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rallamajoop · 1 year

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Resident Evil Village

So, although Deus Ex: Mankind Divided was (and very much still is) supposed to be next in the gaming queue, I somehow spent Christmas playing Resident Evil 8: Village.

And having now finished this damn game on three different difficulties, developed an addiction to the Mercenaries challenge mode, discovered a host of unexpected feelings about Ethan Winters & family and that Heisenberg bastard, and read a godawful amount of fic… I’m still a little undecided how surprised I should be that it sucked me in so hard.

Because on the one hand, if anything in that crazy franchise was going to get me, clearly it was going to be the one full of vampires and gothic horror tropes (not to mention being set in that one mysterious region of Romania we all know from the Hammer films, where everyone speaks English for no particular reason). Looking back, I’ve been in and out of horror-adjacent fandoms since, oh, about when the first Venom movie came out – maybe this was the next logical step.

On the other hand, it’s an FPS: a genre I only grudgingly came around to at all a matter of months ago. And though my days of saying I don’t do FPS are now undeniably behind me, it’s also a horror game, and (all recent records aside), when it comes to horror games, I am a wimp. The kind of wimp who watched playthroughs of P.T. back in the day going holy fuck I could not manage to walk down a corridor in this shitshow the atmosphere alone would smother me alive. The kind of wimp who noped the fuck out of Portal on the very first level featuring turrets (holy shit, they’re shooting at me? Those are bullet holes in the wall! Is that MY BLOOD on the wall? Oh my god how am I not already dead oh my god) and never came back.

What made the difference this time? Well, apparently my general aversion to shooting people doesn’t so much apply to lycans and zombies, and horror games are much easier to deal with when you’ve already watched a Let’s Play of the whole thing, and know what you’ve signed up for. Or maybe I’m just old and jaded enough that I’m not as easily scared by pixels as I used to be. It certainly helped that Village leans more towards the shallow, action end of the survival horror pool. But as for That One Bit that everyone talks about when they discuss how RE8 made them shit their pants, I can only admit that the other thing I learned about myself watching those playthroughs of P.T. is that ‘screaming mutant foetus monster’ is exactly the point at which my brain gives up on terror and just goes “…well that’s just a bit gauche, isn’t it?” (Don’t talk to me about those don’t-look-away walking dolls from the DLC though. That bit got to me like no screaming foetus ever did.)

No, the really odd thing about me suddenly falling hard for this game is that, well, it didn’t get me at the time. Much as I’ve enjoyed watching apparently the whole rest of the internet being brought together in mutual horniness for the incomparable Lady Dimitrescu, the whole step-on-me-mistress-thing has never really been my jam – and though I did watch that Let’s Play of the full game way back when, nothing about it grabbed me enough to become really fannish about it at the time.

What changed? Well, we can partly blame a couple of youtube channels I’ve been casually following lately by folks who were also big Resident Evil fans. But the tipping point may have been my questionable decision to watch a playthrough of the new Shadows of Rose DLC at exactly the wrong (or perhaps right) time of the month, resulting in me bawling my eyes out and discovering feelings about the Winters family I never knew I had.

All that said, actually buying and playing the base game was one of those random whims, entered into with 0 expectations I was actually likely to finish the thing. I mean, the factory section alone looks like such a slog.

…so it turns out that (putting aside the hassle of navigating the place) the factory can be a ton of fun once you’ve figured out what you’re doing.

What can I say? This is a game truly brimming with personality, the dark-fairytale vibe utterly works, the campy OTT villains are a delight, I will gladly fight anyone trying to tell me Ethan’s a boring nothing of a protagonist – and having had the time to get past the “GDI game is this guy supposed to be a lycan or not? MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND!”-annoyance* that stopped me from enjoying Heisenberg properly while watching the playthrough, this time I fell for him hard (and wound up shipping him with Ethan, so fandom has got me again). The ending delivers, the horror elements are on point, and it’s just damn good fun to play.

Doing my first run on Casual difficulty was my one mistake. It’s the mode most widely recommended to the inexperienced player, but either that’s a recommendation calibrated for folks playing with a controller rather than a keyboard, or all that time playing Deus Ex (which, I remind you, is heavy on stealth takedowns and 3rd-person-cover mechanics that do not apply here at all) prepared me better than I realised, because Casual difficulty bored me. The mechanics, world and story still carried me through, but I did not die a single time that wasn’t thanks to an insta-death mistake. There’s no way to change difficulty mid-game, and you’re far enough in by the time you really get to find out how difficult combat was going to be that I didn’t feel like restarting. But having finished the game, I was hungry for a real challenge.

So this is when I noticed New Game+ was an option – as was unlocking infinite ammo for many weapons – and rationally deciding that replaying on only Standard difficulty with the added advantage of all those upgraded guns wasn’t going to cut it, I jumped difficulties right up to Hardcore mode.

This, too, may have been a mistake. The very first lycan attack had me running to the Internet for advice on how to survive it (it turns out the accepted strategy is basically to just hide in a cellar for as long as possible, then leg it into the next house and climb halfway up a ladder, where you’re very hard to hit). But with that milestone cleared, I found my groove, and had a much better time (though I certainly died a lot more this time through). Even with all the upgrades, it was pretty damn punishing in places – but punishing in the way that forces you to really engage with the mechanics (or at least learn to love the good old ‘set a mine and back away’-strategy). And I’m pleased to say that unlike DX:HR, RE has proper difficulty modes: we’re not just tweaking damage ratios, enemies also get much faster and more aggressive at higher difficulties – not to mention those damn lycan archers now apparently have the accuracy of a sniper.

Having beaten the game on Hardcore, I was pretty well done (there’s an even harder mode, Village of Shadows, but I wasn’t looking for that much punishment). But any lingering doubts about how fully I’d embraced the shooty-bang-fun-times side of Resident Evil gameplay were well and truly put to bed by the time I’d discovered the Mercenaries bonus game.

This mode sets you up with limited weapon selection up against a hoard of easy-to-kill enemies, scoring you higher the longer you can keep a combo going. Again: not the sort of thing I expected to suck me in, but anyone who’s ever watched me play a rhythm game will know that I can be a real sucker for a full-combo challenge. Mechanically, it’s almost the opposite of beating the story on Hardcore, but it forces you to learn layouts of some game areas in ways you never needed to before, and actually seeing numbers for how much damage you’re doing illuminates so many mechanics you were just guessing at.

Better yet, there’s a hoard of stuff you can unlock by playing it, including (as of the DLC!) the ability to play as Heisenberg or Lady Dimitrescu, which is a whole heap of fun in its own right. And if you’re prepared to play long enough to get 25 other achievements (I was), you can even unlock ‘special customisations’ for most of your weapons in the main game – boosting damage even further, or a bunch of other bonuses that I could not resist trying out…

…only, having already beaten the game on Hardcore, there wasn’t much appeal to doing that again, only with less challenge. So… oh fuck, I’m going to play this thing on Village of Shadows difficulty after all, aren’t I?

Honestly: no regrets. Lord knows I’d never survive this mode going on raw (shut up shut up I’M NOT GOING TO TRY), but it’s very doable on New Game+2. And it’s very much the mode for folks who’ve already beaten the game at least twice, because just when you were getting familiar with the story’s pre-scripted roster, this mode mixes it up and throws in new enemies where you don't expect them (and just rarely enough that they’ll always be a surprise). Having trouble with those lycan archers on Hardcore? Well, now there’s more of them, in places you didn’t expect! Had enough trouble escaping Lady D. after she slices off your hand? Ha, now we’ve spawned an extra enemy in the same space, and did we mention that you have no weapons you can use one-handed? (Seriously, good times! And that’s ‘times’, plural, because surviving that one took me a few tries.)

All that said, I’m not sure those ‘special customisations’ were really calibrated for even this difficulty – and they’re vague enough that you’ll find that out the hard way. The magnum’s ‘Extra damage against lycans’-bonus, for example, apparently means ‘can now one-shot even the alfa varcolac miniboss’ (pictured below). And sure, that’s the magnum: but the sniper rifle’s ‘extra damage at range’ can do the same thing. It’s just maybe a bit much.

Honestly, I’d be all for it if the point was to give players who really want that Village of Shadows achievement another way to get it – but then you get to the gauntlet that is the endgame, and all that fancy souped up inventory gets taken away from you for plot reasons.

Actually, I’d put the start of the endgame-gauntlet back at Sturm (last boss of the factory level before Heisenberg), because even though you’ve got your regular guns there, he’s invincible from the front, charges like a mad bull and can apparently target you through solid walls. Then you fight Heisenberg, in the obligatory here-have-a-tank sequence, and neither New Game+ upgrades or special customisations have any effect on your tank. And then you get the section where you have to play as Chris, whose lousy pistol-and-machine-gun arsenal is also unaffected by special customisations (though I can see no good reason why not). And Chris’ section really is a gauntlet, with an uncooperative auto-save, an infinite stream of charging lycans, and another boss fight against some bastard who doesn’t take damage from the front, swinging a giant mace in a tiny arena. All of a sudden, you’re playing the exact same version of this game as someone who never hit New Game + at all.

I died a lot in this section. Seriously, so many times. But I stuck it out, and I gotta say, damn but these higher difficulty modes force you to learn how to play. In case anyone else reading this actually wants some tips: stuck at the Stronghold? The trick is to book it back to the entry passage the moment the first wave starts, maybe drop a mine or two, and use the narrow space for crowd control (same thing works during the second wave – it gets a little less intense from there). Stuck in the factory? Learn to love flash grenades! Sturm? Again: flash grenades! (You would not think a guy with a propeller for a face would be so susceptible, but who am I to argue with results?) Heisenberg? Turns out aiming for those glowing weak points really does make a difference, and your tank can make a MUCH faster dash out of the way of his charge move if you stop firing the machine gun. Chris? God, don’t even get me started on Chris.** (“Oh my god, Chris, your lousy pea-shooter guns have all the stopping power of wet tissue! Get a real gun, you LOSER!”)

After all that, the letdown at the end is that Miranda (the final boss) is kind of a piece of piss. You finally get all your old inventory back, and she takes damage from the front and everything. After dying a stupid number of times reaching every milestone above, Miranda went down in one go. I’d be more unimpressed by this, but after all Ethan’s been through at that point, maybe he kind of deserves it.

Obviously, I had to play Rose’s DLC bonus campaign too, but – much as I loved it for story and atmosphere – it was admittedly less fun to play. That’s probably deliberate: it’s much more down the survival horror end of the action-horror spectrum – aiming is slow and cumbersome, and your options and resources are very limited. Given that you’re playing as a teenage girl rather than a grown man on his second rodeo, that makes a lot of sense… but there’s still not a lot there to have me eager to come back for a replay. (Her final boss battle is a lot more satisfying, though it does suffer from the fact you’re thrown so many new mechanics that just figuring out how you’re supposed to use them is pretty distracting.)

I could go on at this point – as always in new fandom mode, I have so many thoughts on the world, the fandom, the challenge of piecing together the backstory timeline, the possibilities for where this series might go in future, and how poor Mia deserves so much more love than she gets – but that can all wait. The long and short remains: I never would’ve imagined how hard I could get sucked into this game, but I have had such a time learning how wrong I was.

* Look, if a guy who shows up with the lycans, and can apparently command other lycans, is not supposed to be a lycan himself, then maybe think twice before including another giant lycan character who a) wears his coat, b) USES HIS HAMMER and c) never appears on screen at the same time as him. You’ll save so much confusion on the part of your audience, I promise!

** Really? Well, fine.

The game autosaves shortly after you beat the first two varcolacs (I found it helped to go left around the fungus into the field, and use some grenades), and again once you reach the clearing (protip: if you can make it there, everything behind you despawns! There are a couple of real waves of attackers to get through to get there though, plus a slow-but-constantly spawning stream of lycan runners to mask that), then one final time before you jump down the hole. Knowing those auto-save points is useful, because 1) reloading your last manual save point will put you all the way back before the Heisenberg boss fight, which is officially Too Far, and 2) if you pass an autosave accidentally after using up all your supplies and on low health, the next bit is going to be that much harder. To survive the clearing, forget killing everything: spend the first wave hiding behind the house on the right with the supplies (it confuses them), and the second hiding behind the other house with supplies on your left, then climb the ladder to the roof and stand up to target the mould. Don’t climb the roof earlier: the archers will get you. To survive the boss, try to run under his swings when he leaps at you, hit him with a flash grenade every time your pals with the goddamn space laser are ready, target him, then shoot the hell out of the weak point on his back. [deep breath] DONE! (And goddamnit, Chris, if I have to listen to you say ‘I’ve reach the target clearing. Damn this looks big’ one more time, I will shoot you myself.)

#Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil #more overlong gaming anecdotes

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aprilblossomgirl · 2 years

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A little final thought on 1000 Stars / A Tale of Thousand Stars.

I started this show without having much of expectation, thanks to my decision to watch Cupid's Last Wish first a couple of moths ago which led me to postpone this one, but as I wrote on my halfway review: I LOVE IT. And I love the second half just as much as, if not a little more than, the first half, although it was definitely more emotional. Of course, the show has its flaws, and while it won't be a 10/10 series for me, it definitely got my full heart ❤️

I'm gonna be so biased here, ATOTS got me on a personal level. It's more than a BL series to me, it touches several themes I am familiar with (the teaching, the volunteering, and the conservation of rural natures). And what relates more to me is everything about Tian. He's like a mirror to me, well maybe not 100%, but still. I can understand the way he questioned his passion after coming to Phu Phan Dao. I love how the show highlighted that having knowledge and being able to both teach and apply them appropriately are two different things. When Tian finally made a decision to shift from studying engineering to studying education to become a teacher, I can't help but internally cheering for him. I am sure it was not easy. Overall, I am quite satisfied with Tian's story arc as he really seemed to try his best using his second opportunity of living to do something for others. I didn't realize this can be something really personal.

Warm and lighthearted, with the right amount of angst and conflicts (let's just pretend I didn't bawl my eyes out throughout episode 8 to 10), this series easily becomes one of my comfort place. One little thing though, when I was watching the episodes on YouTube, I stumbled across a comment that said the series should be titled "A Tale of Thousand Stares", instead of Stars, and somehow I just can't help to agree more (?). It really made me want to collect all those longing stares of Phupha followed by Tian's challenging stares back. Maybe I'll pick on it later.

Let me just say thank you to this beautiful show :) #atotsrewatch2022

#1000 stars #a tale of thousand stars #atots #final thoughts #my post: text #📝#atotsrewatch2022 #finished with the rewatch week #but definitely needs beyond today to wrap up all the remaining episodes' still edits

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mrstransformersfanfiction · 2 years

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Hawaii Five-0 scenes always gets me every time. I love it a lot because the mood Steve McGarrett and his acting to the show, even though I watched it many times up to season 10, I still bawl my eyes out and wished for the season to forever to continue.

Anyone dare me to write a fanfiction crossover into one? 😂 Who have the crazy idea to put it in. I had a mad idea but I didn't want to confused my readers. 💜

I still love Hawaii Five-0. Well shit, lady, you're already writing one. 🤣 Because Marvel movies got me fuck up after watching the first half of its movie especially Spiderman Homecoming series. I cried like a silly girl.

I still see Steve McGarrett as a brother, leader, mentor and a caring father same time figure. But I can't picture him as a lover imaginary mood. Weird right? More like my own personal idol since I became a fan of the show. Anyone have that weird shit mood other than me?

