Lars Isnt The Type To Get Attached To People Especially In His Line Of Work With The Current War Going

Lars isn’t the type to get attached to people especially in his line of work with the current ‘war’ going on. BUT, that doesn’t mean he won’t get attached especially if the person is physically weaker or younger than him. He’ll swear up and down, to the moon and back that he doesn’t want to endanger you by brining you into his life but he can’t help but ring your phone to check in on you to make sure everything is okay. Though he is aware of potential dangers he finds himself unable to cut ties with you even if it may be to your benefit, deep down he is human and still wants to have someone there for him be it far enough but close enough by to comfort him.

I love Lars’ hair sm

What’s with you and sassy twinks🆘

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I deadass don’t know how to respond to this😭

Reading this as a person who’s never consumed anything windbreaker related is funny asf

my problem w windbreaker is that all characters are way too understanding. Sakura will be like “I apologize it is my weakness that brought you all down” and his classmates will go “no brother, it isn’t your weakness that drove us to this but our lack of strength…” like NO THROW THAT BITCH OUT THE WINDOW SET HIS DESK ON FIRE COME ON

I never placed my tag for MLBB on here but it’s .shuitsukilover 😵

Never One Without Two!

Octavian

Male Reader

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Gleaming the streets with your self deprecating nature shining through your chosen circle. Where he went so did you and vice versa.

Today had happened to be one of the few days the both of you were not plaguing the lives of everyone around you. A simple hangout day.

Deviating from typical augur duties the frail boy sat with you in your bedroom watching various sitcoms. Though there wasn’t much watching on your part as his avid need to chime in with his verbal opinions on the characters’ decisions made it impossible to hear anything else much less concentrate.

Several sighs later and the two of you switched to scrolling aimlessly on TikTok in search of something, anything entertaining to watch.

“…Packing my tumblr to go on a…hot girl walk?”

“Y’know this is the only time I actually wanna hear your thoughts on this.”

“I don’t have any thoughts to share with the likes of you. But, honestly is all of that really necessary?”

“EXACTLY.”

Only stopping with criticism to stalk the rest of their page to see what else they had to offer, before you sprung up an offer of your own.

“We should play Murder Mystery.”

“Can’t, I’m still banned, it ends tomorrow though.”

“Damn why can’t you not be banned for a day that I actually wanna play a game.”

“It’s not like I was in the wrong, the moderation is just stupid.”

You couldn’t even escape Octavian’s rash decisions ruining your plans in the digital world much less the real world. So with dwindling activities to participate in your brain for the first time in a while went into overdrive.

“Alright get up, we’re going out.”

“Why would I go out with you?”

“You wish you could get with me. But, I’m talking about actually going out, like outside.”

“Where?”

“If I tell you it won’t be as exciting. Now stop asking me questions.”

Grasping his dominant hand the both of you flew out the door. With your eyes dead set on the mysterious hangout location.

“A cafe? Really?”

“It’s a casual thing, consider it a date.”

“Why would I want to go on a date with you?”

“I love you too man. Anyway we seat ourselves here, so, sit down.”

Reluctantly your date to be sat down and shut up for a graceful minute, overlooking the menu. Keeping a longing stare above the menu.

“Y’know I’ve never realised how freaky your pearly blues are. They’re really piercing through my soul.”

“Quiet.”

“Look I love ‘em on you but it’s kinda crazy. Deadass.”

A silent scoff left his breath. Just as a waiter picked up on your situation and swung by.

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you boys?”

“Hello, I’ll have a cup of mint tea and—maybe a croissant or lemon cake?”

“I highly recommend the cakes here they’re absolutely amazing.”

“So he’ll have that lemon cake, and I’ll just have a coffee, cappuccino.”

“Good choices I’ll get that out in for you guys!”

“Thanks!”

With a short pastime the beverages and cake is bought out. Granted with a simple ‘enjoy’ the waiter swayed from your table.

“Everything looks so good!”

Clasping your hands together paired with closed eyes in thanks. Your short thanks ended abruptly as your eyes opened to see a spoonful of your cake missing.

“What the fuck.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t ’hm’ me you big back bitch. Order your own cake.”

“There is enough for the both of us, why do you think she gave us two spoons? Sometimes your intellect escapes you I swear.”

“No you ass. She gave ME two spoons. One for my cake and one for any sugar to put in my tea.”

“You don’t put sugar in your tea. So the spoon is for me.”

“Yeah? Well she wouldn’t know that. So the spoon is mine. If you disagree any further I will drop your skinny ass right here and now.”

“Crude and intimate. Just hurry and eat your food, so I can leave I have work to do.”

His harsh words would’ve come across in a more offensive way if he truly wanted to leave hastily. So you sat in a comforting silence enjoying your food, occasionally giving him some of your cake.

Idk how to end short stories ngl

I find the concept of Claudio slightly becoming acquaintances with a person/being he couldn’t exorcise hilarious. Like despite his almost arrogant? demeanour he’d get pissed at the failure.

Going off of absolutely nothing I fear he would be less accepting of the failed exorcism if you were younger/more youthful looking. Like I believe he would be less aggravated if you were older or at least around his age. Because, who the hell wants to lose to a child. No qualms on gender though he’d be equally pissed for man, woman, or other.

It’s also not a “oh damn I failed let’s be friends” thing either. He’s going to throw everything he’s got at this. I have no reason to believe he wouldn’t attempt to shoot you as a last resort.

Eye twitching type shit.

It’ll be a while before he gives up on trying to make you a past tense. Let alone friendship or more if you’re feeling up to it.

About a year in and he’s still throwing holy water at you. But I’m just yapping feel free to discuss further with me.