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[skipper19]

I thought about this as I showered, and I had to write it down immediately.

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Gojo Satoru -> HEAR ME OUT

"Gojo's happy trail this."Gojo's happy trail that." But I don't think he has one! Okay, correction, you don't notice it the first time you both have sex, and so you didn’t think he had one. He was so desperate to get his hands on you that foreplay was barely an option. Obviously, he couldn't hurt his sweetheart, so he devoured your aching cunt and stretched out your walls with his soft fingers. But he didn't waste any time after you were prepped to stuff you full of his cock. And, obviously, you were just as desperate to feel him inside you that you didn't notice the soft brushes of hair grazing your mound.

Gojo Satoru hated how his hair grew. He never could grow stubble or chest hair, and as he got older, the more he realized how much women LOVED a hairy man. Satoru didn't see the appeal. All he knew was that he met you and you were just so perfect. He wanted to make you happy. He assumed that, because you were probably like any other woman, you found the hairy stuff attractive.

Gojo Satoru figures, "Hey, if I can't grow hair up here, might as well get it packing down there." And so that's what he did. He didn't shave it all, just trimmed and kept it mediums length, and he definitely made sure to keep it clean. God knows he would die of embarrassment if you choked on his smell and not his cock. The second time and third time you both get down and dirty, you insist you want to take it slow.

Gojo Satoru was sweating bullets. He knew he was attractive, girls literally threw themselves at him all the time, but he really REALLY wanted you to like his body. His hands were sweating the moment you began kissing down his chest, and he shivered as your lips grazed his abs. No signs of disappointment, yet. He felt saliva pool on his tongue and gulped as soon as your lips ghosted his happy trail. Again, there's no disappointment. But as his boxers were off and his semi hard cock sprang forward, he cringed at the look of shock on your face.

It would have been nice if you were gawking at his dick, but your eyes immediately fell onto his pubic hair. He heard your giggles, and he didn't let himself see it as he tilted his head back. His hands came up to cover his face, red creeping up his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. "Dont fucking laugh at me, not right now. Not with my dick out like that." He borderline whined. You couldn't help it. You poked at the soft hair covering his shaft to his balls. "Oh baby, you Iook like a cloud." The teasing didn't help, either.

Satoru grabbed his pillow and immediately covered his groin, shuffling up and off the bed. "Where are you going?" You laughed, watching him awkwardly shuffle on his feet towards the bathroom. "It's coming off, shaving it right now!" He grumbled, a pout forming on his lips." His words made you rush after him to the bathroom. "'Toru no!"

Geto Suguru -> YOU LIKE IT?

Geto Suguru, on the other hand, would be so confused by the infatuation that he sees on social media. Why is something like veins or chest hair so attractive? Hell, he hated chest hair with a passion. He despised how it rubbed against his shirt. He hated the feeling it gave him when he showered and he had to scrub a little harder to get under the hair. It would be shaved off immediately.

But then Geto Suguru met you, and his ideas changed a little bit. He loved you. He already knew that, so he definitely wanted you to find him sexy. The question was, would you find his chest hair attractive, or would you be disgusted? A part of him really wanted you to despise the texture and feel as much as he did, but he had to wait and see.

The perfect opportunity arose when you both were enthralled in a passionate kiss; your legs straddled his waist, your arms wrapped snugly around his neck, his own muscular arms (he began seeing the appeal of veins thanks to you) wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you against him. It was getting heated quickly, and Suguru didn't think before he acted. He let his cock think for him as he tugged your shirt over your head. And, God, you're beautiful.

You're just so sexy and soft. He had to touch every part of you. He needed to feel you against him, chest to chest, skin to skin. He only parted from your lips for a second as he pulled his own shirt up and over his chest. The kiss resumed, and Suguru pulled you closer by his grip on your hips. He froze when you immediately pulled away from him.

There was a look of confusion and shock on your face as your gaze fell to his chest, and Suguru felt as if he was a teenage boy again. All of his insecurities and vulnerabilities sat right out on the table. The cards were in your hands. How would you play them? Well, your first reaction was to rub at the itchy part of your chest that had pressed hard against his. Then your other hand gently reaches up to rake through the tuffy strands. It was no bear fur, but it wasn't the feeling of teenage pubes either. A small smile graced your lips as you held back a full smirk.

"What? What's with the face?" He mumbled, eyeing your soft lips defensively. The sight of your big bad boyfriend with thin chest hair made something tighten in your abdomen. And that POUT, fuck you just wanted to kiss him all over and love him until the sun explodes. "Oh, nothing." You said softly, coming out more mischievous than you intended. He gave you a look, he didn't believe you.

"No, really, it's nothing! I just.. had a thought." The words weren't uncertain, per se, but they were a little hesitant. How would you tell your big "black cat" boyfriend that you wanted nothing more than to pick him up and put him in your pocket? Love him forever and squeeze him to death. Should that even be what you feel at the sight of his chest hair? Probably not, and it's definitely not what he would want you to feel.

"Babe." He tried to sound stern, but the word was more like a groan. Oh, it's definitely bothering his conscious now. You only shook your head with a giggle as you readjusted to your previous position, hips to his, arms around his neck, chest to chest, and lips to lips. You laid pecks on his lips, not letting him savor your kisses as you spoke. "I just think you're the cutest thing in the world."

Nanami Kento -> YOU..WHAT?

He hasn't given it a thought in the world. Well, perhaps he used to when he cared, but now he couldn't care less. He enjoys the way your fingers feel caressing his jaw, but he never could have thought that you only did it lovingly because of his stubble. Maybe you should have said something about it, then you wouldn't be here today, pouting like a child. Honestly, you didn't think about mentioning it. Since day one, your boyfriend has had facial hair.

You envied how perfect his eyebrows were, and the little side burns he would form when he didn't shave was absolutely PRECIOUS, but his stubble was your favorite. The feeling of it on the pads of your fingers as you shared loving kisses made you swoon. Or the feeling you would get when his stubble tickled your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. Melted your heart and fizzled your brain.

But you never once mentioned how much you adore it, so why were you pouting and looking at him like that? The sight would have made him chuckle, the stance of an upset toddler, but you did look genuinely offended, and he couldn't have that. He tossed the towel to rest on his shoulder as he approached you, and he could have sworn he saw red tinting your cheeks.

Whether it was because he was half naked or because you were upset wasn't clear. He gave you a concerned look as he gently rubbed his hands down your shoulders. "Honey, are you alright?" His sweet voice nearly made you succumb to his concern. But you wouldn't forgive him that easily. Besides, that was NOT your boyfriend. That was a child.

"Put it back." You grumbled. Kento, being genuinely confused, took a glance into the bathroom behind him. Had he used your razor? Or maybe he accidentally used too much shaving cream. "My love, I don't know what you mean." He said softly, hoping to just talk it out like mature adults. You made it obvious quickly that the matter of debate wasn't a serious one to discuss in the first place. Your hand covered his mouth, under his nose, and your pout deepened. "Stop talking, I can see my face in your pale ass cheeks." Your statement made his eyes light up in realization. He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling it away. "Oh? That's the matter?" The tease in his words didn't do well to settle the upset in your gut.

