#can you tell I am desperate for player housing

[astralarias]

actually on that topic

what would be you guys' dream guild halls?

Personally I'd love a big fancy luxury airship, since my main trio of OCs live in one. It would be a static model with a background animated so it looks like it's flying, like the end of LW4. It'd have a bunch of different rooms, like a war room, a kitchen with places to cook, and all the other crafting stations in fitting places. And of course plenty of living quarters and rooms to be decorated and made cozy.

[inuyashaluver]

Hi lovely I love ur stuff 🩷 I have a little request/idea - obviously feel free to ignore it

I was thinking R has a really thick accent (English - either Scouse (Liverpool), Geordie (Newcastle) or West Country (Devon/Somerset/Farmer) or Aussie or something really thick like hard to understand from native speakers let alone anyone else) but R plays in Barca and has a crush on a Spanish player (Maybe Patri? maybe Ona? Maybe Alexia?) and is tryna talk to them more and maybe ask them out but they just get looked at funny and they walk off and she goes to Kiera and Lucy and is like what have I done? Do they all hate me? And [Crush] overheads them and goes round to their house after training and is like I really wanna get to know u, I think you’re really pretty etc but I cannot understand a word that comes out of ur mouth to the point where I am questioning whether it’s English

qué? - alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

description: in which your accent proves to be difficult to understand

warnings: LONG!! swearing, misunderstandings, spanish in bold italics

a/n: i love this woman, your honour!! i was writing alexia angst but had to put out the fluff haha!! thank you so much for the love and request, lovely!! ily and enjoy ❤️

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you never thought your accent would get you into trouble but you were entirely wrong. and we’re not talking about trouble like criminal, we’re talking romantically.

—

you’re from liverpool, your thick, scouse accent distinct in your dialect. at home in england, the accent was understood most of the time, with an occasional person asking for clarification about your words but you didn’t mind.

even some of your england teammates had to ask you to repeat yourself occasionally when you got overly excited or stressed, your accent proving to be the hardest to understand at those moments.

you often needed a translator for even native english speakers if you spoke too quickly, lucy and later grace helping out when people were truly confused.

when lucy and keira moved from manchester city, you moved with them, having played in the club for 2 years and desperately wanting a change. and so, when the contract arrived from barcelona for the three of you, you accepted it without a second thought.

you had supported barcelona in liga F, having a huge appreciation for the way the spanish players moved, the quick passes and the goals that came out of nowhere. you were excited to pick up those skills to adapt to your own play.

and through your extensive research, you grew a special appreciation for alexia. in your eyes, alexia was the definition of perfect, not only her football skills, but her as a whole.

you would watch her interviews and videos for ‘research purposes’, claiming it was to practise your spanish. and it was, until you zoned out hearing the gentle hum of alexia’s voice, getting distracted entirely but you weren’t complaining.

when you got caught making heart eyes at your phone during england camp, the teasing was so relentless it wasn’t even funny.

—

“our little (y/n) has a crush on la reina! (the queen)” lucy exclaims in the change room, you immediately turn off your phone and look up at her with an icy glare, only making her smile at you affectionately with a pinch to your cheek that you were quick to swat away.

“you’re not much older than me” you glare, “5 years is 5 years” she shrugs, moving away when you launched an empty bottle at her.

“go on, tell us about your crush” leah smiles, millie and rachel pretend to kiss each other while looking at you and you heat up in the cheeks.

“i’m only watching so i can pick up spanish” you defend, lucy laughs loudly, out of the three transfers, she was definitely the one who picked up the most spanish.

“excuse me, lucia, and everyone in here,” you scoff, “is it such a crime to watch a video of my future captain?” your accent was so heavy at this point, everyone cracked a little smile at you.

“so you were watching videos of alexia then?” leah smirks, you let out a frustrated groan, “leah, shut up man” everyone laughs, the teasing continuing until keira and alessia told everyone to stop.

during the whole of camp, it wasn’t uncommon you got caught looking at photos or videos of alexia, the teasing was so bad you thought you would explode.

—

when the time finally came for you to join barcelona, you were incredibly nervous. the fear of underperforming playing on your mind, only becoming worse at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of a certain blonde you couldn’t take your mind off.

lucy and keira assured you everything would be fine, but you weren’t convinced, unsure of how you’d react when you finally saw alexia.

when you all walked to the change rooms, it was shocking how welcoming everyone was. hugs and kisses to the cheeks had you feeling so accepted amongst your new team.

and funnily enough, the last person to greet you was alexia, sending you a charming smile that had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“(y/n), yes? bienvenida! (welcome)” alexia grins, her arms pulling you into a warm hug, her scent enveloping you and making you borderline dizzy.

“(y/n) is a big fan of you” lucy teases as alexia lets you slip from the hug after you mumble a quick hello. alexia gives a surprised smile, looking between a cheeky looking lucy and a sheepish looking you.

“you’re very good, too, I look forward to playing with you,” alexia’s hand moved to give your bicep a gentle squeeze and you swore your heart stopped, your cheeks were tinged with pink and you could barely formulate a sentence.

“yeah, i’m excited to play with ya” you breathe out, you move to your new cubby and get changed into the barcelona kit, feeling at home already even though it was your first day.

due to you busying yourself with avoiding alexia, you missed the way her gaze lingered on you as you changed, she was intrigued by you.

what you didn’t know was alexia had done her own forms of research. she had heard your name countless times in the media, a rising star in the making.

she respected the way you played, a midfielder who wasn’t afraid to take risks but also managed to avoid fouls frequently.

she wanted to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her.

—

weeks and months fly by and it was easy to say you felt comfortable amongst the team. your spanish was surprisingly getting better, being able to go through training without a translator most of the time.

the girls reciprocated you well, you’d go to team bonding nights and laugh and joke around with them. it was obvious to everyone except alexia that you were harbouring a crush on the captain.

the ways your eyes would follow her every move with pink cheeks honestly exposed yourself. and what made it harder was that alexia and you were growing closer each day.

—

one day you were chatting with mapi and ingrid, more like you getting teased while you begged them to stop before you were interrupted by a certain someone.

“do you want to be my partner?” alexia questions from behind you suddenly, making you choke on your own spit as she looked at you with a kind smile. “really?” you breathe out, she nods, nodding her head to the pitch for you to follow her.

you’d both been able to converse easily as the months went by, she’d have to ask you to slow down a couple of times when you both talked about something you had in common but it worked.

as you both trained together, you chatted and laughed, talking about random topics.

when you both got to shooting practice, alexia analysed your every move. she would give little nods of approval when you touched the ball, sending you an encouraging smile if you made eye contact, your heart was fluttering around her.

“you should put more weight into your hips when you kick” alexia corrects, you look at her questioningly, she huffs out a little laugh and comes to stand behind you.

her large hands place themselves on your hips and she turns them slightly to the front. her front was pressed against your back and you certainly weren’t breathing. she noticed you tense but chose to ignore it.

“focus here before you kick so it’s stronger” alexia says next to your ear, squeezing your hips gently before letting go of you. “try again, vamos! (let’s go)” she exclaims, you do as she says with her corrections and it was a much better result.

she smiles proudly, “buena niña! (good girl)” she laughs, coming up to you to squeeze your shoulders encouragingly, your cheeks were burning.

the entire team watched the interaction with big grins, ready to tease you for how sheepish you looked.

“gracias (thank you), ale” you scratch the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, she shakes her head, “it’s nothing, thank me with a goal next game” she jokes, pinching your cheek teasingly before walking off to get some water.

you’re left there in shock, lucy and keira approaching with cheesy grins. “you’re in love” lucy coos, poking your shoulder teasingly while you shielded yourself in a hug from keira.

“i’m so fucking stupid, why can’t i be normal” you groan, keira laughs, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “you’re just shy, which is weird to see because you’re the complete opposite” she laughs, you pull back to throw her a glare.

“it’s cute” lucy chuckles, “i can’t wait to tell everyone about the development” she grins, her and keira share a hearty laugh seeing your face go pale, while you attempted not to scream.

“don’t you fucking dare” you grit out, “i won’t” lucy winks, unfortunately she did and by the time training was over, your phone was blowing up with text messages talking about the interaction.

you looked at lucy with a stone cold glare while she blew you a kiss, alexia watched how angry you were, she could practically feel it radiating off you on the other side of the change room.

“estás bien? (are you okay)” alexia walks up to you, holding a cold drink out to you. you take it after a moment of hesitation, “uh, yeah, sí” you smile, “lucia is annoying you?” alexia grins, looking over at lucy to see her and keira whispering while looking at you. “yes, she’s very annoying” you grumble, your eyebrows furrowing.

alexia smiles fondly at you, her hand moving to your face, her thumb smoothing out the crease between your eyebrows. “wrinkles” she tutts, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked up at her.

“are you coming tonight?” she says like she didn’t just make you flatline. she’s talking about a team bonding session at her house. “yeah, i think so” you smile at her, “think or know?” she teases, was she flirting with you?

“know, i’ll be there” you mock, she nods with a pleased expression, “hasta luego, lindura (see you later, cutie)” she winks, moving to grab her bag from her cubby and leave, making sure to look back at you another time with a soft smile before walking out.

you get pulled out of your trance once you hear your phone blowing up again, checking it to see lucy had recorded you watching alexia leave. you throw your head back in frustration but chose to avoid letting the older girl feel your wrath, you were still on a buzz from the thought of alexia flirting with you.

—

when you arrived at alexia’s house, you brought her a bottle of wine with a sheepish grin. when she opened the door for you, she pulled you into the warmest hug, both of you fitting together like a puzzle.

“finalmente! (finally) i was waiting for you!” she grins as she pulls away, taking the wine out of your hands and grabbing one of yours to drag you into the living room where everyone was.

her hand was so warm against yours, soft against your skin and you really didn’t want her to let go. “you look beautiful” alexia smiles before she ushers you to sit down, you barely had the time to tell her how breathtaking she looked, dressed casually but still looking like she could be on the front of a magazine.

you sit next to mapi and she immediately bombards you with questions, “have you kissed yet?” she questions, you slap her knee, “ingrid, your girlfriend is a bully” you huff, ingrid laughs, nodding along with you with an apologetic smile.

everyone was watching a movie while eating, alexia sitting beside you, the two of you would chat back and forth with small giggles and smiles shared between you.

by the time the night was ending, alexia’s arm was resting behind you on the couch, basically over your shoulder while you were in your own little bubble.

when you left that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the interactions you had with the catalan, you needed to do something about it. fast.

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on a match day for barcelona, you decided it was time for you to tell her about your feelings. it was clear you were flirting with each other. confirmed during the game.

in the second half, you managed to get a goal, using the technique alexia had taught you a couple of days prior.

she was the first one to you after, the loud roar of the crowd drowned out when you felt alexia’s strong arms wrapping around your waist.

you both smiled so brightly as she congratulated you, placing you on the ground, giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead and squeezing your shoulders. this told you everything. it wasn’t just her being friendly, it was alexia making a move.

at the end of the match, the two of you lingered in the middle of the pitch, you were fidgeting so much alexia was worried.

“(y/n)?” she dips her head to make eye contact with you, “estás bien? (are you okay)” you nod, opening your mouth to speak but nothing came out. “take a deep breath” she smiles, a hand on your shoulder offering you comfort but also stressing you out.

“ale” you start, she nods with an encouraging smile, “i really fancy ya, ale, i’ve been wantin’ to tell ya for a while” you blurt out, alexia’s eyebrows furrow, she looks a little confused.

the silence was loud, why hasn’t she said anything back. if this was her rejection, it hurt more than anything she could have verbalised.

“you know what, forget i said anythin’” you run off before she could say anything. “qué? (what)” she was about to ask you to repeat yourself, one - because you were speaking too fast, two - she didn’t know what fancy meant.

you heard her call out for you but you ran into the change room, knowing keira and lucy were in there. “keira!” you yell, “fucking check my pulse!” you shove your arm in her face and she looks at you in shock. only a couple of people were inside, and the ones that were were shocked at how you tumbled into the room.

“jesus, your heart is going so fast” keira says as she presses her fingers to the inside of your wrist. “fuck, why couldn’t you tell me i’m dead and this is a nightmare” you groan, your hands running over your face frustratingly.

“what’s wrong with you?” lucy says as she walks out of the shower to see you in absolute shambles. “everything!” you explain each and every detail and they look at you sympathetically, understanding now why you were so upset.

what you didn’t know was alexia was outside, ear pressed to the door as she heard you explain that you were trying to confess. she feels her stomach tighten, cursing herself for not understanding what you were saying.

“whatever, i’m going home, don’t follow me” you grit, tears pooling at your waterline as you rush out. alexia had moved out of eyeline when she heard you, quickly going into the change room and drilling lucy and keira for your address that they happily gave her with sly grins. happy to know it was all a misunderstanding.

—

that afternoon, you hastily wiped your tears away thinking about alexia. you had misunderstood her intentions clearly, you were disappointed with yourself.

you heard the banging from the front door and groaned, knowing your fellow england teammates were probably on the other side with ice cream and apologetic smiles.

“i told you both not to follow me-” you huff, the door opening to see alexia standing there, a bouquet of bright flowers in hand. “hola (hello)” she smiles, “what are you doing here?” you ask softly, “can i come in?” you nod, moving back a little so she could step inside. she hands you the flowers and you take them with a confused expression.

what type of rejection was this?

“i heard you speaking to lucy and keira before” she starts nervously, both of you walking to the kitchen so you could put the flowers in water, they were beautiful.

“it’s fine if you don’t feel the same” you shrink into yourself, brushing the petals of one of the flowers between your fingers.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she calls out, moving around your counter to stand directly in front of you. “me gustas mucho, y quiero estar contigo (i like you a lot, i want to be with you)” she says earnestly, speaking in her mother tongue and hoping you understood because she was speaking from the heart.

you freeze, each and every word quickly translated in your head. “amor (love), you’re very beautiful and nice but you speak very fast, i did not understand a word you said before” she laughs, you can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head at how fast you fled the situation.

“i’m sorry, ale” you grin, “don’t be” she dismisses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the blush she just produced on your cheeks.

“me gustas mucho (i like you a lot), alexia” you smile, she gives you a dazzling expression, appreciating how you spoke her mother tongue to her so she really understood this time. “muy bien, preciosa! (very good, precious)” she coos affectionately, her hand cradling your cheek as she directed your eyes to hers.

“we will teach each other, sí?” she grins cheekily, you hum along with her words, “sí”.

she pulls you closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips, your stomach lurching at how soft they were against yours.

you both smile into it as she drew you closer, your arms wrapping around her neck while her free hand came to rest on the small of your back to press you against her.

she pulls away, not without pressing a few more kisses to your lips through the giggles and the small chatter between the two of you.

—

when you both came to training the next day hand in hand, sighs of relief were heard from everyone. lucy whipped out her phone as quickly as she could and sent pictures to the england group chat, your phone blowing up more than ever.

now that the team saw you interact, the teasing somehow got worse every time alexia would kiss you, or even hold your hand.

the pining drove everyone insane but the loved up versions of the two of you were insufferable. you were attached at the hip, just how you and alexia wanted.

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[footygirl114]

Soldado (Alexia Putellas X Reader)

One of the prompts inspired me, so here ya go. It's definitely rusty but please let me know what we think!

Prompt: “Don’t just say that and then walk away!”

Walking up to the front door of the Putella’s home was one the most nerve wracking experiences you have ever experienced in your first 18 years of life. This home had become your sanctuary in the last 3 years, the family had taken you in and made sure you were loved and cared for and in return all you did was ruin the best and only friendship you ever had. 

You had grown up with an absent mother and a drunk father, to say your childhood had been rough was an understatement. You were able to fend for your self by the age of 6 and you knew to hide whenever your father came home after 8pm. When he wasn’t drunk he was a half caring father, but you could never shake the black eyes and bruises you learned to hide. The only good thing he ever did for you was to make sure by the age of 15 you had been a good enough football player to be in the training with the Espanyol team. 

This is where you met Alexia Putellas, she was this young superstar but she still befriended you. It didn’t take her long to see through the lies of where the bruises came from, and one late practice where you avoided going home she got you to spill the truth. From then on she made sure that holidays, school vacations, and everything in between you were invited to stay with her family. 

Her mom became like a mother you never had, and Alba was the sister you never had. But Alexia she just always remained Alexia, you never knew what that meant until you turned 18. You had finally realised that she was more than just anything to you, and that you were madly in love with her. Never being able to keep a secret from her, you confessed your feelings to her 3 weeks ago and you haven’t heard from her since she walked away without responding. 

Which brings you back to today, trying to work up the courage to knock on the door of the only place you would ever consider a home ready to say your goodbyes to the family you wish you still had. The last 3 weeks have been a whirlwind, and it took your drunk father almost breaking your arm and sending you to the ER to finally realise you needed to get out. You had walked the streets of Barcelona aimlessly trying to find a solution, and when the universe showed you a sign you jumped at it. 

Shaking your head you gained the courage to reach up and knock at the door of the house. While you wait for someone to answer you hope that you can get this out without breaking down. 

When the door opens you come face to face with Alba and you say softly “Hola, Albs.”

Alba smiles softly and leans against the door, blocking your way in, and she asks “what are you doing here Y/N?” 

“I need to talk to Ale” you tell her deciding not to drag this out. 

She crosses her arms over her chest and asks “Why would I let you do that? She shut down and hasn’t said anything for the last weeks and we haven’t seen you, you must have hurt her Y/N.” 

Shaking your head you tell her “I never meant to do that Alba, but I promise I just need to tell her one thing and then I am gone.” You know you sound like your begging and you hope the desperation in your voice helps. 

Before she can respond Alexia shows up at the door behind her sister and says “Alba its okay I got it.” 

Alba turns and looks to her and then turns back to you and says “if you hurt her again I will hurt you.” She finishes with a glare and then moves back into the house. 

Alexia steps outside on the porch with you and softly shuts the door. You take a moment to take her in, knowing this will be the last time you may see the women who has your heart. She’s in her most comfortable state, a pair of footy shorts, a soft hoodie (you note is one of yours) and barefoot.

You both stand there in silence for a minute and she finally breaks it and says “I am not ready to talk to you about it.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I came here to tell you one thing and then I will be out of your hair, you wont need to worry about avoiding me” you tell her softly. 

“what? Y/N whats going on?” she asks softly stepping closer to you. 

You take a step back and say “I’m leaving, I quit the team and I joined the army. I know you don’t understand it but I need to not be here anymore, and I need to do something thats for me, and will ensure I get away from him.” 

She stares at you and doesn’t say anything but a soft “Y/N.”

