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dear evan hansen sky high au

the wonderful @galaticpanda and I spent the past few days brainstorming this

inspired by this les mis fic where les amis were all at Sky High


  • has the power to make plants grow anywhere
  • of course, his favorite type of plant to grow is trees
  • has a ton of little flowers and flowerpots growing in his room
  • gets too nervous going up to show his power so he ends up getting picked to be sidekick
  • doesn’t want to use it to harm people
  • let him grow his trees in peace
  • grows little bonsai trees and stuff when he gets anxious to calm himself down
  • when he goes full on panic attack things start to grow on him uncontrollably
  • always has twigs and leaves and petals in his hair. The other four are always pulling them out but he is never plant-free for long
  • connor thinks he looks adorable
  • leaves little flowers for people when he can tell they’re hurting
  • largely linked to his feelings/emotions
  • spends the night at connor’s or something and they wake up to a little rainforest 


  • power: invisibility
  • when he and zoe were younger, they’d play hide and seek and he’d always play little cute tricks on her by disappearing so she can’t find him
  • goes into his room and turns invisible when he wants to be alone
  • or when he doesn’t want people to see him at school
  • mainly uses it to avoid social situations
  • gets picked as hero because his power is useful, but he hates having that much pressure on him so he doesn’t try very hard
  • also turns invisible when he’s embarrassed, so when he starts liking evan he disappears whenever evan looks at him
  • evan thinks it’s because connor doesn’t like him, but later on he realizes that it’s actually because he does
  • of course when evan realizes this he makes a little bouquet of flowers for connor and there’s blushing all around (connor turned invisible for a solid hour)
  • when he doesn’t want to talk to his parents he uses his invisibility to make them think he left his house


  • technopath/computer genius
  • everyone expected it because of how good he was with computers
  • initially chosen as hero, but moved to sidekick after 2 days
  • he got demoted because he reprogrammed the school intercoms to say nothing but the word “kinky” on repeat for an entire day
  • the professors couldn’t do anything about it. the only thing they could do was make him a sidekick as a punishment
  • jared doesn’t really care. sometimes he makes the teachers’ computers flash obscenities to make evan laugh
  • they first find out about his power after connor throws the printer at the teacher and jared just walks over there and fixes it like it’s nothing
  • he’d fixed all of his robot toys at home so that they could move on their own and do other awesome things
  • still loves video games
  • his and evan’s personalities/powers clash, but in a good way


  • everyone thinks it has to do with music bc she can just play any instrument that she picks up
  • she just goes with it. doesn’t say much when they make fun of it or anything 
  • one day the murphys are camping and realize that no one knows how to start a fire so she just casually uses her powers to make one
  • she’s actually a pyro and they all freak out a bit
  • cue all the “zoe is hot” jokes
  • evan kinda realizes that this must mean that she’s actually just musically talented on her own
  • she gets picked to be a hero and she loves learning to use her powers
  • she’s the only person connor won’t mess with because he knows how much power she has
  • she and connor often refer to themselves as supergirl and the invisible boy


  • superintelligence/telepathy
  • this one’s no surprise to her or her family
  • she was obviously intelligent from a young age 
  • chosen as a hero, for obvious reasons
  • she knows the answers to questions before they’re even asked, so everyone originally assumes she can see into the future
  • in reality, her telepathy allows her to read minds so she already knows what they’re gonna ask
  • however, she also hears all the snide comments everyone makes/thinks about her
  • she has trouble filtering what’s said and what’s thought so she thinks of a lot of people as friends
  • she forgets who actually confides in her
  • she knows more about some people than they know about themselves
  • that’s why she said that she was friends with connor
  • she can hear his dark cloud of negative thoughts from classrooms away
  • she also knows about evan and his insecurities
  • when someone is having a particularly bad day she’ll sorta sneak positive thoughts into their heads like how evan leaves flowers for people

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): the kinda language Steve would smh at

World Count: 3827

Author’s Note: I got so into this it’s not even funny. After like, two years of not doing anything on tumblr, it isn’t surprising that i write a Steve oneshot for the first time since. But on that note, I don’t only do Steve works, please feel free to request other characters and/or fandoms: masterlist - prompt list.

Preference ★ Imagine ★ One Shot ★ Drabble

[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was an asshole.
You were an asshole.
You are an asshole.

You were slightly narcissistic with an ego as big as the tower, you were very beautiful, and the last person on earth to ever be considered shy.

That made you and Tony Stark best of pals (most of the time), and you and Steve as foes (all the time). He wasn’t rude or a jerk or at all hostile, Steve was just always on edge with you. He didn’t know whether or not your jokes were jokes (you always reverted back to slitting your enemy’s throats – Steve being a righteous guy and all, he wasn’t all that optimistic with that choice), or if you really were here to save people and not for the money the government and Tony Stark paid you — eh, what can you say, it’s very, very good money.

Humble was also not on your list of qualities.

Bold red lips, a wide grin to showcase your pearly white teeth, and heart shaped sunglasses. That was you in your room as you blasted out music at exactly 2100 hours.

You and Steve shared a floor in the Avengers tower.

Why? It was a decision that was absolutely not your choice, but you had no problem with it. Fucking with Steve was fun.

See, Tony had a whole floor to himself, same as Bruce and Vision. Nat and Clint were right below them (Clint usually at his place with Laura, though), Sam and Scott also had their own floor, Wanda and Pietro, then last but not least, Thor either in Asgard or London with Jane – which then pretty much left you and Steve together. Peter kind of lived here during the day then and back at his apartment with May during the evenings. He was a total pest.

A knock went by unnoticed by you. But an upset looking Steve did. He stalked into your (much larger) room and paused your music. He turned and gave you a look.

You raised your brow as you paused your late night dancing. You pushed your sunglasses further down your nose to peak up at the Captain. “Captain.” You greeted, nodding your head towards the brooding soldier once. “May I help you?“ You raised your perfectly sculpted brow in questioning.

Steve took a deep breath and crossed his (also very large) arms. “Your music was too loud and I’m trying to sleep. Can’t you at least keep it down?”

You snorted. “It’s barely nine o'clock, grandpa.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m not a grandpa.” He grumbled with an offended frown. “Just turn it down, will you?”

You smirked and pushed your glasses back up. “Oh, I’m sorry, have I spangled your stars, grandpa?”

With a final narrowed stare, Steve twisted his Dorito-body around and stalked back to his room.

You chuckled and resumed to your midnight dancing with wine.

That was the first time you got on his nerves. It was also the first time you were on the receiving end of his very famous looks.

The second time you received a stupid look was during a mission - in the middle of combat, mind you. This stupid robot who called himself Ultron was trying to ruin everything, and apparently, it was up to you and the rest of the Avengers to stop him – or it. It’s not that you wanted to. it was kind of what Tony Stark paid you to do. And like hell would you pass up Tony Stark’s pay checks.

Steve trusted you now, at least. You only saved his ass, like, a hundred (three) times after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and he found out his best friend from seventy years ago was still alive. A wild ride, that year was.

Anyway, you and the team were in Sokovia fighting robots.


Fuck this shit, if the money wasn’t so good you’d drop your signature double pistols and walk the opposite direction. But one, your pistols were very delicate (silver with diamonds), and you were asked very nicely to stay by Bruce - and you could never say no to Bruce.

In hindsight, the view wasn’t so bad and I guess – I guess – that saving people felt a little good (don’t tell anybody). Sokovia was so far high into the sky that you could have sworn that you could see angels flying around in the distance – some helpful angels, huh.

The sky was beautiful, though. And so was Captain America’s ass.

You beamed at the sight and turned to Steve. “Hey, Cap?” You called out, shooting a robot.

Steve grunted in acknowledgement as he kicked another robot and decapitated it with his shield. “What?” He gave you a glance that barely lasted a second.

You shot another robot. Then another. Then another. Then you turned to him. “Nice ass.”

That was look number two.

"Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

"Yes, Ms [Y/L/N]?”

"What’s your faculty on nicknames?”

"Activated by Mr Stark, Ms.”

"Huh … so, like, what are you allowed to call me?”

"Whatever you ask, Ms [Y/L/N].”

“Right, right … how about Supreme Leader [Y/L/N]?”

"Activated,  Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”

"Huh … thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

"Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”

Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed for long. You were eating dinner with the team – something that didn’t happen often – and Steve took this time to lecture the team about a mission in a few days time. Three days, to be exact. It was located in Paris, and you were all to attend a gala crawling with HYDRA agents, mercenaries, psycho bitches, and anything else in between.

“ – so we’ll go over the plans again after dinner – ”

You groaned loudly and threw your head back. You dropped your knife loudly causing a clink made by the knife and plate. “Rogers!” You whined, “We went over this yesterday! And this morning at breakfast! And two seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinner in peace, fighting the urge to grab this fork and shove it through my eye – ” you ignore his wince, “and now again tomorrow?! If you even bring this stupid mission up again, I will resign.” You threatened. “Resign, you hear me. R. E. S. I. G. N.” Drama Queen is also in your list of qualities. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell him.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes, Sam cleared his throat, Steve still had his wince and sullen/guilty face, Clint looked bored as he played with his peas, Thor looked confused, Pietro look amused, Wanda was too busy chatting up Vision, Scott was – where was Scott? Tony had a smirk, and poor Bruce just didn’t know where to look. Peter just chewed his chicken in anticipation, looking back and forth between you and Steve for a reaction.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out soon enough. “Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].” Then the AI began repeating your every word.

Natasha’s brow shot up. “Supreme Leader? Really?”

“ – And this morning at breakfast. And – ”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“ – seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinn – ”

Steve groaned. “That’s enough, F.R.I.D.A.Y., please stop.”

“Yes, Captain.”

You rolled your eyes. “Traitorous bitch.” You mumbled.

Cue look number three.

The fourth time you received a look was when Steve was fixing a lightbulb and he suddenly found himself on the floor. He did know you guys hired people for that kind of work, right?

Anyway, you and Pietro - bored as hell and without anything to do - you both decided to race from the ground floor of the Avengers tower, to the very top – on foot – using the staircases.

And the silver asshole was absolutely not allowed to use his powers. If he did, you had every right to shoot him in the shoulder with your trusty diamond pistols and he would have to take it like a man. He promised so, himself. “Scouts Honour.” Pietro said, saluting you.

To which Wanda replied with a snort and, “What Scouts Honour?”

You were enhanced, yes, but you were tired. Not too much, just enough not to be tired after running twenty-six flights of stairs. You and Pietro both slammed into Steve’s ladder as he fixed a lightbulb.

You didn’t even bother looking back.

You could not lose this bet.

The entire time you ran, you repeated the same thing in your head over, and over again. Run, Forrest, Run! Whatever - If Pietro won, you had to massage him whenever he felt like it for an entire month. If you won, well, he had to give you a piggy back ride whenever you felt like it. Also for a month.

Steve was really upset after that. He wouldn’t look at you for a week, and when he finally did, he gave you a long lecture about racing inside the tower. “Blah, blah, blah, someone could get seriously hurt, blah, blah, blah, if I see you two race again, blah, blah, blah.”

You leant over towards Pietro who sat beside you. He was also slouched on his chair, eyes looking at the ceiling in boredom. “Are you also feeling the urge to shove your foot up his ass?”

That was look number four.

Look number five + look number six was kind of your fault.

Steve had arrived after being gone for months. He, along with Sam, had been off around the world searching high and low for James Buchanan Barnes. You wanted to go, you really did. Despite your love for annoying the living shit out of Steve, you still cared about him more than you let on. That was not your fault. How? Well, you know the whole shebang: 

Tragic back story: check. Trust issues: check. Daddy issues: check. Issues with not being able to express how you feel without wanting to physically vomit: check.

However, it was in your job description to be able to read people. You were an intelligent person. You knew a lot, you sensed a lot, you observed a lot. You just didn’t show it a lot. And without saying anything, you knew how people felt and most importantly, what they needed.

And Steve just needed his own space – Sam excluded. You were actually kind of jealous of Sam (tell anyone, and you won’t live until the next day). Sam was kind of Steve’s boyfriend (along with dear old Buck-a-roo and Tony).