"Kento, I'm being serious! Why would you shave it off, you look like a baby now!" The drawn-out whine in your tone made him huff a smirk. He's the baby? With a whine like that, anyone would mistake you for a child. A brat, more specifically. "Now all your kisses won't feel as good -" Kento gripped your chin and brought your lips to his. He wasn't rough or angry, at least not in his actions. His grip was firm but soft as he tilted your lips to meet his. The kiss was slow and sensual, and when Kento pulled away, he smirked at the lidded eyes that looked back at him. "I certainly hope I can still deliver."

Fushiguro Toji -> OH COME ON.

"Are you kidding me?" His gruff voice groaned. His hands left your hips and flew up in disbelief. You were serious? This is bullshit! Toji has been telling you for days that he didn't care if you had public hair, he didn't care if you had forgotten to shave your legs, he didn't even care if you just ran a damn marathon and now you smell like a fish shop.

He was looking forward to eating your sweet pussy for dessert all day. Then you turn around and demand he let you shower and shave first. Toji just got back from this GRUELING mission, and he only wanted one thing to relieve his stress, and you thought he cared about hair? Hell fucking no. He wasn't a pussy, and he definitely didn't like you thinking he was some douchebag that even thought twice about all that shit.

He wanted something to quench his thirst, and you were his blood bag. He looked back down at you with a scowl. "You're not fucking with me right now?" He asked, eyeing your face for any shits and giggles, but you were stone faced. You were determined. You were being for real. And Toji felt his eye twitch.

"I woke up at 5 in the fucking morning, didn't get to eat breakfast with my girl, went on that job all day and-" He had been inching closer and closer as he basically growled these words at you. Your legs instinctively shifted you away as he approached, and the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed in no time. "-you actually think I give a shit whether your smooth or whatever? Do you know who you're talking to?" He scoffed. His chest nearly pressed against yours before you stumbled back onto the bed.

You genuinely gulped as you looked up at his hulking body standing above you. "You know better than anyone that I grow hair like a fucking grizzly, I shed like a dog, and you think I give two fucks if your cunt is hairy?" The question made you cringe slightly. The description of "hairy" for your pussy felt wrong, and you opened your mouth to speak before Tojis knee cut you off. He propped his knee up on the edge of the bed, between your thighs.

A soft squeak escaped your lips as he forced your legs to open farther apart, your already sticky pussy lips rubbing uncomfortably against your panties. As if he were a predator, he slowly leaned down with his arms, encasing your torso. "If the next words out of your pretty lips isn't an apology or agreement, keep them closed."

Sukuna Ryomen -> NOT IN A MILLENNIUM

After thousands of years together, you would think Sakuna knows you better than anyone. He sure hope he did, at least. He knew your favorite slippers, the type of rice you adore. He knew how hard it was for you to choose between cats and dogs. Sometimes, you chose neither. But he knew this about you. He knew YOU. And he definitely thought he knew your body. Insecurities that made you vulnerable, he knew them. Although he made sure that you were well loved, away from prying eyes, so you forgot these damned feelings.

Ryomen didn't predict this knew change in your routine. Sure, he knew he had been busy recently, but since when did you go see some weird health person every afternoon? Was there something he was missing? Or worse, were you keeping secrets. Oh God's, were you pregnant? Finally! Thank whoever is listening because if he had to go one more century without a heir, he was going to lose it-

Oh. Oh, you aren't pregnant. And you definitely aren't sick. He had heard you mentioning this before. It's called a Brazilian wax. And he wasn't enjoying one second of watching this. The one time he's home in the afternoon, and you ask him to drive you to a medical place nearby. You claimed it was healthy, at least, so he assumed. What you failed to mention was that it was a different kind of health. It was more of a "spa" or whatever humans called it. And Sakuna watched with a scowl as this odd masked lady applied wax to his wife's ass and pulled as hard as she could to tear her hair out.

You had been with Ryomen for so long that you didn't care for shame anymore. As soon as you stepped out of the building, you beamed up at him but had to stifle a laugh when you saw the clench of his jaw. "Ryo, my love, are you alright?" Oh, you asked like you were innocent, like you didn't know of his inner turmoil at the moment. He glanced at you but then scoffed and shook his head. "Can't fucking believe you." His grumble made you cover your mouth, not wanting to push his buttons TOO far now.

"Wh-what do you mean, honey? I'm smooth now. How did you think I kept myself so soft and young?" You weren't completely joking. The skin ointment and waxing that the spa offered definitely helped keep your complexion. Not only that, but you're an immortal demon as well, kinda hard to age with a quirk like that. Ryomen simply rolled his eyes. "All of this modern-day shit and their trends." He continued to complain his grumbles under his breath all the way to his car. And even afterward, on the drive home, you would hear a sigh and then more comments afterward. A pout formed on your lips, and you sighed. "Ryo, why does it bother you so much?" You asked, pouting lips pressed up from your first. Sakuna rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You can be idiotic at times, brat." His voice was low and judgemental. You raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed in return. "Oh please! You love my smooth ass, admit it." You said, successfully pushing his buttons. Sakuna reached over the gear shift and gripped your thigh. "And we shall ignore the forests growing up my legs as well then? Does my hair turn you off, my love?" You couldn't tell if it was rhetorical, but you didn't have time to respond anyway.

[autisticroboticist]

i me♤n ♤ lot of people h♤ve their trollt♤gs ♤s "♤R" on here it isnt rly worthy of its own post

what dO U mEn thE ArS is on hEre now .. what the fuck

[reality-detective]

Pay attention to Turkey. 🇹🇷

Pay attention to Iraq. 🇮🇶

Pay attention to Russia. 🇷🇺

Pay attention to Saudi Arabia. 🇸🇦

Pay Attention to Europe. 🇪🇺

Why?

Because these are the countries that are doing the dirty work by subduing Israel. 🇮🇱

Not Donald Trump!

D. Trump did his job when he offered Benjamin Netanyahu a peace deal. It was declined. You have to understand Iraq is going to be the power house next to America in the Middle East. Not Israel.

How?

Because Israel does not control the trade routes required in order to have the contracts needed to have close diplomatic ties with other countries that share their views of conquests who will support them. That is why Benjamin Netanyahu came crying to the US Congress for more money.

Everyone reading this needs to look up the Iraqi Development Road Project. This is the momentum needed in order to pull off what B. Netanyahu is attempting to do in Gaza. But he can't. Because Saudi Arabia is in the process of recognizing them as a state.

Guess who is not coming out against this?

Donald Trump. You have not seen anything on D. Trump's social media accounts denouncing this maneuver by Saudi Arabia who will ultimately defeat Israel.

Stop looking for D. Trump to verbally assault Israel.