“No, don’t do that, this isn’t about you this is for me. I love you Alexia and I will always be in love with you but I cant stay on the side line of my own life anymore, I need to become the best person  I can be and get out from this dark cloud that is hanging over here. Its for the best, I cant wait to see you become the superstar I know you will be, but I cant do that here, watching it and knowing that you don’t love me back, that you aren’t in love with me. So this is goodbye Ale” 

You slowly move down the stairs and move to wipe the tears under your eyes, and you make it to the end of the walkway when she moves and says “Don’t just say that and walk away from me Y/N! Thats not fair.” 

You pause and turn your head towards her and says “what’s not fair is losing everything I have ever wanted because I have never been able to lie to you, I am doing something for me and you have to understand that.” 

You don’t let her add or say anything else as you turn your back on her and move to your car, you hop in and start the engine driving away to your new life without looking back. 

8 YEARS LATER

After 8 years of being a proper solider and training to better your self, you were finally able to settle down, and of course Barcelona would always have a hold on your heart. During your basic training your superiors noticed how easy it was for you to learn and communicate in many languages, add in that you knew how to fight and take it hit it made you the perfect soldier for a special ops team. 

During your 8 years of active duty you spent 3 tours in Iraq, Afghanistan and other War torn countries. And when you were not on tour you were either in the UK or the USA learning and bettering your skills to be a better help for the team. It was a long 8 years of constantly being on the go and when an offer came up to go back to Barcelona and be no longer on active duty you took it. 

They wanted your skills to help teach younger inexperienced soldiers and you craved the freedom and your bones ached for a stable home for your self. The Barcelona Police force hired you and were more than happy to have you work for them and also assist the army in their training. 

Barcelona was where you had your own personal demons, and you knew after 8 years of running it was finally time to slow down and face those demons head on. It helped you were much stronger and mentally tougher then when you were 18 and you knew you needed to face them head on. 

What you didn’t expect was to have to face one of them only a month into your new life in Barcelona. You had been out on patrol with your partner and were called to an assault at one of the smaller beaches in town. You got out of the passenger seat of the car and did a scan of the surroundings and you noticed a small crowd gathered at the edge of the sand and one person lying on the ground. 

You met your partners eye and you both walked over, you with your military training on high alert, one hand on the hilt of the gun at your hip, your eyes roaming the surroundings. When you got closer to the crowd you almost stopped, when you noticed who was standing off on the edge of the crowd but you pushed through when you saw the guy on the ground get up and start to run at someone else in the crowd. You and your partner both sprang into action and got in between them and the guy you were holding tried to take a swing at the other and you easily subdued him and had him on his back with his hands locked behind his back in the blink of an eye. 

Once he was secure with the handcuffs on your hip you hopped up and hauled him up with you, you turned and met your partners eyes who nodded at you and had his guy also in cuffs. He turned to the crowd and asked for any witnesses to what happened, as you moved your guy to the car and sat him in the back seat. 

You sat him down and asked him his side of the story. After listening to his side you closed the door and left him in the car as a second patrol car rolled up for the second guy. You nodded to them and mentioned the guy int he back of your car and you walked back to the crowd. You took a deep breath and readied your self to face the first of your demons. 

“Who’s next to be interviewed?” you asked your partner as you walked up beside him, and he pointed to the group of 3 girls to the left.

Moving towards them you introduced your self “Hola, I am Officer Y/L/N and I will need to see your IDs and then I can take your statement.” They all handed their IDs over and as you were matching them and recording their names and information you couldn’t help but take a peak at the women who held your heart. 

You hadn’t seen her since that day 8 years ago on her mothers front steps, you had followed her career and you knew she was in the middle of a miracle season and she was on track to win everything. Seeing her on the computer screen through a grainy stream wasn’t the same as seeing her in person. Just looking at her was slowly igniting that spark inside you that you thought you had buried 8 years ago. 

“Can one of you tell me what happened?” you ask them ready to take notes and keep this professional. 

“so basically, we were lying here and the guy in your car came up and started to give us a bit of a hard time, but were used to it. SO we told him to leave us alone, and then the guy there with your partner walked up and tried to defend us, and the other guy just threw a punch at him.” You had their IDs so you knew this was Maria Leon who explained it. 

“they started going at each other and thats when Ale called 911, the commotion drew more people over and they stopped fighting when they had a crowd and then you guys showed up.” Jennifer Hermoso explained the rest to you. 

“thank you, so to be clear, the one in the back of the car threw the first punch and harassed you?” you asked wanting to finish this up. 

Maria smiled and said “I wouldn’t say harassed, we can take care of ourselves, but yes he started it and threw the first punch.”

“And you both agree?” you ask.

“Yep, he did” Jennifer agrees. 

Alexia just nods and remains silent through the whole exchange. You nod and say “okay this clears things up, someone may be in touch but you are free to go.”

The two of them smile and say their thanks and move to leave, but Alexia remains standing in front of you silent. 

“ale you coming?” Jennifer asks her and it seems to shake her out of it and she nods and moves to gather her stuff. 

You nod at nothing and move to go back to your partner, you both agree you to the statement you got from different people and then you move to walk back to the car together. Before you can get half way there you turn back and look toward Alexia and you meet her eyes, as she’s still watching you. 

It takes your partner nudging you for you to break contact and you move to get into the car. before you can fully sit you hear “Officer Y/LN” yelled out behind you and you turn and see Alexia moving quickly towards you, you close the door and step towards her and away from your partner hearing the exchange. 

“Yes Alexia?” you ask her softly as she stops a foot from you. 

“You’re back?” she asks you to the point. 

“I am” 

“for good?” she asks you again straight to the point.

“I think so yeah” 

“okay then.” she says and moves to walk away. 

“thats it?” you ask her confused. 

She shrugs and half turns to you and says “How does it feel being on the other end of someone walking way from you? It sucks, being left to wonder what they mean and what they are going to do.” 

You can feel the pang in your heart listening to how broken she sounds and you ask her “Can we talk about it?” 

“now you want to talk? What happened to talking 8 years ago?” she turns on you half shouting and you know that she’s drawn and scene. 

“ale, please can we talk somewhere not here, and not when I am on duty?” you ask her. 

She looks around and shakes her head and says “you know where to find me, if you even want to.” As she finishes she jogs away towards her friends and you are left standing there wondering if this is a demon you will be able to tame, or if you were doomed to be in love with someone you can never have. 

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when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace trappola x f!reader)

summary: the rising streamer ace trappola has always been teased by his friends and fans about his failed relationships - that is until one certain stream where each and everyone of them were proven wrong.

note: ok i had this idea at 1 in the morning i was like 'hmmm what if we make a streamer series for twst?' and its just full of fluff and crack like no magic au + everyone is just normal

recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & so what are we? & in sickness and in health

it was around saturday midnight when everyone should be asleep, but ace trappola decided it was a good time to stream a horror game out of all possible games he could play with his friends. they all started as friends before starting the game but i fear he might have none after the stream.

"crabby, where are you~?" the sound of floyd humming through the mic sent shivers down the boy's back as he tried hiding from the hunter. "it's so funny to see floyd just have this tunnel vision to kill ace." jamil's smooth voice rang out, obviously amuse how the scene was unfolding. 

"oh flooooyd! ace is hiding in the house with the telephone!"

"i hate all of you, after this game i am blocking everyone!" seeing him become the victim in the game and everyone turning on against him, his fans flood the live stream chat with laughing emojis and 'take the l'.

"ace, become a good bait while we fix the car." he heard ruggie and deuce laugh at his misery before their characters ran opposite his direction.

"okay who is the one that said floyd should be the hunter this round? hey, hey, hey! stop chasing after me- am i the only player in this game?! epel is right here!" in an act of desperation, ace tried to hide behind epel's character instead but only to receive massive damage when the attack hit him instead.

"eh... but guppy-chan isn't even trying to run away, which is boring!"

"wait, really?" he then stopped running. ace turned to face the hunter's character, trying to see if floyd would actually kill him, only to notice something wrong a little too late. "heh, gotcha,"  ace screamed into his mic, watching his character gets stuck in the tree and meet his demise as floyd split him into half literally. the words 'you died' appeared on the streamer's screen. 

gloomurai: wow you are so great in this game 🤣

"i see you idia-senpai! it's not my fault they all turned against me!"

wani-sama🔧: it's your karma for selling them out to ruggie last game

"yeah, yeah... well, i'm always the last one to get caught, so this can be pretty relaxing." the streamer smirked as he watched from deuce's point of view where he is currently lost in the woods. 

"i get to watch them die but knowing floyd he might quit mid-game." to used to being the first one out, ace sighed, switching from one point of view to another. bored ou of his mind, he looked at the corner of his screen, ace looked at the comments curiously as they try suggesting things.

muscle-red: why don't you do a q and a while waiting then?

"question and answer? don't you guys basically know me already?" ace looked at the screen intently, contemplating whether he should do it.

"fucking viper i swear!" suddenly someone joined the call causing ace to jump in surprised, only to realize it was ruggie. 

"how did you die?"

"jamil betrayed me because we thought it was a four-seater car. it turns out it was only two!" hearing this, ace turned to jamil's point of view and snickered about how he and epel got chased by the sneaky eel. "welcome to the dead club."

as if he could imagine his senior rolling his eyes at his words, he smirked smugly - karma does bite back hard. "hardy har... what were you doing? i heard something about a question and answer?"

"chat wants me to have another q and a portion, what more do i have to tell you guys?"

cowabunga: how is the search for your beloved mwishxr: there is no use in asking that 

"search for my beloved? hey!"

"shishishi! even your viewers are against you!"

it's a running joke in ace's community on how he was immediately dump by his ex girlfriend one week after dating. it wasn't like he wanted to share the story - he shared it as a batsu game after losing a round of uno. usually, when asked about his search for a girlfriend, ace would get all red and try to defend himself from the single until he became old allegations.

but today was surprising because not only did he not become all flustered and defensive - ace trappola looked smug even as he leaned his head into his palm and laughed.

"hmm, i wonder about that?" from behind, ace could hear approaching footsteps stopping next to him, and the live stream chat went wild and even ruggie who was looking at ace's stream right now watched with wide eyes as someone who was wearing the streamer's well-known sweater stood beside him.

"what the fuck?!"

gloomurai: ?!?!? muscle-red: what is with the sudden plot twist wani-sama🔧: WAIT wani-sama🔧: IS THAT-?!

"heya (nickname)~" ace hummed, turning his gaming chair facing your direction, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he grinned at you ever so cheekily. "you're late!"

"what are you five? i don't even know why you want me to come over." you rolled your eyes, trying to push him away playfully, only to run your fingers through his hair and chuckle.

seeing him lazily smiling at you causes you to succumb to your urge to pinch his cheeks - hard, making ace cry out in pain. before you could even ask another question, you saw something flash at the corner of your eye causing you to look at his monitor - realizing that he is still streaming. while holding onto you. and he not even on mute!

"this is all your plan, wasn't..." holding his face in your hands, ace could only laugh and nod, his hand quickly pulling you down, making you sit on his lap as he proudly present you to everyone. "as you can see, i am not hopeless anymore!"

wani-sama🔧: WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIS?!

"how is it possible i could hear sebek through the screen..." you sigh, leaning your back on ace and waved at the camera so casually as if the chat and ruggie weren't surprised at all.

"i just want to say to chat that ace didn't have my family in hostage." with you hand wrapped around his, you put up up and showed it to the camera. "and he is stuck with me."

hearing at just what you said made everyone in the chat go insane erupting into numerous emoji and something with the lines of 'oh my god he is not lying!' or just exclamation but nothing beats the reaction of your friends.

"(name) you settled for a guy like him?!" you could hear ruggie's surprised voice through your boyfriend's headset and honestly, you were contemplating if you would agree or just laugh it off.

"what can i say? sometimes, idiots have their charms."

jamil-viper: i can't believe you got (name) of all people... deuce-spade: oh thank god i don't have to keep it a secret anymore. wani-sama🔧: YOU KNEW?! epel-felmier: i think that's the effect of not our gc !!

the stream goes on with ace finally having his bragging rights and the twitter stans going crazy about the sudden girlfriend reveal. oh well, karma does hit back hard doesn't it?

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 12th of May, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 12th of May, 2024

Question: What does Harry want from this Nigerian visit?

Interpretation: He wants to use it to makes things go back the way they used to be, and he wants to be the centre of attention.

Card One: Death in reverse

Death is a card of change, of moving from one state to another with no way to go back, of letting go of things. In the reverse, it is someone who does not want to change, who is not letting go of things, who is repeating negative patterns, and who wants to return to a previous state.

Death is the card of Scorpio, and King Charles is a sun sign Scorpio, so I am taking this card as referring to King Charles in particular as well as things in general.

The energy of this card is of someone who does not want things to change, who wants to go back to the way things used to be. Harry does not want his position and privileges to change. He would like very much to go back to being treated as he was treated when he was a working royal. I hear the words 'I want to go home', but 'home' is the days of Hero Harry and being the most popular royal. Harry can't return to those days - he has shown us too clearly what he is really like for that to happen - but he wants to go back to those days.

With respect to The King, Harry wants to go back to the days when honours were set aside for him and given to him, when houses were provided for him, when he was included as a member of the BRF. He wants his father to treat him the way he used to, not like he is doing now, e.g. giving military honours to Prince William and not to Harry. I know and you know that Harry lost all that when he left the BRF, but it appears that Harry did not know this, and he honestly thought he could go and be a 'private citizen' and still have military honours awarded to him by the King, keep his houses and his patronages, etc. He wants to go back to those days and there is a lot of puzzlement coming through as to why they are not happening any more. He can't understand what he did to be punished in this way (he views the lack of more military honours, free housing etc as a punishment). In his mind, all he did was tell the truth, just like he had always been told to do, so why is he being punished for it?

With respect to the Nigeria visit, I think that Harry is desperately trying to show his father that he can behave like a royal, so please won't you let me back in to the BRF as a working royal with all my old perks and privileges?

Card Two: The Three of Pentacles in reverse

The Three of Pentacles is about teamwork, three or more people working together to achieve a goal, putting in the effort to make something. In the reverse, it is someone who is not a team player, who is in competition with those around them, driven by their ego, and/or lacks any motivation to do any hard work.

The energy coming from this card, very strongly, is 'not a team player'. Harry wants to be seen as unique and special, not part of a crowd (or a team) but as the leader, the inspiration, the one everyone looks up to. He also has no intention of putting in any hard work, preferring to sit back and let others do that for him.

Harry wants this trip to show what a unique, special, and inspirational person he is, and how he deserves a special place set above everyone else just because of who he is naturally. He wants to be treated as someone special. The energy from the card hints that this goal has been accomplished and Harry is satisfied with his reception in Nigeria - it has highlighted how wonderful he is to his satisfaction (it could have been better, of course, but he is not upset with what he was given).

Card Three: The Eight of Pentacles, in reverse

The Eight of Pentacles is the apprentice card. It is about gaining mastery, learning and honing your skills, having high standards for yourself and others and striving to meet them. In the reverse, it is about being lazy, not learning and not honing your skills, wasting your talents, a rushed job/poor quality goods, having little or no motivation to improve yourself, mediocrity.

The energy from this card is that of laziness. So much laziness. Harry does not want to work, he does not want to learn, he does not want to improve himself. He is mediocre at best and sub standard at worst but he thinks he is top quality and perfectly OK exactly the way he is.

Harry did not want to do any work at all for this visit. He was happy to turn up and be praised and admired, but there was never any intention of putting any effort into it. He does not want to learn about the country, the people, their problems - he does not want to know about it. He wants to turn up for a few things and be admired and praised. He doesn't want people to expect him to work or do anything that involves making an effort.

Card Four: The Pages of Wands

Pages are messages, Wands can be PR, upright is good news. Harry wants good PR from this trip. He wants glowing media reports on whatever he does or doesn't do. He wants fawning, bootlicking, over-the-top sugary articles about how wonderful he is and how much he is loved and what an inspiration he is, and if he gets that he will be happy.

Underlying Energy: The Sun in reverse

The Sun card is about optimism, success, everything going right, warmth, being the golden child (as Apollo, on the card, is the favoured son of Zeus), joy, confidence, vitality. In the reverse it is about not being the golden child, pessimism, things not going right, depression, sadness. It can also be being conceited or being over-optimistic.

The energy from this card is of someone who absolutely wants to be the centre of attention and have people fawning over him where ever he goes. It is either a message from the universe that Harry is being over-optimistic in what he wants from this visit, or it is that Harry wants to be conceited, he wants to be bombastic and talk on and on and on while people around him are smothering their yawns, he wants to be surrounded by yes -men who will pander to his conceits.

The Sun is the card of The Sun, the ruling planet of Leo, and Meghan is a sun-sigh Leo. This card is not about Meghan, though. It is about Harry. In astronomy, The Sun is your self, your ego, your core values etc. The less evolved aspects of The Sun involve being arrogant, conceited, egotistic, full of yourself, demanding all the attention be on you, etc, and this appears to be exactly how Harry wants to behave on this visit - and to get approval for it, as The Sun card can also be about other people approving of you and saying yes to you.

Conclusion:

Harry wants four things from this trip to Nigeria. He wants to be lazy, i.e. not asked to do any work, he wants to be treated as someone special and inspirational, he wants glowing PR, and he wants to show his father that he can behave like a royal so he will be let back into the BRF and everything will be the way it used to be. The 'back in the family' ask is the underlying motive, the other three are things that he wants all the time.

Underneath all this is a need to be conceited and self absorbed and have people agree with him, to display the traits of ego, arrogance, demand all the attention etc and have everyone just smile and not just go along with it, but actively pander to him. If he gets all this from the Nigeria trip then he will consider it a success.

[crownedtargaryen]

tear you apart. modern werewolf!cregan

pairing: modern werewolf!cregan x reader (a/n): i’ll be honest i really didn’t wanna write this cause i am in no way a cregan enjoyer (idk why i just cant get into him) so im sorry if this feels lazy CW: p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of blood, overstimulation if you squint, kinda a lot tbh he’s a beast. prns: she/her words: 1.3k tag list: @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist @twizzy123

Being with Cregan Stark was both a treat and a nightmare. A popular hockey player with a more reserved girl seemed like an unexpected match. If his team wins a game, you sit on the couch at this party. You watch the sweaty and shaggy men loiter and flirt loosely, Cregan trying to include me. You stare at him and smile as you softly reject his request. Though, he was a bit of an idiot when it came to understanding others' feelings, completely blind to negative emotions.

He's lucky he's attractive.

You sit on the couch, idly sipping the alcoholic beverage that rests in the red cup between your fingers, staring at the boys. With his shaggy dark hair and beautifully shaped facial hair, Cregan stood out. His toned muscles gleamed in the minimal light around him. You couldn't help the swelling feeling between your legs. Every time sex was brought up, Cregan avoided urges like the plague. You were unsure why since he'd called you his "destined mate." If you both were so destined to be together, why does he avoid intimacy like a plague?

