#((hang out with the friendly colorful boys instead

[aris-oc-blog]

To everyone here...

Would you be his friend???

Charlie: Sure, I’ll be his friend. :] *said with malicious intent.* We’ll have sooooo much fun!!

Void: I really don’t do…friends? I’m sorry-

Koa: Come htiw em, look for steknirt!

Stranger: YEAHAH! And we can do pranks together >:)

Nemec: No…? Maybe…? Uhh…

Lavender: No. Now leave.

Shard: That depends, can he use a beyblade?

EA: I mean, I don’t see why not? He seems respectable and he probably likes flowers. Seems like a great friend to me!!

Ari: Allllllrighttt… I mean we could play board games? I don’t really know what much else there is to do around here with two people. Can’t promise I won’t end up flipping a table if we play Monopoly though-

Donagon: Nahh sorry, I’m a bit too busy to do anything right now really. Not to mention I’d get in trouble if I brought a non-student onto campus for no reason.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, Gidel. What do you think of the dorm leaders?

I thought this would read a little better as headcanons, so that’s the format I went with.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Riddle

He's just like me! ... Is what Gidel thought at first. Honestly, he mistook Riddle for a kid like him on account of his small stature.

He quickly learns that Riddle isn’t a kid at all. He acts like an adult! All these big words and manners. It’s impressive. Gidel can try all he likes to try and imitate him, but never come close.

Gidel doesn't like it when Riddle raises his voice. It makes him skittish, dredging up bad memories. Scams gone wrong, angry mobs, times when their bosses are upset with them and shouting over the phone. He cowers behind Fellow whenever Riddle’s mad, waiting for the fallout to settle.

But there’s a softness to Riddle too. Gidel is one of the few able to sense it--how Riddle is kind to the animals, how he longs for that childhood he never had. Gidel tries to get him to open up, tugging Riddle by the hand and pointing to the little things in the garden he might not notice right away. The colorful mushrooms by the base of that tree, how this rose is a late bloomer, the chrysalis that will one day become a butterfly. Gidel can also show him thumb wrestling and patty-cake, all the free games he and Fellow play on the road.

Leona

This onii-san looks a little scary. Gidel of course recognizes him from the events of Playful Land. He nervously watches Leona from a distance, wondering if he’s mad at him for what happened.

Gidel notices that Leona's very smart. After all, he's always reading these thick ancient texts and telling the other students what to do. Gidel wants to be tutored by him (so he can be big-brained too!!), but is too intimidated to even know how to approach. So he keeps watching Leona from a safe distance. (Gidel thinks he's being slick, but he isn't at all.)

At one point, Leona gets tired of pretending like he doesn't see Gidel and he strolls right up to the boy. Gidel worries that he'll be scolded, but instead he feels a hand on his head, ruffling his hair. Leona gruffly warns him to look out for himself, cuz no one else will. It's his way of wishing the kid luck and hope for his future--though when Gidel smiles at him, he'll shudder and balk away, insisting that he didn't intend on being kind to him.

Gidel feels okay coming up to him after that, though Leona continues to gripe about how annoying he is and how he wish he'd leave him alone. Gidel's starting to feel like a second Cheka, always following him around like a lost lamb and staring at him as if inviting Leona to play.

Azul

Gidel’s immediate thought is that this guy reminds him a lot of Fellow. They just have similar vibes of being scammers! Because of that, it's easy for Gidel to follow along with what Azul says (much to Fellow's chagrin).

Gidel loves listening to Azul perform, be it singing or piano. It takes him away for a moment and to a new festive world full of song and delight, makes him want to get on his feet and clumsily join on that seafloor stage.

Being a gullible little child, Gidel doesn't realize that Azul is playing him for everything he has. Azul will give him a bunch of food and drinks (which he puts on a tab), then demands that Fellow foot the bill when he comes to pick up Gidel. (They dine and dash.)

Azul reminds Gidel of Fellow in other ways too. Sometimes there are nights when he's down on himself and unsure. In those instances, Gidel silently goes up to Azul and pats the back of his hand--as if to say, There, there. It'll be alright, hang in there.

Kalim

Probably his favorite person of the dorm leaders, since Kalim's immediately amicable and never held any ill will toward him or Fellow, even all the way back in Playful Land. His friendly demeanor make him a great buddy for Gidel.

Kalim treats Gidel like his own little brother! … That is to say, he spoils the absolute crap out of him. Tons of food, gifts, games—you name it, and Kalim provides it by the truckload. It actually starts to make Fellow jealous at some point; he has to check in with Gidel to make sure he’s still “his number on big bro” (which Gidel reassures Fellow he is).

He shows Gidel so many new things. Here are some of Kalim’s favorite dishes from his hometown. Oh, and these are animals from all over Twisted Wonderland. Gidel’s always been curious about these things, but never had the resources to actually access them. He drinks it all in with his senses, then becomes curious to learn more.

What he likes the most about Kalim is his ability to listen and empathize with others. Being mute, Gidel sometimes finds it difficult to communicate with others. They tend to talk over him or assume things they shouldn’t—but Kalim is perfect, patient, and reads his bodily cues to the best his ability.

Vil

In his head, Gidel thinks of Vil as one of those fancy rich ladies Fellow flirts with to steal their valuables. Sometimes those women would come after Fellow, hollering about how he deceived them or how they never want to see him again. Hell have no wrath like a women scorned, as Gidel would come to learn—so he’s careful to walk on eggshells around Vil.

Whenever Vil looks at him, Gidel feels as though he has done something wrong. He just has this aura about him that radiates harsh judgment, and Gidel can feel every last bit of that trained on him.

Vil fusses over Gidel’s appearance. His hair is a mess, his sleeves are too long, and his shoes are untied. However, Gidel realizes that Vil never outright insults the obvious patchwork incorporated into his clothes, only comments on the things he can feasibly change (combing the hair, rolling the sleeves up, tying the shoes). The stitching is masterful, Vil tells him—and besides, he’s just doing the best with what he has.

Gidel likes shiny things, so he’s naturally drawn to the baubles Vil wears. His hair clasp, his tiara, the golden threads on his uniform. When Vil catches him rooting around in his closet, Gidel for sure thought he was dead—but instead, Vil sighs, and, after a thorough lecture, lets Gidel pad around on his oversized dorm uniform and crown for an impromptu fashion show. Maybe he’s not as mean as Gidel thought he was?

Idia

Whoa! That's a person? Gidel thought it was a ghost haunting the school this entire time. He thinks Idia would be great at hide-and-seek (from the police, a game he and Fellow like to play) since he blends in so easily with the wallpaper.

He thinks Idia lives a fun life! He gets to play video games, guzzle soda/energy drinks, and eat candy + other junk food in his room all day? Cool! Gidel wants to do that, too! (Fellow begs him not to become a mega-geek.)

Gidel doesn’t really understand any of the technobabble Idia rambles on about, but he still thinks it’s cool. What’s this? What’s that? He pokes and prods at everything he sees, or sometimes trips and falls, activating machines he didn’t mean too. This often evokes panicked screams and sobs from Idia, which makes Gidel feel bad (but also makes Fellow laugh).

As soon as Gidel learns that Idia has a little brother, that makes him a lot more excitable. He approaches Idia with Fellow in tow, hoping he can play with Idia’s brother. That way, he can be friends with Ortho and Fellow and Idia can be friends! … Right? Right?

Malleus

Monster. That’s the first thing Gidel thinks of when he sees Malleus. The shape of him—the horns especially—remind Gidel of shadow hand puppets Fellow makes to amuse him before bedtime. Long, lanky shadows stretching in the darkness… It’s an image fitting for the Prince of Nocturnal Fae.

… But even if Malleus is a ‘monster’, Gidel feels a sense of loneliness about him too. He sees how others keep their distance, how they scream when he comes close. He pushes the boundary, one step at a time, inching closer and closer until he it able to reach out and nervously touch Malleus’s sleeve. “Hoh? Aren’t you a brave one.”

Really, Gidel learns, he’s not so bad. Just a really private guy. If he sticks around for long enough, Malleus might ramble to him about his special interests or even amuse him but pretending to strike him or disappearing and reappearing behind Gidel to see if he gets spooked. (He does, and it gives Malleus a good laugh.)

When he sulks, Gidel curls up with him. Malleus will insist he’s not upset, but Gidel knows better. He won’t say anything though (he can’t, even if he wanted to). He only hopes that his presence—and Malleus knowing that he’s there for him—helps, even if only a little.

[a-mint-bear]

Yandere Boy Types

The Stalker

● Knows everything about you. Your birthday, favorite color, animal, food? That's easy! Give him a hard one. He knows what shows you're watching lately, what you get for takeout, who you talk to every day. He even knows what you wrote about him in your journal. You're using a new toothpaste lately. He's taking notes.

● Has been in your place dozens of times, goes through your drawers and lays in your bed and sniffs your pillow. Maybe even some other stuff he can't mention in polite company... Sometimes you notice things out of place, maybe? Missing things too. Maybe it's just your imagination.

● You dismiss that feeling of someone watching you or following you, thinking you're just being paranoid. But he tends to show up when you go out. Isn't that just such a coincidence? You should totally come sit at his table at the coffee shop though, why not?

● Has lots of pictures of you. LOTS. You smiling for the camera, reading on the park bench, in line at your usual pharmacy, even some when you were pretty sure you were alone. Is that you sleeping?

The Actor

● Pretends to be whatever you need him to be to win you over. Maybe you like sporty guys? He did track and field in school and he's training for a marathon, you wanna join him for runs? Artsy guys your thing? He loves to paint, has for years! Shy boys are the cutest, right? He stutters and looks away when he sees you. He totally didn't mean to touch your hand just then, so sorry!

● You mentioned to a friend you like guys who like animals? Guess who just got a puppy! You like strawberries? They're his favorite! Wow, you have the same coffee order, what are the odds? He thought you liked it when guys paint their nails? Oh, you think that color would look better? He's already adding it to his cart.

● He can't remember what his favorite song used to be, he's been listening to that band you're into lately. What kind of cake does he like? Well, whatever you want him to like! That stuff isn't important anyway. Just tell him what you want him to be into, he'll love it!

● Doesn't understand why you don't just fall for him already, but he'll pretend as long as it takes. He'll be anyone you want him to be, he doesn't need anything or want anything if it's not to make you look his way. You don't feel the same way about him? That's okay! He can change! Just...tell him what you want!

The Loner

● On his own a lot for one reason or another, but when he met you, there was just something about you... Maybe it was a friendly smile you sent his way, or just how your hair looked. Maybe you were just there on a bad day. But whatever the reason, he can't seem to forget you.

● You're meeting up with friends? You should hang out with him instead. You have to get ready for work? A sick day never hurt anyone. And you deserve a day off. He would love it if you just spent every day with him. Just him.

● Sometimes his possessiveness is cute. He pouts when you answer your phone when you're together. He stares daggers at the overly-flirty cashier at the convenience store. He shoves the touchy-feely guy on the street off you and walks you home. Sometimes it's not so cute. He is convinced that your best guy friend is in love with you and it pisses him off. If anyone accidentally touches you he's up in their face. It's not you he doesn't trust. You're just too cute, of course everyone would want you like he does.

● He just wishes you didn't need anyone other than him. You're his whole world. Why can't you see he just wants to be with you all the time? Why won't you only look at him? Can't you see how much he loves you? There's no one else like you. You're it for him. No one else even comes close.

The Devotee

● Worships you. You are the light of his life, why he gets out of bed in the morning, his reason for being. His every waking thought is consumed by you. Every time he sees you, it's like a radiant light surrounds you. He can't look away.

● Adores you. You know who's so cute? You, of course! The way you move, all your little habits, the look in your eyes when you see him. He's never seen such a flawless human being. Everything you don't like about yourself is just one more thing he finds so charming about you. If you let him, he would never stop touching and kissing every inch of you.

● Would die for you. Just say the word. If you ever needed him to suffer for any reason, he wouldn't even hesitate. Yell at him, push him, shove him? It hurts, but that's okay! As long as he's near you, he's in heaven. If it made you happy, he'd do anything. He doesn't matter! All that matters is you.

● Would kill for you. That creep at the bar who gets a bit too handsy with you? Gone. That coworker who made you cry in the bathroom at work? Gone. Maybe that neighbor who looks at you just a bit too long on your walks? Gone. You and your best friend had a fight? Gone. No one appreciates you like he does. No one else deserves you!

[magicalcelestialgem]

The Smiling Critters Headcanons

Here are some of my personal headcanons of The Smiling Critters, cartoon version. Why I did this? Because art block.

Warning though: CatNap x DogDay ship mention

All eight of these critters have the tendency to act like their animal species or do things that only their animal species are known to do. Examples below:

DogDay can bark, he just rarely does so. But he sometimes pants like a dog, especially after a long, vigorous exercise or play. And sometimes he does the play bow when he wants to play. He mostly play bows in front of CatNap.

CatNap loves boxes, grooms himself like a cat, and will play with cat toys and laser pointers. He will knead DogDay’s belly or anything soft. And he can vocalize like a cat. Even hiss, yowl, and chatter (aka when the cat goes “ekekekekekek.”). If he does not like you, expect to get scratched.

Bobby BearHug sometimes uses trees to scratch her back. She also can climb trees with no problem!

Bubba uses his trunk when taking a bath and he sometimes trumpets.

Hoppy tends to stomp when annoyed.

