#disco ball currently above my head

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rushed anal w nat 🥴

Warnings: semi-public sex, anal, strap-on, light choking, smut (18+)

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Hand in hand, you follow as Natasha leads the way to the bathroom. She pushes through the sweaty bodies and dodges potential spills from the reds cups dancing along others. Your eyes land on her swaying hips, taking in the outfit you pick out for her. Dark black jeans, strapless top — in which took some convincing which resulted in a sore jaw — and the leather jacket Natasha insisted she’d wear so she could offer it to you the second you stepped outside and complained it’s too cold.

The music is blasting, almost echoing down the halls. Colorful lights fill the room, reflecting off the disco balls hanging from the ceiling while the music vibrates off the walls. After walking down the mile long hallway, Natasha pulls you into an empty bathroom. The bathroom is big enough to pass as a bedroom, but you stopped questioning Tony’s money spending habits.

Nothing to worry about, at least not when Natasha’s lips find yours.

The kiss is messy and wet. Her tongue pushes past your lips and finds its way in your mouth. Her surprisingly warm hands find your neck, fingers dig into the back of your neck as her thumb strokes your cheek. Pulling away she spins youso you’re facing the mirror. Your hands hold your weight as she pushes her body against your backside. Her arms trap you between the counter and her body. That’s when you feel it.

This wasn’t going to be your average bathroom fuck.

Natasha wanted to play.

“Here?”

“What better way to end the year, baby?”

Her words light a fire in you and who are you to complain? Natasha’s hand finds its home between your thighs, pulling aside your red lace panties and slipping through your already soaked folds. She is quick to bury two fingers inside you and even quicker to curl them. You swear your knees are going to give out.

“Natty, I have-” You cut yourself off with a whiney moan.

“What is it baby?” She smirks, cooled and composed.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Natasha hums in your ear and smiles when you push yourself against her hips. At this point it’s just muscle memory. Your hands find the end of your dress, they don’t have to stretch given this black mini short had to be the shortest dress you’ve wore all year. You hike up the dress over your hips, giving Natasha view of the red lace she currently felt rubbing against the back of her hand with each thrust.

“You’re so beautiful. I could just worship you.”

“That’s not the surprise, silly.”

Natasha raise her eyebrows, even more so when you pull her hand out from your panties. Making eye contact through the mirror, you bring her dripping fingers to your lips and suck. Your eyes almost flutter close when you hear Natasha groan behind you.

“Take them off and have a look.”

Confused, but determined Natasha does exactly what you say, only after you’ve spread your legs open and bent over the sink counter. Natasha’s fingers hook onto your thong and tug them down. Just as you expected you hear a breathy curse in her native tongue. Her hands grab a handful of your ass as she groans. A red jewel sitting above your glistening pussy is staring back at her green eyes.

“Fuck me, Natty.” Working your muscles to push the thick plug out as much as you can before your muscles give out and it slips back in its place inside you. “In my ass.”

The plug was a gag joke Wanda had gifted you. Its size of it made you clench when you first unwrapped it, but you knew you had to work up to its size and that’s exactly what you did and how you found yourself begging to be fucked in the ass on new year’s eve, 10 mins til midnight.

“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

She works quickly but carefully, turning your head so your lips could meet. It’s an awkward angle with a slight strain in your neck but it’s worth it. One hand between your legs rubbing your clit as the other works on pulling the plug til your muscles stretch on its widest part then pushing it back in.

How you’re still standing should be someone’s PhD thesis.

It’s all a blur, one second your letting out moans as she curls her fingers inside you once more and the other you feel her pushing in the tip of strap she had been hiding from you all night.

“Relax baby. Almost there.”

Groaning when her hips are finally pressed against yours. The stretch is delicious and has you seeing stars. You had been craving this.

The redhead whispers sweet things in your ear, but they hardly stick. Your brain is working overtime just try not to come while you try your best to welcome the stretch of your ass. Her fingers never leave your clit and it makes it hard to stay quiet. Almost like you’re playing a game on whether you can be louder the music playing outside.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I needd to usee the bathroom, pleasuh.” A slurred voiced says behind the bathroom door.

You gasp loudly, but Natasha’s hand covers your mouth.

“Come baby you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

Her thrusts become quicker as the pressure in your lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore. Your hands are pressed against the mirror and that’s when you see her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

Another knock.

“My dream girl.”

Her pushes you to your limit and before you know it there’s a loud countdown.

“Five!”

Her fingers find themselves curled inside you once more. The feeling of both your holes being filled has you weak.

“Four!”

Another finger added and her hips speed up.

“Three.”

The hand covering your mouth travels south and wraps around your throat.

“Two!”

A small squeeze with a whisper of ‘I love you’.

“One!”

You come as your legs shake and fingers drag against the once spotless mirror. You feel yourself leak onto the fingers still curling inside you. Whining when your ass feels a bit sore when Natasha pulls out.

“Happy new year, baby.”

You barely process anything. Natasha however is quick to recover as she washes her hands, pulls your dress down and stuffs your panties in her back pocket. Her hands wrap around your waist and tug you upright. You hum in response as you let her walk you out of the bathroom. Your ears are met with even louder music and happy cheers from everyone. There’s confetti in the air and fireworks in the sky.

“Happy new year, Natty.”

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This was supposed to be short, and posted before new years, but it came out a little longer than expected. Happy New Year! Don’t forget to reblog and comment, let me know what you think!

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Imagine: How bloodline members would react to bratty!reader pranking them | SMUT! 18+

Warning: includes BDSM elements and general kink themes but as always everything is ssc

Requested by: @wrestlingbaby

Featuring: Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso & Naomi, Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Zilla Fatu.

♡ Roman ♡

Roman Reigns was a simple man with simple pleasures.

One of his favorite things was a nice, relaxing shower after a long day. The hot water always helped ease the tension in his muscles and the steam cleared his mind.

But on this particular day, he was about to experience anything but relaxation.

As he stepped into the shower and turned on the water, he began to lather up his hair with his usual shampoo.

But something was off. The texture felt strange. Something was.. weird.

He frowned, his fingers running through his hair. He glanced down at his hand and his eyes widened as he saw the telltale signs of glitter all over his fingers.

"What the..?"

He quickly reached up and felt his hair again, this time his fingers coming away with a lot more glitter.

"Who the hell..."

He muttered under his breath, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Roman's frustration was growing by the second. He knew he wasn't just seeing things, the glitter was definitely in his hair.

He quickly washed the shampoo out, but the glitter stubbornly refused to leave. It clung to his hair like a stubborn child refusing to let go of a toy.

He couldn't believe this was happening.

He turned off the shower and stepped out, dripping wet and glittery.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, grumbling under his breath as he made his way out of the bathroom.

He had a pretty good idea who was responsible for this little prank, and he was not happy.

Roman stomped through the house, following the faint sound of laughter to the living room.

As he entered the room, he saw his girlfriend sitting on the couch, trying to stifle her giggles behind her hand.

Roman stood in front of them, arms crossed and a glare on his face.

"You," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You put glitter in my shampoo, didn't you?"

You sat on the couch, trying to hold back your laughter as Roman confronted you. You knew you were in trouble, but couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious.

You looked up at Roman, a sly grin on your face.

"And if I did?" y/n teased, unable to resist playing innocent.

Roman's glare darkened, his jaw clenching in annoyance.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" he asked, taking a step closer to her. "Turning my hair into a glittery mess?"

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his frustration. You knew he was mad, but the look on his face was priceless. The glitter really brought out his hair, making him look like a walking disco ball.

"Oh, come on," Y/N said, still giggling. "You have to admit, it's a little funny."

Roman's eyes narrowed as he continued to glare at you. He didn't find it funny at all. In fact, he found it quite annoying.

"No, it's not funny," he said firmly. "It's gonna be a pain in the ass to get this stuff out of my hair."

Y/N pouted playfully, giving him a mock innocent look.