So while he was gone, you kept your distance. Steve didn’t need any more on his plate, let alone more of your shit. Whenever he called the team for a report or to simply catch up, you never said anything. You had told the crew to just inform him that you were on a mission, in the gym, or off gallivanting somewhere - anywhere, really.

Steve really cared about you though, you knew that. Every time he called he’d see if you were there. And you were. You were there, right behind the monitor that projected him along with the the camera that projected the team from your end. Your face would be resting on your hand, your elbow propped the table. You actually smiled whenever he asked about you. It was cute.

Anyway, you kind of deserved look number five.

Steve had finally arrived with Bucky by his side. Sam had already said his hellos and received his welcome-home handshakes and hugs. Steve stayed behind the Quinjet for a few short minutes before hopping off and finally introducing the famous James Barnes. 

But you didn’t know that.

And neither did Scott.

You two weren’t racing – nope. You were simply just running to get to the last slice of cake in the main kitchen. In both your defence, it was the last slice of the cake Pepper brought home from Paris. Paris. You loved Paris. And apparently, Scott did, too. If that wasn’t worth running for, what the hell was?

You distinctly remember Pepper saying that it was from Paris, and that it was the best cake she’d ever tasted.

So, without looking, you barged through the team yelling bloody murder. Scott was a little behind seen as though you’d throw whatever the hell you could at him. That last slice was yours, and ramming, pushing, throwing off the building, and threatening whoever you needed to just to that slice, you would sure as hell do it.

You felt your hip slam into a corner of a table: ignored. You tripped over a step: ignored. You felt your shoulder ram into a very strong and metal-like object: ignored. You saw a couch: ignored + jumped over.

But alas, you held in your hand … the slice.

A grin erupted on your face. Poor Scoot looked crestfallen.

“Sorry, Lang. This one’s mine.” You grinned.

A clearing of the throat made you jump. What the hell did they want? 

When you looked up, you saw the entire team + Steve + The Winter Soldier.

Well, shit.

“Oh.” You trailed off. You gave Steve a sheepish smile. “Hi, Steve, good to see you again. Did I tell you I missed you? Because I did.”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop running in the tower?” Steve stared into your [Y/E/C] eyes with his blue ones.

“No. You told said to stop racing.”

Steve didn’t reply. Instead he gave you look number five.

You chuckled nervously and stalked towards them. “Sorry.” You looked to Sam and gave him a large hug despite already giving him one earlier. Your right hand still refused to let go of the platter of cake. Then you looked towards James Buchanan Barnes.

Steve cleared his throat. “Buck, meet [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. [Y/N] [Y/L/N], meet Bucky.”

Neither of you did anything. Just kinda stared at each other in thought. He tried to read you while you tried to read him.

He was lonely.

Okay, you thought. So you reached your right hand up and gestured him to take your plate. “Here you go. Nice to meet ‘cha.” 

Steve gave you another look, only, this one was different. It looked funnier – more odd and curious. A look that you had never seen before. That was look number six.

And this time, you didn’t see anyone’s reactions. You just stared at James Buchanan Barnes, while he stared at you, to the cake, then back to you again. 

Thus, a beautiful friendship was born.

Few months later,
Look number seven.

You found yourself in this position a lot, it seems. It would be two in the morning, your head in your hands and your ears perked up.

As an agent, you were trained this way. Your mind had its own mind. Every morning at exactly one o'clock your eyes would flutter open, and without a single thought, your body would move almost mechanically. You’d get up, wash your face, then throw a hoodie over your head. Afterwards, you’d find yourself sitting on the edge of you bed, head in your hands, and your ears waiting for Bucky.

After sleeping in the same floor as Steve and Bucky, Bucky’s room was right across yours. Both your doors were so close you could stand in the hall way, spread your arms, and you’d be able to touch both your door knobs.

Insomnia was something you had as a child. It came very naturally. So, as a cure, you’d take sleeping vitamins – not pills. Though it would help you fall asleep, it was up to you to keep yourself asleep. Five hours was your maximum. If your sleep was disturbed, that’s when you would wake up every day from then on unless you trained yourself otherwise all over again. That could take days, or even weeks going up to months.

So every day, it was up to you. You didn’t want Steve waking up and losing precious sleeping hours. So instead of training yourself to sleep for five hours all over again, you allowed yourself two hours of rest every night. From then on, you’d stay awake and listen for Bucky’s screams.

Then you’d find your feet silently landing on the floor and rushing towards Bucky’s room.

Here are your steps:

  1. Lightly press a pillow on Bucky’s metal arm and cover it.
  2. Sit on his arm to keep him from attacking you.
  3. Softly say his name as many times as it takes for him to wake up.
  4. Press your body harder onto his as he thrashes around.
  5. Then hug the hell out of him and cradle his head when he wakes and begins to weep.

This would have been the one hundredth time you’ve done this. Even now, you could still remember the fourth time you had done this. You had accidentally left Bucky’s door ajar.

You were observant and smart. 

You knew Steve was there.

You guessed you just took a little longer that time to wake Buck up.

You definitely saw Steve’s look then. And again, this look was kind of different. It was a funny look that you had no idea how to read.

The fact that this look was so different, to say it irritated the hell out of you was an understatement. Out of the both of you, it was meant to be you that got under his skin.

You hated feeling this way.

Nowadays, you’ve been more confused than in control.

Back then, you saw Steve, you’d feel the urge to irritate the hell out of him. But now, you’d see Steve, and suddenly, you’d feel a funny feeling in your stomach.

So, naturally, you absolutely despised him for it. Tonight – or morning – when Bucky woke up, he didn’t cry. He just asked if you were hungry. And, naturally, you had said yes. You were always hungry.

Soft music was playing. You didn’t want to wake up Steve, after all. So you stood in the kitchen of your floor and began making pop tarts. Bucky was sitting by the kitchen island while you decided to cheer him up. While the pop tarts were cooking up, you decided to change the music to pop. Then you began dancing.

You were not a dancer. Add that to your list of non-existent qualities.

You sort of just threw your hands in the air and hoped for natural rhythm to save your dignity. 

Bucky looked somewhat amused, so that was the goal accomplished.

It all came to an end when Steve cleared his throat. He stared at Bucky in a way that made all of you uncomfortable. Bucky was going to be just fine, that’s what you thought, anyway. Steve thought otherwise. Steve treated him like a broken vase.

That’s how you and Bucky got so close. 

You refused to look or listen to any of Steve’s old war stories about Buck. Thus, why you called Bucky “James”.

He wasn’t the Bucky he was in the 40’s. And he wasn’t The Winter Soldier, either. He was someone else.

Steve’s eyes bounced from you, to Bucky, then from Bucky, to you. “[Y/N], maybe now isn’t the time to – ”

“No, Steve,” Steve’s eyes snapped towards Bucky, “it’s fine.” Bucky said quietly. “She’s actually making me happy here.” 

After that, nobody talked to a while. Bucky stood from his stool and began to walk off. 

You stepped towards him, “James - ”

He shook his head. “It’s alright [Y/N], trust me. I’ll be fine tonight. I’m gonna try and go back to sleep.”

Well, that was new.

You gave Bucky a funny look but nodded. “Okay. Call if you need me.”

Bucky didn’t say anything after that. He just walked back to his room.

Your pop tarts popped out from the toaster. After that it was left untouched.

Steve cleared his throat. “[Y/N] – ” 

You shook your head. “Nope.”

Steve’s forehead frowned. “What?”

“Do you want Bucky to get over what HYDRA did to him?” You asked. You didn’t wait for him to reply. “Well, too bad so sad, he isn’t going to get over it. Bucky needs to accept it. Then he needs to be angry. Then he needs to be sad. Then after all that, he needs to forgive himself.” You said, your hands on your waist. “And you making him feel like broken glass isn’t gonna help. It’ll confine him and make him feel crazy. Treat him like a normal person, you jackass. Let him feel like a man. Not a baby.” You took a deep breath and pulled your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. You looked at your pop tarts briefly before turning around and walking away.

And you didn’t miss his look when you did. Steve had already realised he was wrong the moment his eyes fell on the toaster.

You left your pop tarts.

Look number nine:

Again, it was in the kitchen. Bucky’s nightmares were slowly fading. Whenever he woke, you’d stay until he fell back asleep. Then you’d proceed to the kitchen and rummage for food.

“Hey, Supreme Leader.” Your head snapped towards the kitchen entrance.

You gave a nod to the blond man in acknowledgement. “Captain.” You said in a mocking soldier’s tone.

You both stood in silence for a while. You didn’t mind it for a while. Your arms were preoccupied with balancing cartons and containers of food as you boldly chewed on your Lucky Charms cereal – and then the silence just got too long. Steve stared at you with a funny look. Eh, eating cereal without milk at three in the morning wasn’t all that unusual – but for some reason, you had a really big feeling the look wasn’t about the cereal. That was actually the reason why Tony always complained about all the marshmallow gone in the morning. Not your fault. Marshmallows were the best part and everyone knew that.

You squinted your eyes as you watched him watch you. A silent growl of impatience rose to your throat. You couldn’t really speak so you opted with growling.

Still no reply.

Finally, you forcefully swallowed your marshmallow and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. His look was different again. It wasn’t annoyed or of frustration. Really it just frustrated you.

You huffed. “You’re looking at me funny.”

Steve just smiled softly. “Bucky loves you.” He said from his position by the entrance of the kitchen.

You just smirked and shoved another handful of marshmallows into your mouth. “Figured that one out a long time ago, Rogers.” Your hand reached into the box once again. “What can I say, I’m good at making friends.” 

Steve chuckled silently. Then he swallowed and looked directly into your eyes. “I love you. And not the way Bucky does.”

You swallowed. The you nodded slowly. Your heart felt so full, you had no idea what to say. And so you said the first thing that popped into your head. You said what you would say, and not stupid Nicholas Sparks movies.

“I know.” You grinned. “And I may or may not feel the same.” Before he could reply, your smile wiped off as you pointed your finger at him again accusingly, “I said maybe.”

When They Wake Up Next To You

{g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

•you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

•when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

•it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

•it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

•and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

•you’ll disappear

•once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

•(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

•kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

•but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

•falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual


•definitely woke up because you turned toward him

•opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

•the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

•the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

•you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

•he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

•just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

•rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

•kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

•I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

•bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

•goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

•God could he get used to this though.


•I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

•he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

•his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

•sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

•like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

•100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

•although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

•I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

•maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

•or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

•totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

•you: “keith ow wtf”

•keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff


•omg please my pure chil d I love him sm


•holds your hands

•rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

•just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

•already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

•besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

•let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

•you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

•he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

•tells you to go back to sleep

•if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

•coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”


•as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

•ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

•you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

•you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

•allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

•when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

•you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

•she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

•touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

•everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

•her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

•most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

This City Never Sleeps

Word Count: 3421

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Light cursing.

Summary: You learn Peter’s secret, and it doesn’t take long for him to learn yours.

Note: This is really reader-heavy. but I really felt that in order to move on in this verse I had to develop that character and her relationships with the other characters. So, sorry if you wanted more Peter, but I promise there will be more of him in future installments. Also this is the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written in my life.

“(Y/N)! Has Peter told you about his new internship yet?” Ned asked excitedly, sitting down at your usual lunch table. Peter wasn’t there yet, but that wasn’t abnormal. He had chemistry before lunch and had recently taken to spending some extra time in the lab before coming to eat.

“No,” you said. “I haven’t really seen him yet today.”

“Oh, man, I don’t want to spoil it for you but it is crazy!” Ned said.

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Before I Loved You || Peter Parker x Reader [Part 1]

Request: “Reader has been friends with Peter since before his parents died, making them childhood friends. She’s loved him for as long as she can remember and has always been there for him through thick and thin. But he starts to become distant with the whole hero thing, making her feel like she isn’t worth it anymore to him. After she sees him and Liz kiss at homecoming, she moves on to date someone but doesn’t realize Peter was actually going to tell her his secrets and ask her out.” -By Tumblr Anon

Title: Before I Loved You
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader!
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Fluff, language, shy-stammering/blushing Peter Parker. Slight se.xual situations/dialogue. Angst? Future Homecoming Spoilers.
A/N: Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Wow I posted finally~ I really hope it came out I didn’t edit this one much. Thank you for reading ♡

This may become a 3-4 part series because it is pretty long, and I don’t usually go over 3k words with oneshots.