Kickin can crow like a rooster, since he’s a male chicken. He crows when he is excited though or as a victory cry. He rarely clucks, but he goes “BA-GAWK” when startled/scared.

Picky squeals like a pig when she gets scared. She rarely snorts and oinks, but she does it.

Due to being a mythical equine, CraftyCorn’s ears pretty much work like the ears of a horse. The ears show her mood. Pinned back means she’s angry, annoyed, or moody. When her ears are up and moving about, she’s listening to the environment around her. Since she’s a unicorn, sometimes Crafty points her horn when she feels threatened.

CraftyCorn is shy and often draws alone. She often hides her artwork immediately someone asks what she’s drawing. She will, however, become angry when someone purposely messes up all her hard work.

PickyPiggy avoids eating chicken and pork.

Hoppy and Kickin have a friendly rivalry, especially when they’re playing sports or doing parkour.

Bubba is the nerd of the group and loves to learn new things. So much so he becomes curious a lot and asks a lot of questions.

Bobby BearHug loves hugging people, but she always asks someone first if they want a hug.

Bobby is also the love expert and is very observant once she sees that someone has a crush on another someone.

All eight of the critters can breathe their own gas like CatNap, but their gas is their respective scent. CatNap can breathe out the lavender scent instead of the poppy gas, but only when he is calm. Bobby loves to use her rose gas/scent to blow kisses.

The Critters sometimes use others’ scent as a stress reliever and not just as a way to sleep.

The critters often times get nightmares of what happens to their BBI versions.

DogDay and CatNap are best friends, but CatNap has a crush on DogDay. DogDay likes him back, but both he and CatNap are idiots. They don’t know that they both like each other. They are always coming up with excuses why they think the other doesn’t return their feelings.

All 6 other critters are aware of this and tend to tease the two when the other isn’t present.

Have any of y’all seen Barbie: The 12 Dancing Princesses? Have you seen that part where the sisters tease Genevieve for her crush on the cobbler? Yeah, imagine the Critters teasing DogDay for his crush on CatNap like that.

Since the group is 4 boys, 4 girls, the groups often have their own nights where they can hang out and chat. Boys Night and Girls Night!

(Okay. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THAT THERE IS NO OTHER COLORS ON TUMBLR FOR ME TO MATCH THE CHARACTERS?)

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Good To Be (Like You)

Nyx Archeron - Feysand - Slice of life - Fluff

Nyx really wants to be like his dad. His dad loves him just as he is.

“Maybe I'm not some chosen one but I'm my father's son and that's something I'm pretty proud to be.”

He happily sat at his art table concentrating on the paper beneath his fingers. He’d awoken this morning to the welcoming aroma of pancakes and bacon flowing into his room from the kitchen, received a warm hug and kiss from papa on the way out the door, and mama held his hand as they walked the streets of Velaris on the way to kindergarten.

Nyx’s bright eyes took in the morning bustle on the streets, noticing a smiling male and female stepping into a bakery along the Sidra that had a three-tiered cake in the window with colorful icing. His little wings rustled with excitement as he wondered if it was chocolate or vanilla and what his birthday cake this year would be. Last year it was strawberry.

Mama squeezed his hand and he looked up to see her pretty face smiling softly at him. “Did something at the bakery catch your eye, Nyxie?”

An adorable grin spread across his face. “Everything!

Feyre giggled, knowing just how much her little one loved sweets.

A black cat ran across the street ahead and Nyx exclaimed “Mama!” He tugged on her hand to hurry over to the little cat that didn’t scurry away from him, but instead brushed its head against his legs as it weaved between them, rubbing against him in friendly greeting. The cat’s wiry fur tickled his palms as he stroked its back.

“Good kitty” he cooed.

Feyre smiled as her boy with a heart for animals - even the scraggly strays, took his time gently petting the cat.

“You ready little one? We’ll be late if we hang around for too long.”

“Just another moment, mama.”

Feyre couldn’t say no, not when her sweet boy’s heart was so full of love to share.

“Alright, little one.”

A minute later, Nyx reminded himself that his father was never late. If he was to be a proper High Lord someday, he needed to be timely. So he stood, signaling letting his mother know that he was ready to continued walking.

They arrived to the school right on time. Mama bent down to kiss each of his cheeks and his forehead, eliciting a giggle. She was the prettiest lady in the whole world and loved him very much.

Not quite ready to say goodbye, Nyx raised his arms and flapped his wings, a silent plea for her to pick him up.

As his mother scooped him into her arms, he pressed his chubby cheek against her shoulder and reveled in the warmth and love that her embrace always brought him. “Love you mama.”

—————

“Nyx Archeron” a not unkind voice broke through his thoughts of the morning. “Sorry, Ms. Westfall!”

While daydreaming, he’d managed to draw a rainbow arching over Velaris, buildings of varying hues mirroring it as the Sidra ran alongside the city and refracting the vibrant colors off its rippling waters. “See Ms. Westfall! It’s a rainbow over The Rainbow.”

Ms. Westfall smiled at the art. “That’s lovely Nyx! You have quite the talent.”

As the children were led to their extra curricular classes, Ms. Westfall stopped Nyx for a moment.

“Little one, I am very impressed with your artistic vision.”

Nyx’s wings shifted of their own accord in response to the praise.

“I know your powers haven’t started coming in yet and you’ve really, really been hoping for them to.”

As she said this, Nyx crossed his fingers as he always did. He wanted to be like his papa so badly, to grow up to be the most powerful High Lord just like him, and do good for the world.

Ms. Westfall looked to Nyx with warm eyes, sensing where his thoughts were drifting.

“There are other ways to create joy and bring good to the world even without powers, little one. Like art, for instance, which you have quite a talent for.”

Nyx looked to her quietly but felt a bit of excitement fluttering in his chest at the thought of making a difference through art.

“We are working on a mural for the new cafeteria and I’d love to have your help, Nyx. One of the older art classes will be helping too. Perhaps while other kiddos in your grade go to their “emerging powers” class, you could work with me and the fifth graders on the mural.

Nyx nearly squealed with excitement. “Do you really mean it Ms. Westfall?” His body couldn’t contain the excitement as he bounced in place.

He spent the rest of the day giddy over the idea of learning from the older kids and painting with them.

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Nyx ran out to greet his father at the end of the school day, nearly tripping over his own feet. “Papa!”

His father squatted down and stretched out his arms with a smile. “Stand daddy!” Nyx yelled as he ran to him. Rhys braced himself as fifty-five pounds of gleeful kindergartener made lift-off and whooshed into him at full force.

Rhys stumbled back a step as he laughed and hugged his boy. “Look at you go kiddo!”

They began their walk home and Nyx couldn’t help but look up to his dad, trying to emulate him in all his mannerisms though he couldn’t quite master the powerful swagger that naturally rolled off of him.

Nyx let out a disheartened sigh that caught his father’s attention. “What’s wrong buddy?”

“Nothing.” Nyx shrugged, unsure how to even describe what he was feeling.

Rhys could tell whatever it was bothering Nyx wasn’t something he was ready to discuss. He noticed a bakery nearby, the same one that caught Nyx’s eye every time he walked him home from school. “You know what sounds good? A pastry.”

Nyx perked up as he saw the bakery ahead. “Yes!” He squealed, running toward it, careful not to let go of his father’s hand. An old, grumpy looking man stood ahead of them and Nyx hid behind his father’s leg out of his sight as the male gruffly ordered a coffee and pastry.

Instead, Nyx focused on the bakery itself, inhaling the warm aroma of honeyed sweetness and the potent air of coffee within. His papa had let him try coffee once and he quickly realized the smell was much better than the taste.

Nyx saw a powdered pastry with raspberry filling and eagerly pointed at it. The nice pixie-winged female behind the counter handed it to him with a smile and Nyx made sure to give her a big “thank you!”

When he turned to head for the table, he saw the grumpy man bump into the counter and drop his pastry. Instead of angry, the male just looked sad. Nyx thought he’d be sad too if he dropped his pastry. Maybe the male only looked so grumpy because he was having a bad day.

Nyx considered how he’d had a really good day himself. Perhaps the older fae just needed cheering up, so before he could second guess he ran to the old male who was still frowning at his pastry that had fallen.

“Here you go!” Nyx raised his hand placing the paper bag his pastry was in on the counter next to the sad male. The male appeared shocked and before he could thank him, Nyx was skipping back to his father who’d watched the whole encounter intently.

Rhys didn’t miss the way the old man’s disheartened face turned to one of warmth and tenderness at the kind gesture from the little boy.

Rhys only gave the male a nod, a silent plea for him to just accept the kindness.

The male gave a grateful nod of his own in return and discarded the pastry that had fallen, leaving the bakery with the pastry Nyx had given him and a smile.

They went through the line again so Nyx could order another pastry and Rhys couldn’t help the way his heart swelled at the kindness of his little boy.

———————

As Nyx sat down for dinner with his mama and papa that evening, he told them of the art project Ms. Westfall had invited him to participate in and he recounted to his mother about the older male at the bakery.

Rhys grinned at his little artist who aimed to make the world a better place, one act of kindness at a time.

“Just like your mother.” Rhys mused.

—————

The next morning Feyre walked Nyx to school as usual. The little Illyrian studied the way she gave smiles to those she passed on the street and the way she moved with such grace and confidence in her stride. Nyx couldn’t help but admire her with joy in his heart as he thought to himself,

“It’s good to be like mama.”

“Maybe I'm not some chosen one but I'm my mother’s son and that's something I'm pretty proud to be.”

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A/N: this was one of those drabbles that I just started writing and ran with wherever my mind wandered. Thanks for reading!

ACOTAR gener taglist: @lilah-asteria @thecollegecowgirl @mochibabycakes @nickishadow139

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Y/n is a liar?

Bakugou x Reader

Mentions: Loneliness, Jealousy, betrayal, cute romance with boom boy. Class 1-A issues, Small section of Hawks,

sorry for any errors

Dear Diary,

Class 1-A always ends up in trouble with villains or daily dumb things. It’s been 3 weeks since Uraraka lied to everyone about me during an attack in the city. Ever since that day everyone in class lost trust in me and disliked me. All because of a lie. It's crazy how she lied perfectly even Mr. Aizawa believed her. Even Bakugo stopped training with me. I had managed to be in a solid friendship. As equals and that went falling down.

“I’m sorry I just won't sit around and do nothing. Civilians are panicking and in a rush. “Mama!” a child yelled while crying. Many children were lost and crying. You gathered up the kids that were lost. “Everything is going to be okay little ones. I’ll take care of you until we find your parents okay.” you said taking them to a safe place. “ She’s right. I’m helping her take care of the kids.” Uraraka said, running over to you. She smirked and took the perfect opportunity to lie.

A child fell back onto the street on his own since his shoelace was untied. “How can you do that to an innocent child!?” she yelled, starting her lie. “ What are you talking about? If this is about helping kids and going against the rules, I don’t care. I’m not going to leave scared and innocent children in the streets alone. They can get hurt.” You replied helping the kid who fell down. “ You pushed that kid onto the street y/n.” she replied. “No I didn't, he tripped. His shoelaces are untied.” you replied. The child was still crying missing his mom and from the fall. “ I literally just saw you push him.” she said. 

I’m so upset. Diary thanks for putting up with my long sentences, with all the things that I need to get out of my system, before I go crazy. The worst part of it all is that they really think I am capable of throwing a kid onto the street, to hurt a child. I thought they were my friends. Especially her. She has been so kind and friendly to me since day one. Not anymore. I miss hanging out with the class. I try to explain things wanting to start talking to them to be friends but they just walk away. I’m the one putting in the effort and they shut me out. 

You heard a knock on your dorm room door. “Hey we made dinner if you want some.” you heard Izuku. “ Thanks.” you checked the time. 11pm. You walked downstairs hoping they’d all be there to try and work things out. Everyone was in their dorms. They left you some food out of feeling bad for you. Even Izuku the sweetheart. You started crying, losing your appetite. “ You’re awake? It's late.” Bakugou said. You started washing your hands to be faced away from him. “I um c-couldn’t sleep and I have a stomach ache and you?” you lied. He knew you were lying but he didn’t want to make things awkward. “ Everyone knows I am asleep by 9, I woke up and felt thirsty.” he replied, serving himself water. You dried your hands. “ Well um goodnight.” you replied going back to your dorm crying yourself to sleep.

Mandatory Training in pairs came up and no one wanted you as their partner. At first everyone wanted you since you have more than one quirk, they’d known that they would learn alot from you now they would rather be partners with Mineta. “ Sorry I’m late sir.” Deku said, panting. He came in a rush. “ Your partner is y/n.” Aizawa said. Uraraka was so jealous. She had such a happy face but her eyes didn’t match it. “ Everyone begin. Today you can be more rough than usual. Bakugou watch yourself.” Aizawa said and sat down to watch. Everyone instantly started. “So we’re partners..” Deku said. You didn’t want small talk otherwise you’d end up crying so instead you instantly attacked him. No mercy after all they arent your friends. They think you’re a monster. A villain at this point. “ See what I tell you. She’s so mean and aggressive. Her true colors.” Uraraka whispered to Mina. You could hear them; it was one of your many quirks. “H-Hey give me a break to catch my breath.” Deku said while trying to keep up. It hurt the most when Deku dumped you, the friend that always defended him. You did your final blow and kicked him up and then across the field against the wall.

