#and I’m still occasionally jumping to coloring scenes

[voidoffline]

I love colors

(For those that don’t know this is an animation frame of a thing I’m working on, inspired by a post @phpolly made)

[zyonsay]

Parisienne im Mund SKI AGGU

Summary: Shooting the Balla Balla MV!

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Balla Balla' by Ski Aggu

AN: Heya everyone! Finally some Ski Aggu content! I feel like there's such a lack of fics about him, which probably is since he's a german artist who doesnt cater to anyone besides german speakers- At least thats how i imagine it?? Anyways! This was really hard to write cuz in my mind lil bro does NOT speak english, which makes it sooo difficult for me to make him speak english. Idk, maybe im just yapping. Alsooo!! I mostly write male readers but i thought since theres barely any ski aggu fics i‘d give a lil treat to fem aligned people too :)

 Die, die ich date, hat uns Karten für die Oper gekauft Doch ich kann heut nicht, weil ich mich mit meinen Govas besauf' Jemand legt mir eine Peitsche, doch die macht mir nichts aus, Weil ich hab' viele tolle Ranzen wie Scout

A row of dressed up people stood around, waiting for their cue. You were currently doing a favor for your friend from Hamburg, Luca. Recently he made more time for his main passion, filming music videos and social media content. Long story short, his buddy needed a bunch of people for a music video and since you owe him a favor, you gladly came along.

Ja, ich bin ein heißer Atze, ich tanz' bauchfrei im Club Hol' meinen Perso raus, doch nicht, weil ich mich ausweisen muss

The camera panned around the entrance of the club and music filled the room. Just beforehand you were personally introduced to the man in whose music video you’d appear.

“Hey, das ist Y/N. Basically meine rechte Hand.” Luca placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly into him while smiling widely. “Oh hey, danke fürs kommen!”, you blinked for a second, your german was sadly quite rusty. “Oh umm, sorry but my german is absolute shit.”, you pursed your lips shyly. The young guy in front of you smiled. “No problem! I’m Aggu by the way.” He held his hand out to dap you up. You interlinked your own hand with his. “Nice to meet you, love your music.” A genuine smile spread across your lips, which he immediately mirrored. He was known to wear a ski mask, but right now you were glad to be able to look into his blueish grey eyes. Something was drawing you to him, maybe his sharp features, his messy blond hair or the crooked but sweet smile. “Thanks! I’ve heard so much about you from Luca.” You tilted your head, nudging your friend who was still next to you. “Only good things, right?”

The smoke machines were going ham and the air inside the rented club was getting way too hot. Someone had brought along a bubble gun, so colorful glycerin blobs now bobbed through the air and occasionally landed on a person’s head. “Ok, nächster Take in 3, 2, 1!” Luca began filming and just how the instructions earlier had said, everybody started jumping around and dancing, mimicking the nightlife at a club. Music boomed trough a speaker, helping Aggu keep the pace and time his gestures correctly. The lights flashed, you purposely spilled your drink while dancing, the messier it looked, the better. It all began to feel more and more like a fever dream. Aggu had lit a cigarette and was wildly gesturing at the camera while singing to the lyrics, the melody of which flowed through the crowd.

Ich rapp' darüber, was in meinem Leben passiert, Treff' 'ne Granate im Backi, die meine Nägel lackiert, woah, mh Sie sagt mir: „Komm, wir gehen von hier“ Weil der Backstage Arsch ist wie ich später bei ihr.

Next up was a scene at the backstage, Luca had insisted stubbornly that you should play in that scene. Two seats were smushed into a corner and a few things were thrown around to make it look messy. You propped yourself in one of those seats, facing Aggu. He was rapping about something something nail polish, but all you knew is that you had to whisper in his ear for a take. Carefully, you leant closer to him, your back was turned against the camera. His scent was intoxicating, a light hint of smoke lingered on him. Feeling a bit cheeky, you laid your hand on the front of his shoulder, practically resting yourself against him. A slight flush spread across your cheeks at the proximity, you were thankful that the camera wasn’t filming your face.

Aggu leant over the bar and let out an exhausted huff. “Fertig!”, Luca grinned from one ear to another. The takes you had now were pretty damn good and even though it was fun, everybody was happy to finish the video shooting. “You ok?” You spun around on one of the barstools. “Hm?”, he hummed while tiredly lifting his head from where he was resting it, buried in his arms. “Yeah, just tired. But I’m happy with how it turned out.” You nodded lightly, stopping your endless spinning. “C’mon, I’ll sponsor you a Cig.” Even under the ski goggles you could see his eyes light up.

You placed a cigarette between your lips and then held out your pack of Parisiennes to him. The two of you were sat on the step of some stairs at the back entrance of the club, your legs touching. “You got fire?”, a slightly embarrassed look flashed over your face. Somehow you always forgot to bring your lighter – or you lose it by the time you need it. “Mhm.” Aggu hummed. He had taken the ski goggles off and once again you found yourself glancing at his eyes. He expected you to take the lighter into your own hands, but you just held your cigarette in place and leaned in towards him. A few strands of hair loosened and fell into your face. He couldn’t help his breath hitching at the closeness, he could smell your cologne. It smelled like green tea mixed with a minty undertone, or to put it differently, a breath of fresh air. It took Aggu a second to register your movement, but he then reached his lighter forward, holding the flame to the cigarette between your lips. The orange light illuminated your face and made it glow; he was mesmerized. Your eyes fluttered open and you caught him looking at you, a slight smile spread across your lips.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Parisienne im Mund, ich bin ein toller Macker

With a sweet, slightly stupid grin he lit his own cigarette. A light chuckle escaped you, he seemed to fancy you as much as you fancied him. He took a long drag of his cigarette before leaning against your shoulder, the nicotine rush fuzzing up his mind.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Ihr Swag 2010, sie trägt einen Rock mit Brakka

[ihateapbiology]

Idiots in Love- pt 1 of friends to lovers story

Julien had come to the realization a couple weeks ago when she was staring at you while Phoebe was talking and couldn’t look away. Her friend had had to then spell it out to her, she’s in love with you. This then resulted in a near panic attack for the poor girl; how could she ever cope with this. Phoebe had suggested talking to you about it which Julien stressed even more about because “obviously” that would ruin the friendship. So she decided to stuff all those feelings way way way down.

You were completely oblivious to this.

You, Phoebe, Lucy and her were all chilling in your apartment watching a movie.

“Holy crap that hot actress looks exactly like you.” You mention to Julien when a tattooed brunette came on screen. It was meant as an offhanded compliment but if you could’ve seen her face…. She felt her heart literally jump into her throat.

“O-oh no I well sorta just the hair color.”

Phoebe and Lucy both stifle laughs watching the scene unfold in front of them.

You felt your eyes glued onto the actress the entire movie, completely blanking on the plot occasionally, but it wasn’t the actor that was enticing you it was the person you wished you could shamelessly stare at who was occupying your mind. Why did you want to just stare at your friend?

There was no intention behind it…so like why would you even feel awkward about looking at Julien. You could turn around and look right now.. 3..2..1 you turned just to prove to yourself.

She was already looking at you.

You blushed and turned away. Why tf were you blushing?!

After a bit you start to feel a bit chilly in your tank top. Clearly your skin was sporting goose bumps because you felt two gentle calloused hands pull you backwards.

She moved her warm hands onto your bicep instantly warming you physically and making you feel safe.

Soon you felt yourself drifting off on her chest.

In your lucid state three things happened… the first was you felt a pair of lips on the top of your head. You heard Lucy and Phoebe chuckle and then say “JB you gotta tell her” and then you heard Julien respond “Well I can’t just go “hey wake up I’m in love with you.”” And then you realized you loved Julien Baker.

You fell deeper into sleep, your mind and heart confused but happy at the same time. Did you imagine what you heard? Maybe. But still the realization of love was clear, you knew how you felt and for who you felt it for. You decided that the next day when you were more “in it” you’d confront her.

[sheikah-simp]

Okay fuck it today I’m finally gonna talk about how cheap Zelda’s draconification was and how it robbed so much from not only the player but also undercut the entire premise of botw.

Long post below because boy do I have some THOUGHTS.

First, I do wanna say that I don’t completely hate totk. It absolutely hurt me at first and I despised it because it was a betrayal of botw in so many ways, but it does do some things well, and it’s grown on me. Despite the story being shit, the execution of it is done very well. Genuinely I cried multiple times through the game because they just made certain things so beautiful. Even during the draconification scene when I was pissed off beyond belief. And the ending fight is admittedly really cool. Some of the bosses are a bit too easy despite being really fucking cinematic (colgera) and I like how versatile the devices are. Link’s abilities also mesh with the game really, really well. As a “game,” I think totk supersedes botw. However, as a narrative, botw is far superior.

Alright. Let’s just rip the bandaid off. I absolutely despise Zelda’s transformation into the Light Dragon. It completely destroys her entire arc in botw and completely destroys botw itself. Not only have we CLEARLY split the timeline again (ugh) it just seemed so out of character and they helplessly damselfied a Zelda we had just watched grow so so strong. (Maybe how well Age of Calamity handled Zelda’s arc has also colored my perception of this but I digress).

In botw, we watch Zelda grapple with failure, duty, and selflessness. She is constantly faced with her feelings of failure and the looming threat of the Calamity and undue pressure from her father, trying to convince her to give up the one thing in her life that actually brings her joy (researching ancient sheikah tech). This pressure occasionally leads her to acting really bratty, especially towards Link. She is selfish not in a way that is arrogant, but rather is self-conscious because she is so consumed with her own thoughts of failure she can’t often see what other people are giving up or going through - it’s a very natural human reaction many people with low self esteem have. It is still, however, a self-centered outlook. She can’t get out of her own head and stop blaming herself for her problems.

But then!! Just when all hope is lost and the Champions are caught in the Divine Beasts, she and Link are cornered, she steps up and does one big selfless thing. She jumps in front of Link to protect him from the blast of a guardian, and this awakens her powers. This is significant to her story for a couple reasons:

#1) Zelda does something selfless for Link. Even in this situation that seems hopeless, and how in a scene before she’s shown blaming herself, she finally decides to take action in spite of the circumstances. She defies hopelessness even when all hope seems lost. She’s demonstrated not only does she deeply care for Link, but she isn’t going to let a hopeless situation stop her.

#2) This is the bigger one for me. Zelda deactivates a guardian. In that cutscene, her blast is shown to be so powerful that it actually deactivates most all the guardians at Fort Hateno, and maybe across all of Hyrule. All those decayed guardians you’ve been seeing throughout the game? Yeah. Half of them or more could be directly because of Zelda. Her connection to ancient Sheikah tech is ultimately what helps her save the kingdom. No, in that moment she didn’t sit there thinking “Aha! I know how these operate and therefore—“ but it really isn’t lost on me thematically here that Zelda’s major interaction with a major piece of Sheikah tech is what saves everyone. Her own talents are her strength. (This is even more pronounced in Age of Calamity but again. I digress).

So then Zelda buys them enough time to take Link to the Shrine of Resurrection. She drops the Master Sword off with the Deku Tree and then you know what she does? With her newfound power, she goes and fights Calamity Ganon in a cage match, herself, for 100 years. She is locked in that fucking egg with him holding him back one on one, and she is still able to communicate with Link while doing so. That is objectively badass. After overcoming hopelessness and failure she is so strong she can hold back a literal force of nature, herself, for a century. And it’s another selfless act. She’s been in there one hundred years keeping Hyrule safe until the Master Sword is restored and Link is better enough to finish the job.

And then when everything is done? The final shot in the completed ending of the game is Zelda setting out on her next adventure. She’s still talking about the Sheikah tech (Vah Rutah) and what to do about it. Her power is fading, but she’s ecstatic. And the final thing we see of her is her smiling and laughing (the first time she’s really done so!!) and then the camera pans out to this entire field of Silent Princess flowers - the flower that cannot thrive in a domesticated environment. A flower that can only thrive out free in the open - in the wild - and is such a clear metaphor for Zelda I feel like I don’t really have to get into it at this point. Zelda is free of all the chains that once held her back and now she is free to explore her actual interests and talents, out in the field, out in the wild. And it’s fucking beautiful I still cry thinking about the last shot of those flowers. It’s some of the most powerful imagery I’ve ever seen in media, let alone in a video game. It’s on the fucking cover art with the Master Sword. It’s about rising from the harsh, uninhabitable ground and thriving. You show me a silent princess flower and to this day I will weep.

So now this brings us to how totk betrays this (and uses the silent princess flower to slap me in the face I guess idfk).

Look. I get that they cannot keep Zelda in god mode. I get that her letting go of her power is actually an important part of her arc. But you’re telling me she has nothing? This awakened Zelda we already know who’s saved Hyrule doesn’t have any remnants of her light power? I guess they needed it all for Mary Sue- I mean Rauru jfc. And I get the time power thing is a callback to previous games but in the context of this incarnation of Zelda it seems really out of place. I’m glad she got a mother figure for a little bit though. Even if she was then murdered directly in front of her face.

So now we have this Zelda, who we KNOW is kind of a genius at all things ancient tech. And who we KNOW has already saved the world once. (Putting aside how this game can’t decide if it’s a sequel or not). And. Oh my god! She was sent to the past! She was sent to the past to interact with a highly technological race! This should be like a dream for her! She should clearly be able to demonstrate how knowledgeable and competent she is in these situations, right? Right? RIGHT!?!

No! She isn’t!! She is flopping around completely useless back there!!! Rauru and Sonia are shown doing everything while she just watches and kind of picks up her time power eventually. We get little tidbits more of her interactions in the Ring Ruins, but none of this is shown in game. The Zelda we get on screen is helpless, has no idea what she’s doing there, no idea how to get back, and sits having conversations with her mommy about how much she loves this boy back home. And maybe she needs that ok. She didn’t have a mom. But still. Come on. We see NONE of her old talents and capabilities showcased in an era where she was perfectly poised to do so. SHE IS OUT THERE FREE IN THE WILD. She regressed in personality and has less interesting traits than when she was being a selfish brat to Link. Come on. Look how they butchered my girl. She is a damsel. It’s really sad.

