But then Trev was like no

And just forcefully moved himself in?

Idk but like can’t u see it

Jimmy is totally against Trev moving in with him

But custody with the kids is already settled (50/50) and his ex wife knows about Trev so there’s really no losing his kids atm

Jimmy has a stark white carpet to make it more bachelor pad-y

But Trev didn’t really think it went with his own cottagecore vibe

So he just slapped his carpet on top

And bam, kinda boho eclectic carpet combo

Again, with the bachelor pad thing, Jimmy installed two LED purple lights on the floor

Trev thinks they’re kinda ugly but they were EXPENSIVE so he makes due

He covers one of them up with his carpet

Can you tell whose side is whose yet?

Trev didn’t get to pick the nightstand, but he makes due

It is still Jimmy’s house, after all

Trev is an occasional tea drinker before bed

He keeps his book of the month on the nightstand, just in case he has the time

It wasn’t hard to convince Jimmy of the candle

“For the ambience” he said to convince him

And Jimmy ate it right up

Jimmy had installed really bright white over head lights

Trev hates them (they hurt his eyes!) but again, it’s not really his room, it’s Jimmy’s

Trev still has his own apartment btw so don’t go thinking that he doesn’t have space to express himself

Jimmy does love Trev and if they did officially live together they would each have a say in decoration

(But Jimmy would still have more say because, well, he prefers it that way and Trev likes to keep him happy)

It’s not the healthiest of relationships, guys

Jimmy has a dope oil painting of a ship at sea

He thinks it’s cool af

Maybe if he has a ship on his wall it’ll manifest him getting his spot in the yacht club

His dresser is modern

Trev forced his way into the bottom drawer

But Jimmy still possesses half of it (for his socks)

Jimmy also has the whole of the top drawer

There’s a mirror above the dresser

For Jimmy to fix his hair with and for other activities if they so ensue

Anyway his hair gel is set on top of the dresser

(Trev isn’t allowed to keep his personal items in sight of the kids)

And Jimmy is lowkey pale-ish so he does apply self tanner every once in a while

He also bought an expensive set of martini glasses so they’re all his drinks out of

Don’t worry, when Jimmy Jr. And Andy and Ollie are staying with him every other week they have their own designated glasses that he brought home from the restaurant

So they have age appropriate drink ware

Over all their room is a little cute? Idk

So this is for Ron and Hugo

Hugo had a relatively okay studio apartment before he moved in with Ron

They’re like officially together but unofficially

Not because they aren’t proud but Hugo still isn’t rlly out to anyone and Ron is just happy to be with him

So yeah

Anyway

So Hugo moved in with Ron

Ron rents out the back end of a small house in a middle class neighborhood

But like, lower middle class

Ron wishes he had a garden of his own but he can settle for sharing with the tenant at the front of the house

There’s no backyard, btw

It’s just a small fence and a two car parking spot

The fence divides them from a diff house’s backyard lol

Both Ron and Hugo are avid readers so they have a good assortment of books that they have each read or plan to read

Hugo is kind of a neat freak

So there’s the cleaning spray and cloth on the shelf lol

Hugo has allergies and he KNOWS that book shelves collect a LOT of dust

Now, Hugo would never have wanted a cat or pet of any kind but Ron already had a cat before they even knew each other so he had to learn to deal with it

And secretly not so secretly he has fallen in love with Kirby

But still, Ron is more active in taking care of her

Hugo just cannot stomach it

The plants were also not Hugo’s choice

He has ALLERGIES

Ron loves gardening though and since he can’t have an actual garden Hugo is happy to oblige as long as flowering plants are not kept in the house

And if you think their room is bad you should see their living area/kitchenette

Good lord someone let Ron switch sides of the house so he can garden just a little bit

Hugo is a pale dude

So he makes sure to keep sun block around him next to his bedside table

Hugo also has cold ass feet so he has an extra carpet next to his side of the bed

Also on his side, a bucket and sponge

Because Kirby can sense that Hugo isn’t her biggest fan and takes revenge on him the only way she knows how

So he keeps the bucket there at all times just in case

Ron has a cat treat/toy on his side to try to keep Kirby to stay with him and not bother Hugo

It works half of the time

Ron uses lotion and even though it makes him smell kind of like an aunt he likes to be soft

And he just drinks out of a mug lol not tea not coffee just water (tap water, it’s not even cold)

And the art on the wall is Ron’s choice he thinks the paintings are cute

BTW I absolutely recognize that canonnically there is no evidence that Ron and Hugo are together. I think there is tons of evidence that Ron is gay/ has feelings for Hugo but so far there is no really good evidence to Hugo reciprocating Ron’s feelings. I just like this ship so 🙄

Mr. Fishoeder’s room?

