#and can tell wich is wich at a glance

[yuukirita]

So you know how twins come up with there own language with each other I think bee and clif have This

Ye I explored some of that before a bit- in the baby bee au where Cliff is also at sub level 50

I'm not giving that au of an au of an au a tag of it's own...

Theres too many aus. It's just baby bee at this point

[vrystalius]

Hi. I know you're super busy and stuff with school and the events and all so no rush or anything (and we did kinda pm about it), but you recently did "Injured, but hiding" with Giyu and I was wonder if (when you have the time) you would be up for doing a Sanemi or Muzan version of that. I just find the concept intriguing. (I'm so not nice to these boys.) Anyway, it really isn't pressing but just if/when you have the time. Hope all is well and you are taking care of yourself. *hugs from afar*

Hiding an injury

You’re injured greatly after being foolishly attacked by some lower rank demon. In order to not appear like a helpless and weak human in front of your husband, you decided to hide it.

Pairing: Muzan x gn!reader

(Muzan sewing your wound)

Muzan knew the moment you stepped into his laboratory that you were injured. He needed just a small glance to know everything that needed to be known. You looked clean but your posture was hunched over, a small speck of blood on your shirt just right next to your collar. The sweet smell of blood surrounded you like a veil, urging and seducing Muzan to move closer and just ravage you all over. Despite being wounded. He smirked to himself and turned back to his experiments, waiting for you whine and tell him about your wound to please treat it for you. Since he was across the room, the severity of your wound wasn’t known to him yet.

Yet, you didn’t come to him. Instead, you dragged yourself to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. Curious, he thinks. Why not come to him first? Muzan’ll happily clean your wound and maybe take some blood samples to check on your general health as well while he’s at it. But no, you’re seemingly content taking care of yourself. Fine then. Already, his brows furrowed and a scowl tool over his face.

Meanwhile, you removed your shirt and inspected yourself in the mirror. The wound was done by a recently turned lower rank aggressively pouncing you. Its master’s smell was all over you but it attacked anyway, causing a rather large and still bleeding wound on your right shoulder. You hissed as you tried to disinfect it, but given its location it proved rather difficult. You didn’t want to go to your husband and whine about your little human pains. You knew that he hates the weak and you’re not sure if he’ll be too happy seeing the spouse he chose being so defenceless against a demon like that. Also, he’a probably busy.

But you are really struggling here, your wound refused to stop bleeding and the amount of towels you were using to try and stop it is already suspicious enough. Who knows if you’re ever going to get the colour and smell out of them? Your reflection in the mirror stared back in disappointment as you threw the bloody towels and shirt aside, opening the bathroom door. You stared at Muzan’s back and how neatly he is dressed, just like always; a black, beautifully patterned west, white button-up shirt, a black tie, his neatly ironed dress pants and shiny leather shoes. You slowly stepped forward, awkwardly fighting with your fingers behind him to wait until he’s finished with whatever he’s doing.

“You smell awfully bloody, darling. What happened?”

He never moved his gaze away from his vials, checking how the colour changed from red to a dark brown. You saw his neck tense by your silence wich made you quickly speak up.

“I-I need your help. Can you help me.. patch.. up?”

The last few words almost sounded forced as your words grew quieter and quieter. Muzan slowly turned to you, standing there, upper body bare. He saw some dried patches of blood reaching over your shoulder and simply raised an eyebrow. His hands slipped the vials back into their holders before turning around and paying his full attention to you now. His finger lifted and made a small spin, silently ordering you to turn around. You lowered your eyes in shame and spun your body slowly, exposing your wound to him. You heard his hands start to go through his desk and a lid of a vial popping off.

Muzan didn’t warn you before applying clean alcohol onto your wound. You suddenly reached behind you to grip onto his dress pangs so you can hold onto something while tanking the pain. You felt his anger brooding inside his body while cleansing your flesh-wound.

“I smell some lowly demon on you. Were you attacked?”

You nodded silently. He hummed before removing the alcohol-drenched cloth and placed it aside, now preparing a needle and a thread. Again, he didn’t warn you before sticking the needle into your skin, sewing your wound together. You cringed at the feeling. One of his hand was stretching the skin a little to make the puncturing of your skin easier. His thumb was softly caressing your shoulder, trying to comfort you silently.

“I’ll deal with whoever injured you, do not worry. Your wound is taken care off, I’ll just need to put some bandages in place.”

You knew his pride was hurt for not telling him sooner, but yet you’re thankful for his help. You nodded your head silently before being turned around by Muzan again. The bloody sewing needle was placed down onto the desk again, his hands resting on your shoulders. His face was awfully close to yours, wich would be romantic or comforting in other moments, but not in this one. In this moment, you felt his eyes ready to burn holes through you. You sensed his hurt pride and anger.

“Tell me in the future right away. I do not wish to see my wife perish so soon. Understood?”

Muzan’s eyes did not leave yours as his hands moved from your collarbone to your cheeks, giving them a small squish.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help but grin a little.

“Love you too. Sorry for not coming to you right away, I didn’t want to bother you.”

He scoffed and placed a kiss on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. His voice was much more hushed and affectionate now.

“Nonsense, you are no disturbance. Come to me whenever, dear. I’ll always welcome you. Now, be a good wife for me, will you? A kiss, on my lips. Please.”

Even if that magic word “please” was practically pressed out by forcing himself to say it, you happily obliged. One kiss on his lips, one kiss on his nose and one on both of his cheeks will do for now.

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Whumptober prompt: Injured, but hiding

Hello hello! I was planning on writing this anyway since you asked for it while were messaging (or at least expressed the wish to see a version of Injured but hiding with Sanemi or Muzan). I hoped you like it! I’m always super happy seeing you around so I really hope this made your request justice. Big, large bear hugs from afar! You’re one of the first people who began following my blog, so again, thank you for everything!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

My October event masterlist 🎃

[vortexbloom]

I just had the funniest idea, how would the HSR men react to their child's first word being a curse word, someone cursed while they were near the child.

Sounds Interesting hehe 😉

Btw I decided to pick some HSR men myself, since you didn’t specifically say wich characters you wanted.

But of course, you can tell me if you have a certain character in mind 😘

I also did it a bit different, but I hope you still like it 😅

Your child‘s first word is a curse word (Separate OneShots)

Pairing: Sampo Koski/Boothill/Jing Yuan x Female Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Curse Words, fluff

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

It was supposed to be a sweet moment. Your child, barely a year old, had been babbling for weeks, and you and Sampo had been eagerly waiting to hear their first real word. Would it be "Mama"? Maybe "Papa"? Something cute and wholesome?

And then, out of nowhere, your child looked up at you both, smiled sweetly, and—

"Shit!"

Silence.

You froze. Sampo, sitting across the room, nearly choked on his drink. The baby giggled as if they had just said the most normal thing in the world.

"…Sampo." Your voice was dangerously calm as you turned to your husband, who was now failing spectacularly at hiding his amusement.

"W-Whoa now, sweetheart," he said, hands raised in mock surrender, his lips twitching. "Let’s not jump to conclusions. I mean, kids pick up words from all kinds of places…"

You crossed your arms. "And I wonder where our child could’ve possibly learned that one."

Sampo cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. "Uh… maybe from me? Maybe not? Could be the wind, really! You know, the way words just kinda float through the air…"

Your glare intensified.

Sampo sighed, finally dropping the act and rubbing his temples. "Alright, alright. So maybe I might have, uh, let a few choice words slip now and then." He glanced at your child, who was now happily babbling nonsense, completely unaware of the chaos they’d just caused. "But, hey, at least the kid’s got good pronunciation, huh?"

"Sampo."

"Right, not the point." He grinned sheepishly and leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Tell you what—I’ll be real careful from now on. No more bad words from ol’ Sampo. Pinky promise."

You raised an eyebrow. "And what about the fact that our child’s first word wasn’t ‘Mama’ or ‘Papa’ but—"

"Yeah, yeah, I’ll make it up to you," he said quickly, waving you off before picking up your child. "Alright, little buddy, let’s try something else. Say 'Dad-da' C’mon, you can do it."

Your child blinked up at him, then grinned mischievously.

"…Shit!"

Sampo snorted, immediately turning away so you wouldn’t see him laugh. You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

This was going to be a long parenting journey.

The evening was peaceful in your little home, a rare moment of calm. You were rocking your child in your arms, their bright little eyes staring up at you as they cooed and babbled. Boothill sat nearby, his hat tipped slightly forward, watching with his usual laid-back grin.

You had been waiting for this moment for weeks. Your child had been making little sounds, but now…now was the time for their first real word.

And then, with the sweetest little voice—

"Damn."

Silence.

You slowly turned your head to look at Boothill. He blinked once, then pushed his hat up slightly to meet your stare. "Well, I’ll be damned."

"Boothill." Your voice was a warning.

He chuckled, shifting in his chair. "Aw, c’mon now, sugar. That’s a mighty fine word choice for a first, don’tcha think? Real strong. Real decisive."

"Booth, our child’s first word was a curse word," you said, exasperated.

He tilted his head, smirking. "Technically, 'damn' ain’t that bad. I mean, coulda been worse. Coulda been somethin’ I say when I get real mad."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Where do you think they even heard that from?"

Boothill leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Now, darlin’, we both know who they got it from." He tipped his head toward himself with a smirk. "Ain’t no use pretendin’ otherwise."

You shot him a glare. "And you’re proud of this?"

He laughed, standing up and walking over to you. "A little," he admitted, placing a hand on your shoulder. "But, tell ya what—I’ll make sure their second word’s a little more…parent-approved."

Boothill then leaned down to your child, who was still staring up at him with innocent curiosity. "Alright, sugarcube, how ‘bout somethin’ different? Try 'Mama.'"