Stop looking for D. Trump to say anything negative about Benjamin Netanyahu.

Stop looking for D. Trump to come out and denounce war against terrorism.

None of this is neccessary. When there is a sting op occurring the honey pot is placed to attract the bees away from the nest that is being removed. Who could be the honey pot(the distraction) Donald Trump?

You do not have to swat a single bee. While they are distracted with the honey you can peacefully remove the hive and get rid of all of them without using any spray. Especially if the queen is no longer there.

The Monarch gone.

The Rothschilds trapped.

The Deep State in panic.

The media is useless.

The puppet masters removed.

The Normies are clueless.

But you who are paying attention are "The New Republic".

You all need to start acting that way. You can not run around reacting to everything like the general public is doing. What use will you be once disclosure gets here and they run to you and you are just as confused as they are?

Please, nothing is happening haphazardly in any regard. You are watching a controlled demolition of the old guard in slow motion. That way as it is happening you can learn about all the agendas that were created to enslave you and be prepared to share that with others who are oblivious to everything you are reading here.

The WTO announcement already that the world is waiting on Iraq. Not Israel. They are a non factor. Which is why they are being ignored and have no major trade deals on the level that Iraq has. No competition. Why do you think China removed Israel off of their largest map platform 24 hrs after the Belfour Declaration expired late October 31st last year?

But that was just a coincidence right?

F♤ck outta here with that sh¡t. 🤔

[reyreadersblog]

"A duel my love?"

Pairs: Lyra x Grayson, Lyrason.

Warnings: swords, fighting.

AN: this is basically set after TGG, also i am writing in first person because i phisically can't write in third person and i'm sorry if it's not your cup of tea, also sorry if it's too corny😭🙏🏻

Tags: @reminiscentreader @lxvebelle @jkriordanverse @f4iry-bell @dutifullysparklyphilosopher @two-braincells-in-total @wish-i-were-heather @whatsamongus @lyrakanefanatic

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LYRA'S POV:

If you'd told me a year and a half ago that today i'd be standing in front of the opening gates of the Hawthorne mansion with my boyfriend, Grayson Hawthorne beside me, i'd laugh at your face and praise your imagination.

Oh, well...you know what they say, only time can tell.

To say the house is huge is an understatement, it's enormous. Until now i had only seen it in magazines and social media.

A few weeks ago Avery Grambs, a Hawthorne heiress and Grayson's brothers insisted that i visited them with Grayson.

"you need to visit us at the mansion, i'll be your guide" Avery said.

"yeah, you're part of the family now" Xander winked at me.

I am part of the family now.

I am part of the family now.

I am part of the family now.

I repeated that sentence few times in my head and smiled to myself.

"Lyra" a voice called behind.

"Lyra" a voice, his voice.

"Huh?" I blurted out.

"Lyra, are you okay sweetheart?" Grayson stood in front of me caressing my cheek, looking a bit concerned, I melted into his touch.

I took his hand in mine and smiled at him.

"I'm alright, i just...zoned out a bit"

Grayson smiled back at me, and i could swear everytime he smiled, i felt days of my lifetime taken out of my body. It was killing me.

Then suddenly it hit me.

"Oh, wait i forgot to take out my luggage!" I panicked.

Grayson chuckled and i felt kind of embarrased.

I'm sorry mister but i'm just getting used to this lifestyle.

"You don't have to worry about them, i told the valet to take it to our room" when he said "our" i felt something in my stomach.

Was i having butterflies?

Jesus, we've been dating for almost a year and he still found a way to make me anxious (in a good way).

"Are we going to meet them inside?" I asked.

"Yes, but before i want to show you something"

"Show me what?" I arched an eyebrow.

He took my hands and kissed them.

"You'll see, i just need you to follow me" and so i did, i followed him. First thing i saw was a giant fountain and two paths, splitting of in both directions. The great garden had everything: Brenches, flowers, bushes, fountains and...a hedge maze.

"Where exacly are we going?" I asked him, following his every move.

"You're not usually this impatient" he told me, ignoring the question, slightly smiling.

"Well, i don't know, what if you're kidnapping me?" I teased him.

"I know better than to kidnapp Lyra Catalina Kane"

I watched his every move and every turn...and it would be a lie if i said i didn't stare at his muscles which you could see even when he wore his armors.

Right turn. Left turn. Forward. Left. Right.

Every once in a while he'd turn his head and look at me, i don't know if this was his way of adoration or his way of making sure i was right by his side.

"We're here" Grayson said.

Finally we arrived at what i guessed would be the center, a large square area. I don't know what i expected, but it wasn't this. And then i saw Grayson kneeling, touching something undernearth the grass and all of a sudden i felt ground shaking.

I stepped closer and i saw a steel compartment embedded in the ground, about six feet long, three feet wide and not that deep. I looked in Grayson's direction, he was holding something metal.

A sword.

I laughed. a shocking laugh.

This i didn't expect at all.

"Longswords" we both said at the same time.

I knelt down to hold it.

"Careful, they're heavy" Grayson warned me and i rolled my eyes at him.

It was indeed heavy, about 3 feet long, with a T- shaped hilt.

I brushed my hand through the hard metal.

"Type Xll, sword of the early middle ages, grete swerdes"

Grayson smiled at me and he looked..proud.

"A duel my love?" I asked him.

"No" he said without hesetating.

"What? Why?" I asked confused

"Lyra, i've been practicing sword fighting ever since i turned 6, my grandfather made sure i knew every technique and i don't want to-"

"Ohhhh..so that's what this is about..you think of me as a low oponent, i'm guessing me telling you the history of this sword wasn't enough to make you believe how skilled i am, huh?" I chuckled

"I just don't want to hu-"

Swing.

I swung at him aware of every muscle in my body and his.

He avoided it, and now our blades made an "X".

"Try me, asshole" i said smirking.

Grayson smiled softly. Everything about it was dangerous.

Grayson stepped forward and we both swing the sword at the same time.

Nice stance, he needs to work more on his reflex though.

But he isn't showing his full potential. He is going easy on me.

I knew it, sword fighting has always been one of my passions and i hated when people underestimated me.

My sword touched his.

Winning against Grayson is going to be easy, all i need is control and balance.

One of the main rules of sword swinging was to never look into an oponent's eyes more than 2 seconds, always pay attention to the sword and the way your oponent moves.

Yet i could't take my eyes away from his.

Ever since we started dating, i'd look into his eyes and i could swear every day they were different shades. One day they'd be grey like the ashes, the second day they'd be blue, but not like the sky, like the pool he swam in at nights.

Concentrate. I remind myself.

I take a step back..and lost the balance.

That's what happens when you act stupid.

Before i fell, Grayson caught me with one hand.

His hand. My waist.

We both laughed softly, his hot breath on my mouth.

And then i kissed him. Hard and fast.

Both of us melt in this kiss.

And i could feel him slowly loosing control.

He lowered sword, his other hand traveling from my cheek to my neck, softly grabbing my hair.

