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formulamuppet · 1 year
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[in the cool down room]
Charles: *sweating & shirtless* do you want some water?
Max: *whispering* i’m so gay
Charles: what?
Max: I AM OKAY
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jeanboyjean · 4 months
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and i - ft. jean kirstein
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summary: jean (successfully) tries to make you feel better after a recent breakup
content: friends to lovers, fluff, good vibes, jean brainrot to the max, modern au, college au
a/n: for @honeybleed 90s/00s rnb event!! <3 jean fluff hehehe bc i can't get him out of my brain and he is THE comfort character. inspired by and i - ciara. i love this song big time ♡ laughed so hard watching the music video when she brought out the horse lmaooo 🤔 for my fellow jean girlies!!!
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"ugh, i hate him," you grumble, sinking into the couch with a heavy sigh.
jean glances at you, concern etched on his face. "what now?" he asks, taking a seat beside you.
crossing your arms, you slump into the cushions. "he just posted a picture of him with that girl. what a fucking asshole."
jean clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. "why are you still on his profile? you need to forget about him."
with a frustrated sigh, you shut off your phone. it’s been a few weeks since you ended things with your ex, a decision long overdue. the relationship had lost what little spark had been there in the first place, dragging on for as long as the two of you would let it. the final straw had been when you had found the sexts he had sent to a girl in one of his classes. it stings and it sucks but more than anything, your pride is wounded. the sadistic part of you can’t resist the urge to keep tabs on him and wallow in resentment.
"i have forgotten about him," you say defiantly. "he's just unfortunately like the gum stuck on the bottom of my shoe."
jean lets out a low chuckle. his hands fall to his thighs as he pushes up off the couch. "okay, you know what. let's go for a drive."
curiosity flickers in your eyes as you look up at him, wondering where this is going. 
"come on, let's go," he urges, reaching forward to grab your hand. you let him pull you to your feet.
"alright, fine. but you're shouting me coffee," you tell him with a roll of your eyes, a small smile winning over.
"always," he winks in return with a mischievous lift to his lips.
the music blares as you drive, jean tapping his fingers along to the beat. you hum along, watching the scenery pass by with your window down, letting the cool air blow away your tension. the recent events start to fade away and your mind wanders back to your first break up a couple years ago during your first year of university. jean had been there then too, holding you as you had cried and simmered, until you were ready to put yourself back together. 
he had refused to let you mope around, forcing you to go out with him to movies and parties and bars. he had been the one to listen to your problems as you poured your heart out, making his shoulders your personal dumping ground. jean had been there for you through it all.
you deserve someone who loves all of you. the words he had said to you back then, ring clear in your mind. 
there has always been an underlying tension between you two, a quiet undercurrent that flows beneath the surface of your friendship. from the moment you first saw him, standing across the room at a party in first year, his presence has captured your attention drawing you to him like a magnet. you had become fast friends, sharing everything together from your classes, to your interests, to your deepest darkest secrets.
part of you wonders if he’s ever felt the same way. sometimes you wonder what it would be like if you had found the courage to tell him your feelings, but now you’re in too deep, the confines of your friendship too strong. all this time, you’re pining after him while trying to fill the void with other people, only to be crushed over and over. dreams of making a move dance in your mind, but the fear of jeopardising your friendship holds you back. you’re happy this way, if only because it means you can have him in your life. you’ve sealed these thoughts away in your heart and thrown away the key. 
jean's hand lifts from the steering wheel to turn down the music. "what are you thinking about?" he asks.
you cross your arms to hug yourself. "why is it so hard to find someone? am I just destined to be forever alone?"
he flicks your knee teasingly. "maybe you're looking in the wrong places." he turns his head briefly to meet your eyes. “plus, how can you be forever alone when you have me."
you roll your eyes and poke his shoulder before turning away. “yeah, and where should I be looking then?”
he pulls into the car park in front of your favourite coffee shop, shutting off the car and turning to you. he stills for a moment and takes a deep breath, letting it sit for a moment before releasing. a hand pulls through his hair, coming to rest on the back of his neck. "why not me?" he asks, turning to face you.
your eyes narrow at his words. "don't play around, jean."
"nah, I'm serious," he says. there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice but his gaze is unwavering. "you know I would do anything for you." 
you freeze, chest tightening, feeling the air being sucked out of the car. you hear his words but they don't register, refusing to sink in. the sincerity in his words hang in the air, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. in the quiet, jean's confession lingers like a promise. you want to believe him, to let go of the fear that consumes you but you can't help but hold back.
you shake your head, uncertain of the implications. you’ve both said things like this to each other before, never ones to hold back on sentiment, but something about them today carry a weight you can’t ignore.
"but aren't we friends? i don't want to ruin what we have."
he reaches for your hand across the centre console, his fingers intertwining with yours. his thumb brushes against your skin, sending tingles up your arm. “i would never let anything ruin what we have,”  he says, his eyes never leaving yours, gaze tender but firm. “i've wanted to say this for a long time."
with his free hand, he cups your cheek and leans in, brushing your hair aside. "i could have everything in the world, but I would sacrifice it all for you. stop wasting your time with these losers.” 
your heart pounds, breath catching in your throat. slowly, you allow yourself to acknowledge the feelings that have lingered beneath the surface. "jean..." you whisper, the sound barely escaping your lips.
"please. let me show you."
his lips meet yours, and for a moment, you forget about everything else. the world disappears, leaving only the two of you. it feels like a dream as he pulls you in, your chest flush against his. your fingers comb through his hair, your heart thumping in your chest.
everything about him overwhelms you. his scent, the way his hair feels between your fingers. and the softness of his lips, gentle and warm against your own. 
his hands slide from where they’re tangled in your own hair down to hold your arms, squeezing lightly. he pulls back, his eyes searching yours. the moment hangs in the air, the intensity heavy between you.
"are you okay with this?" he asks, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
you nod. a smile stretches across your cheeks as you look up at jean, whose expression mirrors yours. 
it’s more than okay. it’s everything.
you let yourself fall into the moment, unlocking the key to your heart, letting yourself want him. hope flickers in you, anticipation for what this could mean. you finally reach for the love that has always wanted to reveal itself. and this time, it feels real. 
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coffeedepressionsoup · 2 months
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Somebody Does Love | MYG - He Falls First
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Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader
Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.
This is the one where Yoongi is a man with a crush, and Sammy is a diligent shipper. Part 4 of Somebody Does Love.
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Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst
Word count - 3.9k+
Warnings - lil swearing, drinking is injurious to health, smoking too (dk if that bit is in there), flustered Yoongi Pro Max
Ratings - 13+
Taglist: @majiiisstuff @starlighttaek8 @yoongrace @proudnoona
A/N - It would seem the word limit is me overcompensating for the long break. Hehehe. I have received so many positive and encouraging comments throughout this time, some anonymous, I wanted to write a slightly longer note to thank you all. On some of the worst days, your enthusiasm puts a smile on my face. Thank you, and take my warmest love.
Partially proofread. Basically word vomit. Written in three frenzied, sleepless nights. Please be kind. Like, reblog and comment to let me know what you think of this chapter. Also, feel free to DM me to be added to the taglist. That's all. Enjoy!
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Sammy tries his best to keep a straight face as he looks at his friend of more than 8 years explaining why he decided to drop by his house - the third time in two weeks, which is more than the number of visits in the last two years, combined.
Min Yoongi, the friend in question here, allegedly found inspiration at a park earlier that day and had the beats for a new song in mind, for which Sammy was being requested to work on the lyrics. Could it have waited until the next day? Apparently not.
The urgency (of the creative variety, of course) is why the award-winning music producer was hunched over at Sammy’s living room sofa, having hijacked the latter’s laptop.
However, the explanation did not seem satisfactory to Sammy. I mean, obviously, there are some good beats that Yoongi presented in the short while that he was there. But that is not unbelievable. He has previously seen him finish a song in less than an hour.
Even the inspiration is not doubtful. Not in the least. Of course, he can believe in finding inspiration for a song at random places, at random times. Sammy himself had made a song about the annoyance shaving can be after a particularly annoying early morning schedule.
The urgency, however, is the fishy bit. Not that it’s too late in the night. It’s 10:27, Sammy checks his phone. It is not too late at all for his friends to get together for drinks or movies. But turning up at his house though? And Yoongi?
Sammy has had to often take in a drunk and dejected Jaehyeong at around midnight when he was going through a difficult breakup and would end up in his neighbourhood because the ex used to live close by. Dojoon and Yijeong would often come in unannounced for impromptu jamming sessions. Hajoon would drop by to cuddle Woolfie. You get the drift.
But the most Yoongi had done, in all their years of knowing each other, was call and ask if he was down for a drink and/or meal. If it was regarding work, a .wav file over chat. Never has he barged into his house, unannounced. What are the odds of that happening after 8 years of knowing one another? Thrice within 14 days? Sammy wondered.
The first time did indeed take him by surprise.
Sammy was getting out of the gym in his building and heading towards the elevators to climb back to his apartment. He had promised Y/N some of his signature japchae for dinner. She had been nagging him for it ever since she arrived in Seoul. The previous night at Hajoon’s place, he pinky swore that he would make it for dinner the next day. He was ordering all the ingredients he’d need to fulfill that promise. It was as he was going to add spinach to the cart that Yoongi’s caller ID floated on his screen.
“Hel-”
“Are you at home now?”
“Uh-yeah, wh-”
“Okay”
And the line disconnected.
Sammy had intended to call Yoongi back. But by the time, he got back to the apartment and freshened up, he heard the buzz of his doorbell. Expecting his grocery deliveries, Sammy was disappointed to find someone else at the door.
He was more surprised when he realised that someone was Yoongi, with the straps of a tan corduroy tote bag clutched in one of his hands. The two men stared at each other for a few quiet moments - one in confusion, the other in fluster. Meanwhile, Sammy’s groceries arrived and since they were at the door already, the two friends quickly emptied the items and returned the bag to the delivery person.
Once the door was shut, Yoongi held up the bag, saying, “I had some leftover food.”
Sammy nodded. Yoongi had made him food at times when he was sick, and even when he had locked himself in his apartment save the daily hour-long walks with Woolfie to finish his first solo album. This was not a new thing. And even then, the rapper did not announce “I made this for you.” It was always variations of “I made too much,” “I don’t want this anymore,” or sometimes just quietly shoved into the arms, without any explanations.