Your child blinked, gurgled, then—

"Damn."

Boothill let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. "Well, shoot. Looks like this one’s got my spirit."

You groaned, covering your face with one hand while Boothill, entirely unbothered, took the baby into his arms. "Ain’t no worry, sweetheart. I’ll teach ‘em all the right words. Just…might take some time."

You sighed. You should have expected this. Raising a kid with Boothill was bound to be interesting, to say the least.

The grand hall of your home was unusually quiet, save for the soft crackling of incense and the distant hum of Xianzhou’s city life. Jing Yuan sat beside you, his long silver hair slightly tousled from a day of work, his golden eyes half-lidded with relaxation. Your child, nestled comfortably in his lap, babbled happily—small, incoherent sounds that made your heart swell.

For weeks, you had both been waiting for this moment. Jing Yuan, ever the patient and composed general, had taken his time encouraging your child to speak. He had whispered gentle words, taught them simple names, and had even placed small bets with you on what their first word would be.

"Perhaps it will be 'Daddy' or 'Mommy,'" he had mused one evening, a lazy smile on his lips. "Or maybe something amusing, like 'nap,' given how much they see me resting with them."

And now, finally, the moment arrived. Your child looked up at him with bright, eager eyes, opened their tiny mouth, and said—

"Fuck."

Silence.

You stared. Jing Yuan blinked. The baby giggled, seemingly proud of themselves.

"…Hm." The general cleared his throat, adjusting his grip on the child as if that would somehow reset reality. "I see."

You pressed your fingers against your temple, exhaling sharply. "Jing Yuan."

He turned his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable—except for the unmistakable glint of amusement in his eyes. "Now, my dear, let’s not be too hasty in placing blame."

You crossed your arms. "Who do you think they learned that from?"

He sighed, but his smirk betrayed him. "Admittedly…there may have been a few instances where I expressed my frustration in less-than-graceful terms."

"Oh? A few instances?"

Jing Yuan chuckled, shifting your child so they were facing him properly. "My little star," he said softly, his voice full of warmth, "how about we try something else? Perhaps 'Daddy'? Or 'Mommy'?"

Your child tilted their head, as if considering, before gleefully repeating, "Fuck!"

Jing Yuan, the great and respected Cloud Knight General, sighed in resignation. "This…is quite the predicament."

You smirked. "What happened to all that wisdom and patience? You look defeated, General."

He let out a deep chuckle, placing a hand over his forehead in mock exhaustion. "This may very well be my most humbling battle yet."

You reached over, gently taking your child from him, shaking your head with amusement. "Well, you get to fix it."

Jing Yuan smiled, watching as the baby clung to you happily. He leaned back, arms crossed, eyes twinkling with something unreadable.

"Of course," he murmured, voice filled with amusement and something softer—something utterly devoted. "But regardless of the words they choose…they are still our greatest treasure."

And despite yourself, despite the chaos and the mischief, you couldn’t help but agree.

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[ha-rinrin]

dont even know how to name this because of how short it is, im sorry if i disappeared. ​​i've been busy trying to fixing the past fics (wich are long as hell) and also making the new one. Jinx x f!reader word count:468 just a cute cheesy moment between you and jinx ^^

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The hum of machinery echoes through Jinx’s hideout, a space filled with scattered tools, colorful graffiti, and half-finished inventions. You’re lying on an old couch, watching Jinx as she fiddles with some wires at her workbench. Her blue braids sway as she moves, the vibrant colors of the neon lights casting playful shadows across the room.

"You're staring," Jinx says without turning around, her voice teasing.

You smirk. "I can't help it. You’re distracting."

Jinx throws a glance over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with that familiar mischievous spark. "I’m always distracting."

You chuckle, but before you can respond, she whips around, tossing something small in your direction. Instinctively, you catch it— just for it to be one of her glitter bombs, you trow it in the air before it can explode, keeping yourself tidy while the glitter fell down like snow .

“Really, Jinx?” you laugh, admiring the show her bomb just made.

She crosses the room with a grin and sits down on your lap. "Hey, I’m trying to keep things exciting. Don’t want you getting bored of me."

You put your hands on her waist, pulling her close. "Like I could ever get bored of you."

Jinx leans her head against your shoulder, burying her head in the crook of your neck, her fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes on your arm. The loud, chaotic energy that usually surrounds her feels distant now, replaced by a quiet calm as the two of you settle into the moment. Despite the wild nature she’s known for, it’s in moments like these—when it’s just the two of you—that she lets her guard down.

“I don’t get it,” she mumbles after a while, her voice softer than usual.

“Don’t get what?”

“How you’re always so… calm around me. I’m a walking disaster.”

You tilt her chin up gently, meeting her eyes. "Because I know the real you, Jinx. The one who’s more than just explosions and chaos. You’re brilliant, creative… and yeah, a little crazy. But I love every bit of it."

A flicker of vulnerability flashes in her eyes, but it quickly fades as she smirks, pushing her lips into a mock pout. “Love, huh? Now you’ve gone and made it all sappy.”

You roll your eyes with a grin, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. The teasing moment gives way to something deeper, a warmth settling between you as her hands find their way to your neck, pulling you closer. It’s messy, electric—just like her—and yet there’s an unmistakable tenderness in the way her lips move against yours.

When you finally pull back, Jinx’s smirk returns, her playful tone breaking the intimacy but not the connection. “Fine, fine. I guess I love you too. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? Gotta keep up my dangerous reputation.”

[yoyomomiko]

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Pairings: Muichiro x Ghost!F!reader

Summary: After you died, your soul got tied to the place you've been killed at. You were stuck there, roaming around the beautiful lake. But what happens when someone notices you?

Warnings: The word "dead"; GHOST!reader

(A/N): Finally I got done with this one, and I hope to manage finishing the rest!! Currently working on Witch!Shinobu x reader, wich will take some time!! This was a little awkward and may have some mistakes, it was a bit rushed >.< -> halloween m.list

The moon shined down the lake, a silver hue decorating the sparkling water. It was a beautiful sight, one that no one could miss. The night was quiet, the only sound was the trembling leaves each time a gust of wind came by.

Muichiro was on his mission, in a small, simple village with kind people. The view there was like no other, full of clear rivers and amazing mountains and so many more.

His eyes admired the moon, lost in a daze, busy with his clouding thoughts.

In fact, he was so busy that he didn't even notice the presence lurking by.

You were used to this. Seeing other living people happily admire the lovely sky and the moving clouds. You, on the other hand, was almost sick of it. You've seen others hold hands, kiss, love each other, show so much affection, to the point you would cringe.

You hated it. Hated being stuck here, not being able to roam the other places that Earth holds.

But right now... You stood back and admired, right behind the boy.

Except your gaze wasn't on the moon or the lake itself. It was on him. His long hair and his mesmerizing teal eyes almost hypnotized you.

You took a few steps closer, now right next to him, glancing at the moon for a quick second before turning your eyes back at the boy. You liked the way that the moonlight would shine right down on his face.

That's when he noticed that someone was staring at him, too long for his liking, an uncomfortable feeling.

He turned his head around, but you ignored his action, still scanning his attractive face. It wasn't like he could see you anyways.

"Can I... Help you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, his body still facing the lake yet his head now facing you, right beside him.

If you weren't dead, your breath would hitch and get stuck in your throat. You brows raised and your eyes widened, shocked upon the realization that he could, in fact, see you.

"How... Can you see me?" You questioned, your hand gently coming up to your lips as you stood there and stared in surprise.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice hushed and barely above a whisper.

"You can see me. Nobody ever has before..." You explained, glancing down at the ground before returning your gaze back to him.

His lips parted slightly, almost letting out a gasp as he took a small step back, earning a frown from you.

"You're... Dead?" He asked, his voice slightly higher. He felt nervous, awkward even. He never believed in such things, always thinking they were stupid stories to scare little kids.

You only nodded your head. It was your fault for blowing it all, really... You could've maybe stayed behind him, or maybe lie to him, but you just had to mess it up.

"A ghost?" His tone was now quiet once more, only making your mind dizzy.

"Yes, I am..." You confirmed, slowly nodding your head in the process. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. If you were a living being, your cheeks would for sure heat up.

Muichiro didn't know what to say. He was shocked, to say the least. But he was also amazed, interested, actually. Nobody would believe him if he tried telling anyone. He's never seen something like this, or even thought of it for that matter.

You looked ethereal. Muichiro couldn't help but observe your features, completely lost. He felt special for seeing you, probably one of the first human to notice you in a long time.

"That's amazing." He noted, still staring at you.

Your gaze went back to him, eyes widening as your lips parted. You placed a hand on your cheek and felt the corners of your lips tug upwards, almost smiling.

You haven't done that in a while.

"You're not... Scared?"

"No... I don't. What is there to fear?" He asked, trying to keep the picture of your face imprinted in his mind.

"I'm not alive, I'm... Dead, there's a lot of it to fear." You informed, gazing up at the moon quickly before turning back to him.

"You don't scare me." He stated simply, tilting his head to the side yet again. He was adorable when doing so, you could almost feel butterflies in your stomach. If you even had one...

An idea popped up in your head. You wanted to try something, something that you've wanted to do for a long time now.

Your hand slowly made its way to Muichiro's, gently grazing it. You could touch him, you could touch a living being! You've never done it before, ever since you died. It was something you missed dearly, and the feeling of his warm hand across your cold skin was heavenly.

He didn't say anything, only turning to look back at the moon, letting you peacefully hold his hand. Your head also turned to stare at the view and the way it shined down onto the lake.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Hm?" You turned to him, genuinely curious about what he meant.

"The moon." He added, his gaze glued to the dark sky.

"I suppose so..." You whispered, copying his action and silently watch the sight.