"Aww, but you look so pretty with glitter in your hair," You teased. "Like a fairy or something."

Roman rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by her comment.

"I'm not a fairy," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm the tribal chief, who's hair is currently covered in glitter. And it's your fault."

Y/N couldn't resist pushing his buttons a little further. You knew he was trying to stay mad, but his grumpy demeanor was only making him more endearing.

"Oh, don't be such a grump," you said, poking him in the stomach playfully. "You're supposed to be happy and glittery."

Roman's expression darkened even more at your playful poke, his patience finally running out.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, straddling your hips and trapping your beneath him on the couch.

You gasped as he pinned you down, your eyes widening in surprise. You had pushed his buttons a little too far, and now you were at his mercy.

"You think it's funny to prank me like this?" he asked, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly. "To turn me into a walking disco ball?"

You squirmed beneath him, testing his hold on your wrists. But his grip was firm, holding you in place effortlessly. Damn him and those 'extra big' arms.

"No, sir," you said softly, your tone laced with a hint of submission.

Roman smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of your beneath him. He leaned in close, his face inches from yours.

"That's right," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You gon' learn not to test your tribal chief's patience, babygirl."

He ran his free hand down your body, his touch gentle yet possessive. He could feel your shiver beneath him, your breath hitching in your throat.

"And I have just the punishment in mind," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

Your heart was racing in your chest, your body tingling with anticipation. You knew whatever punishment he had in mind, it would be intense.

You tried to speak, to say something, but your words caught in your throat as he nibbled on your earlobe.

Roman chuckled, enjoying the effect he was having on you. He could feel your body responding to his touch.

"You're already so worked up," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. "And I haven't even done anything yet."

He continued to kiss and nibble on your neck, his free hand roaming over your body. He could feel you arching into his touch, desperate for more.

"Look at you," he said, his voice filled with desire. "So needy and desperate for my touch."

Roman chuckled darkly. "Too bad you don't get to cum today".

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♡ Jey ♡

Jey Uso had been looking forward to eating the leftovers from his favorite restaurant, Waffle House. He had just gotten back from a grueling workout, and the thought of those sweet, fluffy waffles had been keeping him going.

But when he opened the fridge and reached for the bag, he was met with an unexpected surprise. Instead of the delicious waffles, he found a bag full of vegetables. Nothing but carrot sticks and celery.

Jey's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared at the contents of the bag. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had been looking forward to this all day, and now it had been ruined.

"What the-?" he exclaimed, holding up the bag of veggies. "Who the hell did this?"

As Jey stood there, fuming over the contents of the bag, he realized who was responsible for the prank.

"You," he growled, turning to face you. "You did this, didn't you?"

You stood there, a sly smile on your face. You knew you were in trouble, but you couldn't help but feel a little proud of yourself for pulling off the prank.

"Me?" you said innocently, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Why would you think that?"

Jey's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to you. He could see through your innocent act, knowing you were behind this little prank.

"Cut the act," he said, his voice stern. "I know it was you. You're the only one who would have the audacity to mess with my waffle house."

Jey's frustration was evident in his expression. He was seething. He'd never wanted to bend you over the nearest surface and spank your ass raw more than he did right now.

"You're lucky I'm starving," he grumbled, tossing the bag of vegetables onto the counter. "Otherwise I'd teach you a lesson right now."

You couldn't help but smirk at his comment, knowing he was holding back his anger. You knew that he was going to get his revenge on you later, but for now, he had more pressing matters to attend to. His growling stomach and the veggies he'd have to pretend was waffle house.

"You're just going to let me get away with it, aren't you?" you teased, poking him in the chest.

Jey grabbed your hand, his grip firm as he pulled you closer to him. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance and desire.

"Oh, I'm not letting you get away with it," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're just making it worse for yourself by provoking me."

He spun you around, pinning you against the kitchen counter. His body pressed against yours, trapping you between him and the hard surface.

"You really like pushing my buttons, don't you?" he growled, his lips inches from your ear.

You could feel his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips possessively.

"I can't decide whether to punish you or fuck you senseless.." he said, his voice rough with desire.

"Both? Both is good." Y/N chuckled.

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♡ Jimmy ♡

Jimmy Uso had just finished a long day of training, and he was looking forward to a relaxing night at home. He greeted both his wife and their girlfriend with a kiss before hopping into the shower.

When he got out, he quickly dried himself off and got dressed. He reached for his pants, not noticing the green handprints on the seat of them.

Jimmy pulled his pants on, oblivious to the prank you and Naomi had pulled. As he stood up, he looked down at his pants in the mirror and froze. He saw the handprints on the seat of his pants.

His eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. He couldn't believe you and Naomi had done something so immature and childish.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed, storming out out of the bathroom to confront you and Naomi. "You two did this?"

You and Naomi couldn't help but burst into laughter, seeing the look on Jimmy's face. You both knew he was furious, but you couldn't help but find the situation hilarious.

"We couldn't resist," you said between giggles. "It was too tempting."

"We had to mark our territory!" Naomi said

Jimmy's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He couldn't believe the two of you had marked him like he was some kind of property. He's the Dom here!

"You both are insufferable," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're going to pay for this."

You and Naomi exchanged a mischievous look, knowing that you were both in for a wild ride. It was always fun to brat at him together.

"Oh, we're so scared," Y/N said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Jimmy's eyes darkened as he took a step closer to the two of you. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, and he wasn't going to let you get away with it that easily.

"You should be," he growled, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. "I'm not going to let you get away with marking me like that without punishment."

"Like you can take us both" Naomi teased.

Jimmy's grip on your chin tightened as he smirked at Naomi's comment.

"Is that a challenge, baby?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Naomi stepped forward, a smirk on her face as she stood next to you.

"Oh, I think you know it is," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Jimmy chuckled darkly, his gaze flicking between the two of you. He knew you were both testing his limits, and he was determined to put you both in your place.

"I'm going to enjoy teaching you both a lesson," he said, his hand sliding down from your chin to your neck, squeezing it gently.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he squeezed your neck, excitement coursing through your veins. You could feel Naomi's body press against yours from behind, sandwiching you between the two of them.

Jimmy leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered to you.

"You both have no idea what you're in for," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine as he pulled back delivering a firm swat to your ass and then an identical swat to Naomi's.

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♡ Solo ♡

Solo sat backstage, his frustration mounting as he searched for his gloves. He couldn't believe he had misplaced them just before Smackdown, he had roughly 15 minutes before his segment starts.

"Where the hell are they?" he muttered to himself, rifling through his bag for the fifth time.

He was getting more and more annoyed with each passing minute. He couldn't find them anywhere, and he had no idea how he was going to perform without his gloves. They were a big part of his new gimmick.

"This is just great," he said through gritted teeth, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Solo heard a familiar giggle from behind him and he whipped around, his eyes narrowing as he spotted you.

"You," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "Did you hide my gloves?"

You couldn't help but giggle again, a smug expression on your face. You knew you had him right where you wanted him.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," you said innocently, trying to feign ignorance.

Solo's jaw clenched in irritation. He knew you were messing with him, and he wasn't in the mood for your games.

"You little brat," he said, taking a step closer to you. "You think this is funny?"

You continued to giggle, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You loved pushing his buttons, and you knew you were driving him crazy.

"Maybe just a little," you said, biting your lip to hold back another laugh.

Solo let out an exasperated sigh, trying to keep his temper in check. He was running out of time and he needed to find those gloves desperately.

"Give me back my gloves," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Now."

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of defiance in your expression.

"And what if I don't?" you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest.

Solo's eyes darkened at your response, his patience wearing thin.

"You're really pushing it, you know that?" he said, taking another step closer until he was towering over you.

He reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I'm not playing games with you, Y/N," he said firmly. "Tell me where my gloves are."

You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. You loved seeing him like this, all worked up and frustrated. It was a game you were more than happy to keep playing.

"Make me," you taunted, a smirk playing on your lips.