And so then!! Then!! They have the balls to sprinkle in this dragon stuff and SUDDENLY make it the big overarching thing of the game. I think the dragons are very cool and an awesome idea for a game, but I don’t think they’re integrated very well into botw, let alone totk, to justify what a suddenly massive role draconification plays late in the story. I wish they were. Because it’s a really good idea. But it is NOT well executed here and serves to undercut her arc and her personality further. The immortal dragon thing is like a side throwaway line in ONE CUTSCENE from Mineru. No one dwells on it. It is not presented in a way where it seems like it’s gonna become A Thing. But it’s made clear to us that OOOO IF U BECOME A DRAGON U BASICALLY DIE. U ARE NOT URSELF ANYMORE U DESTROY YOUR SPIRIT AND SOUL AND PERSONALITY AND DIE. Like oh god ok I get it. Swallowing ur secret stone is suicide by dragon. I get it. Okay.

And so then, instead of being competent in this situation and environment like she should be, we have a useless helpless Zelda floundering around in a hopeless situation where once again all of her friends die. This Zelda who has already overcome this hopelessness and all of her friends dying once and rose above it with god level power. And they are on the brink of failure and all her friends die and what does she do?

(bottoms up, and the devil laughs).

AND SO WE KILL OURSELVES???? KILL OURSELVES!!!???!!

On one hand I really don’t blame her. The devs gave her absolutely no power or agency in this situation and so this is the only option she has. Because she has no power, this is the only way she can get the Master Sword to Link. It’s forced and cheap, but also makes sense on her end given what she’s working with. But I cannot emphasize enough how much she does not know if this will even work or not and how from her POV and everything we have been given to know about this process in game, she is just killing herself over this sword. And that is not MY Zelda.

Not only is she killing herself over Link and the Master Sword, but it makes you feeling invested in the scale of her sacrifice in botw seem cheap and stupid in retrospect. Like, Oh?? You thought it was bad Zelda was locked in a fight with Ganon for 100 years?? WELL TRY ONE MILLION BAJILLION SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME AS A DRAGON WITH A SWORD STICKING OUT OF HER HEAD!!!!! Like god ok I get it!!! Sorry for caring!!!! Sorry for thinking her sacrifice in botw was really badass and cool and meant something!! you’re right this sacrifice is waaayy bigger and waaayy worse and scarier god im sorry!!!!!

Like. I'm kind of glad she doesn't remember any of it then. But then why the hell did you need to make this seem like a bigger scarier deal that took a shit on all of her choices in botw? 100 years with Ganon seems pointless and like nothing in comparison to that, and as a sequel, that's bad.

But like I'm sorry. I just can't get over Zelda killing herself in this environment she's supposed to be thriving in. She has NO options?? she can do NO research with Mineru? She can make NO PLANS to get herself OUT of draconification (we're returning to this is a second, don't worry) or find a different way to get the sword better?? My god. What have they done to you girl.

And then. Then these fuckers have the absolute GALL to slap down a ton of silent princess flowers at the end of that final scene. You fuckers didn't even make that a recurring symbol in this game. How dare you put the silent princess flower, the symbol of breath of the wild, the symbol of a girl who rises up out of hopelessness against all odds, who thrives her best out in the wild, tacked on to the end of a cutscene where she does exactly the opposite of all of that. Seriously after watching that entire sequence it felt like they spat in my face. I was pissed.

So then you do the rest of the game that's a wild goose chase except you know the goddamn answer the whole time. You know where Zelda is. She's up there in the sky. You don't need to find her. She's right there. And the ending fight sequence is cool, but as we've established, Zelda was not conscious during that, so really she had no part in the badassness at all. She didn't even actively choose to fly in and face Ganon. The dragon did that.

And THEN!! AND THEN!!!!!!! Rather than create some interesting postgame content (which could have involved the ring ruins!! which could have involved Purah or the forgotten temple!!! you know that room you have to walk through where you very clearly have to walk around this object that looks like a fucking lotus?? yeah?? that one?? that LOTUS that does FUCKING NOTHING????) we just get not even a deus-ex-machina, we get Rauru-ex-machina, yet again, stepping in and fixing Link's arm and turning Zelda back just because he can do that now or something. Because suddenly they can defy all established laws of the game and it means nothing. That big sacrifice we cheapened botw to make also meant nothing because Rauru can just. Reverse it lmao. There is no reason they should just be able to do that now. And if there is, why does the player not get ANY part of this? (Such as in Age of Calamity, where after the main storyline you can go back and put together Terrako and unlock the true ending. Age of Calamity was a better companion story for BOTW than TOTK ever was, in this essay I will--)

Anyways. Those are my thoughts. I was really excited for the Ring Ruins to have some sort of meaning in terms of turning Zelda back (especially because you know. they're a big ring. a circle. like the logo of the game. like. an ourobouros. like. yknow what nvm.) and the whole, Impa being a part of that. and the rest of the Sheikah. But instead I just got Mary Sue Rauru fixing everything and taking his arm back (because I guess he could have just fixed Link's arm regularly the entire time) and the Sheikah, descendants of the OTHER highly technological race, floundering around completely useless at the foot of these mysterious rocks that do nothing but get you an armor set that gets you to a skippable dungeon. Totk. Stamping all over my cool ideas and hopes and dreams once again.

I could go on about this. But I can't. I just can't go on anymore. They've broken me enough already.

[lu-dao-writes]

Synopsis Xiao’s first night in Eridia is a wild one, and he’s not proud of making many mistakes.

Warning(s) Blood, gore, death, violence, broken bones, an attempt at writing a fight scene, probably some grammar errors.

With smooth motions like tranquil water, Xiào slices the head of one of the rabid soulless that ambushed the caravan that he was a part of, dying screams surrounding him. The soulless’s blood spurts out like a broken pipe, staining his dark blue robes and stinking up the air. The head gurgles before breathing out its last breath, its eyes dimming and glossing over. 

Xiào kisses his teeth and flicks off the blood from his sword, Bǎoqiān, turning away from from the corpse, making his way over to the broken wagon, keeping his eyes and ears focused in case another surprise attack came. He’s lucky that his belongings were still salvageable, only needing to flick away bits of muck from the bag, his lips curling downward with dismay. 

Just as he places the strap over his shoulder he pauses, the thin hairs on his body raising as he feels as though something is watching him. Xiào slowly raises his gaze and in the distance amongst the shroud of fog, he sees blood red eyes. There’s seemingly no malicious intent, but it’s eerie, nonetheless.

He stares back, his eyes narrowing and his dual-colored brows scrunching. When a hand suddenly touches him, he swiftly captures the person’s wrist, twisting it. There’s a pained yelp and begging following suit. 

“Wait! Wait! It’s just me! P-Please Mr. Bái!”

Xiào swiftly releases them, letting out a breath before giving them a slightly scolding look. “You should speak next time,” he advises curtly. 

The fellow traveler that’s taken to him since he joined, smiles apologetically, rubbing their neck. “S-Sorry, Mr. Bái! I thought you heard me.”

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I know it’s you,” Xiào replies. ‘Nor can I smell you with all this muck and blood in the air.’ 

Xiào turns back to see if that person with red eyes was still there, but there’s no one. Suspicion treads on his nerves before he decides to now dwell on it for now. “Hmph.”

“Are you hurt anywhere?” asks the traveler, their face soft with concern along with their big doe eyes. 

“I’m fine,” Xiào replies, sweeping a glance at them. 

“I’m fine too!” they assure once catching his stare.

With that out of the way, Xiào turns to face the city, his dual-colored gaze eyeing the tower that kissed the clouds. He begins moving once more, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His companion is not far behind, brown, doe eyes flicking around and jumping occasionally at any sound. 

The duo treks out of the outskirts of Eridia, boots caked in mud, and suddenly Xiào pauses, his eyes widening just an inch as a scent hits his nose. 

The scent… There’s something ancient about it, and it’s almost familiar, but the smell of shit, piss, gore, and more is much stronger. He shudders.

Suddenly he stumbles, his traveling companion crying out with fight, a soulless suddenly on top of them. 

Xiào swiftly deploys his jade dagger at the soulless, gouging one of its many eyes at its neck. The creature shrieks, turning its attention on him momentarily as a sudden thud comes from behind him. His dagger returns to his neck, taking its former form as a jade pendant. He unsheathes Bǎoqiān and spins, but the soulless was quicker, its massive claws catching him. 

He doesn’t scream, but instead a grunt and gritted out hiss leaves his lips as his back slams into a wall, but with flick of his wrist, he manages to slice off the monster’s hand in retaliation, earning a shrill scream from the beast. 

Xiào calls to his companion, glancing in his direction. His companion was using a broken pipe to protect themself, backing off in a different direction and leading the first soulless away. They’re bleeding but it doesn’t seem fatal. 

Xiào then returns his gaze on his own soulless, narrowly missing its claws again as it strikes down at him, scratching up the wall instead as he moves out of the way. 

This one wasn’t lithe like the ones previously. This one was bulkier, or at least it had more things protruding from its body to make it more dangerous. 

Although it’s bigger, its eyes are still vulnerable. 

He goes for the eye that was in the middle of its chest, the soulless knocking the blade away from the target. It becomes this constant back and forth, the soulless quickly picking up his plan. 

Xiào suddenly grabs ahold of his jade pendant again, it transforming into a dagger once more, and using his spiritual energy, he guides the dagger to zip through the air behind the soulless while he charges forward. The dagger buries itself into one of its eyes, and although it screams, the distraction wasn’t enough, the monster was firmly locked onto him. His sword imbeds itself into its hand and its other one smacks him aside as if he was a pesky fly. Xiào’s body slams into a bunch of crates and he lets out a choked cry as he feels his shoulder pop out of place, his head throbbing. 

The soulless slowly stalks over to him, a warbled noise of amusement coming out of it, taking great pleasure at bringing down its prey, and it seems like now it was ready to just tear him into ribbons, tossing the sword aside. 

Xiào knows he’s critically injured and the best thing to do was to retreat. He morphs into his fox form, which was beyond a pain to do, and runs to the best of his ability with a bad shoulder and possible concussion.

The soulless gives chase, and Xiào pushes on, soon entering a well-lit area of Eridia, perfume, food, and loud voices and music permeating the air, but soon there’s screaming that cuts through the blissful nightlife as the soulless comes to view. 

Xiào manages to skirt past the frantic crowd, getting by with getting stepped on a few times, and darts into an alleyway, hiding amongst wooden boards and trash and securing himself into a box. Slowly, adrenaline dies down and he’s left in pain all over his body, the screams and voice of others outside the alley becoming muffled. 

All he somewhat manages to make out before he’s out is the dying screams, something about hounds, and the soulless’s own agony.  

A/N Bǎoqiān (添干) = "thousand strikes"

So, I’m a little obsessed with wuxia/danmei stuff so I wanted to try and incorporate it here. I have like… 3 official ocs, and 2 in the making for the TGCF fandom. But if I got anything wrong, please do let me know, because I am just an American and going off of media to the best of my ability. But yippee! First chapter done (and finally posted here)! We don’t get to meet anyone yet, but we will in the next chapter 😜.

[automaticsoulharmony]

To Mourn a Loss That Isn’t Yours

Two of the most significant losses in Tim’s childhood, happenned not to him, but his heroes. When those heroes become his family, it gets harder to feel he has any right to mourn.

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It was late when Dick and Tim finally stopped training. Training with Nightwing was never simple, more of an adventure. They started out by train jumping. This had become a semi-common exercise ever since he had taught Tim how. Then it was the crevices of Gotham. Batman was good at disappearing into the shadows, but sometimes a robin, in their bright colors, needs to take a different approach. So occasionally Dick will do an exercise with Tim about where some nooks and crannies are, and how to hide in them.

“Hey, I have a surprise!” Dick said excitedly. Tim almost jumped, which would’ve been bad since they were sitting on the edge of the tallest building in Gotham. Dick smiled bright at him, beaming at Tim like he was the one looking upon his childhood hero.

Tim often wished that Nightwing would come down from Bludhaven more. It always gave Gotham this sort of light for Tim. Maybe it was because Dick was the first Robin, or maybe it was the suffocating hugs, or the easy talks, or just having fun together.

He knows why the man doesn’t though, It’s obvious. It’s what causes every problem in the house. The name no one would ever say, even mutter. The reason Bruce wouldn’t let him stay in the house, and why Nightwing avoided looking at him sometimes. It was all because of Jason.

It had been a year since Jason got a letter from his real mother. A year since he slashed all the tires in the batcave. A year since he stole the Bat-jet. A year since he went to Ethiopia.

On the last day of this month it would be a year since the publication of his death. A year since Tim cried in his room, no one else in the house, a newspaper clutched to his chest. A year since he had no one who understood why he cared so much about someone he had never even talked to. Of course, no one knew that.

It wasn’t his loss to mourn.

Dick swept Tim into the air, breaking him out of his thoughts. He gripped Dicks arm as he flew through the air. They dropped to the ground in front of something that Tim had seen a million times on patrol. He had seen it more often before he was Robin, when he was birdwatching from the rooftops. Batman often brought Tim’s predecessors here after patrol. He stared at it in wonder, it’s neon lights shining on his face, practically blinding him.

“I’m sure B has taken you here a ton but,” Tim, still staring at the building, not focusing on his motions, shook his head. “Really? B used to take me and.. Um, Jason all the time.”

“I mean,” Tim had to backtrack, quickly. “I mean, he always takes me to Benny’s.” Dick nodded.

“Well then, this can be our place.”

At the end of the month, Tim sat in his empty manor, and stared at a faded newspaper and mourned a loss he was not supposed to.

-

They were falling, the bright colors were falling through the blinding light. There was echoes of cries around him, salt water flooded into his mouth and he was almost choking on it.

Dick Grayson fell off the platform his parents were just standing on. Tim barely picked up on the quadruple somersault on the way down, then he hit the ground. It Wasn't Dick anymore. He gleamed in the bright Robin colors as Bruce put a hand on his shoulder.