But what he wondered was why now. He was neither sick nor stressed. They did not even have an ongoing argument that needed to be smoothed over with pensive bribery or a crony bet that required settlement.
“What’d you make?” he asked, carrying the meat that arrived in the delivery alongside a few other boxes to the kitchen.
Yoongi followed with the remaining items in his arms and placed them all, including the bag he was carrying, on the granite-top kitchen island. “Just threw some stuff together,” he lied comfortably. Nobody had to know that he went shopping that noon and handpicked the ribeye fillets among other things.
Sammy smirked at the very vague and characteristically predictable response. “Want some beer?” He saw Yoongi’s head nodding in his peripheral vision as he dived into the fridge to fish out a couple of beer cans.
Stood across from each other, at the kitchen island, the two opened and tipped their cans in silence and took a swig each when Yoongi’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked the caller ID and gestured to Sammy that he would take the call, who nodded back in acknowledgement.
Yoongi walked out of the kitchen with the beer in one hand and his phone held up to the ear in the other.
Sammy was making a mental checklist of the things he needed to soak, wash, peel etc. and in what order as he glanced over the ingredients laid out on the countertop in front of him. When his eyes fell on the tan corduroy bag placed there, curiosity caught up. He dragged it towards himself and brought out the casserole inside it. It was heavier than he anticipated.
He opened the lid to reveal a piping-hot pot full of japchae. His confused frown gave way to a knowing smirk within a couple of seconds when he joined the dots. He closed the lid and continued sipping on his beer as he checked the time on his phone and walked out into his living room.
Y/N will be home soon and things will get interesting, he thought.
Just as he plopped himself on the sofa and turned the TV on, Yoongi, who was perched up against one of the bookshelves, finished his call, shoved his phone in his back pocket and joined his friend.
By now, Woolfie had woken up from his evening nap and strolled out. He wagged his tail and shoved his snoot up Yoongi’s crotch, as he usually does, earning coos and cuddles from the man.
Sammy patted his dog on the back a couple of times from beside his friend, resulting in Woolfie withdrawing from the aforementioned crotch and sitting down in front of the couch, like the goodest (we know it is a valid superlative adjective for all dogs) ever boy that he was. Yoongi chuckled and continued showering pets on the husky till he heard his friend’s almost prosaic statement, made apparently to no one in particular.
“Y/N loves japchae.”
Yoongi tried his best to not react to the statement. He took another swig of his beer attempting to appear nonchalant. But chalant, he was. Of course, he knew Y/N loved japchae. She lamented missing the dish and reprimanded Sammy for a good part of two minutes the previous night for not making it. When Hobi suggested ordering the dish, she rejected the idea claiming she wanted the kind with slightly burnt garlic, the one that Sammy made once by mistake and has since and will forever have to make it that way for this adorable little friend of his.
However, Sammy would never describe Y/N as adorable or little. He would choose something along the lines of tenacious and talkative. Adorable and little were Yoongi’s interjections as he observed the japchae exchange unfold. Adorable because everything about Y/N seemed to warm his heart at that time - her voice, her hand gestures, her face, her anecdotes. And little because he often found himself wishing, throughout the night, to hold her close and safe, near him, like a little flower.
That morning, when they were leaving Hajoon's place, Yoongi remembered the smile she had as she waved her goodbyes. At one point, her eyes landed on him, and she said a simple, “See you around.”
He managed to smile back and nod in acknowledgement. He wished to no one in particular that the around would come sooner than later. Then his eyes fell on the jacket that was draped across her forearm. His jacket. His smile faded and anxiety crept back in.
Yoongi had attempted about twice through the night to will himself into owning up as the owner of the jacket. But he failed. Sometimes he drowned in her eyes, or the curve of her smile. At other times, his will just wasn't strong enough to face the mountain of curses and rebuttals he'd heard about his perceived self, or rather of his absence.
As he saw her drive away with Sammy, he decided what to do. He will cook one of her favourite dishes, directly own up for his fuckery and apologise, no conditions applied. Simple enough plan, one-third of which he seemed to have completed successfully. With his friend's single comment though, all his resolve started to fall apart.
This was too forward, wasn't it? Is he encroaching? In a space where he doesn't belong? Is he making this too easy? Too hard to deal with?
Sammy saw in glee as the top of his friend’s ears and cheeks turned a bashful red. He stopped at a channel playing “Tease Me” by Seo Inguk and paused.
Yoongi gulped down the last bit of beer in that can, crushed the sides a little and cleared his throat. “Everyone loves japchae. It is easy to make.”
“Is that why you made it?”
Yoongi turned to look at his friend and looked into his eyes. Fucker had caught on, had he not? He cursed internally but held his gaze, unfaltering.
“Yes.”
Sammy let out a laugh and did not implore more. If he teased some more, there may be actual smoke coming out of the poor man’s ears.
Before Yoongi could act annoyed about being inflicted with stupid, pointless questions, their attention was drawn by Woolfie’s gentle growling. The dog jumped up on all fours and pattered towards the front door of the duplex, wagging his tail.
Familiar enough action for Sammy, he continued surfing channels without reacting but glanced over at Yoongi ever so often.
Confused by the dog’s sudden departure, his face had a frown in the beginning which smoothened out and gave way to his mouth hanging open ever so slightly when he heard a familiar cooing voice.
Yoongi was not surprised by Y/N’s arrival, he was of course expecting it. He was however not ready for his heart to beat that fast at only her voice, even when sober. For some inexplicable reason, he stood up from the sofa.
He heard Y/N’s giggles from the corridor and when he finally saw her, he regretted standing up because he could feel his heels faltering a bit.
Y/N was half carrying, half dragging the 50-something pound Siberian Husky and muttering phrases like “Yes I missed you too bubba.” “Aww my little baby.” “I know I know.” “I love you so much.” into his fur, which was peppered by pleased grumbles and breathy sighs from the dog. He was quite happy having resigned his weight over to one of his favourite humans, not minding one bit for having his hind feet dragged leisurely across the carpeted floor because she was gone for a tad bit longer than he would have preferred. Fines would have to be paid.
Sammy’s anticipation was killing him but the sight of his child with one of his best friends endeared him a lot more. Grinning at the duo, he clicked a couple of pictures and walked towards one of the shelves.
“Come on big boy, time for your walk,” he called out as he picked out one of Woolfie’s favourite leads. The boy, snapping out of his baby mode, whoofed and ran towards his dad in earnest, earning a giggle from all the adults in the room.
Y/N could place all but one of those sounds. One from her, unmistakable. One from Sammy, who had managed to hook the lead on. She turned to see the source of the third giggle, whose face had now frozen into a taut smile.
Sammy’s voice emerged before the other two people could say anything. “Yoongi, Y/N. Y/N, Yoongi. Y’all remember each other right? From a few hours ago?”
“Yes, of course, hi,” Y/N said.
“Hi,” Yoongi whispered back.
Sammy stopped near the turn of the corridor and said, “Yoongi bought us japchae. He made too much.”
And with that he walked out of the door, laughing once he was out of earshot.
What he left behind was a red Yoongi, warm to the touch. The last thing he heard was, “Oh thank you so much! Hope you are staying for dinner.”
Sammy does not yet know the details of what transpired in the 35 minutes that he was gone. He apologised to Woolfie for cutting their walk short but his curiosity would not allow him to not observe the progress of what could become a legendary love story further down the line. He would even volunteer to write the foreward if a book was ever written on the matter.
Was he building castles in the air? Yes. But was it unfounded? No. Even with the japchae out of the equation, he saw his 33-year-old friend fluster like a teenager with a crush. He also had to stomach about 1:40 minutes of “Oh I thought he was haughty at first but he’s quite a good listener. Helps that he is cute,” from when they started driving back from Hajoon’s place, till Y/N left for work that morning. He liked to believe that he was a realist, but what is life really without the dystopian fantasies of romance we build in our silly little heads?
He had come back to the pair of his friends in the kitchen - Y/N straining out some noodles and adding them to a pan of sauce and Yoongi chopping spring onions, with Ash perched upon his shoulder, observing his skills like a diligent invigilator.
The tail end of the conversation that Sammy managed to catch was - “That is probably a smoother blend, but the aftertaste of Glenfiddich sits better with me,” Y/N said, to which Yoongi replied, “I agree. But you have to try Bowmore once. I might have a bit of the 15-year-old left, I can bring it over next time.”
Which had offered a very flexible segway to the second visit that Yoongi made to Sammy’s place. Sunday night. As Y/N and Sammy were watching the match highlights of an earlier Arsenal vs Liverpool game, the bell rang.
Sammy was less surprised this time when he buzzed Yoongi in. He held up an unopened bottle of Bowmore 15 Scotch Whiskey this time instead of a tote bag. He walked in to see Y/N scream at the TV with half a chicken wing pointed at it with some of it still in her mouth, muffling the expletives.
When she saw Yoongi, she smiled a wide smile to greet him. He smiled back but when he saw the packets of chicken and beer cans strewn around, felt immediately like he was intruding. Intruding into quality time between two people. All because he could not stop thinking about one of these two people at all, and had also not mustered enough courage to exchange numbers with. He admonished himself internally endlessly for everything in the next couple of seconds of silence where he thought of what he could say.
He settled on, “I-uh told you about this,” held the bottle up again, “Thought I would drop it by.” He went up and placed the bottle on the lounge table.
“Are you not staying?” the question was immediate. Innocent enough but filled with a slight tone of disappointment that tugged at his heart.
“Yeah, what the fuck dude. You gotta have at least a couple of drinks with us.” Sammy patted him across the back. That encouraged him.
“Yeah. It’s only going to be fun when you have someone else who also enjoys and understands scotch,” Y/N said, ignoring the hurt Sammy displayed at the slight jab, adding, “Stay for a bit if you have nothing else lined up.” That convinced him.
“I did not mean to interrupt anything,” he said half matter-of-factly, half apologetically.
“We are eating fried chicken and watching a week-old football match. Trust me, you’re adding life to the party,” Y/N said as she scooted over to allow Yoongi enough space to sit by the lounge table, facing the TV.
Yoongi blushed and could feel his ears heat up as he sat down beside her. Y/N did not notice it but Sammy did. “It is true though, Sammy does not really enjoy anything other than a beer.”