"I'll deal with you after the show.. Your ass is mine, babygirl." Solo said firmly.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, the intensity in his voice sending a wave of anticipation through your body. You couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement at the thought of what he had in store for you after the show.

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♡ Jacob ♡

Jacob Fatu entered his apartment, still reeling from a long day of training. He was exhausted and just wanted to take a shower and relax.

As soon as he stepped through the door, a loud splash echoed through the room, followed by a deluge of cold water cascading down on him.

"What the-!" he exclaimed, sputtering and spitting out water as he tried to figure out what had just happened.

You stood off to the side, watching as the bucket of water drenched Jacob. You couldn't contain your laughter, doubling over and clutching your stomach as you saw the look of shock and surprise on his face.

Jacob wiped the water from his eyes, glaring at you as you continued to laugh hysterically.

"You," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You set that up, didn't you?"

You could barely speak through your laughter, tears streaming down your face as you nodded.

"Y-yeah, I did," You managed to gasp out, holding onto the wall for support.

Jacob stood there, soaked to the bone and absolutely furious. He clenched his fists, trying to contain his anger as he stared at his laughing girlfriend.

"You think this is funny?" he said, his voice still low and dangerous.

You finally managed to catch your breath, wiping the tears from your eyes as you straightened up.

"Oh, come on," You said, a mischievous grin on your face. "It was hilarious, admit it."

Jacob let out a huff of frustration, his annoyance at being pranked slowly giving way to a sense of amusement. He couldn't help but find your laughter infectious, even if he was still soaked and pissed off.

"You're lucky I love you," he grumbled, shaking his head in disbelief.

You smirked and stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his chest and feeling the damp fabric of his shirt.

"I'll make it up to you," You said, your voice sultry and suggestive.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his irritation.

"Oh, you will, huh?" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

You looked up at him with a smirk, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"Definitely," You whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his jawline.

Jacob let out a low groan, his body reacting to your touch. He slid his hands down to your hips, pulling you flush against him and feeling the heat of your body against his.

"You're such a tease," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear, "You still gettin' punished."

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♡ Zilla ♡

Zilla had just returned from a workout session, still feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was looking forward to spending some time with his girlfriend, but as he approached the living room, he heard your voice coming from the other room.

He paused, straining to listen in on the conversation. He recognized the tone in your voice, a mix of playful and flirty, and it made his blood boil.

"Yeah, my man ain't here. You can come over." You said.

Zilla's jaw clenched as he heard your words, his mind racing with a mix of anger and jealousy.

He quietly moved closer to the door, pressing his ear against the wood to hear her conversation more clearly.

He heard your laugh, a sultry sound that only fueled his jealousy further. He could practically picture your flirtatious expression, the one you reserved only for him.

His grip on the door frame tightened, his knuckles turning white as he listened to you continue the charade.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, his eyes locking onto you as you spoke on the phone.

You looked up, a hint of false surprise in your eyes as you saw him standing there. You quickly ended the 'call' and put your phone down, feigning innocence. You knew that nothing would piss him off more than pranking him like this. There had been no one on the phone.

"Hey babe, you're home early," You said, trying to sound casual.

Zilla crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze piercing as he took a step closer to you.

"Cut the bullshit," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I heard what you said on the phone."

You swallowed nervously, your playful demeanor fading as you realized you were in trouble.

"Baby, it was just a prank," You said, attempting to defuse the situation.

Zilla let out a harsh laugh, his eyes narrowing.

"A prank, huh? So you thought it was funny to act like you were cheating on me with some dude?"

You took a step back, feeling the weight of his anger. You knew you had messed up big time and Zilla was gonna hand your ass to you for this one.

"I didn't think it would bother you that much," You said, your voice faltering.

Zilla scoffed, taking another step towards you until you were backed against the wall.

"Are you serious right now? You didn't think it would bother me that you were pretending to be with someone else?"

He was standing so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. He pinned you against the wall, his hands resting on either side of your head.

"You belong to me, don't you?" he growled, his eyes locked onto yours.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his possessive tone.

"Yes, I do," You whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you clenched your thighs in arousal.

Zilla's expression softened just a fraction as he heard your confirmation, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface.

"Then don't ever do no fuck shit like that EVER again," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine, and I don't share."

He moved closer, his body pressing against yours as he caged you in against the wall. He brought a hand up to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

"Do you understand?" he said, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded, your eyes locked onto his intense gaze. You could feel the possessiveness in his touch, the way he held you in place as if to remind you who you belonged to.

Zilla's fingers traced along your jawline, his touch both gentle and possessive. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours.

"You're mine," he repeated, his breath hot against your skin. "And I'ma make sure you remember that."

He closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. He poured all of his emotions into the kiss, his jealousy, his anger, his need to claim her as his own.

You melted into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his possessive claim. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Zilla's hands roamed over your body, reaffirming his ownership of you. He pressed you harder against the wall, his tongue claiming your mouth as he dominated the kiss.

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pinned your against the wall, his body flush against yours, making it clear who was in control.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. He wanted to mark you, to leave visible reminders of his claim on your body.

"Bedroom. Now." Zilla said.

You let out a small gasp at his commanding tone, a shiver of anticipation running through you. You nodded quickly, your voice breathless as you responded.

"Yes, Daddy."

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Credit to Gif owners!

Again Thank you to @wrestlingbaby for the request! 💞

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Hiiii, I love your writing! I would love to see if you could write something with filly. Like a fluff where you go out to like a party together and you take care of drunk filly.You don't have to do it <3, if you can though that would be amazing <3 <3 <3

ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE [Yung Filly]

Warnings: drunkeness? (Is that a warning 💀)

A/N: aww thank u so much! Of course! I legit wanted to write for Filly so bad but had no ideas so thank u 🙏

"You're having a party? Of course, we'll be there!" Filly ended the call with Chunkz on a positive note. Chunkz was hosting a party for hitting 2 and a half million subscribers.

It was a great achievement for him and obviously he asked his best friend if he would be able to attend.

You were at his house, getting ready for it because Filly was your ride there.

Your boyfriend of 2 years always wanted to include you in everything he did or attended.

He never wanted you to be by yourself.

Just as you finished your makeup, Filly called out from downstairs to say that you both needed to go now or there'll be too much traffic when you get there.

You headed downstairs, and Filly stood there in awe, gazing at you, he started to smile when you walked towards him.

"Are you ok? You ready to go?" You asked, placing a hand on his arm in confusion as he still just gazed at you with loving eyes.

"You're absolutely stunning, babe." He gave you a kiss on the cheek and hugged you, which you returned.

You both then headed to the car, and he started to drive to Chunkz event place where the party was being held.

When you arrived at the place, Filly opened the door for you, and you thanked him, calling him a gentleman. To which he responded with a cheeky smile and taking your hand.

He knocked on the door, and it was opened by the man of the night himself, Chunkz. He greeted Filly with a hug and the same with you. Thanking both of you that you could make it tonight.

He ushered the two of you inside and brought you to the main room. It was a huge living space with a food area with snacks and drinks and then a dance floor with a disco ball above it.

Aj and Sharky both were already hitting the dance floor with their amazing dance moves. Classic Sharky with the tiktok dances and Aj just doing his own thing.

And obviously some chairs and tables for those who just want to sit and have a chat with the gang.

On the sofa, at the left of the room sat Niko and Kenny, chatting away, but when you both came into view, they waved, greeting hellos.

Harry and Darkest walked in right after you did, and you all greeted each other. Shaking hands or giving hugs.

After that interaction, more people started flooding in, some whom you knew, and some you have never seen them before.

The party was getting quite loud until Chunkz walked into the top of the room, a mic in hand.

"Hey guys! Just wanted to say thank you for being here today, my friends. This is a very important thing to me, I appreciate that I could spend this special moment with you all. Thank you." He bowed and went back down to talk his friends.

Currently you were with Filly talking to Chunkz about his amazing achievement.