Then the scene shifts. Tim could feel the pavement beneath him and knew he was in his city. He looked up to see a boy running, breathing heavily. His shoes hit the pavement hard, trying not to stumble. The hood was up, but you could see a small red curl popping out.

Then he was swept up into someone’s arms. Batman stood there hugging the child, but it wasn’t the small boy, it was Robin, Tim’s Robin, Jason.

Suddenly Tim was on a roof, he was running, faster and faster, he could feel the camera bouncing on his chest as he landed on the next roof. Then he slipped.

He was falling to the ground, it was getting closer and closer. He waited, he waited for Bruce, he waited for his own Robin colors to appear. But they never did, he kept falling, darkness surrounded him on all sides. It felt like he was falling forever. Then he wasn’t.

He was back in a seat with the smell of peanuts all around him. He could hear the music and the loud ring master. Before everything dimmed, and he was staring up at a woman and a man on opposite platforms. They swung towards each other, and Tim’s gut filled with dread. He wanted to tell them to stop. He wanted to warn everyone around but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

Then the cacophony of gasps and screams started. Though the one heard above everything else, was a little boy's scream. And the salt water fell into Tim’s throat, and he couldn’t breath, the whole world blurred.

Tim sat straight up in his bed. His chest was heaving and he was now choking on nothing, sweat covering his face. He could still taste salt water in his mouth, but that probably had to do with the tear tracks on his face.

He knew what day it was. If he hadn’t looked at the calendar yesterday, if he hadn’t been tracking Dicks mood all week, if he hadn’t caught Bruce trying to call Dick two times to no avail, he would know by the nightmare.

He had one every year, on the same night. It wasn’t the same, and it had never been like this before. But it was always about the same thing, and it always ended in that same way. Two people fell, and a boy screamed. Sometimes all he could hear was the snap of the wires, the bodies hitting the ground, and the torrential scream of a little boy.

Nonetheless, he got up. A hollow feeling filling the whole house. He went over to his bathroom, splashing his face and scrubbing it with a washcloth. He took a deep breath, hands still shaking.

He was okay, he had to be. If not for Bruce, for Dick, and if not for Dick, then himself. It wasn’t his loss to mourn anyway.

Forcing himself up to function at least a little this morning. He walked down to the kitchen and grabbed some yogurt, and a grape soda for later. He wanted to be able to do more, but almost on instinct his body headed back to his room. He would have to function enough tonight, putting on a show of being fine, he didn’t need to waste that energy now.

Instead he pulled a folder out from his desk and sat down on his bed. The folder contained his most precious possessions.

Three pieces of paper sat inside. The first picture was of Jason and Bruce, sitting a top a building, it was the first clear shot Tim had gotten of the two. Jason was nestled in Bruce’s cape due to the cold weather.

He gingerly placed that one to the side and pulled out the next piece of paper. It was a newspaper clipping of the night Robin did a quadruple somersault.

Then as he moved that to the side, he saw what he was really looking for. There was a picture of Tim at four years old, eight years ago from today. He was sitting on Dicks knee, and the two older Graysons stood behind them. He let the picture lay in his lap and let his mind wander for a moment.

He sat thinking and wondering about what they were like. What would’ve happened if the wires never snapped? He pondered questions and thoughts, and mourned a loss he wasn’t supposed to.

-

Everything was gone.

Everyone was dead and gone, for the first time Tim had a million losses he was supposed to mourn. He did, he mourned every single person that died that year. The ones who were dead. So he didn’t mourn Bruce.

Tim was living in a small apartment downtown. He was tired. Tired of being alone, in an empty bedroom, no one to talk to. Again.

He thought everything was okay for a minute there. He thought he would get to have ice cream with Bruce, maybe even celebrate his birthday. But that was all gone too. He was kicked on the curb where he probably should have been a long time ago. He had no family, then he had a job and co-workers, and now he was alone.

He could still see the look on that kid’s face as Robin was taken right out of Tim’s palms. He wasn’t allowed to mourn that loss though, it had helped Damian.

But the worst part about all of it, he knew something. He knew something and nobody believed him. He knew Batman was out there, he knew Bruce was alive. Why didn’t anyone listen? He just wanted to save their father.

The whole room was filled with red string. Pictures from different centuries all over the world were scattered on the floor. Tim had barely eaten in a week and only fell asleep in front of his laptop. He just wanted to find Bruce, then this could all be over. Everything could go back to normal, right?

He had to find him, If not for Gotham, then for his family, and if not for his family.. Maybe for himself.

Tim left Gotham soon after. He made a new costume and disappeared without leaving a note.

And for once in his life, the tables had turned. He refused to mourn a loss he was supposed to.

~

[hellohimawarihana]

My Reviews of Delicious Party Pretty Cure Henshin

The show is ending today I’m gonna write this review about the Pretty Cure henshin again! This time is the food themed Delicious Party Pretty Cure! Wait, did we already had food-themed series in the franchise before? Yes, but it is more than just sweets like KiraKira did.

Series-wise it’s rather mediocre, it has many interesting ideas and retaking some from the older series but the execution aren’t good enough to make it work as a highly appreciated series, especially with some end up being too repetitive. The distribution of the character development is pretty messy too, but thankfully not as harsh as HealinGood as they did focus on the main story and theme (though I had to agree with @mahou-furbies for some being disjointed, but HealinGood didn’t develop it too well either, especially towards the second half). And the ending is similar to TropicaRouge: no timeskip but there’s a special ending for the final episode and a stinger featuring Hirogaru Sky lead Cure. And among all Pretty Cure in the franchise it has the most ridiculous naming arrangement for the Cures, even surpassing Heartcatch in that matter. I already made a post of how weird this is so you might as well check it out.

But what makes the cherry on the top is the transformation. Let’s be clear, at first I had low expectations of the henshin given how underwhelming the previous quartet team has with the animation (almost all Cures in that series, anyway) and oh boy I was stunned by this series’ henshin! I’m gonna explain why it’s better than HealinGood but let’s jump into the Cures first before going on as a whole.

Before we start let’s Stand By first! You know that as I’m Indonesian, rice is the most common food on the dish, I like not only chocolate bread but also flavors like coconut, raisin and with colorful sprinkles on it, I really like noodles but nowadays I only eat it occasionally, and finally I like sweets such as cookies and wafers but often in chocolate while my most favorite fruits are apple, grape, orange, banana, rambutan and durian. Apologize for my random rambles, but this is important as all of the Cures are based on these. Ready? Then Sharing Energy we go!

Cure Precious

First off, do you remember Cure Summer? Yup, Yui alias Precious is animated by the same animator who created the previous lead! As it’s bouncy and amazing, it’s enough to make her one of the best transformation among the pink Cures! Just look at this animation.

Cure Spicy

Now this one’s pretty weird. The most developed among the team but having this name on her alter ego makes me hard to like Kokone. Anyway, this bread-themed Cure has a good animation, but I think it’s fine especially when thinking about how it represents a fluffy bread. As for how her catchphrase is pretty similar structure to another Cure, I’ll let the above link to explain it to you.

Even if her henshin isn’t as impressive as Precious, she’s the best among the ‘transformation complete’ part. I mean, how can they rotate the angle like that?!

Cure YumYum

The first Cure named after Japanese onomatopoeia, and hers is pretty slow and standard, and almost all of the dressing part is in one scene. But it’s still okay, at least it represent noodles and it’s not at HealinGood’s level (thinking back about it, the main trio’s henshin are too simple...) My favorite part is her doing somersault for 'transformation part'.

Though her second pose is cute, she didn’t had to bend her head like that...

Cure Finale

Thankfully not the final Cure on the whole Pretty Cure franchise... Jokes aside, her transformation music is totally different than the other three which is unexpected to me the first time I watch it and her henshin is very amazing as Precious did. But she lags a bit with the cutted frames (you know, like what they did to Fontaine) and the tiara glaze aren’t pretty clear until it ‘pings’ into existence. However, she has some other differences too, like how she talks thrice mid-transformation, and how her hair changes before changing her dress pattern on her glaze. And the beginning definitely shows her confidence and the pre-roll call part has her representation of how she’s finally freed from her villain life that we wish to know why did that happened, but oh well.

Though all Cures with gradual transformation would had a leg part pinging into existence, she is the first to lack these at all. My guess is she's not floating in the air like the other three or the skirt part is happened at the same time as the shoes...

If you did consider Finale as either white, gold, or rainbow Cure, then she had similarities with Cure Twinkle in terms of henshin background. But oddly, her aura is purple despite the purple part is less and lighter shade, but I can assume that gold (her official theme color) is at the same shade as yellow, so they need to make it purple to make her distant to YumYum even though the latter is more orange than yellow. (I think I’m gonna start to recognize Sunny from Smile and YumYum as the former given that there’s Cure Wing in the next series...) And it keeps like that too even when her power-up form lessens her purple and add more white on it...

Also a side note: She shares the same name as the one in Waccha PriMagi in the same year but while this Amane is elegant, PriMagi!Amane is boyish and flamboyant that almost everyone would mistook her for a male character. It’s a good anime that sadly has no sequel as of yet...

Team and Power-Up

Okay, we covered all the Cures, let’s check on how they handle the transformation. For the main trio, this is the first to had split-screen with no extra space like HealinGood did. Also, they’re standing on the platform that resemble their symbols. If you remember the Heart Cure Watch attacks, then you’ll know what their motifs are. For Yui/Precious, there’s triangle like the onigiri (a Japanese rice ball), Kokone/Spicy has circles which is one of the common shapes of a bread (mainly my favorite chocolate bread), Ran/YumYum has lines which is reasonable since that’s what noodles are normally shaped. Amane/Finale, though? She doesn’t had a platform since she uses an item rather than transformation mascot in order to do so.

Wait, transformation mascot?! Yes, this is the third in the Pretty Cure series to had a mascot without becoming items themselves like Communes, but with the lack of collectibles which is usually a norm to the franchise, this is the first series where the mascot IS the transformation item. They simply need to flip and become the food mode they represent, then the Cures do some various actions depending on the mascot. For example, Yui needs to ‘knead’ Kome-Kome in her riceball form in order to process the energy needed to send a power-up food to Yui.

Power-Up Food? Well, that was one of the most appropriate example among TVTropes. To start the transformation, they need to eat the food glaze send by the mascot in order to change their hairstyle. Speaking of which, the other series where hair came first before the outfit were DokiDoki!, Happiness Charge, TropicaRouge, and possibly Hirogaru Sky from what I seen in the commercial videos in Twitter. This is also the fourth series where their hair change was occured through special way (like GoPri putting their tiara, StarTwi drawing their accessories, and TropicaRouge spread the magic through their hair by stylus).

And to make things even better, the mascots help the Cure to dress up! Yes, this is super important! They learned from what happened in HealinGood and improved upon it. Even if characterization-wise HealinGood mascots are better, DeliPa mascots excel on transformation process. Not to mention the Cures had the control over the henshin too.

If you wonder why Amane wasn’t explained much until this point, it’s because she doesn’t had a transformation mascot and instead letting a pendant do it for her, activated by treating it like a tambourine to create a power-up food for her.

As a Pretty Cure there has to be a roll call, but this time they had two lines than one! If you want a recap, this is the third series to had these two lines after DokiDoki! and Go! Princess. DokiDoki! is infamous of having Cure Heart conquer this most of the time (the other four seldom use it, only done at least twice), which Go! Princess manages to avoid depending on which character is focused in that episode. For DeliPa, there’s the usual Cure name, and anything related to gourmet while posing on their symbol (similar to the platform for the main trio, for Finale she poses like a teacup). They did it better than those two as all had the chance to say it, but for this stock footage-heavy series it can get very lengthy and repetitive, and some fans like me might get bored. And they didn’t tone it down to just Cure name at all! I know it’s a kid’s show but still...

While this series is one of the few series to had transformation dress that will become their Cure outfit. Usually the Cures will had at least two of them wearing the same type of outfit with the only differences being the theme color. DeliPa, however, doesn’t. Their transformation dress are completely different than the others! I had render all of them on this post so you might check it if you want.

And with the surprisingly top tier henshin, however, there’s some downsides. There’s a SFX when the Cures interact with their mascot after doing their verbal tic (‘Kome!’ ‘Pamu!’ and ‘Mem!’). But the talking part was muted when together then the SFX too when Amane is added. I like the split-screen henshin but that’s the main negative point that often happened in other Pretty Cure series with split-screen if the SFX was different than others.

Another downside is the group pose after transforming and roll call. Seriously, the team pose is among the worst in the whole franchise. They make a different preparation poses before they went into bossy poses with least movement possible. At least they had their mouth closed after 4 years of full team with open mouth that I barely like (but I’m fine with TropicaRouge as one of its main theme was motivation so it makes sense).

For Party Up Style power-up, the pose after transforming is better than normal one but it still falls under ‘a power boost with almost no out-of-stock-footage’ category, but there’s one scene above from the final episode for this power-up so it’s not a total loss for that. And it happens really fast that you might miss it if you don’t pay attention. Oh, and it’s activated through Kome-Kome’s mature form. (Now that I think about it, why ExcellenTropical Style and this series’ Party Up Style are all in the same pose in their own profile?)

For the movie part that I did watch, there’s Children’s Lunch power-up transformation that is good and more detailed than Party Up Style, and they do it for more than just power boost for final attack, they can fight too even it happens briefly.

Well, we’re almost wrapped up with the review, and here’s my overall rankings of DeliPa henshin, with the best at number 1:

Precious

Finale

Spicy

YumYum

That warps up my summary and review about DeliPa. Let’s get hyped for Hirogaru Sky and see you in my next post!

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Jasper Hale (1/10)

Word count ; 3.9k

*Dedicated to @plumes-de-nuit. This'll definitely be the longest series yet. I... didn't realize I loved him so much.

*Also : R & Jacob & other love interests are 18. Jasper… y’all already know he ain’t a teenager.