“Hey, you took it too far!” Kirishima yelled. Ida went to help Deku. “What is wrong with you!? First a child then a classmate.” Ida said. “ You need help. More than Bakugou at this point” Denki said. The rest of the class nodded. “ This is mandatory training. Mr.Aizawa said it's alright to get a bit rougher than usual.” you defended yourself. Deku was nowhere near your level, not even Bakugou’s. “This is why no one wants to be your friend. You’ll end up expelled if you keep it up y/n.” Uraraka said. “You lied about me pushing a child to the street. You all are the crazy ones to even think I’d do such a thing. Don’t believe me but know that I will beat every single one of you. Everyone knows damn well all I have to do is watch you to make sure you’ll end up losing to me. I don’t need a training partner to win. Have fun believing her lie and Uraraka. I hope you feel guilty for what you have done.” you said leaving. By then class 1-B showed up to see the wonderful but sad sight scene. Even that class disliked you. You wouldn’t be surprised if the entire school knows already. Some people don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. Once the day ended you left the school grounds. Bakugou sat in his room thinking about many things but mostly about you. As you guys became friends he couldn’t help but fall for you. He loved how sweet you are, the way you’re considerate of others and how you get through hard days on your own. He was struggling on what to do and say. 

“Hey Keigo.” you said. He was shocked when you showed up at his apartment. “ You’re ready to talk?” He asked to hand you a tissue box. You told him everything leaving no detail behind. You used the tissues all up. You met the pro hero Hawks when you were a kid. He's best friends with your brother, before he passed away he promised to watch over you.. “ Hey things suck for you right now but you’re a strong and passionate young lady. You’re doing so well on handling things. I can help you. You tell me where it happened and we can check for any security cameras. You show them and problems are solved although you will have to build relationships again. Express how they made you feel and how you want to continue. Remember to set boundaries.” He said giving you a big hug. You spend the rest of the day with him like detectives gathering information on the truth. 

“ I’m telling you guys, she needs more help than Bakugou.” Momo said. “Bakugou you’re crazy but not crazy to harm a kid.” Denki commented. “Give her a break. You extras are making her feel awful. I don’t think she’d do that. She’s y/n.” he defends you. Everyone was shocked. “There’s no way you’re defending her right now.” Uraraka said with a questioned expression. “ I’ve been thinking about why she says you are lying and everything fell into place. She has defended Deku from me since day one and she started hanging out with him more. Everyone knows you have a crush on him. You got jealous the day of the festival. I overheard that day that you all visited him and he asked her to stay behind. That was your last straw wasn’t it.” He said with anger and truth. “ Bakugou, you're losing your mind. Get it together. You are explosive and that's what you're doing right now. Calm down.” She replied to him. She was trying to switch the topic.

That's when you walked in and the room got silent again like it always does when you come back to the door when everyone is around.You didn’t get to see what was happening inside but you did hear from outside. You were blushing like crazy when Bakugou defended you since he’s your crush. “ I see you guys are choosing to ignore me but I need you to see something” You said, turning on the tv and inserting the CD that showed proof that you were right. You played it and everyone was watching as if it was the movie of the year. Uraraka was shocked that you went that far to prove your innocence. Once it was over everyone turned to look at her. “ See I’m not a monster. Not a liar. Oh and by the way…this is me being mean and petty but that day Deku said he liked me and rejected him because I like someone else… So yeah. Feel sad and guilty…I apologize for being mean but it feels good.” You said. “Yeah..It sucks but hey she was being honest.” Deku said, crossing his arms. “Omg wait what!? Who do you like? Tell us everything. Once the guys are gone.” Mina said excitedly. She loves romance. “I have a chance with her. Please let it be me” Denki whispered hoping god can make it happen. “Why would you lie?”Jiro asked. “ Bakugou was right…that day was my last straw because from the look on Deku's face I knew what he had to say was important..and he had a smile.”she said looking down and rubbing her arm. “I am so sorry for causing harm to you Y/n and lying about such a horrible thing.” she apologized, tearing up. “ I forgive you. I don’t wish to be friends with you again but I’d like to be classmates with you.” you replied. You set a boundary just like hawks told you so. Everyone apologized to you and you told them how you felt m. At the end of the day it was nice to be back to normal. “Ssoo are you all going to ignore the part where she said she likes someone from our class. Let's see who is the lucky guy.” Mina said, squealing with the rest of the girls. “If I don’t say it now I’ll regret it later..so I’ve got this. If I throw up from the nerves, I’m sorry. God, I already feel nauseous.” You spoke. Your hands were sweaty and shaky. “ You’ve got it,” Uraraka said. “You see um…well I- its-okay okay it's Kats,” you said blushing like crazy. “Cats?” the class questioned. Bakugou knew because you call him that when you guys hang out or train alone. “Jesus Christ. Okay, let me get it through correctly this time…It's Bakugou!” you said. “WHAT!!!???” Everyone was shocked. “God when is it my turn!” Denki said. “ Do you like me? Would you like to go on a date with me?” you asked. The nervousness and nausea went away. “ I should be asking you that idiot…yeah let's do it,” he replied. The girls jumped up and down squealing and the guys slouched on the couches looking and being so defeated. “Damn Bakugou is the real deal. Great at everything. It’s so manly of him to have a girlfriend now.” Kirishima said. The guys nodded. Bakugou had a smirk with you by his side. “ I haven’t asked him yet.” You said aloud. “Again I should be asking you,” he said, smacking your head softly. You tiptoed and gave him a peck on the cheek. He was shocked, happy and he was blushing. “ Well I am tired and I need to get ready for bed. Good night!” you said happily going to your room. You talk to Bakugou about your date with him later.

Before bed you wrote in your Diary

Dear Diary,

I finally cleaned my name. Keigo helped me with that. The clip from the security cameras was the proof I needed. The class saw it and immediately felt bad. They apologized. Uraraka revealed why she did it and she felt awful about it. I set a boundary just as Keigo told me so and I'll do that with the rest of the class when we have time to relax again. Tomorrow. Hey, I also finally said I like Bakugou can you believe he feels the same way. He defended me although he was questioning me about the situation. At the end of the day, he connected the pieces of the puzzle. I have a date with him! We're going to talk about it later. I swear I'll put in effort to look prettier on the date.

[boundbyeclipse]

3(fluff) or 5(fluff) with Lars Ulrich??? Seems like it’d be really cute for him:>

Hope you’ve been having a good day!🫶

-👻

i only have eyes for you

genre : fluff

word count : 952

tags : softie!lars, lars x reader, one swear word, and that's basically it

from the prompt list : 3. "I'll walk you home"

It was a chilly November evening, the sun going down and slowly disappearing within the horizon, fall leaves crunching under your feet as you walked  to the cafe. You adored the colors of them, as well as the scent, it was such a beautiful time of the year. But you weren’t the only one thinking that way - Lars thought alike, who was right beside you. The boy with long, luscious brown hair and dreamy green eyes was taking you out on a date for the first time ever since you two met. 

It happened two months ago, while Metallica was performing on the stage, you arrived to pay a visit to your brother who worked as a staff member for the boys. Once the show was done, he kindly introduced you to all four of them. They all looked really handsome, but specifically Lars. You found him magnetic, it was hard to stop staring at that guy the whole entire time. The hair, the smile, the voice. Oh, did he notice. But you weren’t the only one who found it hard to look elsewhere. Lars clearly had trouble with it too.

The boys, being friendly and nice, offered to go eat something and just hang out with you and your brother all together. Sure, you agreed, because why not? Anyone would say yes to going out with Metallica. Now that was one hell of a lucky day. 

Well, ever since then, Lars got to see you more and more because you would come to visit your brother almost every time they had a concert. You knew you were welcome there so it was not a problem for anybody to have you coming. 

Eventually, Lars found himself thinking about you so much, every day and night, to the point where he realized that he liked you a lot, and that he had to do something about it quickly. Mind you, he’s quite the possessive type, so Lars wasn’t going to let anyone else pull you away from him. And with that being said, after having dinner with the boys, he called you and asked you if you wanted to go out for coffee. First move was successful. 

That’s how you ended up here, in this cafe with Lars who sat in front of you. You couldn’t help but smile the entire time you two talked and whenever he made you laugh a lot. With him, time was flying and you didn’t even think about it until you looked at the clock. 

“Wait, what? We’ve been here for three hours already?” your eyes widened upon realization. 

“Shit, I thought we’ve only been here for like an hour” Lars chuckled, leaning back in his seat and also taking a look at the clock on the wall to his left. 

“You okay with spending so much time with me?” 

He shrugged, “I don’t mind that, we got nothing to do tomorrow anyways” 

“And you still chose to invite me on a date today instead of tomorrow after you’ve had your rest, ugh” you jokingly rolled your eyes and sighed, shaking your head  in disbelief. 

Lars smirked to himself avoiding eye contact as he fiddled his fingers as he had his hands in his lap. He was just thinking about what to say to you. 

“I’m just like that. If I don’t do it now, I might not get the chance to do it ever again” 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Do I look like a skittish cat that’s going to just run off suddenly? I didn’t give you my number only to disappear the next day” 

“Who knows, maybe you don’t like me” he smiled to himself, fixing his hair and placing his elbows on the table. You only shook your head and looked at him with a giggle.

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, you idiot”

It made him smile wider, genuinely, the teasing from you made him feel happy. That’s one of the things he liked about you so much - when you called him names and had a bit of an attitude to yourself. He only wanted to know more about you.

After another twenty-ish minutes, you decided it was time to go home since it was getting late and you both needed to get some sleep. It was also already dark outside and you weren’t so comfortable with walking home on your own. But to your surprise, Lars spoke up.

“I’ll walk you home” as if he could read your mind.

“Really?” “Yeah. I’m not letting you go all alone when it’s this dark out” 

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to hide the smile that was breaking out, but failed as it was impossible to stop it. 

“Thank you” 

“Thank me later” he said, helping you with your coat. 

The walk was soon over as you reached the location of your home, standing right in front of it together as the wind began to pick up pace. It was getting colder, too.

You shrugged your shoulders up in response to the wind. 

“Can I thank you now?” 

“Yes”

“Thank you, Lars” 

Both of you smiled at each other. 

“No worries. Now get your beautiful face inside and get all cozy and warm, alright?”

“Okay. And you text me when you’re back and safe. Got it?” 

Lars nodded.

“I will” 

Oh, how much he wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to rush. But that’s okay, he’s got all the time to do it. So instead, he just patted the top of your head before saying goodnight and heading back to the hotel they were staying at, sending you a text right then and there,  just as he promised. 

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi Alex I hope you're doing alright:) can you do platonic headcanons for Kurt Wagner X genderfluid mutant reader who can bend metal. . ( reader is friendly, smart & introverted ) , I'd appreciate if you include the coming out part

That's it, thank you:)<3

A/N Ahhh platonic headcanons. I always end up writing fics instead of the headcanons but I hope you like this anon! I always love writing for Kurt, that boy has a special place in my heart <3

Trinkets

Tags: Kurt Wagner and Reader, Platonic relationship, Betfriends, XMCU fanfic, Pietro Maximoff, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Jubilation Lee, Mention of Cherik, Introverted reader, Kurt our fav blue boy, Everyone is gay, probably, definitely, growing relationship, headcanons, coming out

A little Headcanon and story of how you and Kurt became best friends.

Kurt was your tour guide when you first arrived

When Kurt heard about your mutation, he becomes very interested to learn about you (because the only other mutant who can bend metal is the Professors husband and he’s arguably scarier)

Definitely fascinated by Kurt's power and physique in general, gushing about his sharp tail and sharp nails

Both you and Kurt were a bit of a stuttering mess with each other's fascination, but eventually laughed it off as you got closer

Once comfortable in the university, you gravitate towards Kurt most of the time, hanging out with him and his group, mostly with Jubilee, Pietro, Jean, and Scott.

The group calls you the ‘Less Scary Magneto’ and has adopted you into the extroverted group, their 2nd introvert.

Joined Pietro on pulling a prank on Logan, ended up failing, Kurt saved you but couldn’t save Pietro

Never joining Pietro on a prank again unless Kurt joins too

Was so happy when your room is across the half from Kurts, and just a couple of rooms from the others

Saturday nights at Jubilee’s room, hanging out and just unwinding from the busy study week

Paints Kurt's nails with any colors he wants (Kurt does the same for you)

Makes the group little metal jewelry, bracelets, and rings

Sometimes leaves little metal trinkets around Kurt's room

If Kurt comes over to you and asks if you intentionally left something in his room, you’ll just give it to Kurt as a gift

Kurt has a jar full of said trinkets

Definitely do study sessions with Kurt and Jean, sometimes the other three would join.

You once mended a metal seat into the ground to keep Pietro in place because he needed to study for finals. The others laughed when obviously didn't work. You gave up since you can't waste metal chairs.

Spends most of the afternoon in the library with Kurt, reading a lot of books and helping Kurt with any English words he might not be familiar with

Has a favorite part of the library where anyone can guarantee you and Kurt could be found there

Could be found with Kurt in the training ground below the school

Secretly really happy the group doesn't see you as your physical body

When the first Pride Month rolled around in the Xaviers Institute, you were very excited to see how many queer students were.