"No, seriously, Chunkz, this is an amazing achievement. It's not easy, but I'm so proud of you, brother." Filly hugged Chunkz again as Chunkz thanked him for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight.

You smiled at the scene in front of you. You loved how Filly was always so sweet and so kind to his friends. And of course, you got the same treatment.

Your stomach rumbled, and your eyes darted to the food table. Your name was being called over to the food table, so you gladly glided over there to get something to eat.

.

.

While you were enjoying food and talking to some friends you knew, you felt the need to check up on Filly. Especially since you heard one of your friends say that someone brought drinks to this party.

Scanning the area, you tried to see if you could spot Filly amongst the crowd. Not seeing him at all, you started to get a bit worried.

You spotted Harry first and walked up to him. You thought maybe he knew where Filly would be.

"Hey Harry, have you seen Filly? I can't spot him at all." Signalling that he couldn't hear you over the music, he pulled you aside to hear you better and you repeated your question.

"Yeah, I think I saw him last talking to Kenny. I think, not too sure, though. He had a drink in his hand so he could be in the bathroom."

You rubbed the bridge of your nose, a bit annoyed, maybe you should've talked to Filly first about the drinking. He can get a bit crazy when he's drunk.

You thanked Harry, to which he responded with a thumbs up, and you continued your search for Filly, remembering he could be with Kenny and the last place you saw Kenny was at the sofa.

Unless he obviously moved, he could potentially still be there. So that's where you looked and you were glad to find Filly there laughing away with Kenny.

But it wasn't a normal laugh. Oh no, Filly was wasted. You could tell he was by the way there were 2 bottles beside him.

He turned his head and spotted you, and his eyes instantly lit up, running up to hug you super tight and once he let go he grabbed your face and started kissing you, usually you would kiss back but knowing this was the drunk side of Filly and he won't remember anything after.

Pulling away, he pouted, he took your hand and brought you up to the middle of the room. You were really confused, and you felt a hunch that you should probably leave before Filly started a ruckus in this party.

"EVERYONE!" Filly shouted, turning some people's heads.

"THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE IS THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE." He pointed at you and tried covering your face to ease the embarrassment a bit, but your efforts were in vain when he took hold of your hands and held it in his. "ISN'T SHE BEAUTIFUL?"

"I LOVE HER BUT SHE DIDN'T KISS ME BACK. DON'T YOU LOT THINK MAN GOT TO HAVE HIS GIRL SHOW LOVE BACK??" Some laughed, others nodded, but right now, all you wanted was to go home and get away from this crowd.

His friends laughed at the sight of drunk Filly. It's a good thing he didn't take any more drinks, or this man would have been dancing like crazy. Basing off what happened last time, he took too many drinks at one party.

Chuckling nervously, you didn't want to cause anymore of a scene, so you manoeuvred your way through the crowd while grabbing a water bottle with one hand and the other still holding Filly's hand.

Despite his shouting and asking people what they think about his girl, he managed to be made outside safely. On the steps of the house, you sat him down and handed him the bottle of water.

He took it and drank half of it and gave it back to you. You ran a hand down his back as he felt the effects of alcohol hit him, causing him to hold his head in his hands. You knew he probably had a headache right now.

Pulling out your phone and you texted Chunkz.

"Thanks for having us, Chunkz. Hope you enjoy the rest of the party, but I think we gotta go, Filly's drunk, and I gotta take care of him."

"No problem, Y/N, take care of that drunk idiot."

You laughed a bit at that text. But you turned all your attention to Filly now, helping him off of the steps and putting his arm around your shoulder to carry some of the weight. You helped him walk back to the car.

"y/nnnn," he whined, dragging out his words. He stopped in the middle of his tracks suddenly, right before he entered the car. "Do you still love me? Why didn't you want to kiss me?"

You sighed, softly looking into his eyes, "Filly, of course I still love you, it's just that you're drunk and you don't remember much after. Plus, I know you prefer things out of the eyes of people." You winked and then kissed his cheek, to which his whole face lit up.

Finally getting him into the car, you helped put his seat belt on, and you drove your way back home.

Out of nowhere, Filly starts shout-singing to the music playing on car stereo. You laugh and sing along with him throughout the drive home.

.

.

And at 5 in the morning, Filly could be found puking up all of last nights party.

But as the amazing girlfriend you are, you're there beside him, helping him through his hangover.

Afterwards, you both end up sitting on the bathroom floor, scrolling on your phone and showing him all the videos and photos the beta squad boys sent you about last night. Including Filly's outburst.

The man in front of you just laughs, but then takes a hold of your hands in his.

"You know, I meant everything I said last night. You are the love of my life, The things you're doing to me to make me feel this way are actually insane."

You smiled and went over to hug him, "You're the love of my life too."

"So you meant everything you said last night, excluding what you said about your girl having to kiss you back?"

"No, I meant that too." He laughed and leaned in to kiss you regardless of your reaction, but he was glad that you accepted it this time and returned the kiss.

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[impulsivefanwriter]

Lava Fall (Remastered)

A ninjago fic snippet based on SPBNR by @kittydemon9000 rewritten in honour of the 2-year anniversary of the discord server! This one is to all the wonderful memories and friends made in that amazing group. Here's to many more years of great times and creative ideas!

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Being kidnapped isn’t an everyday occurrence, but in Shogun’s line of occupation, it may as well be with how often it seems to happen.

Heck, his little brother has the worst luck out of all of them— though his sister seems to come a close second.

So it’s to no real surprise (at least, to him) that Shogun currently finds himself in a rather… precarious position. 

As in a “tied to a chain, dangling over lava just like Nya back in the Fire Temple” kind of precarious position.

Yeah. Just an average Friday evening.

Below him stands the gloating four-armed warlord himself, a positively pompously smug grin stretched across his features. Two hands rest on his hips, and two stay crossed before him.

“I asked you to join me, yet you refuse. You’re as stubborn as my buttface of a brother.”

Despite the childish insults, Shogun knows better than to underestimate this world’s Garmadon. Instead, he levels the villain with a burning glare. “Let me go, or face the consequences.”

Garmadon smiles— a cruel, wretched thing, honestly— and places two hands on a lever. “Let you go? That can be arranged.”

Lava gurgles under him, seeming to draw closer lava surrounding Lloyd’s cage, lapping at the metal floor and splashing against the bars. The Fangblade plummets as Kai lunges forward, not for the weapon, but for his little brother, too late, he’s too late, too unworthy, too much of a failure—

Shogun’s face is the definition of a furious snarl, but before he can spit out a barrage of insults so stinging it would melt Garmadon’s helmet, one of the doors to the cavern bursts open with an explosion. Shapes burst through the  smoke, and Ninja Force come raining in.

“Smith!” Lloyd not his Lloyd but still neither should be near a volcano not after— shouts, green hood pulled over his face and missile launcher— WHO GAVE THIS KID A MISSILE LAUNCHER— propped over his shoulder. “Hold on!”

Garmadon’s army pours into the room, narwhal spears and pufferfish flails at the ready. Cyan leaps forward with her trident raised above her head. She brings it down in an arc with a furious war cry, melted tip scrapping against a lobster-themed shield with an unpleasant screech. Behind her, Black follows with a swing of his hammer, slamming the shield away and sending it spinning into the lava pit below. The metal hisses as it dissolves into a glob of orange spittle and vanishes. 

Red charges in after his sister, twin katanas reflecting the glow of the lava so bright they almost appear alight with flames. He disarms one unprepared General with a move that makes Shogun proud— looks like he was paying attention in weapon training after all— and spins to hit a second, sparks flying as metal contacts metal. Shogun squints. For a split second, he thought he saw the base embers of Spinjitzu, but if there were any, they quickly fade into the chaos of the fight.