*Edited:3

I stared out of the car window, watching as the trees passed by. Bella was beside me, and we were currently riding in dad’s police car. He’d picked us up from the airport, as we were moving here for our last few years - or, for me, a year - of high school. While Bella pitched the idea, I jumped in on it. I was eager to see the world, even if it was just Forks, after all these years. I had grown bored of Phoenix. Not just the weather, but the boys. There were no cute boys that I hadn’t already gotten or attempted to get with. 

I also really wanted - no, needed to catch a break from mom’s strict rules. She thought I was a troublemaker just because I went out a lot and occasionally got detention.

Oh, and I’d literally follow my dearest sister to the ends of the earth. But I’d never tell her that.

It was already raining. I knew that Bella hated the rain, but I loved the new scenery. 

Charlie pulled into the front lawn of a pretty standard house. It was white and green and is a two-story. I knew that it probably had a basement, though. In Phoenix, we had a flat one-story home surrounded by cactuses. I hated the weather, but I’d developed a darker tan for my s/c.

I stepped out of the back and raised my hands up the air. “Woohoo! Glad to be home.”

Charlie sent me a smile, appreciating the enthusiasm. Other people would see this scene as awkward, but that’s just how the family was. Bella was like dad, demure and introverted. And I was like mom, outgoing and extroverted.

Charlie insisted that he'd get our bags for us. I enjoyed the help, since I had a pretty hefty suitcase. Not to mention, I had a large backpack already strapped to my chest. Dad led us inside, allowing us to kick our shoes off, before showing us our rooms. 

He must’ve been going off what he knew of us when we were younger, because I knew without a doubt that Bella’s favorite color was green. However, her room was themed purple. Mine, though, was perfect. I loved pink as a kid, and I loved pink now. Was just about to get settled in when Bella hovered in the doorway.

“Hey, some people are out front. Charlie’s calling us.”

I blinked in confusion, but trailed behind her. I was already starting to get comfy, throwing my clothes all over the room. However, I knew dad was a straight-to-the-point kind of guy. As Bella commented on the plane, 'One of the best things about Charlie - he doesn’t hover.’ It was odd wording, but I knew exactly what she meant.

As we exited through the front door, I threw an arm around Bella’s shoulders. Sitting by the side of the road was a rustic red truck. I could already tell Bella was eyeing it enviously. Yet, my attention was more fixated on an older man in a wheelchair and a former childhood friend who I recognized instantly. Jacob.

We made eye contact, and I immediately sent him a smile. He smiled back. I noticed how he’d grown his hair out and he was a lot more mature than he was a few years ago. 

Charlie waved us closer. “Bella, Y/n, you two remember Billy Black.”

“Yeah!” I exclaimed, dashing forward to shake his hand. Bella seconded my statement, although in a much chill-er way. 

“Wow, you’re looking good,” Bella commented.

“Well, I’m still dancing,” Billy replied with a chuckle. “I’m glad you’re both finally here. Charlie, here, hasn’t shut up about it since you told him you were coming.”

“All right, keep exaggerating. I’ll roll you into the mud,” Charlie muttered playfully.

Charlie took a few steps away, but Billy began wheeling after him. “After I ram you in the ankles!”

“You want to go?” Charlie bickered, and as they eased around, it left Bella and I with a chance to greet Jake. 

“Jake! It’s been forever,” I cheered, pumping my fist into the air. His grin widened even further, and I opened my arms to welcome into a hug. He took it, quickly hugging, while Bella watched in amusement.

“Glad to see you’re just as energetic as ever,” Jake laughed. “How do you do it?”

“Lots and lots of coffee. And, of course, Bella’s here, too. Bella, you remember Jake, right? Or were you too tiny?”

Bella slapped my arm playfully. “You’re only a year older than me, geez. Yeah, I remember you, Jake. It’s great to see you again.”

Jake nodded to her. “Yeah, uh, we used to make mud pies when we were little.”

“Gross,” I commented. 

Bella shook her head. “You weren’t as cool as Jake and I were. Eating mud is, uh, definitely a healthy past time.”

I crossed my arms, pouting playfully.  “I just have etiquette. I am the eldest out of you two, after all.”

Jacob looked at me incredulously. “By a few months.”

Bella tilted her head over to Charlie and Billy’s antics. “Are they, uh, always like this?”

Jake bared his teeth while nodding. “It’s getting worse with old age.”

Billy and Charlie finally joined us again. Charlie patted the truck. “So, what do you think?”

“Of what?” Bella asked in confusion. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulder, peering at Charlie with equal bafflement.

“Your homecoming present.”

Bella’s jaw dropped. “This?”

Charlie shrugged. “Just bought it off Billy here.”

“Yep!” Billy seconded.

Bella detached to me, and we both went to hug the car. “Oh, my god!” I exclaimed.

“I totally rebuilt the engine for you,” Jake spoke up.

Bella was gasping for breath, and she hopped into the truck. “Come on, seriously? This - this is so cool! Oh my gosh!”

“This so-o-o perfect —“

“Actually,” Charlie interrupted, "your mom gave me a head’s up that you’re a reckless driver. This is Bella’s homecoming gift. Your’s is still inside.”

My jaw dropped. “Wh a-a-at? You’re kidding me! I’m the best driver in the world!” I huffed leaning against the car.

Charlie shook his head, chuckling. “Your mom informed me of how you had to retake your driver’s test more than two times. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your present inside a lot more. Besides, I’m sure Bella can drive you where you need to go.”

Jacob weaved around the front, laughing at my repugnance, and hopped in beside Bella to show her the works. I was left pouting while Billy and Charlie talked. I was only a little insulted that I wasn’t trustworthy enough to sit behind the wheel, but fair enough. I’d be satisfied as long as my gift was just as cool.

“I told you they’d love it,” Billy joked. 

To be fair, though, I knew that Bella really loved cars. She’s loved them ever since we were kids. While I wanted to be a princess, she wanted to be a race car driver. Of course, both of our ambitions had changed, and now she planned on being a mechanic.

“I’m down with the kids!” Billy added, motioning ‘coolly.’

“Oh yeah, dude. You’re the bomb.” I snickered quietly at dad’s sarcasm.

I leaned into the open window when the car started up. “…Do you want a ride to school or something?” Bella inquired. I also wanted to know the answer.

“Oh, I go to school on the reservation,” Jake answered.

I pouted while Bella sighed, "Right, right. That’s too bad. It would’ve been nice to know one person.”

“You’ll be fine, Bella. I bet you’ll be friends with half the school by the end of first period,” I spoke up.

Bella laughed. “I’m pretty sure that’s you you’re talking about.”

I tilted my head innocently. “Oh, is it? I must’ve forgot.”

~~~

Bella and I hopped out of our new car. Technically her’s, since dad bought me a cool gaming console, but we’re sisters so I’d undoubtedly steal it from time to time. Luckily, the school year was just starting, so we couldn’t have stood out too much. Well, except for the fact that our truck was bright red. And my clothes were equally flashy. I loved being the center of attention, although I knew Bella loathed it. Somehow I wondered how we came out of the same vagina.

Bella and I walked side by side into the school. The weather was dreary and dismal, just how I liked it. We pulled out our respective schedules. Bella had been responsible and circled her’s, while I was only vaguely aware of what classes I’d signed up for.

Suddenly, a black haired, Asian student who was well dressed saddled up beside Bella. I dropped the schedule to my side, waving eagerly. “Hello!”

Bella jumped, meeting the boy’s gaze. “You two are the Swan sisters. The new girls,” he greeted. “Hi, I’m Eric, the eyes and ears of this place. Which of you is Isabelle and Y/n?”

“Bella, actually,” Bella tittered. “This is Y/n.”

I waved again, and the guy grinned charismatically. “Nice to meet you, Eric.”

“Anything you guys need? Tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on?”

I could tell Bella was petrified. She could barely release coherent words from her lips. However, she needed to learn how to be socially inept. “Uh, I’m really kind of the more suffer-in-silence type. Y/n’s the one you should be asking.”

His gaze flitted over to me, and I switched hands, wrapping an arm around Bella. “Don’t mind her. She’s shy. A lunch date sounds great. Right, Bella?”

Bella nodded anxiously. Eric continued, not noticing her discomfort. “Good new for your feature. I’m on the paper, and you’re news, babies, front page. The title can be something freaky, like ‘opposites attract in the womb.’”

Bella looked utterly mortified. She halted in her steps. “Uh, no we’re not. I’m not. You… Please don’t have any sort of…”

“Woah, woah, chillax.” Eric waved his arm dismissively. “No feature. Unless you, Y/n, want one.”

I shook my head. “Nah, I’ll pass. It would be rather difficult to write an article and not mention my other half.”

“Cool, cool. Anyways, I’ll be off. See you two at lunch!” Eric really was off. He disappeared into the flood of people immediately, leaving me to Bella. 

She exhaled anxiously and I patted her back before looking at my schedule. “P.E. What a grand start to my week.”

“Oh, thank god,” she sighed. “Me too. At least we share one class.”

I chuckled, grabbing her arm. “Let’s get going, then. I can’t wait to meet new people. Eric’s cool, but we - more so, you - need some gal pals.”

Bella sighed, allowing me to drag her off to P.E. I knew I wasn’t the best at sports, but Bella - she was god awful. I knew she’d make a few friends from just being an athletic train wreck. As much as I loved her, she was way too perfect. Athletics was certainly her downfall.

We walked into the gym and changed quickly. The uniform was cute, a quaint tank top and shorts. Bella specifically brought sweat pants from home, as I knew she had some body insecurities. I, though, was more than glad to show some leg.

We walked out, still attached to each other’s side. I immediately waved to two girls who were playing volleyball. They waved back, motioning for us to join their team. Class hadn’t started, but the students were clearly basking in the new school year energy. The pair of girls had just been playing, but we separated into teams after a brief introduction. Needless to say, it was Bella and I against Sabrina and Jules.

“Bella, get it!” I called, too far away to get the ball. I was carrying the team, pretty much two against one, while Bella lingered behind me. 

She punched the ball, sending it into the net. I sighed, going to pick it up, while Sabrina and Jules said they were going to use the bathroom. That was code for them waiting a different partner. We waved them off. I picked up the ball and started making my way to Bella. Suddenly, a volleyball came flying past me and collided with Bella’s face.

Out of instinct, I burst into laughter, dropping our ball.

“Whoa!” a boy with dirty blonde hair exclaimed, running over to us.

Bella recovered, having caught the ball after it hit her face. She sent me a glare and threw it back at me, but I caught it, sending her a coy grin.

We both turned to the boy. He was slightly taller than both of us, and from his garb, he was probably on the school’s basketball team. “I’m so sorry about that,” he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. “Basketball’s more of my forte, not volleyball.”

Bella stuttered, waving dismissively. I interrupted, "To translate, she means it’s fine. I’m Y/n, she’s Bella.”

“Yeah, hey, I’m Mike Newton.” He held out his hand for me to shake, which I accepted. I sent him a wink, mesmerizing him further. Bella clicked her tongue, coming up behind her and placing her forehead on my shoulder.

“More like Mike Haw —“ 

I was interrupted by a girl with light brown hair, hung in a pony tail. She skipped over to us, standing beside Mike. “He’s got a great spike, huh? I’m Jessica, by the way. Hey, you two are from Arizona, right?”

“Jessica, hi! You’re so pretty,” I answered, sending her a smile. “Yeah, we are.”

“Aren’t people from Arizona supposed to be, like, really tan?” She quickly corrected herself. “No offense, though, Bella.”

“None taken. Uh, yeah. Maybe that’s why they kicked me out. Y/n, uh, definitely got out more than I did.”

Both Mike and Jessica laughed, and I couldn’t help but snicker. Mike pointed while stating, "You’re good.”

“That’s so funny,” Jessica chimed in.

Bella held up her hands, waving, as she backed away. “Uh, nice to meet you. Y/n’s planning to teach my volleyball, now so…”

“Right. See you around, Arizona,” Mike directed, more so at me.

“Right back at you, Washington and Jessica!” I winked and let Bella drag me off the a more deserted area of the gym.

“They seemed nice,” I commented optimistically.

“…Sure. But boy, are people scary.”

“Girl, get used to it. I’ll indoctrinate you into my way of life whether you want to or not.”

~~~

“It’s my pleasure, madam,” Mike suavely eclair, having taken my tray for me. Bella trailed behind me, quiet and demure as always. Bell plopped down next to Jessica, while I situated myself between Mike and Eric due to unfortunate seating arrangements. Eric was previously droning on about some project, and our appearances interrupted the conversation.

“Hey, Mikey, you met my homegirl, Y/n, eh?”

I quirked a brow, while Bella waved to the girls.

“Oh, your girl, eh?” Mike hummed.

A laugh bubbled in my throat, but in that moment, a boy appeared beside me and planted a kiss on my cheek. I gasped as he declared, 'my girl,’ before dashing away. A blush rose to my cheeks, and Bella looked more than happy to not be in my situation.

Mike’s chair was pulled from under him and I covered my mouth in surprise. “Sorry I had to mess up your game, Mike!” he shouted as he disappeared amongst the other students. Mike took off after him, leaving me mentally exhausted.

“Oh-h-h my god,” Jessica gasped. “It’s like first grade all over again. You’re the shiny new toy.”

I clicked my tongue. “It’s shocking Bella isn’t getting the attention. I mean, just look at her! Absolutely stunning. Plus, she’s got brains.”

Bella laughed, waving dismissively. Suddenly, an Asian girl with glasses and her hair done up in a pony tail leaned across the table with a camera. “Smile!”

I was caught off guard, but grinned anyways and gave a peace sign. Bella shrank away instantly, making me lose focus since it made me laugh. The girl shrunk away, muttering out an apology. However, her gorgeous smile didn’t fade.

“I needed a candid for the feature,” she explained, plopping in her seat.

“The feature’s dead, Angelia,” Eric sneered, rather hardly. I quirked a brow. Eric rose to his feet and grabbed my shoulders, leaning over. “I got your back baby.”

I was glad that it was just us girls left and Eric went off to do whatever the hell he wanted. “It’s fine…? I’m starting to think all the guys at this school are crazy,” I chuckled.