The students threw a party that first week of Pride, filling the school's gym with snacks and colorful balloons, rainbow decorations, and someone was a Dj there too

Kurt and you were surprised that the Professor and Magneto showed up, but regardless very happy to see them together

You escaped the crowded place when Kurt decided to teleport both of you to the school's roof, the party downstairs still loud

Up with the cold breeze of the evening's air, you came out to Kurt as Genderfluid 

Patient Kurt Wagner, Always accepting Kurt Wagner, he pulled you into a hug and was very glad you're comfortable enough to come out to him

Spent the rest of the night with your best friend and pointing out stars 

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Lex! I loved your boyfriend hcs, I'd love to hear your headcanons on the guys as fathers 👀

omg Joz yes!! This is such a cute idea, thank you 🥰 ✨ The ST boys as fathers ✨

💕STEVE HARRINGTON is a superdad. He loves friendly competition with his (many - five, to be exact) children to see who can throw something the farthest, who can get to the car the fastest, and who can finish their desert first. - Bedtime stories are crowded with all of them on the same bed, huddled around Steve as he does voices for all of the characters. - Food is always creative and messy, and Steve encourages curiosity in every way. "Don't play with your food" is not a rule to be found in the Harrington household. - The rowdy bunch attends each other sporting events, band concerts, and school plays in a pack which is forever recognizable because of course their outfits are color coordinated.

💕BILLY HARGROVE loves his little girl more than anything else in this world. He is very protective, letting her roam at a safe distance, and worries more than he lets on about her safety and emotional wellbeing, and whatever she wants, he teaches her how to earn. - His little angel is a superfan of his metal music, so of course he picks up an extra shift every other weekend to pay for her drumming lessons. Every time a friend comes to the house while she's practicing, they comment on the noise, and all Billy says is, "I know. She's gonna be a star someday," with the proudest smile on his face. - Every time something comes up while Billy is spending time with his daughter, he tells whoever he's talking to, "Hang on. I have to ask the boss," and turns to his daughter and whispers in her ear, her face becoming very serious before she gives a quiet answer back to him. - He teaches her how to fix her own things -- the car, the toilet, the legos she knocked over on accident. He never wants her to have to rely on anyone else to solve her problems, and he teaches her to be self sufficient along with his support.

💕ARGYLE is full of childlike wonder at all times, so it's no surprise that he is the fun dad. He takes his twin boys on adventures every chance they get, and he encourages their creativity every step of the way. One of his boys is an avid painter while the other is a violinist. The walls inside their home are adorned with murals always being worked on inspired by ambient strings in the background. - Argyle's kids are homeschooled because their family prefers to hit the road for the sunny months of the year, and he figures they learn more from seeing the world than they ever could stuck inside a classroom. - He makes up stories on the fly to tell his kids, and he's always forgetting the characters names, but they don't seem to mind. The stories involve silly but useful life lessons that he wished someone would've told him when he was their age instead of having to figure them out on his own. They'll thank him someday. - The fashion sense in their family is absolutely wild. Argyle wants his kids to be able to express themselves freely with their style choices just like he does, and the result is a colorful array of garments always strewn about the home, lots of them covered in paint, and sometimes on purpose to add a little flavor.

💕JONATHAN BYERS is your average, working class father, but he is adamant about making time to spend with his family. His two daughters starting high school has been the biggest challenge for him so far, but he never misses a dance recital or a soccer game, and he's always home in time to have dinner with everyone so he can hear about their days. - The Byers family is big on gifts from the heart, so for every birthday, Jonathan makes his girls their own mixtapes complete with songs they already know and love combined with songs he thinks they should hear. It warms his heart when he hears the tracks blaring from their respective bedrooms while they get ready for school each morning. - Being an equal caretaker has always been important to him, so Jonathan took it upon himself to learn to braid. When his girls were little, he used to braid their hair before bed. Now, even though they can do it themselves, they still seek him out at least once a week or so for the perfect plait. - He is the chauffeur for his girls and all of their friends regularly. He'll take them to the mall, the arcade, to school, wherever is needed, and he never complains about it. He feels like it's a gift to be able to spend that time together while they can.

💕EDDIE MUNSON is a single dad whose son is an absolute carbon copy of him. The little guy is never sitting still, his long wild curls billowing behind him as he darts around the house with his plastic sword saving the day. Eddie is pretty sure his first words were "stick it to the man," and he smiles with pride when his son says some off the wall thing because the Munsons wear their weird like a crown. - Above everything, Eddie teaches his son to be kind. Be kind to people, be kind to animals, be kind to places, and be kind to things because the world needs more of it, and it all comes back to you. He teaches him how to put spiders outside instead of kill them and to invite the kid sitting alone on the playground to play pirates with him. Always be kind. - Corroded Coffin has a new stand in drummer while Gareth is away at school. Eddie's son is still fairly young, but he has great rhythm, and playing an instrument proves to be a great way to channel his energy. There is a new house rule that says sticks are for smacking drums only, and you can probably guess why. - Eddie plans small DnD oneshots for he and his son to play through together, and he loves it. The adventures, the battles, and the roleplaying are great for the imagination, and it's their favorite bonding time. Last year's Christmas present to his son was a custom set of abalone shell dice, and he treasures nothing more.

These were so fun to do!! Thank you for getting me thinking outside of my usual box :3 ❤️‍🔥 Requests are open!

[angeldustlover1]

A Straz Meet and greet

A tall shark demon with grey skin and pale underside with green accents and white spots on his fins. His neon blue sclera and white pupils sparkled with excitement as he walked in with a tacky navy blue cowboy outfit. His shark tail swaying as it draped on the floor. "Whoo-hoo-hoo! What is up, party people?!", Chaz exclaimed, swaying his shark tail as it draped on the floor.

The other patrons simply glared as they watched the clearly obvious and obnoxious stranger. The saloon was filled with sound of murmurs and soft whispers as they looked at him. Who was this guy? What was we doing here? He clearly wasn't from around here. Nevertheless, the shark demon was completely oblivious and happy to have everyone's attention. Well...all but one person in particular.

A tall and slim imp with red pale skin in a light gray jacket with slight darker-colored lapels, small yellow cuff links on each of the sleeves, dark gray cuffs, and dark gray trimming with black tassels can be seen hanging from them. Under his jacket is a dark gray vest with a black turtleneck held together by two small yellow buttons. His hands which rested on the saloon counter were hidden in black fingerless gloves. The ivory-colored jeans that ripped at the thighs hugged his muscular legs as his knee-high, dark gray cowboy boots with red cuffs and toes tapped to the saloon's background music.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", Chaz replied, checking out the rattle snake imp. Without hesitation, Chaz walked over  and plopped down next to Striker. Chaz leaned back against the bar counter, using his right hand to tip his cowboy hat upwards and showing a snarky smile."This seat taken cowboy?", he replied in a low sultry voice, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yea, a fancy pants city boy done sat in it.", Striker replied in a deep southern drawl. This was last thing Striker wanted to deal with right now. The poor rattlesnake already had it rough enough as it was. Perhaps if he ignored the stranger, he wouldn't have to deal with him..or so he thought. Instead, Chaz took the opportunity to scoot closer, placing his hand over Striker's and rubbing slowly. "Heya, the name's Chazwick, Chazwick Thurman, but you can call me the stud machine or Chaz, if you want." "Anyways, is your name as pretty as your face?", Chaz asked, tipping his cowboy hat upward with his other free hand. Striker felt his cheeks flush when Chaz touched and rubbed his hand. Striker instantly let out a loud hiss, yanking his hand away. "The fuck do you think ya doing?!",  he shouted in anger and embarrassment.

"Just getting a little friendly, is all.", he countered in feigned innocence as he smiled, showing off sea green teeth with a wink.  Striker hissed once more, clearly not amused by the situation.  "Awww, come on, cowboy. Don't be like that." Chaz replied, cupping Striker's chin and forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Besides, by the color on those cute cheeks....leans in with seductive whispers..I think you'll find that I can be very entertaining."

Striker felt his body tense and heat up when Chaz grabbed his face, calling out his colored cheeks. Who the hell did this shark fella think he is? "You seriously can't be from this here. If yer was you would know who am.", he replied, growing agitated.  "No one with a sane brain would even consider what yer just did unless they have a death wish.",  Striker threatened. However, Chaz wasn't threatened at all. In fact, he was intrigued. "You know, you're sexy when you're mad.", he spoked. Striker was once again caught off guard.  His pale red skinned cheeks burned bright red once more.

Striker then coiled his long and skinny fork like tail around Chaz's slim body, squeezing tightly. "Clearly you didn't hear me, city boy. Keep it up and yer dead!", hissed an angry flustered Striker.  The way that Striker's tail strangulated Chaz's body was suffocating, to say the very least. He felt his ribs tighten into his lungs from the sheer pressure of the tail. Yet he found Striker's absolute raw power to be alluring and erotic.

Chaz let out a forced laugh from the mild uncomfortable feeling of his torso being compressed. "Damn, that's a good grip you got there, cowboy.",  he replied in seductive voice.  "Would now also be a bad time to mention that this is kinda hot?", he asked, blushing a bit and causing Striker tighten his tail's grip. "Fuck ow! Ok that...a..little too tight...don't ya think?", Chaz replied, coughing while struggling to breathe. "But hey, I won't complain. If that's how sexy cowboys get to know people I won't complain.", Chaz winked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Striker eyes widened, unable to even consider responding to what Chaz just said. Now not only was his day ruined, but so was his night. He let out a gruff sigh, releasing Chaz from his tail's grip and causing him to land on the hard wooden ground with a hard thud. "Ow fuck! That was my ass, you know!", Chaz winced, rubbing his sore butt. Striker picked up his whiskey glass and guzzled in down in one swoop, taking a breath before he spoke, "Ya know what? I ain't got time for this. You ain't even worth the kill and I got real work to do." "Keep the change.", he huff, slamming down a cash tip for the bartender. Striker got up from his stool, smoothed back his messy ivory hair, placed his grey cowboy hat back on, and walked towards the door.

Unfortunately, Chaz still wasn't giving up just yet. He wasn't just gonna let his cowboy snake hottie get away so easily. Nobody says no to Chazwick Thurman! He immediately got off the floor, dusted himself off, and dashed after Striker. "Hey, hang on-", he started to say before tripping on his own tail. "Ahhh fuck!", he shouted immediately after tripping, rolling past Striker across the wooden floor, and crashing hard. "That's not how that was supposed to go....",

Chaz groaned as he laid upside down, covered in booze and food.

The saloon soon up roared in laughter as everyone laughed at Chaz's misfortune. Chaz huffed and turn himself upright, trying to wipe the mess off his clothes and compose himself. He was used to people laughing with him, not at him. Feeling both angry and embarrassed, he wanted nothing more than to leave before things went from bad to worse. However, in trying to do so, he slipped again, tumbling out the doors and landing face first in the horse trough. This caused everyone to laugh even harder.

Chaz sat up, spitting water out of his mouth only to see everyone laughing harder. Chaz had enough being laughed at. Not only had he been rejected, but he was humiliated not once, but twice and by everyone. Chaz's face began to heat up as balled up his fists and huffed. But his feelings quickly changed when he saw Striker's reaction. Striker was on the floor in laughter, kicking his legs back forth as he held his stomach. Chaz couldn't believe it. Did he actually make Striker laugh?

Suddenly, Chaz didn't feel so upset and embarrassed anymore. How could he when he heard such a beautiful sound? Chaz pulled himself out of the trough and shook the water off before walking over to Striker. "See? I told you I can be entertaining.", Chaz smirked proudly. Striker quickly got off the floor, trying to compose himself. "Ahem, don't flatter yourself, city boy." "You just look so stupid, that's all.", he replied, crossing his arms looking away.

"A-huh, sure. Is that why you were on the floor laughing your ass off?", he asked, trying to look Striker in the face. "Tck, go sit on a cactus, city boy.", he scoffed, crossing his arms while trying to avoid eye contact. "I mean, I will if it makes you do that pretty laugh of yours again.", his voice dropping into a seductive tone. He grabbed Striker's chin. "I can take a bit of pain if it makes you laugh."

Striker's cheeks blushed a dark red as his tail rattled. Except this time he didn't pull away. He simply rolled his eyes and replies, "I really can't stand ya. You do know this, dontcha?" Part of him did find the little nuisance entertaining, but he wasn't going to tell him that."I know, but you gotta admit I'm at least funny though, right?", Chaz asked, elbowing Striker.

Striker chuckles, pulling his chin away from Chaz's grip before heading towards the doors. "Aww, what? You mean after all that, you still abandoning me cowboy?" Chaz whines. He lowered his head, finally accepting defeat.

Striker stopped and turned his head towards the shark demon. "I told ya I got work to do. Not all of us can afford to just mess around."

"Besides, whether I want it or not, I'm sure we will cross paths again.", he sighed.

Chaz tilted his head confused as he listened. "How am I supposed to do that? Wrath is a huge ring, you know." "I mean, you wouldn't even give a brotha yer name." Chaz shrugged with a whine. Striker just chuckled once again, "I'm sure you'll figure it out city boy." Without another word, Striker left.

Chaz stood there confused as he scratched his head. What did he mean he would find out soon enough? None of what the mysterious cowboy said made sense. Chaz sighed, jamming his fists into his pockets in confusion when he felt something. "Huh? What the?" Chaz pulled out what seems to be a white piece of paper. "The fuck? This isn't mine." When Chaz unraveled the paper, he was shocked to find it was a note.

If you ever in my neck of the woods, come find me, city boy. You best be prepared to entertain me, though. See ya around, dummy.

