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Cupid’s Chokehold‼️

Is it possible to never even interact with someone who’s been friends with your entire friend group since high school? apparently. But never say never.

no curse au; she/her pronouns used

band member!inumaki x musician/streamer!yn

status: indefinite hiatus

taglist: open by request through my inbox

so many ideas for this series hopefully i’ll be able to get to them all :D she did not. rip.

yn’s group | 2etherial| | extras | posts

chp. 1 - From The Start ~✎

chp. 2 - December

chp. 3 - Tek It

chp. 4 - Misty ~✎

chp. 5 - Rhythm of the Rain ~✎

chp. 6 - Love Grows ~✎

chp. 7 - In My Mind ~✎

chp. 8 - I Will

chp. 9 - ???

chp. 10 - ???

best viewed in dark mode (or any mode but default or rave tbh)

dividers sourced from pinterest

apparently no one was paying attention in middle school language arts when we learned what a fucking protagonist was

*INFJ thinks of a specific person*

*5 minutes later, the person calls*

INFJ: This is the power of Ni, I am *such* a psychic. Carl Jung was right, synchronicity is real.

ENTP: 

Who knew that an ENTP can be a buzzkill?

Reblog if people say you don't look your age!

Profiles part 1 || yn’s group

m.list || 2etherial - extras

A/N -

・yn’s also friends with yuuta and panda but they’re not here 1, bc i just think it’d be sm easier to just post the whole band together. And 2, bc i haven’t finished their profiles lolol

・also yuuji’s acc is supposed to say 20k not 2 lol

this is for a very niche audience but hear me out: 90s quirkless!dabi

high school is rough. always has been, even back in 199X. homework, a goth boy staring you down in the hallway, and which store to go to at mall on saturday with your bffs <3

dabi is mall goth. baggy pants, smudged eyeliner, dyed, unkempt black hair, wallet chains, etc etc. here are a few references below the cut, as well as the rest of the list of hcs.

here ya go. the best goth subculture /j

next, get this: you're not goth at all. you shop at limited too. you wear bright colors and butterfly clips in your hair. but opposites attract, right?

it started with overhearing a rumor on your way to your biology class. "did you hear? the goth boy's got a crush. i feel sorry for the poor thing that caught his eye."

dabi didn't have the best reputation. for starters, the last person who called him touya was beaten so badly he wound up in the hospital. people already avoided him before that, but now everyone was scared to be within ten feet of him.

you didn't have anything against dabi. he was just rough around the edges and a little violent. you're not one to defend breaking peoples bones but hey, what can you do?

so you make sure to keep your distance. you smile politely in the halls when you catch his eyes on you. you wave when you see him in the lunchroom. you let him borrow a pen in your literature class. small things you thought were simply polite, but dabi found them to be little acts of kindness he never thought he would receive from someone as pretty as you.

then, you found a note in your locker. it was torn straight from a notebook and had a love letter written in some of the worst handwriting you've ever seen, although you could tell the person had made an effort to make it readable. all it said was "thank you".

a little cryptic, but still sweet, seeing as you knew who's awful handwriting it was.

you were supposed to pair up with a classmate in your lit class the same day. without hesitation, you went over to dabi and asked if he wanted to be a group. you got quite a few stares. no one had ever willingly paired up with dabi for anything ever.

as you peer reviewed his paper, you made little notes in the margins about what he should fix and tried to make polite conversation.

"oh! i got your note. you don't have anything to thank me for though." he froze.

you had never seen him with any emotion on his face except anger until this moment. he was blushing and obviously nervous.

"do you uh... wanna go to the mall with me on friday?"

dabi hangs out a lot at the mall, not shopping, just kinda hanging around with his friend tomura from another school. it was just you and him that friday though.

he brought you to his favorite stores and to yours as well. it was quite funny seeing dabi in any store outside of hot topic, to be honest. the bright colors of the 90s didn't suit him at all.

when he actually brought you to hot topic, you weren't completely sure of what to say. some of their stuff wasn't that bad, actually.

you left the mall that day with matching spike bracelets. dabi's was bright pink, yours was black.

he walked you home from the mall, having you arrive promptly at your curfew. you held hands the entire walk back to your house.

you look back on those days fondly. now, after time has passed, not much has changed. dabi still uses razors to cut his hair and wears the same studded belt he bought back in 1992. you still wear the sweatshirt he got you on your carnival date in '95. nothing has changed and you don't ever want it to.

Hex Haywire is everything oh my god

He has such immaculate vibes and his content [his two streams] are so comfy.

"he would not fucking say that" i say with disgust, but im not talking about characterization im talking about his, like, vocabulary

[image description: a ten page comic starring saiki kusuo from the disastrous life of saiki k and anya forger from spy x family.

1: a shot of the both of them walking. They are talking with telepathy.

2: anya, telepathically: do all telepaths have pink hair?

saiki, telepathically: no

anya: oh… are you a spy?! (Next to this thought is a drawing of loid forger)

saiki: no.

anya: an assassin?! (next to this thought is a drawing of yor forger)

saiki: hey, aren’t these your parents?

anya hesitates to answer.

3: saiki: I… am a normal high school student.

anya: what?! how?! You have telepathy! your life has to be exciting!

saiki: I prefer when it’s not. I don’t like telling people that I’m an esper.

4: anya think about this for a moment, before going wide eyed.

anya: does that mean you have to kill me?!

saiki: what? no?