A flash catches his attention, and Shogun turns his head in time to catch a whiff of ozone and charred fish. A General runs wailing from the room, smoke trailing after them like a scarf. A (fearfully) screaming Blue snaps his wrist again, and his flail strikes out like lightning. Next to him, White makes perfect precision strikes with his bow, quips of “Nice Shot!” and “Good Aim!” in an impression of that announcer in that sports video game Smith played with the others falling from his lips. 

“We’re coming!” Green yells, scrambling down the path his team clears toward his father. Whenever a General crosses his line of sight, the missile launcher clicks in warning. The more foolish Generals find themselves knocked aside in explosions that rattle the volcano, sending Smith spinning on his chain like an angry disco ball.

His vision blurs for a minute from the motion, and he tries not to hurl into the lava below. Instead, he focuses on the sounds of metal clashing, the shouts of combat, and the pounding slam of explosions and hammers-that-really-shouldn’t-be-rattling-the-volcano-this-much.

A feeling surfaces in his gut, clawing steadily upwards and wrapping icy fingers around his heart. It’s a feeling that ties lead to his feet, that grips his hair and yanks his head back, that throws him forward onto his knees like a spiked heel to his back.

It’s a feeling of helplessness.

Stupid, consuming helplessness.

He hates it.

His friends, his family, are fighting below, and he can’t do anything. 

When Shogun stops spinning, the feeling only worsens, climbing up the inside of his throat with a thick glob of sticky horror.

Cyan’s disarmed, her trident slowly sinking as it melts away in the lava. Her fists, blood staining her knuckles, collide with any General near her. 

CRACK, a General’s jellyfish helmet shattering into glass shards. 

CRACK, the jaw of a crab General breaking. 

CRACK, Cyan’s hand against metal-plated armour. 

She drops back with a wounded howl that’s his SISTER who just got hurt, and he can’t help her. Her brothers are there in an instance, one slamming the General with the butt-end of a katana and the other lighting them up like a firework with a missile. The General flies out of the room as if fired by their boss. 

A screech drags Shogun’s horrified gaze away from the three siblings and to a squirming Blue held by the back of the gi like a kitten. The orca-themed General sneers, spinning the lightning ninja around. Before they can toss him into a wall, a bright flash fills the chamber. Some kind of force smashes the General into the wall instead. Blue goes sailing out of their grip—

And over the railing of the pathway.

Shogun’s heart stops.

Before the half-formed wail of his brother’s name can burst from his mouth, however, a streak dives under the railing and over the cliff edge. Black snatches Blue’s wrist and digs his other hand into the craggy rock wall, praying for a handhold. 

... ... ...

Through some miracle, he finds one. He clings there, holding Blue against the wall as the pair dangles over lava. 

A General reaches over the railing with a spear aimed at Black’s hand below them, but an arrow knocks the spear from their hand. White bodyslams them out of the way and helps Black and Blue up in a lull of combat.

More Generals pour into the cavern as alarms wail, nearly spilling others into the lava pit below. The Ninjaforce tense, adjusting grips on whatever weapons they have remaining.

But before the fight can break out anew, Garmadon gives a pointed cough that seems to echo louder along the rock walls.

Shogun jerks as he’s lowered on the chain a smidge.

Silence falls.

“So—” Garmadon stretches the word out, savouring the attention as his fingers tap the lever with casual slowness. “You surrender, or he drops.”

Six faces pale beneath hooded masks.

Green swallows. “You wouldn’t. You spent all this energy to catch him. You won’t drop him.”

There’s an edge of pleading to his voice, a desperate hope that some tiny part of Garmadon wouldn’t do it. That his father isn’t that despicable. That Green by association isn’t that despicable.

Garmadon rolls his eyes. “Ugh, you goody-two-shoes are all the same. You sound like my whiny butt-faced brother. “Don’t do this, Garmadon!” “You’re better than this, Garmadon!” I am better. I’m stronger. I’m gonna rule Ninjago City! I thought I could use Shogun on my side to do it, but if he’s just gonna stand in my way—“

The chain drops another few centimetres. 

“—then I’m more than ready to drop him.”

Shogun has enough.

Smith has enough.

Kai has enough.

Burning fury, hotter than a thousand suns, roars through his gut. It melts the  frozen helplessness clamped around his heart, burns away the sticky glob of horror in his throat, and spits out of his mouth in a jet of orange flames. “Do it, coward.”

A thicker silence follows the last syllable. The Ninja Force and generals alike look on with horror, the former with fear for their friend, the latter recognizing a phrase that would immediately get any of them fired if they dared utter it.

Even Garmadon blinks, stunned. 

Then his cruel smirk returns. “So be it. If you’re not for me, you’re against me. Our dance was fun, Shogun. Too bad you won’t be sticking around for an encore.”

He yanks the lever back with two hands.

Someone screams.

The tether keeping Shogun chained goes slack as he plummets, the string holding him helpless severed in a single move. As he falls, lava fast approaching, his expression betrays no fear.

He keeps his burning gaze drilled into Garmadon’s the whole way down.

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Lloyd doesn’t know what to do.

Smith had casually dropped into their lives one seemingly uneventful day, and he’d stuck to them ever since. He’d been the best addition to their friend group they could’ve ever hoped for.

And now he’s been dropped, literally, back out of their lives.

“SMITH!”

The scream comes from six people at once, six ninjas scrambling to the railing and stare at the lava’s centre where the melting chain vanishes below the bubbling orange surface. 

Logically, Smith’s buoyancy should mean he’d float. Yet the chain plating drags him down below the spitting lava in a heartbeat, gone from view.

A mercy on their eyes, to avoid seeing the flesh melt from his bones.

Kai drops to his knees, katanas clattering to the ground. “He… he can’t be gone.” His voice is hollow, a snuffed candle. It reminds Lloyd of how lost Shogun sounded earlier. “He can’t be.”

“…Sensors indicate 0% chance of survival…” Comes Zane’s voice, grief-struck cold and crackling with static. “I— I wish it was /j instead of /srs.”

An expression steeped in horror and guilt washes across Nya’s face. “The last thing I ever said to him—“

Cole stands silent, his watering eyes speaking volumes to the turmoil rumbling inside. Jay crashes into his side, shaking as he hiccups and gasps for air.

And Lloyd… Lloyd can’t think. Can’t see. Can’t feel.

Smith is gone.

And it’s his father’s fault.

Lloyd growls, slowly turning to face Garmadon with eyes blazing green. He flexes his hands unconsciously, nails sharpening into claws as green and gold scales march over his skin. 

He throws himself forward with a wild roar, claws aiming for Garmadon’s throat. The move catches even the warlord off-guard, his Generals too surprised to react.

But before Lloyd can attack his father, before he can hurtle the anguished insult burning on his tongue, the lava pit behind him explodes.

Everyone, ninja and Generals alike, scramble back as the geyser of lava swallows the remains of the dangling metal chain whole. The spray spits and sizzles as it hits the surrounding rock. A wave of heat radiates out. 

No one, not even Kai himself, notices that a couple drops land on his skin without burning him.

The air punches from Lloyd’s lungs.

Striding out of the lava, completely fine as if he’d merely taken a plunge in the pond in the park, is Smith.

What. The. Duck.

Lava dripping from his fingers, Smith climbs up the rocky cliffs and pulls himself over the railing. He shakes himself off, flicking a glob of drying lava from his shoulder with utmost casualness. Droplets of lava hit the grated floor.

There isn’t a scratch on him. No burns, no cuts, not even his clothes look singed. The only change, honestly, is that his stormy expression somehow manages to look even more murderous. 

He raised his hand toward Garmadon.

His fist erupts into flames.

WHAT. THE. DUCK.

“So—“ Smith draws out the word as if it’s an inside joke between him and the warlord. “You asked me to join you. I refused. I asked you to let me go. I’d count that as refusing.”

The flame grows brighter, flaring higher. His eyes glow like a hearth.

“So I say it’s time for that encore.”