Facebook can go to hell for the time being. I don't like it there that much these days. Too much fucking friend requests that I lost count how many I blocked. 🤣💜

I was just on YouTube when I bump into a random 10x22 Hawaii Five-0 scene while randomly scrolling for songs. 🤦🏻‍♀️💜 Seeing Steve makes me wanna watch the whole series. I mean NCIS Los Angeles is awesome but I feel more connected with Five-0 because is more family theme.

And when you see Steve McGarrett in pain wow that scene - wtf did I just run into? 😂😂😂

I can't think straight anymore. This girl is going to bed. Hell I don't know what to feel about it when you watch a favourite tv series. Is a holy shit moments. 😛

#hawaii five 0 #fanfiction #tv series #ncis los angeles

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inkmemes · 3 years

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this country ( 2017 - 2020 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from the bbc mockumentary. trigger warning for mentions of religion, death, sex. alter as you see fit ♡

“i like the underdog.”

“don't be a fucking dick.”

“everyone comes together on days like today and just forgets their utter hatred of each other.”

“everyone who's anyone's going to be there and there are people from my past that would love to see me slain.”

“there's a tea rooms there and under the counter they've got a panic button and if i take one step inside, they can press that. the police will be there in three minutes.”

"he whatsapped me the other day asking us to go laser quest with him and i ... well, i clicked on it by accident, didn't i? so he knows i've seen it."

"i mean, i get it, but it's not making me feel nothing."

“it's baffling. i'm baffled by the entire situation, if i'm honest.”

“what the actual fuck? what the actual fuck? you have fucking lost your head, mate. you have lost your fucking head.”

“when i get hold of you, i swear to god i will fucking deck you.”

"someone's just been throwing plums at my house. i'm going to kill them. i can't believe it. i can't believe it. all over this. plumming on here, plumming on that. plum on the sofa, look! there's nothing left that hasn't been plummed."

“i've had a target on my back since the day i was born.”

“thank you very much, enjoy your free potatoes.”

“do you know how small your brain is?”

“hogwarts is that way, dumbledore.”

“he used to say i looked like the puppet off the dolmio advert.”

“there's a kid crying over there. do you want me to...? i can tell him to shut the fuck up if you want?”

“he genuinely looked like a moomin.”

“on my first day of karate club, karate master goes to me, [name], i don't know why you're here because i can't teach you anything. if anything, you should be teaching me." and just gave me his black belt.”

“you know that little old blind man? yeah, when i was punching him in his face, the lens from his glasses broke and cut my knuckle.”

“some things are just best left in the past, where they belong.”

“what's the point in knocking if you're just going to walk in anyway?”

“it was a miscarriage of justice though, cos what people forget is 12 out of them 20 hostages actually found it funny.”

“i lied so much i still don't know what's real life and what's plain lies.”

“i'm so glad you're out of that lying phase.”

“he likes to be the only person on the road, so whenever he sees a car coming the other way he just pulls over.”

“nasa went through hundreds of them in the '60s. and now every time i see a really bright star in the sky i can't wish on it, cos in my head i'm thinking, ‘that's probably just a spacecraft with some monkey bones in it.’”

“you absolute traitor. that's my cheese - it's my fucking house!”

“don't you dare eat that cheese. you eat that and i will smash this. i promise you, i will smash you with this.”

“fuck! you switched them!”

“yeah, i can see it's fucking burnt, sherlock.”

“i honestly am ashamed to know him, sometimes.”

“if you knock on someone's door, don't take no for an answer. get into their house. if they say, ‘leave my house’, stay. and if they say, ‘i'm going to call the police’, you walk upstairs and see if there's anybody else upstairs to sell to.”

“she looks like uncle fester.”

“right. i'm going to piss in their flowers, then.”

“you really need to go home. your mum's called the police and everything.”

“you're also fired from being my best mate, by the way.”

“in business, there will always be setbacks. i don't drink my own juice, fray bentos doesn't eat his own pies. but that's business.”

“do you know what, i don't actually want to play this any more, because it is actually very, very boring.”

“i'm ashamed of myself, that's not usually me, so don't get the wrong impression.”

“i genuinely think one of them fancies me as well.”

“it's fate her moving across the street.”

“the problem with finding a girlfriend in the village is that most of the girls you meet round here are old-age pensioners.”

“yeah, i am looking for a relationship, but thing is i've just got so many trust issues, yeah, with being fucked over massive in the past, so no matter how much i get close to someone now i'm thinking in the back of my head, ‘shit, am i going to get fucked over?’ because i've been fucked over in the past massively. my last relationship proper fucked me up.”

“i went through a really dark phase. listening to papa roach and just blowing everything up with them little french bangers.”

“shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!”

“i don't like the man. i know he's my uncle, but i don't like him.”

“it's just malicious lies, that's all it is.”

“i'm not saying i've got a cruel heart, but if she ain't willing to take me as i am rather than the monster i've become, then she can literally just jog on back to sea with all the other fish cos i don't care.”

“what do you look for in a boyfriend?”

“the key to dating, yeah, is the two rs and the three ts. 'respect, rapport, and talking, talking, talking.' don't ever let that ball hit the ground. good relationships are built on great conversation.”

“on a date, you've got to tell them all the interesting stuff about you, because that's what they'll be interested in.”

“he said to me, he goes, ‘you can't smoke on here.’ i said, ‘i'm not smoking, i'm vaping.’ the look on his face when i said that. i don't think he knew what vaping… what a vape is.”

“you would make me the happiest mouse if you say yes and become my spouse.”

“here's a tip, [name], next time you take a chick out on a date, don't bore her to tears.”

“roses are red, violets are blue, i've got five fingers, the third one's for you.”

“get out of my way, pipe cleaner.”

“[name] phoned me the other day at three in the morning saying, ‘come quick,

there's a hedgehog in the garden that looks exactly like grandad.’ so i got up, i got dressed and i ran over to [name]'s as fast as i could and then i just stopped in the middle of the street at three in the morning and thought, ‘what the fuck am i doing with my life?’

“you're joking me? because if you are joking me, that is massively harsh.”

“oh, let me get a song up on youtube. you're going to absolutely love this, [name]. here we go… listen to this. oh, for fuck's sake, advert.”

“let's go down the pub and get shitfaced.”

“where do i see myself in five years? well, me and [name] will have a flat in the middle of the village and all of our furniture will be inflatable and we'll have cable and it will pay for itself, because we're going to use the spare room to breed quails, because their eggs are worth fucking shitloads.”

“is this about the calippo, still? because you offered to buy me that.”

“if he wants to go, good luck to him, i say. i reckon he thinks that i can't live without him, which is a laugh, because he went a whole weekend away once and i got on all right. i just ended up following this cat around the village.”

“i've got to do what's right for me, at the end of the day, instead of worrying about other people.”

“how about you say sorry? sorry for the massive knife that's hanging out the back of my back because of you.”

“oh, and while you're stabbing me in the back, feel free to bend down and kiss my arse.”

“can i just ask you an honest question? why would you want to leave the village when we've got a pub and a shop?”

“i think you don't know how lucky we have it to be doing nothing with our lives, like. we're all going to die, anyway, so what's the point in doing anything?”

“i want ownership of the words fucknut and dickmilk.”

“i had this come through the post. and i've got a few concerns about it. firstly, this guy on the front looks really arrogant. not the sort of guy i was expecting, if i'm honest.”

“this is starting to stress me out a little bit.”

“why are you trying to stress me out? you know i'm already stressed out as it is.”

“the bloke that used to live in there, right, kept hearing strange noises coming out of his attic at night. and he'd go to the fridge and find that food was missing from the fridge. so he thought, ‘i'm just going to go up to the attic and check this out.’ and he found an entire family of peruvian panpipe buskers just living up there. and he thought ‘i'm just going to leave them to it, ‘cos they're not really doing me any harm.’ and then, a few years later, he thought, "well, i'll just go up to the attic to check on them. ‘see if they're all right.’ and it turned out they'd all died of asbestos poisoning. yeah, he doesn't live here any more.”

“some people will always be scared of me, and i can't change that, no matter how nice i am. but there's a balance to be had between being nice and being feared.”

“don't really like catching up. it's not my thing.”

“i just watched this video of this girl doing a random act of kindness on youtube. she basically paid for this old man's shopping at the till. and this old man was, like, about 90 years old. and he's so fucking old, like, you could see through his skin. and he just starts bawling his eyes out. he's like, ‘you're fucking joking me, this ain't fucking real life.’ i just thought... i want to make someone feel like that. ‘cos that's... i really… that's what i want to do.”

“i'm not dead. just can't be arsed to text her sometimes.”

“you know, correct me if i'm wrong, but four texts a day is complete madness. no-one can keep up with that.”

“i am doing kind things selfishly.”

“i was at midnight mass one year, right, someone got tipped off i was there. as i was coming out the church, someone tries to shoot me with a crossbow.”

“well, i haven't seen the film, have i? that's why i came here - to watch the fucking film - like a normal human being.”

“i've made an effort by coming here tonight. i didn't want to come.”

“i had to wheel him here from his house in an asda trolley, cos he was just too heartbroken to move.”

“sometimes you don't know what you got until you ain't got it any more. like blockbuster's. i just took 'em for granted - and then, one day, gone, and you spend ages trying to figure out what went wrong, and then you realise it was your fault all along.”

“i thought you said you wanted to fix things.”

“she wanted it to go that way, and it just wasn't gonna go that way. she even got me thinking that they'd get back together… ..but that's manipula.... manipulative people... do that. and he's better off without her.”

“that wasn't much to write home about.”

“it's fucking dead, isn't it?”

“basically, somebody's been sending me threatening letters, and i don't know who's doing it - and i am concerned, because my peripheral vision is poor, so, if somebody attacks me from the sides or snipes at me from an upstairs window, i am fucked - but my hearing is excellent, see? so i just need to spend a few days inside honing my sonar, and i'll be fine then.”

“if you don't like the work, the circus is in town and they're always looking for clowns.”

“his soul is just going to crumble to dust.”

“this really is not a good situation for me. a physical threat is something that i can deal with, but a sexual thing is not my area of expertise.”

“just really fucked in the head, mate.”

“what have i done? i haven't done anything wrong.”

“do you know how sad that is? that is so, actually, sad. that makes me sad for you, that you can't take a joke.”

“i think i just got a bit carried away with the whole thing.”

“your finger's going up my arsehole, mate.”

“i'll hold the back of your head, so you don't bash yourself.”

“when i lie in future, i don't want a massive lecture on how bad lying is, cos deep down, you're the worst of us all, mate.”

“i'd quite like a coke.”

“it's going to be like gluing a breadstick back together, because… like, as if a breadstick's been in a blender and it's all… ...the pieces smashed up.”

“like, this one time i started a fight club in the village hall, and i got a black eye from beating myself up. but it made my enemies think, ‘fuck, if she can do that to herself, what the fuck can she do to me?’”

“i'm absolutely 1,000% sure i've broken it in two places.”

“i knew this day would come.”

“i should be in tk maxx, getting the bargains that i deserve.”

“unlike you, [name], i'm not a fashion disaster.”

“i'm still warm in my grave, and she's sucking off the pallbearer.”

“you know, it took me ten years to get over [name], and i only went out with her for half a day.”

“i swear to god, if i see him here again, i swear to god, i will have no hesitation in just going up to him and just planting one on his face.”

“right, then keep your nose out of my business, yeah? nosy old cock-womble.”

“[name]’s attitude to me is puzzling. if i walk past her in the street

and say hi, she'll tell me to fuck off. yet every year, she sends me a really sweet, nice christmas card. you know, there's just no consistency there.”

“he's good-looking up close, isn't he?”

“don't show me any weakness, because i will take advantage.”

“no, put the brick down, you fucking psychopath.”

“when i asked him, he just said, ‘come to my office now,’ which means we're in the fucking shit, cos we're always in fucking shit.”

“i shouldn't be paying you at all.”

“i've always had a son. i talk about him all the time.”

“he's my son. he's not my dog.”

“it reminds me of the wicker man. i don't really know why.”

“i just find it weird how you can be so close to someone and they can be such a big part of your life, and then the next minute, you're just sort of strangers in the night.”

“i don't want the emotional implications.”

“well, about five years ago, i sold my birthday to my mum for about 200 quid, which means my mum's legally entitled now to never celebrate my birthday ever again for the rest of my life. not even, like, a happy birthday cup of tea, or a moonpig card, nothing - which is the worst decision i ever made in my entire life.”

“he deserves that anyway, because he's been sexting my nan, so…”

“what's this surprise? cos i need to know whether it's going to be worth this walk.”

“i always see them banners above the motorway, and i always thought, ‘who the fuck does them?’ well, now i know. people like me.”

“did you know you can't get stung by a stinging nettle if you grab the leaf top and bottom, like that? it's only when you touch it on the sides, it stings. agh, actually, that stung, then.”

“pez dispenser, they're cursed. they are, i'm not even joking. honestly, when i had one of them, i had the worst bout of bad luck i ever had in my life.”

“i swear down, it's a short cut. it might be a pleasant walk, we might enjoy it.”

“i'm not scared of the fox twins. i'd just like to sit them down and ask 'em plainly, ‘look, guys, what is going on? ‘cos this has just gotten completely out of hand now. you know, stop walking on your knuckles, stand up straight, be the best version of you that you can be. get a job, even. there's a trolley boy who works at tesco's, you know, who may as well have been raised by wolves. if he can get a job, you guys can walk it.’”

“yes, there has been talk of strange goings-on in the woods, ghost sightings and the like. but… ...they're never from particularly reliable sources.”

“i live with a ghost. there's a ghost in that house. he's like a civil war cavalier, with all the hair and the hat and all that. and every time i walk into the living room, he doffs his cap. and on his shoulder, he's got this crow that barks at me. it means i spend less time in the house, really. not because of him, because he's-he's quite peaceable. but the crow is malevolent. and i'm not having that. i can't share my house with a malevolent bird.”

“that's haunted as fuck.”

“am i going mad here, or does that, to you, look like that's where just ghost will hang out all the time?”

“look at him, little red riding twat.”

“if he's got an attitude with me, i swear to god, i'll just grab the steering wheel and drive us all into a wall.”

“it's a bit annoying, actually. cos this is not the first or the second time i've had to tell you, really, is it?”

“his sparkle has just gone.”

“you know my dad actually wrote the song wonderwall on the back of a beer mat in the space of ten minutes, don't you?”

“i've just got a tiny, tiny, tiny little favour to ask you.”

“when i think of [name], i think of someone who is very loyal. and very, very stupid. sort of more stupid than loyal. sort of 70% stupid, 30% loyal, probably. because she's very loyal. but extremely stupid.”

“do you know what? i actually don't think he loves you at all and i don't think he's ever loved you.”

“all right, that's harsh and unnecessary, but fine.”

“frankly, she is behaving like the antichrist.”

“i literally just got here.”

“you are such an unemotional slab of ham, [name].”

“i've got so much shit on that man you would not believe.”

“there's something in my eye.”

“i just can't quit him, you know?”

“yeah, we might have a fiery relationship, but when we're together, it's just… it's just pure chemistry, isn't it?”

“i'm not proud of it, believe me. but at the end of the day, i'm a very vindictive person, you know? it is what makes me me.”

“i basically went out and bought an alpaca off gumtree for £500. of all the mistakes i've made in my life, that was possibly the largest. definitely the physically largest.”

“yeah, i really don't wanna talk about that.”

“her only loyalty is to herself, staffies, and the tv channel dave… ...which, in my opinion, is a tv channel made by knuckle-draggers for knuckle-draggers.”