And then i pulled away, sweeped my leg, turned around and swung at him again.

"Your grandfather didn't teach you to never be swayed by a sexy woman?"

Grayson opened his mouth to say something and suddenly stopped.

"Your arm- You're bleeding Lyra" Grayson panicked.

I looked at my left arm, i was indeed bleeding.

How did this happen?

He came closer to look at my arm. He looked very worried.

"Gray, it's just a scratch-"

"Just a scratch Lyra? This is an injury, we need to go back, i'll fix you up"

Grayson Hawthorne would destroy the world before he'd let anything or anyone hurt me. So there was no point in going against his will right now.

"Okay, but i'd really like to continue this later"

"Sword swinging, or the kiss?" He knew what he was doing.

I smiled as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I knew we were going to do anything like that in a hedge maze but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to.

Grayson pulled away.

"Lyra-"

"I know, i know, let's get back to the mansion."

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Hobie1610 pt. 3

part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol

not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf

in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!

>pt. 1 here<

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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.

Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a date…) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.

Just his luck, of course.

But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didn’t ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didn’t feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!

So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.

… Kind of.

That look on Hobie’s handsome face as he looked down past Miles’ coat collar though…

That still ate away at an anxious part of Miles’ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.

No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hour’s worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.

It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.

Miles decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.

So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after all…

Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.

He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.

Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.

Spiderman’s eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.

Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didn’t seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.

It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didn’t really affect Spiderman’s senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runner’s next moves.

It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art… or beyond? That was the million dollar question.

Spiderman didn’t want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.

Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.

He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.

The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.

He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)

Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.

Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!

In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto… something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.

Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.

Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didn’t see Hobie’s sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.

What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.

The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.

From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.

No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldn’t.

No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guy’s flashlight swept a little too close to Hobie’s head. Damnit.

Spiderman couldn’t just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!

He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.

He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.

Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.

Shit!!!

Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didn’t even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!

... Okay, plan B!

Spiderman’s brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.

Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just… grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.

The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.

One of them even yelled, “what the hell was that?!” like a character in one of his dad’s favorite cheesy slasher movies.

Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.

The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spiderman’s initial hiding spot.

Spiderman didn’t stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friend’s wiry arms clutching him tightly.

They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.

The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really could’ve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.

He squeezed Spiderman’s shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.

“Ouch!” Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasn’t guaranteed.

“Go, go, go, go, man! Let’s get out of here!!” Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spiderman’s mask.

Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.

Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.

The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.

Bullet! Spiderman’s senses screamed into his cerebellum.

“Goddamn,” he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. “Bullets for us? That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?”

Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. “Brother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!” He shouted into Spiderman’s ear.

“Ow. Okay,” Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.

He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Spiderman began, speaking quickly. “Hold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!”

“On it!” Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spiderman’s torso.

They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.

Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.

The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatre’s general admission and concessions area.

They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.

After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.

“Fucking kids, man. What the hell,” Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.

Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people don’t think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.

“… Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You could’ve gotten killed!” Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative… but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!

Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?

Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.

“I got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, I’m not the thief, if that’s what you’re wondering,”

Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.

He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. “Fine. I believe you. What’s on that drive?”

Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. “…Damn. You’re Spiderman,”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, I’m your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else I’m webbing you up and calling the cops.”

“Hey!” Hobie objected. “Like I said already, I’m the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopin’ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!”

Spiderman bobbed his head. “Okay? And what’s on it?”

Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. “Most likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. I’ve been uh… investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.”

Hobie’s mischievous grin was met by Spiderman’s disapproving stare.

“And why didn’t you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasn’t there to save you, you could’ve died, man.”

Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. “Y’know, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.”

Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “Oof, ow. That’s mean,”

“Yeah, it is, but you know I’m right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricks’ll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!” Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.

Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNY’s less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.

Spiderman rubbed his chin. “Point taken," he conceded. "So what’s your plan now?”

Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. “I’m gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalist’ll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,”

Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, “what reward?”

“The reward for turning in precious security info, genius!” Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. “If I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?”

Miles’ brow creased behind his mask. “… I don’t think I will. Sounds like you’re doing the right thing… mostly.”

Hobie cheered silently. “Yes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!”

Spiderman sighed. “But first, I need to know you’re gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that you’re not gonna get followed home.”

Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. “Yeah, you can walk me home if you want,”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean, that’s not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that you’re not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really could’ve gotten hurt!”

Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the mask’s giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.

Then, he held up his pinkie. “… Fine. I won’t do stupid shit like this again. I promise.”

Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobie’s. “Uh. Okay, cool! Cool, that’s what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, that’s all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,”

“What, professionals like you? You might’ve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.”

“Anyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The ‘vigilante hero with cool superpowers’?” Spiderman shot back.

They both laughed.

“Seriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,” Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. “I was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like… a fish or something.”

“And what about you?” Spiderman smiled despite himself.

“Well,” Hobie shrugged. “If I died, I died. I guess,”

It was Spiderman’s turn to scoff now. “You have a family, man. Don’t be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!”

Hobie’s expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.

“… My family’s barely my family. I don’t have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.” Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.

Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.

He would never admit it out loud, but he’d seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time he’d been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from “falling” onto train tracks.

And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobie’s particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.

A flash of his uncle Aaron’s face lit up a part of his brain that he hadn’t really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. “… Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.”

He didn’t notice Hobie’s shoulders hitch at that phrase.

“But,” Spiderman continued, “You got people out here who care about you, even if you don’t know it. You’re still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?”

Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.

It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.

“Can I ask you something?” Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Uh, sure.” Spiderman replied.

“Do you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?”

The air was sucked out of Spiderman’s lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.

“U-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I don’t get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--”

“I knew it,” Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.

Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.

“Uh. What--”

Spiderman felt Hobie’s chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. “Your secret’s safe with me, by the way. I’m not telling anyone,”

Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.

Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!

Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. “Oh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what you’re thinking or who you think I am, but--!”

Hobie sighed loudly. “Miles, I saw your suit.”

The world screeched to a halt.

Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. “I, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasn’t… a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it could’ve been any logo at all, but. Well, you’re a pretty bad liar too, y’know that, right?”

Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. “Uh. W-well,”

Hobie smiled shyly. “You, uh… you’re like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.”

Damn. Damn it all.

Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. “H-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or we’re both dead!”

Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. “Look bro, you’ve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I don’t break promises.”

Miles didn’t point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.

“D-do… do you actually, like actually promise me you’ll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?”

Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. “I, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.”

Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. “Oh my god,” he exhales on a shaky laugh.

“Don’t you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,” Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. “We could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!”

“No, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. I’m not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesn’t do sidekicks anyways,”

Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. “Well, I mean… think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if you’re down! And, uh. You do have my number,”

Miles looked up and took a deep breath. “Mmnyes, I do. I do have your number. That’s… I mean you’re not wrong about that. Listen, I think it’s getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.”

The corners of Hobie’s mouth curled up mischievously. “True, true. It is a school night, after all.”

Miles couldn’t stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. “Yep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. C’mon, let’s go.”