The day you and Peter met, all started down by the lazy river at the waterpark; a school field trip provided by Midtowns elementary and middle schools. He was the first to come up to you complimenting your Captain America hat, which lead onto a fangirling conversation between you.

“She your little girlfriend now? Look at this~ Puny Parker’s got a girlfriend!” Your moment was ruined though, of course, when some older kid came from behind Peter, just pushing him around, then flicking your hat off into the water“That’s enough!

When you had, had enough you pushed them into the pools river, satisfied they couldn’t get out because of the pools flow. After that, you had offered Peter your favorite gummy eraser of Iron Man to help cheer him up. And from then on, the two of you became good friends.

During the Stark Expo, you had gone with Peter and his parents. But everyone got separated when it ended up in crisis. Much to your surprise, when you had finally found Peter, he stood in front of one of the killer robots with the biggest toothy grin you had ever seen on him. Peter had told you he saw Iron Man, and of course you believed him.

“I stuck out my hand towards the robot?! And then it started pointing its gun at me, then out of nowhere, Iron Man takes it down from behind me! A-and, I was like Woahhhh! And then, then he was like… “Nice work kid.” That’s what he told me, Y/N, it was the coolest thing ever!”

You were Peter’s first kiss, and him yours. It was an accident of course. But when you two were in your last years of middle school, you had gone to a pool party, and the two of you were splashing waves at the other, just having a good time until he decided to try and impress you by jumping off the tall diving board… But ended up doing the world’s worst belly flop.

When he never came up you panicked and swam towards him while everyone laughed, only for him to pull you under. You guys laughed underwater until someone pushed your heads together purposely, making you share your first kiss. And that’s when you knew, you always loved him.

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Sheith Fic Rec

I figured that I wanted to contribute to the fandom in some way and I read a lot of fics, so why not make a rec list? I included the summary for each fic, plus some commentary from me in italics. I hope the authors don’t mind that I linked them, at least the ones I know of. Thank you so much for contributing to this wonderful ship, it wouldn’t be as great as it is now without you. Feel free to talk to me about sheith anytime, I’d love to make more friends.

One-Shots (Canon-verse)

the whole town’s sleeping by astrainclinant (T) 18k 

Of inevitability and stars.

Alternatively, how Keith and Shiro come together.

Basically what I’d consider a classic Sheith fic, and a must read for any Sheith fan. I will never have the words to describe how I feel when I read this.

the fear of falling by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (G) 4k

Keith can pull off a downward spiral. It’s the kind of maneuver he does in his sleep.

Keith character study, with implied Sheith. Different attempt at Keith’s backstory.

 ‘til you set fire to my atmosphere by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (T) 2k 

And it’s like the first punch Keith ever landed on him: quick and glancing, right at the ribs, out of left field and yet simultaneously a long time coming.

Pining Shiro, because Pining Shiro is everything.

the body remembers (what the mind forgets) by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (E) 10k

Shiro’s fingers slide up to touch his skin, warm points of contact that make Keith shiver. “It’s just a year,“ Shiro reassures him quietly, "I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll be like the time you were studying to come here.”

His lips twitch up, trying to be supportive but it’s hard. Keith knows its the right thing to do, to be happy for Shiro. But it’s hard when he’s imagining a space without Shiro in it. Loneliness is already creeping up his torso, curling around his heart and lungs and choking the happy pride he feels for Shiro.

He already misses Shiro so terribly.

tldr: Keith and Shiro were together pre-canon but then Shiro went on his mission and came back with no memories of his time with Keith. How does one even begin to deal with the love of your life forgetting you?

That Shiro forgetting Keith and their relationship AU we all need. The feelings in this were A+.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, If it's no trouble could I request headcanons for the whole RFA and Saeran where the MC has dog and it's pretty much her best friend? Not a small dog either, like a boxer or husky or some other big dog? It can either be a puppy or adult, and nice/indifferent to cats. I mean, I love both Cats and Dogs, but dogs are almost never mentioned in mm ;; plus I thought it would be interesting.

I love big doggos hell yeah let’s go 


Dog: Bernese Mountain Dog

✮ he’s a vet so he’s all for animals 
✮ so when you tell him you have a bernese mountain dog 
✮ he’s so excited (they’re so cute) 
✮ when you explain that it’s basically your best friend 
✮ he’s so giggly and affectionate 
✮ because his s/o loves animals just as much as he did 
✮ when you move in together (into a bigger place bc I don’t think a burmese would live comfortably in a college kid’s dorm) he nervously asks if your dog is okay with cats (lisa) 
✮ when you reassure him that it’s all g 
✮ he’s even more excited!!! 
✮ i can just see him being so doting and cuddling with your big pupper 
✮ he really loves cuddling with you and this big floofer 
✮ he takes so many pictures of lisa curled up with your big buddy 


Dog: Japanese Akita

✎ she’s a bit nervous at first tbh
✎ she’s used to elizabeth who is a little cat
✎ so suddenly there’s this really large mass of happy fluff
✎ she’s startled
✎ but your akita is really well-mannered and sits at her feet with a silly dog-smile 
✎ and she’s all *heart eyes* 
✎ akitas don’t shed year-round so she’s super hype 
✎ and she enjoys brushing them with you when it’s ‘blowing it’s coat’ 
✎ she isn’t all for sloppy kisses and cuddles 
✎ she likes it when it’s calm with her and maybe sets it’s head in her lap when she’s working 
✎ but she loves watching you two interact 
✎ because it’s a big cuddle party (she’s invited~) 
✎ keeps her calm 


Dog: Alaskan Malamute 

✿ is high key in love 
✿ takes so many photos 
✿ he’s so grateful he’s only allergic to cat fur and not dog fur 
✿ especially because you’re so close with your doggo 
✿ loves taking selfies with the big floofer 
✿ posts them all over his social media and the RFA chat becomes a haven of the other selfies that didn’t make it 
✿ loves that they’re such a silly and photogenic dog 
✿ takes photos of all the pupper smiles 
✿ the only time he doesn’t appreciate it is when he’s tryna unleash the beast with you but your doggo is like ‘hey don’t hurt [Y/N]’ 
✿ he gets really whiny when that happens 
✿ also during summer 
✿ because they like cuddling on the bed but zen already has his own mop of hair to deal with 
✿ so it just becomes a big, hairy, sweaty mess 


Dog: German Shepherd

₩ is kinda skeptical in the beginning 
₩ because of elizabeth 3rd 
₩ he’s really nervous that she won’t like your floofer or vice versa 
₩ and even though you said they were chill and indifferent to cats 
₩ you agreed on introducing them to each other slowly 
₩ so you’re taking them to a park together 
₩ and elizabeth is whiny because she doesn’t like being outside (lmao) 
₩ but your doggo is very well behaved and happy 
₩ they really like jumin and tries to impress him with their good manners 
₩ (happy panting doggo looking up with silly dog-smile at jumin while trotting along hhHHHNNNNNG) 
₩ until this savage other dog comes along, not on a leash 
₩ and is barking and trying to go elizabeth 
₩ your doggo jumps forward and saves the day 
₩ jumin was very thankful and crouches down to give your doggo pats 
₩ your pupper was very proud of themselves (jumin has accepted floofer) 


Dog: Chinook 

✞ loves loves LOVES your chinook 
✞ tries to train it to fetch honey buddha chips for him
✞ models his dog robot to look like them 
✞ when he’s stressed out he likes to just look at you and your big doggo cuddling 
✞ and then joining in 
✞ loves to just drown in the fluff 
✞ has 0 problem with getting kissed/licked 
✞ also likes that he has a moderately intimidiating watchdog 
✞ one time when vanderwood had snuck in while you and saeyoung where sleeping 
✞ your floofer was barking and growling up a storm 
✞ and saeyoung screamed and pounced at vanderwood when he pulled out his taser 
✞ vanderwood: ‘doggo?’ 
✞ is super protective and doesn’t like vanderwood being around them 
✞ they become meme’y friends 

I changed Saeyoung’s icon thingy because the keyboard was causing problems and spreading the text so it didn’t really fit in with the rest of the post, so I hope y’all don’t have a problem with it 

I hope you like the nice doggos I chose, this was a very enjoyable request to write heheheh! ♡♡

Go Go ‘Power Rangers’ (2017 Review)

Is this good? Is this bad? Will my inner-child allow me to judge this appropriately?

“Power Rangers” is a reboot of the classic 1990s action-packed children’s show “Mighty Morphin Power Rangers,” which in turn is based on the Japanese tokusatsu “Super Sentai Series.” It’s directed by Dean Israelite and stars a cast of young actors, as well as Bryan Cranston, Bill Hader and Elizabeth Banks. The film is set in the small, fictional town of Angel Grove, where local high school students Jason Scott, Kimberly Hart and Billy Cranston (Dacre Montgomery, Naomi Scott and RJ Cyler, respectively) are all caught up in detention. Through a series of shenanigans, they come across Trini and Zack (Becky G and Ludi Lin, respectively) as they all discover an ancient, otherworldly construct. It’s there where they meet Zordon (Cranston) and his robot assistant Alpha 5 (voiced by Hader), and attain the responsibility of becoming a powerful team known as the Power Rangers, and to stop the destruction of an ancient, powerful witch known as Rita Repulsa (Banks). 

This is the absolute perfect “what if” movie. The answer to “what if they remade ‘Power Rangers’ for adults” question. This is the film we asked for, albeit cautiously. We really owe it to franchises such as the “Transformers” series, because without them, this film would be seen as an impossible reach.

Being a millennial, I was very much a child when “Power Rangers” had its long television run, and I stayed true through each incarnation, from “Mighty Morphin” to “Lightspeed Rescue,” and considered myself a retired fan after “Dino Thunder” (I was already in middle school at the time). So yes, shameful as it is, I know my shit. As you can see, I want this to be good. But was it?

Yes. Surprisingly, it was pretty good. It’s not shockingly “I thought this was going to be shit but it ended up being amazingly amazing” good. It’s just good.

Here’s one thing that the film does better than the TV show: the acting. In a great departure from the “Saved by the Bell” mood that the 90s actors gave us, we now have grounded, realistic, rebellious teenagers. These new actors fit the “teenagers with attitude” description way better than the 90s actors ever did. You have Montgomery as Jason, playing the rebel who ends up having to deal with the most responsibility. Scott plays Kimberly, the girl who does a good job of not just being the obligatory female casting, or the fighting damsel-in-distress, unlike the original. The dialogue between these two is usually filled with charm, whether its casual banter or a proclamation of their contempt for Angel Grove. 

But they do something different with the rest of the cast, which helps to modernize them. Cyler as Billy provides the humor and keeps the grittiness from ever getting lower and lower. Of the five teenagers, he is the one with the most charisma But he also serves to represent autistic teens everywhere. Yes, unlike the television counterpart, they made the Blue Ranger autistic, which is a pretty bold and commendable step for something based off a children’s property.

To keep the ball rolling, they then make Becky G’s Trini represent lesbians and confused, oppressed teenagers everywhere. Okay, this film had me at shedding light on autism, but encouraging more LGBT representation? Hats off to you, Lionsgate and Saban. Despite this, I found Becky G’s performance to be slightly annoying until about halfway through the movie, when they developed her much more, and gave her a more integral role in the plot. 

While I praised the rest of the cast, I’d have to drop the axe on Ludi Lin as Zack, the Black Ranger.  Compared to all these convincing performances, Lin’s is absolutely haphazard. The way he is introduced is to set up how much of a cocky outsider he is, so naturally he’s by himself. He then starts speaking to himself, which is one of my absolute biggest pet peeves in a movie. I despise movie moments where normal-functioning people start speaking or quipping to themselves, the only sensible reason being that the writers assume the audience is too dumb to know what the character is thinking. I get it if a character has schizophrenia or another mental illness, or if the words are limited to comedic inner-banter, but not in this case. He’s someone with decent social-competence and no reason to quarrel with himself, other than provide exposition to the audience.