“Well, fuck me that I like for my tongue to not burn out of existence,” Sammy grumbled as he brought over three glasses and ice.
A little more than half the bottle was finished that night between Y/N and Yoongi, who bonded quite seamlessly over teasing Sammy about giving up after a single peg, scotch in general and discussions over media’s ever-evolving role in influencing a person’s life choices on a day-to-day basis.
Although Sammy would have offered the sofa to Yoongi for the next few hours anyway, he stepped back when Y/N urged Yoongi to not drive back. He also exaggerated how tired he was with a couple of over-the-top yawns, which would have been suspicious if he was amongst sober company. He therefore hurried back to his bedroom and shut the door, allowing his friends the privacy he thought they probably sought.
He was partly right. Yoongi and Y/N had both wished to have met one-on-one but neither had the balls to ask the other first, caught up within webs of self-doubt and anxious ominosity in their heads. Even with Sammy having retired to his room, as they sat alone, only with each other for company, they did not dare go where their mind sometimes wandered to.
There had been occasional hand and shoulder brushes throughout the night that they managed to glance over. With Sammy gone, though, they became hyper-aware of their proximity. Y/N turned to look at Yoongi and when he did the same, they were one head tip away from a kiss. Theoretically.
He tracked as her eyes moved from his own and fell to his lips and then back.
Y/N could feel warmth wash over all her body. She also felt his warm breath sync with hers. His face was flush and his lips luscious, inviting.
She had thought about these lips often in the past few days. Not intentionally, but she caught herself with her mind wandering quite often. Him - his demeanour, his voice and his attitude pulled her in. If she was reading things right, there was an interest she could read as well. If making the japchae was not a loud enough argument for that school of thought, the glances and the smiles surely were. Since Sunday, there have been a tonne of those and the eyes never lie, right?
And those damned eyes. They seemed familiar but at the same time, she found new depths in them each time she focussed on them. She stared at those dark orbs for a while before tracking back down to his lips.
This man was too beautiful for Y/N to hold her sanity. But she had to try. He was who he was in the public eye, but he was also Sammy’s friend.
Sammy is one of the most important pieces in the stained glass panel of her life. And pursuing something like this with one of his friends and industry peers would intermingle things beyond a point of recovery.
She readjusted her posture with an audible sigh.
Yoongi drew in a sharp breath and looked down at his hands fiddling with a coaster on the floor. An apology sitting at the tip of his tongue. But before he could get it out he could hear Y/N say, “We’re drunk, aren’t we?”
He looked up to see a smile on her face. He would call it fond but there was something else in it. However, he could not stop smiling back. He nodded slightly and let out a huff of giggle. For a moment it felt like he was 16 again.
Y/N slapped her thighs and got up. “I will get you some covers,” and by the time Yoongi managed to drag his ass up onto the couch, she was back with a comforter and a throw blanket.
She held the folded items out to him, “‘s all I could find.” He muttered a thank you and when he went to grab them, his left palm grazed over hers, ever so slightly. But it was enough to spark him awake, out of whatever sleepy haze he was in a moment earlier.
He heard Y/N say “sleep well” on her way back to her room. He lay on his back staring at an empty spot on the ceiling, trying to replay images from earlier that evening and the last thought he remembered having was that he had to ask her out. Properly.
Yoongi woke up to a slight pinching sensation on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Ash making biscuits on his pecs. He nuzzled the kitten closer to his face and drifted off again for a couple of minutes before waking up to a strong waft of coffee that Sammy was brewing in the kitchen.
Y/N had left for work already. Yoongi left soon after coffee and a handful of muesli. He expected Sammy to tease him in some manner but was not met with anything other than what their normal mornings post a night-long drinking session sounded like.
Work kept him busy enough for the next couple of days. But not enough for him to completely ignore what he decided to do. Ask her out. Properly.
Which brings us all to today. Wednesday. Almost midnight. Yoongi was a little taken aback to learn Y/N was not in. But that minor flick of a longing he could not put a name to yet, immediately lit a few of his neurons alight and he had to get the beats and melody down before it slipped away.
Sammy, amused as he was, also impressed by the tune, brought out his trustee Fender CD60 to play around with.
Splayed across the living room floor, with a few beer cans, a couple of notebooks, a guitar and a laptop on each of their laps - that is how Y/N found the two men when she came in after her departmental dinner with a few of her university colleagues.
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dainty-fingertips · 2 years
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Okay I have a weird idea, tssm sinister six All fighting for the affection of y/n, who's there to fix their broken tech and be an in house engineer.
I AM A SUCKERRRRRRR FOR THE WHOLE WE-ALL-LIVE-TOGETHER TROPE (thanks to my creepypasta phase in middle school) SO THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOUUUU HEHEHE
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(tumblr gif makers, y'all need to make some tssm sinister 6 gifs fr)
being a resident technician/engineer for the sinister six hcs
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Shocker/Montana would be very... open about his "little" crush on you
"Alright, sugar. I know you're gettin' tired. Why not take a rest with me?" And a wink (bro come on PLEASE)
You laugh at most of his advances because you find them silly and charming, but Montana is internally sobbing
It's very funny to listen to him get interrupted by whoever is within earshot because they all wish they had his confidence but none of them want to be like him
Sandman/Flink Marko is most frequently the one to run in and yell at him
"Hey, cowboy! Leave da girl alone!" and he'd bonk him over the head
and then he would immediately start asking if he could help
he is only polite when it comes to you
"you uhhh... want me ta hold that for ya?"
"Oh, sure. Thanks, Flint!"
sobbing cryig PLEASE HE JUST WANTS TO HOLD YOUR HAND
along with doing suit upgrades and repairs, you also work around the base repairing electronics and other unspecified repairables
very often, Rhino/Alex O'Hirn will struggle with the smaller things like microwave settings and computer keyboards and cellphones and tv remotes an
he asks for help a lot exclusively from you (he is very obvious)
he probably breaks things just to go talk to you because he doesn't know how to properly strike up a convo with this person he has such a crush on
"..........Yn? I think da remote's gooked up again..........."
"[sigh] bring it here, Alex."
Electro/Max Dillon is where things get a little funny, though
he is a being of pure electricity, he has no real 'physical form'
(eighth grade me had a fat crush on tssm electro dhmu)
but wearing the insulator suit, he's able to actually participate in day-to-day activities
like dropping hints to his oblivious electrician
I like to think they spend a bit of time together because, yk,,, electro
and through all of these, he always admires her whenever she patches up something after he accidentally shorts it out
she's never upset with him, but she's firm enough to be respected
"I'll wear the gloves next time, I'm sorry. I'd rather have you on my hands, though. ;)"
"I won't always be here to help you make food! Why depend on me??"
"wait what"
he literally is completely and totally smitten I'm sorry but this man wants nothing more than to give you a kiss
it's very difficult to, however (for obvious reasons) and so he lives in constant torment
Vulture/Adrian Toomes would quickly come in and laugh at him for blowing up the microwave
"Now, dear, don't waste your time with this dolt. I require your help."
",,,,,,let me order a replacement and I'll be right there, doctor"
I think he began to have a crush on you when he realized you actually respected him
Otto is the only one that treats him like an actual retired doctor, but now this charming young lady does too?
You make him feel so young <:) your positivity is quick to spread to this grumpy old man
You often are asked to help Doc Ock/Otto Octavius with work on his actuators
You're no nuclear scientist, but he's always happy to explain to you anything you ask him about
You have been taught things by him that have never left the walls of MIT before (knowledge is power)
"Initially, these were created for the handling of radioactive materials from a safe distance. They've proven useful for many other things as well. Like felonies."
"Though I can't condone, I understand."
He LOOOOVES how respectful and kind you are
ong mans has been starved of that for like 20 years
you remind him of his humanity
He literally will just grab you with the actuators and pull you to his lab if you aren't working
no one else says a word he is the one lawmaker in his house
they all literally know the rest of them like you too but I'm getting like sitcom vibes from this and I am obsessed with it
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khaleesiofalicante · 11 months
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Okay here is a thought. In IALS, Max and David become very famous through the show right? I mean the first lady watched it. So, Bella Hadid probably knows about Max's crush right? I can see her being asked in an interview about her opinion on it. And she would be like, well he is gorgeous, because come on it's Max Lightwood-Bane, who can resist right? I can just see Max fangirling over this. I can see him teasing David about this. I can just see David rolling his eyes and being like, well you can always go for it. I can see Max being like nah, even Bella Hadid can't be you babe. I can see David falling even harder. Just fluff, fluff, fluff. How do you think that would go??
*rolls up sleeves* okay let me set the scene. this happens after Mexico and somewhere in between South Africa.
it starts with Bella Hadid and the interview where someone asks her about it and she agrees to finding Max attractive and says he should DM her if he is interested (And yes Max does send the clip to literally everyone he knows. David is not amused)
And then like a while later the two of them meet at some event. Like a White House Correspondents' dinner or whatever. And someone posts this picture and #Mella starts trending.
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And of course it's just a random exchange where Max gets a flower and he gives it to her instead (because he is a gentleman like that) and maybe he gives her his jacket because she gets cold hehehe anyway everyone starts freaking out because they know Max isn't dating anyone (even though he is secretly dating David)
And it doesn't help that Lance likes a tweet that says 'bella hadid is #stepmomgoals'.
Anyhoooo, enter Jelly David. He is not happy about this shit at all. He is all 'why can't she get her own flowers' and 'why are you staring at her legs like that' and 'did you get your jacket back yet?'.
And Max is having the time of his life.
anyway both Max and Lance have a lot of fun with this thing but Max eventually gives up (much to Lance's disappointment) because David has been pouting for too long.
I can see Max reassuring David and saying 'it was just a rose. anyone can get a rose from me. but only special people get white lillies' and David being 'awwwww take that bella hadid'
the end :)
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lumiereandcogsworth · 10 months
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Alsoooo!!
Renée/Max
Juliette/Sebastian
Maurice/Eloise
Renée/Max
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ough. he was hired to be her bodyguard…. they found each other so annoying at first… it’s just a job to him…. she can’t Stand him… BUT WHEN DID PROTECTING HER BECOME LESS ABOUT WORK AND MORE ABOUT LOVE?!?! HUH????!? idk. i don’t really have everything figured out but i love their drama. i also love their over a foot of height difference. that’s so important to me.