Angela scoffed. “I guess we’ll just run another editorial on teen drinking.”

Bella spoke up, clearly feeling bad for causing drama. “You know, you can always go for… eating disorders. Or speedo padding on the swim team.”

“I vote the latter,” I eagerly remarked. I slid down the bench and took my rightful place beside Bella, now that the boys had disappeared.

“Yeah. Actually, that’s a good one,” Angela agreed.

“Kirk, right? That’s exactly what I thought,” Jessica gossiped. “We’re talking Olympic size.”

“There’s no way. He’s so skinny. It doesn’t make sense.”

“I mean, how big are his hands? You know what they say about big hands,” I teased.

The girls laughed, but I noticed that Bella’s attention was strewn elsewhere. I followed her gaze, seeing that a cliche of incredibly pale and insanely good-looking people walked into the cafeteria. I noticed that Bella was most focused on the latter, the one that wasn’t paired up. There was a blonde and black haired couple holding hands, an awkward guy and a hippy and slash or tomboy bickering, and the last was silent, seemingly just as fixated on Bella.

“Who are they?” Bella spoke up, nodding to them.

“The Cullens,” Angela answered.

“They’re Doctor and Missus Cullen’s foster kids,” Jessica continued in a hushed tone. “They moved down here from Alaska, like, a few years ago. They kind of keep to themselves.”

“Yeah, ‘cause they’re all together. Like, together-together.”

“The blonde girl, that’s Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmet, they’re, like, a thing. I’m not even sure that’s legal.”

“Jess! They’re not actually related.”

“Yeah, but they live together! It’s so weird. They’re legally family. And, okay. The little dark-haired girl is Alice. She and Jasper, the guy who looks like he’s in pain, aren’t actually together. Apparently, Jasper has some anxiety problem or something.” I glanced back at them, noticing that even with how stoic Jasper looked, he was quite attractive. “Um, Doctor Cullen’s like this foster dad slash matchmaker.”

“Maybe he’ll adopt me,” Angela sighed dreamily.

However, that information wasn’t enough to satiate Bella. Her eyes were glued to the final assumed family member. “Who’s he?” Bella asked.

“That’s Edward Cullen. He’s totally gorgeous, obviously, just like Jasper, but apparently, like Jasper, nobody in this school’s good enough for him.” Jessica snickered dryly. “Like I care, you know? So… yeah. Seriously, though, Bella, Y/n. Don’t waste your time.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Bella chided.

“Well, I might. That Jasper fella’s pretty cute for a, and I quote, 'guy who looks like he’s in pain.’” Angela snorted, and I followed Bella’s gaze. I peered over my shoulder, seeing that her and Edward were making intense eye contact. 

I couldn’t help but stare, and Jasper glanced over at us. I sent a smile, holding up my hand and waving. I noticed his mouth twitch before Alice stole his attention away. I returned my attention to the table to see that Jessica and Angela were both looking at me.

“Don’t tell me you just waved at him,” Jessica gasped. “You’re seriously wasting your time. You know that, right? What, are the guys falling at your feet not good enough?”

Bella clicked her tongue, and Angela teasingly followed up, "You’re totally a player.”

“Wha-a-at? No. I’m just friendly,” I chimed. “Besides, I’m not interested in guys like that. I have no idea why I’m the ‘shiny new toy’ when Bella’s right here.”

“It’s because I don’t make a scene,” Bella noted.

“Well, Jessica, if you’re asking if I’m interested in Eric or Mike, definitely not. I’m not blind, girl. Mike’s for you, dearest girl, and Eric’s obviously into Angela.”

Angela gasped. “You really think so? But he’s never been that friendly or flirty with me.”

I shook my head. “Nonsense. He’s just trying to make you jealous.”

Jessica laughed. “And what about Tyler?”

“Who?”

“The guy who kissed you on the cheek earlier.”

I scrunched up my nose. “No-o-o way, José. I know a cute guy when I see one, and Tyler’s not it. Jasper, though… He’s definitely my type.”

“Well, good luck. They barely talk to anyone outside their clique,” Angela sighed. “Believe me, we’ve all tried to talk to them.”

“It’s because they’re all freaks.”

I frowned, but in that moment, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. I looked up, seeing that Eric and Mike decided to rejoin the group. Eric attempted to steal the seat beside me, but Mike shoved him aside, sliding beside me with ease. He threw his arm around my shoulder, shaking me excitedly.

“Not at all, actually. And give it up, guys,” Jessica groaned. “She already has her he’s on the prize. And before you chase Bella, she’s enamored by Edward Cullen.”

“We’ve returned. I’m sure you all were dying for us to bless you with our presence,” Mike announced.

“Dream on,” Eric sighed. “Ne-e-ever going to happen. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them talk to anyone but each other or the teachers.”

Mike removed his arm and Eric sighed. “Damn, really? Oh, you’re breaking my heart, baby.”

“I’m not like my sister,” Bella tittered. “I just… think he’s interesting.”

Bella unsurely glanced over her shoulder. I did so as well, noticing that Alice and Jasper were chatting while looking at our table. Japer’s gaze flitted over to mine, and he raised his hand, giving me a curt wave and smile. My heart jumped in joy and I grinned.

Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. My expression immediately morphed into a displeased pout. I directed a glare him way, and he teasingly remarked, "Hey, I’m not going down without a fight.”

I shrugged off his shoulder. “Have fun with that, buddy.”

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Woozi (Seventeen) | Windy day fluff | 0.9k

It’s so quiet.

It’d be perfectly silent if it wasn’t for Jihoon clicking his mouse and writing on his keyboard occasionally.

If you close your eyes, you can imagine yourself sitting in a clearing deep in the forest. It’s winter in your mind, the kind when days are short and darkness comes soon and when everything is covered in snow that swallows all the noise. You pull the blanket around your shoulders closer to your body. It’s cozy, and it’s safe, and it’s so quiet that it soothes your mind and soul. It hits hard and deep, feeling this kind of thing you never knew before. You can understand, even if in a different way, why the studio is a shelter for your lover.

“You don’t have to stay here,” his voice brings you out of your reverie, “I appreciate the company, but you must be bored.”

You open your eyes to see Jihoon looking at you, his chair turned so he’s facing you, one side of his headphones moved away from his ear. He’s cute and domestic, with his comfy home clothes and slightly messy hair, and you’re sentimental, which is a dangerous combination for your already melting heart. You shake your head.

“You look like you’re about to fall asleep there,” he says, a hint of nervousness to his voice.

“No, sorry, I just got lost in my head,” you smile at him, reassuring him you’re not bored at all. Were you a different kind of person, you might be, but as you are, you’re content and happy just sharing a space with him. Especially since you know what a privilege it is. Not to mention that, yeah, it’s a safe space. For both of you, which makes it even better.

“Don’t apologize,” he reminds you softly, “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” You nod, sending him a little wooahae and he sends you one right back with a gentle smile. Then he turns back to his work, slipping the headphones back over his ear.

You close your eyes again, ready to dive back into your daydreams, but you notice that it’s not quite as quiet anymore. Looking out the window, you see that the wind’s picked up, rattling the branches of a nearby tree, shaking the colorful leaves off them. They dance in the wind and you follow them with your eyes. You fix your posture and shift towards the other end of the couch, leaning on the armrest near the window.

It’s easy to zone out again, as you watch the leaves being carried by the breeze. You can hear them scraping against the window sometimes, and in those few precious seconds you admire their warm colors and veins knitted all over their surface. How easy do they have it, you think, being cradled by the wind, carried from one place to another. How much of the city they must see on their journey, how many fates do they change, just like the flutter of butterfly wings.

You don’t realize you’ve laid your head on your hands, lying down on the couch and watching the muted carnival behind the window. Nor do you notice the pair of eyes watching you from further in the room. He’s curious as to what you’re doing, what is so interesting that it keeps your attention for hours as you wait for him. Well, to be fair it hasn’t been that long, but still.

He gets up from his chair quietly and sits next to you, making you jump a little. He gives you a smile, rubbing the small of your back in apology.

“What are you doing?” Jihoon asks, looking out the window but nothing catches his attention. It’s just a usual fall scene. You see his confusion and chuckle, sitting up and inviting him under your blanket. He joins you, pulling you closer to him. He already feels that whatever you’re about to say will make his chest tight. You don’t disappoint.

“Just look at it,” you smile, “The leaves are so pretty and flying all around. Look at them on the ground! They’d make that crunch when you step on them! And children like to kick them around and wade through them. It’s perfect.”

“They’re dying,” he murmurs, earning himself a chiding squeeze to his thigh.

“It’s romantic,” you shush him before chuckling, “But so be it. If they’re dying, they’ll get absorbed back into the ground and feed the trees that grew them. Like circles…” He sighs, long and feigning exasperation. The adoring gaze gives him away though.

“I can’t believe you got all that just from watching the falling leaves,” there’s a tender smile on his lips as he pulls you even closer, kissing your temple.

“You’re like that too sometimes,” you remind him, and he’d love to tell you he’s not that sappy but he has to admit he has his moments.

“As long as you keep it to yourself,” he mutters under his breath. It surprises him when you grab his pinkie with yours and finish the gesture, your thumb touching his and the curled fingers of your hands colliding.“Your secret is safe with me, I promise,” you kiss his cheek. The loving look in his eyes and the silent I love you hidden in the pressure of Jihoon's lips against your forehead? Another secret between just the two of you.

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Hi!! Could you write for Bucky prompts 4 and 26??

♡ Hi, Anon!! I love this prompt pairing so much! Thank you for requesting this, and for waiting on me to get around to it! In this one, Bucky and the reader visit a park in Brooklyn that stirs up some nostalgic memories. But what he doesn't know is that, later that night, he'll learn that he's going to be a father. There's some pretty fall imagery and lots of sweet moments. I hope you like it! (Note: this isn’t canon regarding Bucky’s true age)

♡ Prompt 4: "Remember we used to come here when we were kids?"

♡ Prompt 26: “I’m not reading this thing wrong, am I? You’re really pregnant?”

All I Ever Wanted

There was a crispness to the evening air as the beginnings of fall settled within Brooklyn. The trees of Prospect Park, once green, were slowly transitioning into rich shades of orange and red. As you and Bucky walked along one of the pathways, leaves crunching beneath your shoes, there was an absence of car engines and horns—it was peaceful. All there was to be heard was chirping birds, the soft chatter of other park-goers, and the occasional whir of a cyclist’s wheels whenever one passed by.

Upon reaching a wooden bridge, the gentle sound of flowing water emerged as well. Beneath it, was a slender waterfall that fed into a small pond with dead leaves floating on the surface. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you admired it from over the railing. Somehow the whole day, including that moment itself, had managed to feel like a dream.

The two of you hadn’t been to Prospect Park in what felt like forever. Life had a way of sweeping you up in winds of responsibility that kept you from enjoying moments of stillness. But those winds had since drifted elsewhere, leaving the two of you with the freedom to simply be. Venturing out into nature and away from the noise had been Bucky’s suggestion earlier that morning. There was no place like the outdoors that was capable of soothing the soul.

“Look, doll,” he said eventually. Your eyes followed where his free hand pointed.

On one of the big rocks peeking out of the water below, a yellow butterfly had perched itself on a rock. “Yeah, I see it. It’s so pretty.” You smiled when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“You know what butterflies symbolize?” You met his gaze, willing for him to continue. “Life and new beginnings,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

For a fraction of a second, you froze. You’d managed to keep yourself collected for the entirety of the day, but hearing those words quickened your heartbeat. Enough so that you became all the more reminded of what he didn’t know—not yet.

That morning, as he spoke to you through the bathroom door about going to Prospect Park, you’d been staring at a positive pregnancy test. You barely had enough breath to agree to the outing. And when he’d asked if you were okay, you told him you were fine, but left out the fact that your lives would be changing forever in the months to come.

The two lines on the stick explained weeks worth of your body trying to communicate to you. It explained that deep sense of knowing that refused to go away. To say that you wanted to merely tell Bucky would’ve been the largest understatement of your lifetime. With all the emotions that stirred within you, you wanted to scream, cry, and jump at the same time.

A voice within you encouraged you to make the moment you told Bucky really special and intimate. Especially considering every turn that his life had taken over the years. So you vowed to wait until the two of you arrived home from your evening at the park.

“Life and new beginnings,” you repeated. You were already aware that such was associated with butterflies, but hearing him say it in that moment carried a certain magnitude. “I love the sound of that.”

Later, after walking further, you found yourselves nestled on one of the benches overlooking the lake. The water sparkled in the warm light of the sun as it prepared to set. A couple men stood peppered along the bank fishing. Children giggled as they chased after each other. Paired with the fall trees and colors all around, it was nothing short of a beautiful scene.

You let your head rest on Bucky’s shoulder, and took his real hand in yours to play with his fingers. There was a time, years ago, when the two of you would play along that same lake—throughout the whole park, actually.

You were the first to speak after a while, “Remember we used to come here when we were kids?” You straightened up from his shoulder to look at him.

“Of course I do,” he said, a smile starting on his face. “Especially during the summer. We’d always try to find open fire hydrants to play in after we left. And if we were lucky, our mom’s would let us get ice cream or shaved ice,” he recounted, chuckling. “Those were the days.”

You shook your head. “I know. Now look at us.” About to have a child of our own, you thought.

“Yup. Time flies when you’re having fun,” he said, casting out a brief look around at the serenic evening. Then he focused back on you, his tone shifting, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...” you tried not to answer too fast. “Why?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes a bit and gave a shrug. “I don’t know, I can just tell that something’s on your mind—ever since this morning,” he noted. “But you have yet to tell me what that something is, pretty girl.”

It took everything not to tell him right then and there, as you sat under a blue and orange sky in the park you knew like the back of your hand.

You offered him half a smile. “I’m that easy to read?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Not necessarily. I’ve been reading you for a long time so it’s easy.” You allowed yourself to chuckle when he playfully quirked his brows. “So am I gonna have to work really hard to coax it out of you?”

You shook your head earnestly. “I promise I'll tell you when we get home… I have something to show you.”