But like Trini, I did find him to be much less annoying when he opened up. They gave him a pretty touching backstory with his own troubles, and they make his motivations really apparent. And just to keep the ball rolling, he’s also the most foreign one of the group, being bilingual, unlike the original black ranger. Now that I think about it, many of the Power Ranger series’ casts don’t feature any overtly foreign characters, apart from maybe of an alien race. 

That is precisely why this casting works. Whether or not you find these characters annoying, you can’t doubt that they’re there for a good reason, and you might even warm up to them as the movie progresses. They also help to introduce bouts of political correctness, but they aren’t preachy or condescending about it (which is really the only good way to go about political correctness). They represent people of various colors, mental states and social capabilities, showing (but not telling) that everyone is capable of extraordinary things as long as they have camaraderie.

I can’t say much about Cranston as Zordon. It’s a great homage, seeing as how Cranston has actually been a part of “Power Rangers” since the original television show, where he voiced many of the villains they face. I do love his voice-work here, and while it took some getting used to, I ended up really liking how they presented him. Rather than a chubby, floating head in a tube, they made him manifest into a wall, kind of like one of those pinpression toys. Not to mention they could have easily made him a one-dimensional character. But they went above and beyond to give him his own arc, his own set of feelings and doubts, and a world of lore behind him.

If you thought Alpha 5 was annoying in the television show, then you can rest your worries because Bill Hader fixed him up good. The original’s voice was so high-pitched and screechy; basically in typical 90s fashion (or how the 90s thought Aliens would sound like). This time, he just kind of does the same thing he did as Fear from “Inside Out,” except less screaming. His design had me slightly worried but I got used to it.

Now, Elizabeth Banks as Rita Repulsa has me split down the middle. On the one hand, I do like that at least ONE person in this entire film is trying to recall the absurdity and campiness of the original series. At the same time, I found her to be over-the-top, and incredibly outlandish compared to the rest of the grounded cast. She is guilty of overacting here, which is both a blessing and a curse. The prosthetics on her are amazing though, from both start to finish. She starts out as an outright horror character, which is something I didn’t expect to see even in the gritty version of a children’s property. 

If you kept up with me for this long, you know that a recurring theme here is that this film takes several risks that are rather uncharacteristic of a children’s property. Sure, there are hints of silliness to try and match the youthful appeal of the original, but they also throw in more mature bits of humor, about things such as drug tests and jacking off a cow (no joke). Me personally, I welcome these jokes. If anything, this is much more of a film for the adults who grew up watching “Power Rangers,” rather than children. The maturity really shines through in the form of character development and chemistry.

I must say that if you are bringing a child to watch this, keep in mind there will be mild swearing, and several mature jokes.

A common criticism (ad nauseam, pretty much) is that this film is a forced collision between two different movies. Two thirds of the movie is essentially the origin story, which focuses mainly on character development. At the same time, this is the section that appeals to the audience the most, whether you’re fans of the original or not. No one comes into anything titled “Power Rangers” and expects to feel for the characters. But through one particular scene where all the characters develop a kinship, we develop a peculiar attachment to each of them. It was at this moment that I’m glad these people are the ones I’m spending five more movies with (Yup, that’s right).

But when it sticks to the original, it definitely sticks, and that’s where the last third of the movie comes in. If you’re looking for cool looking suits fighting monsters with martial arts and gymnastics, you will get it. If you’re looking for giant robot dinosaurs battling another giant monster, you will get it. And MOST OF ALL, if you want to, at least once, hear the iconic theme song, you will get it. In all it’s pure, epic goodness.

But this is where I have to defend my appreciation for this movie, because many people will come in accusing me of being “blinded by nostalgia.” Despite having these borrowed features from the original show, there is really nothing nostalgic about it. The action here is far better than most of the show’s episodes. There is no silliness to be had apart from what would be silly by realistic standards (as opposed to having two obligatory bully characters).

Even some elements taken from the show are vastly different. Case in point: Rita, who in this film is actually getting shit done by herself rather than sitting up in some moon tower yelling at everyone.

Even the formula of the show is broken up here. Back then, everything was so fast-paced to where every time a new series was brought in, the new team of Power Rangers would unrealistically form intimate familial connection and extraordinary abilities within 20 minutes. This film actually shows you that the Power Rangers had to train for this, both physically and mentally. They didn’t just have these abilities bestowed upon them as a result of the plot rushing it together. You see them work for it, which is something I really appreciated about it.

I had to bring that up because many of the people who didn’t like this film will be quick to see reactions like mine and guilt me for “nostalgia.” But that “tone difference” that they’re faulting this for is the reason why you can’t pin nostalgia on this. All that means is that everything I liked about this film has been on its own merits, maybe (at most) perpetuated by quick little homages to the original. 

I suppose before I wrap this up I should mention one more thing. Not really a problem, but more like something I wish happened: I wish they played the theme song more. It was wonderful hearing the iconic theme song, perfectly borrowed from the 1995 film, and at the height of its “Power Ranger-ness.” But I felt that if they really were gonna throw it in there, they should have totally owned it and at least left it playing for a bit longer. If not that, then at least make an instrumental cover to play in the background during the climax, rather than GODDAMN KANYE.

This is a film that has fans and critics alike split down the middle, but it’s pretty clear that everyone who hates it is hating it for the same two reasons: (1) It has a massive tone-clash towards the end, and (2) It caters way too much toward product promotion for Krispy Kreme donuts. I do agree with the latter, make no mistake. But when I hear people complain about this tone-clash, it reminds me of people who complained about the “slow parts” of every other superhero film, whether it’s “Captain America: Civil War,” or “Batman v Superman.” Apart from being a “Power Rangers” movie, this is also an origin story film. And for something as ridiculous as “Power Rangers,” it definitely requires a slow initiation process. To get us going on a six-movie deal, the creators will have to help casual viewers acclimate to the premise, because chances are the naysayers are the ones who skipped out on this franchise as children, and therefore missed their window of opportunity. Ironic how a movie based on a children’s property requires a mature level of patience from the audience.

As I said before, if you came into this wanting to see colored suits, martial arts, explosions and giant robots, you will get it. If you’re dragged into this film but appreciate elements like character development and chemistry, you will get that too. As someone who enjoys both, I actually would go so far as to say I loved this movie. I don’t care if I’m alone on this, but I can comfortably say that I loved the “Power Rangers” movie.

daddyzenpie  asked:

A HC where MC trip and falls onto some random guy, but RFA V Saeran misunderstood, thinking that the guy was trying to do something to MC?? (Imma slut for Jelly Gang)

Dedicated to @masshiro-shiro for her birthday!! (not sure if it’s the right day because timezones x.x) Remember when I asked you weeks ago when your birthday was? nyahaha!! 

I was looking through the requests and thought you’d like this one :3 Sorry, I know it’s not much, but I wanted to do something for a follower (and friend) who’s been so supportive all along >-<

Alsooo thanks Zenny’s lil masochist for the ask~ Have you been a good girl~? Don’t forget, you proposed to me, so you’re mine too! >:0 (But I’m sorry, I think I misread the ask a bit, aaaa)


RFA/Saeran Misunderstands and Gets Jealous


  • You were helping him pick a suit for his friend’s wedding
  • He’d been trying on clothes all day…
  • “I’m getting hungry, MC,” he pouted, his eyes teary as he stared at you with sad puppy eyes
  • You sighed, “I’ll go buy food. You stay here and wait. Let me know if you find something that suits you…”
  • 10 minutes later
  • Yoosung peeked out from the changing room, searching the store for you. Oh! There you were, right at the front… and you were hugging someone?
  • He felt his stomach churn in discomfort (or was it hunger? Lololol)
  • Before he knew it, he found himself between you and the other person, pulling you into his arms. He fastened a glare at the stranger, growling, “Get lost.
  • The stranger turned on their heel, sheer shock in their expression as they sprinted off.
  • “Y-Yoosung… he was only helping me on my feet,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.
  • Ohhh. Oops.
  • Red filled his cheeks, and he pushed you away. “I-It’s not like I was jealous or anything!”
  • You only continued to laugh, staring at him adoringly.


  • Zen had been waiting for this day for so long… YOUR FIRST DATE TOGETHER!!
  • He was pacing nonstop back and forth in front of the movie theatre, his hands stuffed in his pockets to hide his nonstop fidgeting. He’d arrived 10 minutes early, so you wouldn’t have to wait for him (what a gentleman, amirite?)
  • but you were a few minutes late, and his anxiety continued to pulse throughout his body, making him feel more and more nervous
  • Gosh, he wasn’t supposed to feel like this, it’s not like he’d never been on a date before… he had experience. And yet, Zen felt hopelessly anxious at the mere thought of being with you for a whole day
  • He continued to search the crowd for you, not even noticing the stares from surrounding women (and men)
  • His eyes practically lit up when he spotted you, and he raised an arm to wave at you, a huge smile on his face
  • You waved back at him…or so he thought.
  • In the blink of an eye, Zen saw your arms wrap around a man, your figure disappearing behind the stranger. Huh?
  • Had you brought someone along? Wasn’t this supposed to be a date? Maybe that was actually your boyfriend…
  • The thoughts tortured his mind, and his cheeks burned in embarrassment as he remembered how giddy he’d been waving at you, when you weren’t even waving back at him…
  • Feeling heartbroken and humiliated, Zen turned around, unable to watch your exchange with your ‘boyfriend’ any longer. As long as you were happy, he’d let go. He would never interfere with your happiness…
  • “ZEN!!”
  • Your voice rang out to him from a distance, and he turned his head to stare at you, wonder in his eyes. You were running towards him with the sun peeking behind your back, illuminating your figure like you were an angel descending from the heavens.
  • “MC…?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Weren’t you with that other guy? He couldn’t see your ‘boyfriend’ anywhere nearby.
  • You were panting as you finally caught up to him, “Z-Zen… Sorry I’m late…”
  • “What about that other guy…?”
  • “What other guy?” You looked at him like he had two heads.
  • He avoided your gaze as his lips curled into a small, dissatisfied frown. “The one you were hugging just now?”
  • “Oh gosh, don’t even talk about it! It was so embarrassing. I-I slipped on a banana peel and tripped on him!” you exclaimed, clearly mortified as you covered your cheeks with the palms of both hands.
  • Zen blinked, a mixture of amusement and relief filling his chest. It felt a lot easier to breathe now…
  • …sorry, that’s a lie.
  • He burst into laughter, finding it absolutely comical that you’d slipped on a banana peel of all things. “Oh g-god, I c-can’t breathe,” he wheezed, tears coming out of his eyes.
  • “HEY! Stop laughing at me!” You pouted, smacking his arm.
  • Well, this had definitely not been a part of his plans for a first date…
  • (Alternate Ending: He stops laughing, his eyes focusing on you. “I’m glad it was only an accident but… the next time you trip, you can only fall into my arms. Got it?”)


  • You’d promised to meet up with her after work, and she was practically prancing down the halls of C&R as she made her way to the front entrance
  • She couldn’t wait to meet you.
  • She almost skidded to a stop when she saw you through the glass doors, embracing someone else
  • The smile had fallen off her face, and she approached you, feeling numb. “MC… I didn’t realize you were bringing someone else,” she commented, staring down the man who you had been touching. Her gaze was cool as ice, filled with irritation.
  • The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and opened his mouth to explain himself, but you immediately pushed him away (frantically, at that)
  • “I bumped into him! There’s nothing going on between us!”
  • (You were desperate for her to know that there was absolutely nothing going on. You couldn’t risk digging yourself deeper into the friendzone than you already were, after all…)
  • “Is… that so,” Jaehee murmured, her gaze softening. She nodded as an apology to the man, then grabbed your hand firmly to lead you away. “Let’s go.”
  • You felt yourself blush. This was the first time she’d boldly taken your hand like this… Usually, you were the one to initiate it…
  • Maybe you should make her jealous more often. Just a little.