Juliette/Sebastian
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childhood best friends to lovers….. my soft darlings…. they’ve always loved each other…. it was always going to be them…. it could only ever BE them…. oh my gosh…. they’re so soft i can’t even stand it
Maurice/Eloise
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i definitely know the Least about their love story, but that’s because maurice is the baby of the family so he ages slowest in my head. i HAVE thought about them being married with kiddos but i just think about it all less than his sisters’ love stories. ANYWAY. maurice is a chaotic idiot who loves harder than anyone and eloise is a loner girl who generally likes animals more than people but UGH she just HAD to fall for the flirty prince that literally every maiden in the country has a crush on. of course 🙄
HEHEHE thank you <3 i never talk about the kiddos’ love stories here!!!!! EEEEE!!! there’s still so much to be done but i do adore them all so much <3
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shiki-stars · 3 months
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Sailor Moon - Thoughts (S01EP23-EP27)
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01-12 . 13-22 . 23-27 . 28-46
spoilers! regarding| nephrite's downfall
I think I'll try to do make and post these daily... instead of finishing a whole season because then it ends up being a lot I have to talk about at once.
This one is mostly justs random comments about whatever.
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Jan. 3
Is it just me or did they start amping up Rei's "aggressiveness"? Mainly getting very impatient and always trying to jump the gun with missions.
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Usagi telling Naru to not have a crush on Nephrite anymore then immediately dips had me tweaking. Girl please, offer Naru more emotional support.
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Usagi wishing upon a shooting star for Nephrite to "not be a bad guy" like GURL. Wish for your friend to wake up from being delulu and GET A GRIP.
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"Nephtire, stop doing eveil deeds. Naru believes in you." NO?????? WRONG WAY TO GO ABOUT THIS???
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"Sometimes, a girl can't stop loving, even if she knows better. She'll find a love she wants to believe in, no matter how painful it is. A girl always wants to believe that love conquers all." This would be such a good quote IF IT WASN'T TALKING ABOUT A 14 YEAR OLD AND THIS GROWN ASS MAN.
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LET'S GO PLANT GIRLS FUCK HIM UPPPPP.
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Funny green blood. Can't tell if that's censorship or his actual blood color. The thing is, after this scene I paused and went on a ramble about whether of not the Shitennou were humans or monsters. I'll just. I'll just show the screenshot but keep in mind everything I say was a scrunch of words that I was flushing out of my head.
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"You're really mean, trying to interfere with two people in love!" EEUURURUGHGHE DON'T SAY THAT.
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Rei and Ami each have their own catchphrases now!!! Rei for sure, but I can't tell if that's actually Ami's catchphrase or just... a sentence.
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Nephrite's hand is as big as Naru's face do we not see the problem???
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Have to say, I wish they would stop spoiling the next episode with the montage and obvious titles TwT. I have more problems with the montage than the titles because the titles make it easier to find specific episodes, but the montages just spoil. It's obvious once an episode starts, who is important to the story and whatnot, it's easy to tell who's going to become a sailor soldier, but they way they literally spoil it the episode before is just TT.
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ALSO. I'm trying to figure out who's who for the color of the roses in the intro and there's two pinks??? (... Is it supposed to be Usagi and her... I accidentally spoiled myself heheh when searching up something about Usagi.)
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Banana.
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I didn't know the symbol for Jupiter was a "4" so I got real confused when I first saw this. Like Makoto being the fourth sailor soldier so she gets a four on her forehead, why didn't Ami and Rei get "2" and "3" respectively then LMAO.
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What do you mean "good-hearted humans" didn't the guy in the last episode literally chat every arcade place?
Oops I reached max amount of pictures. It's a sign for me to SHUT THE FUCK UP. I ramble and talk about too much stuff that does not matter. Will definitely be changing the way I do these posts.
Last comment: Ami and Ryo are cute. I take back my comment about Ami being a lesbian because this is a genuine healthy relationship.
01-12 . 13-22 . 23-27 . 28-46
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Beige Stars - Divder @/saradika-graphics Purple Hearts - Divider @/cafekitsune Purple Heart Fairy Lights - Divider @/benkeibear
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List of hyperfixations. Bold kinda changed my life in a way tbh.
Fairly OddParents (2nd-4th grade. Unfortunately changed my life. Without FOP I won't be into animation, I won't be an Online person, and I probably won't be a communist bisexual. Damn you Butch Hartman)
Gravity Falls (4th/5th grade... I loved the show! It is still amazing! But not as brainrotting as the next one...)
Invader Zim (4th/5th grade. Henny I watched 3gp of Dark Harvest, Game Slave 2, and the Tak episode DAILY I was on the TRENCHES with IZ)
Rugrats/All Grown Up (5th grade? Idk I'm including this because Chuckie looks like my crush. I was dumb)
Emperor's New Groove (5th/6th grade. I thought Kuzco was hot.)
Monster Inc/University (6th/7th grade. Just kinda love Randall xx I still have a shittily printed M. Inc card of him)
Gorillaz (7th grade. Baby it's been 9 years)
LoveLive! (8th grade. I'm a purist... I only loved u's u_u SIF was soooo fun u guys I'm sad the game is gone :( I had so many URs)
Undertale (8th grade. Tbh I wasn't really on the fandom because they scared me but I did manipulate my friends into playing it...... hehehe.... even created a local LINE fanpage for sometime..... tho it is not popular at all...)
Tintin (9th grade. Oh I often forgot I fixated on this. It was very brief but Haddock is still such a good kid friendly Murdoc I tell ya. Also I kinda borrowed my friend's Tintin book and hasn't returned it because we lost communication :( I'm so sorry...)
Neon Genesis Evangelion (10th grade. Saw clip of Asuka episode 22 breakdown and it changed the trajectory of my life)
Motorcity (10th grade. YOO MONKE BAND ARTSTYLE. Also good show in general <3 I am still working on the retrospective guys...)
The Simpsons (11th grade. I liked Smithers : ) got to the fandom when I quit G-fandom over some drama that I was not involved in... yeah there was a lot of infighting during Humanz hiatus. Then Humility arrived and like magnet I am pulled again by 2D's booty shorts... the quitting was like, 2 months max LMAO)
Madoka Magica (2nd year college. Boy, these lesbians literally rearranged my brain chemistry)
Better Call Saul (2nd/3rd year college? Mike Ehrmantraut my meow meow <3 amazing show obviously!! Still debating if it's bold-worthy LIKE BCS is my fav live action show of all time but was it brainrotting enough,,,)
Persona 3 Portable (3rd year college. I am a FEMC truthers sorry... why would I choose the hetero MC (he did not have gay moment with Ryoji in the game, probs will change in Reload but meh... no gay Shinji and Aki I doubt) when you can have intimate moments with the girlies as a lesbian... also Shinji <3 lord his social link destroyed me)
Disco Elysium (4th year college. Oh my God. Have you seen the state of this Tumblr. This game ruined my LIFE I hate you Kim Kitsuragi)
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sdr2lovemail · 2 years
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what about a part 2 on the lancer's (and susie's) lesser parent please. susie especially, she worries me and lancer keeps giving me a soul attack every once in a while (everytime he soes something stupid). i simply want platonic relationships 😭
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I love writing familial/platonic fics! They're so fun to write. My favorite trope is exasperated parental figure trying to get their "child" to not do something stupid. Which I wrote here. Also did you know that pinecones are toxic to reptiles?
I hope you enjoy what I wrote!
This is a continuation to this post!
⚔Mod Peko⚔
There’s a book on a coffee table titled “How to Handle Your Darkener Son and Lightener Daughter” (ft Lancer and Susie)
“We must construct the most evil machine to crush the clown heroes! Hohoho.” Lancer was once again sitting atop your shoulders. Susie was walking at your side carrying the plans for the ‘Thrash Your Ass’ machine. She and Lancer were forming their plans to defeat the Fun Gang. And you were there to chaperone too!
“We should be coming up to the forest maze. If we walk through it, we should make it to the castle soon. It is almost your bedtime Lancer...and I think that tree stump salsa made my stomach hurt.” A groan can be heard from the boy. “Come on, we've been out all day. To properly crush Lighteners bad guys need their rest. And I’m sure Susie needs to go home soon.”
“Psh! Nah. This is way more fun than anything back in Hometown. And It’s not like my parents care when I get back.”
“See my Dark Knight! Susie gets it. Anyone that’s so purple and scary is probably right!” With a sigh you continue on your way to the forest. “Oh right! Before we get there we must build the machine that the Lighteners made. Poor, poor clowns! They built right into their own doom. Hohohoho!”
“Uhm… Susie? Lancer? Do either of you know how to build mechs?” Your question was responded to with silence. You weren’t very well versed with building robots that ‘thrashed’, but if it would make them happy you’d try your best.
Suddenly, Susie stops walking and seems to be looking at something. Taking notice you stop and walk back over to her. Directing your gaze to where she was looking, you see a pinecone on the ground. You’re confused. Susie begins to snicker and looks back at you and Lancer. “Wouldn’t it be cool if I ate that? Hehe.”
“YEAH!”
“NO!”
The purple girl reaches down to pick up the pinecone. You’re trying to reason with her to put it down. You set Lancer onto the ground and walk over to her. You even offer her one of your finest treats from the bake sale. But Lancer’s shouts of “Eat that pinecone! Eat that pinecone!” seems to be all the encouragement she needs. In one bite she shoves the whole seed bunch into her mouth.
“Wow Susie, that was so brave of you! You’re way tougher than those heroes!”
“Lancer please don’t encourage her…!” You felt like an exasperated single parent whose children were running rampant in a shop. But you still cared deeply for your temporarily adopted children.
“Hehehe! I knew that pinecone was no match for...Violent...Axe Susie…” She then clutches her stomach. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Susie then dashes behind a bush to retch up her stomach contents.
Rushing up to her, you hold her hair back and begin to soothingly rub her back. “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten that! Maybe I have a spell that could help soothe your stomach.” Seeing as you have enough TP, you cast “Dark Healing!” All your allies' health stats were maxed out! And with that Susie gets up like nothing happened.
“Yeah thanks...But my body totally could’ve done that on its own.” Susie looked pretty embarrassed.
“No problem Susie! But remember it’s not good to eat things you find on the ground...or in a tree stump. Now come on, we're almost to the maze.” You say as you make your way through the forest, Lancer and Susie following close behind.