On your way out of the park, there was a mama duck waddling under a tree with her ducklings trailing behind her.

It wasn’t until after you and Bucky made it back to your apartment, and had changed into something comfortable, that you told him you were ready. He sat on the edge of the bed as you went to retrieve the small gift box holding the pregnancy test. It was a miracle that you had had enough supplies left over from birthdays and holidays to be able to make it look as presentable as it did.

You extended it to him from a couple feet away. So much anticipation had built within you that you felt light, and as though you were buzzing.

Bucky accepted the box, and looked up at you. There was a sparkle in his blue eyes. “Why are you standing a mile away from me? C’mere.” You inched closer, and laughed when he pulled you to stand more so between his spread legs.

As he began to undo the white ribbon on the box, your lower lip was secured between your teeth. It seemed as though he was moving entirely too slow and fast at the same time.

As soon as he popped the lid off to reveal the pregnancy test sitting on top of little strips of crinkled, beige paper strips, your heartbeat sped up. Bucky’s attention lingered on the test. When he finally looked up, his gaze attested to the influx of thoughts that had been sparked into motion within his mind.

“I’m not reading this thing wrong, am I?” He briefly looked back down to stick again. Two lines. “You’re really pregnant?”

A smile broke across your face. With the news out, it felt as though you were uncaging a group of birds that had been longing for freedom for way too long. Before you could say anything else, Bucky set the box aside and stood to press his lips to yours. You stumbled back at the intentness in which he gripped your waist. It was a kiss that you felt every part of him through; his love, his passion, his warmth. And an intoxicating mix of joy and expectation.

He pulled away just enough to speak. “We’re gonna be parents?” His breath fanned over your lips. Then he leaned back in to kiss you once more, a soft peck. “You’re carrying our child?”

Bucky’s hands slipped under your shirt, and the feeling of palms against your skin was pleasant in the best way. One was cooler than the other, but they were both gentle and reverent.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I found out this morning.”

He scratched gently at your stomach, sending a shiver through you. “You managed to keep it to yourself the whole day. That’s what was on your mind?” He kissed you again.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to tell you. No idea.” You brought your hands up to his cheeks, the budding stubble scratchy against your palms. “But I wanted to wait until we came back from Prospect.”

Bucky released a breath after a few beats of silence. “I don’t even know what to say,” he said, voice low. “This is so crazy—a good crazy.”

“I know. I’m happy and terrified at the same time,” you admitted. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire life, but it feels….”

“Good,” he finished.

A laugh escaped you. “Yeah.”

Seconds later, he was getting down onto his knees to be level with your stomach. It wasn’t until he lifted your shirt to press a kiss to your stomach that the reality of the moment set in. For the first time since learning about your pregnancy, tears slipped down your cheeks.

Bucky heard you sniffle, and stood back up to take your hands in his. “This is all I ever wanted, you know that, doll?” A few tears had come to the waterline of his eyes. “A beautiful wife, a family. This is all something I thought I’d never have.”

You sniffled again, nodding. “You deserve everything,” you murmured.

“I have my everything right in front of me.”

Without waiting another moment, you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed him tighter than you had in a while. Parents. The two of you were going to be parents.

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Random Gotham Rogues Headcanons

(In honor of all the wonderful people who wanted more after my last post, yes I see y’all)

*Jonathan has a huge sweet tooth, the poor bastard didn’t try sugar until he was like 12 and eats candy like it’s his last meal.

*He’ll forget he needs food to live for way too long and eat a gallon of ice cream or some shit that’ll give any sensible man heart palpitations and just be like “😐👍”.

*Selina tells the newer rogues she was raised by cats to freak them out, Jervis still believes her. (Tbf, Selina does walk around with a cat tail on hissing at people and purring on their laps, I don’t blame him).

*Edward has a tiktok account that he made to fule his own ego, he’s a fragile little shit, literally all of his hate comments have video responses (as you can imagine, Edward gets A LOT of hate comments).

*One time a teenager called Edward “submissive and breedable” and he was too baffled to make a clap back.

*The Rogues have a surprising amount of stans. Ivy’s fan base consists mostly of lowly simps, Joker gets stopped on the street daily by greasy redditors and zealous scene kids.

*No one likes Joker, he thinks it’s because he’s “Batman’s favorite” (it’s not).

*For a while Joker has been insistent that he fucked Bruce Wayne once at one of his many parties, no one believes him except for Harvey (begrudgingly).

*He says it’s “Perfectly in character for Bruce” as much as he may hate it.

*Selina denies everything.

*Oswald and Jonathan share solidarity as “the weird bird people”. At first Oswald was a little put off that Jonathan only held knowledge of crows but soon got over that when he realized that now he had an excuse to infodump on someone who might actually be interested.

*Every time Jonathan visits Oswald’s aviary to pick up Nightmare and Craw Oswald jumps at the opportunity to talk about his numerous birds in excess, Jonathan’s a surprisingly good listener.

*Despite Edward and Joker’s long term rivalry Edward has remained relatively civil when faced with Joker’s constant egging on. That is until one iconic day in Arkham Asylum when Edward beat the absolute, ever loving shit out of Joker in the cafeteria. To this day no one knows what exactly got him to snap, not even Joker.

*Harley keeps a scrapbook about all her misadventures + friendships as a rogue, she has a habit of taking pictures of the others at the most inappropriate times (during a heist, while being beaten to a crisp by Batman, ex).

*One time Harley asked Batman to pose for a picture to put in her scrapbook, he obliged to everyone’s surprise.

*Edward is wholly insistent that he doesn’t belong in Arkham, and is convinced he’s completely sane. He’s weirdly obsessed with the fact that Oswald is sane “as well” and will make unprompted snide remarks like: “Blackgate sounds terrific, unfortunately I’ve been misplaced among MORONS, it’s a shame that the system is too incompetent to properly judge my un-categorizable psyche.”

*Oswald usually responds with a simple “🙂👍” or “ok” to avoid conflict, disagreeing with Edward could be catastrophic.

*Art therapy is an occupational hazard for all the Arkham staff. (Seriously, who thought giving super villains an outlet to express themselves was a good idea).

*Edward can’t draw so he spends his time harshly criticizing the other rogues art, that’s caused more than a few fights. The one time Edward’s ever actually done art in art therapy was when he drew a green triangle and explained in complex detail how he colored it to perfection.

*Jonathan is no longer allowed to share his art with the group before having it reviewed by a staff member after emotionally scarring a few patients. He’s one of the few rogues who presents his art every time, just to see the disturbed looks on the others faces when he explains whatever twisted art piece he came up with this time.

*Jervis is probably the most dedicated artist of the bunch, he‘s not allowed to make himself any hats (for obvious reasons) but he’s still a very skilled seamstress and has a very interesting art style (Jervis tries not to draw anything explicitly linked to Alice in Wonderland in fear of getting repercussions, as rogues often do when they engage with their ‘personas’).

*Harvey isn’t very technically skilled in drawing, but Harv usually spices their art up enough to make it interesting. Their drawings are always two themed, as expected. One time Edward criticized a painting of theirs for being “too unrealistic” and Harv had to manually restrain himself from kicking Edward in the teeth.

*Victor can’t draw either, but he writes pretty good poetry. His writing is excessively melodramatic and flowery, and his themes even more so. Half of the presentation period is spent listening to Victor muse about the meaning of life or some shit, his poems are VERY long.

*Waylon and Ivy are the obligatory pretentious painters, both have a fondness for flowers (for very separate reasons). The two will often compare their paintings and wax poetics about the beauty of nature or some bullshit before never speaking again. That’s one of the positives of Art therapy, it brings rogues together who would otherwise not grant each other a passing glance.

*Group therapy is just as (if not more) atrocious than Art therapy.

*The only one who ever talks is Joker (and sometimes Harley, but way less).

*Joker is the embodiment of an irl troll, he does a much better job at getting responses from the other rogues in therapy than the therapists ever could (usually hostile responses but still).

*Occasionally a new and bright eyed therapist will try and coax childhood memories out of the rogues, it never ends well (usually with the rogue or the therapist in hysterics).

*The majority of the Arkham staff are either terribly unqualified or terrible period.

*Music Meister lived with Edward for a short while after escaping Arkham together but he was promptly kicked out because he wouldn’t stop singing.

*Selina and Ivy had a huge argument once because Selina’s cats nibbled on Ivy’s plants.

Okay this post is all ready super long so I’m gonna end it here, as I said last time I can always make more if you guys like these (I’m not running out of headcanons anytime soon!)

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Work Risk

(A/N): This was requested by @maximeevansblog. I hope you like it!

Summary: After hurting herself on set, Sebastian makes it into his mission to take the best of care for his daughter

Warnings: Broken bone, mentions of medication, hospitals

Wordcount: 1.2k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

“Darling, I’m sure you got that. You worked so hard for this and don’t forget the hours you spent with the choreographer learning and repeating the stunts. You got that”, Sebastian tries to reassure his daughter. Both of them sit in the makeup trailer on the Civil War set, where (Y/N) got her first major role in a movie. Acting in a Marvel movie alongside her father is like winning the lottery for the teenager.

“You do know all the things that can go wrong. Dad, there are so many-” “And they won’t happen. I promise you. There is nothing going to go wrong, you are prepared for this. Alright, Dragostea?” The father takes her hand. Still unsure but with a little bit more confidence (Y/N) nods and lets the makeup artist continue doing his work.

Shortly after he is finished, the teenager finds herself in the costume for the next scene, just a simple hoodie/jeans combi, going through the steps of the fighting scene in her head over and over again.

“AND”, sounds the voice of the director from the sidelines. (Y/N) looks up, only to see her father throwing her a thumbs up and a proud smile. She can do it, he knows it and that’s giving her the reassurance she needs. “ACTION!”

Suddenly everything goes fast. The scene is about (Y/N)’s character fleeing from HYDRA agents, in the process she eventually runs into Bucky, who helps her to lay low with him in order to escape their wrath like he does.

The first part of the scene is fairly easy, it’s mainly running and throwing objects behind her or occasionally jumping over something. Even jumping over certain cracks, that will later be edited to make it look like she runs from roof to roof, are not the tricky parts.

It’s the one fighting scene, the one the young actress dreads the most. Just before Bucky notices the chased girl, an HYDRA agent catches up to her and tackles her, which ends in them going one on one. There are a few moves, like a roundhouse kick, that makes (Y/N)’s anxiety skyrocket. But her father promised her that everything will be fine. She is going to ace it.

And it’s true, everything is fine, until it isn’t anymore. At first, the running and jumping and even the fighting go smoothly. But then the slip happens. (Y/N) only wants to climb a ladder, just like she practiced with the choreographer several times. Only this time, she slips just before she gets to the end of it.

In what feels like less than a breath, the teenager falls good two to two and a half meters down. For a moment it seems like the whole set is quiet. This is until Sebastian runs onto the scene, straight towards his daughter.

“Princess, are you hurting somewhere? Does anything feel broken to you? Can you breathe?” He bombards her with questions while laying her flat on her back. But (Y/N) is still in a stupor, too shocked from what previously occurred. “(Y/N)? Please answer me!” The father lightly shakes her shoulders to get her out of her trance.

With a startle all feeling comes back into her body. “My arm- My arm, I think it’s broken. It hurts so much, Daddy”, the teenager looks at him with tears of pain in her eyes. She used it to cushion her fall. He quickly gathers her in his arms, trying to calm her down. At the same time Sebastian tries to gesticulate to the director and surrounding crew to call 911.

Luckily not long after this the ambulance arrives and Sebastian helps his daughter to get into it. He holds her other hand the whole time, while one of the EMTs tries to make an assessment on her injuries.

“As far as I can see, I think your daughter has a concussion and broke her ulna. But she has to take an x-ray as soon as we get to the hospital to verify it.” (Y/N) shivered at that mention, already done with the day. Fortunately the ER is pretty stranded and everything goes down fairly quickly.

As the small family waits for a nurse to come back with the sign out papers after putting a cast on (Y/N)’s arm in her favorite color, she shivers again. “Are you cold, Dragostea?” Sebastian asks, rubbing a hand along her good arm. (Y/N) looks up to him, a miserable look on her face. “It’s- it’s just that I'm tired. I just wanna go home, Daddy."

Her father sighs and messes with his backpack before seemingly conjuring a hoodie out of nowhere. “Here, do you want me to help you putting it on?” (Y/N) looks at him with big eyes, begging him to help her. All of this reminds Sebastian of when she was younger, just a little girl, who depended on her father.

He smiles as she kind of puts her arms up, indicating she wants his help. Not long after this she is snuggled into his clothing article and leans against her father’s shoulder. “Can we get something on our way home? Something to eat?”

He thinks about it for a second, not really in the mood of cooking anything after a day like this. “Yes, of course, Dragostea. Do you have something in mind?” He puts an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. “McDonald’s? I’m craving my comfort meal.” To those puppy dog eyes Sebastian never was able to say no. And right now is no different.

“If you want, we can get it on our way home. Anything else that you want?” “Yes, I want to go home.” The father smiles a bit, the last time she sounded like this, (Y/N) was a little girl. Luckily they don’t have to wait any longer for the nurse to come and bring the needed paperwork.

On the little family’s way back home they make a quick detour to the Drive Through and order their dinner.

“Ok, I got the food prepared, you took your meds and you are nice and warm thanks to your fluffy blanket. The only question that remains: Which movie do you want to watch?” He asks after plopping down beside his daughter on the couch. While munching on a fry, (Y/N) considers her choices. “Coco!” Sebastian laughs quietly, knowing that this is also her comfort movie.

It doesn’t take her long and the teenager is fast asleep. May it be the exhaustion of the day, the meds or just the cozy moment. Sebastian debates for a bit, but decides to get her to bed. He turns the TV off and gathers the sleeping girl in his arms.

As he is climbing the stairs, (Y/N) stirs. “Shh, go back to sleep, Button. I’m just taking you to your room”, calling her the nickname he had for the little girl she once was.

As soon as she hits her pillows and covers, she lets out a content sigh. Sebastian tucks her in and leaves the room after giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Good night, Dragostea, I love you”, he says at the door.