[0mysticmidnight0]

hey so can I get a scenario possibly with rise donnie. Him and his s/o were watching the mask of zorro and the dance scene comes up and s/o is like “wish that was me”. Donnie tends to absorb other people’s words. So how does he go about planning a dancing date? How would the day go? Or would he just get the music out and whisk them to dance right that instant?

Great idea! Hope you enjoy! For anyone reading, if you're interested in requesting, please do so! As or the scenario, even if you haven't watched "Mask of Zorro" I can assure you'll enjoy this scenario regardless! (i hope-)

~Dance the Night Away~

You are currently with Donnie in the TV room for your once a week movie night! This week, it was your turn to pick the movie so you decided to pick "Mask of Zorro". You put it on and sit next to Donnie as the film starts. While watching the film, it was getting a bit late and you dance scene starts playing. You stared in awe as their bodies moved effortlessly and elegantly. Donnie was doing something on his phone, not paying much attention but listening to the music, moving his head occasionally to the song. You yawned and continued watching them dance with one another.. "Wish that was me". You smiled, not thinking anything of it while continuing the film. You didn't think Donnie heard you. Heck,You weren't even sure you said it out loud! Though, you caught him just staring at you.. "What?" you look at him. "I may just have a fix to all your problems!" he says as he proudly stands up. You sigh as you continue watching the film while Donnie rushed to his lab. Once the movie ended, You looked around for Donnie, a bit upset he didn't finish the movie with you. You entered his lab, it was playing your favorite song and there was a disco ball from Donnie's Tech bo hanging above you and there was also a dance floor. Flashing lights across the room. You looked around as his lab was all decked out with decor. You were surprised to find Donnie as he put his arm out for you to take. "So, this was your fix to all of my problems?" You chuckled. "Well, not all of your problems. but, i have been waiting for is for a while. I had to install the dance floor and fix the disco ball since LEO BROKE IT!..." He grumbles at the thought. "But of course, i managed to fix it before your movie ended!" He says this proudly. "Though that's not important right now.."

"So, May i have this dance, My love?"

I apologize that this scenario was a bit short, but let me know if you liked it! You can always request again! I hope you enjoyed! From: MysticMidnight

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: I need you tonight

Amado x ofc ( Tiana)

@narcosfandomdiscord day 3 of narcos October. I did both prompts for the day. Find one here, this is the second one! The song I got was: INXS “I need you tonight”

Words: 1,159

Summary: On the last night of a business trip to Mexico, Tiana and her best friend Antonia head to a nightclub and she meets a handsome stranger in black.

warnings: pretty light, club setting, alluded sex later but no sex scenes.

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Tiana moved through the packed dance floor. The bass pulsing through her body and up to her chest like a drum beat.

After a few more ‘excuse me’s’, she finally spotted her friend.

“That line was crazy!” She shouted over the music, then lowering her voice for the second part, “I just used the men’s.”

Antonia smiled as she danced, “I did the same thing before!”

The friends shared a laugh about it, then cheered as the next song began.

Losing themselves in the music, all other thoughts fell away. Just like all the others, they become one with the dance floor. Colorful lights filter across the smiling faces, the silver disco balls above reflecting silver light in all directions.

The DJ smoothly transitioned from the current song to the next. As the opening notes played, they sent a shot of adrenaline through Tiana.

She threw her hands in the air, “this is my song!”

In this moment, it was easy to forget she was going to spend the night in, to rest up and head to the airport rested and refreshed. But the temptation to have one more adventure was too great.

Tomorrow afternoon, as they boarded the plane back home, she’d regret this. But right now, it felt like a great idea.

As the two friends danced, they sang along with the lyrics,

So slide over here and give me a moment

Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know

I've got to let you know

You're one of my kind

Antonia stopped singing first, she grabbed Tiana's hand and spoke close to her ear,

“You have an admirer, he’s your type too.”

“Oh,” Tiana smirked, then glanced over her shoulder. Even with the crowded dance floor, it didn’t take long for her to find him.

When they locked eyes, he smiled, then raised his drink to her.

Tall. Dark hair and features. Nicely built, from what she could tell so far, and dressed in all black. He stood out against all the colors and fashions of the time, and he wore his hair longish, she liked that too….

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[bramblemantle]

question meme thing, tagged by @nosongunsung11 ( o/ !!)

tagging: uhhhhhh let’s say @lupathemoth and @a-little-monotonous ! as well as anyone else who’d like to use this format

share your wallpaper: it used to be ace attorney for a really long time, now it’s blaseball. i don’t tend to change visuals often

lock screen is this artwork of Parker by @ HORSEIZONTAL on twitter

home screen is this Jaylen artwork by @ 0re

my laptop lock screen is that title screen artwork of Revachol from Disco Elysium, home screen is this, don’t know what the original source is but it’s on a lot of wallpaper sites. miiiight be wallpaperstock dot net ?

last song you listened to?: i’m listening to music all of the time but as i’m writing this i’m listening to Hail To Whatever You Found In The Sunlight That Surrounds You by Rilo Kiley. in general i’ve been listening to a lot of the Garages and Paramore. so i’m also linking Ignorance bc i keep getting it stuck in my head

currently reading?: i’m rereading the Animorphs series for the first time in years! this is actually the first time i’ve read the series in its entirety, as my personal collection grows sparse after book 30 so there’s some i’ve never read. i’m currently on book 36 out of 54! (plus the extras in there whenever they fit chronologically)

last movie you watched?: uhh i don’t watch a lot of movies. technically Sing i think? i was playing totk and sitting with my 7 y/o brother. he wanted to watch Sing but he got distracted before the end of the movie and turned it off. if we’re talking about movies i watched for me then there’s a good chance it was the new Puss in Boots movie or Into the Spider-Verse but it’s been like a couple months

craving: toasted bagel. butter on it. the good stuff. the creamy kind of butter. tim hortons does it right. also i could go for some dark chocolate

what are you wearing right now?: uhhhh some kinda kapris (?) with grey flower and triangle patterns, and a muscle shirt (?) i was just gifted with pride flags on it. it’s hot as balls. if it weren’t hot as balls i’d have on one of my fave tees, and my Houston Spies bomber jacket or one of my beloved long coats

how tall are you?: 5’2” and a half, which i only found out last year when i finally asked at a visit with doctors

piercings?: nah i’m too much of a baby abt the pain and don’t want to deal with maintenance, but they look cool as hell on anyone

tattoos?: same as above but i’m more likely to be tempted into getting something small someday

glasses? contacts?: i’ve been wearing glasses since elementary school, they’re an all day necessity for me. i gotta get new ones, i’ve had these lenses for years and the frames for even longer whoops. the prescription definitely doesn’t line up anymore

last drink?: iced capp from tim hortons hehe. i don’t consume a lot of caffeine but that shit slaps and cold drinks are a must in this weather

last show?: i also don’t watch a lot of tv! uhhhhh i’m drawing a blank. there’s a chance it was Centaurworld but that was a WHILE ago (and i’ve been thinking of rewatching it soon)

favourite colour?: purples and teals. also browns when there’s a saturated accent colour with it

current obsession?: split between Blaseball (the brainrots been going strong since october) and several different groups of ocs. and also Animorphs i missed Animorphs so much i love Animorphs. fundamental to my childhood. i’m getting back to my roots

unrelated obsession?: not quite sure what this is asking! but Tears of the Kingdom is Up There as well, i’m trying not to rush through the game but i’m finding it very hard to put down ^-^’

or actually if that question is asking about obsessions not tied to any fandom. it’s prehistoric animals and/or bats :]

any pets?: there’s a lot of animals i know and interact with throughout the week. i live with a dog (old chihuahua named Prince) and 3 cats (Charming, Bella, and Mr. Kitty). of those, Mr. Kitty is My Cat part time. he loves my granny a lot too, he’s always either in my room or hers, snuggled up near one of us. he’s one of my best friends he’s so important to me :] my silly little guy

do you have a crush on anyone?: i still am not sure what that’s supposed to feel like and if i have ever felt it before but no i don’t right now. just love and admiration for my pals 🫶

favourite fictional characters: there’s so many my guy. i have a tag for blorbos that live in my brain. the ones on my mind a lot recently are a bunch of Blaseball players, the kids from Animorphs (in particular Rachel, Tobias, and Cassie. the latter two were always tied for favourite when i was a kid but i’ve also found a new appreciation for Rachel as well. man. these kids), the iterators from Rain World, the satellites from 17776/20020, Emmet & Ingo from Pokemon, the list can go on and on and on

last place you travelled?: uhhhh i don’t get out much! i haven’t left the valley i live in for years. i don’t know how far away ‘travel’ has to be to count as travel, the last trip i’ve been on might have been a family vacation into the states? in any case i didn’t go anywhere noteworthy in the past year or more