Ik he seems like the kinda guy to have a modern all white and sleek kind of home but based on cannon he has an old-timey kind of aesthetic

He tries to keep on theme

Mr. Fishoeder doesn’t have one consistent partner so he makes sure to have wine and cigarettes at the ready

He has a walk in closet in a different room of the house, so he doesn’t keep much clothing in his dresser drawers

Just towels and such

He doesn’t like to flaunt his money but he does keep a not so secret stash of bills in his cupboard area

He reads maybe sometimes but not often so the books aren’t worth displaying

And his cologne he hides in the cupboard as well

His papa is on top of the shelf in the urn

He doesn’t want to display him somewhere where Felix can easily steal him

And Calvin finds himself to be kind of like a collector of rare and expensive items

Hence the skull

The clock is just there because it fits the aesthetic

The mirror *above* the bed for whatever you want it ti be there for

Calvin cares less about looks than Felix but he still values looking cool in front of his guests

So he does hide the fan he needs up in his room behind a curtain

The fan is ugly but he NEEDS it

It gets bloody hot up in his bedroom

He does have a flat screen TV in the shape of a vintage one

It’s pretty cool, if you ask him

The oil paintings just fit his whole vibe

They’re older looking and expensive lol

I imagine that Mr. Fishoeder is an olive eating man

They’re a good rich person snack and they are delicious with whatever alcohol he’s having that night lmao

The phone makes him feel like a cool vintage mafia boss lol

The tall lamp to the side is just there because Calvin is admittedly getting older and needs more yet dimmer lights to see

That’s it, really

It’s Felix!

He has a decently large room

And he is much more into keeping up with trends and style and such

So he has a kind of theme he’s going for

Kind of antique, but modernized

He’s not thrilled to be living in a treehouse but he’ll make due

God, he misses his apartment in NYC

But you know, he’s happy to live and be close with his brother again

He won’t admit it, but he’s missed Calvin

In fact, the painting above his bed is a specially commissioned portrait of him and Calvin as onions

From that one caricature artist that spends time on the pier

He’s featured in a couple of episodes you’d know him if you saw him lol

The beetroot portrait is by the same guy, but this time it’s a painting of Felix and Fanny

He isn’t big into art, but Felix does like those framed insect hangings

But Felix does love plants (not gardening, just plants)

He keeps potted ones around and even though he doesn’t do the watering (he has people for that) he likes the way they look

the rose is for Fanny next time she comes over btw

She’s not there a lot because she has zero interest in living in a tree but he’s hopeful

He enjoys aroma therapy so he has those weird smelling sticks from homesense lol

And even though Calvin calls it perfume IT ISNT

It’s cologne

Just very floral

He prefers to keep his clothing hanging in his closet (it prevents wrinkles) so the dresser is just there for looks/for his delicates

And even though he’s usually alright at putting his work out mat away he got lazy and just left his stuff on the floor

It’s been almost two weeks

You would think that his help would have had it put away by now

(Spoiler alert, he doesn’t have any “help” Calvin just told him he does so he wouldn’t get upset)

The potted plants are fake too, Felix just doesn’t know it

He lives in a TREE there is literally not enough sunlight so sustain basically any plant life

But whatever, what Felix doesn’t know won’t hurt him

Felix basically insisted that almost every room in his treehouse have a chandelier

Makes it feel more mansion-y

Those double doors are his closet lol

These are only SOME of his clothes

He does have an extra little walk-in closet for the rest of them

His casual clothes are kept in his room closet along with the clothes that wouldn’t fit in the walk in

he likes scented candles and things

So scented candle on his bedside table

The bed is kinda boho chic

He likes it, kinda

The magic is in the mattress

The little couch at the end of his bed ties in with the red curtain on the other side of his room

Felix has a bit of a drinking problem

But only cocktails or vodka

Usually

And he is definitely more Braggy than his brother is when it comes to money

If you’ve got it, flaunt it, ya know?

Teddy is our last guy!

He might be a hoarder but there’s really not a lot that he keeps in his room

He keeps snacks in his night stand

And don’t tell Linda but he knows her hands are soft af so he started buying the same brand of lotion as her lol

He drinks coffee 24/7

It’s the only thing keeping him sane at this point

The lamp just suits him

Also I think technically there would be a window above his bed but I digress

He kinda bought into that holistic crystal stuff

So that’s next to his bed now

And he did used to have a cat, but she died and then he got Francis

He has a lil Kitty shrine on the shelf there

He doesn’t see a point in having art hanging around in his room

But I think ideally tho he would like to have a framed pic of him and the belchers lmao

He has a book that’s like electricity for dummies

Idk just makes sense

He has random building supplies on his shelf lol

And Teddy LOVES 80s music!

He listens to it every morning while getting ready

He doesn’t rlly take care of his room the way he does the rest of the house

So the pain is cracked and chipped

But you know, he loves his little room and his therapist says that it’s good for him to have an outlet where he doesn’t have to focus on fixing everything

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