“Love you, too, even though your promise wasn’t true.” The father smiles and closes the door behind himself.

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[endeaavorr]

thinking about undergroundboxer!bokuto tw : mentions of illegal activities, mentions of blood, amateur description of violence (if you squint), ocassional nsfw remarks from me.

retired from pro volleyball at 35 and has had enough of pro athlete things but needed another way to let off his excessive adrenaline and stamina.

yeah everyone talks about puppyboy bo but pay attention to his scenes in hq there’s a cocky bastard inside that giant pouting ‘agaasheeee’ puppy.

damn he’s going to age so beautiful really, a little skin line here and some there but oof i’d still kill for him.

is in it for the thrills, usually don’t do anything straight up criminal grade but not disclosed to future probabilities.

a very sexy cocky bastard in the business, no shiny eyes just that deep but still owl like predatory stare.

let me elaborate sexy

this bastard likes to put on a show, occasionally letting himself take a few thrilling hit to entertain the crowd and sometimes when he’s got a deal the higher ups too.

lets the opponent give him a split lip for a little red, makes the guys excited and the girls wanting.

the sweat lining his abs and toned chest, reflecting the light ? the slight blood on his side lip ? the lidded adrenaline filled gaze ?

i’m just a hole sir

when he’s satisfied with the attention he’d knock his opponent in a few swift moves.

since underground boxing is still pretty much illegal he of course needed a stage name and a different look.

he’ll spray dye his hair (usually in black) for his weekly fights.

his stage name is aster from his birthflower.

he climbed his way up pretty quickly since he’s naturally gifted in his physique.

get’s paid about 30k-50k usd per match bcs the ‘sponsors’ like him so much lmao he even was offered a position in the ‘sponsor’ ‘s shady business lmao (yes he declined)

can’t help but love the way you practically jump at him when he gets home, worriedly checking his bruises and splits before ushering him to sit so you can clean it.

ah since he’s like 190cm he’d have to sit down while you stand to clean his wounds.

it’s very much his now favorite thing in the world, your soft hand craddling his face while the other holds an iodine dipped cottonball gently dabbing his scratches and splits, not wanting to hurt him the slightest bits.

he’d put his hand on the back of your thigh, calloused thumb caressing your lower bum and his other would be on your waist.

my face is heating up..

your eyes would be so focused on treating him and he can’t help but tease you a bit by pretending an ‘ouch please be gentle baby it stings’

istg he’d 100% look at you with the most simping adoring set of honey eyes ever.. memorizing your face again and again and uttering ‘how’s your day pretty girl’ ‘did my puppy miss me?’

yeah his hands stays on you the entire time :/

after you’re done you can’t help but feel so mushy and just,, need to take care of bo >:|

you’d then guide him to sit on the empty bathtub so you can help wash out his little hair disguise.

then when he’s hair back to his usual color you’d tell him to go shower while you clean the dye residue.

prepare him a bath so you guys can talk while you rub shower remedies on his skin and mugwort mask (careful with the wounds)

expect a 1 minute hug

he’s fully back to puppyboy bokuto now so prepare his towel and pyjamas bcs he babie >:(

you’d help him dress bcs his sores are now just starting to oof

and tell baby bo to sit nice on the table while you prepare his dinner !!

probably will make you feed him since he’s feeling very babie now.. ‘but y/n my fingers owie :(‘

you don’t mind, you never do.

sleeps on your chest while you pet his hair

yes i got carried away

yes sorry

[artist-block-alley]

After an exhausting day, Professor and Luke finally make their way into their hotel room. Layton is prepared to record the days events in his journal, when he runs into a big problem...

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Intro | Part 2 | Part 3

Sooo I figured I’d write out a quick scene I’ve had in mind for a while. This takes place directly after part 3, enjoy!

There were a lot of things dogs were unable to do. Speaking being the most obvious, and seeing in color being another. One thing that was painfully apparent to Hershel Layton at the moment was the ability to write, or lack thereof.

After a small dilemma with the hotel clerk due to Layton’s recent and, rather unexpected, canine appearance, he and Luke were finally able to settle down into their hotel room. After the day’s whirlwind of events, the Professor had a mile long list of thoughts to record in his personal journal. With some help from Luke, he retrieved his journal from his trunk and jumped onto a desk chair. It wasn’t until he flipped the book open with his nose that he realized a glaring issue.

He didn’t have hands.

The blank pages stared tauntingly at him for overlooking this problem. He frowned.

His gaze moved down at the pen lying next to the journal, and he went over his options. Trying to use his paws would do nothing except succeed in making him look foolish, and even if he managed to wedge the pen between his paw, a dog’s leg wasn’t nearly flexible enough to write. This left his next option: using the pen with his mouth. His muzzle wrinkled at the thought, but he made to grab for the pen anyway.

Tilting his head to the right, Layton carefully picked it up between his teeth and brought it over the paper. He attempted to write a few words, but as he had to keep his head turned to the side to point the pen towards the journal, he couldn’t see what he was doing. Finished, he straightened and observed his work… only to be met with unintelligible scrawl.

He dropped the pen with a defeated sigh, which came out as a strange mix between a growl and a whine. He’d still made himself look foolish anyway.

“Umm, Professor? Do you… need help?”

Ah, and there was his last option. Layton turned around in his chair to see his trusted companion Luke (or was he the companion in this case?) sitting on one of the plush hotel beds, a concerned look on his face.

He knew it was the smarter choice to simply ask Luke to note down his thoughts from the beginning, but ever since his “change” he’s had to rely on the boy for mostly everything. On top of that, these newfound instincts had proved to be nothing but troublesome for both him and Luke (he still hadn’t forgiven himself for nearly running into traffic to catch a squirrel), and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for burdening the boy with it.

He’d be lying, however, if something else didn’t play a small part in it as well.

“Professor? Are you alright?”

Layton blinked, having gotten lost in thought. Luke leaned forward, more concerned than before. 

Concern…

That’s all Luke had shown during the whole day. Not pity, not annoyance, but genuine concern. Just as always, all the boy wanted to do was help.

Yet here you are, actively avoiding him for a simple task. All for what, to save a bit of your pride? Layton chided himself. That is not the way of a gentleman.

Swallowing whatever previous embarrassment he felt, the Professor gave his young friend the best equivalent of a smile he could manage with his muzzle.

“I’m fine, Luke,” He said, “and yes, I’d appreciate some help if you don’t mind.”

Luke beamed. “Of course not!”

Quickly jumping off the bed, Luke soon replaced Layton in the desk chair. He picked up the pen and looked down at the Professor, who sat dutifully by his side.

“What am I writing?” Luke asked.

“Just a few notes on the day’s events.” Layton barked.

As he spoke his thoughts, Luke would respond every now and then with his own, occasionally chuckling at a quip Layton would slip in. Pretty soon the two fell into a comfortable rhythm, the thump of a tail lightly hitting the ground going unnoticed.

[toherlover]

more fun here

pairing: din djarin x reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: after spending the last 3 weeks on a bounty, din decides to give you the day off, but personal space was the last thing you wanted after spending so much time alone. 

wordcount: 2.6k

warnings/tags: alcohol, drinking, language? maybe? i dont remember, lots of fluff, mutual pining, mostly from din’s pov 

A/N: hi so i have never actually posted a fic before oop. i have them i just ~dont share~ so this is something new to try for now! 

Mando jumped when the hatch fell open, shaken out of light sleep. His hand immediately fell to the blaster tucked into the holster but froze when he saw her trudging up the ramp. She was holding some sort of drink in one hand, her other arm held out to the side as if she was walking on a balance beam. The girl was muttering under her breath, obviously concentrating way too hard on not spilling whatever liquid was frothing in the glass. 

When she got to the hull of the Razor Crest she let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Hey Mando!” the girl yelled a little too loud, “I’m home!!”

The Mandalorian said nothing. She leaned against the frame and held the glass out to him, panting and starting to slide to the floor.

“I- I got one for-for you!”

He had given her the day to be off on her own, considering how safe the new system they’d landed in was known to be. Maker, she’d spent the last three weeks couped up in the crest by herself. Cabin fever had never really gotten to him, but when he came back this time, bounty flung over his shoulder, it was obvious that it had gotten to her. 

He’d felt bad telling her to stay on the ship and only run to the shop when necessary, especially when she butted back in argument. The girl probably didn’t realize it was for her own good, a protective measure. She had rolled her eyes in annoyance, but when Mando didn’t falter in his stance through the fight she reluctantly agreed. He hadn’t meant to leave her alone this long, he truly thought it’d be just over a week, and there was a pang of guilt in his chest for leaving her here like this. 

In his absence, the girl had thoroughly redecorated the ship. All sorts of… things, crafts, maker-knows-whats, were sitting atop crates, hung on the walls, clearly made using whatever she’d found rummaging through the spare parts bin and in the singular shop connected to the docking bay.

There was a string of little flickering lights hanging across the hull, pieced together from old console controls. It looked like she had sewed together some old fabrics to create some sort of rug, too. 

The girl herself was asleep on the floor, surrounded by papers covered in writing and doodles. It was a mess- whatever she’d been writing was scattered and out of order. The kid was tucked under her arm, completely limp and snoring quietly. They looked like they’d passed out on the spot, mid-activity, on the Crest’s floor. She was wearing an odd combination of clothing he’d never seen before, had she made them herself? The child had a crown woven out of old wires sitting on his head, a matching one had clearly slipped out of her hair.

Mando silently thanked the stars not only for the fact that she was asleep when he got back, but that he had a layer of beskar to hide the smile he couldn’t keep from inching across his face. When he’d hired her a few months back to watch the kid and help copilot as needed, the girl had seemed so harsh. Her knuckles were scarred and she sneered when she called him out on his shit. Which she seemed to love to do. 

In the cockpit, they’d sit in silence for hours, something the Mandalorian usually valued with others, but he wished she’d say something. Anything. Occasionally he’d feel her eyes trained on his helmet, or he’d glance back at her to see her clearly thinking deeply about something, but it was never a shared thought. It was quiet. 

He’d never admit to it, but he was terrified that she was scared of him. Maker, she’d seen him come back out of breath and dragging a body behind him. She was always standing by when he was at his worst, catching her flinch out of the corner of his eye didn’t make it any better. 

But there were moments. Moments he was sure she hadn’t noticed him watching. Moments when she was soft. There were little things. Like how she always gripped the armrest a little tighter and squeezed her eyes shut right before they landed, or how she places a gentle kiss on the kid’s head every night before tucking him in. He doubted she was aware, but she sticks her tongue out just a little bit and fiddles with her necklace when she’s concentrating. Sometimes she leaves little reminders around the ship for them both; they’re always signed with a smiley face at the end. 

There were a few times he’d caught her humming to herself and dancing around on her toes. She was graceful- he wasn’t expecting that. For a fighter pilot with such a callous attitude, she was so delicate. So he stayed back, knowing she’d stop the moment she knew he was there. 

Or how she left a third woven crown hanging from his seat in the cockpit. No, she didn’t wear a helmet, but it was pretty clear that she hid behind her own layer of beskar, too.

But they had never shared a moment like this: the girl slumped in the door frame, holding a drink out to him with a straw stuck in it. The child toddled over to her.

“Hey little dude!” she put the drink on the floor and held her arms out to him. “Look, sorry I’m back just a little smidgen of a bit late,” she said, words slurring, bopping him lightly on the nose. “I sorta kinda,” the girl’s voice didn’t get any quieter as she tried to whisper, “forgot where we were parked.” She shook her head and held a finger to her lips, “Don’t tell Mando.”

The Mandalorian let out a sigh loud enough to be heard through the vocoder and her head whipped around to face him. “I’m-” she started to get up, “I’m sorry I’m a little bit,” she held on to the wall as she stumbled forward, “a little bit late.” With a huff she gave up and sat back down on the floor, but continued to scootch herself closer to him, only stopping a foot or so before his feet. 

Still, he was silent, and the color seemed to drain from her face. Under the cold stare of his visor, she tucked her head back like a child expecting to be scolded. After a few moments, she glanced nervously around the room, looking anywhere besides where she knew his eyes would be. She couldn’t tell the man in front of her was doing everything in his power to stifle a laugh as she struggled to sit up straight. 

“Hey, so you’re actually a reeaallly quiet person,” she said softly, fidgeting a bit, “and I don’t know if you know or realize it or not, or if it’s on purpose, b- but when you go all quiet like this I really don’t know- I mean I’m terrible at reading the room anyways- but I can’t tell if you’re mad and I just-”

He cut her off. “I’m not mad.” Her face lit up slightly. Honestly, he wished he was angry. He should have been angry. His ship was a mess. But when she sat in front of him like this, he found it hard to be even the slightest bit irritated. He’d asked her to be back before nightfall, and for once she didn’t ask why or argue back. 

“Oh.” She smiled softly then leaned all the way back so that her head skimmed the floor. She reached behind her, grabbing the blue drink and sliding it forward as she sat back up. “It was fun. Probably not your scene, I don’t really know, but the music was good, you would have liked that. You should have come.”

With a sigh, the Mandalorian rose to his feet and held a hand out to her, offering to help her up. She smiled again and let him pull her to her feet, immediately placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. His hand landed on her waist to keep her upright. “I don’t really do parties.”

She looked up at him. Somehow, even in her intoxicated state, she always managed to look him directly in the eye. “Yeah, I know. Sorta figured. To be really honest with you though, neither do I, I just wanted to do something a little bit different, yah know?” 

“I know.”

They stood there in silence for a minute, then she rested her head against his chest. He froze. She’d never shown an ounce of affection, let alone stand together like this. He knew she was drunk. He guessed the girl wouldn’t remember this in the morning. But still, he held her tightly and savored the moment. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but she leaned against him anyway. 

“But the credits I’d give to see you dance in this tin-man suit,” she knocked on his chest and giggled. 

“I don’t really dance.”

“Liar. You can so dance. No way you’re that quiet and sneaky and can’t.” Her nose scrunched up as she scoffed at him, poking at his chest plate. “Me, however, whew, you really don’t know what you missed, shiny. You’re holding the worst dancer on this side of the galaxy.”