Sincerely, Striker

Chaz couldn't help but smile as he read the note. He gently placed it back into his pocket as he looked out the window into the night. Upon looking outside, he saw Striker on his horse, tipping his hat as he winked before riding away. Chaz couldn't help but chuckled to himself. "Striker, huh? We will definitely meet again."

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what Chapter 9

Masterlist of chapters

11 days after Remus was cast out of Hell

"You're going on a car date with him!? A date!? In a car! With that gross thing!" Virgil eyes were so wide open it looked like they would pop out any second now.

Janus threw his hands up "When life throws you a strange little man you don't just ignore him!"

"Jannie you're killing me! Just like he's going to kill you! In that car!! I- I need a plastic bag to breathe into or something"

Virgil walked around in a circle while continuing to mutter to himself. The sound of the clock ticking that Janus' brain usually automatically zoned out suddenly seemed so overbearing as he sorted through the drawer under his bed to try and choose what to wear. Was he going for a Donna Tartt mysterious dark academia or more of a vampire stuck in victorian London.

"Very lucky that you somehow have the energy to go on a date with this random guy but you've been snazzing me off for asking you to go to class or buy the groceries for once innit" Virgil snarked out while halfway across the room.

In frustration Janus halfheartedly threw the piece of clothing he'd been holding. It fell miserably to the floor between them "You're doing a great impression of a twat tonight honey. Besides it is not a date. It is simply some friendly hanging out"

That last part was a lie. Janus was 22, inexperienced and let's not speak in circles here: very horny. He was only trying to avoid Virgil judging him for it.

Virgil picked up the clothing and folded it while saying dryly "If you're mulling over what to wear I suggest a hmm lemme think hmm a skirt..cause they're easier to take off"

"Oh my god! You're being such a- Nevermind. I am ignoring you for the rest of the evening"

"Having an argument right before going out to get murdered is such a boring cliche Jannie" Virgil put the folded clothing on the bed next to his roomate.

His roomate refused to reply, instead doing charades of him checking his ears and listening around for noise which he pretended he couldnt hear.

Virgil was about to leave it be but muttered over his shoulder "What if he's taking the piss on you? Only asking you out as a joke like every other dipshit? Only down to shag to use as comedy fodder at his next party. You're just gonna be a spectacle for him"

Janus closed his eyes and tried to keep it out. for once he didn't want to believe it.

--

Remus had a real skip in his step as he pranced through the college hallways. He had succesfully stolen his first car!! He obviously couldn't have a human date without a car! Did he have a license? No! Did he know what a license was? No! This date was going to go great!

"OOOOHHH JAAANNNUUUSS!!!" He yelled through the door while knocking just as loudly.

The door was pushed open so quickly he jumped back from surprise. Janus was standing there with a tense half smile, a large two colored black and yellow sweater, an ankle lenght skirt and his dreadlocks pushed up into two buns. Over his shoulder the demon could see the grumpy roomate sitting buried under a blanket in his bed with his headphones on. He looked so pale he nearly blended into the wall, maybe that was his goal.

"You are surpriseingly timely" Was the first thing Janus said "As you can clearly see I was definitely not at all expecting you to come"

"Expecting me to come immediately is reeally dirty J-anus! I am graceful non dirty pure lady"

"Glad to see you wore the shorts just like I asked. What a good boy you are" Janus had a sly smile on his lips "Want to come in? or must I welcome you like a vampire"

"I'm good" Remus replied while walking into the room.

He did a twirl to look around the whole room with wide bright eyes as he held his hands close to his chest. His head turned in an inhuman way to look at Virgil.

"Again this guy is here"

Janus made a whole showing of looking around and scratching his head "Who" He said sarcastically.

"I live here!" Virgil glared at a spot slightly above Remus' head "Red doesn't suit you"

"Good am not wearing any then!...OH! You mean my eyes!? I have not found way to gougue them out and replace them without losing sight yet. Too bad! Stuck with them for now!"

"..Sure"

"Well then" Janus clasped his hands "I am now remembering I just happened to forget something vital. Oh poor meee and my poor luck! Guess I have to go get that and leave you two aloneee for a while"

He gave his roommate the most shiteating grin before leaving the dormroom. Virgil's mouth fell open for a moment before shaking his head.

"Oh that snake is testing to see if we'll actually kill each other. Fucking bastard" He continued to grumble swearwords under his breathe.

Remus was about to say something about a fight to the death but as soon as he opened his mouth he started to violently cough. He held his hand against his throat and tried to force it back.

"Think I'm allergic to.." Remus gestured in Virgil's general direction. He stack out his tongue and wheezed like a cat trying to cough up a hair ball "Probably lethal...Oh well. Sweet death!"

"Why are you even here"

"You know...Colgege..Colgage...Colege. Study study!"

"No. No. Dude I mean" Virgil began to stand up from his bed while motioning for Remus to sit down in Jan's bed "Sit" He took a the desk chair and spun it around so he could sit on it in the wrong direction.

Remus made a "Blegh" sound while falling back into the soft cushions of Jan's bed. He plucked at the pillows and a bottle of face creme his date had forgotten to put away. "Smells like citrus! Love citrus! Much better smell than whatever you have going on"

"Rude, and also off topic. I was asking-"

"You only made us switch sitting places to make you feel big strong huh?" Remus reached his leg out to tap the chair with his toe.

"Why're you here dude?"

"Study. Study!"

"No! Like! Here" He tapped his finger against the backrest of the chair "Why're you here wanking around with Jannie?"

The demon shrugged "Fun! Dead birds come around him, that's fun! great! Fantastic! More dead stuff please!"

Virgil leant in closer "Listen here you daft nonce, you can't bang your way into our life like this! But if you are going to be here you better not hurt Jannie in any way. If I hear a single insult from you 'bout him I will- Well" Remus coughed again as Virgil leant in as close as he could "I was known as a biter at our ophanage and one time I bit a visitor and that visitor got Rabies from it. The doctors tested me and I didn't have Rabies. No one knows till this day how it happened, Ever heard of a bad miracle? If you try anything I'll find a way to recreate that and bite you"

Remus grined "What's rabies?"

He let out a sigh "...So you're just a proper idiot then"

"Yes, But I know few things" The demon moved his toe up and down against Virgil's leg "I know difference between human being annoyed at me because anger and human being annoyed at me because he thinks I'm hot and he does not want to think that. And I think you're example of number two. OH! Poop joke!"

"You daft fucking cunt!" He slapped the demon's foot away from him "YOu think the dead animals popping up around Jannie is cool!? well I've been telling him for Years that it's just assholes throwing them in through our window or door because humans are fucking horrible! But lately he's stopped listening to me! I think he's seriously starting to think there's some supernatural shit going on, WHICh trust me! I would be the most excited about! In any other case! Love ghosts! But not in this situation! I can count on more than one hand the amount of people who have asked Jannie out as a sick joke! And laughed at him no matter the answer! You hear me? I've Always protected him and I won't let you go and--"

"Ladies are we having a good time" Janus greeted as he came back into the room.

Virgil stood up and pushed the chair back to the desk "I was actually learning this twat here some words he could have use of. Like...Rabies!"

"Remus-Darling you simply have to set me up for a talk with your english teacher. I have to know what kind of teaching styles he uses because your intake of words is legitimately impressive" Virgil's already annoyed expression mulled over even more as Janus said the compliment.

"Me and Logan teacher have the same language. It helps"

"Fascinating. I'm sure I could find some studies regarding that helping in learning new languages" Janus weaved his fingers together and moved lightly back and forth on the toes of his feet "Sssssso, shall we get going?"

"No Showing me around?" Remus waved around at the room.

Out of the corner of his eye Janus could see Virgil motioning to puking "No darling. I think I can give you a proper introduction to my room some other time"

-

Remus opened the car door for Janus like he'd seen in the movies before sliding across the hood to get into the driver's seat. He stared at the dozens of buttons, numbers and fingamadings before deciding to simply kick his foot into the pedal and try to keep the car somewhat going in a straight line.

As soon as the car rived up Janus let out a yelp before grabbing ahold of the panic grip in the ceiling. "Roleplaying a fast and furious movie is definitely my favorite kind of date. Yep, yep yep yep yep" He let out a nervous laugh "SSSWEETIE, Reminder that my parents died in a carcrash!"

The car dropped to a sudden crawl making Remus lunge forward and nearly hit his forehead against the steering wheel. Janus tried to reach out to see if he was okay but the demon waved it off. The wheel had turned moist from his hands sweating and they hadn't even left college ground yet.

"I have not been on date before" Remus blurted out.

Janus quieted.

"I have been with humans. Lots of humans. Part of my uhh job you know, But never walked on date" He continued.

"Lucky for you I am so incredibly experienced there is no possibility of this going wrong" Janus reached out and placed his hand atop of Remus' hand on the steering wheel and the demon could feel how fast the human's pulse was beating "This is my first time too"

Remus let up into a smile and gave his date a quick glance before continuing to look at the road. The car swerved and curved but didn't go too fast and the air suddenly felt easier to breathe.

"I was looking at normal date spots and seen this lake. Pretty popular in summer. Thought it be nice. Driving. Criving. Niving. Fiving. Fisting"

"Only two of those were words"

"I know"

"Popular in summer huh" Janus leant back in his seat "What you're telling me is that it will be avoid of any people expect for us right now. Oh dear you really are planning on killing me. How flattering"

Remus' horns began to shine a bright crimson red as his heart skipped a beat "H- HOw did you know!?"

Jan laughed "You're a good actor dear"

"Oh....Jokes. yes. Hahahahaha. Murder. My favorite joke! Right after disemmemberment!!"

"Is it a long drive? Does your car have bluetooth or shall I simply rawdog it and hope my phone can be loud enough for both of us to hear the music?"

There was a knife laying in the backseat of the car. If Remus checked in the mirror he could see the edge of it faintly glimmering as it laid half stuck out from where he'd hidden it.

"Are we in the mood for some musical classics? A bit of razzle dazzle, some cabaret, even some Funny girl if we're feeling dramatic" Janus continued. He saw the puzzled look on Remus face and added "Ah, perhaps a bit too showey for a late night date innit"

A slash across the throat would be quick, only a few minutes of bleeding out. It would probably not even be that painful since the shock wouldn't have time to subside. He could lay Janus' body out in the water. There was no need to bother making it look like an accident, a drowning, car crash, even a fall, he wouldn't have to care about the police anyhow once the deed was done and he could return to Hell like normal. He missed the slight smoke always hanging in the air. Earth air was too clean.

"Maybe some jazz? Don't tell me you're one of those who refuse to listen to any jazz. It's alright if youre simply scared off by its deep history but I can show you some of my favorites. The clazzics if you will...with Z instead of S, you get me!"

Choking him to death could also work. If he suffocated him by pressing an object to his face until he passed out it would be less painful...Not that the amount of pain mattered as long as he died. Remy could be being hurt right now. Emile could be all alone. Roman could- He couldn't think about that right now. He had to focus.

"If we really want to get into the mood I could put on some R&B classics. Peronsally I lean more into the alternative sort of R&B, the Twigs, Szas, etc etc. Fiona Apples even! if we want to get into alternative rock. but while I am a snob and a judgy bitch I am certaintly not above some Whitney uh some Mariah. Aretha even. I mean I'm gay and black I think there would be a warrant for my arrest ready if I didn't"

Running him over with the car was always an option though, and while thinking this Remus sneaked a glance at the human, he wanted to make the death as painless as possible. He could have fun harming humans some other time. For some reason he just didn't like the idea of Janus in prolonged pain. It was a good thing he didn't have to worry about cops. With the scar on his face the human would be easily recognizable even as a corpse.

"Hey" Janus snapped his fingers "Remus? Forgot to pick an option in the dialogue tree?"

Remus snapped back to the present and tried to remember what they were talking about "Music? Oh uh I know Music uhh" He began to humm a tune and tap his finger against the wheel while trying to drag any human song he could remember forward "Ahh Where they all uhh live where they run where they something something all day in the sun. Wishin could be wandering free uhh part of your world??"

Janus smiled watching the demon scrunch his nose and furrow his eyebrows together while sing-mumbling the words out. His voice was stale, shrill and way out of pitch but it was sort of cute in a lame way.

"Is that...The little mermaid?" The human guessed.

"Uhh yeah" Remus forced a smile "My brother's favorite song" He hadn't been fully aware that was Roman's favorite, the information was ingrained in his mind in the same way the urge to fly south lays in the mind of a bird "He loves musicals aaand that is why we will not listen to musicals"

"Understandable, though you will have to hear my incredible rendition of don't rain on my parade someday"

"Would not wanna miss it, except if beheadings was happening at the same time"

The human put on a calm playlist of jazz before looking out the window to see the last remnants of the day's light disappear behind the tops of the trees in the distance. Thick clouds had started to roll in but it hadn't started raining just yet. The last few people were driving home from work. Remus was headbanging along to the smooth trumpets which made Janus laugh.

"Want a riddle?" Janus asked.

"Bro that sounds like a a uhhhh......scary thing..."

"Threat?"

"Yeah! Threat!"

"As any normal person does I have a riddle app on my phone. It's definitely not right next to my murder mystery app"

Remus switched positions to only have to hold the wheel with one hand as the traffic lessened "Hit me..In the uhh theoryetical way not in kinky way"

"There are two men who each have a backpack . One of the men are dead. The man who is alive has his backpack open and the man who is dead has his backpack closed. What is in the dead man’s backpack?"