“i can't move on till i've seeked revenge, unfortunately.”

“if that was in france, that would be fine, but we're not in france.”

“the only thing we had in common, really, was stealing, and that was more my thing that i got him onto. but it just goes to show, you know, some friendships last and some friendships don't, but that's just the way it is.”

“you know it was me that got you sacked, don't you?”

“the thing i learnt about friendship is, you gotta accept each other's flaws, no matter how toxic they may be.”

“shit-stirring from beyond the grave.”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #this is the nichest meme ive made #but this show is so fucking funny okay

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babydaddyleorio · 3 years

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bnha: having a theatre s/o

For my thespians 😩☝🏾

Izuku

-Izuku absolutely loves helping you practice.

-He would go over the script with you, taking the place of the other characters as he reads just so you could practice your role fluently.

-Another thing to keep in mind is that Izuku can not act to save his life.

-He’s kind of nervous and occasionally will say things like “oops, wrong line” or “where are we again?” when reading from the script. His voice has a ton of forced emotion and he also tends to awkwardly move his body when he follows the stage directions.

-Even though he’s not that good on the stage himself, he offers great advice when It comes to the way you perform. He will tell you If you need to add more expression in a particular scene or If you accidentally skipped doing something.

-If you have to design the set, Izuku is right alongside you drawing out sketches and coming up with the correct dimensions for props. He has such a serious look on his face as he’s doing mental calculations on where something should go and you think it’s so adorable.

-Izuku always makes time to go see your plays.

-When he gets there, he is literally so invested in what's happening and is following the storyline very well. He laughs at the cheesy jokes being made and his eyes will water If something sad happens. The person beside him will slyly offer him a tissue because he’s literally bawling his eyes out.

-When the play is over, he stands in the hall and waits as his eyes search the room for you. Once he finally sees you walking towards him through the crowd of people, he immediately perks up.

-”You were incredible, y/n!” He would beam with the biggest smile on his face, hugging you tightly once he reached you.

Kirishima

-Kirishima is most definitely your biggest fan.

-He will pick you up from rehearsal everyday with a smile on his face and will ask you "So, how'd It go?" and when you tell him It went good, he would then smile harder.

-“I’m so excited, I can't wait to see you perform!” He would shout while pumping his fist in the air and a laugh would fall from your mouth at how eager he was.

-Kirishima is another person who has no qualms helping you build the set, in fact, he actually looks forward to It. He loves to help you paint cool designs on the props or move certain things around the stage.

-He will be very quiet If he notices that you’re practicing because he doesn’t want to distract you.

-Loves doing improv with you. You guys end up making the most hilarious scenarios with each other and will end up breaking character with your uncontrollable laughter.

-Kirishima also enjoys the exercises and warm ups you have to do to get your voice and body ready for acting. This is his time to shine.

-If you’re nervous before you go on, Kirishima will reassure you. He would give you an encouraging speech or do deep breaths while holding your hands just in case you need some type of comfort.

-Kirishima makes sure to get a front row seat so he can be the first one to see you.

-His eyes will legit light up once he catches a glimpse of how stunning you look with your costume on. His eyes are always searching for you through the whole play, and will definitely whistle and clap loudly once your performance is over.

-You guys will go out to celebrate because Kirishima insisted on treating you to food for your stellar performance.

Todoroki

-Todoroki is familiar with the Idea of plays, but he’s never really seen one before. That’s why when you tell him that you’re going to be in the school’s next play, he’s kind of unsure of what to expect.

-Todoroki genuinely wants to know about this since this is something you enjoy, so he will binge watch plays on YouTube to get a clue on what you’ll be doing.

-Once he finished his marathon of various plays, Todoroki would be rushing to tell you about everything he discovered when researching them, but he stops dead in his tracks once he sees you in your costume

-He has to do a double take right quick because wow

-You look amazing.

-Whether your costume is a princess from medieval times or a 63 year old man, Todoroki still couldn’t believe how great you look.

-Todoroki thinks that you’re such a great actor and loves the confidence you exert when you’re on stage.

-He would be so inspired by you that sometimes when he’s looking at himself through the mirror in his bathroom, he would clear his throat and try to recite lines from the play with a deep voice.

-If It’s finally premiere night, he most likely invites the whole class.

-Once Intermission starts, he texts that you’re doing great with a smiley face at the end of It.

-After the play is finished, he would give you a banquet of flowers with a box of chocolate (or your favorite snack) in his other hand.

- “Your acting skills are outstanding, Y/n. I am really proud of you.” He would grin as he watched you bury your nose in the bundle of roses.

Sero

-Sero loves watching you rehearse your lines. It’s like music to his ears when he hears how you enunciate your words and how entrancing the tone of your voice is.

-And if you’re in musical theatre? He’s definitely toppling over once he hears how breathtaking your singing is.

-Sometimes Sero will sit in the empty audience and watch as you practice with your other classmates. He’ll stay the whole time, either observing you or will do his homework, and the director doesn’t mind either since Sero is so chill and supportive of everyone.

-And because the director likes him so much, he will also help you guys even if he’s not a part of the class. They assign him to go work in the workshop and bring out wood to help technical theatre and to tape things they can’t reach.

-Sero knows all the lyrics to the song you perform and mouths the lyrics to you just in case you forget them.

-He also has a whole playlist dedicated to theatre and you guys sing Hamilton loudly in the car whenever you hear a song come on.

-If you write your own plays he supports you 100%.

-He likes sitting in bed and flipping through your script while holding a flashlight under his covers and would probably spend all night reading It.

-He would definitely text you in the morning how amazing your writing Is and that you would make a great playwright

-Literally won’t shut up to his friends about the play and It’s to the point where Denki has to take some tape from his elbow and stick It across his mouth.

-Sero will come to every showing you have. You really appreciate him too because It feels nice to have someone supporting you from the crowd.

-At the end of your play, Sero will give you a standing ovation with a ginormous smile shaping his lips.

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michelangelinden · 3 years

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Seeing everyone make emotional happy 1 year anniversary posts makes me tear up so here you have my version:

Fuck

This shit has been going on for a year now and I'm so happy I'm a part of it.

I first watched jatp in the week that it came out and it hasn't let me go ever since and I hope it never does. Watching the boys perform Now or Never got me interested, watching Julie/Madi sing Wake Up made me cry and got me hooked. The friendships, the romance, the music (I bawled my eyes out at The Other Side Of Hollywood because it overwhelmed me so much in the best way possible) - this show came into my life when I needed it and it changed it for the better. At this point I don't even know what my life would be like without it.

So here have a list of things in ways that Jatp influenced me:

I survived a huge about of gender envy for all of the boys in the show, but especially Luke, he is everything I ever wanna be, like, it's a problem

I don't wanna talk about my celebrity crush on Owen but I have to mention it at some point

I however do wanna talk about my celebrity crush on Booboo but who can blame me for that

Spending too many hours learning chords on the guitar so I could sing Flying Solo while thinking about my two best friends

Spending not enough hours screaming the soundtrack in the car on my way to work almost crying when I hit the high notes on Bright and Wake Up

Watching the behind the scenes videos and the Sunset Drive Podcast videos on YouTube and picking up so much about the tv industry and the process and the highs and lows and realising that that is what I want to do, where I want to go, what I want to be, and that felt so liberating and terrifying at the same time

I've picked up drawing again and even though I still don't think I'm very good I learned and improved so much that I am still proud of myself

I started writing regularly, posting my first fic in march 2021 after a tiny spurt of inspiration from a Tumblr post and now I have almost 60k words worth of fanfiction on ao3, including the longest project I have ever worked on

I met so many people along the way, becoming mutuals with some relatively early on, then more during the big bang and then even more in the @jatpfs server, making this fandom genuinely one of my favourites I've ever been a part of

I could probably name so much more, but I'm literally crying writing this, so I should probably stop

In the end I want to name some of my favourite people I've met through this show:

@angelofarts @fiddlepickdouglas @iti-iskuna @sunsetcurvecuddles @sunsetcurbed @willexxmercer @williexmercer @kybee1497 @flynn-taylor @waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter @juliaandthephantoms @lyxchen @thegirlfulloffandoms @hey-there-juliet @on-irratia @futurearchaeologyprof and so many more!!

Thank you for always inspiring me, helping me and being my friends, you're the best and I love you all (platonically, but a lot)

Happy 1 year fellas, Kenny pick up the phone!

#ahaha time to clown #netflix better renew the ghost show #julie and the phantoms #willex #linda talks #and cries wtf

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justatinysprout · 3 years

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Little List of Haikyuu Fanfics on AO3 [iwaoi edition]

To Be First, To be Best - chanyeol

iwaoi

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

iwa realizing he is in love with oikawa. little angst but dear god why u so dense iwa-chan

words: 26,404 (1/1)

The PDA Jar - orphan_account

iwaoi

“What is that thing for?”

“I’m glad you asked, captain. This… is the Public Display of Affection jar. Or PDA jar for short.”

“Now whenever you do something that may hurt our children’s innocence, you’ll have to put money in the jar as a punishment."

all fluff and protect kindaichi at all costs/ why are u 2 so dense. so adorable and oikawa and iwa not even not even realizing how in love they are with each other

words:10,480 (1/1)

The Great Photo Race - reginagalaxia

iwaoi

Oikawa realizes that he doesn't have a single terrible photo of Iwaizumi on his phone, and challenges the volleyball team to get the worst photo possible in a week.

tooth-rotting fluff we deserve/ iwa is too hot for his own good

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right person, wrong time (and how long it took for the time to be right) - bbkutosan

iwaoi

“If the first person you loved was standing in front of you, what would you say to them?”

Or: Iwaizumi finds himself being interviewed by two YouTubers and realizes that for some reason, Oikawa Tooru has changed his life far too many times.

mic guy and camera guy are some real mvps. they figure it out though. very proud of iwaoi.

words: 5,070 (1/1)

inside, this place is warm & outside, it starts to pour - enisle

iwaoi

#1 - inside, this place is warm

But still. Texting Iwaizumi to come over shouldn't be terrifying—none of the things he's been doing with Iwaizumi for the past two weeks should be terrifying. And yet here he is, so overwhelmed with the knowledge that while he and Iwaizumi have always done everything together, there were superlatives they never dared to acknowledge, and being together in every sense of the word entailed an everything that was much more vast, much more limitless.

Oikawa is still trying to deal with the intricacies that come with dating your best friend.

words: 6,557 (1/1)

#2 - outside, it starts to pour

Or maybe, just maybe, it was simply Oikawa—the boy who cleaves the air with a swing of his arm and the friend who eats half of his lunch and the lover who makes him feel invincible and weightless and weak all at once.

Iwaizumi loves him. Iwaizumi loves him and it’s terrifying how that love consumes him just so.

Iwaizumi has had many firsts with Oikawa, but what's one more?

honestly pure fluff, deserved fluff dear good i love this. happy fluff, for a good day or a mood lifter

words: 9,906 (1/1)

I’m Cupid Stupid - OIKAWAHAJIME13

Oikawa Tooru (aka Cupid) and Iwaizumi Hajime (his loving husband) are tasked with getting four couples together this February. Needless to say, things do not always go to plan in the game of love.

they are married and this is so soft and sweet. It just makes my heart warm up at the thought.

words: 8,737 (5/5)

From Your Mortal Enemy (with Love) - duskglow

He takes a step closer to Iwaizumi and says, “You’re going to have to pry this gym away from my cold, dead hands if you really want it, Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi leans in and grins without any humor. “Bring it on, Pretty Boy.”

Or, five-ish times that Oikawa Tooru has the grave misfortune of encountering the very annoying hot asshole of a baseball captain.

baseball player iwa is amazing and i love how slow kawa can be during this. 100% worth it. I love them.

words: 11,272 (1/1)

Blood Runs Blue - flourishstars

“He’s got a gun!”

Oikawa freezes. He doesn’t want to turn his head for the fear of what he might see, but he does. As he turns his head, his heart nearly stops.

A group of people stand at the door, with masks covering their faces. Oikawa’s eyes trail down, and his heart rate quickens as he realizes that they’re all carrying guns.

Oikawa has never feared for his life, but fuck, he does right now.

(Or, publicist Oikawa Tooru assists a jaded detective in solving a case, but they’re up against the clock, because time is running out.)

ugh just *chef’s kiss*. stuppendous, flawless, oh i loved this. It’s a bit violent so be wary. Definitely check the tags.

words: 27,623 (12/12)

I Choose You - TripsH

There's a tiny clock on his wrist, bright red numbers. It's supposed to tick, supposed to move, supposed to tell him when he'll meet his soulmate. The time will run to zero when they've met, moving numbers will become stationary—the ticking that signified uncertainty transforming to the silent stability of forever.

Iwaizumi Hajime's clock hasn't ticked for as long as he can remember.

Honestly this is a bit angsty (okay maybe more than a bit) but it is honestly very worth it. It’s a really nice soulmate au and it’s fun watching them grow. Though you might want to yell at them a bit to actually talk.

words: 9,315 (1/1)

The Lifespan of Asters - russianpotatofarm

20 Theme Challenge day 2: reading quietly “What do you need?” Hajime asks. The patient’s eyes light up. A little, anyway. He looks like he doesn’t have much left in him, and if he does, it’s either caffeine or heavy drugs. “Great! So, what does glioblastoma mean, anyway?” or, "god damn i never should have gone to med school," a novel by iwaizumi hajime (forward by yachi hitoka)

Okay so this does end with a Major Character Death so if that is not your thing don’t read it. It is very well written and I honestly had to stop and cry in my pillow for a bit.

words: 7,813 (1/1)

Shatter the Heavens - papaya_oyl

“Hey Iwa-chan, do you know the legend that if you die, you become a star? Your soul flies to the sky and there’s a place for you to stay. Everyone has their own spot that's been reserved for them since the moment they’re born, and the galaxy extends to hold every single person. You stay up there to watch over everyone else forever.” Oikawa turned his head and looked into Iwaizumi’s eyes. “I bet there’s someone up there watching us right now.”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi have moved to Tokyo together for university, and are living their lives playing volleyball, and spending almost all of their waking moments together. Everything is perfect. Until it isn’t, and when everything starts to fall apart, it’s up to Iwaizumi to fix what is broken.

Iwaizumi gazed into the eyes that shone with tears, seeing the galaxies that sparkled in those beautiful chocolate orbs.

“Make it go away, Iwa-chan. Please, make the pain go away.”

The stars weep and cry. The heavens destroy and ruin.

I won’t lie about this, I began crying about a 1/4 of the way through this. This HURTS so so so much but it is written incredibly. Iwa and Oikawa’s relationship is so wonderfully built and I’ll say it the end kills you for more than the reason you think it should. (Does have a Major Character Death.)

words: 30,390 (1/1)

Time - kylar

"Time takes. Time corrupts. Time destroys. Time is greedy and ruthless and uncaring. It rips through your life and takes everything you’ve ever cared about. It ruins everything it touches. It doesn’t care about love, it doesn’t care about promises. It mocks, it taunts, it teases us with promises it has no intention of keeping. It wrecks havoc, and even if you can see it coming, you can’t stop it. Time is pain. So don’t tell me time will heal my wounds. Time gave me these wounds."

Alright this is written in a different way but it’s incredible. And yes I bawled like a baby. Though it might be because of the Major Character Death. But yes an amazing read and 100% worth the tears.

words: 4,973 (1/1)

How Iwaizumi Hajime Got A Boyfriend - beemother

Maybe, just maybe, that hot pink dildo wasn't the worst gift.

or Iwaizumi finally tells his best friend that he loves him.