Miles moved to step into Hobie’s space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.

But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.

The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobie’s skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.

He was standing so close to him! Oh god!

The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.

Hobie’s soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.

“U-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...” he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.

All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.

Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each other’s arms on a cold night-- and Miles’ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didn’t know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobie’s arms, but they must’ve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobie’s biceps.

Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully… Hobie made his move.

Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.

Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobie’s soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.

Miles wasn’t sure why he did, but he held his breath.

After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks… Hobie grinned beautifully.

“Damn. There you are,”

Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. “Uh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,” he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.

Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. “You know… I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though… I really should...”

The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.

“Hobie!”

Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. “Re-lax! I’m not gonna actually do it. But. Y’know.”

“And if you do, I’ll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,” Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.

“Psshh, and then get my mom’s two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,”

“As if they could ever catch me! I’m Spiderman!”

Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.

Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunter’s Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.

With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.

“So, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you I’d take you back home safely, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“’Cause you promised, right?” Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.

“Uhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!” Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.

“You gonna walk me home, Spiderman?” Hobie threw him a side-long glance.

“Yyyeah…? Why? You’d rather swing home?”

“I liked swinging, actually. Yeah,” Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. “Yeah… let’s swing!”

Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spiderman’s side.

Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.

“You sure?” He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.

Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.

“Yeah, I am! Let’s go,”

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Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that you’re not ginna tell a soul about… well…

Miles: gonna*

MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]

Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)

Miles: No. But I can find out… I got connects

MJ: Uh huh. I’ll tell your “connects” that if you don’t take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soon……..

Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I can’t believe this. My next arch nemesis… damn

Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates

Miles: It be ya own people

From his family’s Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.

From Miles’ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.

[aydinkardes]

tag drop.

[pjsk-writin]

Hello!! how are you? Can i have N25 (Seperately) with a reader who's a big fan of Niigo and is the biggest fan of the characters? And when they decided to hang out (The reader still doesnt know they're part of N25) The reader started rambling about how much they love them like "Woah Enanan's illustration is so good!", "Yuki's voice is so nice!!" Etc etc. (Basically Niigo members with a S/o who's a big fan of them and decides to gush about them without knowing)

IDK WHY BUT I THINK THIS WOULD BE SO ADORABLE Especially Ena bcs my girl needs some love!!!! (ALL OF THEM NEEDS LOVE‼️‼️‼️)

I apologize if this is confusing,, I hope you're having a great week, Don't forget to take a break, and don't overwork yourself!!!

- 🦅 anon

HDFJDJJFG NO DW THIS IS SO CUTES I LOVE THIS IDEA !!! have a great week too, and I hope u like this !! <3

♤ GUSHING ABOUT THEM - Kanade Yoisaki, Mafuyu Asahina, Ena Shinonome and Mizuki Akiyama x Reader

Kanade:

You had discovered Niigo on a random late night, and the composing work done by K had blown you away after the first listen!

At the same time of your discovery, you met Kanade, a homebody you bumped into while out and about, but you got along with her pretty well

You had days planned with her where you would go to visit her house, talking with her about random things and making sure that she was eating well

As she was eating your meal, you saw her keyboard by her desk, and was immediately reminded of Niigo and the wonderful composer of the group

"Hey Kanade, have you ever heard of this group called Niigo?" You missed the way she freezes, food in hand as she hesitantly shook her head. "Um...I don't think so? They sound interesting though."

You nodded, a grin spreading across your lips as you rambled, "Oh my god, you should totally listen to their music! Their composer, K? They're so incredible, their music really speaks to me!"

She was trying to keep her cool, but she was smiling, a warm flush settling over her face as she heard you gushing about...her. It made her heart flutter at your adoration for both sides of her <3

Mafuyu:

When you first discovered Niigo, you were completely blown away by the lyrics. They spoke to you, and you grew a big appreciation for Yuki, their lyricist!

You had met Mafuyu while you both were on your way to school, and her smiley disposition was always nice to be around, even if things felt a bit...off at times

She had grown used to having you accompany her as you both walked to school, finding that being around you always left a sort of warmth in her chest

You were talking with her as the both of you made your way to school, a faint melody of a random song reminding you of your late night discovery

"Oh, Mafuyu, have you heard of Niigo?" She seemed to pause a bit in her steps, face dropping slightly before she looked to you, giving that same smile, "Ah, not really! What is that?"

You were quick to launch into a tangent, enthusiasm in your tone, "I don't know if they'd be your style, but they're a music group! I especially love their lyrics, Yuki is such a talented person!"

She didn't usually feel any emotions, but to witness your delight as you talked about something she had done, no good girl persona attached? It made her feel something she never felt before <3

Ena:

You had been drawn to Niigo's music by the illustrations in the first place, finding that every single drawing was perfect for the song it went with, solidifying your awe for Enanan

You happened to bump into Ena by chance as she was on her way to night school and you were out and about, but the two of you managed to make quick friends

She loved to take you around to different spots so that she could take pictures for her social media, finding that your company always made it more fun!

As the two of you sat together in a restaurant, you noticed a couple of drawings nearby that reminded you of the group and illustrator you had discovered

"Ooh, Ena, have you heard of Niigo before?" She almost dropped her phone, looking up at you in surprise before quickly covering up by shaking her head. "Uhh...No? Should I know them?"

You laughed, shaking your head as you rambled, "I mean, they're very good! I love their music, but I mostly love them for the work their illustrator, Enanan, does! Their drawings are so pretty!"

Her heart swells almost immediately upon hearing your compliments, barely able to hide her big grin. All she wants is to be recognized for her art, and you seem to do just that <3

Mizuki:

You had clicked on a Niigo video by either sheer coincidence or pure accident, but the production and overall look of the music videos kept you hooked, Amia's style really keeping you drawn in

You met Mizuki while both of you were out shopping, and they ended up claiming you as one of the people they bring along to the mall

They love making cute outfits for you both, but they also look around for inspiration for their music videos every now and then. They don't tell you that though

While the two of you were out together, you found something that reminded you of a Niigo music video, which made you light up and ask your mall buddy about them

"Hey Mizuki, do you know Niigo?" They froze, almost dropping the bags in thier hands as they looked over at you before tilting their head, "Hm, not really! Are they cute?"

You hummed, shrugging, "I mean, they're a faceless group, but their music is so good! Plus, all of their music videos are gorgeous, Amia does such a good job at connecting the videos with the music!"

They swore they could die happy in that moment, eyes sparkling as they tried their best to hide how happy your praise made them. They appreciated your words more than you would ever know <3

[ask-kei-machi]

♤ Kei's opinions on his classmates ♤ [Part One of Two]

Frostheim

Jin - “Do not even mention his name, I would rather die than speak to that piece of [REDACTED].”

Tohma - “He is... tolerable, but his demeanor is off-putting...”

Luca - “Who? The British exchange student? His presence irks me to a degree... Very rule-abiding to a fault.”

Kaito - “Kaito? Oh, he's a very sweet boy. I like talking to him, even if the only things he ever speaks about are whatever is trending on social media or what he reads online.”