"The moon looks beautiful tonight." He stated again, not looking at the moon anymore, although you couldn't notice it.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

How about some romantic reader x Miu Iruma headcanons with the prompt “Reader has the complete opposite personality”?

S/O with a complete opposite personality

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Miu Iruma ]

[ Danganronpa v3 Killing Harmony ]

I put quite some thought on this because i feel like Miu's personality is a bit complex but I did have a lot of fun writing this!

Thanks for requesting this dear annon, I hope you enjoy it <3

In all honestly it has being a complete surprise for everyone to see Miu dating someone who is the complete opposite, someone who, unlike her, is more introvert and reserve (maybe even slighly shy when it comes to talk about your relationship and the intimacy), but for Miu is all those diferences what make you so lovable and, at the end, what make her even feel safe!

From the outside and at first glance it almost look like a comedy duo for how loud Miu is, always keeping her voice up when talking about how amazing, beautiful and hot her partner is, causing you to glare at her for making you pass such embarrasing situation, while Miu is constantly getting in troubles and bothering others you are at her side with the more serious expression, already given up on trying to make her less noisy and sometimes even apologizing for her

While Miu can be vulgar and too open with her sexuality you are more reserved in that kind stuff and in public go more for the gentleman side, being quite cheesy and extremely respectful, wich she absolutely hates but also loves, it makes her feel uncharacteristicaly shy and flustered but she wishes you would give her what she wants (she doesn't really complains tho, she loves the way you treat her and is quite obvious by her blush and sutter)

It is thanks for those diferences that Miu look up at you, you definetly look more mature and serious, solving the problems she tent to get in with ease without even fighting, unlike her who gets easily scared whenever someone directly call her out you stand on the ground with confidence and don't back off, defending yourself with ease or even accepting your error and apologizing if needed without even losing your cool, wich, at the end, Miu finds incredibly hot and will not doubt on telling you (but it is problematic when she is involved in the problem because she is either scare or don't want to admit her error)

Since you are definetly more mature than her she normally follows what you say when she has troubles, she does feel really safe at your side so she end up relaying a lot on you and as long as you are fine with it then Miu has no reason to not do it, besides she is incredibly affectionate and clingy whenever she isn't working, and if you end up feeling shy and get flustered because of her attitude she will totally try to take advantage of that, Miu would love to make you shy or embarrassed when being all over you, hopefuly she will get what she wants (although, over time she gets used to do it only in private because she doesn't want to get scolded by you)

Still, despite the diferences there is no doubt on your love, even if it may seem like you can be bothered by Miu's attitude she always makes sure you never forget how serious and sincere her feelings are, mainly reminding you whenever you two are alone or indirectly

[itskattkm]

New York New Rules Pt. 8

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut, mental health, blood

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

A/N: as promised the new chapter. I’m sorry it turned out pretty short. Even tho I have the plot and ending and everything already planned I felt some writers Block at this part of the story. I hope you guys can still enjoy. And I try my best in the next chapter. But I can’t tell when it comes out. Maybe I find some motivation and time over the holidays soon. Love - Kat

Sam POV

I made a last pull on my cigarette before Danny came to me and tried to comfort me. I dropped the cigarette and extinguished it with my boot. "someone took our knives..." I started and played the situation in the kitchen in my head again and again. I had often felt betrayed but that moment... was one of the highlites. "I don't know who to trust" I whispered and Danny gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead "then don't trust anyone. Not them, not me Sam" one last time I looked in his eyes before he left. Now that my view was clear, my eyes fell on Tara and Mindy who were sitting in the back of the ambulance. But they were not alone. Y/N... what was she looking for here? She should be in the hospital. I watched her calmly. Her forearm was still bandaged, just like Taras back then. So of course she could leave the hospital if she wanted to. Mindy reluctantly hugged her and in the way Y/N held Mindy I could see that she probably needed this hug more than Mindy herself. Her eyes were slightly reddish when she wanted to check on Anika but she had been driven ti the hospital already.

"She said anything?" I asked when I noticed Tara next to me and we watched Y/N together. Seriously and with a cool tone, she said "In fact, I texted her about what happened, but she was surprisingly fast here... maybe she came here with Kirby" slowly I turned to Tara and looked at her without emotion when I whispered "there was second ghostface... but he had helped Anika" Tara tried not to show any reaction so that no one would notice it, but her eyes widened "I also saw a second ghostface, I wanted to go back to the apartment and met him. But he didn't seem to care about me and he didn't want to let me into the apartment" what? Thought Sam.

That was new... Mindy was right. In this franchise, everything was damn possible. I bit my teeth slightly and looked back at Y/N "we have to find out what Kirby and Y/N supervision has to do" Tara followed my look and said coldly "I'm working on it" I nodded to her in agreement and looked back to the alley when a crying attracted my attention to me. Bailey.

Y/N a few minutes ago

Slightly out of breath, I reached the crime scene outside. Almost panicked, I searched for the faces of the Woodsborrow Gang and was more than relieved when I saw Tara and Mindy in the ambulance. With quick steps I ran towards her, few tears in the eyes "hey..." I said quietly.

Tara's gaze hit mine first. She was surprised almost beaten in the face when I pushed all thoughts and feelings aside and took her firmly in my arms. To my surprise, she replied, but only hesitantly. "I just had to come here," I said and detached myself from Tara. We briefly exchanged glances that I could not interpret at that moment that all I could feel and perceive right now was a mixture of worry and deafness. I looked at Mindy and took a step towards her. Silence... we stared at each other longer. Nobody knew what to say. One thing was clear, I was still mad at Mindy... the last few days she hadn’t been a good friend to me but I didn't care right now. On the other hand, Mindy probably only thought again about whether she could trust me.

She sighed as she got up and squeezed me tight. With all the strength I had, I put my arms firmly around her. I had forgotten how good a hug could feel. "How is Anika..?" I asked and managed to hold back my tears. Our embrace easily dissolved when we looked at each other calmly. Mindy's look was now much gentler and friendlier again. The last few hours I only got cold, skeptical and reproachful glances from her.

"They just left, she lost a lot of blood" I nodded "we should go back to the hospital right away" she nodded to me silently and said after a short rest "I'm sorry... I was quite a bitch" I had to laugh "yes and what a one!" With a raised eyebrow she looked at me "but I can totally understand you minds... believe me" now she had to laugh a little and squeezed me again.

And then I felt Mindy squeeze me tighter. It kinda showed me that she was suddenly mega pissed on and shortly afterwards I also knew why.

"I heard what happened, are you okay?" I heard a way too nice voice say. Mindy and I dissolved our hug and I turned around. When my and Ethan's eyes met, I recognized slight confusion in them, but before he could further reveal his reaction, Chad already pushed him furiously against one of the vans on the street and asked "where the hell have you been!"

I turned around. Lost in my mind. I looked down on the asphalt.

Why did Ethan look so surprised. I had to admit that only his eyes had betrayed him. But what did that mean? Didn't he expect me? My thoughts became wilder. Pictures of all events played out like a quick movie in my head when I tried to understand.

Ethan hasn't been at the hospital.

Maybe he was the one who attacked me? I wasn’t sure. But I had a bad feeling about that guy.

"Y/N... your coming?" A voice got me out of my thoughts. I looked up and looked into dark exhausted eyes. But there was so much more. So much more and I couldn't see it exactly.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Tara was about to say something when suddenly Gale interrupted us saying

"I need to show you guys something".

So in the next moments I saw us following Gale, while she kept discussing with Kirby how to do to a proper job and telling Kirby how she didn't new about the place she wanted to show us. I was staying beside Kirby. Tara and Sam behind me. While Mindy and Chad where also right behind us with Ethan and the rest.

[littlelightfish]

As a member of Mickbell Nation, and a honorary member of Kuro Nation, for Kuro's and Mick's sake I will speak up. I loved this scene on anime.

When they arrive to the island, the first thing Mickbell does is go to the window and try see outside. He can barely see anything aside the sky color, that's why he wonders what time is it. Kuro leans towards him, or is looking outside the window, or both, I can't really tell. Here we can see that Mickbell could tiptoe and try to see outside, but I believe he doesn't because: a) he'd still be too short to see and knows it and/or b)he is expecting Kuro to hear him.

Now, he could be just wondering and looking outside with no real wanting of looking outside further (he's ok with just looking at the sky), but his body language tells he wants to peek outside.

THEN he picks up Mickbell without him asking Kuro to do so. Kuro sees his small friend who can't get the vew strugling and decides that he would lift him up to see. He could have just told him "it's dawn", but he decides, without no-one asking him to do so, to do this. Did Mickbell expected this to happen? Yes, you can see it on his face. He's quite happy being lifted up to see outside the window.

This is meant to show that, even tho Mickbell is his boss, Kuro very much does what he wants. Wich is often what Mickbell wants. Because they know each other so well that Mick can be certain that if Kuro hears him, not even complaining, but wondering what time is it, he would be picked up to see by himself.

On anime, it happens backwards. The first thing we see is Kuro lifting him up. It takes off the sweetness of "oh, he can't see, I'll help him" that we get when Mick asks first and Kuro lifts second. Even when we still get the message if we look at this images, it's not quite the same. At least at first glance. But... Isn't it lovely that he looks at his short ass friend, thinks "is he trying to look outside? He can't, he's too short. I'll help him". And the little surprise on Mick's face? It gives that Mick wasn't expecting this care. He was just looking outside with thia "Well I can't see shit, I wish I was taller sometimes" look in his eyes. Then he gets just a tiny bit surprised as he feels hands grabbing him, but nothing else. He's so used to this he doesn't even turn around to see who picked him up. He alredy knows.