This is my shameless self plug. Yes it’s the iwaoi fic I wrote.

words: 2,998 (1/1)

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #fluff #angst #haikyuu #major character death #read on ao3 #ao3 #fanfic recommendation

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letterstomilen · 3 years

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i discuss the classification of igneous petrology as you fall asleep during my lecture (PART 2) (ASMR)

Childe/Zhongli, Alternate Universe When Childe's younger sister tells him about the volunteer at the library, he does not make the connection between that and his new favorite ASMR YouTuber, Rex Lapis.

Childe’s unfortunate love life starts at the age of eight. He, of course, did not call it “love” when he’s eight. When he was eight, he plucked a couple of weeds and sunflowers from his neighbor’s garden before he went to the park and handed them over to a classmate he doesn’t remember the name of now.

Handed over is an understatement here, seeing that she fell over from him shoving the flowers towards her chest before declaring, “Please marry me!”

In hindsight, storming over with the delicacy of an elephant with two left feet was not the best idea. But as somebody who recently discovered that watermelons could not grow out of your stomach no matter what, he was not the brightest. (Lumine now would argue that this is still the case. Unfortunately.)

She, as all eight-year kids would when faced with a loud boy that shoved you to the ground, started bawling. It didn’t help that Childe wasn’t aware of the fact that some worm wriggled in with the weeds and sunflowers he uprooted, with said worm now wiggling on the glittery, cursive ‘i’ in ‘Magical’ on her t-shirt.

This promptly resulted in her mom heading over and a long talk over dinner that night on why you should not ask girls to just marry you at your age.

“So I can ask boys then, right?”

Pleased with the loophole he discovered at age eight, Childe toothily smiled at his mom, who sighed and shook your head.

“You can’t ask anybody to marry you when you’re eight. And please don’t throw flowers at them too.”

The stolen flowers resulted in him being on his neighbor’s blacklist for the next couple of years; this in itself was fine, seeing that Childe was always a bit of a troublemaker and it was bound to happen at some point. However, the crying girl left a big impression on him even as he got older.

It did help that the older he got, the more silver-tongued he became, but this resulted in short-term relationships and a famous incident that once got dubbed ‘Tartaglia’s Shakespearean Slipup.’ (It involved a drunk retelling of Macbeth, several dumb questions, and a shirt that could never get the stain washed off of it.)

So in short, Childe’s love life is, to put it bluntly, a travesty. It has been downhill ever since he was eight years old, and nearly two decades later, he’s sure that he finally hit rock bottom.

“Tonia,” he begins, wondering how his little sister could be so cute yet so cruel at the same time, “what did you not tell Zhongli?”

“Hmm… Oh, I didn’t tell him about your obsession with his channel!” And cue the self-satisfied smile before she took another sip of his coffee.

Oh lord, she learned it from him.

“Anything else?” he presses, wondering what kind of image he has of him now — definitely not a good one. No amount of smooth talking or knowledge about petrology could save him from his past mistakes. He’s sure that Zhongli would not take kindly to the plethora of times that his insobriety has made him infamous among certain groups of people.

And he’ll admit just to himself, he was wholly unprepared for this. He couldn’t even be lulled to sleep by his voice last night — which is unfortunate because the series where he discussed the inspiration behind Tao Yuanming’s work just came out and if there’s one thing Childe likes, it’s poetry — because he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that he knew who he was.

Except not as Childe. As Tartaglia, his younger sister clarified, ever so proud of herself that she taught somebody how to say his birth name correctly, never mind that it stumped even the most persistent of professors.

“Not really! He said he likes listening to me brag about my older brother! ‘Cause he’s an only child and everything. Actually… he mentioned that you’d like to hear your stories sometime. Sweet, right?”

“My stories,” Childe echoes slowly. “The ones I told you when you were a kid? The fairytale rip-offs?”

“Yup.”

“Including the one where the kids locked the evil queen up and used her Magic Mirror to cheat on their tests?”

Admittedly, he was a bit lazy with that one. But Tonia was just eight and Childe was half-awake, trying to remember the difference between Hudibrastic and hija. So, like any good literature major with a bone to pick with their academic advisor, he decided that he’d very subtly rehash Snow White and make it all about cheating. (On tests of course.)

“Yuup. They got in trouble, right?”

They didn’t, but his mom would have his head if he said otherwise, so he smiles at her, ruffles her hair, and says with the attitude of a picture-perfect older brother, “Of course. The evil queen immediately sent them to the dungeon. So don’t cheat, okay?”

She nods, rewarding her compliance with another sip of his coffee. The library is fairly close to their apartment, as all things in Liyue are. A tightly packed city by the sea where you were sure to know everything about your neighbor and their neighbor. Which meant that the tenants next door still remembered when Childe first moved in and spent a week high on ambien, only to invest his time in writing a paper about how Snowpiercer was the sequel to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. (When they spoke for the first time, they asked politely if he could please turn down the volume, because it was difficult to sleep when your neighbor watched the two movies consecutively with the volume all the way up at three in the morning, don’t you think?)

(The paper ended up being legible to only the most dedicated of readers anyways.)

Deciding that they’re an appropriate distance from the entrance of the library now, Tonia stops walking and drags her brother towards the benches. “Now, before I take you to meet Zhongli, I just want to ask you one thing.”

He looks at her expectantly, wondering if she’s going to ask if he remembers what Lumine said. Don’t embarrass yourself, don’t act shady, and before you do something—think ITWTWW? (A.K.A Is This What Tsaritsa Would Want? A joke that arose after a particularly hellish class last year after the professor’s attention towards Childe was a source of debate—did she hate him? Did she think of him as her son? Did he—a suggestion brought forth by Aether—remind her of annoying neighbors that’d spend all night partying? To this day, he still doesn’t know.)

“What is it?”

“Did you bring your library card?”

“Huh?”

It turns out, Childe learns five minutes later with relief that his long-forgotten library card was collecting dust in his wallet, that Zhongli has a limit on books he can check out because he’s always forgetting them. And his overdue fees are quite an impressive sum—both for a library volunteer and anybody that’s frequented a library for the past decade.

But to the library’s great relief, he’s only checking out books nobody has ever checked out in the past so by default they belong to him now. (No harm no foul—unless you’re the occasional poor individual that has to research an incredibly specific and niche topic only to find out that the book is not in the library at the moment.)

Tonia sounds immensely proud of herself as she informs him of this while they wait for him to finish help somebody find a book. Help is an understatement, Childe realizes, as he watches Zhongli talk, smiling as he ensnares the visitor in an answer to a question where “yes” or “no” would have sufficed.

It’s ridiculously cute. Really. Tonia seems used to this sight as she drags Childe closer to the two. Zhongli must’ve realized that he slipped into a tangent because he apologizes and points to the nonfiction section before opening his book once more.

“Oh… I forgot.” Tonia purses her lips the same way Lumine does as she sighs, lowering the hand that she was enthusiastically waving moments earlier.

“Hm?”

“He won’t notice us. Ah, Zhongli,” she says melodramatically while they watch him flip through pages in a book, her tone every bit the longing princess in books they poured over when she was younger. “Why can’t you see us? Isn’t my wonderful big brother enough to catch your attention?”

He’s very flattered. Really. He knows that compliment was partially influenced by letting her have a lion’s share of his drink and Lumine’s sarcasm, but he takes it in stride, squeezing her cheeks. Tonia rolls her eyes in response, and heads over to Zhongli, chatting him up quicker than Childe can respond.

“And this is my older brother,” she introduces, gesturing her hand towards Childe, who smiles brightly, hoping he looks every bit the composed person he doesn’t feel like right now.

Zhongli is just as charming in person and it doesn’t help that just the realization he’s standing right here makes Childe’s pulse race, contributing to his increasingly forced smile that he reserves for uncomfortable situations. Oblivious to that, Zhongli smiles at him—one that is ingrained in his memory from days of watching it on loop —and says, “You must be Tartaglia, right? Tonia told me a lot about you.”

Oh fuck.

His first thought: of course she told him about him. He knew beforehand, the dread of being characterized through his sister’s dramatizations of Childe’s mistakes. It’s partially why he could only get up this morning through two cups of coffee and dunking his head in the freezer for several minutes.

But also his name—

Childe’s torn between asking why the hell his sister told him his real name or excusing himself to go read a dictionary to cool his nerves. Even though he’s well aware most of his family calls him Tartaglia still—mainly his parents when he’s in trouble (which, to be fair, is most of the time)—most people in Liyue call him Childe for two reasons.

One, Tartaglia is a mouthful and two, after many questions about how his name was pronounced only to get it butchered on several occasions, he’s stopped. (Scaramouche, Tsaritsa, and Signora are the only ones who call him that at this point, really; but he’s convinced Scaramouche does it just to vex him.)

“Yes,” he chokes out. “That’s me. Tartaglia.”

Childe decides that if Zhongli would just say his name and nothing else, he would die happy. Which is a mortifying thought but maybe a little bit of an upgrade from falling asleep to listening him talk about rocks. Isn’t it?

“You can call him Childe,” Tonia offers. “My brother doesn’t like it when people call him Tartgalia.”

His mouth forms an ‘o’ out of realization and sheepishly says, “My deepest apologies, Childe.”

“N-no—” Childe starts, his sister’s expression burning into the back of his head. “It sounds really nice when you say it. Call me Tartaglia—anything you’d like, really.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Tonia smiles mischievously, implying that she never forgot all along as she raises a finger to her chin in mock thought. “You watch his ASMR channel, don’t you?”

“You do?”

They both turn to Childe, who’s sure this is turning into an interrogation; their burning gazes, the expectant silence, and a question he’s reluctant to answer.

“Yeah. I’m a huge fan,” he confesses brightly. “My favorite series of yours is the petrology one. It felt really nostalgic.”

He never thought he’d remember high school clearly ever again, but the videos made his classes a little less lazy. And the heat of the sun on the back of his neck as he slept in class would follow, lulled to sleep by a lecture he couldn’t quite remember. But he recalled his friends’ amusement clearly when they asked how he managed to sleep nearly every class, only to get a cheeky smile as an answer.

“Is that so? May I interest you in some books then? There’s quite the collection here, although I’m not sure which would interest you the most then. Any preferences?”

Ohhh, his expectant look was so cute. But Tonia looks bored at the prospect, so he clears his throat instead.

“Actually, I came here to check out Legend of the Lone Sword so I could follow along with your newest video,” he finally says. “Could you show me where it is?”

“Hmm… We do have two copies but unfortunately both have been checked out. One has just been checked out by Xingqiu and the other… ah, it’s still at my house. We’re having difficulties with the video unfortunately because Venti said… now what did he say?” Zhongli asks himself, humming as he takes out his phone and reads out loud.

“’Find somebody that’s willing to record the video and help you set up b-c’… er, before Christ?”

“Because,” Childe clarifies.

“Thank you. ‘Because I can’t do it without laughing’,” he finishes before sighing. “Also several crying emojis followed by a wine emoji and a suggestion for me to find Diluc…? There are also several other texts that I would not be able to read out loud but that’s the gist of it. As soon as I manage to find somebody, I’ll be able to return the book so you can check it out. My apologies.”

Diluc? All Childe remembers about him is what Lumine once said about him.

‘I was convinced him and Kaeya hated each other until I found out they were siblings.” A pause. Then: ‘I’m still fairly sure they hate each other. They’re at each other’s throats a lot. Diluc more so.’

He had not considered him to be a rival in love. Granted — that’s limited information from several years ago but it’s not as if Childe knows that many people outside of his own department. But still.

Eager to save any chance of a love life, Childe says, “Why don’t I help you record?”

“That’s a great idea! Then my brother can read the book while he stays over. Right?” Tonia presses on, smiling far too brightly for his taste as Zhongli muses, considering the possibility.

“Are you sure that wouldn’t be too much trouble?”

Childe nearly stumbles at the sight of his relief. Really, his smile isn’t good for his heart—neither is the look he gives him, as if he hung over the moon that very moment. “None at all.”

“What a relief… I’ll tell Venti immediately that I can record the ‘ASMR: Boyfriend Reads to You’ video.”

—What?

Zhongli looks up from his phone after he texts his friend and tilts his head slightly in confusion, his earring brushing against his shoulder.

He looks adorably concerned and maybe a little bit aware that he’s responsible for Childe’s reaction. “Is there something wrong?”

“N-no. Nothing. That’s great. Good. I’m excited to be your boyfriend.”

Tonia lets out a little giggle and he’s sure that there’s somebody at the library silently praying for his downfall as he hurriedly corrects himself. “For the video, of course. Should I give you my number so we can set a date?”

Not deterred by Childe’s flustered expression, Zhongli nods as he hands him his phone. Maybe this is what he expected—that’d most likely be the case if most of his prior knowledge about Childe came from Tonia, who delights in both embarrassing and complimenting her brother like there’s no tomorrow. “Of course. Please give me your number.”

So with the shame of a college student that never managed to shake off his competitive streak from high school, Childe types his number in and promises himself that this won’t happen again.

(His younger sister lords it over him anyways on the way home, a skip in her step as she recalls it.)

Childe 2:34 i got his #

Twin 1 2:35 for the video recording*

Twin 1 2:35 u also embarrassed yourself. tonia told me all about it lol

Ugh. Of course she did. Childe peeks his head into his sister’s room, hearing her recount the library incident with a few more exaggerations poking fun at what he did than he’d like. Aether must be having the time of his life, which should make them equal considering that Childe made him think that Scaramouche was the best TA ever and would be even nicer if you made him an apple pie. (He hated apples.)

Well. They’re even now, aren’t they?

Childe 2:38 ya but he didn’t notice so its ok. BTW neither of u told me he was that airheaded

Twin 1 2:38 itd be funnier that way

Childe 2:39 oh yeah it was really cute

Twin 1 2:41 didn’t need to know that. anyways u do know how to work a camera right?

Childe 2:41 yea…? who do you think takes all of tonia’s pictures

Twin 1 2:42 no i mean like actual professional cameras used to record

Hm… That was a bit of an oversight on his part, wasn’t it? He texts a quick ‘yeah’ because it couldn’t be that bad and he’ll watch several videos on how to work a camera later, won’t he? There should be three buttons max. Easy.

Not to mention he took an elective on film and he’s watched Zhongli’s videos more times than he can count at this point. So really, there’s not much to worry about. The only problem is that he needs to build up immunity.

If he looks like a “blushing maiden”—Tonia’s words, not his—every time Zhongli looks at him, wouldn’t that be trouble? It’s bad enough that he embarrassed himself in front of his twelve-year-old sister but to look like a fool in front of the same guy his sleeping schedule depends on would be debilitating in more ways than one.

Deciding that he won’t let himself lose this time around, he sends a quick text to Zhongli saying ‘Saturday at 4:00 PM, right? See you there :)’ to psyche himself up before deciding a plan of action. There must be something that’ll impress him—no, completely sweep him off his feet.

More aware than ever that he’s fitting the image of a lovestruck idiot his sister painted him as, Childe watches his phone as it pings with a single ‘OK’ and ‘I am looking forward to working with you’ trying to convince himself that his erratic heart rate and the heat rushing to his face is just a side effect of working with somebody that he greatly admires. (It is, by all accounts, infatuation — but he’ll try to ignore that for now.)

#Genshin Impact #Childe/Zhongli #Childe & Tonia #Childe & Lumine #asmr fic p2 #asmr fic

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hii! do you have any chinese drama recommendations? i'm desperately in need of some good cdramas, and you seem to have great taste! :-)

Of course :) here’s a somewhat lengthy list of my favorite cdramas that I would recommend you watch! Almost all of these are available on either Netflix, Youtube, Viki, or the IQIYI app. If you have trouble finding links let me know!