Soon the Fun Gang found themselves at the beginning of the forest maze. There they see Lancer and Susie reclining on some chairs. You were standing at their sides fanning them. You didn’t want those poor Rudinns to be put to work like that.
After conversing with the Heroes the three of you make your way into the maze. At some point you and Lancer separate from Susie. And after about two dead ends you realize that Lancer is lost and confused. He even makes sure to state it! You scoop the round boy into your arms and begin to walk the correct path. You then see the purple girl looking at three walkways, confused.
“Susie there you are! I was getting so worried about you. The Fun Gang will catch up with us soon...How about you ride on my back?” Susie looked almost offended that you would even offer her such a thing. But the offended look turned into one of thought.
“...I have always wondered what it was like to get a piggy back ride from your parents…”
“What was that?”
“N-NOTHING! And uh...I’ve decided to take you up on your offer.” She then lets out a fake cough. “....You know I gotta conserve energy if we wanna properly crush those losers.”
You set Lancer down and unequip your cape. You wouldn’t want the smooth silk to cause Susie to slip off. Once Susie was situated on your back, you picked Lancer back up and began to walk through the rest of the maze.
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lemonade-of-gods · 2 years
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For the Do I Ship It:
Lan An/Baoshan SanRen
Pei Ming/Shi Wudu and/or Pei Ming/Yushi Huan
Sorry it's a lot lol
PLEASE MY ASKBOX IS SO DRY I AM OPEN TO ALL PAIRINGS HEHEHE
1. Lan An/Baoshan Sanren
(I have never seen any stuff about these two so this was actually nice to get hehe)
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You know I've always imagined Lan An's s/o to be an arsonist or some shit (has to be a notorious troublemaker okay) and even though we know practically nothing about Baoshan Sanren, whose to say that she wasn't one? (Cangse Sanren, Xiao Xingchen... need I say more?)
... buuuuut my hc is that Lan An's s/o died and Baoshan Sanren definitely isn't so there's that little snag ehhhhh
That doesn't mean I'm not willing to read fics about it ehehehe
2. Pei Ming/Shi Wudu
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This is like a "if it's there I will read, if it's not there I'll still read" pairing because unfortunately the otp I want is still a rarepair rip
(Also Shi Wudu doesn't sound much like Pei Ming's type, which of course makes me lead you to this...)
3. Pei Ming/Yushi Huang
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LISTEN LISTEN IT IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER TO IMAGINE PEI MING HAVING HIS EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER THE ONE GIRL WHO SAVED HIS ASS THAT IS HIS TYPE
And absolutely based for Yushi Huang to have a taste for ethical whores, Pei Ming ultra max pro sexy
I hc that they skirt around the topic because Pei Ming has no idea how to approach his once enemy now crush while Yushi Huang hides behind her schedule in embarrassment until shippers on deck Hualian get fed up and engineer a plan to get them together ehehehe
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completeotometrash · 3 years
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Stressed Out (Ikesen Kenshin)
@nad-zeta asked: Hi hi love! Eeeeep! Its been a while since ive spammed ya box🥺🥺���❤ hehehe! I see your requests are open so i just had to jump! Low key been feeling super down lately and crushed by all the work that needs to get done....... so here i am to ask for some fluff and bunnies to ease the soul❤❤❤❤❤ hehehe could i pretty please request a mc x kenshin comfort fic🥺🥺🥺 lol one where mc has been over working to the max and needs a little break❤❤😳🥺🥺 hehehe if ya need anymore detail or inspiration feel free to dm me😳😳☺☺
Love ya lots! Sending hugs!❤
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Ah, Zeta! I love seeing you in my askbox so much <3<3<3. You’re the cutest. I hope you are doing ok??? You better not work yourself too hard or I’ll come over there and suffocate you with my love. D: Or perhaps I will anyways, it’s quite tempting.
Anyways, this came much softer then I intended. But I must say, I’m quite happy with it ^^. Bunny boy fluff onw~!
Word count: 1.4/5k
TW: None
Reader has she/her pronouns
Tired.
Kenshin had noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the way she began tying up her hair more instead of combing it, not changing as often. He watched as the smile on her face changed to only a meek grin, how the light in her eyes seemed to crease. Her energy was draining on the daily, her bones seemingly heavy like weights by the way she walks. He looks outside, watching as the sun begins to descend from the horizon.
To tell the truth, she had not been feeling like herself lately. There was so much to do after she properly moved to Kasugama. She had become more well-known and offered to complete more sewing commissions. It seemed as if there was never any time, and if there was, it would quickly slip from her fingers. She would find herself not wanting to get out of bed in the mornings, let alone put on a fake smile for other’s pleasure. Her eyes skim across the velvety fabric in her hands, dropping it with a defeated grunt.
Setting her needle to the side, she rubs her forehead, dragging her hand down to rub her eyes. The weight of everything was beginning to crush her, it was suffocating. She was slowly losing the passion and inspiration she once felt when making clothing. Trying to find the fun in something when it becomes overwhelmingly urgent is nearly impossible.
She had not even noticed the sound of the door opening behind her, or the footsteps that followed. Shakily she inhales, head drooping downward. Her throat is dry, her hands began to shake from the tension in them. Everything had begun to crumble out of control.
When a strong pair of arms wrap around her shoulders, she gasps with surprise. Her heart races in her chest, threatening to explode. A familiar hand traces her arm gently, bringing her a slight sense of relief. Hot breath tickles the sensitive skin on her neck, lips pressing there.
“You need a break. The sun is coming down and you’ve been working since this morning.”
Kenshin’s voice is sultry, deep. It holds so much intensity that she almost melts into her chair. She wants to lean into his touch, let him take her away so that she never sees a needle again. But her actions differ from her thoughts. Straightening her posture, she cringes at an error she notices she made in her stitching. “I will later, I messed up here; the thread will be visible when wearing if I don’t fix it.”
She can feel his glare even without seeing him. His displeasure radiates off his body in an almost radioactive way. “The stitching can be done at another time, come with me.” His command makes her grimace.
“But it can’t… I promised that it would be done by tomorrow and they’re paying me for it. If I cancel now, what does that say about me as a person? I want them to buy my clothes more in the future, they are nice people. I only need a few more hours and I’ll be finished.” She lifts her needle yet again, pulling out her previous stitches from before. She had previously decided that she wanted to start making money for herself instead of just lending some off of Kenshin is she would be living in the Sengoku.
Standing up straight himself, he turns and looks around the room. Multiple different kimonos hang around them, each made by her with high amounts of precision and skill. It had been so long since they’d been intimate with one another, this was the most he’d even talked to her all day. He kneels at her side, paying attention to her hands.
He of all people knows what it’s like to consume yourself with something. For many years, his entire life was revolved around war and training. Nothing else mattered to him. At the time it seemed ideal, but looking back at it, he knows it was all just pure misery. An unhealthy way he chose to cope.
The woman he loves needs help- it became clear to Kenshin that it was his turn to do so.
He takes her palm in his own, clasping it gently with his calloused fingers. He notices how red hers have become. He rubs them gently, and she doesn’t stop him. She feels as if she cannot, for, the relaxation that encases her body is too much to deny.
She’s missed his touch; it’s been far too long.
Without saying anything, he takes the things from her lap, setting it to the side. She cranes her neck around in circles, closing her eyes. In an instant, strong arms are reaching out from under her, lifting and pulling her against his chest. She feels a tinge of guilt for giving in, but the ever-growing exhaustion triumphs all. She wraps her arms around his neck loosely, letting him take her away.
He sets her down in a chair, and she can hear him begin to pour water into a tub. Her eyes open and watch. “Oh, Kenshin, you don’t have to-”
“I want to.”
Her eyes begin to water as he helps her slip out of her clothes. She gets in the tub, letting the water sooth her tense muscles. Kenshin joins her shortly after, pulling her close to him. They sit there in silence for a while, he washes her thoroughly, wiping away all the stress he can. His hands soothingly glide against her neck, back, and anywhere else he senses even the slightest discomfort.
And finally, she presses a kiss to her temple, resting his head against her shoulder. “What’s been going on?” His question is clear, voice deep as he whispers in her ear. She didn’t know how, but it was as if everything began pouring out of her in that moment. She could feel the hot tears stream down her cheeks, ones he wiped away with the gentlest of touches known to man as she began to explain everything.
She told him about the pressure she feels and the guilt that lingers when she thinks of disappointing everyone. How she’s started to become repulsed by the thought of sewing, and that waking up and getting out of bed has become a difficult task. At one point, her gentle cries became full on sobs, her body shaking more and more.
Kenshin only pulls her close, listening to everything she needed to say before speaking himself.
“I love you with all of my heart, ___. I’d die for you. I need you to know that you do not need to work yourself so hard to make yourself useful. You are perfect, and if anyone ever makes you feel any different, then I will need their name so that I can kill them.” The seriousness in his last statement makes her shiver.
He continues, “Please do not overwork yourself. We will get through this, together. I don’t want you being so stressed out. You deserve a break, and to never feel this way again.” Kenshin takes her chin in his hand, “I am amazed with how strong of a woman you are. You are so strong, for that matter, that you make me stronger. I want to do the same in return.”
 She is truly left speechless. Kenshin was never the verbally affectionate type- or the best with words at all, for that matter. And yet, here he is, speaking from his heart. She turns around properly, looking into his eyes. They seep with love and intensity, boring into her soul. He adores her with his entire being, as he always will. The look alone stirs a warm feeling in her chest.
His tender lips crash into her own, pressing the softest of kisses there. Her mind goes blank as she hugs him tightly.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
Being lifted back to their shared bedroom, he lays her onto the futon, pushing her hair out of her face. She smiles, but this time, it’s genuine. Her mind and body feel light again, she feels as if she is unstoppable. Although, she becomes slightly confused when he walks to the other side of the room, opening the door to the garden.
Suddenly, a large flash of white, black, and brown fills her vision. Balls of fluff topple onto her freshly cleaned body. Little noses tickle her sensitive skin, a fit of giggles escaping her lips. All the small furry companions only seem to be spurred on by this, laying on top of her like a warm blanket.
Kenshin can only bring himself to smile at the scene, watching her burst into yet another hysterical fit of laughter. He decides in that moment that there is absolutely nothing better than seeing her smile, and regardless of what it would take, he would always seek to find it.