Here, Kuro looks at him, Mick is trying to look outside with not a word. I at first didn't liked that he sayed nothing. The idea was that Mickbell, knowing how his friend would react, sayed something. Bit the "up we go" Kuro tells him as he lifts him up its everything I needed to keep on the living laughing loving.

And after he can see outside he wonders what time is it. Wich... is a bit wierd... Because he now can see, not only how the sky is, but how the town down there is. It's not dificult to know if it's dusk or dawn by looking at the people on the streets.

So yes, me (detail-obsessed fish) is quite happy with the comeout after a bit of analysis. But I still feel it could've been better to leave as it was on the manga.

[snailsnaps]

Part 2 of a Computer Science student's analysis of the FNAF: SB intro

Full with tech lingo, abundant personal interpretations, and translations so that my tech illiterate fellas may undertand whatever the fuck im yapping about!

This post is written under the context that you've read my last analysis. I highly recommend you first check out these two posts before continuing with this one if you haven't already: > First post + Continuation ( IMPORTANT!! ) > An addition to the first post

Once you've read through those two (three?) posts, come back here! You're back? You've read them? Awesome! Let's begin then. =)

Reminder! This analysis has been done based off of my own understanding of the subject of both computing and programming - which I am currently studying. I would also like to yet again shout out this reddit post, that also gives a great perspective. Definitely check it out if you're interested later!

Also I have not re-read this, you may find typos - don't hold it against me, they will be fixed, someday =(

Now then, fellas, this is where shit gets wild.

Last post, I talked about the command box we can see at the top right corner of the intro - what each command did and how it basically corresponded to what happens to freddy in the events of the intro.

However, you might recall I mentioned a second command box, the one found at the left side of the screen. This command box is by far the most important piece of information we have throughout the entire duration of the intro. Mostly, because it changes 3 times.

It changes a total of 3 times in the time it takes for the right command box to finish.

Each time it changes, it displays new lines of code. And every single line of code it displays, tells us a lot about what is happening to Freddy.

This is the first block of code that we get:

system32> Get-568_win heat_869%yTnu_bl8 lvl_b> 228.wst serial.dot_btb rec.556> dtd /

You might inmediately realize that the first line of code from this command box matches exactly the one from the first analysis. Here are both of them as comparison.

Hopefully, you've already made the connection. This command box is the one possibly being run by the Glitchtrap/Vanny Virus. Whatever lines of code appear on the command box to the left, are the ones being executed by the Virus - and they affect Freddy in real time. However, the command box on the right ir Freddy's, so to speak.

Both CLI (command line interfaces) are being run at the same time - yet independently of one another. Keep this in mind.

I don't want to go too in depth with this first block of code. All you need to know is that it moves around some directories and runs something called 'dtd', wich could be a command or a program.

The next two blocks of code, however? Ohhh damn... This is it, fellas. This is what I've been waiting for.

Now, I want you to know that this doesn't quite resemble any 'real' code, at least not at first glance. I do believe that it is a very 'condensed' form of the Python programming language, since the syntaxing of the commands shown here somewhat resemble how a string written in Python would look like.

So, I have taken the time to try to decipher what each line means, and what they do. And well, let's just say it explains why Freddy wasn't affected by the Virus in the first place.

def rule(x) return warning78 init; self_overdrive abort(3)RTLKt abort(5)XGE END

This is the second block of code that we're shown, so lets break it down.

def rule(x) return warning78 init;

This string would define "rule" as a function, specifying "x" as the parameter. Basically, this line specifies that if the command rule is inputted, it should return whatever value (or argument) x has taken.

Normally, define is followed by a return function, which is why I've shown them together, as well as the init; command.

The command return followed by "warning78", makes it so whenever we call upon the function rule, it shows us whatever warning78 may be - and judging as to what happens in the intro, it could be any of the multiple warnings that appear in Freddy's GUI. Or it could also easily be the big "WARNING!" message that can be seen the entire time near the top of the screen.

Lastly, the init; command isn't exactly a standardized python command - but it is a common abreviation of the initialization command, where in the field of programming, it means "the assignment of an initial value for a data object or variable". Basically, it's when you assign the initial values and variables to a program so it can start.

All in all, these three lines create a command that, when called upon, gives out the warning78.

self_overdrive

Again, not really a python function, but important nontheless. This command doesn't have a specific meaning, but we can try to understand what it does.

The term overdrive doesn't really exist in the field of computing/programming. However, it is asociated with overclocking - "the practice of increasing the clock rate of a computer to exceed that certified by the manufacturer" - Overdrive is also a term in the field of music, also known as distorsion, which is when you force an amplifier to output past its limits.

Both of these definitions go around the same concept, pushing a computer to its limits so that it works better, or faster - even while it possibly damages the computer.

We can then assume that the function self_overdrive is making Freddy's system run pasts its usual limits. Which is why I believe Freddy's integrity level plumits during the intro.

abort(3)RTLKt abort(5)XGE END

Lastly, we have these three lines.

The abort function isn't a real python function - but I believe you can asume what it does. Both lines are attempting to kill something - a program, a process, another function... However, I am not sure wether these two are really functions, since they could very easily be error handling messages. Essencially, warning messages that the system returns when something crashes, for example.

The last line, END, specifies the end of this string of code.

Which leads us to the third and last block of code. The one which in my professional opinion, is the one that reveals to us why Freddy's cool with us during Security Breach! =]

report.NULL gridlock [ax674] init_task>void alloc [overload] SW.failure return /

THIS IS WHAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, FRIENDS. THIS IS IT. This is the part where I had the most fun with this analysis...

report.NULL

Now, usually report, in the field of programming and software, it means to record or log something. For example an error log, or crash log. However, it being followed by NULL could also mean that this is an error handling message of sorts.

In computing, Null is, well, zero. It's nothing. It's the absence of value, when something that should be there, isn't.

From this, we could gather that this is a warning message that attempted to report something, yet failed to find anything to report back. No value at all.

...or, we could take this line literally. Taking into consideration that this code is being executed by the virus - this line of code could be taken as an attempt by the virus to stop Freddy's system from freaking out.

Remember that this entire code is being executed as Freddy's actively getting a big flashing WARNING! message. So, this line of code could be an effort to silence it, returning a null value to a warning message.

Both scenarios are plausible, so stick with the one you think fits best!

gridlock [ax674]

This one... man... this line was wild. It's where everything clicked for me. You will want to ignore the characters [ax674], what we truly care about is the first word: gridlock.

You see, a gridlock isn't really a term used in computing at all. It is a term refering to a "severe congestion of traffic, where continuous queues of vehicles block an entire intersection". HOWEVER, gridlock is also known as another term for deadlock.

A deadlock is what's known as a stalemate. A situation where two opposing parties come to a point where no progress can be made. In programming, it means basically the same thing.

A situation where two processes can't proceed, since both of them are waiting for the other to release a resource. Now, imagine this scenario. We have two processes, A and B, and two resources, R1 and R2.

Process A is currently using resource R1.

Process B is currently using resource R2.

Process A requests resource R2, but is blocked because it's held by Process B.

Process B requests resource R1, but is blocked because it's held by Process A.

Now... imagine this situation, but with Freddy, and the virus.

What we most likely have here, the line gridlock [ax674], is an error handling message, warning that a deadlock is ocurring. The string of characters beside it has no meaning, and could easily be but an error handling code of sorts.

init_task>void

I've explained before that init is the abreviation of initialization. So, we can gather that this is a command that is attempting to initialize a task. Now then, in the context of the previous line, this one could mean one of two things:

The virus is attempting to initialize a task (a set of instructions) called void.

The virus is attempting to initialize a task, however, due to the deadlock, it returns this line as an error message, indicating a void return. In programming, when a function returns the word void, it usually means that the function was not able to return a value. It is similar to Null, yet not the same.

Either of these could be a posibility, so I will leave it to your personal interpretation.

And here it when it all goes to hell...

alloc [overload] SW.failure return

Alloc is not a real function, but it can be considered an abreviation of the word allocation. In computing, the allocation is the assignment of memory and resources to the various processes the system may have.

Proper memory and resource allocation is very important in a computer. As you may know, a computer as a limited amount of RAM it can work with, and the same goes for it's processing power. But, for example, what happens when you try to allocate resources that aren't available?

Well, a lot of things may happen. Mainly, the program could hang, the process could freeze - or the entire system could crash!

Remember earlier, we saw that it was likely that Freddy and the virus were in a deadlock. Yet, the Virus tried to allocate more resources to itself... Which overloaded the system, and likely resulted in the next line.

SW.failure has no real meaning - but I've interpreted the first two characters [SW] as software. This would make this line an error message warning about a software failure.

So... What does this all mean? How does it all tie together? Why didn't Freddy get infected by the Virus? Because it got too greedy. It tried to allocate too many resources/memory, overloaded the system and crashed both itself and Freddy.

Why only Freddy, though? Why didn't this happen to the other animatronics? That... I'm not sure. I believe this is more of a lore question rather than computer question.

In my opinion, I don't think this was a case of 'Freddy knew that he was getting infected by a virus, and fought back'. I'm leaning more to the posibility of it being a 'wrong place wrong time' type of situation... or maybe 'right place right time'? In general, a lot of factors and a lot of different things happened that lead to this specific scenario happening.

Anyways, this is it! This has been my analysis - or nerdy infodumping, if you please.

I do hope that I was able to teach you something today, and that this whole analysis helps you understand the animatronics a bit better - and helps you with future fanfics, comics, AUs, artworks... whatever!

One last reminder - if you have any more questions about this stuff, my ask box is open! I love talking about this stuff!!

Oh, and, coming soon...

DJMM's Bouncer Mode ! A theory by a computer science student as to why it's still present, and why it makes him so aggressive.