  • You were returning from the bathroom on a dinner date with Jumin, when you suddenly tripped and fell into the arms of a (handsome) stranger
  • “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you bowed in apology, feeling guilty immediately
  • They shook their head, reassuring you that it was okay. “More importantly… there’s some rice on your face,” they said, reaching out to brush it off your cheek
  • A hand reached in between the two of you, swiftly catching the stranger’s hand
  • You turned your head to face Jumin, who’d restricted them from movement. “J-Jumin?”
  • “Hands off my woman,” Jumin scowled, sending an icy glare at them.
  • The stranger tried to explain, “No, sir, there was some r-“
  • Jumin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to kiss you. “Must I make it more clear? She’s taken. Don’t even think of approaching her. Leave.”
  • When they ended up leaving, you turned to Jumin with a frown (and rosy cheeks.) “Jumin, they were only trying to help wipe this off my cheek…”
  • “I don’t want any man to touch to you except me. Is that so wrong?” He looked down, almost sadly.
  • Aww, crap. You couldn’t deny that look. (But you’d make sure to explain why he couldn’t be so possessive when you returned him later. For now, you let him off the hook.)


  • Living with Seven meant getting engrossed in watching funny videos, trying out video games and getting dragged into his messy sleep schedule
  • The days would just fly by and you’d hardly notice…
  • No, seriously. You couldn’t even remember which month it was. ಠ_ಠ
  • He’d been on his way back from buying you a (surprise~) gift, hoping to surprise you when he got home. He couldn’t wait!! He just knew you would LOVE his present
  • Oh hey, look, in fact, there you were! Right across the street
  • … with some guy’s arms around you?!
  • Seven sprinted across the street, his eyes zeroing in on the man who was smiling down at you. A car whizzed by him, just barely missing him, but he could care less
  • There was no way he’d stand by while someone else was touching his girlfriend.
  • He took a huge leap and proceeded to jump onto the stranger, kicking him down with both feet. “DEFENDER OF JUSTICE! 707 is here!!” he shouted
  • Poor guy was knocked out. (Seven forgot to hold back on his strength. He was used to attacking people from his previous missions, after all…)
  • “S-Seven… he was only helping me up after I bumped into him,” you explained quickly, eyes wide from the scene that had just played out before you.
  • Upon hearing that, Seven robotically turned his head towards you, “W-wait, what? But I thought he was hugging you…” His eyes mirrored yours, wide with shock.
  • “Still, you didn’t have to hit him with full strength…” you protested softly, although you were smiling. How could you not? It was reassuring that he got jealous, especially since he was usually so joking… it meant that he was serious about you.
  • “Aaah, I wasn’t thinking,” he mumbled, running a hand across his face in embarrassment. (do you ever think??) “I just saw his arms around you and I…”
  • He trailed off, noticing the huge smile on your face, and he couldn’t help but grin. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Hey, what’s so funny?”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him. “Nothing~ Come on, let’s go before someone reports us for harassment!” you whispered, and grabbed his arm to drag him away.


  • He’d decided to surprise you by picking you up at work from Jaehee’s café today…
  • So he sat quietly in the corner, reading a book as he waited for your shift to end
  • A customer walked in, and you greeted them with a—HUG?!
  • V tore his eyes from the page, watching the way your hands were on the other guy (who was smiling pervertedly—in V’s vision, at least)
  • He stood up, walking towards the two of you. “May I ask what’s going on here?” He offered a polite smile to your customer, but it held no warmth whatsoever.
  • Even after hearing the explanation from both sides, V’s smile remained cool until the customer left.
  • “V…?” You stared up at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. It wasn’t like him to act this way…
  • He blushed, averting his eyes. “I’m sorry. That was childish of me. I just felt a bit jealous that you were in someone else’s arms… even if I know neither of you meant it.”
  • You offered a warm smile, embracing him tightly. “I’ll hug you as many times as you want. You’re the only one I love.”
  • Jaehee coughed from behind the counter, “Sorry to disturb, but, your shift’s not over yet, MC…”
  • sigh. Back to work, then…


  • He rarely let you walk off by yourself, to be honest. He liked having you close with him, especially in public. You made him feel safer.
  • But every now and then, he didn’t mind being separated. Like when you were buying ice cream, for example. He watched you contentedly from a bench, anticipating the taste of his ice cream already.
  • He watched as you bumped into someone, and Saeran was at your side as soon as he saw their hand touch yours. He pushed them back, red flashing through his eyes.
  • “Don’t touch MC!” he shouted, staring down at them with his jaw clenched.
  • You tried to explain, “Saeran… they were only trying to help me hold the ice crea—“
  • He wouldn’t hear any of it. Saeran was too caught up in his anger to listen to your words. One of his hands held your shoulder while the other grabbed one of the cones out of your hands and crushed it against the stranger’s shirt. “Fuck off before I fuck you up,” he scowled at them.
  • They sprinted off, terrified by your boyfriend.
  • “Saeran! Calm down, I’m fine!” You tugged at his shirt. After listening to your explanation, he cooled down, and apologized for his outburst of anger.
  • “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again… can I still have some ice cream, though?”
‘More boys being yandere? Maybe if their s/o got killed in the killing game, and/or if they confessed they had a crush on someone (like if they were a yandere Bois crush?) ‘

Ok 2 things,A: I’m not sure if I understood this correctly so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be like. And B: THIS IS 7444 WORDS LONG HOLY

Some boys are reacting to their s/o’s death, others are reacting to their s/o having feelings (or possible feelings for other people

Warning: Nudity, suggested sex, violence and swearing under the cut 

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Requested by anon: Woozi for lawyer!au Hehe thanks! 

This was one of the more popular choices when yall voted! I was sure that woozi aus weren’t that popular but my street musician au blew up?? as did this au when people voted??? ever since i made this blog you guys have never ceased to amaze me I LOVE YOU ALL!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS PIECE FROM YOUR FAV MOM!!!

warnings: a Manly Jihoon that turns into a Blushy Jihoon with bad jokes

  • Ok yall im in mock trial so this is some real legit stuffz but i don’t know everything so it’s obviously not completely accurate!
  • This au got quite a lot of votes, a lot more than i expected
  • Here we will explore the concept of Manly Jihoon
  • Let’s get moving!!!!!
  • You’ve been in your current law firm for a few years now
  • You ain’t even an attorney you just file papers rip
  • You’re like i am s O D ON E with this job hahahah :)))))
  • Your office job is like the typical ones you hear about that make you wanna yawn bc they’re just sO B OR I N G
  • #savereader2k17
  • Additionally to your office job, you’re also lowkey a personal assistant for the one and only,,,,,,
  • You guessed it
  • Lee Jihoon
  • The bEST of the best attorneys ever to exist, at least for the defense
  • We’re talking about high-scale crimes that you would only imagine happening, like big scandalous murder cases in mystery novels and movies

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dazeli  asked:

Oh man, you're taking prompts, I have a mighty need from some Jack/Bitty and French <3

I DIDN’T FORGET ELI!!!! I JUST…. ACCIDENTALLY WROTE… A LOT…. please enjoy my transparent excuses to use metropolitan french whenever possible and also my sister’s brief cameo under a pseudonym about which she knows nothing!

translations provided via hovertext–i’m fsl so it’s very possible there are mistakes, but i was pretty diligent about proofreading so *crosses fingers.*


“Papa, j’peux pas faire ça.”

Bitty is definitely not eavesdropping.

Ransom is in full panic mode in their bathroom, so he’d had no choice but to use Jack and Shitty’s. Shitty’d told Eric it was alright on his way out the door.

Plus, all those French vowels, so much rounder and more satisfying than in artsy Parisian films, just sort of reach out to the ear. They demand to be heard, if not understood.

Plus, Jack’s voice is so strained, so sad, so terrified that Bitty only manages to stay on his side of the door because his not-eavesdropping probably wouldn’t help.

“Ouais, j’veux jouer, mais—j’suis gay.”

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I wanted to sneak some Aunt Peggy into this AU. :)

“Sir, Ms. Carter is here,” Jarvis said, stepping into his office. “Would you like me to escort her here or would you like to g–”

“Too late!” Peggy said, pushing past him. “I’m already here. Howard, you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Howard stood, waving at Jarvis when he sighed in that way that said ‘I’d roll my eyes if I could but that would be unprofessional.’ “Thanks for trying, Jarvis.”

Jarvis dipped his head. “Shall I bring tea?”

“Don’t bother,” Peggy cut in before Howard could say anything. “Tony will be home soon and I don’t want tea on my blouse.”

Jarvis sighed again, this time fondly, and said, “Very well.”

Howard waited for him to leave before asking, “What’s that?”

Peggy turned to purse her lips at him. “It’s a garment bag, Howard. I’m sure you’ve seen one before.”

“Of course I’ve seen one,” Howard scoffed. “Just never yours. And it’s quite small, isn’t it?” He leered. “Are you here to put on a show for me, Peggy? I’m alright with it, but I’ll need to ask my wife–”

“Howard!” Peggy laughed, so surprised that she didn’t have a chance to pretend she was mad. “Maria would kill us both!”

“Not if I invited her to watch as well,” Howard said confidently, putting his hands on his hips.

“Invited me to watch what?” Maria asked poking her head into the office. She watched the two humans sputter and blush and raised an eyebrow. “…Hmm.”

Howard flailed a little. “It’s nothing, Maria!”

“…If you say so,” she said after a moment. “Howard, did you forget Tony got out of school early because of construction in their science wing? He’s going to–” She yelped as Howard rushed past her, knocking her into the door jamb painfully. “Ow, Howard! Damn!” Maria called after him, offended, and rubbed her side. “…Ow.”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Peggy asked in concern. “Howard’s scatterbrained but I’ve never seen him like… that.

“Ohh,” Maria mumbled rubbing her side again. “Ever since Tony started school, Howard’s always waited on the landing for him to get home. He tries to act casual but Tony knows he’s waiting for him. It’s almost as if he thinks Tony’s so oblivious that he’d never notice his father always happening to be at the same place every time he comes home.”

Peggy let out a little noise of amusement. “Oh my God. It seems like every time I come over here, I learn a new way he’s smitten with that boy.”

“Well, it seems like every day he sees him, he finds a new way to be smitten,” Maria admitted fondly. She tilted her head. “What’s in your garment bag, Peggy? It’s very small.” She leered. “Oh, were you planning on putting on a show?”

“I hate both of you and I’m going to kidnap Tony and raise him on my own,” Peggy informed her, but she was smiling. “You’re both awful. I can’t believe Tony continues to be the exuberant ball of innocence he is with you as his parents.”

Maria laughed. “Well, Howard is quite a prude around Tony. I’m lucky if a peck on the lips lasts more than two seconds if Tony’s in the room.”

“I adore Howard,” Peggy said, giggling behind her hand. “What a man of mystery. A ladies’ man until he met you, a devoted husband, and now a prudish father. And he somehow manages to be all three at the same time some days.”

“He is absolutely precious,” Maria agreed.

They turned as they heard laughing just in time to see Howard hobble back into the office, Tony standing on his feet and giggling as he was carried around. He brightened when he saw Peggy and let go of Howard’s hands to rush over to her. “Aunt Peggy!”

“Hello, darling,” Peggy replied, kneeling so he could throw himself into her arms. “I hear you’ve started designing a robot.”

“Yeah!” Tony answered immediately, leaning back so he could grin at her. “Dad’s even letting me do everything myself! Or, well, um–” He turned and looked at Howard before turning to look at Peggy again. “I have to let him help me with the heavy stuff, and I need his supervision for welding and stuff. But the rest of it I get to do myself!”

“My, that’s so exciting, Tony!” Peggy said, smiling at him. “I hope everything goes well. But then, you and your father are so clever, I’m sure it will.”

Tony beamed at her. “Thanks, Aunt Peggy!” He noticed the garment bag still in her hand and tilted his head. “Whats in the bag, Aunt Peggy? It looks too small for you.” He gasped. “Aunt Peggy, is it for me?!”

Peggy paused to give both Howard and Maria long, disappointed looks before she looked back down at Tony with a smile. “It is!”