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ashxketchum · 3 years
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1. What do you think would be Hilary's parents reaction when they know TyHil's relationship? Like let's suppose they're dating. Hilary's got to say them one day... right? How'd she say? Or would they find out on their own? And their reaction?
2. Wedding day headcanons for TyHil. What are yours? Just at least a few.
Thank you for this ask Simy, I don't have a fixed writing schedule this gives me a chance to just randomly talk about my OTP hehehe 😬
1. Since I have like a billion different AUs settings for TyHil, the parents' reaction varies in every one of them so I'll just share the most common one for now. Firstly, I have a pretty extensive background for both of Hilary's parents, her dad is called Tsuyoshi Tachibana and her mother is called Emma (half-British) and they meet when Tsuyoshi is studying in the UK. Emma has Hilary when she's around 19-20 years old and isn't married to Tsuyoshi, so her parents are not happy with this turn of events and they kinda shun her from their family so Emma and Tsuyoshi move back to Japan to his hometown. Usually when I'm following this back story, Tsuyoshi is pretty open to the idea of Hilary dating and is very friendly with Tyson, he's kinda childish too so they get along very well. Since Emma's parents dislike Tsuyoshi so much, he's adamant on not following in their footsteps and always attempts to have a good relationship with Tyson. Hilary is very close to Emma, so she's pretty much aware about Hilary's crush since the beginning and is always helping her or supporting her through it. She's fond of Tyson too, since she knows Tyson lost his mother when he was very young, so she dotes on him a lot (like Grandpa with Hilary hehe). Overall both their families are pretty receptive and accepting of their relationship, since they can see how much the two care about each other and how long they've been friends → best friends → dating for.
And for their reaction when Hilary tells them, it would be something along the lines of "Finally!" or "it took you guys long enough!". Lol, long story short, they're one of the biggest TyHil shippers in my hcs 😂
2. For their wedding, in most of my AUs (cuz it involves a lot of fantasy+action) they don't get to have an official wedding ceremony, and have to jump straight to the living together and raising a family part. But in a slice-of-life-ish AU kinda setting, I imagine they'd get married in the traditional Japanese ceremony or a Beach wedding if they opt for the Christian ceremony, but it would be extremely low-key and family + closest friends affair only. Tyson would definitely tear up a little when he'd see Hilary walk down the aisle, and their parents, Grandpa, Kyouju and Max would be the loudest criers in the audience 😆
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i finallyyyy finished the explanations for my tlb playlistttt so come get yall juice
if you haven’t already seen my first (official) post about this silly little playlist then you are still in luck !!! here is the spotify and the youtube links !!! oh yeah also all of the songs are in chronological order (maybe not by month but definitely by year) because i had to be organized like that sbjhshsjbs
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❥ title
i mean. there isn’t much to explain about it but sbjshbsjhs it’s based on sam’s line “you’re a creature of the night, michael!” of course but i made it plural because this playlist is sort of a. general boys / movie playlist, if that makes sense??? but yeahhhh they’re all littol creechers who love the night >:o]
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❥ paint it, black — the rolling stones
so !!! i was kind of trying to relate it to the boys vampirism and. love of black clothes sbhsjbshjs but no. similar to the title, they. literally live in darkness because of not being able to go into the sun and because of the few lights in the lair but there’s also a sort of duality where being vampires in an internal darkness??? like. each of the boys takes heavy advantage of the benefits of being undead but i can’t imagine it’s without its faults outside of the lack of sunlight and such. i’m sure there’s a kind of uh. monster complex that follows it, especially with the way outsiders view them, which certainly fits with the song’s vibe of being washed with this sort of sensory overload to color and earning weird looks for it
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❥ riders on the storm — the doors
first of all, there’s a giant ass jim morrison poster in the lair therefore the boys definitely listen to the doors (if not idolize jim) so jot that down. but also !!! it has very Them vibes !!! i think the storm effects definitely relate to boys in how storms create a darkness that is soothing in its own way, and comes on strong, just like the boys’ presence. and. technically they Are killers on the road that Will kill a sweet family sbhjsbshjsb but no most of all the !!! “into this house we’re born // into this world we’re thrown” and !!! the found family that the boys have going. like, if you look at. vampirism as the house they have LITERALLY been born into it and been thrown into a whole new world, depending on each other for comfort and pleasure !!! oh also. they ride motorcycles so they’re also literal riders sbhjsbshjs (fun fact, according to genius lyrics: apparently it was the last song jim recorded before he died a few weeks later 😳)
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❥ love her madly — the doors
whole jim morrison poster and listening to the doors reasoning is sustained. HOWEVER for the rest of reasoning… perhaps it’s more straight up 95060 than anything but sbhsjbsshj the whole woman walking in and out of the audience’s life is very symbolic of michael being in and out with the boys, never really deciding whether he wants to fully join them and straining. all of his relationships with that indecision and sitting on the picket fence (those who sit on the picket fence are impaled by it). although, it could also be partly symbolic of that indecision, as he does find Some charm in the boys’ lifestyle and keeps finding himself drawn back enough to even consider partaking in it. also, if you wanna go the parko route, paul loves marko madly enough to go after the frog bros personally for killing him <3
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❥ walk this way — aerosmith
i am. blanking on how to tie it in other than being on the movie’s soundtrack (yes i avoided it and people are strange until the very end of making the playlist, but one of the evils got me clearly— have always ADORED people are strange though). but. i guess you can make the case that the song is full of innuendos and some scenes, like the feeding scene, are lowkey horny sbsjhbshjsbs and YES it’s the aerosmith version instead of the run dmc one because. i prefer this one and it’s my silly little playlist <3
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❥ the boys are back in town — thin lizzy
technically the boys never Left town but !!! *christopher walken voice* Boys !!! them cast ARE crazy and they’re ALWAYS dressed to kill, ready to spill some blood and pick a fight !!! yeah no it’s just a very fun song that i think really works to. represent their crazy lifestyle and infamy around town due to causing trouble !!! and you can almost say that in this scenario star is the girl who used to dance a lot and slapped the shit out of someone <3 just girlboss moments <3
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❥ xanadu — rush
hehehe… this started as the. desire to add more rush to the playlist for my own amusement but the more times i listen to it, the more i’m like “!!! it actually fits”… like. xanadu here is meant to a sort of utopia that’s long searched for, partly BECAUSE of the promise of immortality which !!! the boys have (unless. harmed in one of the ways at the end of the movie) because of their vampirism. like even if we don’t know the exact reasons they got turned, they all still, mostly indirectly probably, sought out that same principle. And the dining on honeydew and drinking the milk of ‘paradise’ is similar to their thrill-seeking tendencies and general enjoyment of being unable to die, leaving them to enjoy their undead lives to the fullest. not to mention, in [b part 2] (as genius refers to it) there’s talk of many, many years passing and waiting for the world to end, which we know there’s been quite a few years in between the boys getting turned and the movie, as well as i’m sure they sit back and wait on Some apocalypse, if not just to watch the world burn. in writing this, i’ve ALSO realized how it can be considered very Michael; he didn’t exactly seek this life out but he found it and indulged, only to be that “mad immortal man” towards the end of the song
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❥ runnin’ with the devil — van halen
i just van halen is neat sbjshbsjsh and would definitely be something the boys would actually listen to hsjbshjsb i don’t Necessarily think vampires are in any way tied to the devil but. here it’d be more like a metaphor of “taking a walk on the wild side” if you wanna call it that; also, they all truly live their lives like there’s no tomorrow (not that they have to worry about death until the very end), have stolen a lot of things just to get by (probably in life AND death), don’t bode well with the ‘simple’ life (likely including the idea of a nuclear family like max proposed) because of it’s lack of pleasures, and don’t exactly have any “love [that] you’d call real” unless you read into the subtext 
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❥ hot blooded — foreigner
originally this was going to be another joke about the. lowkey horniness of the boys and the movie as a whole but i’ve realized in writing these explanations thus far and rereading the lyrics that it’s. it’s just michael-centric sbshjsbsh sam is “at the mercy of his sex glands” and so is the audience of both the movie and the song sbhsjbshsj like. michael finds himself attracted to star immediately and tries for two secret rendezvouses, with only one working, and. can be said that he also finds a fever running within him when he’s around david and the boys sbhjsbshjs i just 🙈
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❥ renegade — styx
renegade is my favorite styx song so i just said “fuck it” and added it sbshjsbshj but !!! you can say that, again, the boys live their lives on the wild side and. probably commit enough crimes to warrant dozens of sentences, some that would lead to death row (like, ya know, the. manslaughter) but they manage to get away unscathed. And the law man serving as an allegory to all of the people, including the frogs and grandpa, that want them dead for being vampires, with the bounty to be rewarded being the ridding of their trouble from santa carla
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❥ big shot — billy joel
mikey :o) … ok yeah he isn’t the. silver spoon in hand (nose) type but he’s LITERALLY the type to open his mouth and get himself deep in enough shit that a fight breaks out, potentially bloodied his eyes, nose, and/or fists. i don’t have much of an explanation outside of he is a himbo jock who pulled a “i didn’t know how to talk to my crush so i wrote a note telling them to get out of my school” except he said it with his fist instead of his mouth sbjshbshsj
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❥ boys don’t cry — the cure
pretty sure this is one of the ones i stole off of shovel (@/iswearimavamp) sbshjbshjs but i do love this song in a general sense too. in regards to the movie, like. none of the guys. obsess over masculinity or anything— and both david AND michael cry at different points— so that’s not necessarily an issue. but, there *is* still a lot of hurt and stepping on toes in many of the relationships in the film that can be stretched to fit, i would think sbjhsbshjs
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❥ highway to hell — ac/dc
this and back in black were some of the last two i put on here because i. wanted to make an ‘even’ 35 sbsjhsbshjs BUT, like with runnin’ with the devil, it’s about a devilish lack of care for one’s own life or the “status of their soul” and just doing what feels right or like the most fun, no matter if it lands them in hell or not. and !!! “my friends are gonna be there too” fits with the friendship within the boys’ found family and how they’ll all always be together, no matter what !!!