Vagastrom

Alan - [Refuses to make a comment, seems to be slightly intimidated by his senior's large form.]

Leo - “The Leo Kurosagi? No, I despise his presence. I avoid confrontations with him whenever the chance is there. It's not like he's able to dig information about me... I hope.”

Sho - “Shohei- I mean Sho, is quite alright when that influencer isn't sticking to him like a tick. His food is delicious too.”

Jabberwock

Haru - “Haru? I don't really talk to him much, but as long as he doesn't pester me with trying to buy a Safari experience, I think he's alright.”

Towa - “Ah... Towa, the one whom stole my heart I admire... What do you mean my personality changes when he's around? That's nonsense.”

Ren - “Ren is... somewhat of my companion, mostly in online games where I'm a low level.”

[guided-by-the-skies]

Aquarius Full Moon Ecological Healing Package | Relationships, Shadow Work, and More

🌑 We are dealing with a really intense full moon energy at the moment, so here's what that means, how it will effect you, and most importantly, it's context given that not everyone is in an environment that is in tune with them (especially in the 21st century)

🌑 In the modern industrialised world we have lost a sense of awe and reverance for nature

🌑 Previous generations across the world and through time would have treated this powerful full moon with direct respect. That may have been in the form of it simply being a guiding light for ships to set sail (practical) or directly by considering it as a source of spiritual power. Either way, they would have paid attention to it. The modern world normalises disconnection from the rhythms of nature and movements of the planets, so if you feel weird this full moon and like you are being bombarded with responsibilities, remember that we live very unnatural lives - and your direct ancestors would have taken this much more seriously than the atheistic, nature-disconnected modern schedules we have to adhere to now

🌑 Most eras and cultures through history would also have done something to mark and commemorate this full moon - whether a festival, moonlight walk, or simply knowing that it was a good time to harvest their crops. Letting these profound and powerfum astrological changes pass by without acknowledgement can be disorienting for our ancient psyches in modern bodies. So, be sure to do something that connects you with your emotions and allows you to tune into your more intuitive nature.

~ ☆ ~ ☆ ♤

Observations on how supermoons affect you:, and especially this one:

🐬 Moon in First House: this full moon you may experience no less than profound changes to your sense of self if you do shadow work. Generally people with this placement tend to be attached to their emotions as part of their identity, and whilst this can be painful sometimes, this full moon presents an opportunity for a change of identity that can happen smoothly and rapidly in a way that may be more difficult at other times.

🐬 Moon in Second House: With mercury in retrograde, you don't have it easy, and the mix ups in communications that can happen around this time are amplified when the planet governing your emotional nature is also going through such profound change. With two T-squares in the current chart, tension is high, but this is proportionate to the amount of change that can happen if you push through. Now, however, is a great time to work on yourself and your own shadow work as opposed to trying to swim against the current with the difficult energy that may be affection emotional expression and interpersonal relationships.

🐬 Moon in Third House: can feel acutely vulnerable at this time to difficult or toxic relationships and may lean on other relationships to avoid processing difficult feelings around this. Can be highly emotionally affected by constant information flow from technology and social media. This full moon is a good time to try and look away from social media (if possible) and focus particularly on yourself, whether this looks like curling up with a good book, or taking a long relaxing bath.

🐬 Moon in Fourth House: May be struggling with a love hate relationship with authority atvthe moment and a desire for more holistic or alternative ways of living. The moon can often bring the idea of a home or making a home to the forefront of your mind and can potentially amplify feelings of loniness, though at the same time may also make it easier to repair emotional wounds at your core this full moon. The modern world is governed by transience and we are in an era of intense change which can affect fourth house moon placements particularly strongly, disrupting your drive for homeliness and connections to your roots. Creating a routine that connects you with something timeless can strongly help with this, such as painting, going for a walk in the woods, or similar.

🐬 Moon in Fifth House: emotions are directly connected to your sense of physical pleasure and luxury, and now is the time to evaluate whethee you may feel disatisfied wirh the current manifestations of this in life. You may also feel the the shadow work your psyche is naturally doing finds it outlet as creative expression, so be sure to go with the flow here and let it out.

🐬Moon in Sixth House: With jupiter and mars in earthy taurus, we may have an urge to add more luxury and desire more from the basics of our day to day lives. This can potentially lead to you exploring feelings of disatissfaction and resentment towards those provider figures in your life - so check what's transiting this natal moon to see if anything could be exacerbating or amplifying this. Therefore, it's a great time to focus your shadow work on gratitude - although also to practice self care and assess realistically which parts of your life may truly not be meeting your needs.

🐬 Moon in Seventh House: 7th house moon placements may feel a sense of unity and community is lacking within their lives, something which is brought to the forefront during this kind of full moon. Modern life offers many opportunities for superficial connections but very few for deep, long term, meaningful connections. However, this full moon can be an opportunity to evaluate deeply the kinds of relationships you want and use the changeable aquarian energy to go afer them and make concrete decisions towards a long term and more fulfilling future.

🐬 Moon in Eighth House: This full moon falls shortly after the end of the perseids meteor shower. Whilst previously these astrological phenomena were often looked at with fear, they can shake up, heighten, and intensify whatever is out there - for good or for bad. Now we know they are not harbingers of doom, but they can definitely make things a bit spicier and with the moon in the house of big energy exchanges (sex, death, taxes, and other peoples' money), there's some pretty big changes to be had if you can manage them. Perseus was the legendary greek hero who slew the sea monster hydra which was sent in turn to kill the princess Andromeda, who had been chained to a rock. With so much dynamic and triumphant wnergy to do with water (your dominant element) this is a perfect time to instigate the changes you might have been feeling trapped about previously.

🐬 Moon in Ninth House: Tonight the powerful full moon rises next to Saturn and the academic saturnian themes of the 9th house can trigger powerful emotions as this planet currently sits in pisces, a deeply wmotional sign. Whilst not conjunct, focussing on these two celestial bodies may help you unlock themes and feelings to do with this house that may may not have realised you had.

🐬 Moon in Tenth House: The house of social status, this can encompass career, study, and further learning alongside the themes of the 9th house. With the natal moon in the 10th house you may often feel unsure or have to trust your emotions or gut instinct when it comes to decisions about these topics. The aquarius full moon can indicate a huge change and currently it is also a great time to allow suggestions from outside sources to guide you with regards to matters of this house.

🐬 Moon in Eleventh House: You may be feeling like you are not getting what you need from the relationships that surround you. However, changes which take place may not necessarily mean breaking them off but instead approaching them differently. Shadow work allows you to experience them on a deeper level and connect with any emotional blocks that may be preventing clear communications...