5: saiki: why would I have to kill you.

anya: because i know about your telepathy?

saiki: watch other cartoons

anya, looking shocked: How- it’s not from a cartoon. (She is thinking of a cartoon, where someone says “you found out my secret! Die!”)

saiki: you’re replaying the episode in your head right now.

6: saiki: it seems like a better show than cyborg ciderman no. 2 at least.

anya: cyborg ciderman?

saiki: don’t watch that either.

anya: if you don’t like telling people about it (his telepathy)… do some people already know?

7: saiki thinks of his mom, aiura, toritsuka, and akechi.

saiki: a couple classmates, my family. some found out on their own.

Anya: how did it go?

8: saiki: maybe a little too well. they never stop bugging me now.

anya: really?

saiki: really.

anya looks shocked, then says: I haven’t told anyone.

saiki: you don’t have to

anya: i know, but…

9: a shot of both of them walking, this time in silence.

10: saiki: hey, if you haven’t told anyone, did you make your psychic limiters yourself?

anya: what are psychic limiters?

saiki: the cones one your head?

anya: heh. ive fooled you. These are just hair pins!

saiki: why do they look like that.

anya: I don’t know

End ID]

psiprise encounter

The first word Atsumu’s little girl says, is a swear word.

It’s not like he was actively trying to get her to swear, honest! If anything, you’d been trying to get her to say either mumma or dadda, jingling toys in her face to encourage her, calling each other such nicknames (the jackals have an absolute field day with it) for her to recognize, but she was not budging. She’d merely giggle or blink confused at the two of you being wildly dramatic in your actions.

And sure, he should’ve been more careful, but it’s all ‘Samu’s fault!

Well. According to Atsumu, anyways.

“You sure you should be walkin’ around with her while you call me?” Osamu asks, his own phone propped on the register while he counts the receipts from the lunch rush. “I’ll be over in a minute anyways, and you’re not the most… agile.”

“Who you callin’ not agile!” Atsumu whines, scrunching his face up as his little girl paws at his cheeks. “Name one time when I wasn’t agile!” When Osamu opens his mouth to speak, Atsumu cuts him off with a quick “don’t answer that” and a small scowl.

“‘Tsumu, if you can spell agile-“

“I don’t get paid to spell, let alone for free, for you.”

“I’m just sayin’ you’re a little clumsy ‘s all,” his brother defends, stapling the receipts all together. “And I’d hate to have to text your wife that you dropped the baby, while tryin’ to tell me you’re not clumsy.”

“I’m so hurt you think so low of me,” Atsumu whines. “I’m just carrying my kid around, what’s the worst-“

Before he can finish his sob story, a loud THWAK! rings out in the room, so loud it even causes Osamu to look up; he slow smirk curls on his lips, and a smug ‘you okay?’ falls unsympathetically, while Atsumu’s face pales, and he sinks his teeth into his lower lip. It wobbles in pain, and his eye twitches to try and hide the tears that well in his waterline, and who the fuck decided to put a coffee table right there anyways-

“FFFFF-UCK!” The blonde screams, eliciting squealy giggles from his daughter, and deep chuckles from his traitor of a brother. “O-oh my God, what the fuck! Jesus Christ, I thought we’d moved this fuckin’ thing!”

His body fills with nausea as he struggles to not burst into tears in front of his brother, his child still laughing with absolutely no remorse or sympathy, that little monster. Slowly, and with a grunt of pain with every step, Atsumu limps over to the couch, setting his child and phone down to cradle his possibly broken toe. Osamu, still wheezing from his laughter, merely rolls his eyes as he listens to his brother struggle, a sigh to further calm himself easing past his lips.

“Jeez, dude, ya stubbed your toe, how bad could it-“

“Shut the fuck up, I feel like I’m going to puke!” Atsumu snarls, panting and groaning in pain. “I think I fuckin’ broke it-“

“Oi, watch your mouth-“

“Oh, what, ya think your niece is finally gonna fuckin’ say her first word, we’ve been trying to get her to fuckin’ say something for the past fuckin’ eight months-“

“Fffahk!” The toddler parrots, with absolute perfect timing. Her tiny eyebrows furrow, as if the word feels strange on her tongue, and if Atsumu thought he was going to puke before, now the bile was actually rushing up his throat. Osamu cackles on the other end, his face red and body squirming as he laughs freely, hands even coming down to smack his leg. This, in turn, causes his niece to pick up Atsumu’s phone and look at her uncle, cooing happily at the sight.

“Oh my god, I needed that today, whew!” He wipes a tear from his eyes as Atsumu slowly brings the phone up to his face, still pale but only now because his child said her first word, and it was so far from the words he’d wanted her to say.

“Oh I’m so divorced-“

“Oh, you so are.”

“Uh… what do I gotta pay you to not tell my wife, your best friend and the love of my life about this?”

“Oh, trust me ‘Tsumu,” osamu begins with a sigh, grabbing his phone to head to the kitchen and make his twin his promised lunch. “There is not a thing you could pay me that could keep me quiet from this.”

“‘Samu please, be merciful, I don’t ask ya for much-“

“Okay, now that’s funny.”

Sure enough, just a minute later, his phone buzzes with a text from you, excitedly asking what your two year old’s first word was.

“OSAMU!”

“Osss…mu!”

“Oh now you start talking.”