“You got me a present and it isn’t even my birthday!” Tony cheered. He reached for the garment bag, then seemed to remember his manners and clasped his hands behind his back shyly.

Peggy stood and unzipped the garment bag. “I remembered you told me that your friend Janet is doing a little project of designing dresses from each decade.”

“Yeah,” Tony answered hopefully, eyes glued on the garment bag.

Peggy pushed the garment bag open to show a long dark skirt and cream-colored jacket with a cinched waist. “Well, I just found this gorgeous skirt and jacket the other day, just like the ones I used to wear in the forties! Maybe you’d like to wear it the next time you go over to Janet’s house? You can tell her this was high fashion in the forties, especially the cinched waist.”

“Aunt Peggy I love it,” Tony breathed, reaching out to grasp the sleeve of the jacket.

“And,” Peggy added proudly. “Hat brims were much wider back then. This hat might be a bit big for you, but–”

Tony nearly vibrated as she took off her hat and set it on his head. “Really?!

Peggy watched the hat tip forward, just a tad too large, and reached out to fix it. “Of course, dear. You might have to grow into it.”

“Nonsense,” Maria scoffed, coming to kneel beside him, and carefully fixed the hat on his head. “If we can’t make it work with bobby pins, I have several hat pins. How would you like to wear one of your mother’s pretty hat pins, Tony?”

“You can’t,” Howard blurted out before he could say anything.

Peggy and Maria swiveled to glare at him.

He valiantly did not shrink. “Honey, your hat pins are illegal. They’re too long.”

“What–why?!” Maria exclaimed, sputtering.

“The suffragettes used them as weapons so there were laws made.”

“…Well!” Peggy said, smiling. “Your suffragettes were my kind of women!”

“Howard you’ve let me wear my hat pins to the races!” Maria sputtered again.

Howard blinked at her. “Maria, I have no intention of telling my wife, who can turn into a werewolf, what she can and cannot wear to the races. I will however put my foot down for Tony. He doesn’t have your ability to make people wish they were dead yet.”

Maria stared at him stonily.

Howard nodded. “Yes, like that.”

Tony giggled and pushed the brim of the hat up. “My hair’s not long enough for hat pins anyway,” he said, even though he stared longingly at the jewelry box where Maria kept her hat pins.

“Aw,” Peggy and Maria cooed.

“We’ll just have to figure something out,” Maria continued, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “Peggy, this was so kind. Thank you.”

Peggy sighed. “Well, it’s good practice for when my nieces and nephews finally start having children. I missed this part of their lives because of the war.”

“You can spoil me whenever you want, Aunt Peggy!” Tony offered helpfully.

Peggy snorted, smiling, and gave his cheek the smallest of pinches because only Tony could offer to let someone spoil him and actually mean for it to make the other person feel better. “I will, dear.”

Jarvis knocked on the doorway. “I’ve made coffee.”

“Oh, delightful!” Peggy said, smiling.

Tony turned, hand raised.

“Yes, and a cup of chocolate milk for you, sir, with apples and peanut butter for your afternoon snack.”

“Yay!” Tony cheered, running for the door.

Howard snagged the hat off of his head on the way by. “Let’s leave this with the skirt and jacket, Tony. It would be just our luck if it fell off your head and into your peanut butter.”

“Aw,” Tony complained, but agreed easily enough, instead grabbing and tugging on Howard’s hand. “C’mon, Dad, I wanna tell you about what happened in school today!”

“Of course, honey,” Howard answered immediately, letting himself be dragged down the hall.

Jarvis sighed that fond eye-rolling sigh and followed them.

“Oh dear,” Peggy murmured. “He didn’t call Howard ‘daddy’ once the entire time I’ve been here.”

“Don’t bring it up,” Maria ordered immediately as they began to follow the men out. “I had to calm that tempest twice already.”

Peggy snorted. “Dear God, I won’t.”

Three Buckets (Adventure Time)

After the intense drama from Whispers, the dramatic eighth season finale of Adventure Time continues in the episode “Three Buckets”.

This episode picks up right after Finn and Fern come back after defeating The Lich’s hand and focuses on Fern’s struggles to find his own identity , as well as being able to turn into other people and man, oh, man did this episode get intense!

We see Fern being able to change his appearance to look just like Finn and Finn is impressed by his new powers to do so.

They decide to go explore a dungeon hidden in a mountain that Fern discovered and Fern still gets frustrated in that Finn always seems to be one step over him, such as winning a rock-paper-scissors game.

While in the dungeon, Fern traps Finn inside of a room with a chair, a bucket of trash and some meat loaf, which Fern ends up saying that it’s actually just a pan of dirt. He mentions he’ll be back in a month with a new bucket of trash.

Finn gets upset that he was betrayed and abandoned by Fern, until he discovers that his robotic arm can do many tasks that PB utilized, such as become a fan, drill rocks and even weed whacking…

Finn ends up escaping, but gets into a fight and tries to reason with Fern, but ends up accidentally destroying Fern with his arm after thinking he said “fatality”.

This was shocking, to say the least…

He returns back home completely traumatized and speechless, to which Jake and BMO comfort him in a very quiet scene.

The episode ends on a giant cliffhanger with a mysterious man picking up the remains of Fern in a bucket and asks him “You looking for an uncle”?

Hoo boy! If there’s one thing Adventure Time knows how to do well is leaving you hanging with intense cliffhangers and more questions made than actual answers!

Before CN decided to divide the seasons, this episode was written to be the finale of Season 8 and from a storytelling perspective; it just makes so much sense to have the premiere be Two Swords and this episode to be the finale, as it really focuses on Fern’s struggles and inner demons as a person both physically and emotionally.

The overall creepiness comes from the fact how Fern feels that the only way he can be himself, is if he is the only Finn and feels he’s been in Ooo, long enough.

I actually noticed how Fern set up the dungeon room where he traps Finn, similar to his room inside the Finn Sword looked, with a chair and some food, which was definitely intentional, as Fern wanted to show Finn what it was like to be trapped in a small room for months.

Fern seems to be similar to Finn before he developed and matured at the end of Season 6, where he isn’t sure what his purpose is or what he’s meant for, whereas the real Finn matured throughout the series, especially after meeting both of his parents and broke up with Flame Princess.

I liked how this episode kind of contrasts that Finn has to battle his inner demons of whom he used to be and gets shocked after possibly “killing” a version of himself.

The comedy of this episode was pretty spot-on, such as the beginning with Jake and BMO trying to find out who broke their vuvuzela.

The mood whiplash where BMO tells Finn that they the look that Finn killed someone was pretty humorous in a disturbing way.

PB’s message to Finn on his arm was pretty sweet and it’s just adorable how she looks after Finn so much, even when he’s in trouble.

Also, the awkward stare that Fern gives to Finn after saying they’re like close brothers is pretty sad when you think about it.

Tom Herpich & Steve Wolfhard are two of my favourite boarders when it comes to making episodes with intense moments, drama and amazing comedy.

The ending with the man picking up the remains of Fern is most definitely setting up a character arc for Princess Bubblegum’s uncle, “Gumbald”.

Not only does he mention the word “uncle”, but he wears a ring and a robe with the letter “G” on it, so I wonder where he’ll fit into the final season of Adventure Time!

Gumbald was a character who was briefly mentioned way back in Susan Strong, where PB mentioned he chopped down trees in a single night, as well as building a cabin where she and Pep-But stayed during Hot Diggity Doom after the King of Ooo took over the Candy Kingdom.

The first glimpse of Gumbald we saw was during The Thin Yellow Line, where someone was imprisoned in the mural and shown to be locked away by Princess Bubblegum.

Why Gumbald was locked away and what PB has against her uncle is something I’d really like to know and hopefully gets addressed in the final season!

These episodes and Season 8 as a whole was just a fantastic ride and even though there are only about 16 episodes of the series left, if you count the shorts being the “Graybles Allsorts” from Season 6 and “Frog Seasons” from Season 7.

Regardless, these episodes were a lot of fun and what an intense and thrilling way to conclude the eighth season of Adventure Time and I cannot wait for the ninth and final season!

nice try | jughead jones x reader

Originally posted by immortalle


written by: kelly

edited by: emma

anonymous said: hey rosie🎀 can you do one where jughead and the reader are dating and walking together and chuck and his gang comes up to them. chuck tries to make a pass at the reader but she says no and then they beat the reader up in front of jughead. have a nice day ❤️

note from kelly: hey guys. so we pretty much got the same request 3 times just worded differently, so i hope its okay if i change this one up a bit and make it a 2 part story about family, feuds and love. hope you enjoy :)

chapter song: american teen / khalid

i was the black sheep in the family.

there was no secret, i wasn’t like the rest of them. i was different and yet i still felt loved by everyone in my family, everyone except chuck that is.

chuck was my older brother. he was a year older than me and we were on completely different planets. 

he was popular.

i wasn’t.

he had a large group of friends.

i only had 3. 

it was never competition between chuck and i, because he would win. 

he was chuck. 

and i was y/n

“y/n! chuck! garret! come and get your lunch please!” my mother yelled from the other room, her voice booming throughout our otherwise quiet house.

for a small lady she certainly had a loud voice.

“im coming mom!” my younger brother garret responded, causing the beast to rise.

“g, shut up. you’re so loud.” chuck complains, his voice deeper and more scary in the morning.

“sorry chuck.” my little brother whined.

and with that, i grab my backpack and i head downstairs.

“morning mom.” i mumbled, still half asleep.

“hey baby, your fruit is in the fridge.” she replies, kissing me on the cheek. her sticky red lipstick almost gluing her lips to my face.

“sorry about that sweetie.” she giggles, licking her thumb and wiping the lipstick off of my face.

i see my brother sitting by the kitchen table, eating some cereal.

“morning chu-” 

“yeah.” he interrupts me mid greeting, clearly not interested.

“okay..” i roll my eyes. i shouldn’t even try.

“chuck, i need you to take your brother and sister to school.” mom recalled in passing. 

“what? why” chuck hesitated, looking at my mother and then over to me.

“all of the school bus drivers are on strike and- you know what? i don’t need to explain anything to you mr.” she states, placing her hands on her hips.

and that was that. garret and i were in chuck’s car, driving to school. it was a short drive to the elementary school, and once we dropped garret off we were on the way to riverdale high. 

riverdale high was a very complex school. lots of different cliques, lots of different personalities. over the summer things had shifted within the dynamics of the school. cheryl blossom showed some kind of vulnerability, which is strange because she had always been so stoned faced that i was completely convinced that she was a robot. so when she had her mental breakdown at the football game everyone was left quaking.

the most significant change though? jughead jones becoming a serpent, leaving our high school and moving back to the south side.

“what the fuck is he doing here?” chuck says to himself as he pulls into an empty spot.

“who?” i ask, looking over at him super confused.

“him.” chuck spits, his eyes filling with rage.

i glance over and i see jughead jones. hair slicked back, leather jacket hanging lazily off of one shoulder. cigarette behind one ear, hand placed firmly against a motorcycle.

good god.

jughead got..hot.

im totally staring. like i can’t look away. he was waiting for someone, but who?

“yo jones!” my brothers voice booms across the quad, alerting everyone.

as my brother walks closer to jughead, the ‘oohs” and ‘uhhs’ are audible from the student body, watching chuck walk along the path. 

“chuck don’t.” i plead, like he needed to get into any more fights.

“stay out of it.” he warns.

the crowd begins to separate as jughead turns around to face chuck. he looks over at chuck and then at me. it was like time stopped when we looked into one each other’s eyes. 

“heyyyy y/n.” jughead nods at me, his raspy voice sending shivers down my spine.

“hey jughead.” i wave awkwardly.

he steps forward, smiling at me. completely ignoring my very angry brother.

“step back donnie darko.” my brother voices, steping in front of me and between myself and jughead.

“oh come on chuck, i was talking to the pretty lady.” he remarks, smiling over at me again making my stomach flip.

“yeah, unfortunatley she’s not interested.” my brother chuckles.