Go Ahead (40 episodes): Hands down my favorite modern cdrama of all time. It follows these three children to adulthood who all come from dysfunctional families. They end up becoming this big found family with a widowed father who runs a noodle shop + a police officer. It’s adorable, hilarious, and absolutely heartbreaking. I still can’t listen to the OST without bawling my eyes out. If you like the found family trope and slice-of-life dramas go ahead and check this out. (spoiler alert: it DOES have a happy ending!!)

The Untamed (50 episodes): I feel like I don’t need to explain this but in case you haven’t watched this I really recommend you do! The length is daunting (I’m still watching it right now) and it’s confusing but it’s worth it.

Lovely Us (16 episodes): This is a hidden little gem that I wish more people would talk about. It takes place in 2007 and it’s about this group of friends who navigate high school, first love, family problems, and life together. It reminds me so much of the Korean drama series Reply because of the bond between the friends, family, and the neighborhood. This drama gives me the feeling of being wrapped up in a big blanket while drinking hot chocolate. You will find it hard to dislike ANY of the characters.

The Bad Kids (12 episodes): Okay @ EVERYONE please go watch this masterpiece of a drama I’m begging you. This is a crime/thriller/mystery about these three kids who witness a murder and essentially blackmails the murderer. It’s one of the best dramas I have ever watched. The acting, especially from the children, is phenomenal. I don’t think many people have watched this and it sucks because it’s so so good. I don’t want to give a ton of info about this because of spoilers but if you like crime/thrillers or dramas that generally explore the human psyche check this out! It’s pretty dark though so be aware of that!

The Romance of the Tiger and Rose (24 episodes): This is about this modern day script writer who gets transported into her own story! Except plot twist: instead of being the FL she ends up playing the role of an insignificant character who dies early in the story. Obviously she ends up defying this early death and changes the storyline completely. Along the way she gains enemies, falls in love, and well...creates chaos. It’s incredibly adorable, hilarious, and refreshing! The main romance between the script writer + the prince is swoon worthy (and kind of ridiculous in the best of ways).

Put Your Head on My Shoulder (24 episodes): The best way to describe this drama is that it’s just pure fluff. There is zero angst which some would find boring because there isn’t that many conflicts but honestly? I loved every second of it. It’s about these two college students on the cusp of graduating who ends up moving in with each other. It follows the basic “bubbly FL and cold ML” formula but in reality the ML is never mean to her at all. Rather he’s just socially awkward and clueless about love. It’s my go to comfort show to watch and it always brings a smile on my face.

The Best of You In My Mind (24 episodes): Childhood friends to lovers gets me every time and this drama really delivers on that front. It’s about this veterinary student and this archery player who attempt to navigate the woes of young adulthood. The romance is super cute and so are the side characters! It does focus a lot on archery + the team the ML is on but I thought it was interesting.

A Little Thing Called First Love (36 episodes): This is one of the most wholesome and sweetest dramas I have every watched. It’s about this shy/awkward girl who falls in love with one of the most popular guys in schools. They end up at the same college and slowly shift from friends to lovers. But this is a slow burn so if that is not your style you might want to stay away. Still, the wait was worth it because the ML and FL are honestly just awkward little puppies :)

Winter Begonia (49 episodes): I’m still watching this so I have no clue how this ends but EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP SLEEPING ON THIS!!! This is in the same boat as the Untamed and The Guardian in which it’s based on a BL novel but is censored. It’s about this Peking opera performer and a wealthy businessman in the 1930′s-1940′s. It explores the Japanese invasion in Beiping and how the ML’s + characters around them struggle with it. Even if it’s censored it’s pretty clear to tell that the ML’s are in love with the way they look at each other and their actions. Plus they call each other soulmates so like...yeah. But it is a quite heavy historical drama full of angst so it’s understandable why this would not be everyone��s cup of tea.

Take My Brother Away (30 episodes): Yet another gem that is not talked about that much. This is about a pair of siblings who become codependent on each other because their mother left + father is absent. It’s very comical and wacky but it’s also really heartwarming.

Other C-Dramas that I recommend (** are the ones that I high rec)

Dating in the Kitchen

Arsenal Military Academy **

You Are So Sweet

A Love So Beautiful

With You

My Huckleberry Friends **

Professional Single

Le Coup de Foudre **

Begin Again

Guardian

When We Were Young **

When a Snail Falls in Love

The Best of Us

#i hope this helps!#i'm always down to give recs/talk about my favorite shows #my favorite cdrama genre is youth/modern so i haven't watched any of the lengthy historical ones #but i heard that nirvana in fire/love and redemption/ashes in love is well liked #ashes of love **#cdrama recs

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fangirlsovertoomanythings · 2 years

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Dark - Netflix is such a good show but there are so few people talking about it, so I decided to ramble a little bit about what might be my favorite show on the platform, even topping Squid Game and Kipo.

Before we start, I'd like to put a warning for unreality since we are dealing with time paradoxes and multiple realities + suicide mentions, and say I will be getting into minor spoilers for the entire show, so if this is not your cup of tea, leave and go see my Sherlock Holmes YouTuber AU instead.

Dark is a german show that follows the life of Jonas Kahnwald after the suicide of his father, Michael Kahnwald, as he unravels what is truly wrong with his birth city, Winden. Along we way, we meet a vast cast of characters that are all connected to the issue, such as the mysterious priest that goes by the allias Noah, Jonas' girl crush Martha Nielsen, and so on, and The Stranger that shows up at times in Jonas' life.

The entire show is told unchronologically, but never loses it's beat. Every single character action makes sense in retrospect, and you get foreshadowing for many events as you go. The show doesn't talk down to it's audience and leaves some mysteries to be solved by the viewers themselves, such as the identity of the mysterious man who was killed by Noah in the mines around the 50's being Bartosz - the show uses it's flawless casting in it's advantage on that scene, I only recognized the character by how similar his jaw was when compared to teenager Bartosz and I absolutely adore it.

If you are used to anime characters going on tangents, then seeing these characters going on tangents is not as jarring: sometimes a conversation can lead into a more philosophical path, where it mirrors what is happening on-screen. The dialogue of the play on the first season mirrors how Hannah can be untrustworthy to get what she wants, for example. I find it a clever way to make exposition interesting!

Every character has their own personality, though they don't have much charisma or defyning character voice. The show may be about the characters, but they never stand out that much other than their actions and motivations - you don't get to see their charisma show in their personalities even if you do know them, that's what I mean. Jonas Kahnwald will talk in a similar manner than Ulrich Nielsen for example, and you don't get many characteristics that stand out all that much. That being said, you still care about these characters at the end of the day - I bawled my eyes off at the finale, like I would do for more charismatic characters like those in The Good Place. The show is just that good.

The soundtrack is amazing, I can't remember a theme song that matches more a series in my life. "For neither ever nor never, goodbye" makes so much sense after you finish the entire show, but I shalln't say how~

I need to add, though, the show has a bunch of accidental incest in it so if you get triggered by it, don't watch it. Fair warnings include:

1. Incest

2. Sex scenes

3. Unreality

4. Suicide

5. Alcohol/Drugs

So if you are under 16, do NOT watch it. To the minors following me, this isn't as traumatizing as Squid Game would be, but it can get to you. You may not be yet read to see these themes being treated on-screen, and if that's the case I would recommend searching for PG 12/14 shows or movies and since I am a good person, I shall name a few that you may like: Red Alert (2021) is a PG 12 heist movie, as well as Army of Thieves (14).

All of that being said, Dark does have it's problematic bits, in my opinion. It falls on that place where teenagers seem to be constantly talking about drugs, sex, etc, and there is even a scene where kid Claudia Tiedmann asks to see a boy around her age's dick. There is also the character of Bernadette being the only transgender character on the show and she is your local sassy sex worker, which I heard is a common trope to transgender women in media, who is not that relevant to the plot aswell (at least she gets a happy ending, but that's all the kudos I give to the team for that). At least, at the very least, the lesbians didn't get the short end of the stick: Agnes and Mrs. Tiedemann seem very wholesome when they are together. Still cheating though

In summary, I think the goods of the show compensate for the bads and I HIGHLY recommend it

#dark #dark netflix #long post #please guys i need fanfiction that isnt noah being a bad person. i want to see him memeing shit with elisabeth

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beanst0ck · 4 years

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Hey there! I was wondering if I could request a YouTube! or Famous! AU with Kuroo? He is one of the two and is dating either a nonfamous or less famous s/o, but Kuroo is constantly shipped with another well known person and they’re starting to get insecure about not being enough for him? You can choose whether or not their relationship is public or if they will go public, if the other celeb reciprocates, etc. I’ve seen a lot of cheater!Kuroo fics and it’s making me sad ;-; -🥧anon (1/2)

i almost shipped him with kenma lMAO-

im so sorry this took so long, i had the draft ready to be posted in my notes but it deleted and i got really uninspired to rewrite it :(

it’s angsty at the beginning but it gets fluffy at the end dw 😌

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kuroo x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞?

You hugged your pillow closer to your chest, trying to think up of ways to ignore the icky feelings swelling up in your chest. No matter how many times you try and block out the laughter coming from down the hallway, all you could think about was how happy Kuroo seemed.

Kuroo was currently collaborating with another female youtuber, one that goes by the name ‘Amiex’. She quickly rose to fame and was now currently the talk of social media thanks to all the collaboration videos she’s done with other popular creators. You’ve actually had the chance to meet her once and she acknowledged your relationship with Kuroo. You know she wasn’t trying to take him from you, but that didn’t stop the nasty thoughts flooding your head.

The constant shipping from their fans weren’t helping either. You couldn’t blame them much though, Kuroo prefered to keep his private life away from social media as much as possible. Most of it was because he knew you weren’t comfortable having so many eyes on you. But no matter how many times Kuroo denied having any romantic feelings for Amiex, the fans would turn a blind eye to it. Compared to her you were just a normal person, average. You had no idea why Kuroo took an interest in someone like you.

You even felt that Kuroo was distancing himself from you to spend more time on his YouTube career and Ami but you didn’t have the guts to say anything. You felt you didn’t have the right to— who were you to tell him to stop doing something he loved? You wanted to support him, even if it hurt to see him slowly drift away from you.

Not noticing Kuroo watching you from the doorway you let a few tears slip past your closed eyes and quickly bury your face in the pillow you held, hoping that you’d be able to muffle the sobs that would soon start to come out of your mouth. Kuroo quickly walked over to you upon seeing you try and hide your tears.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) what’s wrong!” Kuroo rushed over to your side and began gently shaking you, the panic evident in his trembling voice.

Your grip around the pillow tightened. You didn’t want Kuroo to see you like this, crying over some stupid assumption you made. Kuroo stopped shaking you and began trying to take away your pillow. You let out muffled complaints, trying to resist his pulling. Eventually Kuroo realizes that you’re not going to give up hiding your face so he stops pulling. He sighs and rubs your arm, “ (Y/n), what’s wrong? Please tell me..”

Slowly you began to sit up and leaned against the headrest of your shared bed, still not letting go of the pillow. No matter how many times Kuroo has seen you cry, you hated doing it in front of him. You felt as if you were putting pressure on him to comfort you when in reality Kuroo would do anything to make you happier— no hesitation. Kuroo sat there with you in silence, waiting for you to calm down your sniffles so you could speak. As much as he hated hearing your sad sniffles, he wanted you to take your time.

You spoke into the pillow, hoping Kuroo would somehow manage to hear you. Sadly all he heard was muffled gibberish. He scooted closer to you, “I can’t hear you kitten, could you please put the pillow down?”

You nodded, slowly removing the pillow from your face. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get the remaining tears out of the way.

“Do you still love me?”

Once those words fell from your mouth Kuroo’s eyes widened in disbelief. You were crying because you thought he didn’t love you anymore? Kuroo felt his eyes begin to water slightly once your words fully settled in his mind and he immediately pulled you towards him, embracing you in a tight hug. What hurt him a little more was when you didn’t hug him back.

“Of course I do! Why would you think that?!” Kuroo immediately regretted the way he said it once he saw you flinch at the tone of his voice. He didn’t mean for his tone to sound angry, but it just came out that way.

“I don’t know! You’ve just.. it feels like you keep ignoring me!” tears began to slide down your cheeks, “all your time is spent recording videos with Ami and I know she’s just a friend but! You seem a lot more happier when you’re working with her! I can’t help but think that you don’t love me anymore, I’m sorry...”

The room was silent after your explanation. You started crying again, but unlike last time you were now full on bawling your eyes out. “I know I probably sound so stupid right now because you tell me everyday how much I mean to you, but-“

“Of course I still love you..”

You try and calm your crying, trying to understand what Kuroo just said. “H-huh?”

“I’m so sorry, I’m the reason you’re crying,” He pulled away from the embrace and you see a few tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, “I love you and only you, (Y/n). I’ll tell it to you as many times as I need to for you to believe it. I’m so sorry for making you feel this way, you don’t deserve it.” He pulled you into another embrace and this time, you returned it.

Later that night you told Kuroo you didn’t mind if he told his fans about you. Kuroo made sure that you were one hundred percent sure you were fine with it and when you told him you were, he posted the news on twitter. Many of his fans apologized for pushing the ship too far and they congratulated you two some even wanted you to record videos with him and Ami while others were sad their ship would not come true.

That night Kuroo spent all of his time making sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#haikyuu angst #kuroo angst #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyū!!#hq kuroo #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x reader #nekoma #🥧anon #bean writes

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fanficimagery · 4 years

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I Will Not Bow

Summary: After moving out to LA, you quickly find yourself being adopted into a group of Youtubers. Everything is fine until one of the squad has a falling out with everyone and decides to make a video “spilling the tea”. And though you never had a problem with this particular person, you’re surprised to find out she has dug into your past and brought it up for everyone to know.

Words: 2.6K Warnings: Language. Trisha bashing. If you’re a fan of hers, then this Imagine is just not for you. Requested by anonymous who said: Hi! If you’re currently taking requests would you please be able to write a Vlog Squad x Reader where maybe the reader has a shady/troubled past that comes to light? You can put a spin on it if you want!

You've been feeling run down these past couple of days that you've stayed home in order to not get anyone else sick. Staying home, however, didn't stop your friends from bringing over soup or packages of medicine to help you get better sooner. And while you appreciated their thoughtfulness, you couldn't help but send them on their way as soon as possible. Then when your friends got the hint you didn't want them around to catch anything, they kept their distance and relied on texting or video calling.

And it's on your fourth day of being sick that your phone starts to blow up- comments on Instagram rolling in with everyone tagging you. Against your better judgement you read them and quickly find out the source of everyone's sudden interest is because of a newly uploaded video by Trisha. Your stomach drops upon seeing the title of her video and you already know it's going to be ugly. Whatever tea she's spilled, it can't be good. Especially since most of the comments are questioning your loyalty and motives.

The so-called tea starts off with petty drama that Trisha picked up on within the squad and ran with it. She puts her own twist on the truth to make it seem like it's bigger than it really is, and talks about who really is genuine and who's not. But then your name pops up and you nearly throw up when she brings up your arrest record. You hadn't told a single soul about your past since you've moved to LA and here Trisha is bringing it up for all her subscribers and even making assumptions about who you are.

"What a bitch," you mumble.

Not only are you sad and hurt this has all been brought up after you've decided to start fresh, but you're royally pissed off. How dare she.