That is, until tonight.

Something in him changes as he comes down from some high, his chest heaving as his hands clench into fists. Robb is nearby and spots a behavioral change. Quickly, you watch as he rushes towards Jon, whose eyes widen in surprise. What's happening? Did he get hurt?

You get up, heading for Cregan to check on him. But, before you reach him, a strong hand pulls you back. You turn around, looking at Jon Snow's familiar face, Cregan's distant half-cousin.

"We're leaving," he says sternly, his voice smooth like silk. You shake your head looking at Cregan. You only see him as Robb drags him off, his eyes fiery and full of something you can't place. When he looks at you, he's practically clawing Robb to get to you, a power trip between the two.

"I came here with Cregan! I can't just leave him," you snap, Jon's brows furrowing as he grabs you tighter and forcefully drags you off to his car.

"I'll get your things, just stay here and behave," he says, pushing me into the back seat and getting into the front, not saying another word. Despite your abundance of questions, Jon stays silent and stern. Is Cregan okay? What's happening? Why can't I see him? This is unfair, you have to tell me! Jon doesn't budge, continuing his one-track mind as you fall quiet, not dwelling on what you've just seen.

When you walk into the Stark house, it's a scattered mess. Arya and Sansa are whispering to each other, which silences when you enter, Robb, Jon, and Ned are all rushing around from Cregan's room to the kitchen, and Catelyn is sitting with the girls in dead silence. You hear the women ushering you to join them, to stay downstairs, but you don't obey. Slowly, you walk up the stairs to Cregan's room.

A shaky hand touches the hot doorknob as you open it slowly, spotting Cregan tied to the bed with anything they can, his chest bare and heaving desperately as his eyes hold a soft yellow hue that glares into your soul. Your heart pounds, closing the door and locking it quickly, rushing to Cregan and furrowing your brows.

"What the fuck is this?! What's going on?" You say with pained confusion. Cregan whimpers under your eyes like a dog, his jaw clenching as his hips push into the air. That's when you notice. His hands hold claws, sharp like an animal’s, yellow-hued eyes staring eagerly into yours, and his raging hard-on that hurt in his pants. It all made sense; why he was tied down, why the women stayed away while the men went around.

He wasn't a human.

You take your hand, placing it on Cregan's cheek, his body blazing hot as he moans and nuzzles into your palm, taking in the scent of your wrist. His k-9 teeth seemed more prominent now as he nipped at your skin with a desperate look in his eyes. You shiver with delight, biting your lip and moving in to kiss him, a banging on the door trailing your thoughts away.

Fuck it.

You ignore the knock, untying Cregan. Within seconds he's on you, his arms cradling your torso and his clawed hands trailing up your shirt. He cups at your breasts through your bra's flimsy lace.

"Mine," he growls lowly, pressing his hard-on to your clothed cunt, grinding his hips slowly. "Breed. Please." He looks at you, only barely restraining himself from forcing this upon you.

You moan in delight, tilting your head back as you return his waist movements tenfold, nodding quickly. "Yes, your mate," you whisper, lips parting slightly as a pathetic whimper escapes your lips. "Take me, Cregan. Please." The plea barely escapes your lips as he pins you against the bed, hands ripping off your clothing like an animal. You ignore the banging on the door, shivering at the heat rushing onto your skin, Cregan tearing off your underwear and pants, tossing the torn-apart clothing to the floor as she sheds his trousers, underwear nowhere to be seen. He grabs your thighs, pulling you up roughly and his mouth immediately abusing your throbbing cunt, tongue lapping at your folds and rolling in circles on your swollen clit, a euphoric groan emerging from him as those yellow eyes glare into yours, forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his. His tongue plunges inside of you, juices squirting onto the muscle as he fists his cock eagerly, grinding into his palm. You sink into the sheets, panting desperately and rolling your hips into his mouth, your thighs trembling. His claws dig into your thighs, harsh enough to prick the skin and draw small bits of blood.

With a filthy pop, he moves off your cunt too early for your liking. But, his regard for your pleasure is now extinct. You can't speak before his cock plunges into you. It took everything out of him not to rail at you. His eyes stare into yours, pushing you into a mating press and his eyes attempting to not roll back in his skull, sweat dripping from his tan muscles and down his freckled shoulders and face, shaggy dark hair dangling in front of your face as his cross necklace dangles in your face, almost taunting you to sink into this sin. Slowly, you grind your hips to tell him to start moving, which he gladly does with an animalistic growl, keeping deep and lustful eye contact as he slams his hips to yours, filthy wet slapping noises filling the room as his lips move to your neck, nipping at the fragile skin.

"Could rip you apart," he whispers, excitement coursing through you. "Tear your pretty body to shreds if I wanted." He slams harder into your cunt, making you whimper and scream his name, clawing red swelling marks into his skin. Cregan loves it, pressing his forehead to yours and huffing loudly. Growls mixed with heavy grunts escaped him. Since this was your first time in ages, you knew you couldn't last anymore.

His hips snap into yours as you tell him you're getting closer to your blissful finale. He ignores you, pounding it just as hard, slamming into that spongy spot inside you, pounding it when you squeal his name. When you see white, you feel him bite in an oddly specific spot on your neck, hard enough to draw blood. He licks up the red metallic fluid eagerly.

"That's it... Fuckin' take my pups in that filthy cunt. Fuck..." He groans in your ear, body trembling in delight.

"Cre- Cregan, stop- I-I can't take any more." You cry, overwhelmed with pleasure. He ignores your pleas, riding out his orgasm just as rough as he started, bursting inside you. 

Gradually, he slows, looking into your eyes and panting heavily, keeping his cock stuffed in your cunt. With a loving kiss, he gently wipes away your tears.

"Don't pass out yet, I'm not done with you. You're all mine tonight, Cub. All. Mine."

[richarlotte]

High Class Dating.

I’m spending the summer interning in New York before I move to California and I’ve not had any trouble at all when it comes to getting dates, meeting men, or being taken out. I do sugar date and date hypergamously because if you’ve not leveled up your dating game in 2024, you’re missing out. I think it’s imperative to only except dates with men that make you feel good, have good careers and have something to offer, and make an effort to treat you like a lady. 2024 is the decade of the black woman and I know what I want so it’s time for me to get it. I’ve been dating since I was 18, I’m not a love guru by any means but I hold my own, and I love going out and having a good time with high quality men who will treat me well and show me their lifestyle.

My Stats.

As a background, here are my stats: I’m about 5’11 and weigh 140 pounds, I’m dark skin, and I have alopecia (I do wear a wig). Am I drop dead gorgeous? I’m not Jasmine Tookes but I’m confident and love the way I look, I’ve taken time to level up, I have a good workout routine and a toned body, and I’ve made strides with my personal style and makeup skills over the past few years. I’m happy to make posts related to the process that I went through when I started leveling up, the changes I made to my style and to my makeup routine, and the workout routine and some of the food I eat to keep myself healthy and motivated. I don’t believe in dating out of desperation and I think that it’s always important to make an effort if you are a woman; if you make an effort and know your audience then you’ll find that it’s easier to meet people and go to better places.

A few of my dates.

I went to lunch at the Penn Club with a man who I met on Hinge. He’s a successful young plastic surgeon and we spoke for two days before he asked me out on his first day off. He was tall, had big brown eyes and a strong jaw, handsome, an excellent conversationalist, and very intelligent. He made such an effort to take me somewhere beautiful, treat me well, and make sure that I was having fun and he had so much potential. I really liked our date and think it’s one of the best I’ve been on since I landed in New York for my internship.

I went to Martha’s Vineyard for Fourth of July weekend with another date. His family owns a huge house on the island and I’d mentioned to him that I wanted to go somewhere that felt luxurious so he invited me and a few of my friends to visit. It was a beautiful long weekend and I got to do so much; we swam, cooked, watched the fireworks, danced, listened to so much good music, and got to know each other better. I love a man who comes for money and has his own money but is still humble and he is the definition of a good guy.

I feel like every girl has her own story about going out with an NHL player but OMG let me tell you mine. I went out with a Swedish NHL player and these wealthy Scandinavian men and athletes love black women. People will try to say that they only like thin blondes but this man treated me like a princess, he still sends me gifts, he got me tickets for the Stanley Cup finals, and he’s an angel with the most beautiful accent I’ve ever heard. I slid into his DMs on IG and then he was messaging me an hour later, liking all my pics, and asking me if I’ve ever been to Sweden. I’m going to try to go visit Stockholm in December to try to see him during Christmas when I know he’ll be back at home.

How I meet men.

I use Bumble, Hinge, and the good old-fashioned way of leading people in person. I can do a post on the best way I’ve met people in person and some of the venues I like. I think everyone who reads this will agree that there’s just something about a man who treats you well, is strong, and has a thick wallet and good looks. Every girl deserves a guy like that and I think it’s important that black women do not take any bullshit and don’t compromise on what they want. There are men out there who would drop everything in their hands to do something for me, the princess treatment isn’t a myth at all, and I have met so many men who are able and willing to invest in me and my lifestyle. Again, if you know what you want, then you’re going to get it but you have to be willing to put the work in.

Richarlotte x

[turcott3]

worst behavior

cole sillinger x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, arguing, smut: oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, slightest tiniest bit of fluff

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~this ain’t no game, won’t play with you. this time i know ill stay with you~

-

your eyes fluttered open to a room filled with sunlight. you stretched out and rolled over, running into something. you finally process what’s going on and look around the room, not recognizing a single piece of it.

“where am i?” you whisper, looking at the body next to you. an ohio state hockey player who’s name you vaguely recalled, but that didn’t matter because someone definitely saw you leave with him.

fuck.

“hmm.” you hear the boy groan next to you.

“good morning.” you say scooting away from him.

“morning beautiful.” he says opening his eyes and smiling at you, your heart almost fluttering at those words. cole never uttered them to you.

“sleep good?” you ask as he leans up on his elbow.

“i did, last night was incredible.” he says kissing you on the cheek. that’s when it all came flooding back. his gentlemanly gestures roped you in. he opened the car door for you, he was sweet, overall seemed like someone you’d actually want to be with. until you remembered that you had never betrayed your….. whatever it was, to cole.

“i’m gonna get a shower, you can stay here or raid the kitchen. my home is yours.” he says smiling at you.once the bathroom door shuts, you scramble to collect your clothes, putting them on, grabbing your phone, and sneaking out the door as quickly as possible. you had been fucking cole for a few months now and would never dare to betray your loyalty to him. he was like a drug to you, and you were addicted. not that he could say the same for you as much as you wished he would. you had no car and didn’t know where you were, but you couldn’t call cole, so you chose the next best option. adam.

“hello?”

“yes hey adam, so it’s a long story but can i send you my location? i don’t know where i am and i have no transportation.”

“yeah of course i can. are you okay?”

“yeah i just have a bad feeling that someone is gonna know about what happened and i really wanna just pretend it never happened. i’ll tell you in the car.”

“y/n it’s gonna be fine, don’t worry. send me your location and i’ll be there.”

“sent. thank you so much adam, seriously.”

“no problem, i don’t want you to get kidnapped or anything.” he laughs.

“thank you, bye adam.”

“bye.” he says and you hang up. what were you going to tell cole? you check and see only one missed call and two texts from him. everyday you hoped he would grow more desperate for your attention, but the day still never came. once adam arrived at your location, you get into his car and buckle without a word.

“so what happened?” he says putting the car back into drive and pulling off.

“i went to a party last night,”

“like the one some of the guys and i went to?”

“yes that one, and i guess i got drunk and came back with a fucking ohio state hockey player, but he was so sweet and nice and gentlemanly.”

“ohio state really?” adam asks.

“adam, that’s what you’re concerned about?” you say smacking him on the arm.

“hey that’s serious dude,”

“that is the least of my worries right now. what if cole finds out? someone had to have seen me leave with him.”

“has he called you?”

“yeah.”

“when?”

“like 2 hours ago.”

“he knows.” he simply states.

“i mean maybe he doesn’t.”

“check your voicemail.” he says going silent, you listened in and he didn’t go into specifics but he seemed angry.

“well shit, i’ll go see him tomorrow,” you say

“probably a good idea.” he replies, the rest of the drive was mostly silent. how were you supposed to make an excuse for this?

-

the next day came and you were terrified. once you arrive at his house, you step up to the door but before your knuckles could hit the wooden surface, it opens.

“look who finally decided to show up.” he says stepping out of the way so you could walk inside.

“look cole i-“

“i don’t wanna hear it.”

“what do you mean?”

“an excuse, so you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened the other night.”

“well i-“

“spit it out.” he says stepping closer.

“why do you care so much?” you ask.

“just answer the fucking question.”

“fine. that night, i got drunk at the party, you would know bc you were there. you had girls surrounding you, this lovely guy came up to me. he was super sweet and respectful so i went home with him.”

“oh so you’re fucking him now too?”

“well i obviously haven’t gone back to him, nor do i have his number. is that what you want to hear?”

“no.”

“take me on a date, just once, and i’ll forget i even looked in his direction.” you begged. you didn’t want your time with cole to end. you never wanted it to if you could help it.

“i want you forget he ever even fucking existed y/n.”

“just take me out one time cole.” you beg, and his stance doesn’t change.

“did he fuck you good?” he says smirking, changing the topic.

“well it was okay, he was very sweet though. i love that in a guy, just pure sweetness.”

“so he didn’t fuck you like i do?”

“maybe he did.” you shrug, knowing it was a flat out lie.

“oh really?” he scoffs, grazing his hands around your waist, facing inching closer to yours.

“he could never come close to what i give you.” he says lowly, connecting your lips. instantly, you cave at his touch. your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. he bites your lip as he pulls away looking into your eyes. he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carries you to his room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. he tosses you on the bed, immediately pulling your shirt off over your head and throwing it as he does the same.

“i just really like when a guy is sweet, you don’t understand that?” you say interrupting the tangible silence in the room.

“no i do.”

“sure doesn’t seem like it.”

“well maybe i can be sweet.” he retorts.

“ha sure you can.” you scoff as he walks over to the bad, towering over you.

“you just don’t get to find out right now.” he smirks, crawling onto the bed and attaching his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. your hands find their way into his hair, tugging on hit lightly as you grew more and more anxious for him to get the ball rolling. he unclasped your bra with one hand and helps you out of it, tossing it across the room. he hooks his fingers under the bands of your underwear and he slides them down you legs quickly before removing his own underwear.

“you want me to fuck you baby?”

“yes, please cole.” you say practically in a whisper as he bends down, his tongue making contact with your dripping core. his tongue working in circles on your clit, his sheets now clenched in your fists. suddenly sliding two fingers into you, curling them causing your back to arch, a loud moan ripping from your throat, already edging a climax. out of nowhere, he pulls his fingers out backing away from you, sucking your juices off his fingers before crawling over you and kissing you sloppily.

“no please why’d you stop?” you whine.

“just had to get you ready.” he smirks pulling away, running his leaking tip through your soaked folds.

“you gonna be good for me pretty girl?” he asks.

“i am.” you say quietly.

“good.” he smirks before pushing into you without warning, a galaxy forming behind your eyelids, your legs hooking around his hip.

“fuck.” you say gripping onto his arms. his thrusts were deep and hard.

“so good just for me.” he grunts out in broken up speech. you open your eyes and lock contact with his, moaning uncontrollably as he hit the sensitive spongey spot deep inside you with each thrust.

“fuck cole oh my god.” you say, the only words you could possibly muster up. you were overstimulated in the best way, sex with cole was always amazing but he was really outdoing himself this time. he leans down, attaching your lips to his to silence your moans as your climax creeped closer and closer.

“god you’re so fucking hot.” he says locking eyes with you again, before you roll your eyes into the back of your head trying to hold off the orgasm that threatened to rip through your body.

“cole i-“

“do it. come for me.” he says and on queue you see stars, your body relaxing all the tightness it previously felt. he fucked you all the way through your high, thinking that was the end.

“you think we’re done here? i’m not done with you.” he says slowing down and pulling out of you, picking you up and tossing you onto your stomach. you raise yourself up in your hands and knees weakly, knowing exactly what he wanted. he places his calloused hand on your ass, using the other to help push himself into you swollen core.

“fuck.” you scream as his hips slam into you quickly.

“yeah you like that?”

“fuck yes i do.” you say, kicking back into high gear, his hips slamming into your ass, his thick cock somehow hitting deeper than before, stretching you out with each thrust. your arms give out and your chest hits the bed, arching your back to keep your position for him.

“god damn look at you.” he says, the smirk lining his voice. his hand reaches into your hair, gathering it around his hand as he pulls you back up, you arms barely holding your weight as he pulls your back closer to his chest until you’re flush against his front side, his other hand holding you up while his fingers found their way to your clit. you couldn’t conjure any words, your hand found the back of his neck as he grunts sweet nothings into your ear, feeling your orgasm approach once again.

“fuck cole i’m gonna come.” you force out. he lets go of your hair and you fall back onto your arms, your walls clenching around him.

“come for me, come baby.” he says and you do as you’re told once again, your arms shaking as he spills his seed deep into your cervix.

“oh my god.” you say as he pulls out of your overly stimulated core rolling you over, your legs shaking frantically. you’d never been fucked that good a day in your life and you were wishing you could feel it again already.

“so, does he fuck you like i can?” he asks again breathlessly and you shake your head quickly, not being able to speak up.

“use your words baby.” he smirks, climbing over you, his face a mere 4 inches from yours, his hair grazing your forehead lightly.

“he could never.” you say pulling his chain bringing him in for another kiss.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” he says smiling as you pull apart. typically, he says this and wipes you clean with a rag, sending you on your way so you didn’t expect much. he puts his boxers on and walks into the bathroom, soaking a rag with warm water before returning, wiping you clean gently. he tosses the rag into his hamper and hands you your lace thing off the floor and a blue jackets tshirt.

“cole wha-“

“no no, take it seriously.” he says and you take it from him hesitantly, pulling it over your head. careful, he removes your hair from the neck, and brushes it behind your shoulders.

“what’s all this?” you say, shocked that you were even still at his house.

“showing you that i can be sweet.” he smirks, pulling you by the shirt into a sweet kiss.

“i’m usually gone by now.”

“well maybe this time you should stay.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah why not.” he says leaning back on his head board, opening his arms for you to join him. you lay your head on his chest as your arm drapes over his body, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“why have you never let me stay before?” you say looking up at him, breaking the silence.

“i didn’t know what you wanted from me, until today.”

“what do you mean?”

“i thought you just wanted to be around me for sex.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

“well maybe at first but it grew to much more than that. i don’t think i’ve ever regretted anything more than fucking that dude the other night but i mean to be fair i thought all you wanted from me was sex too.”