🐬 Moon in Twelfth House: Scorpio rises towards the southwest tonight, a powerful sign of the unconscious, shadow themes of our psyche as represented by the 12th house. In greek mythology, scorpio represents the scorpion that was sent by Gaia to sting the hunter Orion after he became arrogant and wanted to kill all the animals on land. The fixed star antares, which shines bright red at the heart of this constellation, normally has negative astrological associations. But like everything in nature, very little is wholly positive or wholly negative but instead can be there to teach us something. The same applies to shadow work, so if you find difficult, dark, or repressed emotions arising this full moon, this can also be an opportunity for positive transformation of these into a new chapter in life.

🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘

Reconnections and Manifestations:

in the NE USA you will be able to see the moon rise on the southeastern horizon and towards the zenith (top most point) of the sky you will see the bright star vega, part of the summer triangle asterism. Even in areas with loads of light pollution, you should still be able to see these three bright stars! Depending on where you are, Saturn will also be visible on the horizon to the east of the moon with a telescope or binoculars.

Pre industrially, these stars would have been associated with the harvest time, and reaping what you sow. It would have been a time to evaluate the decisions of the previous year and bring communities together. As a result, it would also have been a time for change and 'out with the old, in with the new'. The powerful energy of Saturn combined with the aquarius moon can bring tension between the themes of tradition and authority and emotional change.

For fire signs: Change can represent not just what you do, but how you do it. Your approach to things can influence the results just as much as what you are actually doing. Themes within your shadow work that may arise

For water signs: change is most likely to be emotional, as much to do with your own attitude towards the traditions in your life as it is to authority's attitude towards you.

For air signs: The full moon in aquarius can represent a chance to reconnect with one of the great things that is often stripped away from us in the modern world - our connection to our intuitive and creative natures.

For earth signs: The changes brought about by aquarius anything can be a way to move away from following exicit instructions and adopting a more 'go with the flow', trust your instinct approach. The modern world can often be intrusive and cause us to feel pressured into making snap decisions. Previous eras made decisions more slowly and in some cultures gave more priority to feminine, earth energies than the modern world does now. If you are feeling out of sync, leaning into these forgotten energies and approaches can be a way of catalysing the changes that come with this full moon.

Thank you!

[emiplayzmc]

One random fact about each and every one of my Addisons because I CAN:

-Target (Main Pink, jewellery maker, Cyber Shoes manager, tea shop owner)'s fav Light World flowers are bleeding hearts and foxgloves.

-Sample (Main Blue, Cyber Shoes II customer service) has insomnia. Only in his worst mental states can he actually sleep, but only very lightly.

-Banner (Main Orange, fashion designer and caterer) has a borderline unhealthy obsession with making Victorian-era clothes specifically for themself to put on display in their own closet. They can count on one hand the amount of outfits they've actually worn of that time period.

-Broadcast (Main Yellow, news / shopping channel host. Their only host.) is aromantic. YIPPEE.

-Spam (Addispam, email-man and ever-changing intern) learned how to make cars in his spare time by himself before he made it big. He never had actually used them, though - just kept them in an unused alleyway and mix-n-matched them in his spare time between delivering emails and internships.

♤~♤

-Click (Banner's boyfriend, baker and party caterer, Pink) lives in an attic above his bakery. It's small, but it feels like home to them. It has a stained glass window overlooking a highway on the other side of Main Street.

-Vice (Sample's co-worker / girlfriend, Service's Trojan, cashier at Cyber Shoes II, Orange) breaks into Sample's apartment at night to raid his fridge / watch TV for a while. She doesn't know that Sample is awake every time she does this and just lets her get away with it (they live in the same complex). She loves the nights that he makes stuff with leftovers for dinner.

-Snap (Broadcast's co-worker and best friend, camera-man, Green)'s favourite drink is a Shirley Temple. They've never been a fan of alcohol.

♤~♤

-Gamble (Mobile and Clickbait's father, casino owner, Blue), despite being an online advertisement, doesn't know much about how to actually use the Internet beyond posting his casino ads. Mobile tries to help him learn by giving him social media accounts, but he's basically like a grandpa using Facebook.

-Mobile (Clickbait’s elder sister, mobile advertiser [mainly in gambling / lottery / casino apps] and casino bartender, Yellow) prefers to go by Cooper / Couper, or Coop / Coup, her middle name - a reference to Martin Cooper, inventor of the mobile phone.

-Clickbait (Mobile's younger brother and Click's Trojan, clickbait advertiser [mainly making Couper's ads more flashy and clickable], casino bartender, Cyber Shoes II supervisor, gossip columnist, Pink)'s only 'true' friend is a young Werewerewire named Amp that he met in the Dark Web.

-Service (Manager / owner of Cyber Shoes II, Orange) has tapped Vice, Clickbait, and Sample's phones to monitor their activity on their phones, much to their displeasure.

♤~♤

-Hanahaki (placeholder name, Purple)'s favourite flowers are lavender and wisteria vines.

-Patient 0 (placeholder name, Pink) is one of the oldest Addisons to exist and hates being one. Not like Spamton and Sample do with just 'being a Darkner in general,' but actively hates the Addison species, and has days where he wants to destroy his casing to be unrecognizable as one... unfortunately he has enough damage to his endoskeleton as is without uncovering his entire inner skeleton.

♤~♤

[nightingale2004]

Sherlock BBC next generation: Johnlock version

Athena Jessica Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Emily Rudd

Athena is the biological daughter of Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes and older twin of her brother Hamish Scott Watson Holmes

Is the oldest twin by 10 minutes and 32 seconds

She takes after Sherlock but has a bit of Irene in her

Both Athena and Hamish were left on Sherlock's doorstep shortly after they were born

Similar to Sherlock, her deduction skills are flawless (in her words)

Considers John to be her parental figure and compatible with her father than Irene

She doesn't call Irene her mother, only by her first name

Unlike Sherlock, she actually likes learning astronomy

She has a love for art, fencing, and playing violin

She secretly pickpockets the entire London police, including Greg (it's her source of entertainment every now and then)

She hates socializing and finds "normal people" very, very.......boring (her sister, John, Molly, Mrs. Hudson and Greg are the exception)

She is fiercely protective of her siblings

Mastered the art of shutting off her emotions (in her opinion)

Loves experimenting with body parts or dead bodies with Sherlock

Loves to accompany both her dads to crime scenes

She has no filter

She is an extremely quick learner

Has her own mind palace

Is very skilled in martial arts

She takes ballet and art classes (mostly to avoid boredom)

Goes to the library..........a lot

Is a chemistry and science genius

Makes fun of her uncle Mycroft (Sherlock's idea)

Secretly keeps in contact with her aunt Eurus

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Hamish Scott Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Asa Butterfield

Younger twin of Athena and youngest son of Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler

Unlike his twin, he's more sensitive than her and a little more empathetic to people.

Sherlock and John got an Irish setter for their kids and named him Redbeard

He takes after Sherlock in personality but looks like Irene with a hint of Sherlock

He is also very intelligent, like his father

He plays violin, piano and cello

He prefers to observe the crime scene from a distance

When he is in thinking mode, he becomes exactly like his sister and Sherlock

He is Molly's favorite

He knows how to shoot from a crossbow and a long bow

Hamish and Athena destroy their father at clue

He is a little slow on deductions, but he is still good.