So after taking a moment, you quickly make yourself somewhat presentable and decide to go live on Instagram. You stare at yourself on your phone, sighing as you notice everyone showing up to see what you have to say and/or immediately bombarding you with hateful comments. Clearing your throat, you finally address them. "I'm obviously here to address the things Trisha has said about me, so I'll give you guys a few minutes to tag your friends and bring them here or whatever."

In the span of twenty seconds, your friends have sent text after text but you ignore them.

Then once you've decided you've waited long enough, you speak. "So by now, I'm pretty sure a lot of you are curious about what Trisha said in her video and that's why you're here watching me. And for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, Trisha posted a video where she basically stabbed the entire Vlog Squad in the back. And while I'm sure the others can probably laugh about what Trisha spilled about them, I cannot and will not forgive her for bringing up my arrest record."

You cough and then quickly take a sip of water, sighing a moment later and getting right back into it. "The thing is, a few years ago I was in a shitty place in my life. I had a good life, don't get me wrong, but I just- I buckled under the pressure my family was putting on me to do good. And like all stories go, I fell in with the wrong crowd. I consumed too much alcohol and took too many drugs to just forget the reality I was living in. I stole money from my family so I could pay for my addictions and when they started to keep count of their money, I then resorted to stealing their property and pawning it all just so I could get my fix."

Feeling your eyes tear up, you pause to take another sip of water and get rid of the lump in your throat. You readjust the angle of your phone and lean back in your seat, averting your eyes as you continue. "My parents threatened to kick me out if I didn't clean up my act and you know what I did? I scoffed in their faces, packed up my shit, and went to go live with the people I thought I could rely on. My addictions became worse and I ended up in the hospital a handful of times. And though I did have moments of clarity where I wanted to return home, I couldn't. I burned so many bridges that I didn't even know where or how to start making amends."

By now, the tears are flowing but you merely wipe them away. You need to finish your story. "What really opened my eyes was the day we broke into a man's house and said man ended up with a bullet in his gut." Your voice cracks so you stop talking. You momentarily get up and walk off, only to return a moment later. Your right knee bounces anxiously off screen and it's taking everything in you to not start bawling. "My, uh, my friend recruited me into breaking into a man's house. I was so high out of my mind that I agreed. I agreed to breaking and entering, and stealing whatever electronics I could shove into a duffel bag. Everything was going smoothly until the house owner came downstairs. I didn't know at the time, but my friend was armed. He was armed and when the house owner threatened to call the cops, my friend shot him. He shot him and he- shit," you curse, pinching the bridge of your nose as your emotions get the best of you.

After a moment of inhaling and exhaling deeply, you continue. "I remember screaming and crying. I dropped everything I had in my arms, stripped off my sweatshirt, and dropped to my knees next to the homeowner to make sure I stopped the bleeding. My friend threatened to shoot me if I didn't get up, but I- I couldn't. There was a man bleeding out beneath my hands and I was not about to leave him. So even though I had a gun to the back of my head, I managed to pull out my phone and dial 911." You take a moment to catch your breath, shakily breathing in and out. "I spent a year in jail and several months in rehab, and my sentence would have been a lot longer if the homeowner hadn't spoken up on my behalf in court.

"So yes, Trisha is right. I've been to jail and not a single one of my friends here in LA knew about it. Because you see, the thing is, I did my time. I paid the price for my actions, I made amends with the people I burned and hurt, and I spent a lot of time volunteering and just cleaning up my name back home. And then I decided to move here, to a place where I wouldn't be the little girl who made shitty life choices and had been to jail, and left the past in the past. Only now- now Trisha's dragged it all back up.

"So Trisha, when you no doubt see this, I have a few words for you. Ready? Because here they are. Fuck you. What gives you the right to dig into my past like that and put it all in a Youtube video? Are you really that desperate for views? You are a piece of shit human being, Trisha, and I hope those that you still call friends come to this realization as well. Am I being harsh? Maybe. Am I sorry? Fuck no. You can save those crocodile tears that we'll no doubt see in your next video about how mean I'm being to you. No one believes them and everyone laughs at you anyway."

By now the tears have dried up, but your cheeks are still sticky and your eyes feel a bit puffy. "I don't know what the hell I did to you to make you think it was alright for you to air out my business like that, nor do I care anymore. I'm done with you. And for my friends who are no doubt watching this, if you're still my friends, you know where to find me if you want to talk. My phone is going to be off for a couple days so drop by if you need anything."

After ending the live feed, you turn off your phone. You walk over to the couch where you end up collapsing on it, sobbing into a blanket and curling up on your side.

- X - X - X - X - X -

You don't know how long it's been that you've fallen asleep when there's banging on your front door. It takes you a moment to get your bearings back and when you do, you get up to go open the door. Upon opening it you find David, Natalie, Jeff, and Jason.

"Hey," you meekly greet them.

Immediately, Natalie steps forward and envelops you in a hug. "Oh my god. How are you holding up? We've all seen the videos and everyone is pissed at Trisha."

As Natalie steps back, you momentarily twist up your mouth to attempt keeping any tears at bay. In the end, it doesn't work. "Is anyone mad at me?"

"No one's mad," David says. "We're kind of curious as to why you kept it a secret, but we're not mad."

After David gives you a brief hug, Jeff steps up and grins. "Chin up, fellow convict. We're in this together."

"Smooth, Jeff. Very smooth." You huff a small laugh as Jason nudges him out of the way, he then taking his turn in hugging you. "I'm so sorry about what happened, Y/N."

You shake your head. "Don't apologize for your ex's shitty behavior. She's the one that needs to apologize, but even if she does I'll never forgive her for this."

Shutting the door behind your friends, you follow Jason into your living room.

"Hey, Y/N, is it cool if I record?"

"David, if you didn't record whatever you're here for, then I'd be worried."

"Okay," he laughs. "Just checking."

As David sets up his camera on your coffee table, you sit next to Natalie on the couch. Jeff sits the recliner, Jason takes a seat on the ottoman, and David sits on your other side so you're sandwiched between him and Natalie.

"So what do you wanna know?" You ask, sighing. Better to get it out of the way and over with.

As kindly as possible, Natalie asks, "Why didn't you tell us about your past?"

"I.. I didn't want anyone to make light of my situation. Everyone jokes about Jeff's past, and it is funny every now and then, but my situation was a lot different than his and I was scared of jokes being made. The stuff I've been through and the stuff I did, it is not something to joke about."

"If you had just said so, we'd have understood," Jason says.

"I know, but-" you pause, wiping at the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, "I guess I was just scared to make demands of you guys since I'm still the new girl. And plus I was scared of what you all would think of me. I did some shitty stuff and I didn't want you guys second guessing me. So just so we're clear, I no longer do any of that I stuff. I don't drink, I don't do drugs, and I don't steal. That's been over for a very long time."

Your friends all chuckle.

As you all settle down, it's Natalie who says, "For what it's worth, and David better cut this out for his video, I'm glad your secret came out. I'm not happy about the way it came out, but just that it's out now. I'm happy we get to know more about you, the good and the bad."

"We've all done shitty things in our pasts," Jeff says. "What matters now is that you've changed. You're no longer that person, so if you don't want us to bring it up again, we won't."

"I really appreciate that," you say. "But unfortunately I still have to talk to everyone else about this. They deserve to know everything if they're going to continue being my friend."

"Well as I said earlier," David pipes up, "no one is mad. Curious, but not mad."

"Of course they would be. But fair warning, the first jail joke out of Dom's mouth and I'll start swinging."

David laughs. "We'll just keep that part a surprise for him."

A few days after your rant on Instagram and yet another video from Trisha where she cried big fat tears because you were just so mean, you're riding around with David and a few others in his Tesla. Everyone in your friend group has been getting comments about your character, especially after you went off on Trisha, saying that you were being a bully. And now your friends have had enough.

Jason sits in the passenger seat as David drives, Ilya behind David and Alex behind Jason as you sit in the middle of the third row.

With the camera rolling on David's dash and his eyes on the road, he finally addresses everything himself. "So lately we've been getting a lot of comments about Y/N since Trisha posted that video of hers."

"And it's only gotten worse since Y/N defended herself," Jason says.

"Now I'm one who normally lets the drama die down," David picks back up, "but after everything was put out in the open and some comments were made, I've come to the conclusion that I'm one hundred percent in Y/N's corner."

"We all are!" Ilya says, looking around David's seat.

"Trisha and I had our falling out," Jason says, "and for some reason she felt the need to attack everyone in our friend group even if they had done her no wrong. But bringing Y/N's past into the present after she's tried so hard to leave it behind her? That was just way wrong."

"And because I called her a piece of shit human being for what she did to me, I'm the bully?" You exclaim. "That's such bullshit! Half of you only like her because of her connection to Jeffree Star and the other half only like her because she's an easy fuck."

"Y/N, nooo," Jason groans.

Alex, Ilya, and David all laugh. You do too, but then you sigh and roll your eyes. "Okay so that was harsh. I went a step too far and I apologize for that comment I just now made. But I still stand by my Instagram video."

"With all that being said, knock it off with all the hate," David says. "We get it. Y/N has a shady past, but you know what? It's her past and that's exactly where it should stay."

For the rest of the ride, you listen as the boys poke fun at one another. The drama with Trisha is pushed to the back burner and you take a moment to just breathe, and be thankful for your newfound friends. They had every right to be distrustful of you, but they chose to hear you out instead. They chose to defend you and let your past be your past.

"Y/N. Hey, Y/N!"

You snap to attention. "Yeah? What?"

"Chipotle or In-N-Out? You're the tiebreaker."

"Chipotle. Duh."

"Yes!" David cheers. "I knew she wouldn't let me down."

As Alex and Jason groan about your choice in food, you sigh happily as you relax in your seat. Because though you're still pissed about Trisha spilling the tea on your past, you're also kind of grateful because it brought you closer to your friends. But you'd never admit that out loud. Nope. No way.

#fanficimagery #imagine #vlog squad x reader #vlog squad imagine #david dobrik imagine #jason nash imagine #david dobrik #jason nash #vlog squad #natalie mariduena #jeff wittek #ilya fedorovich

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Busted, but it’s ok pt 1 (Powerpack story)

If there was anything better then getting the house to yourself on a Friday afternoon, Alex Powers didn't wanna know about it. with it being the summer Julie had taken Katie out for a girl's day, and Jack was hanging out with Franklin Richards over that Baxter building after his morning summer classes. Toss in Mom and Dad still at work and it meant that from 1pm till 5, Alex had the run of the house and was free to do whatever he wanted, after he did his chores. This worked out well for Alex as it went semi hand in hand with what he was planning on doing today anyways, mainly indulge in his love of being a widdle sissy baby. Humming a nursery theme as he stripped, Alex then tugged out a lock box from under his bed and noted with amusement that Jack had been trying to get into it again from the way the combo's were all messed up. "Heh, he'll never learn will he?" he giggled to himself. the lock box was a gift from Mister Parker, who had also included a DNA scan so that Jack could maybe get the numbers right, but if it wasn't Alex thumbing them in, it was useless. Clicking the box open, the young blond sissy rubbed his chin for a second, thinking over his choices. He didn't wanna use the locking panties he had today, there had been a super close call the last time and he'd had to pin himself to the roof for half a hour waiting for his dad to leave so he could go and get the key. The bonnet was also out, while it helped him look cute and he liked it, it was WAY too warm when he was doing chores and he ended up sweating like a pig. In the end he went with a light pink top with puffy shoulders that had a white lace trim on the bottom and on the sleeve, leaving his arms mostly bare for doing dishes and 3 of his princess diapers, noting that he was starting to get low and would have to get Mister Parker to order him some more. (Peter had found out about Alex's little fetish by mistake and had calmed the bawling boy down by offering to help him with it, as long as he was safe and private about it, hence the lock box.) Since he was planing on wetting himself Alex made sure to use a razor and slit slots in two of the diapers then after powdering himself up, he taped them on, making sure that the uncut diaper was on the outside. as a few finishing touches Alex took out a pink pacifier that was on a cord and put it around his neck, and then fished out a purple hair bow and clipped it in his hair before waddling over to the mirror to look at himself, mentally gushing over how bulky his diapies were. "mothers, lock up your sons~" He giggled as he posed in the mirror, striking a few poses and blowing a kiss to himself. He didn't really think about boys a lot despite what he had just said, but the outfit and the diapers had him being a little bit of a silly butt. Half prancing and half waddling, he set upon the first chore of the day, getting all the landry gathered up and starting a load, though he did pause long enough to grab his MP3 player and hooked it on his top, putting the headphones in and turning up the volume.

Jack and Franklin had been having fun, playing around the Baxter building for a hour before they MAYBE let a game of tag get a little bit carried away. Sure technically Mr.Richards lab was off limits but as jack tried to argue, boys will be boys, and he should get a better lock for the door if he wanted to keep them out. That was the argument that Jack had made for the pair, even as Franklin face palmed, apparently knowing it wasn't going to work. "And besides, it's not like that negative zone monster did THAT much damage, you and Mrs. Richards took it down with ease!" Jack finished up. "..I think you need to go home Jack." Was all the seething Reed had said, taking in the wreckage of his lab. "Well about that, my dad isn't suppose to pick me up till fiveish and sooo I'm gonna need a ride ho-" Jack started before Reed yelled at him to leave now. "I'm sorry about this, he gets really cranky about his lab getting wreaked despite it happening ALL the time." Franklin said, walking Jack out of the building. "If Uncle Ben or Johnny were home they'd drive you..as is Mom's gonna be working over time to keep my butt safe." "Eh, it's ok. I'll just remember this the next time he need the help for me." Jack said, all full of swagger. "...when exactly has he ever-" Franklin started to ask, but got cut off. "There's a first time for everything! anyways, good luck dealing with mister grumpy pants. I've got a ton of stupid homework to do anyways, gonna see if I can trick Alex into doing it for me again." Jack said and waved bye. Jack walked the first few blocks on foot, then when he was sure no was was looking he ducked into a alley and used his powers to lighten his mass and fly up into the air, deciding to take the quick way home. 'on the plus side, at least I know Alex will be doing all the chores, He always does when he's left alone, he's gonna make someone a good wife someday' Jack thought and laughed to himself, not knowing how close to the truth he might of been.

With the landry in the dryer, Alex had managed to tidy up his and jack's room, and then Julie and Katie's, taking the time to play with a few of her princess crowns before putting them back. He toyed with cleaning the living room and leaving the curtains open, always a little thrilling but decided to get the chore he least liked finally out of the way and headed for the kitchen inside to get the pile of dishes out of the way. It wasn't hard to tell this was Jack's chore normally as the pile had built up with Jack claiming they needed to 'soak' over and over. 'oh well, at least I'm coming up on the Abra block for my playlist.' Alex thought, starting the water and sorting the dishes out into piles.