“it was for a while but feelings change you know.” he laughs slightly.

“so?”

“so what?” he asks obliviously.

“are you gonna take me out?” you say giving the man puppy dog eyes. he rolls his eyes laughing lightly.

“yes y/n, ill take you out.” he giggles, kissing you on the head. it brought you peace knowing that he had feelings for you too, but maybe you should be on your worst behavior more often…..

[1super2]

ona battle - your coming home

You had been playing for barca for as long as you can remember. You started in the academy and that is where you met ona . It was always your guy's dream to play in the first team together .

At the age of 16 you got asked to start training and playing with the first team but ona did not get the same opportunity.

She played on the b team for 2 years whilst you were becoming a regular player for the first team .

Ona decided to move to man united to get experience playing in the highest league in england .

You really didn't want her to go but you knew it was the best thing for her .

You are now 21 and your guys dream has still not come true . You achieved the dream of playing in the national team together but you wanted to make this dream come true .

You were getting ready to go to training.

The season was over but you guys still had to play in the champions league final so you guys were preparing constantly.

You were just about to leave the house when ona called you.

" Hey ona you alright i was just about to go to training " i asked her

" Hey i just wanted to tell you something before you hear from the media " she says getting me excited

" Don't tell me it is what i think it is " i reply

" I think it is I AM COMING TO BARCA NEXT SEASON " She screams down the phone

" NO WAY ARE YOU COMING HOME " i

shout loudly

" Yep but i will leave you to get to training we don't want you to be late and i will talk to you later " she says before the phone cuts off and i get in my car to drive to training .

I arrive and the training ground and walk straight into the locker room hoping to find mapi , patri and alexia as them being my three closest friends ona said i could tell them as i am rubbish at keeping secrets from them .  I walked in and saw all three of them sitting at their lockers so i walked over to them and pulled the aside .

" Guess what ona is coming back next season " i said trying to keep my voice quiet but that wasn't that easy as i was too excited

" So the rumours were true then " mapi asks as i nod

" As much i am happy we do need to get to training " alexia says as all 4 of us walk out of training

For that whole training session i was so happy and playing at my best . Every time i tried to score pass sandra i would got flying pass her . Every time i would go in for a tackle it would be clean and with me getting the ball .

That was probably the best training session i have had in a long time .

I guess i have to thank ona for that .

" If she isn't even here and you are playing like this i would love to see you playing when she arrives next season " patri jokes as we walk back into the changing room .

A/N

PLEASE REQUEST I AM DESPERATE FOR SOME THINGS TO WRITE

[rocketbirdie]

A New School Hunter's Guide to Old School Monster Hunter: What to Expect

World and Rise have come and gone. These are the games that introduced you to Monster Hunter. But now that you've completed every goal you set out to achieve, there's a big 2025 sized hole in your hunting heart where Wilds may one day be. "In the meantime, why not catch up on the old MH games?" you think to yourself, blissfully unaware of the hell that you are about to subject yourself to.

Below the cut is a SUPER LONG and very dramatic post, intended for new-ish Monster Hunter players who are bored of being good at the game, and want to remember what AGONY feels like— but would rather not jump in 100% blind like I did, doomed to hilarious suffering.

Note: This post mainly refers to MHGU, but much of it applies to older MH games as well. I came from Rise, and have not played World. If I made any incorrect assumptions about games I haven't played, apologies in advance. Let me know if I made any glaring mistakes.

Also, feel free to reblog and add any more info that I missed! I am but one mortal hunter, after all.

Table of Contents, because I wasn't kidding when I said this is a super long post:

Preparing for a Quest

GATHERING TAKES FOREVER

Paintballs, and other things that aren't in the newer games for a very good reason

When the monster attacks you

When you attack the monster

Armor Skills (AAAAAAA!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!! AAAAAAAHHAGHHAAHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!)

The Desire Sensor (You Will Grind.)

No but really, you'd better have ~30 minutes set aside if you're planning on reading this whole thing in one sitting. Enjoy!

1. Preparing for a Quest

Many of the conveniences of the modern quest hub layout are nowhere to be found in old school MH games. Sure, you've got an overpriced shop, a smithy, and a quest handler all in one spot. And if you're lucky, maybe even a place to eat before the hunt. But if you want to change your equipment, save the game, or entrust your cat with an overseas trade deal, you'll likely have to do it somewhere else. And that means loading screens.

I'm telling you now, get used to the loading screens. Make sure you know what you want to do and where you need to do it, before you sit there and wait. Our spoiled Gen 5 asses are so accustomed to seamless transitions; the load times are not unreasonable, but the sheer number of interruptions will make you feel like a rabid animal gnawing at the bars of a wire cage. You'll get used to it. <- That's a phrase you're going to see a LOT in this post.

Go to your house to pick out your weapon and armor, and feast your eyes upon the horror: all of the equipment is haphazardly thrown into one box. There are no separate storage spaces for individual weapon types, meaning your sweet precious baby angel, the hammer, has to share menu real estate with the fucking light bowgun (UGH).

You cannot sort armor by head, chest, arms, etc. Want to see how your armor skills are looking? Close the box. Open the start menu. Navigate to "status," then flip through a page or two of normal, healthy stats. Find the armor skills page. Black out for a split second. Feel your heart rate spike, then immediately close out the armor skills, and decide that it's not important right now, and that you'll figure it out later.

Get your items in order. Set an item loadout if you can. Money is tight, and that won't be changing any time soon, so keep an eye on your zenny while you're shopping and smithing. Excess bones and ore are a decent source of cash if you're desperate.

I know I probably don't have to say it, but EAT! Eat something before the hunt! It increases your health and stamina bar and may grant you temporary skills. Some skills are exclusive to food, and can't be acquired via armor or decorations, so try out as many foods as you can. You'll be able to make more dishes using ingredients that you obtain as side quest rewards.

Before you set out on your quest, make absolutely certain that you have everything you might need. This is EXTREMELY important. The main camp is pretty much just there for show. (And for delivering eggs, but that's beside the point.) You cannot change your equipment or refill your items AT ALL once you're out there. If you forgot to eat, too bad, sucks to be you. And whatever weapon you bring is the only one you'll be using for that entire quest.

Alright, time to hunt! Talk to the quest handler, no, not that npc, no, that's not her either- ahem. Talk to the quest handler, aaaand yippee. 1 Star is all gathering quests. Well, at least they'll go by quickly!

2. GATHERING TAKES FOREVER

The first thing you'll notice on your first gathering quest in old school MH is that you slowly. Gather. One. Item. At a time. Maybe two if you're really striking it rich. Please for the love of all that is good, hold down the gathering button. Save yourself some time. Don't be an idiot like I was for more hours than I'm willing to admit.

YOU NEED TO GATHER. You need to gather so much, all the time, constantly. If you're not actively in combat, you should be gathering. If you're not gathering, then you should be moving to another gathering spot in order to gather more stuff. Bring a gathering palico. Hell, bring two. They are The Best type of palico, it doesn't even come close. There is no moment when you should not gather.

I can't stress this enough. Old school MH games will not just shower you with free items. Quest rewards are often pitiful, and it's safe to assume that the trader won't have what you need. Yes, gathering is slow and boring. But that's exactly why you need to weave it into every beat of downtime that the game gives you. GATHER, always. You'll thank yourself later.

You will need pickaxes to mine, and bug nets to catch bugs. These take up precious inventory space, but are well worth bringing to regular locales. If you want to fish and actually obtain something worthwhile (PLESIOTH), then you'll need to craft bait or bring some with you. And if the crafting recipes aren't listed anywhere in game, then gog help you.

There is a chance that crafting will just... not work. It'll consume the materials but spit out garbage instead of what you wanted to make. The odds of this happening can be mitigated by bringing a crafting book with you on your quest, which you can buy from a shop. But that book will take up space in your already miserably small inventory, assuming you brought sensible things along too, like potions. And a map.

Unless you have the locale memorized, you won't know where you are without the map item. In Low Rank, a map is courteously provided in the main camp's rations box, along with some field meds and food. (Don't get used to this kind of generosity. It'll be gone in High Rank and beyond.) Now that you have a map, you'll be able to see where all of the gathering spots are.......... right? RIGHT?????

WRONG. If you want to know where the spots are, you'll have to find them and then dedicate some real-life human brain memory space for that info. In some games, the gathering spots are obvious, with a big question mark that pops up when you can interact with them. In older games... uh... ha. Haha...... yeah. Good luck.

On the bright side, at least the map is good for keeping yourself safe. Y'know, because of the titular monsters. You can see the monsters on the map......... right?

Okay I'm gonna cut straight to the chase.

3. Paintballs, and other things that aren't in the newer games for a very good reason

Craft a pretty pink paintball with a paintberry and a sap plant. Equip it in your item scroll bar, and press that sexy item use button to throw it at a monster. Voila! A pink dot appears on your map. This (and psychoserum) allows you to see the monster's location.

Get into the habit of bringing multiple paintballs with you on every quest. You will miss a few throws. Also, the effect wears off after a few minutes, meaning you'll have to find the monster and hit it with another paintball again in order to keep it on the map. Be mindful of flying wyverns, who are aggravatingly hard to follow without a paintball. That includes some unexpected honorable mentions, for example Mizutsune, Zinogre, and Rajang, who can just... fly to the opposite side of the map. Yeah, I know. Don't ask.

So Zinogre has just taken to the skies. Now's a great opportunity to sharpen your weapon! If you remembered whetstones, that is. They're not an infinite resource, and they're not just automatically in your inventory. You'll have to go out of your way to obtain them and bring them with you on your hunts.

Likewise, I mentioned earlier that you need pickaxes and bug nets for gathering their respective items. What I didn't tell you is that they too are a finite resource. Pickaxes and bug nets can and will break, and you'll have to buy or craft new ones. If you're planning on doing a lot of gathering, eat for skills that reduce the likelihood of your tools breaking. It makes a huge difference.

Pay attention to what locale the quest takes place in. Some locales are hot, like Dunes and... *shudders* Volcanic Hollow. Bring cool drinks with you to hot locales, or else you'll take passive heat damage. Trust me, you do not want to be on fire the whole time you're running away from (and whiffing your attacks on) Uragaan. Ask me how I know that.

Similarly, cold locales will ruin your stamina bar over time. Hot drinks protect you from this stamina drain. Some locales, like Desert, have both hot and cold areas. Which is annoying because the drinks cancel each other out. Keep this in mind.

Don't be lured into a false sense of comfort just because you didn't forget your cool drinks. Because once you get into High Rank, there's a pretty good chance that you won't spawn at the main camp when you start a quest. One day, you will spawn right into a pool of lava, directly in a monster's line of sight, with zero time to prepare. It's okay to be a total chicken and run away screaming. After all, it is a monster, and it will attack you.

4. When the monster attacks you

I almost guarantee that your first old school hunt will leave a bitter taste in your mouth. Not bitter enough to make you instantly hate the game, but just enough to make you want to put the controller down and go outside and maybe even interact with other human beings, which is just as tragic.

Want to get some practice in with your weapon before the hunt? Well, too bad bucko, there's no training area. There may be a so-called "training quest," in which an npc barfs tutorial text onto your boots and then pits you against a real monster in an inescapable arena fight to the death, which is hilarious if you think about the in-game universe implications. Anyway. If you want to learn the in and outs of your weapon, then you'll have to do it the old fashioned way: get out there and get your ass kicked.

Great news! Getting your ass kicked is cheap, easy, and quick. Monsters' attacks will hit you like a cement truck packed with explosives speeding towards a steel wall. Even dumb little attacks like tail slaps and nibbles will take a CHUNK out of your health bar. Good thing you brought potions!

Terrible news! You are extremely vulnerable for several seconds while consuming healing items. Whether you like it or not, you will stand there in place, unable to move at all, glug, then flex your strong beautiful arms for the whole world to admire. And if the monster turns its attention towards you while you're doing this, there is nothing you can do but watch in despair as all of the health you just regained AND then some, gets torn away from you in an instant.

Don't wait until the fights get tough in order to prioritize learning monster's attack patterns. Even early on, only heal when you know for certain that it's safe to do so. Remember, it's okay to run away like a little wuss to put distance between yourself and the monster so you can use your items in peace. Hell, leave the area altogether if you have to. That being said, don't let the fight get too close to the edges of the area. Loading zones always get the last laugh.

Sooo.... hitboxes. They suck. They're bigger than they look, and they're present for longer than they should be. And some attacks have little to no tell or wind-up animation. Some monsters are just a vile conglomeration of both of these problems. (here's looking at you, Yian "You Mother Fucking Son of a Bitch" Garuga). Sigh... you'll get used to it.

If you came from Rise, getting knocked down by an attack will feel EXCRUCIATING. There is no fast way to fling yourself back onto your feet after taking a big hit. You will lie there, recoiling in pain, seething for way longer than you want— and you may even like it after a few hundred hours. Hang in there.

If a strong attack sends you flying into a wall, you'll very likely get stunned. Getting stunned is the single most dangerous thing that can happen, far worse than poison or waterblight or what have you. You can escape stun significantly faster by mashing buttons and wiggling the control stick. And I guess you could also bring the Stun Res skill, but... we'll, um, come back to that later.

WATCH OUT for pin attacks! You may very suddenly get snapped up and chewed apart like a dog toy, and it will be very bad for your health. That's why you should keep your pockets lined with literal shit. Chuck a dung bomb to escape a pin attack before the monster finishes ripping you to shreds. Dung bombs may also convince an unwanted monster to leave the area, which is great for when you'd rather not fight Gravios and Shogun Ceanataur at the same time. Which is all the time.

5. When you attack the monster

Your favorite weapon is not what you remember it being. Moves are missing, or mapped to completely different buttons. "How tf do I vault? Why won't my kinsect go where I want?? Stop shooting pheromone pellets!!!" whines the insect glaive main. "What do you mean there's no shoulder tackle?? How do I get to TCS faster????" cries the greatsword player. "Oh, ok, nothing's really changed," says the SnS main. It's a travesty, I tell you.

All of your movement is clunky. Attack timing is off. New school muscle memory is going to get you carted a lot. But hands down, the absolute most traumatizing thing is that there is no backwards dodge roll. You can dodge left, right, and forward, but never back. As a hunting horn main myself, I can assure you, this is a fate worse than hell. They say you never know love until you've loved and lost. You loved the backwards dodge roll, and soon, you'll know it.

And it gets even funnier if you play lance or gunlance— you can kiss your forward hop goodbye. Need to close the gap? Turn around, aim your squishy butt cheeks at the monster, and hop backwards towards it, expending absurd amounts of stamina in the process. Otherwise, walk slowly and threateningly towards it like the apex predator you are. Oh, and don't bother blocking attacks. It takes too much stamina, inflicts an abysmal knockback, and half of the time, you'll just get hit anyway. Guard and Guard Up are 100% necessary if you plan on using that shield. Good luck obtaining those skills, sucker.

The charge blade is somehow simultaneously more complicated and way easier to play than its modern iterations. The opposite is true of the switch axe, imo. Blunt weapons are stronger, but there's something a bit off about the way they feel. The longsword is the longsword. And as for the bowguns, I wouldn't be able to tell you, because I know better than that.

It doesn't matter what weapon you pick, because either way, you are going to develop a highly concerning dash juice dependency.

Take advantage of every tool the game provides. The usual stuff like barrel bombs, traps, and ballistae are indispensably helpful. But there are other familiar mechanics that are way more useful in old school MH than they are in newer games. That includes invading monsters (DEVILJHO!!), who will indiscriminately attack you AND the monster you're hunting, inadvertently aiding your hunt without you needing to wyvern ride or seek out a turf war. Jump off of ledges to rack up mounting damage in gen 4 games, which may reward you with a free knockdown (if you can mash fast enough)!

Monster's movements are janky, and this is in your favor. Get good at "head sniping" the monster as they turn around in 90 degree increments. Don't get greedy during small opportunities. Remember, monsters can go from t-posing, straight to crushing you to death, with zero wind-up animation.

There are no damage numbers when you land a hit. This may spoil the instant gratification factor of the game for a while. If you're a greatsword main, you will suffer from withdrawals due to Big Number Addiction. But over time you'll realize that it's actually fantastic, because now you're less obsessed with landing the super big awesome attack on the ultra weak spot for maximum damage. Instead, you'll find yourself savoring every little hit you manage to land. It'll be better for your cardiovascular health in the long run.

That's a good analogy for the entire new school to old school pipeline: it sucks A LOT for a long time, then gets really, really good later on once you get over the "Gen 5 stages of grief." Listen, you will have an abusive relationship with this game. It took me 80 HOURS before I could actually say with confidence that I liked MHGU more than I disliked it. Not that I loved it, but merely that I didn't hate it. 80 real life hours. That's... probably not good, but whatever.

There is one thing that I don't think I'll ever learn to love, though. And that's...

6. Armor Skills (AAAAAAA!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!! AAAAAAAHHAGHHAAHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!)

Face it. You will never, ever, ever be as powerful as you are in World or Rise. You will not have your maxxed out attack and affinity boosting skills plus the comfy stuff like Flinch Free and Stun Res all at the same time. Not in Low Rank, not in High Rank, and not quite in G Rank either. Here's why.

Skills have tiers as usual. But now, they also have thresholds. For example, you want the skill Speed Eating +1, then you'll need 10 points in the Eating skill. If you're even one point short, then the skill will not activate. But Speed Eating +1 doesn't increase your potion glugging speed... if you want that to happen, then you'll need to add 5 more points, for a total of 15, to activate Speed Eating +2. This is true for every skill, and is way easier said than done.

Some skills will feel nerfed big time, like Handicraft. You'll almost never see purple sharpness without Handicraft +2. On the other hand, Crit Draw is a one tier skill that gives you a flat 100% affinity boost on every draw attack. Which is absolutely busted.

Wearing a single piece of armor will provide a few points towards a given skill. If the armor has slots, then you can slot in decorations to increase the points as well. Slot "sizes" are weird and inconsistent, and the decos themselves typically only add 1 or 2 points per skill. Considering the fact that the average skill takes 10 points to activate, and the average full armor set has maaaybe around 7 slots to work with, decos are not going to be your primary source of skill activation.

Now for another problem. Let's say you want an armor set that has just three skills: Status Attack +1, Constitution +1, and Stun Res +1. Pretty modest, right? Should be easy enough. Well would you look at that, High Rank Nerscylla's armor set gets you the first two, and because Stun Res decos are worth 2 points each, you can just slot the last skill in! Nerscylla's set has 5 slots, which is the exact number you need to get those 10 points in Stun Res.

Great! So you do just that. Except when you check your skill points, you discover that Stun Res has a whopping zero points.