[justanothersanjilover]

One Piece Modern Gym Au Wip (Part 12)

“What should I wear? A casual shirt…or something formal…or…”

“Zoro, honey,” Nami went over to cup his face so she’d finally get his attention - after he rambled on about clothes for the last twenty minutes. “I don't think he gives a fuck what you wear. Just wear what feels comfortable. You aren't going in a restaurant, you meet him at home.”

“I know…I…” Zoro grabbed Nami's wrist, seemingly holding onto them for dear life. “I can’t remember a time I was that nervous.”

“Well, I don't think you have to be.”

“But it’s Sanji!” Zoro closed his eyes.

“I know and that's why you don't have to be nervous! He sees you all sweaty and gross almost every single day! You don't have to impress him, dumbass!”

She squished his cheeks a bit before letting got and walking back to her desk. Zoro stood there like he didn't know what to do or say.

“Look, if you want I can come over to yours and help you pick an outfit and do your hair,” she offered. “Sounds good?”

Zoro nodded furiously and went in for a tight hug.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against her hair. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it.” Laughing she patted his back.

~ a few days later ~

Nami stood in front of Zoro’s wardrobe and looked through his clothes. She searched for a specific shirt Sanji had said he liked and found it after a few moments. It was black pants with huge pockets on the side of the leg and a simple white shirt, short sleeves and three buttons in the front. It actually looked really good on him - made his muscles pop out by the way it stretched over his body. Nami smirked to herself as Zoro walked back into the room after changing.

“Sit down and let me do your hair.”

Zoro obeyed within a blink and Nami styled his hair with some quick moves and a bit of hair wax. She combed it back to give him that “mafia boss style” she always had loved to see on him.

“Sanji is going to love this!” Nami smiled as she watched Zoro taking a closer look of himself in the mirror.

“You think? I look like we both are going on a date,” Zoro mumbled, throwing a glance over his shoulder.

“Nope, if we would go on a date you’d wear that expensive as shit suit hanging in your wardrobe and catching dust!”

Zoro made a face like he was in physical pain by the sheer mention of the suit.

“You, my good Sir, look perfect for going to Sanji’s.”

Zoro took another deep breath and nodded. Then he gestured for the door and Nami walked out of his bedroom.

“Is it even a date? Or just two friends hanging out?” Nami wanted to know, looking Zoro up and down for a last time.

“I don't know…we didn't specify it.”

“Either way, you look good. So don't worry! And if it gets weird, just crack one of your stupid jokes.”

They both laughed, knowing how much Sanji hated Zoro’s stupid jokes and how much he actually loved them. He chuckled because if he’d laugh, he would spill his very, not well-kept secret.

The ride to Sanji’s place was calm in the beginning. Zoro drove Nami home so he had to make sure not to go fast with his motorcycle. She didn't like it when he sped through the streets. But once she was off and the spare helmet was placed back in the tail bag, Zoro practically flew through the streets. He loved the speed and the adrenaline pulsing through his body and it was a good way to calm his racing mind. He got his navigation on so he wouldn't get lost on the way but actually managed to take a wrong turn twice.

Finally standing in front of the house complex for wich Sanji texted him the location, he checked again if he was at the right place. He was. Zoro blinked up to the last floor as he pressed some buttons on his phone.

“You lost?”

“Nami…do you know where Sanji lives?”

“No? He send you the address! I swear to all that's good, Zoro! Don't tell me you actually got lost! I put the easiest route into the navigator!”

Zoro pulled the phone from his ear, snapped a pic, and sent it to Nami.

“Hold on, someone…holly fuck! That's...that…”

“Yeah, it’s just the most expensive house complex in the whole town!”

Zoro heard Nami starting to babble on about that Sanji must be rich and that she’ll lower his income. Knowing she soon would go over to planning how to get some of the money Sanji - supposedly - had, Zoro hung up and put his phone back in his pocket.

He walked over to see where Sanji lived but didn't find Black on the list of names by the door. Raising a eyebrow he did see just the number three on the last floor. Would fit Sanji even if he didn't know why he would put a number instead of his name.

He pushed the button beside the number and waited.

“Yeah?” Sanji’s voice came through the intercom.

“Didn’t know you're rich, Curly,” Zoro said simply.

“Just…shut up and come up, mosshead!”

Zoro heard a buzzing and pushed the door open. He walked in and went over to the elevator. The ride to the seventh floor was a short one. What was interesting was the fact that the elevator door opened not to a corridor, but to what seemed to be Sanji’s living room.

���Damn, Curly! Never thought you’d live in a penthouse!”

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[waitingonher]

hi can u make some Percy jackson x reader in wich reader is a songwriter or plays a instrument

percy jackson dating a musically talented s/o

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

content warning: couplely things?

word count: 897

author's note: sorry in advance if any of the info about the guitar scene was wrong. i wrote it purely based off of what i found on google so!

when i say that percy’s your biggest fan…HE IS YOUR BIGGEST FAN.

no matter what you do, he’s always so impressed and awestruck. it literally could be something as simple as you practicing your instrument and he’d be looking at you as if you just finished performing a life-altering concert. even if you’re just quietly humming a random tune, percy would stop whatever he’s doing to listen to you. he’s so obsessed it’s kinda funny. 

percy absolutely loves hearing your own original songs. he could never find flaws in your art. even if you consider one of them to not be your best work, he’d believe it to be the best thing that’s ever graced his ears. 

sometimes you think he’s lying, because how does he manage to fall in love with every single thing that you write?? honestly, i bet you could write a song about dirty laundry and he’d still find something to love about it. 

“hey perce, wanna hear this new song i’m working on?” you ask your boyfriend.  he immediately turns his attention from a random knick knack on top of your dresser onto you, “yeah, lemme hear it.”  you open your notebook to find the page with your newest song, titled peanut allergies. yes, it’s a stupid name, but that was the point. you wanted to write a song so bad that percy wouldn’t be able to come up with a single compliment for it.  “okay, it’s still a work in progress, but-”  percy interjects, “don’t worry babe, your songs are always good.”  you hold back a grin before reaching for your guitar. glancing up at him for a second, you take note of the wide grin that he has on display. you’re anticipating the moment when his smile begins to falter.  as percy listens to your song about the severity of peanut allergy reactions, you peek up at him only to see his smile still standing strong. then, when you finish performing your song, he gives you a round of applause, “babe that was so good!”  for a hot minute, you narrow your eyes at him, trying to find at least a miniscule amount of amusement behind them. none. percy was dead serious. he tilits his head, trying to decipher why you were staring at him so intensely.  “what? that was like, probably the worst thing i’ve ever written?” you say.  he gives you a strange look, as if what you said was the weird thing, “i for one, thought it was poetic.” 

percy’s favorite camp activity are the sing-alongs. not because he likes to sing, but because he likes hearing you sing. he’s gotten very good at singling out your voice and drowning out the others. 

sometimes the morning after a camp sing-along, one of your friends will tell you that they saw percy staring at you. after inquiring more, they’d say that he had his eyes transfixed on you the entire time, never once looking away. later, an aphrodite kid would tell you that even they were shocked by the amount of love radiating from percy. you make a mental note to give him extra kisses later.  

karaoke dates!! 

somehow the stoll brothers managed to smuggle in a karaoke machine…now you and percy are the most frequent users of it. a lot of the times, you’ll bring it to hang outs with your guys friends. you two love seeing their reactions to you guys singing cheesy couple songs. “love is an open door” and “don’t go breaking my heart” are your go-to’s.

despite how bad he is, percy loves it when you try to teach him how to play your instruments. so far you’ve been teaching him the guitar, and he’s slowly picking it up! 

the only reason why it’s taking him so long to learn is because of how much you distract him. he loves the close contact with you. especially when you have to rearrange his fingers or his posture. percy notices the way your hands sometimes linger for a few seconds longer than necessary. 

taking the guitar, you arrange your fingers to play a-minor. looking down at the instrument, you give percy a run-down of how to position his fingers, “yeah so first, you wanna put your index finger on the first fret of your b string. then, your middle finger goes on the second…” you peek up at percy to see him looking at you, “love, are you even paying attention.”  “uh…yes,” he tries.  you give him a look of amusement, “yeah? show me a-minor then.”  “right,” percy takes the guitar out of your lap, and places his fingers on the complete opposite of where he was supposed to.  you chuckle, “um no, that’s actually d-minor. pay attention next time, hm?”  “yeah sorry, i was just uh…distracted,” he says sheepishly. you furrow your brows, “what’s distracting you?”  “you,” percy blurts out without thinking.  feining a look of disgust, you playfully push your boyfriend’s shoulder, “you are such a creep.”  but percy knows that you aren’t really mad. in fact, he doesn’t fail to notice your flushed cheeks and lack of eye contact as you try to return to your lesson. 

in spite of how much he’s been practicing, percy somehow still sucks. he claims it’s because “there can only be one musician in this relationship.” 

there definitely won’t be songs featuring percy any time soon.

[olivia091108]

HEYY gal!! Love your stuff, could I req a fic where reader is the guitarist in H.I.M and is Bams celeb crush ( he’s still a celeb ofc ) buttt hope Yk what I mean!! 😭🫶

Yesss I’ve been listening to H.I.M and I’m really excited to write this hope it’s good

Guitar strings and romantic strings

Summary: filming HIMs new mv

Pairing: bam margera x reader

Word count: 1.6k

We are filming our new music video buried alive by love today and I had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to meet everyone at some mansion in la so my manager got me on a plane as soon as saying that the others were already there. I hate filming music videos because it’s always some grouchy 60 year old who has never even heard of us before but this time bam margera is actually directing the whole thing.