Janus had a smug look on his face as he waited for his date to think.

"...A whole pile of blades that SLAsh went right through backpack and into soft human meat!!" Remus answered with full confidence.

"Wow, what an adorable attempt" The demon didn't notice the sarcasm, his tail simply wagged at the compliment "Correct answer is a parachute"

"Load another up sir!"

"You are my brother, but I am not your brother. Who am I?"

"J-Anus babeybitch we are Not related!"

"It's the riddle you daft muppet"

"Oh......uhmmmm......Reverse brother !"

"Wha- Well sure. The correct answer is sister so I suppose..you are right..."

His tail continued to wag making the back of his seat warm "Another! Another! My brain is sooo fucking WIGGLY right now!"

"Whatever you say. A barrel of water weighed 60 pounds. Someone put something in it and now it weighs 40 pounds. What did the person add?"

"OH! I know right one! HOLE! A hole! Issa hole!....Hehehe hole....INNIT!" He mimicked the human's accent on the last word.

"Correct!" Janus leant closer to him and murmured into his ear "What a good boy you are"

"THAMKS! Iam great hole finder! Hole expert! Great hole guy!"

"I'm sure you are darling"

Remus let his hand wander across the armrest that was the only small distance between them. He felt for Janus' reaction as he placed his hand against his knee. For a moment the human tensed from surprise before his knee went soft again. The demon rubbed his finger in a circle against the light fabric of the skirt keeping their skin separated.

"Your clothes look good" The demon said.

"Thanks. Yours too, what there is of them. There is for sure no chance of you catching a cold"

"Eh" he shrugged "I'm hotblooded"

The car took a sharp turn as they exited the main road and the lake entered the view. It was hard to make out on a starless evening, besides they were on the hill overlooking the lake not beside it. There was a small parking lot meant for stopping at to take a view but since no one except for them were there Remus drove right to the edge of the hill and parked right next to the railing. Janus lowered the volume of the music and for a few moments neither of them spoke.

The sound of the carbelts unbuckling and the slight rustle from the bushes around them mixed with the low jazz was the only sound heard.

"Hope I calling this a date was okay before. I know this is not romantic" Remus eventually got out. His stomach was turning but he wasn't sure if it was from hunger or not wanting to be intimate.

"As long as we both are aware this is a casual thing it's okay. Earlier when you and Viv got your alone time I ran and bought some uh- wow I am feeling ssssoo mature for feeling embarassed over saying these words like Im freaking 5- I got condoms. You can just say if we need them or not, no detail needed. I just thought with your job-"

"Good braining! We don't!"

"Okay"

(In the early days of succubi they could spread STDs but it was quickly realized that far too many humans died for that to stay a possibility, especially during the black plague)

"I have slipper shit"

"Good. Good yeah"

The demon noticed Janus' hand moving up to instictly play with one of his dreadlocks before his hand stayed hung in the air as he remembered he'd put his hair in buns and let his hand fall down to his lap once more.

There was a naseua growing at the back of Remus' mouth that gave him the urge to put his fingers deep in his throat and pull it all out. Gag and spit and puke and saliva and anything that could distract him. His sight became a bit slurred as he began to space out.

"Sex. Sex time. Let's go" He mumbled in a tone uncharacteristicly emotionless.

Remus pulled off his tank top without much fanfaire and threw it into the back of the car before turning to Janus. The human's eyes jumped between his chest and his eyes and Remus made sure to wait a moment until his eyes had stagnated a bit before leaning forward to let his lips meet the skin of the human's neck.

Janus' hands hung in the air before he slowly moved his hand to lay against Remus' bare back. He could feel the shoulder blade moving under his fingertips while his heart raced so fast he could hear it pounding in his ears.

The feeding had started, It wasn't much though. It felt like popcorn seeds were being forced between his teeth and pushed down his throat one after the other. Tiny tiny hints of food only making his hunger more apparent.

He let his other hand slip down past Remus' neck and slid his finger along the collar bone. The demon stopped kissing his neck to instead watch Janus' face as the human moved his hand along Remus' chest, his eyes enamored and face slightly flushed.

The demon placed his knee against the middle arm rest to get closer while pressing his hand against the window behind Janus to keep himself from falling over. He went back to kissing the human's neck, edging up to right where his chin stopped and cheek started.

In his mind he was thinking of the latest human movies he'd seen. Saw 1-10 was a real hoot. Great way to forget how hungry he was. His eyes glazed over as he moved his other hand to roll the human's skirt up so it bunched up around his waist. His lips kissed where the smooth skin turned jagged and uneven as he placed his hand against his inner thigh (he hoped it would go by fast) before sliding his fingers higher up until-

Until the feeding stopped suddenly and before he could fully notice it he felt Janus hands pushing lightly against his chest. Not in the soft almost careful caress he'd done before. His eyes were looking away to some spot on the dashboard as he held Remus away ever so slightly.

Remus didn't move back but he did stop kissing him to instead meet his eyes "Something wrong?"

"I had..imagened it differently. This is so cramped and" Janus' eyes flickered back and forth "I thought I was ready" His voice wavered just a bit.

The demon eyed the other man's face up and down "...How did you ever get that scar anyway?"

The look in Janus' eyes changed in an instant. There were sudden tears brimming at the edges with a just as sudden look of anger and disgust right behind the tears as he stared at Remus.

"What kiND OF FUCKING QUESTION IS THAT MID FUCK!?"

His voice wavered under the rage as he pushed Remus away hard enough to knock him back to his seat. His head hadn't even hit the window before Janus had opened the car door and slammed it shut behind him.

Remus gasped for breathe as he felt something crawl up his throat. He pushed the car door slightly ajar to hang his head out and puke onto the dirt underneath him. The puke was almost all stomach acid and water and the little feeding he had gotten from Janus must have disappeared down into the ground.

The rain quickly drained the puke away, Remus quietly watched it as it ran down to the edge of the hill before disappearing down the cliffside. Janus running away must have been a blessing in disguise because he would not have been able to hold back his disgust the entire way through. But had that been enough? Could he kill janus now? He glanced back at the seat where the knife was hidden...it was probably best to ask Logan first to be sure. He shuddered at the possibilities of what could happen to Roman if he came back with a dead but non sinning Janus.

If only Roman had been forced to do this instead of him. She would have known exactly what to do, what to say. He could have seduced Janus within a day. Everything would already be back to normal.

The seat where Janus had sat was still warm as Remus pressed his hand against it. He took a deep breathe and rested his head in his hands for a few minutes before putting on his tank top again and stepping out into the rain.

His body couldn't take him standing up so suddenly so he had to lean against the car as his sight spun and his legs trembled. Instead of screaming for his body to stop shaking he hit his fist against the top of the car.

He held his tail above his head to try and lessen the rain someway, at least the ground was all muddy and nice to skip through. The human wasn't anywhere in the parking lot so Remus sniffed in the air instead and followed the citrus smell to the other side of the road where the bushes growing were closer together and the ground uneven.

A hint of blue light came from somewhere between the bushes and Remus followed it to find Janus sitting on a log texting on his phone. He didn''t notice the demon so Remus decided to sneak up behind him and lean his arms over the human's head to shield him from the rain. He sucked in a big gulp of air before screaming

"BOO BITCH!!"

Janus didn't answer, he didn't even get scared.

"You're being boring"

Remus sat down beside him and stuck out his tongue to try and gauge a reaction, followed by silly expression, wild hand waving, poking his nose, farting and as a last resort making puppy eyes while pouting. Finally he tried poking at Janus but that only made the human smack his hand away.

"Oh fabolous idea! Really rub your grubby lil hands all over huh!? Very appreciated!"

The demon was pretty sure that was sarcasm. He tried to move his head to see the phone screen "Who you texting? Is it saaatan?? Done any sins recently??? Sins worth death???"

"You could never possible guess who Im texting, I just have such an unimaginable array of trusted allies and dear friends and I totally do not only have 1 singular friend at all in the whole world. I am just so fucking caked up with friends. schedules all packed!"

"......Have I.....Done something....?"

"No! Obviously not! Never!" Janus put his phone down and let out the longest of sighs "Cant you just drive me home? Or are you planning on stranding me here and letting me ruin my nice sweater even more. Fuck! I used my nice sweater for this you fucking asshole!!......Im kidding. I used my worst piece of shit shirt or someting. yada yada lies lies" his legs were bouncing so fast mud was kicking up onto his skirt "And don't you dare touch me!"

Remus didn't understand but he still replied "No touching, I prommy....but you missing out on me sexyli carrying you to the car so your shoes do not get worse"

"Please sweetie" janus rolled his eyes while standing up and dusting off the back of his skirt "Your arms are the size of cigarettes, I doubt you would ever be able to carry me. Honey you are allll legs"

"That's not true! Im also a penis!"

"You're doing a great job at thinking with it" The mumbled way Janus said it was a stark contrast to how he'd teased Remus before.

The demon followed the human back to the car with his tail between his legs. Even from just the small amount of time they'd been outside they were both still sopping wet enough to dampen the seats. When Remus saw his date shuddering he slammed all of the buttons on the dashboard until he found the heater.

"My friend says wet feet makes illness" Remus commented while thinking of Emile.

"Eureka! What a never before stated glimpse of wisdom. Be a dear and just start driving already"

The jazz playlist was still going as they began the drive home. Every now and then Remus glanced over to his date but each time he looked Janus was just sitting curdled up with his body leant as close to the car door as possible. His arms were around himself to try and gather warmth as he stared out the window.

"If I was making an army I would want you on my side be cause you're very mega smart" Remus said to try and cheer him up.

"Who cares about being smart when you can't do anything useful with it, or anything at all for that matter"

"...Well.....You can...say cool facts..."

The barely begun conversation died out into silence. That was Remus theory anyhow: that Hell must want to make sure that Janus lands in Hell so he can help them against Heaven somehow. It was the only thing that made sense for now.

It was a smooth ride home with few cars on the road which was a lucky coincidence because Remus had gotten so hungry his eyes were going in and out of focus the entire way. He stopped in the middle of the parking lot in front of the College campus and was digging around in his mind for a cool movie line to say to end of the date succesfully. Janus was already getting out of the car before he'd come up with anything to say so Remus ran after which only made his head spin.

"Wait! Janny boy! UHhh AHH Epic Date!?"

"I suppose I should say thanks for driving me. Tell me if I should pay you back for the gas-"

"Oh nah I stole th- NOpe! Not needed thanks! Ehh Do Do you not want me to walk you to your door?"

"As you can see I have my own legs so no thank you"

"When you wanna meet a-"

Janus pressed his finger against Remus' lips "Shush. Stay."

He moved his finger away and when Remus didn't say anything he caressed the demon's chin.

"Good boy. Now, Have a good night. Goodbye"

With that Janus turned around and walked away. Remus stayed standing there until his date had disappeared into one of the dorm houses.

His heart started to race. Oh Satan he'd failed. He'd- He wouldn't get to see Roman for however long. He thought it'd be over. He thougt he- Not Remy or Emile either. He couldn't know if they were okay. He thought it would be easy- It should have been easy.

His stomach growled and it was about then Remus completely dissociated away into a daydream where he could put The Manager into a saw trap without any consequenses. His body got back into the car and drove away from the campus and into the middle of town. Somewhere along the way he crashed into a mailbox and slammed his horns into the dashboard. It wasn't his car so his body just got out and started walking towards the nearest club he could see.

All of the sounds of humans talking and the faint music coming from inside the building were all muffled to Remus' ears. Everything was just shapes. Nothing tangetible. Nothing real.

Except for a sudden smell that made him break out into coughs. His eyes were still out of focus as Remus looked around while holding his hands over his nose. The smell was so sticky sweet it felt like acid was flowing into his nostrils.

Finally he saw a figure kneeling down beside a human that had fallen asleep on the lawn outside the club. Looking directly at it made his eyes water and the hairs on his arms raise.

It was a fucking Angel.

It had hidden it's wings and halo from the humans but Remus could see them clear as day. Stupid Angels always having their wings out, that's why he never summoned his. And with their just as stupid horns that went round their head to connect to each other, stupid them for being obnoxious enough to call it a halo.

It noticed him just as quickly and held up the water bottle as if to show him it was only here to help the humans. Remus in return hissed at it to which it fully opened up it's large wings to scare him off. He told himself he only walked away because he disliked the smell, he had humans to feed off of anyway.

[cleromancy]

HI I WOULD LOVE TO SEE SNIPPETS OF THE EX CHILD STAR AU

thank you anon 🥰 sry it took me a few days to post this lol

cws: references to mental health problems and a previous suicide attempt, and lasting trauma from exploitation. uh, and past drug use.

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If you had asked Dick twenty-four hours ago about his apartment, he would have said it was fine. Not too modest, not too ostentatious, not so public he has to worry about creeps but not as isolated as the villa. He's so glad they sold the villa. Nicest place he's ever lived, and if he'd stayed there one more day he'd have been peeling off the wallpaper muttering about ex-child stars trapped inside, creeping. Where he lives now is within walking distance from a friendly little corner store where he picks up cereal and almond milk and anything else he doesn't want to wait to get delivered, which is convenient, and a somewhat-longer-but-still-doable hike away from Dick's favorite store in L.A, a tiny little candy shop that only stays afloat out of sheer spite. The owner, a cantankerous old man that Dick loved immediately upon meeting, roasts Dick mercilessly every time Dick comes in, but he also keeps Dick's standing order of the tragically discontinued Triple Xtreme Face Pucker Nuclear Warheads in stock just for him, so Dick wouldn't buy them anywhere else even if he could.