Math genius

Extremely adventurous

He shoots arrows and darts at the wall when bored or frustrated

Hamish and his sister's visit their grandparents when they can

Both Hamish and Athena get Lestrade's name wrong every time

Both the Holmes twins correct their teachers if they something wrong in their lesson (which to them, is all the time)

Both John and Sherlock made the twins promise not to say their deductions out loud to their teachers or anyone involved in their educational journey (to avoid suspension or expulsion)

Prefer to be called high functioning sociopaths

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Rosamund "Rose/Rosie" Mary Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly

Rose is the youngest Holmes in her family and considers herself and her father the only normal and sane ones in the family

She is John and Mary's daughter and Sherlock's stepdaughter

Despite not being related by blood, Rose loves her older siblings very much

Both John and Sherlock taught all their children self defense

She inherited her dad's love for creative writing

Rose has her own blog and even makes posts on her social media about her family and their adventures

Loves reading John's stories

She is sometimes jealous of Sherlock and her older siblings and their intellect

Every time she meets a boy, Athena and Hamish make a deduction about him or chase him away

Has a love for the medical field

Hates when bullies or most people make rude comments or remarks about her family

She and John cook

Rose has a picture of her mom

♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤

+ Mrs. Hudson's grand daughter

Allison "Ally" Martha Hudson

Faceclaim: Virginia Gardner

Allison is the granddaughter of the late Mrs. Martha Hudson

After Mrs. Hudson passed away (R.i.p to the legend Una Stubbs 🙏 you will be remembered). Ally's mom inherited the famous 221b Baker Street building, and now both Ally and her mom moved to London permanently and kept the building running

Allison was originally born and raised in America, but both Ally and her mom would visit Mrs. Hudson to spend some time with her

Allison loved her grandmother very much and held her close to her heart

Loved hearing her grandmother's crazy stories

She knows the Holmes family and has babysat the twins and Rosamund whenever she came to visit over the holidays

Sherlock and John see Allison and her mom as part of their family since Mrs. Hudson was family to them and their kids

Ally feels like she's the Holmes kids' mother and big sister most of the time

Hates it when the twins shoot her wall and keep crazy stuff in the fridge

Knows how to handle a gun

She is a divorce child

Weeks after her parents divorced, she never saw her dad again, and Ally spent a month over with Mrs. Hudson

She loves getting involved with the Holmes kids and their adventures

Reminds them constantly that she is NOT THEIR HOUSEKEEPER

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Rampange

Episode 2: ♤HOSTILE♤

{WHERE a young teen screams out her aggression with heavy death metal for a boy she barely knows.}

[1]

《HOSTILE: Showing strong dislike; unfriendly.》

♤

Eagerly munching on your food, you sweat, face curling into sour expression.

'Why...'

Grumbling as you took another bite, your friend, Nika, smiles boredly as she glances at you. Then back at her phone, "so... You seem stressed."

'How...'

Irked at her tone, you pause mid-munch. Slowly turning to her, crumbs on your face, squinting.

"I'm gonna' guess it's because of that.. Guy." She stated, making a small gesture to the empty seat near you two.

"...." Mouth still full of nutrition, your face scrunches up more. Nodding quickly as you swallow down the nourishment.

"Figures." She sighs. "He has an attractive face, oh, I also hear he's an actor too." Nika scrolls through her phone a bit more. "But there isn't much to go off of, since he is in our general classes. Seems like he also has a twin sister too-"

Letting out a dry cough, you clutch at your throat. Gagging on your siliva as she hands you your drink. You thankfully take it as you gulp it down.

"You always pick the pretty guys, way too pretty.."

She mocks as you place down your drink, shaking your head in defiance at the idea.

"Now hold on-"

She ignores your protest, continuing easily. "But from what I can tell face-glance at his personality, quiet."

"And not the, 'Oh, so shy!' Kind of way More, 'creep and ice cold.' I also hear he has a sister-con-"

Spitting out your drink, you heave, mouth agape as the water drools down to your thighs.

"H... HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH?!"

You yell, swirly-eyed at all the info placed on you. "Nevermind.. I don't think I wanna know.." You sigh out dizzily, swaying in your seat.

"Ha.." Nika laughs at your struggle. "Basic rumors, media-" She lists off easily, "and studying his interactions with you."

You grumble quietly, "thats a bit much." Yet continue eating, trying to recall the times the two of you been around each other.

-

ONE: FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.

Today... Was your first day of your new life.

Your former life was now-...

You could be anyone you want!

You misssed it some, but this world was similiar to your own. So no use in crying over spilled milk, instead, you choose to live it how you please.

Skipping to your class, a dumb happy smile on your face. You jump forward on the last step!

"Ruby, c'mon. Were gonna be late."

Mis-steping, your ankle suffers in trying to keep you up. Sweating, you gulp in your tears as you glance at the pair of blondes in terror.

"Eh.. I'm hurrying!"

Suffering in silence, you hold your head up. Biting your lips as you watch the two head inside without a second thought or noticing you.

.

.

.

"AAAAAAGGGHHHH!! STUPID ISEKAI~!"

You screamed, voice different due to your rage. You pause- touching your chest in awe. Your vocal chords... Were powerful...

Smiling in glee, you ignore the throbing in your leg. Re-thinking your situation.

So you were stuck in a manga you found at a bookstore.An indulgent purchase due to social media cramming it down your throat.

New plan..!

Just don't bother with the plot.

-

TWO: SEATMATES.

While, you hoped you would ignore the plot. Pretending it didn't exist like your other problems, it was hard.

Playing dumb wasn't hard.

What was hard however, was ignoring a cute blue-eyed blonde who's goal was to kill his own father.

Him being your seatmate, wasn't too bad per-say. Esspically if he showed no intrest in you at all.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

"...Aqaumarine Hoshino." He spoke with politeness, not bothering to smile as je glances back to the board.

It stung, sure, yet it was easier for you to live without the pain your heart would feel if you fell for him. Just like the other poor girls who got insared in his web of lies and odd bonds.

Though, the two of you gradually become more aquainted woth each other.

Often him being blunt with a dead-pan gaze, yet, this simple relationship fine in your book.

-

-

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-

"Hey-! Earth to (Y/N)! You' listening?" 

"Huh-? Uh, yeah..."

"Good, your dreamboats back. I'm heading to my class." She says, packing her things as she gets up and leaves. Giving a small wave.

"..."Dreamboat"..?" You croak out, not disagreeing, but timid at admiting it.

Aqua comes back to his desk, side-eyeing your apprehensive look.

-

[I wonder what he said during the first part??? Who knows!! Lol, yay! Update! Due to the fact I bought a Aqau Hoshino Nendroid!]

[When he arrives, I'll probably update! Hope he arrives soon! Fan art, comments are always appricated. Also, I found no Aqua x (Y/N) art??? Wha??]