I’ve met him a few times with the rest of the band but he didn’t really take a liking to me he just wanted to talk to the boys. It kinda annoyed me cos I thought he seemed pretty cool and wanted to get to know him. I’m gonna make it my goal that by the time he’s going back to the states I’ve had at least 1 good conversation with him.

A cab picks me up from the airport and it doesn’t take too long to get to the set. Once I’ve paid the driver I’m quickly rushed in by random people telling me that I need to be quick and some girls come over with an outfit telling me to change. They’ve given me a black mini skirt wich is very mini and a black zip up top that shows of my tits.

I quickly walk over to where the band is greeting them quick. Then I walk over to bam ready to strike up a conversation.

“Hey bam I haven’t seen you in ages how are you?” He stares at me for a sec and I thought he was just going to ignore me but he nods his head

“Yeah Umm Im good” he quickly says before going over to frantz.I turn in my heal and go see what ville is up to. We are taking for a while before bam tells us to play the song the whole way through so I grab my guitar and wait for Jukka to count me in.

Once we finish playing Juliet Lewis arrives since she's going to be the girl playing billed love interest in the music video I was excited to see her I loved her stuff.

Once she had introduced herself to everyone and Joe was setting up the shots and lenses whatnot me and Juliet started talking and we hit it off we have a lot in common and honestly it was nice for the both of us to have another girl around.

but soon she had to film so I walked over to Joe and bam and started to watch what was happening I stood behind bam leaning on the back of the chair and would glance over at him every few seconds. I wanted to talk to him but I didn't know what about so I said the first think that came to my head.

“What colour would you be?” As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it.

Uhhhm I don’t know what you mean he says before turning away from me

“Like yk if you were a coulour what one would you be for instance I’d love to be like a magentary purple but I hate to say I think I’d be like a greeny blue but not the nice turquoise more like a dull boring one” I started to rant by accident and bam just kinda stared.

It was awkward for a sec of me waiting for his answer and if I’m honest he looked bored but thank god Joe was there. “I’d be orange I think”

“Omg yess you so would like a nice tangerine kind” I say getting excited which we both laughed at and I can see bams lip curl up almost like a smile.

“Your’e turn bam” i say putting my attention on him again. I don’t know yellow?

Nooo no definitely not you would be like either a nice navy blue but like lighter by a smidge you are like a nice purple like when I say purple the one You think of but more punk.

“Oh yeah” Joe chimes in before focusing on the camera making sure to follow ville and just like that conversation done and he only said like 10 words maybe I think I’m just gonna give into the fact that not everyone has to like me.

“Cut”bam yells and ville and Juliet walk over listening to what will happen in the next bit before Juliet comes over to me. “What’s got you in a sour mood?”

“Bam doesn’t like me” I say sulking like a little girl with my head in my palms. “Are you crazy of course he does”

“No he doesn’t eveytime I even try to talk to him he just isn’t interested and just shut me down straight away and he can barely even look at me” and do you know what I hear from me telling her my struggles

Laughing

She’s laughing.

I giggle and push her “it’s not funny I’m serious”she’s hysterical now and trying to get a sentence out

“Y/n I love you but your’e really dumb” i look at her confused not knowing what she meant. “He likes you”

“No I just told you he can’t stand me”

“Y/n listen he has a crush on you it’s obvious he can’t look at you and I hear him stutter and fumble his words kudus he would probably implode if you even touch him” I think about what she’s saying but I can’t wrap my head around it

“Nah there’s no way”

“Ok yk what go over there and tell him his hair is messed up and quickly fix it for him and then you will believe me.”

Ok I will I get up and walk over to bam and ville sitting in their chairs pretending to listen to their conversation for a sec before looking towards bam and interrupting ville.” Sorry your hair is kinda crazy” I lean up and mess with it a bit not even realising his face is practically in my boobs. But I rake my acrylic nails through it and ruffle it softly before removing my hands and seeing his face the same colour as my guitar.

I then smile to myself and restrain myself from running to Juliet. Once I get to her I smile and admit she was right followed by an expected “I told you”

“What do I do? Do I ask him out? Wait I don’t even know if I like hi-“

“Oh please cmon y/n of course you do you wouldn’t want him to like you that much if you didn’t. I blush at her words realising she’s right.”

“Please help me” I put my hands together and beg her batting my eyelashes at her. “Alright we’re going to the bar later and you are gonna ask him out their simple”

The rest of the day I am just thinking about bam and how I was so oblivious about his feelings and mine. Want a drink? I snap my head up so fast I heard a crack in my neck I look to see bam standing infront of me waiting for an answer. “Oh um just some water please”

Once the days over we all walk to a bar down the road and straight away get a round in of beers. Im embarrassed to say I’m a huge leightweight so after 2 rounds I’m on the brink of drunk and when I’m drunk I am very touchy so I’ve heard.

Remembering what Juliet told me to do I stumble over to bam allay knocking a table of drinks over but once I reach him I use him to balance myself by wrapping my arms round his neck and staring up at him.

I couldn’t see his eyes as he was wearing his blacked out sunglasses so I reach up and lift them to rest on his hair. I mumble out “I like your eyes I couldn’t see them” and smile to myself

Whoever bam was talking to before had left after my sudden intrusion but I didn’t even realise. “Yknow I’m not meant to be telling you this but” I start giggling at what I’m about to say and whisper in his ear “ I have a crush on you”

He smirks and looks down and says a teasing “really” I nod up at him basically leaning my whole body weight in him and subconsciously scratching at his curls “and I know you like me back so are you going to do anything about it” I ask smugly

He rests both his hands at the undersides of my jaw rubbing small circles making me tigglish and giggling before he pulls my face towards his and I feel his soft lips against mine and I kiss him back and bring him closer and deepen the kiss forgetting we’re surrounded by all our friends and not even aware of Joe filming us but even if I had I wouldn’t of cared as long as I was still kissing bam.

He pulls away with his eyes dilated looking like he took the best drugs in his life before smiling and kissing me again this time letting his hand wander to my bum and giving it a firm squeeze and rubbing it almost causing my skirt to lift.

This time I pull away and take his hand and shout way too loudly a good bye and waving towards Juliet and holding up me and bamd held hands excitedly befire running up the bar stairs and feeling bam hold my skirt down making me not false anybody and asked the first person I saw

“where’s the closest hotel?”

I hope this is ok sorry it took so long

Gonna be honest I thought this was posted like a week ago and I was thinking I haven’t got any notifications or anything and I check and I realise it hadn’t even been posted so sorry about that

Taking requests

Might do a Johnny one soon

-liv

[vrystalius]

Hey! I just started reading your stuff, and I love it! I just saw a video where a lady pranked her hubs by covering her face in glue and letting it dry without him seeing, and then peeling it off in front of him. He was horrified because it looked like she was peeling off dead skin in huge pieces, and she was telling him that this was a normal thing for women and it happened every month, just normally at night when she was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. It was hilarious! How would some of the male characters react to this? You can choose who and how many, but I would totally love to see Sanemi the most! Bonus points if S/O throws a piece of it at him at some point or asks him to help her get a piece that she "can't see to get it properly".

Vid is on insta by the user thecrazyhillbillygaming, if you wanna see it :)

Please, and thank you; whether you decide to do it or not!

Shedding skin prank

You told your hashira that women shed and peel their skin monthly, as a joke. He of course didn’t believe you at first until you demonstrated.

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader

Here’s a video depicting the prank for reference! (TikTok)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He liked watching you do your morning routines. You wash your face, brush your teeth, sometimes invite him to shower, make your hair all pretty and do some skincare and a little make up. Sanemi asks questions about your products and what they do, sometimes testing them out on his hands and face. He’s got pretty dry skin and your cremes and oils help him out, so he likes to sit close to you and listen to your explanations to wich product does what. That’s where you told him about the skin-shedding thing.

“What? Nah, women don’ do that. I would’ve noticed.”

Sanemi grew up with sisters and a mother, and they never shed their faces. Neither does Mitsuri or Shinobu, so you’re probably just joking or straight up lying to him. He rolled his eyes at you and went to the bathroom to take a shower, since you insisted on taking one on your own this morning. Your husband was taking his sweet time going through your shampoo and checking wich one he usually secretly uses for his own. That gave you enough time to apply a thin layer of glue onto your cheek and let it dry. Now all you have to do is wait.

Sanemi left the shower after half an hour with a towel wrapped around his waist. He plopped down right next to you, ruffling his damp hair. Your husband glanced over to you, seeing how your skin looked weirdly tight and… loose? You had to contain a giggle after seeing his expression.

“What is that? Is that your skin?”

Your husband pointed at your cheek and reached out to nip and peel it. You slapped his hand away, peeling off your fake skin yourself, slowly, making sure he’s watching. Sanemi stared at you, his eyes threatened to fall out. He hesitantly scooted away from you.

“Is that some kinds period thing? Do you do that every month? Does it hurt? Why didn’t ya tell me before?!”

He went through all stages of grief seeing you peel your own skin off so easily without a care. Then, you suddenly pulled it all off and threw it onto his lap. Sanemi almost screamed and jumped out from his seat, scrambling away, leaving his towel behind and flashing you with all his glory. He grunted at you, grabbing his towel and hitting you with it. Don’t scare him like that, damnit! And keep your skin to yourself! He’ll be very upset at you for joking around like that. He almost died from a heart attack after you threw your “skin” at him, Sanemi would’ve made sure you’d go to jail for murdering your husband. Even in death he’ll go for revenge, so never do that again. Ever.

“You stupid, gluing your skin like that. Just for a damn joke. Tch.”

Kyojuro Rengoku

He’d be very concerned. Kyojuro never saw his mother’s skin behave like that, or ever heard about women shedding, but if you need any help, just ask him! He’ll happily get you whatever you need; medicine, snacks or just bedrest. Your husband has no idea on what to do, so he’ll just curiously watch. He has fidgeting with his fingers while hovering around you, stuffing some eggrolls into his mouth for breakfast, but he could barely keep them down.