His head cocked to the side and he paused, watching her poke fun at herself, thinking of all the times he’d caught her tiptoeing around with the child. All the times she would sing quietly and swing her hips while out and about. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, “No I’ve seen you dance, you dance all the time.”

Her lips parted as a confused look fell across her face. He couldn’t fully read her expression, but it was clear a million thoughts were flooding her brain. He was instantly worried that he’d offended her. Not only had he invaded her privacy- he admitted it to her face. He worried she’d step away and the moment would end, that she’d go to bed and leave in the morning, taking her pay and her bag. But with one eyebrow raised and a soft smile playing across her face, she wrapped both arms around his neck. 

“So I guess you owe me one then, huh? I brought you back a drink and everything.”

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You picked up on his almost inaudible laugh even through the modulator. Sure, you’d had a few drinks. You had been a little past the point of tipsy as you neared the Crest, but you were coming to your senses now. Were you over-exaggerating your state of mind? Most indefinitely. You couldn’t help it, though. The last 3 weeks had been an absolute shit-show. 

You were fine until the end of the first week, then you started to get worried. The thought of him kept you up at night, so you told yourself that there was no way you could have possibly missed him. You only cared because this was your wellbeing now. I mean, before you got this position you spent every minute alone, too. This wasn’t any different. 

Except that it was. And you hated that it was. This was just supposed to be another job. Somehow this man in a metal suit had weaseled his way into a soft spot in your heart.

He’d been so patient. Sure, you knew how to fly a ship, and you’re not clueless when it comes to mechanics, but this ship was unlike anything you’d seen before. So he taught you. 

When he came back bloodied and bruised, he’d explain exactly what he needed you to do. In one instance he had gently guided your hand, slowly realizing he didn’t have to patch himself up anymore. Maybe he liked having you there. It was impossible to tell; maker, the few times you’d tried small talk it seemed to push him away even further. 

But you didn’t want him further away. 

You wanted him right here.

Figured that one out week two. 

Week three the kid decided you didn’t need sleep. He cried and whined until you hung up that makeshift strand of lights. Then he sat and stared up at them like they were the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. So you made more things to pass the time. And more. And more. 

You don’t even remember finally falling asleep, so waking up in the cot was a surprise. You slipped out of bed to figure out what was going on but stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him laugh.

The hatch to the cockpit was open, and from the low angle, you could just barely see the child sitting on the Mandalorian’s lap. 

“It looks cute on you, kid.” The baby giggled and reached out for his arms. The wire crown was sitting on his head again. “How does mine look?” 

The crown you barely remembered making for him during the third-week fever dream was clearly resting on his head, atop the helmet and all. The baby cooed.

When you landed he practically announced that the day was yours and you were free to go off and enjoy yourself. You thought about asking him to tag along but worried it’d be overstepping. Maker, the man had to have been just as, or even more, exhausted as you. Your pity didn’t run too deep, though. You knew it was selfish, but you hoped that maybe he’d want to be with you.

You tried your hardest to not seem disappointed when you turned to see him still in the hull as you strode down the gangway. You walked to clear your mind before popping into a cantina, which ended up being the center of life, and finding peace with the bottle. 

The buzz had almost completely worn off by now, and you were back. And he was back. And he was holding you like he couldn’t risk letting you go. 

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He looked down at her and let out a sigh. “Next time, sweet girl. We need to get you to bed before you’re out on the floor.”

Her face flushed pink at the sound of his words. Stars, at least he hoped that was why. He could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes asking, ‘sweet girl? When did you get so soft on me?’ 

She pushed up on her toes, flattening her body completely against his. Her arms were still around his neck, and he carefully brought his hands together behind her waist. Had he not been wearing the kriffing helmet he would have been able to feel her breath against his neck as she nestled herself impossibly closer. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered.

He gave a curt nod, his body stiff and tense under her.

“I wanted to leave the second after it started,” Her voice dropped even lower and her eyes fluttered shut, “... figured it’d be more fun here with you.” 

His heart stilled as he realized her invisible beskar helmet had been lifted. He hoped it fell from her shoulders and rolled down the ramp, was lost in the night, maybe even stolen by scavengers, never to be seen between the two of them again. 

She could feel his grip on her back tighten as his head relaxed onto her shoulder.    

“Tomorrow night we’ll stay in,” his voice was just loud enough to pass through the modulator.  

A smile crept across her face, “I’ll hold you to it, Mando.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

“I know.”

[maddpopcorn]

Frightful || kth

Taehyung x Male!Reader

Request: "request~~ taehyung x male!reader who gets frightened at one of the other members who did a prank on him. (reader is easily scared and often gets emotional after being scared) so instantly the male pouts before his eyes start to tear up, then taehyung comes in and see's. lol i feel like the scenario would be so cute and funny. tae would easily get over protective of the younger male and scold the member who scared him haha. try his best to comfort the male as well !!"

Warnings: some language, jump scares, morning kisses, emotional reader, Taehyung is protective, Taehyung is slightly pissed lmao

A/N: thank you so much for this request! Hope you enjoy! So incredibly sorry that this is so late!!! (editor madison here, why did i take so long, ridiculous)(editor Madison here again to say as much as I love this request, i lost inspo half-way through so my apologies for the mess you’re about to read)

A soft hand glides down your side and massages your hip as light feathery kisses are pressed into your shoulder. You stir, slightly squirming from the ticklish feeling. 

"Wake up, love," a deep, raspy voice whispers out by your ear. You smile at his voice, eyes still closed. The blanket around you moves as he pulls you in tighter, kissing your head gently. Squeezing your eyes shut a couple of times before they flutter open, you turn around to find your boyfriend softly smiling, staring at you with so much love that you swear you’ll melt right here and right now. The morning light peeking out between the curtains basks him in a gentle glow, turning him into even more of an angel than he already is.

"Hi," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him, sighing at his body heat.

“Hi,” Taehyung whispers back, pulling your body on top of him. Giggling, you situate yourself on his body, laying your head on his chest.

"Did you know that I love you?" he asks suddenly, tightening his grip on you.

Your smile widens and you squeeze him, placing a kiss on his chest where his heart lays. "And did you know that I love you, too?"

"Mm, say it again?" He teases. "I don't think I heard you the first time."

You prop yourself up and kiss him, mumbling against his lips, "I love you so much."

He smiles into the kiss. "Mmhmm, I love you, too."

A peaceful silence disperses throughout the room as you both lay there, enjoying each other’s presence. An occasional chirp from a bird outside delicately breaks the silence but other than that, it’s quiet. And it’s nice, especially with Taehyung’s busy schedule interrupting every chance you have to be alone with him. It’s almost too perfect, actually. And then you hear a crash emitting from outside the room and an apology follows soon after from who you can only assume is Namjoon, eliciting a chuckle out of you. Taehyung’s chest rumbles with laughter and he pats your ass, sliding out of your grip. You whine in protest, eliciting a chuckle out of him and he gives you a kiss as an apology.

"Come on, lazy bones, I'm hungry."

You smirk, reaching your hand out for him to take it. Once he does, you pull hard and he falls flat on your chest where all 4 of your limbs wrap around him like a koala. He laughs heartily and with a grunt, he pushes himself up with you still hanging onto him. You giggle and ultimately, allow him to pull you up, the cover falling off of you. Goosebumps litter your skin as the cold air hits you and you're quick to hop off him to steal his clothes. Bad decision on your part as your feet hit the cold floor. Hopping on your feet, you try your best to locate some fuzzy and warm slippers. Taehyung just chuckles as you throw on a pair of his sweat pants and slip into a pair of slippers, effectively protecting your feet. He opens the door and you follow him into the kitchen, your hands lacing together. 

Spotting Yoongi sitting on the stool, distracted by his phone, you greet him, "Good morning, hyung.” 

"Morning, Y/N," he grumbles into his cup, eyes barely open. He lazily grips his phone, playing on it with a cup of coffee, most likely an Americano, in the other. Grabbing a mug out of the cabinets, you fill your cup with coffee. Taehyung winces with a spoon in his mouth and a yogurt in his hand, placing a plat of cold fruit on the island. You playfully roll your eyes, adding the right amount of stuff to your coffee until it turns into your preferred type. Blowing on it, you quietly sip your beverage, leaning against the counter with Taehyung’s arm wrapped around your waist. The rest of the boys all pile into the kitchen, bickering as always.

“Morning, hyungs,” you say behind your cup, already amused and it’s not even 9 in the morning yet. “What is it this time?”

“Namjoon, once again, dropped the pretty vase in the hall,” Seokjin pouts, stomping the floor. “And once again, I’m gonna have to buy a new one.”

“Wasn’t my fault that it was in my way,” Namjoon weakly argues, suddenly interested in his feet. Seokjin mocks him, murmuring “not your fault my ass”. You snicker into your cup. Ahh, never a dull moment in BTS’ dorm. Continuing to drink your coffee, you watch as Seokjin and Jungkook start to “fight”.

“Ah, fight, fight, fight,” both you and Taehyung chant out, fists raised in the air.

“Betting my money on Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers to you, loud enough for Seokjin to hear and gasp before Jungkook neck chops him. 

You ponder, taking another sip and then nod. “Smart decision so I’m gonna bet my money on Seokjin hyung.”

“Thank you, Y/N!” He wheezes out with his head in a head lock, Jungkook furiously rubbing Jin’s head with his fist. “Finally, someone who has a brain.” You heartily laugh at the scene before you. Hoseok and Namjoon only shake their heads as they sit at the island counter by Yoongi, immediately taking pieces of fruit that Taehyung had laid out previously. Jimin comes over, sliding his arm around your shoulders in a side hug, nodding towards Jungkook and you know he’s placing his money on him as well. Taehyung and you both laugh as Jimin shamelessly checks his boyfriend out, whistling and rooting for him.

“Go, Kookie!” he shouts, pushing himself up on to the counter beside you. Immediately, he starts to swing his legs back and forth, playfully nudging your side with his foot. You swat at his feet in return, not really annoyed, making him giggle. After a minute or two of “fighting”, Seokjin raises his hands, making Jungkook release him from his grasp.

“It’s a tie,” he pants out, bending over and practically slaps his hands on his knees. “Definit-definitely a tie.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jungkook crosses his arms and snickers, “Yeah, sure, Jin hyung.” He strolls past Seokjin who is still bent over on his way out of the kitchen before saying something that has Seokjin gasping again in offense.

“But we all know I won.”

Before Seokjin could protest, Jungkook is already out of the kitchen and all you guys can do is double over in laughter as Seokjin stands there, mouth agape. He flares his nostrils and pouts, making his way over to Yoongi where he dramatically drapes himself over his boyfriend. “Rude. Does that boy know how much money I spend on his food alone?”

“I’m sure he realizes it, honey,” Yoongi mumbles, a small smile forming on his face at Seokjin’s antics. Seokjin only pouts more, mumbling a hundred words a minute all while Yoongi’s hand that was previously holding his phone slithers into his, squeezing every once in a while.

Speaking of phones, you had wanted to check Twitter and the news this morning. Patting your pockets, you realize your phone is still on the charger.

“Be right back,” you say, kissing Taehyung’s lips. He nods, chuckling at Seokjin’s rambles. Jimin slaps your butt with his foot when you pass him and you stick your tongue out in response. He only scrunches his nose back, eyes turning into crescents. Chuckling to yourself, you round the corner and jump up, hitting notes that you didn’t even think was possible. Your almost empty coffee cup goes flying, hitting the wall beside you with a bounce as Jungkook yells with his hands out, a fake rubber spider in them. You glare at him with a pout as he laughs, dropping the spider and clutching his sides.

"You're too-too easy to scare," he says, gasping for breath. He pretends to wipe a tear as you continue to pout, hand to chest to calm your breathing down. Not only are you still half asleep, even after your cup of coffee, you're also still in your feels after your little morning session with Taehyung. Feeling the familiar sensation of tears burning, Jungkook gets blurry as they threaten to spill. All you hear is an 'oh shit' before you smack his bicep, sniffling. He waves his hands in the air, panic in his eyes.

"Don't tell Taehyung-"

"Don't tell me what?"

You both turn around to find Taehyung leaning against the wall with your coffee cup in his hand. He glares at Jungkook as he spots you with your teary-eyed self. Setting down your cup, he rushes to you, pulling you into a bear hug. "Care to explain?"

"It was just a prank! I swear!" Jungkook immediately says, nervously laughing. "Right, Y/N?"

You don't say anything, your voice caught in your throat. Not wanting to embarrass yourself even more, you just bury your face into Taehyung's neck. All of the color drains from Jungkook's face when Taehyung curses at him, calling him a piece of spinach in the middle of his spew. The rest of the group files into the hall, the commotion attracting them. After realizing what happened, they bust out laughing as Taehyung roasts the hell out of Jungkook.

"And that is why you are indeed a piece of burnt cabbage. Hmph." He finishes, tugging you back towards his room with you chuckling at his insults. Jungkook's mouth twitches into a smile, knowing you and Taehyung aren't really mad at him as you give him a small smile.

"Sorry, Y/N!" He yells.

Seokjin shakes his head, eyeing the coffee dripping down the wall. “You’re cleaning this up.”

-

When you both get to your room, Taehyung pulls you down with him, both of your bodies hitting the bed with a soft thud. Cupping your cheeks, he wipes away the already drying tears, worry filling his eyes.

“You okay, babe?”

You sniff, nodding. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

He tilts his head, not quite believing you and gets up, determined to find something. You eye him, curious as to what he’s trying to do. Digging through a small box, he makes a sound as he pulls something out. Your eyes light up as he shows it to you. It’s your favorite movie, one that can make you feel 10x better the moment it shows the title. He smirks, putting it in the DVD player. Hopping back into the bed, he maneuvers you both until your body is flush against his under the covers. The title music fills the room and the movie begins.

“You’re the best, you know that?” you mumble, snuggling further into his chest, already feeling so much lighter.

He laughs, kissing the top of your head. “I know.”