Yeah, so... negative skills are a thing. Nerscylla's armor comes with -10 points in Stun Res, activating the "skill" Double Stun. Which as the name suggests, doubles the amount of time that you stay stunned, and I don't think I have to explain why that's bad. -10 plus 10 is zero. So much for that Halve Stun you wanted so bad.

Not all skills have equivalent negative skills, but many armor pieces and most decos will have negative points. The challenge of set building comes from having to carefully balance and calculate your skill points, to make sure you're not accidentally charging into battle against Agnaktor while at -20 Fire Res. It can be frustrating if you're like me, and you've got swiss cheese for brains and can't handle the math. Fear not, I've got something amazing for you.

Allow me to introduce you to your new favorite website, Kiranico. This website hosts Monster Hunter databases containing literally everything that the games don't tell you, or do really half-ass job of telling you. That includes weapon upgrades, material drop rates, monster hitzones and health pools, and most importantly, armor sets and their respective skills. Being able to view all of this info all in one place makes it SO much easier to theorycraft new equipment sets.

Kiranico will save you from so much grief. Bookmark it and cherish it like your firstborn child.

Alas, no amount of Kiranico homework will make it easier to obtain the materials you want. The Desire Sensor is real, and it demands sacrifice.

7. The Desire Sensor (You Will Grind.)

It's commonly said that the game can sense exactly what you're grinding for, and will go to un-fucking-believable odds to avoid giving you that which you need most. This is the alleged "Desire Sensor."

Now, don't get me wrong, the newer games have moments like this, too. Don't even get me started about the 46 tries that it took me to get ONE Golden Almudron Orb, out of the TWO that I needed in Rise.

But until you get better gear, a single old school monster could take you 15+ minutes. Especially if you're on your own. Monster's health pools are not well scaled for solo players, so chances are, hunts are going to take way longer than usual if you don't resign yourself to getting tripped by a cheater with a longsword. Couple this with some god awful drop rates plus the disheartening quest rewards, and you're in for a loooooooong grind.

I would say you'll get used to it, but honestly, you won't. You'll get sick of it. You'll be shaking Kiranico by the metaphorical shoulders, desperate for any little thing that might speed up the grind. You might even be tempted to pick up a bowgun. Such a lapse in sanity is frightening, but it will pass. Stay strong.

Take breaks from the grind every now and then, or at least have two different grinds that you can switch back and forth between when you get exhausted of one. Since there is no escaping the Desire Sensor, this is unfortunately the only advice I can offer.

Disclaimer: the Desire Sensor is, as far as I'm aware, not a real mechanic programmed into the games. But godDAMN if it doesn't feel real. As anecdotal evidence, here's a small sample of my own suffering. Materials I wanted, the amount of them I wanted, their drop rates, and the sheer number of attempts it took to complete my goal (yes, I kept count.):

Lightning Sac x8 (G Rank Khezu): 15% chance to carve. 18% chance as quest reward. 27% chance as part break reward. HUNTS: 22

Paddock Cream x1 (G Rank Tetsucabra/Zamtrios): 40% chance to obtain two as subquest reward. 25% shiny drop. 25% chance as capture reward. 14% chance as quest reward. HUNTS: 8. I mean, what the fuck.

Monster Broth x5 (High Rank Insectoid Small Monster): 20% chance to carve. 20% shiny drop. SLAIN: >70

Viscous Radiant Mucus x17 (G Rank Nakarkos) 40% chance to gather; multiple gathering opportunities. 18% chance to obtain at least one as quest reward. 18% chance to obtain at least one as subquest reward. 15% chance per tentacle broken to obtain two. HUNTS: 15 (IT'S A 30+ MINUTE FIGHT SOLO. FML)

Was it worth it? Hell yeah! Do I think we should go back to the way things were in the old games? Fuck no! 46 Almudrons haunt me in my wildest nightmares— but at least I didn't feel my hair getting longer playing Rise.

On the bright side, at least the Desire Sensor has a sense of humor, if that last Khezu was anything to go by. Shout out to carving three lightning sacs in a row.

Phew! That about wraps things up.

Don't let this post deter you from trying out a "hard" Monster Hunter game. I don't regret my old school experiences. They've made me a much more patient and observant player, which weirdly enough, has carried over into other series I play, too. I can't say the same about any other game I've played in my life, and that's just one of many reasons why Monster Hunter holds such a special place in my heart.

I hope that by sharing my wisdom, I've saved at least one overwhelmed player a whole lot of headache. The rest is up to you, fellow hunter. Take it slow, and have fun!

Oh, and one more thing: press the dodge button while climbing in order to climb faster. Learned that one by accident 200 hours in.

[mammonsturtle]

Oh Baby! Brother’s Aftermath

A/N : So I wasn’t planning on making this into a series but I figured I’d do the brother’s reflections and perhaps the last part where they try to reconcile with Fem!MC. This fic will be written differently in the brother’s perspective if the child is their’s.

A/N pt2 : This might not be written as well as I’d like as you can tell from the various ways I’ve written the brothers. But I am burnt out on writing in the replaced!AU so a definitive ending will probably not be out. Maybe in the future, but I can’t promise anyone anything.

Best to read my fic Oh Baby! to get some backstory to this.

@underratedbitch-number13 @dont-ask-me-pls @sufzku

**​CW: general angst, parental abandonment, unhealthy coping habits(?) **

Having been banished by Lord Diavolo from ever seeing you and their child again, the brothers had silently returned back to the House of Lamentation where they were forced to face the reality of their actions.

You were gone, and your child was gone as well. And it was their fault for not catching onto the charm of Maura, no doubt learning the best from the Great Witch Maddi. They had been so easily charmed and believing that Maura’s baby was theirs, and you, out of jealousy had proclaimed you were pregnant as theirs as well.

You had been nothing but honest, you had held onto hope that the demons you loved would have believed you. Yet the brothers had easily evicted you in favor of the witch. And they had moved on as if you didn’t exist. The last they saw of you was your pained look and the upsetting cries of their baby were etched into their memories.

Scattered across the house were various things for the baby: baby supplies, books, clothes, toys, and in a cruel twist, they had turned your room into the nursery for Maura’s baby. The gifts they had once given you, had been tossed out and a group photo of you and the boys had been smashed on the ground. 

He couldn’t remember how that night went down, he could only guess that you were desperate for any affection from him, and that was how his child came to be.

And now they had to face the music and pick up the pieces.

Lucifer

Being the eldest and the most powerful of the seven brothers, he should have seen this and prevented it ever happening. Yet again, he had failed someone he loved. And as with Lilith, he couldn’t ever see you nor his child, and be a family once more.

Fuck. The Great Maddi

She had gotten him this time, this was her plan all along. The witches knew how close you were close to the Avatars, of course they would do anything to tear you apart. How could he not figure it out sooner before it got out of hand?

He should have payed more attention to how one by one his brothers had been deserting you, before he fell under the same spell as well.

He instructed his brothers to clear your room of the baby supplies, if anyone was up to it. Mammon could take them all back and sell them if he wanted, or Asmo could drop them off to the neighborhood children who wanted them.

He just wanted them out.

Sealing his room with a spell and soundproofing it as well, Lucifer drags his feet to his cursed record collection. Picking out the album that he was searching for, he blows the dust from it and sets it in the record player.

Pouring himself a glass of demonus, he sat down in your favorite chair where you had watched him work. The soft melodies fill the room as Lucifer swirls the liquid around and his vision starts to blur. The record was the same one when you both danced around in his office as a much needed break from his paperwork.

The song feels more hollow to him now.

How could he have forgotten how terrified you looked as you held his child? They had his eyes, trembling ruby red eyes that had gazed upon himself and his brothers. He couldn’t fathom the pain you had gone through without him and his brothers.

His literal pride and joy was stolen away because he hadn’t been quick enough to catch onto the way his brothers, one by one had betrayed and strayed from you. He could only imagine how you and his child was living your lives now without him.

There was no way he could compete with the life that Diavolo had given you and his child, you were basically living with royalty. Everything you and your child wanted and needed was there in a snap of a finger. Barbatos was considered his equal as well, so how could he compete with them both? You and his child were very much set for life.

And great devils, the angels had occupied your life, as well as his child. Surely they’d have an influence on his child, for the worse. Especially that damned chihuahua. Would he and Simeon speak ill of him and his brothers for what they did to you?

And Solomon? On the surface, he’d teach his little one spells and magic and since you were still his apprentice, he’d still be close to you. An awful thought came to him. That he would use his child as leverage to make a pact with him.

He had been a less than stellar parental figure to Satan, and in some ways hadn’t been the best older brother to the rest of his family. But being unable to be there for his child, and for you, it might have been akin to losing you a second time.

But he would never have wanted to be a horrible father. He had tried to distance the one who threw him and his brothers out of Heaven for opposing him. Would you have instill the fact that he was a truly terrible father to his child? 

He knew he and his brothers hurt and neglected you for the past months, and he knew that you would not forgive them so easily for the pain they had inflicted upon you and your child. 

As the record comes to its conclusion, he goes back to put the record on. 

Lucifer shakes his head as he grabs the bottle of demonus as such foolish thoughts wouldn’t gotten under his skin so easily. He proceeds to drink the entire bottle and wallow in his sorrow once more.

His pride wouldn’t have mattered if it meant losing you and his baby in the process. He would do what it took to find a way back to your heart. He would beg, plead, fall to his knees, if it meant you both would come back to him.

Mammon

Mammon, surprisingly was the first to get to work on your room. He had gotten a head start on disposing of Maura’s things, throwing out all the baby supplies and trying to get your room back to how it was before. 

Perhaps he’d sell them right after this, it was the most logical thing he’d do. It was probably what his brothers’ figured as it was him who bought nothing but the most expensive and flashy things for her and her baby.

He’d want to sell these awful reminders so he could buy you and his child the best of the best of course. But that moment was gone, you both were. Laying on your bed, he lets the tears fall as he tried to inhale any trace of you. But couldn’t smell a trace of your existence here. He knew why of course.

And it was his own damn fault.

He was your first man, he should have been protecting you from what Maura had planned. Yet he was the first one to fall under her charms. Of course she knew what words to say to sway him in her favor, and how to isolate him from you.

Damn his greed to feel needed and depended on.

Finding the smashed photo of you and the family, his eyes started to water. The moment he saw the little carbon copy of himself in your arms, with the same trembling ocean blue eyes gazing upon him. He could had easily seen himself in his kid’s eyes and it was like a stab to his heart.

He vividly remembers the fear in your eyes from the brothers suddenly appearing once they found out Maura’s baby wasn’t any of their’s. He remembers how it was him who outright rejected your baby. How he wanted to take those words back.

Why would you want him back? Or any of his brothers back?

Even if you wanted them back, how in the Devildom was he supposed to compete with the life you had now? You had everything you wanted and needed with Diavolo and Barbatos. He could hardly keep his greed in hold. How the hell was he supposed to provide for you and his kid?

Not to mention you had the Angels and Solomon by your side, were they going to tell his kid that he was the Avatar of Greed? A lowlife scumbag of an Avatar who did anything and everything for money at the expense of others? That his greed would bring harm to you and his kid?

You had made your point as they all had stepped up while he and his brothers shipped out. You had the best of the best now, why would you go back with him and his brothers?

As soon as he places the photo back to its spot, Mammon had sorted all the things he’d sell off, until your room was back to what it was before. Trudging over to the familiarity of your bed, he collapses as he starts to cry quietly.

His tears are soaked onto your pillow, he could only wish you were here with him. To hold him and to comfort him whenever he had a bad day with his brothers or the witches gave him a hard time. You had always been there for him.

Your unconditional love and kindness was something he had been greedy for in a long time. You were the best thing in his life and he so easily lost it as if it was another day at the casinos.

He wanted to be your first man again and he wanted to be in his kid’s life. All the grimm and treasures in the Devildom could never amount to the love you’ve given him. Nor could it buy the unconditional love his kid would have given him either.  

He wanted to give the world to you both, you deserved it after all that you had went through on your own. He wanted to be your protector once again, and he would be the protector his kid as well. 

You were both the most precious treasures in the three realms, and no other valuables or riches could compare to. He swore by his father’s name, he’d fight his greed to be there for you and his kid. However long it’d take, he’d make things right by you and his kid.

Leviathan

This was like that anime, ‘I Got My Girlfriend Pregnant But A Witch Interfered And I Abandoned Her But She Had My Baby!” Levi was sure you and him watched that during his anime marathon ages ago. You joked how silly it was and it’d never happen, but here you were.

It was hard for him to wrap his head around the fact that he and yourself had done the deed. That charm must have stirred some courage in him if you both ended spending the night together, and that night had resulted in his little spawn being conceived.

He could see the fear in tiny citrus eyes that stared back at him, his own little spawn afraid of him of all people. He had never felt the want and need to have something as precious as them.

He had retreated back into his room as he had sunk into his bedtub, left to wallow in his misery. He had finished at his pace on removing the unnecessary baby supplies from your room. It was disgusting that he had burned through his Akuzon account to spend on Maura. 

All the anime, especially Ruri-chan baby clothes and baby supplies were hard for him to let go of it. Being a devoted fan to his Ruri wasn’t as satisfying as to him now that he realized that being devoted to you and his child. At least he wanted to know the feeling of being one, if you’d let him.

All he wanted was his best friend back in his life again. 

He was the second to fall for Maura’s charms seeing how she played with his envy. She had convinced him that you’d never want to hang with a filthy otaku like himself, and that she ‘got’ him. She became his irrational thoughts come true when you couldn’t make time with him and he had cursed his sin for winning over your words.

He already knew he couldn’t compete with Diavolo and Barbatos as he was just lowly otaku. And the Purgatory Trio were able to care for you and your child without any commitment to lifelong anime and gaming. They were able to be there for you, unlike him.

He still had power as the Admiral of the Devildom Navy, but even that position would keep him away from you and his child if he was still on duty. Admiral or committed otaku. How could he devote a life with you and his child and still have both of the worlds he held?

It hit him now.

Would you want yourself and your child to be a part of his double lifestyle? He knew you probably wouldn’t if he was committed to those interests rather than his own flesh and blood and the only friend he had. He’d never be there and he’d choose his interests over you and the baby.

Would you have felt disappointed and disgust at the thought of him being jealous over all the time and attention you were giving to the baby instead of giving time for him and his wants and needs?

No.

You were the only true friend he had in his entire existence, and he wasn’t going to let you slip out his hands. Nor was he going to be like his father and throw out his children when they were against him.

Like the determined protagonist, he was going to do what was right. He was dishonoring the otaku code as he had sealed the return packaging for Akuzon returns and sent them out. He didn’t want to tie these disgusting reminders of Maura to his child. He would do better. For you, and his child. He wanted his best friend back in his life. 

What was the point of going back to his old life if weren’t there with him?

Satan

Satan’s first instinct was to wreck the entire house as it was where everything had gone to shit. Yet it would mean a part of you would have to go as well. Satan returns to your room, cat themed baby supplies, toys, and books sat, all from him.

Like Lucifer, he should have caught on sooner on what was going on as the brothers, one by one were falling for her charms and abandoning you. Perhaps the comment of learning from the Great Maddi was something he should have been more attentive.

Accursed witches.

“1...2...3...” Satan attempts to calm himself as he couldn’t find it in him to tear these items to shreds without leaving your room as a warzone. He had lost you already, he didn’t want to lose his child as well. If you two had ever decided to come back to them.

The night was a haze as he couldn’t remember anything, but as soon as he saw his child, staring back at him with those vibrant green eyes. You had been telling the truth the whole time, and he could only feel regret for not finding out about Maura’s plot sooner.

His anger within him were like ocean waves as they ebbed and flowed. He should have done more for you, a demon who valued knowledge, yet he had not foresee such a predictable outcome.

Carefully taking all the items in the room, Satan decides to leave them off at the local orphanage before he retreats back into his room. No little nuggets of knowledge or fantastical stories could distract him from the reality before him. 

Lucifer wasn’t a perfect parental figure to him growing up, and so he had to rely on his brothers to raise him. Particularly Mammon and Asmo. But the opportunity to be a parent to his own child was something he did not want to fuck up.

He wanted you and his child back, you both were worth more than the books and archives that he possessed. Finding a book from the human world, one on human anatomy. A rather large edition as he absentmindedly flipped through the pages. 

He wanted to be there with every step of your pregnancy, he wanted to experience the wonder that was birth with you. His own birth was an awful reminder to his brothers of what they had lost that fateful day. What would his child see their birth as?

He so wanted to distance himself from Lucifer, who he saw as a failed parental figure to him. And now it seemed he was the failed parental figure to his own child. His blood boiled at the thought of comparing himself to Lucifer once more, and for the last time, he would do everything in his power to not 

Perhaps his child was in better hands? His child would be in a more stable environment growing up with the Royals. Even the angels and Solomon would provide a calm upbringing compared to the hand he was dealt.

He’d devote himself to you and his child, he’d forgo his many pursuits of knowledge if it meant you come back. He’d take a break from the Anti-Lucifer League if you both would stay, even if he’d wanted his child to take a part in it. You had healed the rage in him and fixed his family, he now wanted to heal what he had broken. It was only fair that he’d earn his happy ending.

Asmodeus

Asmo was a mess when they had come home, never to see you or his baby again. You were the first to love him for who he was, in his beauty and his ugly sides. He couldn’t bring himself to clean your room right away. Eventually he would.

How could he though? He, along with Mammon had went all out in spending all the grimm in making Maura and her baby live like royalty. Having to let them go was such a waste, but none of that would fit you or the baby anyways. 

Being the Avatar of Lust, the knows full well of the consequences of the many flings he had over millennias upon millennias. He probably had thousands of children that he carelessly left behind in his wake.

Yet when it came to you, and he had saw his child in your arms, he could not fight the tears that followed. Of course you had been telling the truth, and he and his brothers didn’t believe you. Little light orange eyes that could only be his, had stared at him as he were looking at his own reflection.

The fact you had rejected him and his brothers when they had snapped out of their shared control, it hurt him more than anything. You were the only person besides his family that he truly loved, and he’d still want you even if you had banished him.

Asmo sneaks into your room and it seemed like the brothers had cleansed it of Maura’s presence. He lets out a quiet sigh as the familiarity of your room had returned for now, and decides to head into the closet. Inside, there were the maternity clothes and baby clothes that had been left behind. 

How did the charmer managed to be charmed? Asmo isn’t too sure but he’s pulling the clothes and tossing them into a pile. Warm tears were starting to blur his vision as he emptied your closet, all that was needed was your clothes to be put back in its place. 

It was beyond his wildest dreams to have a child with you. When he saw his child in your arms, his heart swelled with love and adoration. Yet, at the moment he could only feel so empty. 