“Love, ah… do you need help… peeling.. your skin?”

Kyojuro, bless his heart, was trying very hard to be helpful to your situation. He’s extremely worried about your health and is debating whether or not he should inform Shinobu about this. On one hand, if it really is a woman thing, he’ll embarrass himself in front of the insect hashira, but on the other hand, maybe you have some kind of deadly skin condition. He barely finished his breakfast when you turned to him and held the piece of loose skin right against his face. Your husband jumped out of his seat and dropped the rest of his meal onto the floor, his eyes wide and horrified. His confusion only grew after you started giggling st his reaction, throwing your skin aside.

You were joking. Joking. You are not dying and it was just glue.

“Flame, my breakfast…”

Kyojuro was mourning over his dropped and unfinished meal that was now decorating your bedroom floor. He was silently picking up the remnants, pondering over why you were joking about something like that. He was so worried about you! Your husband was already seeing all kinds of worst scenarios in his mind and all of them ended with him cradling your weak and sickly body. Your soft hand on his back pulled him back out of these thoughts. You saw how much this harmless joke of yours scared Kyojuro more than it made him laugh.

“Kyo, I really didn’t mean to scare you like that. I’m really sorry.”

He smiled faintly at you as his face started to brighten up a little again.

“It’s alright my love! I forgave you already. But can you make me another eggroll? I dropped my last one.”

Kyojuro held out his smooshed eggroll to you and smiled expectantly at you like a child would after asking for a treat.

“And a kiss maybe as well?”

Gyomei Himejima

Your husband held his hand out to you expectantly, like you instructed him to. He heard you move closer and suppress something similar to a giggle, then, he felt a thin layer of something drop onto his hand. Gyomei didn’t recognise the texture and explored it with one of his fingers, brushing over it.

“My pearl, what am I holding?”

“My shedded skin.”

“Your… Could you repeat that?”

Now, Gyomei never really saw any women. So, how is he suppose to know that they apparently shed their skin every month? He never asked so you never told him. He was silently holding your shedded skin on his hand, his face turned towards no one in particular. Then, Gyomei turned to you, years running down his face. Your husband was curious about your apparent shedding, but mostly worried.

“Does it hurt, dear? I can ask Shinobu if she has anything to quicken the process or make it painless.”

He threw your fake skin into the bin and carefully started to investigate your face by caressing your soft skin and checking for any shedding. Of course, Gyomei didn’t find any other patches. You cupped his face and started to wipe his tears, stifling another giggle while watching his bewildered face soften up with your touch. You kissed the top of his nose.

“I’m sorry, I was just joking. It was dried glue.”

A deep sigh escaped his lips. He nodded quietly and placed his large hands over your smaller ones.

“I see. I do admit you surprised me. You’re very mischievous. I will return this favour someday.”

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu was watching you from the bathroom, leaning against the frame, when he caught you peeling off a large chunk of skin. His eyes got wide and he quickly hid back inside the bathroom. Was he supposed to see that? Why did you peel off your skin? Do you have some kind of condition? He leaned out of the bathroom and glanced at you again. You threw your skin aside carelessly. He jumped slightly and finally stepped inside the bedroom, walking up behind you. Your husband picked up the piece of skin and held it in front of your face.

“What is that?”

“It’s my skin. I’m shedding.”

Giyu closed his eyes and quickly dropped the piece of skin. He swallowed hard before opening his eyes and facing you again. You pointed at a loose piece of skin on your cheek and smiled innocently.

“Can you help me peel it off?”

Your husband’s eyes widened. He wanted to be a good and helpful husband, so his hand hesitantly reached out to your cheek. Giyu hesitated and stared at it, before quickly pulling it away.

“No, no. Sorry. No.”

He threw his hands into the air and turned his body away from you and stormed back into the bathroom. Giyu was hiding away from the sight of your skin peeling off your face, his mind flooding with all kinds of imagines. He shook his head before flinching hard after he felt your hand on hid back. Your husband turned his head to you, his eyes widening again. You were holding a piece of your skin directly against his face. All the colour drained from his face and he jumped away, holding his hands up to keep you at bay. He pointed his index finger at you.

“Do not dare-“

You chased him around the bathroom and bedroom, waving around the piece of dried glue, making Giyu believe it was your shedded skin. After finding out it was just some joke, he refrained from cuddling you all night. It was a very cold night, so it was extra cruel towards you, but your husband wanted to show that he does not like being toyed like that.

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Another request down! Hoped you enjoyed it!! <3 also, I just realised I haven’t updated my masterlist in a month, soo.. I have a lot of catching up to do.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves! <3

[alexa-yukiyu]

Chilly Prisioner ( Kuzan x Hellhound!gn!Reader)

A/N Here we are with another dark ish one, and first one with out freeze lord, I already have a part two maybeee a part three? I just have to exit them, depending on how you guys like it ill speed those up.

Part 2

This is a testrun on a hybrid oc with reader? ‘Reader’ is replaced with Dokusha here wich stands for Reader in japanese, let me know your thoughts on it afterwards, just trying new things and maybe finding a balance for including both Oc and reader without leaning too far in either direction but I also don’t want to like you know try that and fail at appealing to both so let me know, though that begs the question what should I advertise it at, eg, Kuzan x reader or Kuzan x oc?

Dividers by @/saradika

They roll their eyes, watching as Kuzan enters the Ship’s dungeon, approaching the cell where they were held and dropping himself to the ground in a lazy manner

“What do you want? I told that captain of yours already I have no intention of helping you and your rag-tag group of idiots

“Ara, Ara, are all hellhounds this uptight? I don't care about that. I'm not here to talk business; I'm just here cause I have nothing else to do right now. I just wanna chill and chat a bit."

They scoff

“You can’t stay silent forever. Besides, isn’t talking to me better than just sitting in a dark dungeon and doing nothing?”

They look away from him, ignoring him entirely

“Fine, if you wanna sulk, I’ll just sit here and relax.

“I’ve got nowhere to go, nothing to do. So I don’t mind just sitting here for as long as I need to. I can just wait for you to get bored of your grudge and start talking to me like a normal person.” they glance at Dokusha for a while

“Hellhounds are supposed to be resistant to fire, right?”

They glance at them for a second at his words but look away quickly, returning to ignoring him, hoping he will eventually give up

“Wonder how you would fare with the cold?” he stated

They wince as the room’s temperature quickly drops as ice begins covering the cell

“Hm, pretty sensitive, it seems,” he mumbled.

He then stood up and got up close to the cell bars.”

“You know, I’m kinda wondering what are you so sour about?”

They glare up at him, trying to keep their flaming ears and tail out of the ice

“you kidnapped me for no clear reason, you threw me in a cell and drugged me so I can’t use my fire at all, and now you're trying to freeze me to force me to talk to you because you ‘are bored,’ so you tell me Kuzan.”

“Hm, you’re quite feisty, aren’t you.”It was mean what you did, trying to set the entire ship on fire; I had to take some measures to keep you in check. Besides, you have a pretty dangerous power; it should be evident that we can’t just let you out to roam freely.” he stated, glancing at the shivering hellhound

“It was self defense” they growl

“You know, I’m not going to let you go. Even if I have to freeze you entirely, so you can either start talking right now, and I’ll lower my guard a bit. Or you can continue to sulk, and I’ll just freeze this cell completely. Your choice, really.” He tells them ignoring their outburst

They start inching backward as the ice begins approaching them, chills running down their skin

His eyes narrow as he watches them inching backward.

“The cold getting to you?”

Another gust of cold air surrounds them as the frost grows closer, almost touching their skin.

“You know I can easily unfreeze people, but I wonder if that's the case here; seeing how you’re trying so hard to protect those flames of yours, im guessing it’s game over for you if I put your fire out, so I would reconsider your choice and soon”

They growl, making their flames bigger, attempting to ward off the ice, a panicked look growing on their face as the flame flickered until only small flames remained

“The drugs I gave you are pretty potent; I would like to see you maintain those flames.”

His hands spread, and the air got colder, the frost growing faster now.

“So… are you ready to talk now?”

“Don’t you have anything you should be doing?”

“Nah, I told you, I have nothing to do now. So I’m just chilling here.”

His tone is laid back as if nothing is a problem

“Besides, the way I see it, I’m doing a nice thing and keeping you company. I’ve been told I’m quite the interesting and charming person.”

They groan as the ice reaches them, slowly freezing their feet and making its way up

He watches the frosts slowly creep up their body.

“Hm, it seems you’re not going to cooperate. Too bad.”

His hand gestures towards them, and another burst of frost shoots toward them, making the ice crawl up to their ankles and up their legs.

“All im asking is for you to talk to me and answer some questions.”

They shake their head, a cloud escaping them each time they took a breath as the temperature continues dropping; unable to move their legs, they hug their tail tighter, trying to protect the blue flame on it’s tip

“You know when I said I was going to freeze you entirely. I wasn’t kidding. I can do that and more.

I’m sure those flames must mean a lot to you, right? What would happen if, say, I were to extinguish them?”

Kuzan pauses, and the ice stops crawling up further.

“So, Would you like to talk now?”

I lowkey feel like idk, like Dokusha’s personality is not consistent? Or maybe it’s Kuzan’s personality that dosent quite fit and jumps all around the place, thoughts?

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Fuck idk how to continue this and i have to post SOMETHING so you'll get this now :')

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It's a normal autumn day. Almost every orange and yellow leaf is glued to the wet ground. The wind blows the last leaves on the trees in every direction and the cloudy sky is not trying to symbolien anything.

Marlon is just casually walking home from school whan Kong appears in front of him.