Jack landed down in the back yard, no one noticing because of the tree line and resumed his normal mass. "heh, I think I'm getting faster!" he said to himself as he headed for the back door, opening it and walking in. he was about to announce that he was home when he heard a girly voice badly singing a old song and winced. No two ways about it, Alex was cleaning and had reached his Abra section of his play list. "Somebody needs to tell that boy he can NOT sing." Jack said, covering his ears. He almost let Alex just keep singing, it was clear he was in the kitchen and thus likely doing the dishes for Jack and he wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. Then Alex;s voice broke and he squeaked out the next line and Jack decided it would almost be worth having to finish his own chore if it meant not having to listen to THAT anymore. Coming around the corner and looking into the Kitchen, he was about to shout and get his brothers attention, when he noticed just WHAT Alex was wearing. the sissy top would of been enough to make Jack laugh, but the massive pink and purple diapers really sold it, and really not helping things was the way Alex was shaking his butt back and forth. "You can dance, You can jive, Having the time of your life!" Alex was singing, eyes closed and holding a wooden mixing spoon up like it was a microphone. it would be till he was almost finished the main chorus that he'd opened his eyes. "Ooh, see that girl, Watch that scene, Digging the dancing qu- JACK!" Alex squeaked out. Jack of course couldn't let something like this go by and while the sissy had been singing, eyes closed, and turning around, he'd taken his cell phone out and had started to record. "T-Tell me your not taking pictures!" Alex whimpered, turning crimson in the face and dropping the spoon, tugging uselessly on the hem of his top, in a vain effort to cover the diapers. "Good news. I'm not." jack said, and Alex started to relax. "I'm making a video. wave hi to YouTube." in the silence that followed as Alex let out a soundless shriek, a hissing could be heard as the little sissy wet himself.

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floatingfish626 · 3 years

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✿.｡.:* BokuAka Angst! *:.｡.✿

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Writing this made me sob but I’m here to provide the people with my very shit angst! Keep in mind, I wrote this when I was sad in the notes app on my iPhone ;) So enjoy!

~Best to listen to listen to Benjamin Alec’s song, “I built a friend” after reading for best results!~

(I’ll even be nice as let you copy past the YouTube link ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

(Song Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzyelNOLGlo )

❋ Genre: Angst

❋ Warnings: Mentions of Self Harm, Suicide and Crying

❋ Word Count: 1,339 (7,129 characters)

♡ I Built a Friend, a BokuAka Story ♡

On the day of Bokuto’s high school graduation, Akaashi Keiji cried his eyes out. Realizing he would be alone, without his big idiot. As he sat in the stupid plastic chairs on the school grounds, watching his best friend walk the stage, taking his proof of passing high school, he turned and waved to the crowd. Keiji wasn’t a very big person to show emotion, but today was an exception. He drifted through the day as if it wasn’t his last day with Bokuto, waving in and out of daydreams of him, tears spilling into his eyes, wiping them away before they rolled out. He put on the biggest fake smile he could manage and pretended he was ok. Arriving home, Akaashi walked himself through the living room, past his mom in the kitchen with a “Hey mom..” and up the stairs to his bedroom before the first tear slid through his grip and down his cheek. He slipped out of his shirt, putting on one of Bokuto’s hoodies that he left at his house, curled up in his bed and silently bawled, until he fell asleep.

3 hours later, his mom came into his room, realizing he was crying in his sleep. She walked over, put a hand on his leg and slowly shook him awake. “Keiji honey, what’s wrong?” She asked as he slowly gained consciousness. “Mmm? Mom?” He asked, voice still broken and groggy. He sat up and rubbed his still damp eyes. “Talk to me K, you’re crying in your sleep again...” his mom said, rubbing his leg and leaning down to match his level. Keiji opened his mouth before 2 small children came busting into his room.

“Eiji!!” The small black haired girl ran to the bed and wiggled her way up and sat herself in his lap. “Hi Buggy... how are you?” He said with a sniffle.

“Why Eiji crying?” She asked, putting her small hands on the setter’s tear-stained cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her cheek and said “Eiji is sad cause BoBo is moving...” with another wave of tears escaping his eyes and wetting her hands. “BoBo is movin’? Don’t be sad Eiji...” she said, leaving a sloppy kiss on his forehead where his clean cut eyebrows rested. Buggy dove off the bed and ran to her room, then returned with a box, her bright blue eyes focused on Keiji’s sad face. She handed him the box and crawled on his lap again, her brother joining her on the other leg. “Cookies!” She said, putting one in his mouth. He took it and finished it, earning a small, broken smile in return.

“Buggy, Bear, you two gotta go clean your room, right?” Their mom asked, shooing the twins outside.

“Ok Keiji, I’m all ears, talk to me.” She said, putting a hand where Buggy’s rested on his cheek, sliding closer to the boy. He pulled his knees to his chest as he sniffled.

“Mom, I don’t think I can be without him... and its not like he will be down the road anymore, he’s moving to a different country!” He spoke with a broken heart, eyes betraying him with more salty tears. Akaashi tucked his head in his knees and whispered “He’s my everything mom... how am I supposed to do this without my missing puzzle piece?” His mom pulled him into a tight-motherly hug and whispered into his ear. “You are such a strong boy my little olive... you can get through this and when it comes to it, you and Bo will reunite, soon, later, or In Another Life.”

Time skip: The next day...

Akaashi stepped down the stairs, careful not to wake the two sleeping twins. He opened the front door to be confronted with the bright shining sun. He walked down the familiar sidewalk, to the familiar dark grey house that he as spent many hours at. He walked up the driveway, the door and knocked on the wooden object.

“Oh! Akaashi dear, it’s good to see you!” Bokuto’s mom answered the door. “I am so so sorry though honey, Koutarō and his father already left. He gave me a box to give to you though!” She said, walking to the kitchen. Keiji’s heart stopped at her words. ‘Koutarō and his father already left though!’ They echoed through his mind as he tried to process what was happening. His mom came back and handed him the box.

“Keiji? Honey are you ok?” She asked, staring into the tall man’s eyes. He snapped back to reality, holding the sloppy-wrapped box.

“Oh... yeah, I’m ok... thank you!” He said, speed walking home as Bokuto’s mom yelled something to him he couldn’t hear. Tears sprung from his eyes as he came to the front door of his house. He walked it, slammed the door home and sprinted to his bedroom, locking the door.

Time skip: 4 months into school

For Akaashi’s third year, he quit volleyball. It just wasn’t the same without the loud cheers that ‘Akaashi was the best setter!’ He followed Bokuto’s new life on social media, stopping to closely inspect each and every picture, post and tags. He skipped as many days as the school would allow and his grades slipped to just enough to be passing. After months of the same demons beating his mind, he found a relieve, not a good one.

*TRIGGER WARNING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* With each passing night, 5-10 new bloody marks found his skin, covering his pale arms and legs in the tiny, dark, self inflicted lines. Finally, the day marking 7 months since Bokuto left, Akaashi couldn’t take it anymore. His mind acted faster than he could. His mom and siblings were out at the park, leaving the boy alone. He walked to the kitchen, finding the knife he had used many times before, and left one large line across his wrist.

Blood poured out of his arm, leaving a trail to the kitchen table, as he set down a pre-written note, knowing this day would come eventually. He laid down and cried, until the time came and he saw a bright light, leaving his life behind, realizing the mistake he made, trying to reach his phone... before blacking out.

Bokuto’s POV

Today was the start of Bokuto’s long awaited spring break, where he was to surprise his old best friend. Bokuto met with Kuroo and went to Kenma’s house and hung out for a while, before going to surprise Akaashi’s family. He knocked on the door, getting no answer, he called Akaashi’s home phone. The phone went to voice mail before he decided I use the spare key in the plant by the window. He opened the door and announced his name. “HEY HEY HEY GUYS! KOUTA-“ he paused when he saw the red trail from the counter. He slowly walked over, following the mess before seeing a note and a glass of tipped over water on the table. He picked it up and read it.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to end this way but I am just not stable all alone. I love you, Buggy, Bear and Bokuto so much but I cannot do it. I pray that the twins don’t see me like this and when you see Kou again, please tell him that I love him, forever and always...

~Keiji”

Bokuto was so confused. Why was their red? Where was Akaashi? What does he mean “all alone?” He followed the spilt water to see a dark haired boy, laying in a wet puddle of his own blood. Bokuto’s heart stopped as he sprinted over to the boy. He shook him, trying to wake him.

“Akaashi? AKAASHI?!” He screamed, tears flowing out of his eyes harder than he could control. He pulled out his phone to call 911 before looking into his eyes, seeing a dull blue, nothing like he has ever seen from his expression-less best friend. He sat in a puddle of his blood, wondering why he didn’t come back sooner, or called more, or checked up on him more. Looking around the room for something to help, he saw, written in blood by the setter wrote: “I built a friend...”

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Welcome Home - Part Three

todoroki shouto x first time parents fem!reader

warnings: fluff :D

word count: 4,564

A/N: im so sorry if y’all are sick and tired of pregnancy crap from me, because im not and neither are these anons. you can definitely read this independently from the other two parts theres nothing that connects them except Kaito but hes just your child so its no biggie honestly, i hope you two anons enjoy this so much! and im sorry that these aren’t h/c and i went with a super self-indulgent scenario instead.... anon if you want that hc still i will gladly write up a hc of this entire thing for you!! >:) anyways like subscribe at my youtube channel for more ;) enjoy

Part One Part Two Part Four

Todoroki Kaito was a force to be reckoned with. At only four years old he was able to evade most babysitters his parents had for him on the days neither or both of them could not be home with him, or when Kaito wasn't in school. His bright red hair was something that everyone figured would make him easy to spot, but he was just so slippery and quick.

In fact at ten at night on a Tuesday night, when you and your loving husband Shouto were on route home after being in the office since four in the morning, he escaped. You smiled up at your husband who had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, his head resting upon your own as the two of you walked leisurely.

“Do you need me to carry you?” You teased Shouto as you seemed to be doing the heavy lifting during this walk, not that you minded carrying him.

“I do like being carried by strong women.” Shouto agreed as he suddenly put the mass majority of his body weight on you, catching you off guard as you shrieked stumbling many steps forward before catching your balance. “There we go.” Shouto murmured into your ear as you giggled now walking--dragging--Shouto with you as he refused to wrap his legs around you.

“MAMA!” The all too familiar and recognizable voice of Kaito sounded through the empty streets, and your eyes immediately spotted the tiny figure of your son running at what could only be his breakneck speed toward you.

“Kaito-chan?!” You shouted back, suddenly leaving Shouto to fall forward as you went racing for your child who flung himself into your arms.

“Mama, I missed you so much! It was nine p.m. and you and papa weren’t home so I had to go find you!” Kaito explained himself without you even having to ask. You sigh softly pushing your baby’s shaggy hair out of his eyes and you looked into Kaito’s eyes that were identical to your own.

“You know you can’t just come looking for us,” You reason with you toddler who was squirming in your arms to be given to Shouto, and you easily passed him over, and Shouto took the small child giving him an affectionate kiss on his forehead. “Besides where is Midoriya-san? Did you tell him where you were going?”

“Well, Midoriya-san said that I couldn’t, but then I decided that my mama was in trouble so I left anyways,” Kaito said as he decided to go back to your arms. “Kaito-chan, you can’t be doing that, at least tell Midoriya-san that you are leaving.” Shouto reasons and you kick your husband softly on his leg, giving a pointed look.

“Kaito-chan, mama, and papa are Pro-Heroes and sometimes we will get home late, but we will always be back to kiss you goodnight.” You whisper to your son who has his head nestled into your neck.

“I know,” Kaito understands, you know that, “But I’m stronger than papa, so I needed to make sure.”

You laugh as you ruffle his hair and look at Shouto who has rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face. It was kinda cute how much Shouto loved his son, even when he made backhanded comments like that. “And I’m stronger than the both of you, so if we don’t make it home in two minutes I’m going to ground the both of you.” You threaten as you begin walking again knowing your house was just around the corner of this block.

The next thing you knew, Shouto was carrying the both of you and started running with the two of you in his arms, “Go, papa! GO!” Kaito cheered on as in under a minute the three of you were outside the door.

“Now, I’m sure Midoriya-san hasn’t noticed you’re gone, because you’re supposed to be asleep like a good boy,” You tell Kaito as he holds your hand as you all search for wherever Izuku is in the house, “So you are going to apologize to him.”

“You’re going to make Midoriya flip,” Shouto states as he wraps his arms around your waist, his face pressed into your neck as he places a chaste kiss there.

“It’ll be hilarious,” You respond back, gently leaning into your husband as your son apologizes to Midoriya who had not noticed his disappearance.

You grinned looking at your husband as you watched Midoriya sprinting into the hallway of your house, Kaito tossed onto his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Y-Y/n-chan! Shouto!” Midoriya laughs awkwardly as he places a hand to his neck, shifting his body as if to hid Kaito who’s feet were dangling very obviously in the front.

“Kiss mama, Midoriya-san! That’s what papa does to get away with things!” Kaito screams from his position as if unaware of how far away they were from him

“Kaito-chan, I-I can’t do that!” Midoriya stutters as he shakes a hand in denial to the married couple in front of him.

“Yeah, Midoriya, kiss y/n, so you can get away from it,” Shouto repeats Kaito’s command and Midoriya splutters completely flustered.

You let out a few laughs as you can’t believe the situation you were in currently, “Kaito-chan, only mama and papa can kiss each other; if anyone else tries to do it that's wrong.”

Kaito struggled to rise up from his hanging position from Midoriya’s shoulder, and there are fat toddler tears in his eyes, “So I can’t kiss you any-anymore, mama?” He bawls as you realize your mistake scooping your son from Midoriya who was still beet red.

“No no, baby.” You coo softly at Kaito as you give Shouto a pointed look as he was giving you a teasingly stare for making Kaito cry. “You can kiss your mama as much as you want, but adults can’t go kissing me or your papa.”

Eventually, you manage to say goodnight to Midoriya, and Kaito slams his forehead to his cheek as a way of saying goodnight. Shouto and you take Kaito back into his room as the sleepy redhead boy was falling asleep on your shoulder, murmuring about how he wanted chocolate milk but Shouto wouldn’t buy him chocolate milk.

“Goodnight, my baby Tenshi.” You whisper lovingly to Kaito as you press a kiss to his cheek.

“G’night, Mama…” Kaito sighs as he wraps his arms around you tightly, “I missed you today…”

You smile wider as you muzzle your nose into his cheek, “And I missed you, but I love you, and go to sleep before you make mama miss her beauty sleep.”

Kaito giggles as you stand up, letting Shouto give his own bedtime routine with Kaito. And you watch on as you always do as your husband playful tickles your son, who goes and starts screeching in mercy only to fling himself into Shouto’s arms and you smile as they exchange: I love you’s.

By the time the two of you exit Kaito’s room, your baby is long since knocked out.

You showered first the night, as apart of your guys designed schedule.

As Pro-Heroes, being in a happy marriage and a loving family with a toddler son required some work. Ever since you were off maternity leave from heroics, the two of you had a schedule that had yet to fail.

Monday’s were your day off, that day you were taking care of Kaito by yourself and doing whatever necessary around the house. Wednesday’s, or tomorrow, was Shouto’s days off, and he took care of Kaito and ran necessary errands outside of the house. Friday’s were the best days though, the two of you didn’t work, so you would spend half the day with Kaito and then go out together that night. It worked flawlessly, and even after four years, Friday nights were always something you looked forward too.

You sat on your bed, already under the covers as you heard the shower turn off. You were currently texting Mina about if she was sure she wanted to take care of Kaito on Thursday. Most of your friends were always eager and ready to take care of your guy’s son, most likely because he was still a baby and with his quirk still unmanifested, it made taking care of him easier.

Your eyes snapped up to see Shouto walking out of the bathroom still wet from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, and even after how many years of seeing a sight like this you froze and blushed.

“Look away, pervert.” Shouto teased you and you playfully scoffed, turning on your side and turning off your light, you needed to sleep.

In only a few seconds, Shouto was climbing into bed, dressed for sleep. His arm pulling you closer to him, and you smiled softly before turning around to be properly held by him.

“So what are you doing with our son tomorrow?” You ask Shouto as your fingers trailed in soft stroking motions on his shoulders.