[aemiron-main]

Someone take me out back and shoot me rn. Why the fuck does el’s plaid have a way more even/gridlike pattern compared to Will’s and why is she also wearing stripes???? But not only wearing stripes, wearing stripes that are both horizontal and vertical much like plaid but are prevented from overlapping/intersecting??? And STRIPES on Will’s belt?? And the striped yellow and blue horizontal lighting behind them?? With the vertical purple and blue striped streamers right above that??? El’s dress is a lot like the lights and the streamers, horizontal vs vertical stripes that don’t intersect. AND THE CEILING OF RINK O MANIA IS LITERALLY A FUCKING WHITE GRID WHAT THE FUCKKK

and there is Something Here about el’s s1 flannel being so similar to Will’s s4 rink o mania flannel except el’S s1 flannel has more blue and Will’s has more white.

AND THEYRE IN FRONT OF GRID IMAGERY (THE WINDOWS) AND STRIPES ON THE WALL??? JUST LIKE HOW EL IS WEARING PLAID AND MIKE IS WEARING STRIPES?? MIKES STRIPES ARE EVEN GREEN LIKE THE WALL STRIPES?? LIKE THE WHITE OF THE WINDOW LEDGES AND THE BLUE OF THE GLASS. IT LITERALLY MAKES THE SAME SORT OF PLAID THAT EL IS WEARING.

IM GOING TO GO INSANE WHAT IS GOING ON WITH PLAID AND STRIPE IMAGERY. And El wearing plaid during one of the s3 milkvan makeout scenes???? If that’s the same scene where mike has a butterfly above his head I’m going to start sobbing and throwing up. especially combined with Karen wearing so much plaid. it’s very 😨 and it’s starting to match up a little too well with my current analysis

YEP!!! SOBBING AND THROWING UP!! EL WEARS PLAID IN THE SCENE WHERE MIKE HAS A BUTTERFLY BEHIND HIS HEAD. I GOTTA FINISH THAT ANALYSIS BECAUSE THIS HAS IMPLICATIONS. And the panels on the walls behind Mike making stripes… green stripes AGAIN….

And the blue, yellow and green and white grid imagery on the windows??? AND THE DISCO BALL LITERALLY BEING A FUCKING GRID??

AND THE FACT THAT THERES THE WHITE GRID CEILING AND THEN THE NAVY BLUE AND YELLOW STRIPED WALL. EXACTLY LIKE MIKE WITH HIS NAVY BLUE RUGBY SHIRT WITH A YELLOW STRIPE SND RHE GRID BEHIND HIM. AND THE “I LOVE CONTACT SPORTS” GUY AND THE FACT THAT MIKES WEARING A RUGBY SHIRT IN THAT SCENE?? WHAT IS HAPPENING. AND THE STREAMERS AT RINK O MANIA BEING THE SAME COLOUR AS THE LIGHTING IN THAT S3 MIKE SCENE???

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In the Mood for a Melody

a/n: Thanks to @grishaversebigbang for setting up this event! It was a good first experience for me with these kinds of events.

Materialki: @alittleartistic (link), @tiaragloryart (link)

Summary: Wylan plays piano in a bar and Jesper drunkenly flirts with him one night, then comes back sober to apologize. The rest, as they say, is history.

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If Jesper had had his way about it, he would have asked out the cute pianist after a few meetings, bought him a drink if he wanted it, and maybe everything would have ended up going decently well.

Of course, that wasn’t what happened.

Nina and Inej had dragged him out to a bar for his birthday, all of them dressed in some amalgamation of clothes pulled from his closet. Jesper himself was wearing a green suit that was covered in sequins that made him look like a walking disco ball and an absolutely horrid fedora with blinking lights that Nina had unceremoniously plopped onto his head while they had walked out the door.

Needless to say, he was completely smashed in no time.

At some point during the night, Jesper had wandered away from where Nina and Inej were sitting to explore the bar a bit. It was more like a pub, really– it served food and was a lot bigger than your standard hole-in-the-wall bar.

What really caught Jesper’s attention, though, was the full-size piano that had been shoved into the corner. It was currently being played by someone he couldn’t see very well, but could hear quite clearly. They were quite good, some Elton John song or another floating above the chatter of the crowd in the bar.

Of course, that was when Jesper’s drunken brain decided that he needed to go say hello to the mystery piano person.

Before he knew it, his feet were moving across the floor toward the piano just as the song ended. He could see the piano player as he got closer, a guy who looked around his age with curly ginger hair who was shuffling through a stack of sheet music.

“Hello,” Jesper slurred, leaning against the piano with some difficulty. “You’re very good at the piano.”

The piano player looked up, slightly startled. “Thank you,” he responded in a bemused tone, taking in the sight of Jesper leaning on his piano. “And you are… very drunk.”

Jesper nodded slowly. “I am. But! It’s my birthday, so I think I’m allowed to be drunk.”

That made the piano player chuckle. Jesper noticed then that his eyes were a beautiful blue. “Happy birthday, then. Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, I’m out with my friends and stuff. It’s great.” Jesper shrugged, grinning. “My night just got a whole lot better though.” He winked at the piano player, who blushed.

“Well, since it’s your birthday, you get one free song request. Unless I don’t know the song, then you’ll have to pick another one.”

Jesper thought long and hard about that, tapping his fingers against his face as he did so. After a while, he pointed at the piano player and simply said, “Queen.”

“Alright,” the piano player laughed. “Which Queen song?”

That was another very hard question for Jesper, who took a long moment to think again before answering, “Don’t Stop Me Now. A classic.”

The piano player nodded, and was about to say something else when his attention shifted to something behind Jesper.

“Jes! There you are!” Inej’s voice called from behind him. Jesper turned just as she reached him and tugged on his sleeve. “We wondered where you had wandered off to.”

Jesper turned and stumbled slightly towards Inej, a result of her pulling on his sleeve. “I was just having a very pleasant conversation with the piano player, ‘Nej.”

“Should have known that you would already be making new friends,” Inej grinned at him. “Come on, your cake arrived, we need to sing Happy Birthday.”

Now distracted by the promise of cake, Jesper let himself be led back to their table without resistance.

He hummed along to the Queen song being played the whole way back.

When he woke up the next morning in Inej’s flat, Jesper was consumed by the pain of his hangover and the fear of what he didn’t remember.

“Inej, please tell me if I said anything horribly embarrassing to that piano player last night,” he said for the umpteenth time that morning since he had remembered some of the hazy details from the night before. “I’m begging you.”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t know,” Inej told him from behind her enormous mug of coffee. “I didn’t hear anything that you said to him before I dragged you away. You still don’t remember?”

Jesper just groaned, burying his face in his hands. “What if I go there again when I’m sober? And I end up liking the guy and ask him out on a date? What if what I said while drunk ruins my chances before I even have them?”

Nina sat up from her position on the couch, looking way too cool for that time of morning with the pair of sunglasses on her face to combat the effects of her hangover. “You know, you could just take the initiative and go apologize,” she noted. “Go buy him a drink for his trouble or something. It wouldn’t hurt to at least try.”

So now Jesper was here, tapping his foot against the side of the barstool he was sitting on and awkwardly fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket because he hadn’t wanted to get any sort of drink before he offered the piano player one. His hangover had mostly gone away, but he still felt somewhat shitty. No matter – he’d just have to do his best to seem normal, something he was used to doing by now.