"Hey Marlon, where's your brother?" Kong asks.

"I'm not sure, mabye he is already at home? Do you have something to say to him or why are you asking?" Marlon answers. He's trying to sound like he doesn't even know Kong, but it's quite impossible so a small smile tends to corner of his mouth. Which is annonying cause he's not in a very social mood right now. His plan for the rest of the day was just going home and sleeping, mabye playing a bit soccer alone. Now Kong came and Marlon is afraid that he really WANTS to hang out with Kong.

"No, i'm not gonna say anything to him."

Kong sounds like he hates Leon. How does he hate Leon but not Marlon? "I just wanted to check that he's not with you. That you're alone."

"Oh Kong please stop it you're making me blush", Marlon says, as sarcastic as he can. For a moment Kong doesn't say anything, just looks at Marlon. The look in his eyes is something like... confused? Awkward? Marlon doesn't know. Anyways, it was a stupid idea to say that. Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid. Now Kong is just like 'okay, see you!' and leaves. And never speaks to Marlon again. Marlon shouldn't think like this but he wants that Kong speaks to him.

"Sooo, you don't have anything to do today, do you?" Kong asks. Marlon grins and looks at the sky. He could just say that he has to go home... cleaning up. He could. Kong would never know.

"No i don't", Marlon answers slowly. He suddenly remembers that he didn't sleep last night cause he tried to learn drawing. He hopes that Leon won't notice his scetchbook wich is full of random empty heads with mohawks and dark shiny eyes watcing straight into your soul and... mabye he drew Kong a few times.

Kong grins.

"Okay then. Let's go," he says and starts walking along the road. Marlon quickens his steps to catch up with him.

"Wait, where?"

Kong looks at Marlon and grins again.

"Buy you a better earring ofcourse?" he says. Oh. Of course.

Marlon hasn't even thought of his earring. Or yes he has, but not like, buying new.

"Ummmh.. i don't have that much money. Arent earrings a bit. Expensive." He asks.

"Yes, usually," Kong tells kindly. "But I know a couple of guys."

Marlon is not sure does he really want to know who are these 'couple of guys' that Kong mentioned and why did Kong mention them, but it feels kinda nice in some way.

"Let's go"

Marlon and Kong slowly walk along the treacherously narrowing road. the houses around them are slowly starting to look more and more dilapidated and Marlon is starting to fear that one of the people leaning against the concrete walls, probably on drugs or at least drunk, is one of these 'couple of guys' Kong mentioned he knew.

"Kong," Marlon asks quietly. "Where exactly are we going?"

Kong just smiles and grabs Marlon's wrist to pull him forward. Marlon is very aware of the firm but secure grip of Kong's hand on his hand and he decides to follow Kong.

"Don't worry," Kong says like Marlon was some baby. "They won't hurt you when i am with you".

Marlon glances around him and notices some young man staring at him. He is not sure what does the gaze mean but he's pretty sure that he doesn't really want to try to find out.

"Then never leave me", he mutters, and after a long silence, he remembers to add: "...alone with these guys".

Kong looks at Marlon, and then says:

"I would never, i'm not an idiot."

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Or smthing idk

[yoyomomiko]

Friends with a secret

CHAPTER 1 - (💖)

Craig Tucker x F!reader

Summary: When you and your mother move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend the boy. But, there's something more to it, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep it as a secret, or how much longer you can keep it away from your friend, Craig.

(A/N): This is going to be the start of a new series, I hope you'll enjoy reading it!! You must know that English isn't my first language, and this wasn't proofread. I'm sorry for any mistakes!! RUSHED + CRINGE!!

WORDS: 1.4k

CHAPTER 2 >

"You're going to be fine." Your mother spoke, assuring you that this new town called "South Park" was going to be just like any other town. You didn't want to move. You had friends back at your old school, you had a life there, and had a lot of fun and connection with others! Why couldn't you just stay back in your old house, in your old city, at your old school, with your old friends? To answer your questions, because of your mother's job.

It was you and your mother all your life, pretty much. She had "important" business, and you two moved quite frequently. That is, until you moved into your old city, wich you thought was going to be the last time you change places. You were proved wrong, unfortunately. Your mother had found a job close to South Park, although you couldn't move in the same town her job was, due to the prices of an appartment complex being too raised there. Atleast that's what your mother told you, you didn't quite understand much. You were only in fifth grade, after all, your mom won't tell you all of her "grown up problems".

You pulled up into the drive way of your new house. You dreaded getting out of the car, you despised the idea. Yet, you still did.

You hesitantly opened the car door, stepping out, helping your mother get a few boxes that you could fit into your car's trunk. You glanced around your yard and into the street, observing the neighborhood.

You made it inside the house, quickly setting the boxes down on the floor as you looked around. At least it was a decent place...

You rushed upstairs, wanting to see what your room looked like. Your mother has been here a week ago or so, to tidy up the place and unpack some stuff, so that's when she also chose your room. You began to unpack the stuff you had in your old room.

You didn't want this, you left your friends. You barely even got to say a proper goodbye. You left your old house, the house you were comfortable in. Your old neighborhood, the one that surprisingly welcomed you and your mother. You already started to miss your "old life", your heart aching as you wanted it all back.

Oh, forget it!

You're overreacting, nothing's going to go wrong. It's just a stupid, horrible tow where you'll spend the rest of your life at. Or... Maybe a few months, if your mother decides to change jobs again.

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"Come down, sweetie! We're meeting our neighbors!" Your mother called from downstairs.

Great... Just what you wanted...

"Coming!" You shouted back, rushing down the stairs. You approached your mother that was standing by the front door entrance. Oy to see that there was a... Huge ... Red headed woman.

"Hello..." You greeted shyly, hiding a bit behind your mom. The woman smiled at you.

"Oh, what a lovely girl!" The woman cooed at you, wich made you feel like a baby. You didn't exactly appreciate it very much, but you forced a polite smile.

"This is our neighbor, and she has a son your age. I hope you two will get along..." Your mother informed, as all you did was nod.

If you were being honest, you didn't really wanna meet anybody right now. You wanted alone time, time for yourself.

"Can I go back to my room?" You whispered to your mother. She sighed, leaning on the doorframe, before glancing to the red headed woman, then back at you.

"Fine." She gave you the go-ahead, as you immediately bolted out of there, up the stairs and into your new room. All you had to do was get used to this, to all of this. Atleast for a few months, before you move again...

You closed the door, leaning your back flush against it. What is there to do now? You looked at the small alarm clock on your nightstand, reading it. It was 7:41 PM. There was a lot of time left before your bedtime... Approximately three hours, but it's still a long time when you get bored and don't do anything!

Your mother probably won't allow you to use the computer this late, since she knew that tomorrow you'll sit your ass at the desk and play your video games all day while she left for work.

School was starting in a week... It was currently Sunday, wich meant you won't get to see your mother that much for the whole week. Wich means more alone time. Wich means you'll have absolutely nothing to do...

You changed into your pjs and decided you'll just walk around your room, try and admire or observe new spots. Yes, it was indeed boring, but what else could you do?

Some time later, after pacing around your room for God knows how long, your mother knocked on the door, before slowly twisting the doorknob. Why did she even knock if she's going to enter either way?

"Y/N, sweetie?" She opened the door, looking at you as you paced around.

"Tomorrow you'll hang out with the neighbor's son, understand?" She spoke, her tone wasn't really demanding, but it had a hint of it sprinkled somewhere in there.

"I don't even know him! I don't wanna meet him-"

"Enough, Y/N." She silenced you. "You'll play with him, understood?"

"Yes, mom..." You admited defeat as she nodded to herself, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

"So... How do you feel?" She asked, rasing a brow. She probably felt guilty for having to force you to hang out with a stranger.

"I'm not sure." You spoke honestly, looking anywhere but at her. "Fine, I guess..." You lied, looking down at your feet, refusing to look up.

"Alright... Just, try to make yourself comfortable. Make friends, please." She said as she walked away, closing the door behind her.

You let out a sigh, lips forming a thin line as you looked at the now closed door. You threw yourself on the bed, looking around the room, then at the ceiling. It wouldn't hurt to sleep early, would it?

You glanced towards the alarm clock again. 7:54 PM. It's like it's not even moving! It's like the time froze! You swore at least half an hour went past, but you were wrong!

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Your mother made sure to drop you off at your neighbor's house, since she thought that you'd just stay on your computer all day. It was better to make sure you were going to show up and not 'embarrass' your mom.

You were met face to face to a random kid with a green hat. It felt pretty awkward, but he spoke up to remove the tension.

"Uh- My name's Kyle..." He introduced himself, nodding and extending a hand.

"I'm Y/N." You replied simply, taking his hand in your, before the both of you pulled away.

"So uh, you like video games?" He asked, glancing away to the side, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah! I love them!" You responded, a big grin plastered on your face. Kyle smiled back at you, and before you knew it, you were both playing with each other.

You had finished playing video games long ago, as he started talking about his adventures in South Park and all of his friends. You wished that in your time here, you'd get to do at least a little of what he's managed to.

"You're actually pretty cool." You admited, liking the idea of making a new friend here. Pretty much your first one.

Kyle had a faint pink tint adorned on his cheeks, yet he only smiled and nodded. "Thanks, you're kinda cool too." He responded, scared to embarrass himself.

"Will you go to school here?" He then asked all of the sudden. You sighed, nodding your head and looking away from him. "Yeah..." Was all that left your lips. He payed more attention to you now, the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

"That's good, isn't it?" He spoke up, "We get to see each other at school next week! I'll introduce you to my friends." He offered, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Yeah, you're right..." You muttered, although still smiling. Your gaze went back to him.

Maybe it won't be so bad here. Maybe you really were just overreacting...

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