And as long as you have that and a laundry room, you're golden. If Dick had to leave his apartment to wash his socks he'd just lie down and die, or else wear a lot of dirty clothes.

So normally if asked, Dick would conclude that the apartment is, actually, better than fine, maybe even pretty good, and then he would change the subject.

It's just hitting Dick now that he's lived here for seven years now and he doesn't think he's ever actually looked around. They hired somebody to move his stuff into storage while Dick was still in inpatient and somebody else to decorate the apartment so it would be livable right when he got out, before he got around to picking up his stuff (he keeps meaning to do that). Moving in, all Dick cared about was getting a burrito the size of his face and sleeping on sheets that didn't smell faintly of industrial bleach masked poorly by something artificial, vaguely floral, and marketed as *Mountain Breeze.* In the grey haze it hadn't occurred to him to wonder if maybe the decor was itself a little too grey.

"Or whatever color they call this," Dick says to himself, staring down an oversized decorative vase with a few sticks poking out that you'd think would be silk flowers or something, but instead have these fuzzy little puffballs attached for some reason. "Gray-beige? Taupe? Greige? Why do I even have you." He tilts it to one side. It's shockingly heavy. "Why do I have *six of you.*"

Looking down the hallway it's obvious that the interior design team had a vision, and that vision was "innoffensive, featureless neutrality." There are just enough wall hangings to qualify as "minimalist" over "austere," black and white photographs of bland still lifes in featureless frames. Some kind of hanging tapestry except it's solid white with hanging tassels. Grey-toned floor, lighter grey-toned floor runner. The end result sails right past "boring" into "escaped psych ward patient" territory. Which Dick resents. He did his time, thank you very much, and waited until his official discharge like a good boy. That's probably why he didn't notice until now, psych ward home away from psych ward home.

Yeah. Let's blame that. The fact that he spent his first year out of the hospital doing nothing but trying to beat his Tetris high score in his underwear and scouring the internet trying to find the tragically discontinued Triple Xtreme Face Pucker Nuclear Warheads had nothing to do with it.

"He's going to think I'm a serial killer," Dick realizes.

He's most of the way through Tetrising the unwieldy, surpringly heavy vases into the tiny cubicle the guest bathroom calls a shower—and he'd like to know whose idea *that* was when anyone with a lick of sense would have just made it a half-bath—when the buzzer for the lobby goes off.

"Crap," Dick mutters, taking half a step away from the tower, which wobbles ominously. He lunges to steady it. "Crap!"

He casts around for a surface and sets the last two vases on the toilet lid and the sink respectively, the stupid little Q-tip stick things rattling mockingly inside, then dashes out to tell the doorman that no, Roy's not a stalker, yes really, yes Dick wants you to let him up please, yes he is serious, yes he is sure. He has enough time to sprint back to the bathroom and make sure his hair is okay and confirm that at least he doesn't *look* as sweaty and disheveled as he *feels,* but thankfully not enough time to start worrying if he might be due early for another round of fillers or if his hairline might be receding or if the skin under his jaw might be sagging. He looks fine. Everything's fine.

When the doorbell rings, Dick has to pretend he doesn't know who's on the other side to get himself to finally open the door. His breath still catches when he sees him.

Roy, casual as ever, pushing a pair of Ray-Bans he told Dick he shoplifted as a teenager up his forehead. His crow's feet, because he stopped getting fillers at twenty-five, except *his* are laugh lines, not stress wrinkles, less those *Where Are They Now?* specials they used to do on VH1, more Paul Newman aging like fine wine. His crooked smile, and he doesn't whiten his teeth anymore either, teased Dick when he drove him for his root canal that he was destroying his enamel and then held his hand when they put him under. His scuffed bomber jacket, older than either of them, which sparked half a dozen anecdotes about an Uncle Hal when Dick brushed his fingers against a faded patch on the sleeve. His henley with three buttons undone, straining over the curve of his chest. His jeans tight around the thighs, a little threadbare in places after over a decade of wear. The whole of him, broad and easy in the doorway, unapologetically imperfect, smiling.

Dick just wants this to go well so *badly.* "Hi."

"Hi yourself," Roy says, shifting a little. "Can I come in?"

"Please."

Roy closes the door behind him, bending to unlace his boots. Dick's eyes catch for a second on the strain of his thighs against denim, and the nervous inane smalltalk on its way out of Dick's mouth dies on his lips.

Roy kicks the second boot off and straightens up, dusting his palms off on his thighs, which probably shouldn't make Dick's mouth fill with saliva the way it does. He's looking around the entryway, curious. "Nice place."

*Don't mention the vases.* "You think so? I keep meaning to update a little."

"Yeah, man, it's nice," Roy says easily, and he's lying but Dick can barely tell, which is kind of him. "You want to show me around?"

No, Dick does not want to show him around. No, he does not want to discover alongside Roy what other modern minimalist nightmares the interior design team saw fit to install in case Dick got too overstimulated by non-neutral colors and tried to kill himself again.

"I want to show you the media room," Dick says, which at least has the benefit of actually being true.

*

The "whoa" Roy lets out when they enter the media room is gratifying. It's most people's reaction when they see it. It's always gratifying.

"Is that a pinball machine?" Roy asks.

Dick grins. "You wanna play?"

"Hell yeah, just. Later. You have so much cool shit here, show me all of it—"

Maybe the other reason Dick barely knows what the rest of his apartment looks like is because this is where he spends most of his time. Freshly discharged from the hospital, Dick had scarfed down his face-sized burrito, faceplanted on the bed, slept like a log for about two days straight and woken up not entirely sure what year it was or why. He looked around the room, remembered it was his, flicked on the lamp on his bedside table and didn't like it any better in the light. It was the smooth plasticine decor that Dick's belatedly come to realize populated the entire apartment, featureless, meaningless, trying desperately to be mature by being entirely devoid of interest. *My bedroom pays taxes,* Dick remembers thinking. *My bedroom has a 401k.* He grabbed his meds from his bedside table and stuffed them in his sweatpants pocket before wrapping himself in the big gray down comforter and dragging it to what he supposed was the den, flopping on the couch and sleeping for another six hours, eventually waking with the cap of PRAZOSIN - 10MG - GRAYSON, RICHARD J digging into his hip.

Time was sort of soupy a lot of the time back before he got his ADHD diagnosis, because of the brain fog. For the longest time his psychiatrists kept adjusting his Wellbutrin dose pretending they thought that had a chance in hell of working while Dick sat listlessly in their offices, missing meth. It wasn't until later when Jason Todd of all people dragged him to a specialist (because "if I have it, you definitely have it" successfully nettled Dick into going just to prove him wrong, except of course it turned out the bastard was right) and Dick found a new psychiatrist who was halfway competent and put him on Adderall that he really felt at all present again. The psychiatrist he has now, who is from hell and who doesn't let him get away with lying and who is incredibly good at her job, was the one who told him how much meth and ADHD stimulants have in common chemically.

Dick sat very still. Then he pointed to the throw cushion on the couch. "Can I borrow that for just a sec?"

"Take as long as you need."

Dick grabbed the pillow, buried his face in it, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

But for a while, yeah. Time was soup Dick was mostly afloat in. He spent it floating here.

Now that Dick is looking for it, he notices the gray in the floor and the walls, the aggressive featurelessness of even the window frames, but he likes the rest of the room enough not to mind. At one point he'd been irrationally angry at the pile of mail he'd put off opening for over a month, and he'd been going through a minor fixation with auction websites at the time, and there was an old, probably busted Ms Pac Man arcade machine up for sale and for some reason Dick latched onto it. For some reason winning the auction of the stupid Ms Pac Man machine was very briefly the most important thing in the world. And he did win the auction, because nobody else wanted the janky old thing, and to Dick's shock and delight it actually *worked*, and suddenly he had a project.

At first he bought and fixed up old arcade fixtures, classic games and pinball machines mostly but he dabbled in anything; he'd even gotten his hands on an air hockey table once. Then he'd get bored or run out of space, sell a bunch of things or even give them away if he was too sick of looking at them, and before terribly long he drifted away from arcades specifically. That part he credits to a film projector he ran into at a flea market and fell in love with, which prompted him to spend possibly obscene amounts of money on the sound system and improving the acoustics. He fell in love with a lot of objects, those days, maybe because he wasn't talking to *people* much. Not people who knew him well, anyway. He was on first name terms with his favorite antique dealers, one of whom inexplicably set aside an old Gibson electric guitar he found, a gorgeous machine in a charmingly 60s shade of Robin's egg blue, because he said it reminded him of Dick. Either because he somehow knew Dick would love it, or else because he knew Dick was a sucker with way too much money.

It didn't matter. Dick *did* love it, and he *is* a sucker with way too much money, and he *did* go straight home to almost give himself tinnitus playing every three-chord classic he knew at a truly unwise volume.

(Dick even replaced the original couch in this room because he kept falling asleep on it and his physical therapist threatened to quit over the havoc he was wreaking on his back. He's still not thrilled that he doesn't really sleep in bed ever, but the new couch isn't threatening to do permanent damage to his spine. Win/win in Dick's book.)

So. Not a home arcade, not a home theater, not a home studio. Scavenged bits and salvaged pieces, nostalgia probably in excess, anchors in time. Whatever magic they put in the air at antique stores and estate sales and really good museum exhibits, Dick managed to bottle a breath of it and take it home with him. When he finally started letting people into his life again, the unabashed delight often on their faces, walking into this room full of outdated obsolete frivolous things, sharing it with them… it's good. It feels good.

"Does that ancient popcorn machine actually work?" Roy asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet, grinning.

Dick matches it. "Yeah, and it's gonna knock your socks off."

*

So Dick gets the popcorn going and shows Roy around and silently laments that there was no way he could get his hands on film reels of The Muppet Show. Roy was almost as much of a geek about some of these machines as Dick was, and Dick had made it his whole personality for a while.

"It's just that there are some antique collectors that really don't mess around," Dick explained to Donna the week before, twisting and untwisting his napkin in his hands. "And I'm a competitive guy but some of the markets are totally cutthroat, and film people and puppet people are both intense. So this was better."

"Yeah, *and* it'd be insane to drop that kind of money on a first date," said Jason through a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger, Mister *we're not brothers we just played them on TV.* Dick had invited Donna to lunch, Jason had loudly said he was too busy to come, Dick said he wasn't invited, and Jason's schedule suddenly cleared up, *viola,* miracles do happen.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Dick told him.

"Die," Jason suggested pleasantly.

'Just played it on TV.' Sure.

"And it's not a date," Dick added belatedly, stomach swooping.

Jason had opened his mouth to probably say something horrible, as is his way, and instead let out a hilarious squeak, turning to Donna next to him in the booth with massive betrayed Bambi eyes.

She ignored him, continuing to pour Sweet-N-Low packets into her half-empty coffee as if she didn't just stomp on his foot under the table. She didn't really like coffee until it got to the consistency of artificially sweetened sludge. When they were young Donna was always on top of what was *in*, considering it part of her full-time job to appear effortlessly sophisticated; she skipped the teen-preteen fashion beat and shot straight to the big leagues by fifteen. They were putting the equivalent of a *sophomore in high school* on best dressed lists alongside grown-ass women. It should never have happened. No one should have *let* it happen. One time even before all that, Dick and Jason stole a box of Krispy Kreme donuts from catering and absconded to her trailer to share and she had a panic attack. Years later she described her youth as being in a room full of invisible mirrors at all times. Those days she wouldn't be caught dead with anything less chic than an espresso from whatever new *it* cafe just opened. And there she was, two decades later, blithely desecrating two-dollar-fifty diner coffee with enough aspartame to kill a cart horse in front of god and everyone. She was probably Dick's favorite person in the entire world, and he went into a little trance for a moment, watching her graceful hands with horrified fascination.

Finally satisfied, she took a sip of her monstrosity and hummed, satisfied with that which she hath wrought. "Wait and see," she suggested. "If it goes well, it can be a date."

"And everyone says *I'm* the crazy one," Jason griped, rubbing the prison stick-n-poke tattoo on one thumb with the other.

"Well, if everyone says it, it must be true," Donna said warmly, knocking her shoulder against Jason's.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“Yayyy!”

“I think so!” She snorts. “He’s a very polite jellyfish, he’ll be happy for us.”

Her eyes soften as he looks at the mural. “I hope so. I’m really glad you like it.” The girl says softly, swimming over to him.

When he bumps into her, she lets out a small “Eep!” Of surprise. The mermaid has the literal bubbles slightly knocked out of her as the boy crashes into her, before blinking a bit and giggling.

“I’m fine, love.” She gently squeezes his hands. “It’s funny, usually I’m the clumsy one on land. What’s that human saying? ‘Oh how the turns have tabled?’ Something like that. Now, c’mon! We can meet some of the other mers on our way to breakfast!”

****

Melodía swims hand in hand with him out to the Feeding Grounds, beginning to gather some oysters and clams as she looks around the reef for some of her merfolk friends.

“Melodía?” The princess turns around to see a mermaid with short, dirty blonde hair that has bits of different colorful seaweed in it. Melodía grins, swimming over to the mermaid and giving her a huge hug, the two of them spinning around in the water.

“Andrea!”