“who said i’m not?” i pipe up, immediately regretting what i said.

the crowd all of a sudden burts up into gazes and whispers. the words exchanged between jughead and chuck now got personal. family was involved.

my brother was silent. staring at me, shocked.

i glance at jughead and he shoots a look back at me with a smirk.

“yeah y/n why don’t you shut the fuck up.” chuck swore, his words sharp.

“no, i’m okay.” i shrug.

the next few moments were a blur.

my brother turns around and faces me.

“you’re a fucking worthless piece of trash, im honestly ashamed to be related to you.” he scoffed.

all of a sudden there was a lump in my throat.

the crowd goes back to the ‘oohs’ and ‘uhhs’, i can even see cheryl laughing.

“but the irony of this is, you think that these people care what you have to say. they don’t. you’re a nobody and-”

before my brother could finish his speech on 101 reasons why y/n is a loser, i see him fly across the quad into a crowd of tstudents, landing right onto the floor. 

jughead lunges on top of chuck, throwing punches left right and centre. 

everyone runs to group around the two, except archie. he ran up to jughead and snatched him up off of my brother, leaving chuck lying on the floor.

“jug, cool down.” archie begs, trying to calm the serpent down. 

jughead looks over at me, his gaze intense. 

“nobody will ever talk to you like that again.” he says through heavy breathing,

i’m frozen in pure shock.

“i promise.” he says re-adjusting his leather jacket, getting onto his motorcycle.

from that day, i wasn’t aware of what i had just gotten myself into. a world full of sex, lies, drugs and what I knew was pure love.

part 2 coming soon..

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The boys introducing their favorite movies to their s/o?

Thanks for requesting! This was entertaining to write. I hope it’s what you expected. I’m so sorry this took so long.

 Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • “Contrary to what one would think, my favourite movie is not Fifty Shades of Grey.”
  • You try to muffle your laughter when he says this but damn
  • You had literally bet that’d be his favourite movie.
  • You now owe Ouma $10.
  • Korekiyo tells you his favourite movie is Coraline
  • You’re surprised - you would have never expected Korekiyo’s favourite movie to be PG
  • The one with the creepy button-eyed people?”
  • “Precisely.”
  • You admit, you’ve never seen it
  • The trailer was enough to scare anyone away!
  • Korekiyo assures you it’s not as scary as it appears to be
  • And that it’s actually really interesting watching someone of Coraline’s age put their intelligence and bravery to the test in order to save her loved ones!
  • He asks you to put yourself in her shoes
  • And to imagine all the possible outcomes!
  • He’s right - it would be interesting to see how someone would react to a situation like that
  • Whether or not they’d crack under the pressure, throw in the towel, or do what needs to be done
  • You’re excited to watch the movie with him! 

Rantarou Amami

  • The boy is a sucker for creepy movies, you know that much
  • You were beginning to regret letting him choose the movie this time, with that in mind
  • You walk into the living room, nervous
  • On your TV you can see the menu screen for a movie you’d never seen before - but the title did seem familiar…
  • You had heard of this before… but had never actually given it the time to watch it
  • And now you can see why!
  • It looks absolutely terrifying!
  • “Have you seen this movie before, s/o? It’s my favourite.”
  • He notices the fearful expression on your face and heads over to you
  • He plants a kiss on your forehead and wraps his arms around you
  • “I know you’re a little scared, s/o, but it’ll be fine with me here. I’m here to protect you, after all.”
  • You suppose it couldn’t be that bad, as long as you were snuggled up to Amami…
  • “That’s the spirit, s/o.”
  • He presses “Play”
  • Throughout the film he holds you close during the extra scary parts
  • If you ever seem too afraid, he’ll squeeze your hand and pause the movie to see if you’re okay
  • The movie ends and you’re pleasantly surprised - that wasn’t as terrible as you had anticipated it to be!
  • Horror movies with Amami become more frequent after that - you both look forward to it every week!

Ouma Kokichi

  • Ouma had been pestering you with random questions all morning
  • “What’s your favourite food? Pizza topping? Season? Video game?”
  • “…Movie?”
  • Enough was enough.
  • In a huff, you throw the questions back his way
  • You ask him what his favourite movie is, not expecting him to give you any proper answer
  • He takes a moment, tapping his finger to his chin, deep in thought
  • He proudly states the name of some movie you’ve never even heard of
  • When he looks to you for a reaction and there isn’t one, he’s hurt!
  • Gently, you break it to him
  • “I’ve not a clue what that movie is about, Ouma.”
  • “How have you not seen my favourite movie, s/o? Are you sure you haven’t seen it?”
  • “I thought you were my partner!?”
  • You try again in your head to place any imagery at all to the title, but alas, it still doesn’t ring any bells
  • You tell him you’re sorry, that you’ve definitely never heard of it
  • “No apologies needed, s/o! It is now my job to make sure you watch this movie, and love it!”
  • No turning back now
  • The two of you set up the couch and fill the space around you with junk food and settle in to watch the film…

Saihara Shuuichi

  • “O-oh! That’s an easy one!”
  • You quickly discover that naming his favourite movie is in fact, not an “easy one”
  • He immediately lists off his top ten!
  • And he’s talking so fast! It’s hard to keep up with his thoughts!
  • You tell him just one is fine!
  • He immediately shuts up
  • He looks pretty deep in thought
  • “M-My favourite movie would have to be… Clubhouse Detectives.”
  • He looks to you for a reaction - a “me too!” was what he was hoping for
  • But you’ve got no clue
  • The Clubhouse What-now? Never heard of it.
  • He looks shocked - even a little hurt!
  • “Y-You haven’t seen it? But it’s so gripping! It was one of the first mystery movies I ever watched!”
  • You can tell by the look on his face he wants to beg you to watch it with him, but you know he’s too nice to ask you to sit through a movie with him without arranging beforehand-
  • You ask if it’s too late for a movie night
  • His face lights up
  • It’s never too late for a movie night!

Kaito Momota

  • The boy’s face lights up when you ask him what his favourite movie is!!
  • Guardians of the Galaxy!! Duh!!

  • What’s that?
  • He’s shocked that you’ve never seen or heard of it before
  • “It’s action packed!! Hilarious! And there’s a hint of romance too-”
  • The way he described to you, it sounded like any other movie he’d watch
  • But the sparkle in his eyes that appeared while he talked about it was enough to convince you to watch it with him
  • “I still can’t believe you’ve never seen it before, s/o. This is gonna be awesome!”
  • You tell him you can give it a go!
  • It sounds like fun!
  • His eyes light up even more
  • This is almost the happiest you’ve ever seen him?!
  • The two of you get the popcorn and set up the blankets
  • Movie time!!


  • You’re super curious to know what the robot would pick as his favourite movie
  • “I suppose I do quite like the one with the boy who lives in an orphanage and then goes to the future with this boy he met and then it turns out- actually, I have it on DVD, please wait for one moment! I will be right back!”
  • He hurries back into the living room with a deluxe copy of Meet the Robinsons
  • You’re puzzled - why is this his favourite movie?
  • “It was the first movie I ever watched! It holds great emotional value to me and I love it!”
  • When you tell him you haven’t seen it, he makes the strangest squeaking noise
  • But you can tell it’s out of excitement, at least
  • You ask if he’d like to watch it with you tonight - you have nothing better to do and hadn’t watched a movie together in a while
  • He makes the noise again.
  • The boy hurries out of the room once more to retrieve blankets and pillows!
  • Movie!!!! Night!!!!
  • He pulls you into a tight embrace and jumps up and down a little
  • “This is going to be a lot of fun, s/o!”

Gonta Gokuhara

  • You saw this one coming from a mile away
  • Even though you’d never watched it, you could still tell
  • “Gonta’s favourite movie is A Bug’s Life! Gonta thinks this movie is both educational and entertaining!”
  • You join him on the couch and pick up the DVD in your hands
  • Just as you thought, it’s a child’s movie!
  • You tell him that.
  • Gonta thinks A Bug’s Life is good no matter what age!”
  • You roll your eyes - looks like this movie night was going to be a snore fest. Maybe next week you’ll pick up the pace with a horror movie, you say.
  • “G-Gonta doesn’t like horror movies! Gonta insists on watching A Bug’s Life!”
  • With a sigh you snuggle up to him and press “Play” on the television
  • He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen the entire movie
  • The man is mezmerised!
  • “Look at all the pretty bugs, s/o!”
  • Although, you are entertained
  • And it makes you happy to see your boyfriend so excited like this
  • Maybe letting Gonta pick a movie wasn’t such a bad idea after all

Ryouma Hoshi

  • It was a boring afternoon
  • You were sick and practically glued to the couch
  • You felt and looked like crap
  • Hoshi didn’t like seeing you like this
  • His s/o didn’t deserve to feel this way
  • And as your boyfriend, he made it his duty to make you feel better
  • He disappeared into his and your room and emerged with an old looking DVD
  • You glance up from your tissues hopefully
  • You see the cover and your eyes dim immediately
  • Boring.
  • Give the film a chance, s/o.”
  • He sits by your side and takes your hand and tells you it’s his favourite movie.
  • A compelling statement…
  • You tell him you’re willing to watch the movie with him,
  • If he agrees to let you cuddle him the whole time
  • He sighs
  • “…As you wish.” 
Cease, River.

*Trigger Warning: self harm and suicide is in the following chapter. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NEGATIVELY IMPACTED BY THIS SORT OF THING.*

It was just a little white line, but it would stay there for the rest of his life as a total reminder of what he had done.

It was honestly sort of silly, and felt even more so each time he had to share the story with a new counsellor.

A friend who cared.
A lover who asked.

Unless you were looking, you probably wouldn’t see it. The scar was maybe half an inch long, give or take.

But it held a dreadful story.

Lance stared at the little bracelet he held in his hands. He had gotten the stupid thing at an arcade for thirty tickets or something.

It was made of those ‘emo’ square things that were usually on belts, only this was one row of black and white.

Lance didn’t even know why he had gotten it, instead of another candy piece or something.

He didn’t know how attached he would become to the thing, unfortunately.

It had just been another hard day.

Tests failed.
Flaws shoved in his face by household members, the usual.

Lance had become so apathetic to the ordeal though that now it had no effect on him.

He was a walking and sometimes talking robot that went about his daily routine, never changing.

Now, Lance wouldn’t say his emotions were gone. Definitely not.

It had become, more so, that the emotions he did feel were just routine.

Constant anxiety the caused him to fidget and his chest to feel tight.

For bad thoughts to creep in.

That’s how Lace had discovered what this bracelet could do. In that moment.

The blue red boy had only been fidgeting with the thing when he realized he was bending back something sharp.

The bent material that kept the squares in place. It completely captivated him.

Lance did not know why the thought crossed his mind, but it did as he bent the tip from the bracelet and he stared.

He’d heard of cutting.
Some of his friends mentioned it in their past, but had always overcome it.

Lance knew it generated a feeling that wasn’t as routine as his entire life.

Physical pain.

Now, Lance knew that this would lead him to a complicated road that would give him more anxiety than he was previously dealing with.

You have to cover the scars.
You have to keep it secret.

So many burdens that came with doing this; and the decision making process.

What if he cut too deep?

Lance didn’t necessarily want to die, yet.

But the thought that he would feel something besides his day to day anxiety and depression drove him further.

He started on the top of his left arm.
Lance wasn’t sure why he had picked there, he just sorta went for it.

The boy made vertical scratches, about 7-8 of them, but they weren’t very deep.

It was a feeling. But maybe it was too much for him right now. He shook.

During the school day Lance wore the bracelet, but found himself scratching words or sometimes just lines into his arms with a pencil.

He laughed remembering the way people used to get creeped out by it, others asked him why he did it.

Lance didn’t know, he just found it creative and he liked it. The marks went away by the time he got home anyway.

Lance recalled when he transitioned from the pencil, back to the bracelet. It was a hard time for him.

He recalled the time when it went from light scratches on his wrist, to when he had to move to his thighs because he had gotten caught.

Oh how he had gotten caught.
His bracelet was quickly taken from him.

The first time Lance drew significant amount of blood, he was thrilled by the sight.