You were more than just another conquest, you had seen the ugliest side of him, along with the angelic and caring side of him that had been buried deep within him. Your love for him mattered more to him than any of his adoring fans, and right now, he wanted nothing but to shower you and his baby with all the love he possessed.

Not only did you heal the rifts in his family, you had healed the many rifts of insecurities within in his own heart. You had reminded him many times over that he didn’t need to be perfect for anyone, but for himself. Yet he had wanted to be perfect only for you.

Between the sobs and sniffles, Asmo could only look at the mountain of clothes and accessories spent on. If only he could be the one that spent all his time and money on you and his baby,  

No amount of self care and partying could heal the hole you left in his heart as he knew you were in good hands. Diavolo, Barbatos, and the angels would treat you like the queen you were. And Solomon? Asmo had hoped he could find a way for Solomon to keep him in the loop on how you were doing.

He knew you wouldn’t come back so easily, but he could only hope you’d forgive them for something out of their control. He would throw himself at your feet, commit every fiber of his being to you and the baby if it meant you’d come back. 

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was reluctant to go back home, he desperately wanted to have you and his little one back to be a family once more. Again, it was his fault that he had lost those that he had loved.

He had lost two more family members, you and his little one. He had vowed himself as the family’s protector, yet he couldn’t protect you from himself, nor Maura’s charms over him and his brothers.

Remembering how it was him and his twin who guarded Maura, Beel felt how queasy stomach felt right now. He really was just the dumb muscle of family as he blindly followed his brothers without question.

Beel would help clean out your room of what was there for Maura, as he tried to find anything left of you. Clearly, that wasn’t the case after the day you announced your pregnancy and left the brothers for good.

How could he have not noticed the strange knots in his stomach and irregular hunger patterns? They were obviously from you as you had gone through your cravings phase. Throughout it all, did you eat well? Did Solomon feed your his gourmet atrocities? You must have been well fed since you got the best food from the three realms.

Cleaning out the room, he had found baby food that he had proposed, and with Lucifer and Satan giving the green light, had enough food for the baby’s first crucial years. Beel frowns at the baby food, of course he wouldn’t let it go to waste. Maybe he’ll join the brothers in taking all of it to the orphanage.

Staring at the cleansed room, Beel wished you were back here with his baby. Sure the baby shared his twin’s eye color, but he was observant to notice the light orange peach fuzz on their head. His own little bub, only to slip out of his grasp as like Lilith had done before.

Finding himself in the kitchen, he could only reminisce on the memories you both had spent here, to be never felt again. Finding the fridge full of food, yet he couldn’t find it in him to eat a thing. His hunger was directed elsewhere.

You were in good hands, weren’t you? You had Barbatos, and at one point he had wished Barbatos cloned himself so he’d be here at the House of Lamentation. You also had Simeon and Luke there, you and your baby had all the food he could possibly imagine he could be feasting on.

He was sure Diavolo and Solomon would take the place of your protectors, with the Prince and the sorcerer with 72 demons; you were protected no matter what. He had prided himself as the family’s protector, yet he couldn’t protect you, nor his family from Maura’s intentions.

There was a unending ache in his heart and in his stomach, and he knew the only way he could make it stop. He would do anything to have you back, he wanted you to cure this ache like you had done before.

He had wanted to explore the new possibilities with you and his baby. He had so many new places he wanted to show you and the baby. He wanted them to experience the many outings that he had done so many times with you.

He wanted to be your protector, and the protector for his child. He wasn’t going to lose any more people that he loved. If you were to come back, he would commit himself wholly to you and his baby. 

His family had been broken many times before, this time though. He would make damn sure that it would never be broken again.

Belphegor

Belphegor would have joined his twin in cleaning your room back, but he was too emotionally and physically exhausted from the fallout of what had happened. Their home didn’t feel like a home now that you had left them.

And he, once again was the cause of your demise.

Once the brothers had finished clearing your room of Maura’s things and her baby’s, only then did Belphie sneak into your room. Finding his way towards your bed, he collapsed.

The baby of the family sunk into the mattress, he was aware of the lack of your presence and he knew that trying to find any trace was hopeless. The last nine months were a whirlwind for him, and with the seven brothers. You were completely erased from their home.

He, along with his twin were the ones who had fiercely protected Maura as her personal guard dogs. He blamed his sin for not being aware of her charms as he and his brother were charmed together as one. 

He saw his child in your arms and even with his twins eyes, he knew that they were his. A terrible ache swelled in his heart as he guiltily tries to sleep the thought off, yet he could not. 

Belphegor may had the power to give people nightmares and put them into eternal sleep, yet he was quaking at the thoughts of his own nightmares of you both.

Your hatred of him would have bloomed back as quickly as you had forgiven him, and now would his child hate him as well? There were so many ways you could have punished the brothers for their incompetence and their baby would have been known of it.

He missed you, he missed the nights spent together whether taking naps in the attic together or staring up at the stars at the planetarium. And he wanted to share it with his little one now, but would you give him, or any of his brothers the chance?

You had repaired his broken family, and yet he and his brothers had broken you. And they were broken once more, when would the cycle of his family being broken over and over end? 

As he holds onto your pillow, he could only wish you were here holding him in comfort. But you were in good hands now, what reason could you come back to him and his family?

As much as he despised Lord Diavolo and Barbatos, as much as he loathed the angels having any influence on you, and as much as the thought of you trusting that shady sorcerer over him and his brothers...They were the ones that did look after you and now looking after the baby after you were cast out by them.

Why would you come back? Did the love for his family died the moment they all turned on you? Belphie held the pillow tighter as the tears dared to be shed at the thoughts of having to watch you and his child just be a fleeting image.

The pain of having to watch you and his child live your life without him was enough of a waking nightmare that he could only wish he could wake up from.

The weeks soon turned into months, and the brothers were no doubt miserable without you and the baby. The house had never been so quiet and empty as the brothers sat in the living room.

By now, the house had been cleared of all traces of Maura living there and your room had been restored to its former glory. The only thing that was missing was you and their baby to make the house whole once more.

Another day without both of you just wasn’t worth living as the brothers could only reflect on how they should have noticed the red flags. If they could go back in time and kick some sense into their old selves, none of this would have happened.

“I want to see MC and the baby again.” Beel breaks the silence as the brothers sadly groaned. Giving the brothers an apologetic look, Beel huffs as he gave up on his bag of newt chips.

It was apparent that no one spoke up about you since their banishment, and the brothers had resigned the fact that they’d never see you nor the baby again. Nothing was going to make it the same as it was.

“Why can’t we go see them? It’s not like we had any control of what happened.” Belphie mutters as he leans against his twin and closes his eyes for another nap.

The normally vibrant Asmo had been picking at his unpainted nails, “But...We haven’t been there at all, we might be here now, but she still doesn’t want us.” he sighed dejectedly.

Satan sighs as he shakes his head, and tossed his book aside. “Even if it was out of our control. We abandoned MC, and the baby. We couldn’t be there for her. There’s no doubt that she suffered greatly because of us, simple as that.”  

“Even if MC wanted to come back, why would she? She’s living the good life over there at the castle.” Levi mumbled as he had lost interest in his game and sighed as he slumped into the sofa next to the twins.

Mammon who had been uncharacteristically quiet since you had left, looked to the eldest as he always did in crisis. “Lucifer...Can’t ya do anythin? Anythin, whateva it takes to get ‘em back. I’ll stop bein a scumbag if tat’s what it takes to get em back.”  

Lucifer is silent for a moment. Anything? Memories of swearing allegiance to Diavolo flooded back to him. Would it have to happen to his brothers too, just to get you back? “There’s nothing we can do now. MC has made her decision...It may as well take a miracle that she decides to forgive us. We will wait until then.”

They gazed upon the family portrait that hung above the fireplace. There, you sat in the middle of the brothers, who had surrounded you in the shot. There was only one thing they wanted.

All they wanted was to be a family again.

It was a normal day in the Demon Lord’s Castle as you were in the middle of an routine appointment with one of the royal doctors as your little one was growing up quickly.

“Your child is growing just fine. Impressive for the little spawn, the avatar’s blood is strong in this one.” Felnara comments as your little one was already teething. “It seems the brews you had taken during the pregnancy haven’t affected your little one very much. Which is good.”

The weeks had gone by quickly as your little one was growing fast, it was so exciting, yet so bittersweet. They were looking more and more like their father, which made it harder for you to forget about the Avatars. You had wished they were here to see them reach their milestones. You wished he was there to see his child grow up. But with the brothers being banished, you knew it was for the best.

Deep down, you still missed them all.

You had traded in a normally chaotic life with the brothers for a calm, yet orderly life in the palace with Diavolo and Barbatos. It would have been full of hardship had you been a single parent, a human with a halfing would be daunting for anyone. But you were grateful for the Royals and the Purgatory Trio, who were there to assist you and let you have breaks from being a mother.

“MC.” Barbatos had come with tea and biscuits for you. Felnara bows to the steward, giving your little one a pinch on the cheek before leaving you both.

“Oh hi.” You reply back as if you were in a trance. But your little one’s squirming in your arms and their excited babbling in response to seeing Barbatos reminded you of the present.

Raising an eyebrow as he studies you, you had these fleeting moments as of late. As you let your child nibble on a biscuit, you kept your focus on them. Barbatos hums as he rubs his chin as he knew you too well. 

Since the day you found out the brothers had been banished from seeing you and your baby. 

“You miss them, don’t you? Especially him.” Barbatos figures as you look away guiltily and sigh. He chuckles lowly and shakes his head as he sits across from you. “Do you wish to see them again? Him?”

“I do...I know it’s foolish of me to. Since, you know...” You murmur as you wipe the crumbs off your child’s face and their eyes met your’s. There they were, a constant reminder of him. “I want them to know who their father is of course.”

“So you have forgiven them?” the butler speculates but you shake your head in response.

“I haven’t. Not yet. I know it was out their control, but I still felt the pain from what happened. But...” You look down at your child as they giggled at Barbatos and you sigh. 

“I may not want them in my life at the moment...But I can’t help but think about my little one. Somewhere along the line, they’ll ask me who their real father is. I don’t think it’ll change the fact that Lord Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon, and yourself are wonderful father figures to them. But, they’ll have to know the truth sooner or later.” You let out a frustrated groan as you could only imagine the many ‘what-ifs’ in the future when it came to coming clean to your kid about their absent father.

You felt worry lines creep across your forehead as Barbatos simply smiles, “I see. If that is the case, I will mention it to Young Master. He has feelings about father issues as well.” Barbatos states as he bows to you, leaving you with your thoughts.

Your baby fusses at the butler leaving them and you sigh as you kiss their head, “Well bub, what do you think?”

Now came the hard part.

Would you choose to forgive them for what they’ve done? And let them back into your life with their child? Or did you want to move on from them forever and forge a new future for the better of your child?

To be continued...?

[iris-sistibly]

The Targ Talk: House of the Dragon S2

I'm late for the party because I took a break from writing QOT fanfics, but here I am.

Episode 1 commentary:

I do appreciate the whole tapestry thing that tells the history of the Targaryen dynasty (mostly focusing on the dance, duh), but I still prefer the opening in season 1.

Rhaenys refusing to follow Daemon's order is badass ngl. Like I said, Daemon is my favorite bitch but if I have to choose between him and Rhaenys, I'd take the latter's side. Daemon is the "strike the iron while it's hot" kind of person, but the moment the Greens learned about Lucerys' demise they have been on high alert in case of any attacks from the Blacks so...it was a bad idea to attack King's Landing just like that.

I think we can all agree that Emma D' Arcy did an amazing job at showing Rhaenyra's grief. The unkempt hair, the dirt on her face and body, basically being not being able to care for herself (and she doesn't care), very image of a mother who just lost another child was nailed to perfection. The scene where the queen found the remains of Luke and Arrax was just heartbreaking.

Speaking of nailing a scene, I am also impressed at Phia Saban. I know a lot of people were confused at how Helaena decided to give up her son after her failed attempt to bribe Blood and Cheese. Actually it was much worse in the book, but it still ended up with Jaehaerys' death. I do agree with what others said that Helaena had to choose or all of them will die. If she sacrificed herself, they would still have killed both kids, if she chose to give up Jaehaera, the result would STILL be the same. The fear, desperation, confusion and trauma of Helaena was delivered so well by Phia.

I also read some comments saying that Helaena foresaw her son's death, and whatever she does she couldn't stop it hence she did what she did.

However, I do agree that the Blood and Cheese scene which was supposedly the highlight of the episode felt a bit...underwhelming. I mean, if you really think about it, it's horrible but I was expecting it to be at the same level or at least close to the book kind of horrifying. Though idk why they excluded Maelor's character, and I don't even know if Daeron is going to exist in the show either.

I have a confession to make, I kinda like Aegon in this episode. I was expecting him to be a lazy bastard or a Joffrey Baratheon kind of "king" but at least he's trying. But as I'm writing this, I realized that he's just another pawn of Otto's (just like his mother). Having Aegon as king would give him control over the kingdom, he cannot be king and being the hand of Viserys, and now Aegon II is the closest he could get to the iron throne, that's why the greedy bitch did everything he can--use his daughter and have her marry to Viserys despite her young age and trying to convince Vizzy to marry Aegon to Rhaenyra. Dude has been planning it for years. When Alicent voiced out her concern about being undermined by her father at the small council I was like, babes you're a pawn in this game, that's all you are and I hate that the showrunners made her this way. Again, she was a player in the book and I prefer that version of her.

Criston Cole bitching about Rhaenyra choosing the crown over oranges, and refusing to be her whore but still ended up being a boy toy of another queen will never not be funny.

Oh, and after spending some time reading Helaegon fanfics, I kinda ship them now too 🤣🤣

[veritable-trash]

You Know The Rules

look at that stupid slutty mustache... god please answer my prayers just this once

Pairing: Finnegan(Everybody Wants Some!!) x Fem!Reader

Summary: God you hate him.

Word Count: 2K

Rating: M - mainly for drugs babayyyyy, weed, that good, otherwise it's pretty clean in these sheets(this time around)

A/N: haha. no one asked for this. but listen! all my glen powell sloots we need to remember the original. sweet daddy finnegan. mustached, shaggy haired, 80s baseball player i mean i couldn't have written a sluttier man if i tried. this movie isn't the greatest, but the music is dope, the outfits are cute, and it serves as a public service announcement that men need to start wearing crop tops IMMEDIATELY. this is a petition for men to start dressing like sluts again so i can finally be at peace. anyways this is completely and utterly self serving but the glen powell top gun resurgence just kept reminding me that this is peak glen to me. give me mustaches or give me death!

sorry that i haven't written... or literally done anything of value in an eon. my brain has given up and also i moved and am currently unemployed and am about to go travel for three months and want to write but have zero inspiration and tumblr makes me sad because everyone is so good at writing and i am a troll under a bridge. this is me trying to release the need to produce things of "value" because does that even mean anymore? i hope someone finds this a little fun because honestly i kinda did :) hugs and kisses <;33333

tell me what you think! i'm literally begging! on my hands and knees! the desperation is palpable yeesh

masterlist yay yay!!!

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College.

What a fucking heinous place. Filled with suffocating expectations, the constant need to pretend you’re someone you’re not because of everyone else’s supposed opinions of you. 

It made you want to vomit. 

And yet here you were, cowering in the corner of the kitchen at this stupid, lame, awful college party. A baseball party no less. Those absolute heathens. Probably the worst category of men on this campus by about 20 miles and you were definitely counting. 

The joint you haphazardly rolled in the absolutely disgusting bathroom crackles between your lips as you try to tune out every single person here and catch the steady baseline of the song playing hoping that that will somehow lull you into a state of calm.

This new weed sucked shit. All stems, all seeds, and got you high for about 30 seconds. You were going to kill Willoughby when you saw him. Honestly the only baseball player in this house you liked and even he was about to get moved right onto the shit list with the rest of the men of this house. 

Your friends had badgered you endlessly all week to ask Willoughby for the invite, not that you really need to even ask him. Girls? More than one? The baseball boys were already salivating like it was their last meal on death row.

The standards in this place were in the fucking basement. 

Some would call you a pessimist. Angry, bitchy, snippy, negative, the whole gambit and they might be right. But college was a fucking weird ass place that made your skin crawl and your anxiety spike and all you wanted to do was smoke your green, pass your classes, and watch your cartoons in peace, please and thank you. 

And then his voice cut through your slow building haze like a serrated knife on a chalkboard. Made of sandpaper.

“Sweetheart! I thought Willoughby mentioned you’d be here, and why am I not surprised you’re toking it up alone in our kitchen, my favorite little stoner weirdo.”

Finnegan.

The absolute ultimate fuck. 

Mustached, wide shoulders, shaggy blonde, crisp baby blues, he was everything your vagina yearned for until he opened his stupid mouth. And of course that was just as pretty as the rest of him too. 

You’d met him for the first time freshman year. Fresh faced and thinking the world was truly your oyster, he’d popped into your life in intro to philosophy and swept you away with his silky, fancy words and the fact that he looked like that. 

He’d invited you to the first baseball party you’d ever gone to and made you a special promise that he would be your knight in shining armor for the night. That he’d be waiting for your arrival, was counting down the minutes till you showed up at his door and he could dance the night away with you.

That was until you saw him sucking face with Tracy. Who was also in your intro to philosophy class. 

Obviously, you’d hated him to his core ever since. 

But for some reason he’d stuck around. Always kept tabs on you, always had a class with you, always found you at any party, bar, disco, literally fucking anywhere and it made you want to tear your hair out. 

He was your pretty boy kryptonite and you needed him to leave you the fuck alone.

“Oh Finny. Finny, Finnegan, fuckhead. You know I thought I’d somehow be able to avoid you tonight but it seems like my stalker persists no matter the obstacles.”

Smoke trickles from between your clenched teeth and he has the audacity to stare at your lips and grin.

Fucking grin!!!

“You wound me princess. Ain’t even gonna share that little pinner of yours, I mean the absolute cruelty of it all.”

The grins still blazing on his lips but in Finn fashion he has to play up his part. 

Clutching at his pearls, leaning against the kitchen counter like you’d just stabbed him straight through. Your eyes roll so far back in your head they almost launch themselves out of your skull. 

“No Finn, I’m not gonna share with the likes of you. Go find Will and get him to roll you one, he’s the one I got the weed from anyways. Or maybe go find some other poor unsuspecting girl to do the deed for you, but you ain’t getting shit from me. You know the rules sweet Finny: ass, cash, or grass and god only knows I ain’t taking any of those three from you.” 

You regret those last few words the second they enter the air between you.

Because Finnegan’s eyes drop straight to your mouth again and now he’s crowding you into the corner of the counter. 