Andrea, the other mermaid, pulls back and smiles at her excitedly. “Glad I was able to catch you before you leave again! I’ve missed you.”

“Aw, Annie, I’ve missed you too.” Melodía takes her friend's hands in hers. “Next time I visit, we’ve gotta hang out again.”

“Definitely. Ooh- we can go treasure hunting again!”

“YES!” As she gets caught up in the banter with her companion, Melodía then remembers that Hiccup is with her. She guides Andrea over to him. “I have someone I want you to meet, Annie. This is Hiccup! Hiccup, this is Andrea.” The girl beams, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Annie is my best friend, ever since we first met when I came here! She’s amazing.” She hugs the mermaid again.

“Aww, Mel, you’re the amazing one here.” Annie chuckles, hugging her close before letting go and shaking Hiccup’s hand. “So. You’re the human boy I’ve heard so much about.” The mermaid’s grip tightens slightly before whispering through a fanged smile. “You hurt her, you’ll be sorry.” She then loosens the grip before letting go. “It’s nice to meet you. And uh, thanks for making Melodía happy. I’m glad she has you.”

"I love it. The time you took, to make this...the detail and care you took...it means a lot to me."

Hearing her laughter, he breathed a sigh of relief, glad he hadn't hurt her. "Good, that's good..."

He chuckled. She wasn't wrong. Then again, it was expected to be a little uncoordinated in a new body. He simply still wasn't used to having a tail instead of legs.

Grinning, he swam out of the castle with her, their fingers intertwined.

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Hiccup had gathered a couple of clams and oysters when he heard someone call Melodía's name.

He stayed where he was, smiling at Melodía, seeing how happy she was to see her friend.

When introduced, Hiccup gave a friendly smile, extending his hand out for Annie to shake. "It's great to meet you!"

His eyes widened at her threat, and a blush formed on his cheeks. Shaking his head, he quietly answered, "Oh, I'd never... She means far too much to me..."

Flexing his now free hand, he gave a small nod. "I'm the lucky one, Melodía is just incredible. She's brought me a lot of happiness as well. It's probably no secret, how much I love her."

[scryptids]

florence pugh / she/her  ———  no way is that DAPHNE WALLIS.. they’re a 28-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being IMPULSIVE  &  PARANOID but there are some people who have seen them being PLAYFUL  &  ADVENTUROUS.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of jackets tossed over the back of a chair, pens and notepads always tucked away in pockets for quick access, blonde hair tied up haphazardly to keep it out of her face, and the smell of expensive cologne, but that could just be because they’re considered the THE CONSPIRACY THEORIST around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

TW: death mention

full name: daphne jean wallis birthdate: january 3rd age: 28 height: 5’3” occupation: journalist ship status: closed bio:

from the moment she was born, daphne jean wallis has been a force to be reckoned with

as the youngest of a brood of children, she always felt like she had to do everything possible to be seen and heard

to put it lightly she was the runt of the litter, adapting to her surroundings by standing on anything that looked sturdy enough to support her, just so she could see what everyone else was doing

unfortunately her siblings did their best to ignore her most of the time, not wanting to stop long enough to listen about her newest rant or rave

she was always the closest with lucky, but it was because he had the most chill attitude and didn’t seem to find her presence to be a bother

in other words, he was the only person who didn’t treat daphne like an entire nuisance

daphne’s special interest was rather odd for someone of her age: conspiracy theories

she earned her love of them from her grandmother, too much time spent at her house watching x-files and discussing what went on behind the scenes in terms of the government

she was five years old when she started spouting off about things like aliens and bigfoot, and as she got older it only got worse

because of this, most people her age avoided her at all costs, usually only hanging around long enough for a gentle greeting before she was by herself again

this didn’t stop daphne from trying to make friends though, and by the time she got to high school she was able to change that

daphne was able to find a friend group that was just as weird and adventurous as she was, and for once in her life she felt like she belonged

within this friend group is where she met the boy she fell in love with; their romance happened naturally, and within months they were seemingly attached at the hip

together the group started an online blog to document their suspicions about the government and its inner workings

it wasn’t meant to spread too far, only shared with trusted individuals in fear that the wrong person would get their hands on it

but daphne had always had trouble laying low, and after getting too friendly with someone, word of the blog got out, and suddenly it grew popular

the friend group had just graduated high school, and instead of going to college, they all chose to make the blog their full time jobs

everything was going smoothly for a long time; they were all living together happily, and daphne’s boyfriend could also be heard talking about popping the question sooner rather than later

unfortunately, he didn’t come home one night, and the later it got, the more she worried

not heeding the warnings of her friends, daphne set out to find her boyfriend by herself

she had no clue what she was going to find when she went out, passing by alleyways and familiar spots that had only ever brought her comfort

but upon finding several police cars with their lights flashing, daphne knew instantly that something was wrong

her boyfriend was lying dead on the ground surrounded by police officers and detectives, and all they could tell her was that it was foul play and that someone had killed him

that was a decade ago, but to this day daphne is still riddled with grief

she made it her life’s mission to find out who murdered the love of her life, and she has plenty of suspicions and paper trails to follow, though proving it has been difficult

daphne still has her friends behind her to show their support, and they all still run that online blog, but they keep it more discreet and hidden

her full time day job is at a journalist, but the veil of night often finds her wandering the streets looking for more answers

[aprillikesthings]

YAY I WROTE A LITTLE

This is in my 1960's au and it's about a week before the start of their junior year. They're doing back-to-school shopping.

“My mother only allows me to wear pink lipstick,” Adora frowned. “It’s so boring.”

“Well, she’s not here. Let me–” Catra grabbed Adora’s chin and started putting a frosted, nearly-white lipstick on her lips. 

She was so close to Adora she could smell her shampoo. Why was Adora so pretty? Her hair was straight and blonde and her eyes were that steely grayish blue. Even her lips were a nice shape. 

Why was Adora even friends with her? It’s not like they were kids anymore, they were halfway through high school. She seemed friendly enough with her teammates in field hockey and basketball, but rarely seemed to hang out with them outside of practices and games. 

Adora could be best friends with anyone. But she was best friends with Catra. 

Catra was done putting the lipstick on her. She looked up and they both jolted like they’d been shocked. Adora had been staring at Catra’s eyes the whole time. She blinked.

Catra backed up and handed her the mirror. “Look!”

“Oh, god. No. I look like a ghost,” Adora laughed. She scrubbed it off with a tissue, then tried on a peachy color instead. 

“I dunno. I think it was kind of mod.” Catra shrugged and grabbed the mirror and applied a red shade to herself, then bat her eyelashes at Adora. “What do you think?”

“It looks good on you, with your dark hair.” 

Catra looked in the mirror, at her mismatched eyes and hair she could never get as straight as she wanted and her freckles and her pointy chin. But the lipstick did look nice, maybe.

Adora bought a mascara and powder, and the peach lipstick.

Catra slipped the red lipstick into the bag with her new clothes while Adora was paying.

Later that night, Catra had the radio on loud because she was alone in the apartment, and she pulled the red lipstick out and put it on. It was too much for school, really. Especially when her clothes were so plain. Even if she got asked to a proper date or to a school dance she’d be screwed, she didn’t own any dresses nice enough. She still didn’t have any stockings, either; just tights or knee socks. 

Not that she wanted to go on any dates anyway. High school boys were stupid. 

[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Fem Medic Reader) Part 9

Words: 1.3K Warnings: None although a bit of friendly fluff if you squint

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" questioned Fives, upon (Y/N) stepping aboard the Resolute. Although he'd be the first to admit he'd missed not seeing her wandering the durasteel halls of the Jedi Cruiser, he still worried for her wellbeing. Despite her best efforts, many who knew Snap could see the smile she put on, was only for show. The sparkle didn't reach her eyes. Just as it was clear her laughter was just an act to reassure those around her. 

"I'm going crazy being confined to the Military Base. Plus I can't stand being around Octavius any longer" admitted (Y/N), admitting she was finding it difficult to stay at the Military Base. Although she loved getting the chance to catch up with the boys and spend a little more time with her family. Octavius had dampened the joy of it, always hanging around the corner, always trying to convince her to give him another chance now he and Isolde were ending their short-lived and tumultuous marriage. Just as he never seemed to understand, she wasn't interested, instead, her focus had been on the troopers who truly needed her attention, and fixing what she could of her shattered heart. Living with the what-ifs left in the wake of Echo's death months beforehand. 

"It's good having you back Snap. Maybe you can help wrangle the boys" commented Kix, as he walked by with a trolley of medical supplies, offering a playful sault as he did so. His relief was just as obvious, no stand-in for (Y/N), no incompetent civvi medic who collapsed under the pressures or rubbed his brothers and General Skywalker the wrong way. Instead, they had their beloved Snap back. Their civvi medic each would do anything for, the one they had adopted as part of their family. 

"How have you been with everything?" asked (Y/N), turning her attention back to Fives, the moment Kix had disappeared around the corner. She knew out of all the troopers of the 501st, Fives and Rex had been affected by Echo's death the most. Both had refused to talk about what they witnessed that day. Although both had reluctantly accepted what happened. Rex had focused on keeping as many of his brothers of the 501st alive, ensuring all knew there was always someone for them to talk to, all knew their lives meant something to him. Whereas Fives had turned his attention to helping the shinnies recruited, giving them advice and acting as a big brother. 

"The war is a good distraction. The more I focus on that and the shinnies, the less I have the face the pain and brokenness" admitted Fives, knowing if anyone understood his constant pain, it would be the medic to his side. Both had lost Echo and had been broken by his sudden death. Both of them hid their true feelings and tried their best to act normal, at least until they were alone. Their pillows were the thing to catch their tears and hold the secret of just how broken they were. 

It wasn't long before both felt the rubble of the engines starting up, at which both parted ways. Fives returned to the barracks if only to inform his brothers, their favorite civvi medic was once again onboard and ready to kick them into touch if needed. (Y/N) on the other hand headed to the bridge, in order to inform General Skywalker and Rex of her return. Although she strongly suspected Anakin had already sensed her presence aboard his flagship and informed those around him she had finally rejoined them. Upon completing her task and staying long enough to see the bright colors of hyperspace taker over, Snap took her leave and went to the medbay. Ready to help Kix stock up and prepare the medical kits for field duty, even when she was certain she would remain aboard the cruiser for a few more rotations before being allowed back on the field completely. 

"Welcome back Snap" spoke Jesse, slinging an arm over her shoulders, as if she was one of the boys. He had plenty of stories to tell and was just as excited to hear of her adventures while being confined to the military base. Just as he wondered if Octavius was aware he was a subject of conversation among the troopers to visit 79's. His skills as a code breaker were one thing, but his seemingly ending advances and excuses to be near Snap were another. "I hear your soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law being sent out on the field, supposed to be General Billaba's battalion" casually added the friendly trooper, seemingly pleased by the idea of the judgemental cryptographer being on the front lines. 

"I heard he had been assigned to General Jaro Tapal and his young padawan" responded (Y/N), finding herself with curiosity. Were the whispers of Octavius being assigned to one of the Jedi Generals true and people just got confused about who he'd be assigned to, or were they just rumors started by someone who had mistakenly misheard something? "Either way I'm sure he'll find something else to focus his attention on now" voiced Snap, relief ringing through her soft voice. Even more so when she knew she'd be away from Coruscant for a few months. Despite knowing only horrific battlefields waited for her, it was still far more welcome than having to deal with the man she'd once been so devoted to. Tending to the wounded troopers who needed her, was still preferred over dealing with her soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law. Although she had a feeling Octavius and Isolde would patch things up soon or later. Isolde wasn't the type to let something she wanted go easily, and she wasn't known to move on without a good fight to retain something. 

"Good, us boys were being to lose our patients" laughed Jesse, revealing he was unaware of Wolffe and Gregor's recent actions, or Cody ignoring what happened in favor of protecting his fellow brothers. Snap soon chuckled, being sure the incident would soon be common knowledge among clone intelligence. After all, both the battle-worn Commander and the flirtatious commando captain had spent a few hours in the cells following the confrontation, although both had been released into the custody of General Plo Koon. Gregor had been sent to General Kenobi following his release, whereas Wolffe had returned to his normal duties while not serving on the frontlines of the seemingly endless war. 

"My favorite gruffly commander and lovable commando already beat you, boys, to it" laughed Snap, chuckling upon seeing the intrigue paint itself upon Jesse's features. Even Ahsoka let out a little laugh, clearly she too had been aware of or at least heard the rumors of the confrontation. General Plo likely mentioned it at some point. "They confronted him in the halls of the base before your return to Coruscant. I have no idea what they did, but both spent a few hours in the cells" explained (Y/N), breaking the news to Jesse, who seemed pleased someone had done something, although it was clear he too questioned what the pair had done. 

"Welcome back Snap, hopefully, the boys will settle now you're back with us" kindly spoke Ahsoka, hugging (Y/N) as if she was a sister, rather than a trusted friend and medic. The Jedi Padawan had visited (Y/N) many times during her time confined to the military base, always checking up on her, if only to offer her someone to talk to in her time of need. The friendship they shared slowly turned into something resembling sisterhood. Ahsoka had told her stories of growing up in the temple, and (Y/N) had told the Commander about her childhood and family, even introducing her to Devika. Snap had been there when the Jedi Padawan needed someone outside the Jedi to talk to, just as Ahsoka had been there for (Y/N) when she was in need of someone. 

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