“Well, we don’t need any errands to be done, so I was thinking that park after lunch, and then maybe I’ll convince him to make dinner with me for his gorgeous mother.” Shouto sighs softly as your fingers gently massage a knot you found in his neck.

“Oh, his mother? I’ve always heard good things.” You say nonchalantly as Shouto’s hands move from your back to your hips.

“She’s the best, honestly, well… if I’m being honest she does have this fatal flaw.” Shouto grins up at the ceiling as your eyes sharply squint.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah…” Shouto agrees, starting to laugh at what he’s going to say next, “She is a little bitch.”

He catches your hands that went to smack him, and immediately rolls his weight over so that you’re trapped between him and the mattress, “Oh, did I mention to add she’s predictable?” Shouto continues as he smirks down at you.

“You’re annoying.” You retort weakly as you watch your husband come down to kiss you softly.

“That sucks for you,” He mutters against your lips and you kiss him back ready to prove to him just how unpredictable you really were.

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Shouto woke up the next morning to you leaving for the day and smiled when you gave him a sweet kiss goodbye. “Don’t you dare hurt my child.” You threatened playfully as he grabbed you pulling you back into the bed.

“I’m sure there will be a nearby Pro-Hero to save him just in case,” Shouto whispers as he tries to steal a few more minutes in bed with you.

“Bakugo and Mina will yell at me if I’m late again!” You squeal as you squirm hopelessly against him.

“Alright, mama, go kick some ass today.” Shouto relents as he lets you go.

“I’ll kick your ass,” You mock as you press a final kiss to his lips.

“I’m sure you will.”

After watching as you kiss your still sleeping son goodbye, he walks you out the door and upon returning to his bed Shouto then falls back asleep.

“PAPA, WAKE UP!” A voice roared and Shouto’s eyes shot open as Kaito was sitting on his chest his y/e/c eyes centimeters from his. “Oh papa, I thought you were dead…” Kaito groaned as he collapsed onto Shouto's face.

“I was sleeping, Kaito-chan.” Shouto laughs as he sits up, catching his son in his arms.

“Well, I didn’t know that and was going to perform C-P-P,” Kaito exasperates with a pointed look, a smile never leaving his face.

“C-P-R.” Shouto corrects Kaito as he throws him gently onto the bed.

“C-P-R…” Kaito mutters, his face scrunching as he shakes his head, “No, papa, it’s C-P-P!” He screams in defiance.

“Hm, you may be right,” Shouto says, pretending to think about the spelling as he gets out of bed, “I think we’ll ask your beautiful and smart mama tonight, huh.”

“If I win, I get to sleep in the bed with mama, and you take my bed!” Kaito grins with his teeth on full display as he shimmies off the bed.

“I’ll take that bet,” Shouto agrees, grabbing the edge of the sheet and sees Kaito mimicking his actions and together they make the bed.

“Alright, piggy let's go brush some teeth!” Shouto says throwing his son up onto his shoulders, and can’t help the warm feeling in his stomach at the roar of giggles coming from Kaito.

Shouto spends the rest of the morning attempting to make his son some pancakes while Kaito attempts to paint his toenails, although Shouto is nearly positive he’s only managed to paint the flesh and not the nail. “Wow, I really like the neon yellow you chose.” Shouto points out as Kaito nods his head against his calf.

“Mama does it so much better, but I think mine is still pretty,” Kaito said as he looks at the disaster of the nail polish over his foot. Shouto looks down and has to physical bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing.

“We have to show mama this, huh Kaito-chan,” Shouto says as he puts the pancakes on a plate. “Hold on.”

Kaito latches tighter onto Shouto’s leg as he easily walks to the table despite the extra weight on his leg. Kaito screams of laughter made everything better and Shouto even went around the kitchen table one time after Kaito begged for more.

Shouto watched as Kaito poured syrup onto his pancakes with a concentrated look on his face, his chubby hands barely able to hold the bottle. “You got enough syrup there, Kaito-chan?” Shouto asked as he waited for Kaito to be done so he could also pour on some syrup.

“Nope! I want it to fill the house with syrup.” Kaito explains cheerfully as Shouto chuckles.

“I don’t think your mama would appreciate sleeping with syrup in her hair, remember the time she found a feather in her hair?”

“Mama is pretty silly.” Kaito agreed as he handed the syrup over to Shouto.

“And we can go to the park afterward?” Shouto offered when pancakes were stuffed into Kaito’s face, and his eyes sparkled in excitement.

“YESH, PWEASE?!” Kaito shouted food spraying everywhere.

The two males stared at the food on the table and echoes of laughter sounded through the house.

Shouto tried dressing his son who was in the middle of playing the part of a superhero, “I want to be just like mama!” Kaito shouted as his hand thrust out pretending to do who knows what. Your quirk definitely did not depend on you shooting anything.

“I do, too.” Shouto agrees as he manages to pull a blue t-shirt with your Pro-Hero costume printed on it.

“But papa, you’re a Pro-Hero already! Why would you wanna be like mama?”

“She’s amazing.” Shouto simply states and Kaito looks at his dad with curious eyes.

“Papa, are you in love with mama?” Kaito asks as he sticks out his legs for Shouto to put on his shorts and socks.

“Very much so,” Shouto tells his son as he ruffles his hair, “Just like I love you.”

Kaito laughs as he stands up and jumps into Shouto’s arms, “I love you too, papa.”

“Ready for the park?”

“YES!”

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Shouto was sitting on a park bench watching as Kaito ran around the playground following a group of slightly older kids. “I’m sorry, but you’re the Pro-Hero: Shouto, correct?” A lady’s voice asked from behind Shouto, and without looking, Shouto nodded his head.

“I am, is there anything you need? Sorry, I’m just looking after my son today.”

“Oh, I know, I was just wanting to see if you would be willing to sign this for my child? He’s a huge fan!”

Shouto looks away from Kaito who was climbing up the jungle gym, standing up to face the mother who was clutching a piece of his merchandise. Smiling gently, Shouto places his signature on the item and returns to sit down.

“You don’t mind if I sit here? It seems that my daughter is playing with your son?”

Shouto’s eyebrows scrunch slightly, “You have a daughter and a son?” He asks looking back to the group of kids Kaito was playing with none of which looked remotely related.

“Uh, yeah, I, um, I do!” She stutters rubbing the back of her head as the two of them sit down on the bench, Shouto watching Kaito look over at him, and he waved.

Shouto allows the lady to sit next to him and he watches as Kaito is coming down the slide, and his face scrunches up as it normally does before he needs to sneeze, except it’s not just a sneeze. Shouto watches as Kaito sneezes, fire emitting from his body and burning the asphalt of the playground, Kaito shrieked and moved his hands around and the emitted fire followed the movement of his hands.

“PAPA!!! HELP ME!!” Kaito bellowed as parents immediately raced to their children as the flames seemed to grow in Kaito’s anxiety and fear. Shouto is already by Kaito’s side, ice emitting from his footsteps to counteract the flames that were set as Kaito sobs.

“Are you okay, Kaito-kun?” Shouto asks as he quickly examines his son for any potential injury.

“I JUST SNEEZED OUT FIRE!” Kaito wailed as his hands went to cover his eyes. “AND NOW I CAN NEVER EVER SNEEZE AGAIN!”

Shouto had to bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing at Kaito, “I don’t think that’s true…”

“I’m gonna be mama’s sidekick with a quirk called sneezing fires!” Kaito complained as tears continued to flow down his face, and Shouto paused feeling his old self reflected in the troubles of Kaito.

“You know what my quirk is, right?” Shouto asks as he sinks to the floor of the playground, Kaito looking up at Shouto as he sniffled loudly. Kaito nodded his head as his hand touched the scar on Shouto’s face.

“Half cold-half hot.”

Shouto nodded as he opened his left palm and demonstrated to Kaito a small wisp of fire that danced gently across his palm. “I have a fire, just like you. You wanna know a secret?”

Kaito’s eyes brightened, he did love secrets, and Shouto grinned back at his smiling toddler, “Okay, my secret is that I used to hate my fireside.”

This causes confusion to hit Kaito’s face, his fingers going to touch the flame that gently swirled in a hypnotic dance. “But you’re so strong, papa, how could you hate your fire?”

Shouto paused, noticing the audience nearby watching a rare moment of a Pro-Hero discussing the hardships of his childhood in public, “I thought I would hurt someone with it, become someone I wasn’t, but with the help of your mama and Midoriya-san, I’ve come to love my fire. I think you’ll love yours as well.”

Kaito stares at his father with a newfound love, one that was forged when two people endured the same hardships with their thoughts of their quirks. “I’ll love my quirk if you love yours.” Kaito compromises, sticking his pinky out for him to seal this secret between the two of them.

“Deal.”

Later that day, “Pro-Hero: Shouto, saves son from himself!” was the biggest news of the day.

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Shouto stood in the kitchen preparing for dinner as Kaito sat coloring in front of him, casual singing some theme song Shouto knew by heart. Shouto heard his phone ring, but since he was in the middle of cooking the salmon, he asked Kaito to retrieve the phone.

Kaito skipped over to Shouto’s phone, picked up, and put it to his ear. “Hello? What do you want, this is Kaito!”

Shouto smiled softly as his son who was using two hands to hold the phone to his ear, although he wasn’t sure if it was upside down or not. Kaito’s face lightened only by 100% and hearts only seemed to manifest in his eyes, and Shouto knew exactly who was on the other end of the call.

“MAMA, I GOT MY QUIRK TODAY! MY QUIRKY! JUST LIKE PAPA! PAPA EVEN LET ME IN ON A SECRET!” Kaito shrieked excitedly, always one to be excited to have you on the phone. “Yes mama, I didn’t get hurt! Hello, I’m a big boy with a quirk.”

Shouto flipped the salmon as he watched Kaito walking over towards him, the phone still clutched to his ear, “Well now I can be a Pro-Hero, like you and papa, and I can save you and take care of you! But yeah, here’s papa, bye! I love you.”

Kaito handed Shouto the phone, who took it with ease watching as Kaito went back to his spot to color. “Hello?” Shouto finally said after Kaito managed to climb up the chair safely.

“Why hello there my beautiful husband,” your voice immediately responds and Shouto smirks slightly.

“You jealous?”

“YOU KNOW I AM!”

“Mm. I don’t blame you, it was just as good as his first steps.”

“Don’t sound so smug!” You complained through the phone, your voice seeming defeated.

“I’m not,” Shouto laughs at your fretting as he reaches out a hand to assist Kaito with his juice box.

“I guess I’ll believe your deceptions, anyways I’m glad it happened during his school break and not during class! Could you imagine the chaos that would’ve happened if he lit the school on fire?!”

“I can only imagine, we’ll have to take him to the doctors on Friday for the actual diagnosis,” Shouto says regarding the naming of Kaito’s quirk.

“Yeah, agreed! I already made an appointment.” You inform Shouto.

“Oh?”

“Yeah! Sorry!! I was going to go anyways, and I called again to add Kaito! Also, your ass looks great today babe, I saw all the photos of the park incident.”

“Wait why do you need to go to the doctors—?”

“MAMA!” Kaito yells overly excited as Shouto watches the four-year-old scrambling off the chair and running full speed at you as you entered the house.

“Hi, my baby!” Your joyful voice rings through the house, and Shouto ends the call as he watches you, still dressed up in your costume, clutch the red-headed son close to your body as you twirled around with him in your arms.

“I got my quirk today, and it’s like papa’s, uh, his, right side? I think I can’t remember!” Kaito laughs as he throws his head back.

“Left side, baby, left side.” You day grabbing Kaito’s left arm and shaking it so that he can learn once again the difference.

Shouto watches as you walk over Kaito sitting on your waist, and you smile at your husband who presses a gentle kiss on your lips. “Welcome home,” Shouto whispers.

Much to his surprise, you rise back up to capture Shouto’s lips into another kiss, and the two of you stand there taking a long and high-emotional kiss. Shouto pulls away after hearing the sixth long sigh from Kaito who immediately wrapped his arms around your neck.

“See,” Shouto whispered to your blushing face. “We Todoroki’s are mama’s boys.”

When the three of you are finished eating dinner, which was delicious by the way, and you had changed into much more casual clothing, you all went to the backyard to play some soccer as Kaito insisted he had learned a new trick he wanted to show you. The three of you played soccer together for what felt like hours, the teams, rules, and scores always changing.

Nearing the end of the final match, Shouto had you thrown over his shoulder as he was chasing down Kaito who had abandoned all rules of soccer and was carrying the ball to the goal. “Come here Kaito-chan!” Shouto bellows softly, running at a pace quick enough to be a threat to the toddler's pace and step size, but not quick enough to catch him.

“Save me, Kaito-chan!” You cried out between laughter as you held on tightly to Shouto’s back.

Shouto smacks your butt softly as a sign that your laughter is a bit too obvious, and you pathetically kick your legs in rebuttal. “Mama, is he seducing you?!” Kaito asks shocked, he had thrown the ball far away and was circling behind to look directly into your flushed face.

“SEDUCING?!” The two parents spluttered as they had no idea how their four-year-old had that sort of vocabulary in his set. A grin broke out on Kaito’s face and then he went and grabbed your hands.

“Alright, papa, let's beat mama!” Kaito roared and Shouto shouted back in agreement as suddenly your sides were being tickled and your shrieks of laughter echoed through the quiet night.

“Goodnight, my beautiful boy.” You whisper to Kaito as you pressed a kiss to his forehead, his arms wrapping around your neck softly as he didn’t want to let go just yet. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, mama,” Kaito whispered, yawning heavily as you stood up. Shouto replaced you at the side and went to hug and kiss Kaito, who at that very moment remembered something.

Kaito, momentarily renewed with energy grabbed the piece of paper he had been secretively drawing on and thrust it forward towards Shouto, “This is us, papa! We are gonna save the world together with our fire.”

Shouto looked down at the two circle people with red fire everywhere, and he smiled softly at the written Kaito and Papa under the people as well as the drawn hearts. “Goodnight, Kaito-chan, I, uh, well, I love you so much. Thank you for this drawing, I’ll cherish it forever.” Shouto says as he pulls his son's forehead in for a kiss.

“I love you, too, papa. So much….”

You watched on with tears in your eyes for the amount of love that you could feel between the father of your child and said, child. Shouto eventually stood up, and with an arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you left while turning off the lights.

Shouto showed you the drawing as the two of you retreated to your bedroom, the overall feeling in the house right now was overwhelming love and joy. “Wow, you two are in fact the reason why I live every day.” You say as you hopped onto the bed, Shouto climbing on seconds afterward, his head on your chest as he held you close.

“I’m glad,” Shouto confesses feeling the same way as you did as he sighs softly.

“Um, Shoucchan?” You say softly, and Shouto hums in acknowledgment, too comfortable right now to even dare look at you even if he wanted to. “Well, uh, you see I have- I have something to confess…”

“You’re pregnant again, right?” Shouto says taking your overall hesitation to say what he had gathered from your doctor's appointment, refusal of a glass of alcohol, your early release home, and of course the unprotected sex that happened a few couples of times weeks ago.

“I am…”

Shouto sits up, watching your face swim with millions of emotions as in parallel to the first time you confessed. A smile covers his face and yours breaks out in one as well as far tears roll down both your cheeks, and another kiss is placed between the two of you, “Oh, I’m so glad.” He whispers against your lip as he places his warm hand against your stomach.

sorry, ive fallen in love with kaito and i cant get up D: requests are open still!!!

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