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❥ back in black — ac/dc 
i can’t really think of an explanation that differs from highway to hell so just reread the above sbsjhsbsh
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❥ witch hunt — rush
OK !!! this is the song i’m the MOST excited to explain !!! right off the bat, moving pictures as a whole is an IMMACULATE album, absolutely love it. right so !!! this song literally SOUNDS like it belongs on the movie soundtrack; it has the same overtones and sounds as cry little sister and it’s just !!! and with the title, a witch hunt is BASICALLY what sam + the frogs went on in search of the lose boys, relying on little else but hearsay and catching glimpses at what was happening to michael, “confident that their ways are best” and moving along like a mob of three to get to the bottom of it. “features distorted in the flickering light // faces are twisted and grotesque” is very reminiscent of the faces the lost boys pull when they’re about to attack, and “they say there are strangers who threaten us” is symbolic of them being outsiders/outcasts that make everyone uncomfortable, even if You aren’t going to be their next victim. “the righteous rise with burning eyes” AND “quick to judge, quick to anger // slow to understand // ignorance and prejudice // and fear walk hand in hand” can apply to any number of characters, particularly the mains who are all pitted against each other, the humans fighting for their lives and the vampires fighting for their Right to live, neither taking into consideration the other’s perspective. i just… ADORE this song…
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❥ red barchetta — rush 
this one was mainly just because of the car that grandpa keeps in the barn and both sam and michael’s fascination with it sbhjsbsshj and just to get more rush on here shjsbshjsbsh
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❥ maneater — hall & oates
one of the first songs to hit the playlist !!! because the boys eat people !!! they’re the lean and hungry type that only come out at night !!! they’ll be sitting with you but their eyes are on the door and if you want love from them, you won’t get very far !!! the beauty IS there but there are beasts inside that can rip your world apart !!! they’ll chew you up but also leave you begging for more :o)
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❥ hungry like the wolf — duran duran
the second song to have gone on the playlist !!! the boys are always on the prowl for fresh meat (in both the food AND turning senses) and they come alive while on the hunt, blood no doubt rushing through their veins (assuming it still can) !!! and in the movie, michael is the one they’re after for the turning connotation, all wanting a taste of him for themselves !!!
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❥ subdivisions — rush
this rush song actually went on before the others shbsjsbshj but !!! it still fits just as well (certainly better than red barchetta)… the movie all takes place on the fringes of the city, “in between the bright lights // and the far unlit unknown”, and while it’s not exactly in the suburbs, there’s still little comfort to soothe the restless dreams of youth. there IS a drawing like moths into the city, for both the emersons and the lost boys, which is what ends up bringing all of them together, although it starts are cruising for action just to feel the living night. and just !!! NOBODY fits in !!! if you take the movie title as them being Lost instead of an allusion to peter pan, then you get slapped with thinking about what actually makes them lost and how they don’t conform in any way, shape, or form to just about. anything. and !!! the emersons are new, which immediately puts them at a social disadvantage, but they Also don’t seem too terribly great at making new friends in general so !!! “nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone”!!! 
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❥ abracadabra — steve miller band 
i just love this song for whatever reason. and i think the allusion to magic to very fitting for the hallucinations that david gives michael, putting a sort of magic spell on him if you want to look at it that way. not a lot of silk and satin going gone but plenty of leather and probably some lace in there somewhere ( ;o] ) … also michael DOES heat up like a burnin’ flame whenever his name is called and the situation with the boys just keeps going round and round with no exact end in sight, only the calling of desire 
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❥ separate ways (worlds apart) — journey
you would think i would have more journey on here ??? because i love them ??? but instead i stole this off of shovel too ??? it’s fine. time to be back on the 95060 bullshit sbsjhbsjhs we all know david Really wants michael to join them but. michael is reluctant, so that hesitance sets them worlds apart from each other— as if they weren’t already— and there’s still love between them, or at least the bgeinning sparks of it, even if michael refuses to act on them and only keeps pushing david away 
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❥ cum on feel the noize — quiet riot
just some boys loving to party <3 some boys with evil yet dirty minds, out of time singing, funny faces, and that have a lazy time <3 yeah no this is one they’d rock out to and someone would probably pull a muscle over because it’s just such a banger sbshjsbsjh
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❥ rebel yell — billy idol 
Another stolen off of shovel sbjhsbsjhs also ever since it’s been pointed out to me that david looks like billy idol i’ve just been losing it a little sbhjsbshjs Anyway. they’d definitely idolize him to some degree, even if just for looks, and it certainly fits the way that they. most Definitely let out a rebel yell at the midnight hour if you know what i mean— *taken out by a sniper*
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❥ every breath you take — the police
would to believe to know i took it from shovel (i swear the last three where i say that will be rock you like a hurricane, livin’ on a prayer, and cherry pie sbshjsbsh) BUT !!! the watching every move is yet another. david keeping watch over michael and uh yearning from afar moment, heart aching the longer he’s away and the longer he keeps up this game of not knowing what exactly he wants to do 
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❥ handsome devil — the smiths
ok THIS one was lent to me by ej (@/maybe-strawberry-blue) sbshjbshjsbs and let me tell you. this song (especially when paired with this charming man) is Very homoerotic, aka perfect for this movie shbjsbshjsbs like what got me first was “let me get my hands // on your mammary glands” and just. thinking about trans parko sbhsjbshjs but also in general the. “and i would like to give you // what i think you’re asking for” and “a boy in the bush // is worth two in the hand” and just sbhjsbshjs Everything. fits the ambiguous homoeroticism. And i think the boys would listen to the smiths (will elaborate more in the other smiths song explanation)
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❥ panama — van halen
i Told you all i think van halen is neat sbsjsshjb what can i say. the boys like fast moving vehicles, hard partying, and tender loving sbsjhsbhsj also forgot to mention that i think they’d all be :eyes: about pre-1985 david lee roth and i cannot blame
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❥ rock you like hurricane — scorpions
third to last shovel snatch sbshjsbh Here you can replace any one of the boys with the animals mentioned, as they’re always hungry and need to feed… they come out scratching and ready to win, willing to rock anyone who gets in their way like a hurricane— including with lust, depending on the situation 
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❥ livin’ on a prayer — bon jovi
i actually can’t even manage an explanation for this one either just because of the song’s plot and how greatly it differs the movie plot <3 however it will stay because shovel said one of the boys (i forget which) would listen to it and friendship is more powerful than my small brain <3
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❥ the queen is dead — the smiths
rightttt so here’s the deal, buds and duds. something in my gut just tells me that david would pull a me and. listen to this entire album on repeat, particularly bigmouth strikes again and i know it’s over when in dramatics bshjsbsjh BUT to make a case for the title track itself, breaking into buckingham palce— or really any major building— with only a sponge and rusty wrench would ABSOLUTELY be an endeavor the boys would get up to And they’d all pale (worse than normal) about finding out they’re the descendant of some royal. “oh, has the world changed, or have i changed” and “life is very long, when you’re lonely” is quite fitting of their immortality, which i can only imagine would leave them questioning how the world has evolved and, although they have each other, i’m sure living forever still can get a Little lonely. And they’d certainly celebrate the death of a royal (because anarchy <3). mostly i’ve just been listening to this song on repeat for days sbhjsbshj but, i think it’s the most. generally related to all of the boys, whereas like. cemetry gates would be more solely 95060 
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❥ need you tonight — inxs
my favorite inxs song… technically the 21st century Wasn’t yesterday when the movie came out nor when the song did sbhjsbshjs but there *is* a lot of sweating from desire and aiming to put that passion into use, very blatantly letting everyone know that sbjhsbshjs
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❥ bad medicine — bon jovi
there’s just something so fun about this song… and while listening to it on the drive home, i was thinking about it from a 95060 perspective where. david’s a bit lovesick (hence the love like bad medicine) and the choir of voices in the bg, saying “that’s what you get for falling in love”, would be the other boys knowing he’s gotten himself in over his head over what was supposed to be a minor tease or a small fling (would be a real fun and poppy animatic i think)
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❥ pour some sugar on me — def leppard
legitimately this started as a “haha what about my ‘what if the blood was kool-aid instead’ joke” and then i realized it was. a fair enough fit, especially with the feeding scene. except they’re actual vamps not just video vamps sbjhsbshjs anyway. sugar highs and red hot flames of passion for one another <3
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❥ cherry pie — warrant
ok THIS is the last song i took from shovel and. my reasoning is pretty much the same as pour some sugar on me and. Friendship
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❥ somebody told me — the killers
i wasn’t going to add any modern songs but. i thought it’d be funny if michael had had a girlfriend before leaving phoenix that looked a bit like david sbshjsbshj and then it only just added to angst sbhjsbshj
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❥ you know what they do to guys like us in prison — mcr
i was reminded that vampires will never hurt you exists but. i went with my favorite mcr song instead because. vwnhy is more like ??? a vampire that fears themselves ??? so like. an edward cullen type ??? while ykwtdtgluip is more about the homoeroticism and community ??? i said what i said
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❥ house of wolves — mcr
thank god this is the last song because i’m getting tired sbjshsjshb a little less homoeroticism, a little more general sinning and egotism <3
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anestheticrage · 4 years
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Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜
no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨
dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔
seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎
first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎
anndd, nearly dies immediately. 
well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho. 
get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway
the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕
Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎
speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…
... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh
hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣
>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID
declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi-   and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml
alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)
venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)
get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F   W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️
get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏  defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣
❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~
OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.
Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself. 
#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria
win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩
Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)
that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got: 
✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues
✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer
✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat
✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety
#squadgoals
now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second
This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬
cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨
rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H) 
CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️
   - everyone has like, the shittiest day ever
   - the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church
   - make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨
i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄
NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠
uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊). 
Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:
Help Hatch - IIIIIII
Not Do That - IIIII
What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.
🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥
Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..." 
FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪
anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤
feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇
TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs 
Yours Truly, 
- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘 
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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years
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Jon : *proposes to Damian*
Damian : Oh my god, fuck, yes !