“Oh sweetheart if you just let me show you what this ass can do I think you would be singing quite a different tune. You think I’m all bravado and show but you and I both know the two of us could be quite a duo. I just know you’re absolutely unreal beneath that veneer of hatred you slap on.”

He’s still staring at your lips, the joint hanging limply between them as you try and control your breath and not cough up a lung. 

Two can play this fucking game.

You take a thick drag, the tip burning bright orange and crackling like cinders and his eyes only deepen in shade. The smoke curls out and up into your nose and he stares at you his jaw dropping a little slack as you play him like the fucking fiddle he is. 

“Finn.” Your index finger trails up his arm as you ash the joint in the sink, and you can feel the muscles of his bicep twitch with the contact. “If you think I’m gonna let you touch me you’ve lost your god damn mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find some peace and quiet. Away from you.”

Your voice is sticky sweet and he barely registers that you’re telling him off for the millionth time tonight until you’re traipsing out of the kitchen at lightning speed before you do something else you’ll regret. 

He got too fucking close this time around. You let him get too fucking close. 

Your feet stomp quick up the stairs to the only safe place you’d ever been able to find in this house. 

The roof. That blissful open space, like the crispest breath of fresh air it tasted almost minty. Your hands dig into your pockets looking for your weed, your lighter, and your rolling papers-

Fuck.

Of course you’d forgotten papers, predicable as always and fucking annoying as hell and you’re about to turn back down the stairs when your eyes land on something sitting on the windowsill. 

Finn’s wood pipe. 

You loved to hate it but it was his calling card. Stupid and quirky and so perfectly him that the sight of it made you heart twist just a little. 

Not that you would ever fucking admit that. 

Well beggars can’t be chooser as they say. 

It’s deceptively crisp out on the roof as you shuffle around other groups till you get to your super secret corner on the far side of the house. No one ever seems to want to venture this far and you could smoke in peace and tranquility as the rest of the party raged somewhere far, far away. 

The bowls packed, green just catching a smolder and you have to admit the stupid Sherlock Holmes pipe is kinda fun. Maybe you’d leave a fresh bowl packed for sweet Finn as a secret thank you gift. 

Maybe this weed was stronger than you thought. 

“Alrighty first you don’t share your joint, then you verbally assault me in my own house, and now you’re smoking out of my pipe? You really are trying to start a fight with me this evening now aren’t ya?”

Your eyes are red rimmed and your brain has that pleasant haze coating every synapse and you can’t find it in you anymore to really fight Finn right now. The stars look too damn good and the tree has hit too damn deep to let your hackles rise.

“You know maybe I’ve been giving you a bit of a hard time, but you damn well deserve it.” You smile around the pipe as you take another drag, but this time you pass it to Finn as he sits down just a little closer than usual. 

His fingers snag against yours as you pass it and you both flinch a bit at the contact, sparkles zipping up your arms.

He stays quiet this time around, pulling puffs as you both watch people flit around the grass below you, the party continuing into this seemingly never ending night. 

Friday’s, they really were something.

Your knees knock, fingers catching again as he passes the pipe back to you. Another pull fills your lungs and you lean back, back, back until your back presses down on the cool paneling of the roof and you let the smoke drift up and away among those pretty little stars. 

“Finn you can just be so fucking annoying sometimes, I just wanna shut you up for like five seconds so we can all take a fucking breather.”

He laughs at that. Real and deep, curling around the base of your spine as he turns to stare down at you and the feeling spreads all the way to your fingertips. All the way to your toes.

“I’m well aware, but it’s sorta a part of my charm. I’m just waiting for it to final start charming you.”

Your eyes click to his, haze lifting for a split moment, and his eyes twinkle almost brighter than the stars. 

“That’s such a fucking line and you know that shit doesn’t work on me. Fool me once and all of that jazz.” But you can’t stop staring at him and now his eyes color puzzled, a little hazy as he tries to decipher your words. “Oh come on, freshman year? You invited me to the party with all your fancy little words that you love to spin for me to only find you eating Tracy’s lips straight off her face? Honestly she still talks about that night to this day so I guess in a weird way kudos to you but man that did sting a bit.”

You chuckle around another pull and you go to pass it back but he’s clearly no longer interested in that. He seems very intent on memorizing every detail of your face under the stars and you can’t help but wiggle a little under his hyper focused gaze. 

“I-I didn’t know that you were there that night. McReynolds told me you’d left with some dude and Tracy was more than willing to fill in that blank.”

Oh fuck.

You’re both just staring at each other as moment after moment click like puzzles pieces. Every snippy comment, every lingering glance, every class, every time you just happened to run into each other all no longer strange coincidences and some secret hatred. Every little moment stitching itself together till it left just you and Finn. 

And there’s that fucking grin again.

But it’s softer this time, a little less sleazy and a little more lovely and now you’re sure his eyes are brighter than any star. 

Your own lips tick up with a soft, nervous smile.

His fingers card between yours and he brings your knuckles up to his lips, stupid mustache tickling your skin in ways that make you shiver. 

“I feel like nows the time to return to my earlier question since you finally shared some of that green with me, so what do I owe ya? Ass, cash, or more grass?”

You snort into the air between you and his grin splits into a megawatt smile and you finally let yourself tumble head first into kissing stupid, idiot, fuckhead Finnegan.