It hurt of course, but just seeing the blood like that gave him a sort of adrenaline rush that he just couldn’t get any other way.

Dopamine flooded his brain.

It never got better from there, but he always did get better at hiding it.

When he stayed at the Garrison, it got significantly worse. By a lot.

But Lance knew when too much was too much, and never let that sharp object dig deeper.

Without the bracelet, Lance had taken to stealing razors from the generals or in closets. Basically whatever he could.

When it came lights out, Lance would sit up in his room, blankets over him, and just blindly cut at his thighs.

He would go at it until his fingers were sticky and the blade end slick with dried and new blood.

Lances poker face during the whole ordeal was better than any legit poker player.

You would never guess what he was doing to himself, and no one did.

Until it was too late.

“Lance! Stop acting dumb, get back in formation! We trying to win this war, not have YOU lose it for us!” Allura shouted over the intercom of the castle.

The blue paladin flinched.

“You’ve hit me more times than you’ve hit any of the targets, some ‘sharpshooter’ you are.” Keith grumbled.

Shiros sigh is the best thing heard, “We’ve been training a lot today, how about we all go back inside for rest.”

He said it as an order.

When they all made it back, the mood was not positive. Everyone was tired and annoyed.

Why couldn’t this battle be over yet?

The blue eyed paladin excused himself to his room when asked about joining everyone for dinner.

'Stupid stupid stupid…’

Lance shook slightly, and familiar feelings started to work through his bloodstream.

Anxiety, from whatever he felt was gonna be said about him next.
Depressed, from the truth he knew behind the words spoken to him earlier.
Anger, that he had to feel this way.
Numb, because none of this was new.

Hot tears filled his eyes as he entered his room, letting the door close behind him and he sunk to the floor.

In the way.

The hatred Lande felt for his entire self grew stronger and he squeezed his eyes shut tight as the tears fell.

Lance took tufts of hair into his fists to pull at them in annoyance. Why couldn’t he do anything right?

His heartbeat picked up and Lance snivelled, he needed a distraction and quickly.

It was getting too much.

In the way.
In the way.
In the way.

U S E L E S S.
A N N O Y I N G.
I N  T H E  W A Y.
S T U B B O R N.

Lance flung open his small dresser of clothes and desperately dug through its contents for any of the razors and broken forks he had.

A cut to his finger allowed him to find him pretty quickly, and his pulse spiked.


Lance wheezed as the tears fell hot and and fast, streaming down his cheeks yet he made no sound.

He was done with all of this.

All of the names, the struggles.
Lance remembered when he didn’t want to die, at least not yet. Yet had come.

Lance wanted to do what benefitted the team. Not what he thought was best. For himself or the others.

If he were gone, then the team could find a better suited paladin for Voltron and they could finally beat Zarkon.

Go home.

They would never get that chance to improve if Lance were here, he decided.

The blue paladin backed himself up into the corner of his room, shaking all over from this attack he was having.

The blood on his finger trickled down to his wrist and Lance was finally able to do it.

Lance didn’t know how many vertical lines were in his arms when his legs gave out on him.

He knocked over his dresser in the process of trying to stay standing.

Lance wasn’t scared, but it was taking longer than he had anticipated and the boy didn’t feel like being caught.

It was for them, and if they stopped him his plan to what was best would be ruined.

He finally fell to his side, dropping his wound inflicted and paid attention to the way everything got fuzzy.

Maybe now he would be a hero.
Sure, at his own expense, but Lance had chosen this and it was his choice.

Heroes  have to make the tough choices, don’t they?

It was for the better.

There was a knocking on his door, his name being called. Of course he couldn’t answer.

He looked down to his wrists, where blood pulsed out in rhythm to his dying pulse. Lance hoped the others would wash his jacket before they got rid of his body.

The door burst open, Keith stood there with Shiro behind him. Both froze in their tracks and their faces dropped.

Lance’s eyes closed, his breath left him.
His heart stuttered to a stop like a dying engine of a motorcycle running out of gas.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. A quote by Khalil Gibran.

The blue paladin has ceased.

Dulled Mind - Chapter 1

“Welcome to the greatest hive of scum and villainy in this entire damned sector,” Bulat chuckled as he landed the cruiser in the spaceport of the most aptly named Avarice Quartus. “Now, let’s get fucked up, shall we?”

Naomi leapt off the ship, going through the bubble of contained air after their ship had been maglocked to the port. They landed on the surface of the spaceport, and walked inside. The artificial gravity kicked in, and Naomi’s feet planted firmly on the ground. She brushed the clinging static of the containment field off her black shirt and waited for Kate to get off the ship.

Kate’s long hair stood up in messy strands from the static electricity, levitating in the air. When she straightened her hair and let it hang down again, Naomi decided to have a little fun. Kate’s hair floated back up, suspended high in the air like some sort of creature that had taken up residence on her head. Kate flattened it down again, shrugging it off as just some electricity that hadn’t quite gone away.

Naomi made it rise up again. Kate caught on, glaring at Naomi, who responded with a smug smile. The hair came to life under her influence, moving and twisting around to form a false mustache around Kate’s mouth.

“Hey, stop!” Kate pushed the hair away, trying and failing to hide an amused smirk. “That tickled.” 

Naomi blew a kiss over in her direction.

“Love you, babe,” she said.

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anonymous asked:

Ndrv3 guys crying over something and their s/o comforts them and cuddles them?

Need me a S/O like that… Especially when I’m mourning the death of yet another one of my favourite characters T_T

This became a mixture of angst and some humour/fluff ones, hope you like it!

NDRV3 Boys crying over something and their S/O comforts and cuddles them

Shuuichi Saihara:

- You just found him curled up and sobbing on the sofa

- “Eh?! Saihara - kun, Saihara - kun! What is it?”

- You’ve never seen him crying before, it must be something serious

- You place your hand on his shoulder and gently shake him which causes him to look up

- “S/O - san…”

- “What happened?”

- You wrap your arms around him and he hugs you back, tightly

- “I… I thought…” His sobbing is getting more intense

- “Shh.. It’s okay… Take your time… I’m here for you… Shuuichi - kun..”

- He seems to stop for a second, did the use of his first name trigger him?

- “I… I was working on a case…”

- You stroke his hair as he chokes out an explanation

- “She… She looked like you… I.. I…”

- “It’s okay… I’m here aren’t I?” You smile at him and kiss his cheek

- “Don’t cry okay? It breaks my heart to see you cry”

- You wipe away his tears with your thumbs and keep reassuring him that everything is okay now

Kaito Momota:

- You were just sitting together, you were reading a book whilst he was just scrolling through his phone

- “NOOOO!”

- You literally drop your book and see Momota with tears in his eyes

- “M-Momota - kun… What’s wrong?”

- He just shows you the phone screen

- “Pluto is no longer considered a planet.”

- Oh no

- You quickly sit in his lap and hug him

- “Shhh… It’s okay Momota - kun… It’s all just a bunch of lies… Pluto will always be a planet…. Shhh”

- He nods and hugs you back

- “How can they insult Pluto like this”

- “I don’t know, who has the nerve to say things like that.”

- You kiss his forehead and tell him more reassuring words

- He seems to eventually calm down, he even flashes you a smile before hugging you tightly once more


- You didn’t even know robots could cry

- And yet here he was, tears making their way down his cheeks

- You walk up to him and cup his face, wiping each new tear with your thumb

- “What happened Kiibo - kun?”

- “S/O - san… Do you love me?”

- “Eh? What’s that all of a sudden? Of course I do”

- “I… I want to say the same but… I don’t really know what love is”

- “Awh Kiibo - kun..” You move your arms so that you’re hugging him tightly

- “Don’t cry okay? In my eyes you’re showing me as much love as you can… I’ll do my best to make you understand it, I promise”

- He just clings onto you, sobbing into your shoulder

- “It’s okay… It’s okay” You stroke his hair as you try and shush him

- After a while, he finally calms down 

- “S-Sorry.. S/O - san… I made your shoulder all wet…”

- You giggle and kiss his cheek “I don’t really mind, are you okay now?”

- He nods and gives you a small smile

Rantaro Amami:

- You were just doing a few basic chores such as dishes and dusting whilst he was playing a game

- When you walk past him you notice the controller on the table and his face is in his hands

- “Huh?… Amami - kun?”

- You kneel in front of him and take hold of his wrists gently pulling his hands away

- He’s crying

- You look up at him with a shocked expression, you’ve never seen someone as calm as Amami to cry

- “What happened? Why are you crying Amami - kun?”

- “The feels hit me hard”

- He points to the screen. You look over your shoulder and finally see what game he was playing

- Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons

- Oh no… He got to that part…

- You stand up intending to hug him but instead he just ends up clinging to your knees

- “H-Hey…” You stroke his messy hair “It’s okay Amami - kun… I played this as well”

- You continue stroking his hair, occasionally you make stroke up and down his back until he calms down

Kokichi Ouma:

- Ouma sent you a message with nothing more than

- Come over now, please

- It was kind of late but nonetheless you made your way over to his house

- Before you could even ring the doorbell, the door swung open and Ouma pulled you inside

- “Woah! What’s up with you Ouma - kun?”

- He doesn’t say anything he just clings onto you

- Huh.. Is he… Crying?

 - “Ouma…Kun?”

- “You’re okay…”

- “Huh? Of course… Why wouldn’t I be?”

- He looks up at you, there is very limited light but you can see that his eyes are red

- He’s not faking it

- “I thought… Someone took you…”

- You kiss his forehead and stroke his cheek

- “Don’t cry Ouma - kun… You’re a Supreme Leader after all right?” 

- He smiles a little before burying his head in your chest

- The two of you stay like that for a while

Gonta Gokuhara:

- You were just napping in the garden until a scream woke you up

- You literally sprint towards the direction it came from and find Gonta on his knees crying

- “G-Gonta - kun! What happened?”

- He just turns towards you his face full of tears

- Your eyes travel down until they find the reason why he’s crying

- He’s holding an insect in his hand but it looks like it’s not moving anymore, upon closer inspection you find that it’s dead

- “Gonta found it” He then sobs some more “How can someone do that?”

- You place a hand on his arm and squeeze it gently

- “I don’t know Gonta - kun… But would you like to bury it?”

- He nods. You hand him a tissue and gently take the insect from him

- You let him wipe his face before you take his hand and find a nice place to bury the insect

- Once the two of you are done you hug him and gently rock from side to side

Korekiyo Shinguji:

- He barely ever showed his emotions (his mask also helped)

- That’s why when you found him with tears in his eyes you were majorly concerned

- You sit by him and put your hand on top of his

- “What’s wrong?…”

- He just shakes his head and squeezes your hand

- You don’t ask him again, you just shift so that you can hug him

- His sobs are muffled due to his mask so you gently lower it for him

- He cries into your chest whilst you stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head from time to time

- “Shinguji - kun… I don’t know what’s wrong but… I’m here for you, okay?”

- He nods

- You’re slightly concerned he might have a panic attack but you do your best to calm him down

- It takes a while but eventually his sobbing stops and you can just hear sniffling every now and then

- Once he can speak again, he tells you that from time to time he will have moments like these

- “Only… This time you were here to help me… Thank you…”

Ryoma Hoshi:

- From the stories Hoshi told you, you saw him as well a champion

- He was always winning tennis matches and he told you all about how he defeated a gang all by himself

- That’s why when you saw him curled up in a ball crying you honestly had no idea what to do

- You walked up to him and sat in front of him

- “Um… Hoshi - kun?”

- “Leave…”

- “Huh?”

- “Leave me… I… I don’t deserve someone like you”

- “What are you talking about?”

- He looks up at you then, eyes puffy from crying

- “I’m a killer S/O! You don’t deserve someone like me! You deserve much b-”

- You don’t let him finish, you just pull him into a hug and hug him tightly

- “Don’t ever say things like that. If I wanted someone else, I would be with them but I don’t all I want is you, and I want you to be happy!”

- He shakes a bit before returning your hug and sobbing into your chest

- He cries quite a lot which causes him to have a terrible headache

- “Hey… Let’s go have a nap okay?”

- He nods