*Later that night*
Jon : *pouring champagne in celebration at the wet bar in the fancy hotel they stay at* 
Damian : *admiring his engagement ring from a tangled mess of bed sheets* 
Jon : Man...I still can’t believe that you actually said Yes. And with such excitement ! *sigh* It feels like just yesterday that we were both thirteen and at each others throats. Though I always had a crush on you back then. Now you’re mine. Forever. And ever. I was thinking we could move to Kansas. You know...away from Gotham. Not a good place to raise a family. Oh, and we are so having a family too, you know that right ?? Gonna give me lots of babies now aren’t ya sweetheart ? Hehehe 😏 I was thinking four...or no wait...five ! Yeah, five sounds about reasonable. Four at the minimum. Seven at the max. We’ll need a big ass house. And I don’t want you working once we’re hitched. I’ll provide. You can stay home with the kids. Now, when it comes to the kids names I was thinking something like Steven. Or how about, Stevenson ?? But I did always like Don for some reason. Oh well, doesn’t matter, we’ll have seven to dish names out to anyway―
Damian : *from the bed behind Jon’s back*
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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years
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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - MAX & RAFE
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“There he is!” Max grabbed Rafael and started running towards the balcony.
It was a Christmas party so there were too many people. All of them too tall and too loud. But it didn’t matter. Max and Rafe were on a mission today – a mission that cannot fail.
The two children zigzagged through the crowded banquet hall and made their way to the balcony – which was empty except for two people.
Max ran straight to the man and hugged his leg tightly. The man was startled for a second but quickly pulled up the boy with one arm.
“What are you doing, you little monkey?” he demanded.
“We need help,” Max said, giggling while hanging off the man’s bicep like a little monkey indeed. “We have a mission.”
The man peered down to notice the other boy, this one much quieter, but his brown eyes carefully observing the surrounding.
“Oh, they are both so cute,” the woman standing next to him cooed. “Who are they?”
“This is my nephew Max,” the man pointed at Max, who grinned at the red haired lady. “I’m not really sure who the other one is.”
“This is Rafe,” Max introduced as the man dropped him to the floor carefully. “I am love him.”
“Hello, Rafe,” the man ruffled the boy’s hair – or tried to. Rafe didn’t much appreciated people messing up his hair. His Bapa spent a lot of time styling it after all.
“This is Uncle Jace,” Max introduced proudly. “And that’s Cwawy. Uncle Jace has a crush on Cwawy.”
Uncle Jace, who had seemed smooth until then choked on his champagne.
The red headed woman peered at him with sudden interest. “Is that right?”
“Max, that was a secret!” Uncle Jace complained. “You are a worse wing man than your dad!���
“Stop blaming the child,” Clary – or Cwawy – laughed. “What can we help you with? Are you hungry? Can you reach the banquet table?”
“We can reach the banquet table,” Rafael replied indignantly.
Well, Rafe might have had to carry Max on his shoulders to reach the cupcakes. But this woman didn’t need to know that.
“What do you need, little man?” Uncle Jace asked. “You okay?”
Max pulled the man down by his jacket. “How to kiss someone?”
“How to what now?” Uncle Jace blinked.
“How do you kiss someone?” Rafael asked, seemingly impatient.
“Why do you want to know?” Clary raised a suspicious eyebrow.
“Aunt Izzy said kissing means you love them,” Max pointed out seriously.
“Well, not always,” Uncle Jace replied.
“Oh no,” Max’s face dropped.
“Well, I mean people can kiss sometimes when they are in love but-”
“Oh yeah!” Max’s face beamed.
“What’s with all the questions?” Jace laughed. “Who are you going to kiss?”
“Not me,” Max giggled. “Dad.”
“Who is your dad going to kiss?” Clary asked curiously.
“My Bapa,” Rafe said proudly.
“Ohhhh,” Jace and Clary said in unison.
“So, how do people kiss?” Rafael asked again.
“Well, you can’t force people to kiss,” Uncle Jace pointed out carefully. “They should kiss only if they want to.”
“Oh?” Max asked.
“Yes, that’s very important,” Uncle Jace nodded seriously.
“Unless they are standing under a mistletoe,” Clary said into her glass.
Uncle Jace looked up at the mistletoe hanging on the threshold and started blushing. “I didn’t mean-That’s not what I-”
“Seems like your Uncle Jace doesn’t want to kiss me,” the lady with the red hair grinned.
“What! I never said tha-”
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the kids jumped up and down.
“But only if you want,” Max pointed out seriously.
Uncle Jace smiled at that. “Just a peck?
Clary smiled back. “Just a peck.”
Uncle Jace gave a quick peck to her lips and drew back. “Oh boy.”
“Are you in love now?” Rafael asked, his eyes hopeful.
“Okaaaay, that’s enough inquiring for one night,” Uncle Jace told the kids, blushing more furiously now. “Off you go, you lil ducklings!”
“Good luck with your mission,” Clary waved at the kids.
Max and Rafe ran back to the main hall. All the other kids were gathered around the tree or sneaking snacks from the dessert table. But their mission was important.
“My Bapa is talking to Uncle Ragnor,” Rafe pointed out.
“Daddy is with Aunt Maia,” Max reported back.
“We need a miss…missli-” Rafael struggled. “We need the thing!”
“Yes!” Max nodded. “Let’s ask Uncle Jace again.”
They ran back to the balcony. But Uncle Jace and the lady were not talking anymore...
“Gross,” Rafe made a face.
“Hehehe,” Max giggled. “Uncle Jace is in loooove.”
Rafael grabbed Max by the arm and ran back to the banquet hall again.
“We still need miss..li,” Rafael struggled again. “How do you say that?”
“Miss lily toes,” Max told his friend. “That’s what Uncle Jace said.”
“Are you sure?” Rafe asked skeptically.
“Yes! Yes!” Max nodded vehemently. “We need miss lily toes!”
“Where do we find them?” Rafe asked worriedly. “The party will be over soon.”
“I know where to find them,” Max grinned and they ran towards the garden.
Rafe ran after him. When Max found the woman, he pulled at her skirt.
“Hello, sweety!” the lady in black pinched Max’s cheeks.
“Aunt Lily,” Max quickly told Rafe.
“Miss Lily!” Rafe gasped.
“Oh wow, you’re polite,” Miss Lily laughed. “Where is your dad?”
Rafe shrugged off the question. “We need your toes!”
“My what?”
“Your toes!” Rafel insisted.
“Max, is your friend okay?” Lily asked.
“Yes!” Max replied. “We need your toes!!!”
“My toes?” Lily laughed again. “For what?”
“To make our dads kiss,” Rafe explained.
“Your dad-” Lily’s eyes glimmered in realization. “But why my toes? What kind of voodoo nonse-”
“Uncle Jace said people have to kiss under Miss Lily Toes,” Max explained. “So, we need your toes. Pwease!”
Lily laughed harder now. “Do you mean a mistletoe?”
“Ohhhh,” the boys said together. “Yes. That! Missile Two!”
“Let’s go find you one,” she grabbed their hands and walked back to the big house.
“There!” Rafe pointed at one near the window.
“Nah, that’s just a from a tree outside,” Lily chuckled.
“Then why is Aunt Izzy kissing that boy with the glasses?” Max asked.
“Those two kiss everywhere,” Lily chuckled.
The boys giggled.
“There is one!” Lily pointed and quickly plucked it from the threshold before anyone started making out under it. “Here you go!”
“Thank you, Miss Lily!” Rafael beamed.
“We’ll invite you to the wedding,” Max winked with both eyes. “Byeeeee!”
They ran back to the banquet hall and spotted their fathers.
“Okay, let’s meet near the staircase,” Rafe said and they both ran in opposite directions.
They found each other in exactly five minutes.
“Max, stop pulling on my trousers!” Alec complained. “I’ve told you not do that! Didn’t you learn your lesson last Christmas?”
“Uncle Jace wears superman underwear,” Max giggled.
“What’s so urg-” Alec stopped talking abruptly. “Magnus, what are you doing here?”
“I have no idea,” Magnus said. “My son just dragged me here.”
“Mine too!” Alec pointed out.
“What mischief have you two been up to?” Magnus asked.
“Hold on,” Rafael said calmly and pulled out a mistletoe from his pocket like doing a magic trick. “Ta-da!”
“Where did you get that?” Magnus chuckled.
“Santa,” Rafe snickered. “Now kiss!”
“Now what?” Alec blinked.
“Kiss!” Max yelled. “Uncle Jace said people kiss-”
“Uncle Jace said what?” Alec demanded. “Where is he? I’m going-”
“He is kissing girl with red hair,” Rafe pointed out.
“About time,” Magnus snickered now.
“Aunt Izzy is kissing too!” Max squealed. “Now you!!”
“Max!” Alec chastised. “You can’t just ask people to kiss like that!”
Max frowned and Rafe didn’t seem to like that one bit.
“Why don’t you want to kiss my Bapa?” Rafe demanded, hands on hips and all.
“Yes, Alexander,” Magnus asked, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing. “Why don’t you want to kiss his Bapa?”
“Because!” Alec blushed scarlet. “This is highly…It’s not ok…We are not even under a mistletoe, Goddamnit!”
“Alexander, no swearing in front of the kids!” Magnus chastised.
“I was just tr-”
“Hold on,” Rafael said and started climbing the bannister like little acrobat and held up the mistletoe. “Okay now?”
Alec gaped at the boys.
“Well?” Magnus asked.
“I…Um,” Alec scratched behind his ear. “I don’t k-”
“Kiss, Goddamnit!” Max demanded.
“Max Michael!” Alec gasped.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the started chanting, jumping up and down. The two men worried soon they might get a viewing party.
“Only if you want to, daddy,” Max hugged his leg and let go before chanting again.
“For the kids?” Magnus asked.
“Um,” Alec said, his pale cheekbones now painted in pink. “Yeah okay. For the kids.”
Magnus grinned before pulling the other man by the tie and kissing him. He was about to let go when Alec pulled him back by the jacket and kept kissing him.
“How long do people kiss?” Rafe whispered to Max.
“I don’t know,” Max whispered back. “This is too long.”
“Okay, that’s enough!” Max pulled his father back by the trouser.
“Now, fall in love!” Rafe demanded.
“Rafael, that’s rude!” Magnus scolded gently.
“Fall in love, please?” Rafael asked nicely.
Alec laughed at that. “He is cheeky. Like you.”
“And he is cute,” Magnus pointed at Max. “Like you.”
“Maybe…” Alec blushed. “Maybe we can talk about them a little bit more over coffee?”
“I’d like that,” Magnus grinned.
“What’s happening?” Max whispered to Rafe.
“I don’t know,” Rafe whispered back as he took Max’s hand. “But I like it.”
“I like it too,” Max grinned and squeezed Rafe’s hand.
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