“Ass, 100%.”

~~~~~

tell me what you think if anyone is actually reading this because i'm bored and this site is lonely and i just want some weirdo friends who also think mustaches are peak sexiness. alright i need to go to sleep the psychosis is taking over :P

[downbad4kevin]

Secret

Warning: smut if your under age dni

there isn’t enough justice for my boy Kevin so I had to come thru 🫶 sorry If it’s not that good it was hella rushed so am sorry if there is any spelling mistakes.

From the start you knew what you were getting yourself into. Every time you went to go see your older brother Diego play or practice Kevin would always wink or give you that stupid smirk of course behind Diego’s back. From the start Diego told you his teammates were off limit’s especially Kevin since he knew he flirted with every girl he see and he was a “player”. But god was it hard to resist him. Kevin knew Diego would kill him if he was messing around with his sister but he didn’t care there was something about you that he couldn’t resist ever since he laid eyes on you.

And it had been almost year since then and you guys were officially together but told no one since you were still scared to tell Diego. But little did you know that wouldn’t last long. You were at Kevin’s house he didn’t have a game today so you had him all to yourself. You both decided on a movie night but you had different intentions… And Kevin was starting to catch on the whole time you guys were making the snacks you were super touchy but the final straw for Kevin it when you were mixing the cookie dough and wanted to add more chocolate and chocolate was in front of him and instead of asking Kevin to hand it to you stood in front of him and made sure while you did it your ass rubbed his crotch. He immediately pinned your hands to the counter “I have had enough mi amor you want to play games let’s play” Kevin said in a deep voice. He immediately pulled down your pants and underwear then did the same to himself. Without warning he slammed right into you “Fuck Kevin!” You gasped.

He continued to thrust into deeper and deeper “Shit mi amor your taking me so good” Kevin said. He pulled your hair back and said “Come on Chula I wanna here you scream my name”. It took you a couple to seconds to pull your together but you said “Shittt only you can make me feel this good” something about that sentence drove him over the edge he stared to thrust even faster and some how even deeper. You couldn’t help but chant is name over and over again. And finally you both reached your high and he pulled out. But that was just round one. He flipped you back over and slammed into thrusting a little slower but deep. While he did he was rubbing your clit with him thumb. The pleasure was to much it wasn’t long before you came “Hang on a little longer am almost there” he said in a desperate voice still thrusting into you. The over stimulation was unreal after a few more thrusts he came inside of you. Once you reached the floor you almost fell because your legs felt jelly. You grabbed onto Kevin for dear life he could help but laugh “What happened Chula was it to much for you?” He said teasing “Cállate” you said give him the death stare “Sorry Chula I had to” He said while kissing you he took to his room and you both took of the remainder of your clothing knocked out. It was early in the morning and you woke up to your brother in the door way giving Kevin the death stare. One thing Kevin forgot to mention was Diego was supposed to drop some gear in the morning… “Any last words Alvarez?” Diego said with most cold voice “I regret nothing” Kevin said smiling even though he knew he was about to get ass beat.

[training4theapocalypse]

Finders Keepers Ch 2. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: SMUT (a tiny bit)

Summary: You and Cho watch the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts to check out the competition and - not that you'd tell Cho - to ogle McLaggen.

A/N: Reader and McLaggen are both 18. Thank you to the Freddie Stroma girlies (gn) for giving this a chance <3

Masterlist

Chapter 2: Confundo

Ravenclaw’s Quidditch tryouts went remarkably well - a sixth-year called Terry Boot was the only prospect to score more than once with you in goals. You’re glad you found yourself a decent chaser to replace Rodger Davies because the pressure is on this year.

This is your first and last chance to win the Inter-House Quidditch Cup as Captain of the Ravenclaw team. After finishing third place last year, Ravenclaw House was desperate for the win. And if you wanted to follow your dreams of becoming a professional Quidditch player, leading your house to victory would give you an edge.

A few weeks after Ravenclaw tryouts, you sit at the table in the Great Hall, buttering a mountain of toast and reading the Holyhead Harpies Captain’s autobiography: ‘Hovering with the Harpies’.

“Enough bread?” asks Marietta, as she and Cho join you at the table. You’ve learned your lesson and have stopped waiting for her to get ready in the mornings so you can actually eat breakfast.

“I’m carb-loading-” you say, between bites. “I’m gonna do some drills after this.”

“You can’t. Harry’s booked the pitch all morning for Gryffindor tryouts,” says Cho.

“Gryffindor tryouts?” You almost choke on your toast. “Bit short notice isn’t it? I checked on Friday and the pitch was still free.”

You look over to the Gryffindor table. Nobody you recognise from the Quidditch team is there. No McLaggen either. They must have started already. You push away your plate and stand up. “Fancy going down to watch, Cho?”

“What am I? Chopped dragon liver?” asks Marietta, who rarely watches games, never mind other team’s tryouts. 

“I thought you were going to work on your Transfiguration Award?” asks Cho. Marietta was the best in the year at the subject and she’d been spending all of her free time these past two weeks on her project after Professor McGonagall had nominated her for Transfiguration Today’s Best Newcomer Award. 

“Yes, but it’d still be nice to be asked. Anyway -” she gives you a shrewd look. “- why are you so interested in Gryffindor tryouts?”

You try to think of a reason that isn’t the chance to ogle McLaggen’s broad shoulders in Quidditch robes. An intrusive thought of him knocking someone off their broom makes heat rise in your cheeks, so you duck under the table quickly to grab your bag.

“I want to see if Potter picks Weasley as keeper again.” You say casually, hiding your face under the bench. “If he does then they might as well give us the Cup now.”

“Yeah, alright I’ll join you then,” says Cho, getting to her feet. “It’ll be good to find out what we’re up against this year.”

“What about your toast?” calls Marietta after you as you both walk away.

You and Cho make your way to the stands at the Quidditch pitch. You’re surprised to see that several dozen people are sitting watching already. At least you’d had the sense to make Ravenclaw tryouts a closed session - no spectators allowed. This lack of foresight from Potter as Gryffindor captain makes you feel extremely optimistic about the coming season.

Cho spots some fellow Ravenclaws and moves towards them but you grab her arm. “Can we sit back here?”

She does so without question. It’s one of the things you admire most about Cho, she’s so emotionally astute. She follows you to the back of the stand where you watch Potter shouting and bawling at the group of Gryffindor hopefuls- most of whom you expect have never flown a broom in their lives.

“God, are those first years?!” You wonder why he’s not sending them off pitch straight away- they’re not even allowed their own brooms.

“Okay, Captain, we all know your tryouts were much better organised than Potter’s. So what’s really on your mind?”

You hesitate. You’ve spent your spare hours between classes, homework and Quidditch practice researching the side effects of brewing Amortentia. 

“You know how you and Marietta were sat next to each other while you were making Amortentia last week?” She looks confused but you continue. “After class, did you think she smelled any differently than usual? Like is it possible the vapours clung to her and made her smell…I dunno…”

“Attractive?” Cho finishes for you. She studies you contemplatively as your eyes find McLaggen standing at the side of the pitch. “No. And I know that you know the potion doesn’t work like that.”

You groan- this is exactly what you were afraid of.

“Is that why you wanted to talk to me alone?” asks Cho. You nod, watching McLaggen mount his broom, getting ready to do a few warm-up laps. “Are you worried it’ll ruin your friendship if you say something?”

You scoff. “Oh, please- we’re hardly friends.”

Cho looks aghast. “That’s a horrible thing to say! Marietta thinks you’re friends.”

“Come off it!” You’re confused by this. “Why would Marietta think I’m friends with that git? I mean-  look!” McLaggen zooms past with his hand raised in a wave at the stands like he’s just saved a top-flight penalty, rather than simply warming up.

“Wait, who are you talking about?”

“Who are you talking about?”

Cho says “Marietta.” and at the same time you say “McLaggen.”

You both gape at each other for a minute and burst out laughing simultaneously, collapsing into a fit of hysterics. A few rows down, Hermione Granger looks over her shoulder and gives you a dirty look.

You and Cho calm yourselves as Cormac McLaggen gets ready to save his first penalty.

“Bit odd to choose a keeper just from a penalty shoot out- it’s totally different than when you’re playing-“

“Don’t change the subject,” whispers Cho urgently. “You fancy Cormac? I thought you liked girls?”

“I like boys too. I’ve just never fancied any of the ones at Hogwarts. And McLaggen, well…” 

You watch as he expertly punches his first penalty away with brute force. Your breath hitches in your throat.

“McLaggen’s a man.” 

Cho’s excited squeal gets lost in the cheers and applause from the rest of the crowd - you’ve never seen her look more delighted by a piece of information. “I mean he’s tall and he’s good-looking, sure.” She watches McLaggen. “But like you said, he is a bit of a prat.”

As if to prove her point, McLaggen saves the next penalty with ease and sends a cocky wave in your direction. Granger shifts in her seat a few rows in front of you. Wait, was he-?

“Was he waving at you or Hermione Granger?” whispers Cho.

“Ugh, he has terrible taste if he was waving at her,” you say, shooting daggers at the back of her bushy head. 

Cho purses her lips and crosses her arms. Neither of you have forgotten when Harry ditched Cho in Hogsmeade to meet Granger last year. 

“She loves a Quidditch player doesn’t she?” she says darkly.

McLaggen saves another two penalties with incredible power and precision. He grins at the stands and punches his fist in the air but there’s no mistaking it this time- it’s definitely you that he’s looking at. You loosen your scarf. There’s something about that annoyingly arrogant face that makes you feel feverishly warm. Cho nudges you in the ribs and your lips pull into a reluctant smile.

“I told him I’d come down to watch him embarrass himself. He must be feeling pretty smug right about now.“

The two of you watch McLaggen lining up for his final penalty. “Why didn’t you want to tell Marietta?”

“I dunno, you know how she is…” Marietta was alright, you suppose, but aside from friendship with Cho, you’re not sure what you have in common. You’ve always felt like you and Cho had more to talk about - both Scottish, both Quidditch players - she was the only bridge between the chasm that was yours and Marietta’s friendship. 

“Yeah well, I know how you are too. If you tried trusting her, you’d find out there’s a lot you could learn from her.”

Trust. You think of the curse spelling the word ‘sneak’ faintly across her face.

“I know what you’re thinking,” says Cho. “That was different. Umbridge threatened her mum. Can you honestly say you wouldn’t do the same?”

You think about your parents - muggles blissfully unaware of the dark times engulfing the wizarding world. Of course, you’d do anything to protect them if it came to it.

“You’re right,” you admit. “I should make more of an effort. I’ll tell her-”

You cut yourself off, noticing McLaggen’s expression change slightly as Katie Bell starts speeding towards the goals. His eyes go out of focus and he zooms off in completely the wrong direction. He shakes his head as if snapping out of something and looks around in time to see the quaffle falling towards the pitch below. He stares blankly at the goalposts for a few moments before flying down back to the pitch with an irate look on his face, boos echoing in the stands.

“What happened there?” asks Cho.

You eye up Potter suspiciously. Would he really go so low as to jinx McLaggen just so his best mate could make the team? McLaggen lands unevenly on the field. “Let’s find out,” you tell her. 

You walk down the wooden steps to find McLaggen gripping his broom with a queasy sort of expression, watching Ron Weasley who’s now in the air.

“You alright McLaggen?”

“Oh god, not you,” he groans, clenching his sharp jaw.

“Charming.”

Weasley saves a penalty clumsily and you scoff in disbelief.

“No I mean -” He towers over you, eyes still slightly out of focus. “I didn’t actually think I’d embarrass myself in front of you today.”

Now you’re really concerned. “Did you get a head knock earlier?”

“Very funny.”

“McLaggen, I’m serious. Did you or did you not sustain a head injury this morning? Because if not, I think someone confunded you.”

He stares off into space for a second and then his eyes refocus on you. He blinks in surprise as if only just noticing your presence. “When did you get here?”

Thunderous applause surrounds you when Weasley saves his fifth and final penalty by his fingertips.

McLaggen falters slightly when you reach up and grab the sides of his face with both hands to focus him, bringing him back to his senses. His prickly stubble tickles your palms, and you wonder fleetingly what it would be like to kiss him and feel his rough face on yours.

You look beseechingly into his now-focused eyes, squeezing his face. “Tell Potter you want a rematch.” You release him.

“Yeah…” his green eyes meet yours for a few second before shaking himself and putting his shoulders back. “Yeah, I will actually.” You watch from a distance as he stomps over to Harry Potter. They argue - you actually think McLaggen might clock him. But he doesn’t, which is a shame because you’d quite like to see him throw a punch. Instead, he kicks the quaffle in a rage before striding off in a zig-zag towards the castle. 

Hermione Granger runs down the stairs past you to celebrate with Weasley and Potter, the latter of whom is trying his best not to look too pleased.

There’s something weird going on, you think, looking between them.

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McLaggen bursts into the dungeon to find you sitting on the Potions workbench that you share each week. Without a word, he marches over furiously and you let out a gasp of surprise when he drops to his knees in front of you and pushes your skirt up so he can bury his face between your legs. He kisses and nibbles on your inner thighs savagely, scratchy stubble grazing the tender flesh there.

You rest back on your elbows, hooking your legs over his square shoulders, willing him to explore every part of you. You feel a jolt in your stomach when he pulls your underwear aside and looks up at you with a blank, hazy expression. 

Wait. This isn’t right. He’s been confunded.

You go to grab a fistful of his dark blonde hair, forcing him to focus on you but your fingers only find soft fabric.

Bedsheets.

You awake with a start in your four-poster bed, staring at the blue chiffon ceiling. 

Thank god, you think, sitting bolt upright and taking shallow, steadying breaths.

Punching your pillow into a more comfortable shape, you find yourself unable to fall asleep again as you wrestle with what happened at McLaggen’s tryout. On the one hand, you suspected foul play and it was incredibly unfair that McLaggen had been cheated during his penalty shoot-out.

But on the other hand…

This is your year. The year that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup was within your grasp. 

You could tell your suspicions to Madam Hooch, or even McGonnagal, you suppose. But Weasley was a much patchier player than McLaggen, and it would be better for your chances if Weasley was Gryffindor’s keeper. And what was more important to you? McLaggen? Or the Cup?

You roll over in bed, trying to get comfortable. It’s a stupid question, really. It was the Cup, of course it was the Cup.

Right?

Chapter 3: Poster Girl

[phantom088]

Lost Bets

(Warning: Long ass post.)

Okay, so I wrote this story with the help of ChatGPT.

The promt I gave it was "Danny loses a bet with Tucker, the punishment being he has to dye his hair rainbow with temporary colors."

The chat bot gave me a general description of the story (which I can't find when I scroll through the conservation) and I decided to write it in full because I was board.

Here it is, I guess.

Danny was furiously clicking the buttons on his laptop's keyboard.

He and Tucker were playing a 1v1 in Doom, and Danny was desperate to win.

At the moment, Danny was in the lead, but not by much.

The deal was that whoever got to a score of 5,000 while playing the game would win; Danny was at 4,950 and Tucker was at 4,900.

Danny only had to kill Tucker once to get the 5,000 points, and Tucker would have to kill Danny twice to get the lead. Danny's avatar searched the arena.

"Come on, man, where are you?" Danny questioned aloud.

Tucker, who was sitting across from Danny, glanced over his laptop and smirked.

"I'm not telling you where I am; I'm destined to win this game and not have to go to the mall to shout out embarrassing secrets. What if there are ladies there?"

Yes, there was also that. Danny and Tucker made a bet that if Danny won, then Tucker would have to go to the mall and shout out embarrassing secrets about himself, made up or not. If Tucker won, then Danny would have to use temporary hair dye to dye his hair rainbow.

Danny opened his mouth, about to make a snarky remark about Tucker and girls, when suddenly his ghost sense went off.

Danny's eye jetted off his computer screen as he watched the ghost sense disappear. His eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out who set off his ghost sense, when, in the corner of his eye, he saw his computer screen flash red.

Danny quickly looked down to see his computer flashing the message "You Died" at him, with the options of quit or respawn under it.

Danny growled and selected the respawn option, knowing he and Tucker were now tied.

The few moments of immunity the game gave players who first spawned in were bliss.

Danny managed to equip his weapon and move forward a few steps before hearing a gunshot emit from Tucker's computer speakers and travel to his. The "You Died" screen showing back up on Danny's screen.

Danny stared at his screen for a few seconds in disbelief. Tucker meanwhile was laughing his butt off in victory.

"Dude!" Danny eventually exclaimed. "You were camping!! That's not fair!"

Through laughter, Tucker responded "When I killed you, you were already in the respawn area, would have been stupid not to take the opportunity when you respawned!"

"Okay, but that other kill shouldn't count; I got distracted by my ghost sense!" Danny protested.

"Doesn't matter!" Tucker replied. "Because I won and you lost!!"

Danny groaned. Tucker was right; he lost.

"Which, you know what that means!" Tucker added.

Danny slowly nodded his head, then his ghost sense went off again.

"Fine, but I have to figure out why my ghost sense is going off first." Danny informed as he stood from his seat.

Tucker leaned back and crossed his legs. A smug look was on his face.

"Alright, go ahead. That will give me time to prepare the materials."

Danny rolled his eyes.

"I'm going ghost!" Danny quipped as the blue rings appeared at his waist and made him ghostly.

Danny phased out of the side of Tucker's house, and after a few minutes, he finally found The Box Ghost in an alleyway, attempting to assault some boxes.

"Haha! Soon your square, cardboard powers will be mine, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Was The Box Ghosts conservation with said alleyway boxes.

Danny floated quietly behind him, watching with a raised eyebrow.

"Right... I feel bad for those boxes." Danny remarked, getting the Box Ghost's attention.

"Ah, I see you're here to stop my evil plans, ghost boy." The Box Ghost remarked, trying to sound as threatening as possible.

Danny just looked at him with a neutral expression.

"For, like, the 10th time this week." Danny finally responded.

"11th." The Box Ghost corrected.

An ectoblast light up in Danny's hand.

"Oh, how time flies when you're fighting an annoyance." Danny remarked as he took his shot.

The ectoblast hit The Box Ghost square on, knocking him into the alleyway wall. Danny landed in front of him and quickly caught him in the thermos. Danny having won the fight against The Box Ghost.

At first, Danny smirked at his accomplishment, then he frowned.

"If I was only able to pull something like that off in Doomed." Danny said to himself:.

Another thought hit him.

"Dang it, why couldn't that fight last longer?!" Danny complained.

Danny lifted off the ground and huffed.

"Best I just get this over with."

Danny turned midair and shot off.

He made his way back to Tucker's house, phasing through the wall to Tucker's room and reverting to his human form.

Danny found Tucker in his bathroom, setting up the different dyes.

"And you mocked me for buying these before we started the game." Tucker remarked. "But now I can confidentially say, HA! Take that!"

Danny scowled and walked up to Tucker.

"Who was the ghost?" Tucker asked.

"The Box Ghost." Danny answered.

"Ah, so that's why you were fast." Tucker concluded.

Danny nodded his head in agreement as Tucker got finished placing the dyes in the spots he wanted.

"Alright." Danny said it with a sigh. "Let's get this over with."

Tucker smirked as he sat down on the toilet.

"Alright, dude, on your knees in front of me." He remarked.

Danny did as he was told, kneeling down in front of Tucker. He could feel a dipping sensation in his stomach.

"You sure the dye is temporary?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, man, don't worry." Tucker responded. "And to prove it to you..." Tucker handed Danny one of the empty packages, to let him read the label. The label did label it as temporary, something that will wash out the next time he washed his hair, but Danny was still nervous as heck.

Danny handed the package back to Tucker, and then he waited for Tucker to get started.

"Let's start with red." Tucker remarked as he picked up the bowl with red dye in it.

Danny tensed up as he heard Tucker mixing the dye, then he slightly cringed as he felt the brush with the dye on it stroke the back of his head.

"You're going to enjoy every moment of this, aren't you?" Danny asked as he heard a snicker from Tucker.

"Sure am." Tucker responded.

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(I'm not going to write the whole process because I just don't want to lol).

Danny stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection. A look of disbelief and annoyance was etched on his face. His hair was a rainbow, for sure.

His bangs were the most in order, as Tucker split his bangs into seven different sections and dyed each section a different color. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and pink. For the rest of his hair, Tucker wasn't as orderally as he seemed to have just dotted random colors at random places, except for the back of his head.

Truthfully, Danny couldn't really see the back of his head, but he could tell from the way Tucker was having the most fun and laughter while doing it that it probably wasn't good.

"You like it?" Tucker asked as he stood cross-armed behind Danny.

Danny ran his fingers through his hair, not looking amused.

"That's debatable." Danny responded.

Tucker laughed, and then a mischievous look came upon his face.

"Then I think you'll love the back." Tucker chuckled.

"What did you do with the back?" Danny asked, feeling the pit in his stomach return.

Tucker held out his phone and told Danny to face away from him, then snapped a photo and showed it to Danny.

The back of Danny's head from a certain point back was pink; in the middle, Tucker had drawn out an actual rainbow (🌈 for reference).

Danny placed a hand on the back of his head, and even though he couldn't feel color changes, he ran his hand down the back of his head, stopping where he guessed the rainbow was.

"I knew it was weird when you seemed to have been using only one color for a long time." He remarked.

Tucker burst out laughing.

"And the best part is, you're going to have to go to school looking like this tomorrow!"

Danny had forgotten that was part of the deal.

"Crud." Danny remarked as he faced back to the mirror, running his hand through his hair. "Forgot about that... what will Paulina think of my hair?"

Tucker tried to stop laughing to respond to Danny's question, but he couldn't, ending up shrugging in response.

"And the bullying I'm going to get from Dash..." Danny reminded himself, the consequences of the situation were starting to dawn on him.

Tucker managed to stop laughing, quickly giving his response.

"I don't know about that stuff, man; I just know I'm keeping my phone on me at all times to take pictures of this event, to immortalize this for the rest of time."

Danny gave a sharp glare at Tucker, who started snickering uncontrollably again, returning his gaze to the mirror.

After a moment, Danny could feel a smirk come across his lips. Even though he hated this, it also dawned on him how comical the situation really was.

He lost the bet, and even though he would still argue that Tucker didn't win fairly, he still took the punishment. It's only for one school day, then he'd be able to wash the dye out.

Danny gave a small laugh as he hung his head.

"Tomorrow is going to be wild, isn't it?" He concluded, ignoring the fact that Tucker was still laughing uncontrollably.

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(Just a quick reaction from Danny's family because writing this is kind of fun.).

Danny stood outside his house; he was cutting it close to his 10 p.m. curfew, the time being 9:50.

Danny was wearing a NASA hoodie; the hood was up, hiding his hair. Maybe he could just slip past his parents and sister and go to bed without them questioning his hair.

Danny walked up to the door and unlocked it, slowly walking into his house. Maddie, who was sitting on the couch messing with a new ghost invention, took notice and looked at Danny.

"Oh Danny! There you are; I didn't think you were going to be back home before your curfew." She remarked.

Danny pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie tighter, hoping no strand of hair was going to make its way out from underneath.

"Yeah, me neither." Danny responded.

Danny glanced at the stairwell and gave a fake yawn.

"I am tired, though, so I think I'm going to head to bed." He concluded as he began to walk to the stairs.

"Okay sweetie." Maddie responded, but then she frowned. "Hold up."

Danny stopped in his tracks, feeling his heart pound.

His parents had no idea about the bet he lost, and he really wanted it to stay that way.

"Come here." Maddie ordered.

Danny stayed still, not sure what to do.

"Danny, you're not in trouble." Maddie reassured. "I just want you to come here."

Danny groaned. Mothers never meant it when they say "you're not in trouble.".

Reluctantly, Danny turned around and walked up towards Maddie, who seemed to be studying him.

"Wh-whats up?" Danny asked, trying to not sound suspicious.

Maddie raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"Why is there an orange strand of hair peeking out from under your hood?" She asked.

Danny sighed, knowing he was caught.

"Gah, thought you wouldn't notice anything." Danny groaned under his breath.

"I'm your mother; I notice a lot of things about you, Danny." Maddie pointed out.

"That's lie." Thought Danny.

"Now lower your hood; I want to see what you're trying to hide." Maddie said with sternness.

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Right, fine. Just stick to your 'you're not in trouble' trope." Danny remarked.

"I'll decide if I'm sticking to that or not once you lower your hood." Maddie answered, crossing her arms.

Danny quickly avoided eye contact with his mother and lowered his hood, waiting for a gasp, laughter, or scolding from her.

Maddie was silent for a moment before calling up the stairs.

"Jack! Come see what your son has done to his hair!"

After a moment, Jack came booming down the stairs. He was already wearing pajamas, looking like he was about to go to bed.

He stopped and looked at Danny, who quickly looked away when he made eye contact with him.

"What in the ghost zone happened to your hair, Danno?!" Jack questioned.

"That's exactly what I'm wondering, too." Maddie added.

"I... um..." Danny clicked his tongue. "I kind of lost a bet with Tucker."

Danny quickly looked up at his parents.

"But don't get mad; the dye is only temporary! It'll wash out the next time I take a shower or wash my hair!"

"I don't know about your mother, but I'm not mad." Jack answered. "I honestly just find it funny, what was the bet?"

Danny gave a small smile.

"Whoever could reach 5,000 points in Doomed first wins." He answered.

Maddie spoke up.

"Are you sure the dye is only temporary?" She asked.

Danny nodded his head.

Maddie sighed.

"Very well, you're not in any trouble; as long as it'll wash out, then I guess it's fine."

Danny nodded.

"And if I told you I couldn't wash it out until tomorrow night, does that change anything?"

Maddie looked at Danny.

"Until tomorrow night? That means you'll have to go to school looking like that."

"I know, that was part of the bet."

Maddie nodded, then smiled.

"And to answer your question, Danny, no, that doesn't change anything. You're not in trouble."

Danny smiled; he was relieved that this went easier than he thought it would go, and his parents didn't laugh at him.

Well, until he heard his dad give a small snicker.

"Sorry Danno." Jack apologized. "Just the little rainbow on the back of your head."

Danny frowned. The rainbow, surrounded by pink, had to be his least favorite part of the style.

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The next day, Jazz was driving Danny to school. Jazz herself was trying her best to conceal her laughter at Danny's hair, while Danny just took it.

He liked to see Jazz laugh, and at this point, he didn't mind. He was just determined to get the day over, hopefully with his dignity still intact.

Jazz had dropped Danny off at the front of the school and wished him luck, then she drove off to find a spot in student parking.

Danny felt people staring at him, and he could hear a few people snicker as he walked toward the school.

As long as nobody came up to talk to him about his hair, then he could pull up the gull to make it to the front doors, where he could see Tucker and Sam waiting. Tucker was smirking while Sam was watching him in amusement and some disbelief.

Danny finally reached the door and gave an awkward smile.

"Morning." He greeted.

Sam gave a small laugh.

"So Tucker was telling the truth when he told me you let him rainbowfie your hair after losing a bet."

Danny nodded.

"Pretty much." He answered.

Sam smiled and shrugged.

"But hey, it's a good look on you." She teased.

Danny smiled and did a mock bow.

"I know, I'm rocking it!" He responded, finally getting into his comfort zone.

"Yes, you are, dude!" Tucker replied. "Now, maybe we should get to class before the bell rings. Show off your hair in the hallway." Tucker smirked. "Maybe Paulina will see it!"

Danny could feel his face getting hot as he began to blush.

Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. She placed her hand on Danny's back and pushed him up the stairs.

"Come on, Rainbow Dash, now's not the time to go over your fantasies."

Sam pushed Danny into the school, allowing him to walk on his own after a few moments.

Sam and Tucker shared amused smirks as they walked behind Danny, who was taking the starring and laughter from other students like a champ.

Danny made it to his locker and opened it.

So far, so good.

"Hey Fentoni!"

Never mind.

Danny turned his attention to the voice that called out to him. Dash was standing a few feet away, a smirk on his face.

"You know you look stupid, right?" Dash commented.

"Yet, seeing me brings more joy to people's faces than they have when seeing you." Danny put out.

Dash frowned.

"Well, that's because it looks like a unicorn puked on your head, Fenton."

A smirk came across Danny's face.

"At least I don't have a bowl cut, like a certain someone did in 7th grade, Dash." Danny laughed and pointed to his hair. "And the hair dye will wash out the next time I take a shower; memories of this won't have to live with me in the pages of a middle school year book."

As Danny said that, a flash of light hit him, and Dash and him both looked over to see Sam was holding her camera.

"Okay, yeah, I know, bad timing." Sam quickly said. "But the picture is only something Danny, Tucker and I can see and remember, not the whole school."

Dash looked flustered, knowing Danny had a point about the whole yearbook thing. Everyone knew Dash had a bowl cut, and he still gets teased about it by his friends, who bring up pictures and show them among the popular table, and showing them to any random kid who passes by the table.

"Fine, touché Fenton... but you still look ridiculous." Dash quipped back.

"Only for one day, and not two full years." Danny remarked.

Dash growled and turned away, not wanting to bite off more than he could chew, making his leave.

"Wow, so new trick." Tucker remarked as he walked up next to Danny. "Mention his bowl cut, and you won't be made fun of... smile!" Tucker snapped a picture of Danny, very much to his dismay.

The rest of the day went as Danny had expected. Students joke about his hair and whatnot.

In history class, Danny had a presentation that he had to share in front of the class. The questions afterward were not about his presentation but instead about his hair, which Danny managed to gleefully answer until the teacher told him to shut up and sit down.

At lunch, Paulina even walked up to him and complimented him on his hair, saying the rainbow on the back of his head was her favorite part.

Danny wasn't sure if she meant it or not, but hey, he'll take it.

Danny considers any day that A: Paulina notices him and B: No ghosts attack him as a good day.

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It was evening, and Danny was finally home. He was staring at his bathroom mirror, taking in his hair color for the last time before washing the dye out.

The day was rather fun, with Danny joking with his friends and getting attention from other students, especially Paulina, but in the end, Danny knew the attention wasn't always good in case a ghost decided to attack.

People staring at you and laughing isn't a good mix when you have to go ghost in a clinch.

Danny turned on the bathroom sink. Tucker had given him the instructions for washing the hair dye out. The instructions said to use warm water and shampoo to get it out, head facing down. Washing your hair with your head facing down is pretty difficult to do in a shower, so that's why he opted for the sink.

Danny stuck his head under the faucet and allowed the water to run through his hair. He could already see a multitude of colors going down the drain, and a lot of pink.

Danny grabbed the shampoo that he sat next to the sink and went to work, massaging it into his hair and hoping he is able to wash out the color, especially the rainbow on the back of his head.

Danny didn't know why he had beef with it, especially because Paulina had said she liked it most. To each your own was his conclusion.

After about 10 minutes, Danny decided he was probably done and had to have gotten most, if not all, of the hair dye out of his hair.

He turned off the faucet and lifted his head out of the sink. Danny felt relief as a strand of wet black hair swung down in front of his eyes.

Using a towel, Danny hastily dried his hair and looked at himself in his reflection. His hair was back to being jet black, and Danny ran his fingers through it, making sure he didn't miss any spots.

Danny smiled and turned, but managed to catch a glimpse of color in his reflection on the back of his head.

Danny frowned as he felt the back of his head.

"Don't tell me I managed to miss that rainbow." He said to himself as he pulled out his phone.

Danny aimed the camera at the back of his head and snapped a picture.

He then looked at it and frowned.

The small rainbow Tucker had drawn on with the hair dye was still there, vibrant as ever, not looking faded at all.

"You said it was temporary dye." Danny remarked with annoyance.

Danny's eye flashed green as he groaned with frustration. "Not semi-permanent or whatever, Tuck..."

Danny looked down, his eyes still glowing.

"I'm going to have to kill Tucker for this tomorrow." He decided to himself as he switched to the texting app on his phone.

"Have a nice next 12 hours, Tuck." Is all Danny typed into his phone, sending it to Tucker's number, who responded with, "Lol, you washed the dye out, didn't you?"

Danny tuned off his phone, not responding to Tucker. A small smile came across his face as he felt the back of his head.

"Could be worse, I guess." Danny remarked as he, in turn, got ready for bed.

If you're still here, I applaud you. And that's about it lol.