Dancing In The Moonlight was being played at that very moment, which he thought was a bit ironic – it was the middle of the day, and there certainly weren’t very many people dancing. In fact, the pub was mostly empty, the crowd for the lunch rush not quite there yet.

The piano player was there when Jesper went over once the song had ended, but didn’t look up from his sheet music when approached. “Sorry, I don’t take song requests.”

“Oh, um, I’m not requesting a song.”

The piano player looked up at him then. When he didn’t say anything right away, Jesper took the opportunity to speak up again.

“I, uh, was here last night? And I kind of remember talking to you while really drunk. Honestly, I can’t remember much, but…” Jesper trailed off, noticing how the piano player was peering at him, but kept going. “Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for anything I said or did while drunk. If I bothered or interrupted you, I’m sorry. You might not remember it either, but…yeah.”

Jesper had to keep himself from shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as the piano player stared at him for a long moment, brow furrowed in concentration. “Oh yeah! You were the sparkly one,” he said, the realization dawning on his face. “With the- with the hat.”

Oh good, Jesper thought morosely, he remembers me. “Yeah,” he sighed. “That was me.”

The piano player just waved him off. “It’s alright, really,” he chuckled lightly. “Honestly, I’ve had worse. You were tame compared to some of the women who come in here.”

“I still feel bad, though,” Jesper protested. “I just- can I buy you a drink or something?”

“I’m not allowed to drink on the clock,” the piano player countered with a bemused smile.

“Non-alcoholic, then. Or food, it’s almost lunchtime.”

The piano player stared at him for a moment longer, as if appraising him, then spoke. “I’ll take a drink, then,” he decided, standing up from the bench he had been sitting on. “It’s about time for my break, anyway.”

Slightly surprised, Jesper nodded. “Sounds good. I’m Jesper, by the way.”

“Wylan.”

Wylan ordered a Shirley Temple, which Jesper had never had before but decided to try. It was a fizzy, fruity affair, which was right up his alley.

“So,” Jesper started, poking at a cherry that had sunk to the bottom of his glass, “I suppose you get a lot of people trying to get you to play the song you want?

Wylan chuckled lightly, nodding. “Yeah, all the time. It’s always a big hassle, especially if they’re drunk. I’ve gotten used to it by now.”

“Is there a song that everyone tries to request that you’re just utterly sick of?”

“Piano Man.”

Jesper raised his eyebrows at that. “Billy Joel? But he’s, like, the songwriter for piano.”

“But everyone wants Piano Man,” Wylan pointed out. “I’ll do Vienna, I’ll do New York State of Mind, I’ll even do Uptown Girl, but I refuse to play Piano Man. Taking this job has made me hate that song.”

That made Jesper laugh, trying not to choke on his drink. “I can see how it could. You’re completely justified in hating it, then.”

The rest of their conversation went on like that, falling into an easy rhythm. Jesper learned that Wylan had been playing in that pub for about two years, that he had a degree in Fine Art in addition to being a musician, that he also played the flute – something that Jesper found mildly hilarious.

“Why don’t you play the flute instead?” he joked. “I’m sure that people would get a kick out of that.”

Wylan just rolled his eyes with a smile. “I don’t think flute music would fit in at a pub. Besides, more songs are written for the piano than the flute.”

It seemed to Jesper that almost no time had passed when Wylan checked the time and sighed, “I’ve got to get back to work.” He looked back over at Jesper with a small smile. “It was nice talking to you.”

“You too,” Jesper grinned. “Maybe I’ll see you around?’

Wylan slid off of his barstool and shrugged, smile growing. “Maybe you will.”

He waved as he went back to the piano, and Jesper waved back, something stirring in his chest that he couldn’t quite place.

Jesper went back to the pub as often as he could from then on, if only for a chance to talk to Wylan again. The third time that Wylan came over to talk to him during a break, he asserted that, “I swear, I’m not stalking you.”

Wylan had just laughed. “It’s alright. It’s nice to have a friendly face to talk to, anyway.”

If Jesper came in more frequently after that, neither of them said anything about it.

It quickly became apparent to Jesper that Wylan was very talented in his musical ability. He performed a wide variety of songs that appealed to the range of patrons at the pub, oftentimes not needing to look at his sheet music.

Once, after a particularly enthusiastic rendition of Mamma Mia, a particularly drunk sounding heckler yelled, “Play something good for a change!”

Without looking down at the keys, Wylan stared daggers at the man and started to play Rick Astley instead.

Jesper was still laughing when Wylan came over to where he was sitting at the bar a few minutes later. “I think that’s the only appropriate way to handle a heckler asking for a song.”

“Nothing like a Rickroll to get someone to be quiet,” Wylan agreed, grinning.

They ordered drinks and talked for a bit, then fell into comfortable silence that seemed to come naturally between the two of them. Jesper watched Wylan out of the corner of his eye until his restlessness set in again and he sat up and turned toward him.

“Hey,” Jesper said, poking Wylan in the arm in an effort to stall for time. Despite his spontaneity, he wasn’t very good with saying things on the fly.

Wylan turned his head, a small smile appearing on his face. “What is it?”

Jesper glanced down at his shoes for a moment before proceeding. “I was just wondering if… if you’d like to go out sometime. Like, on a date. Or… something like that.”

Almost fearing the answer, Jesper waited until the silence became unbearable before looking up.

Wylan was staring at him with a surprised look on his face, cheeks a bright pink with his lips parted slightly and eyebrows very nearly disappearing underneath the curls that fell into his face.

Saints, Jesper wanted to kiss him right then.

“I’d—”

They were both startled by a timer suddenly ringing from Wylan’s phone. Wylan quickly turned it off and sighed.

“I’ve got to get back to work,” he said, looking up at Jesper. “But… well, here.” He pulled a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something on his napkin, which he slid across the bar to Jesper. “We can… figure something out that works for both of us. Sound good?”

Jesper glanced down at the napkin to find a phone number and a smiley face written on it. He grinned brightly and looked up at Wylan, who was already looking back expectantly. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s great.”

“Good.” Wylan slipped down from his stool and gave Jesper a bashful smile. “Be seeing you.”

Jesper could only wave as Wylan went back to the piano, looking back down at the number written on the napkin with the biggest grin on his face.

Maybe he hadn’t ruined his chances after all.

They decided on a diner that Jesper knew, a retro themed place that played oldies all the time. It was nice, but not too fancy, a good place for a first date.

Jesper was outside the pub early, which for him was right on time. He was nervous as all hell, but he tried to calm himself down. What was there to worry about? It would just be like all the other times he had hung out with Wylan, except now there was the opportunity for more. Then again, he didn’t know what Wylan expected of it, so that –

“Jes!”

The sight of Wylan running over to him with a bright smile on his face wiped every worried thought from Jesper’s mind.

“Hey,” Jesper grinned as Wylan came to a stop next to him. “Ready to go?”

Wylan nodded, bumping his shoulder against Jesper’s. “Lead the way.”

The walk wasn’t very long, only a few blocks, but even then it felt like the blink of eye to Jesper, and soon they were sitting down in the little diner.

“This place is lovely,” Wylan commented, looking around for a moment before turning his attention back to Jesper. “Do you come here a lot?”

Jesper shrugged, passing one of the menus they had been given to Wylan while taking the other for himself. “Decently frequently,” he answered. “Although I’m surprised that they haven’t kicked me out yet. One time I put enough money in the jukebox for eleven plays of the same song, but I put one different song in the middle to mess with everyone that was also listening.”

That made Wylan laugh, a sound that Jesper desperately wanted to hear again. “Maybe I should do that one night at the pub if I’m feeling particularly annoyed with my boss.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” Jesper was about to say more, but stopped when he saw the way Wylan was frowning down at the menu. “Is everything alright?”

Wylan shook his head slightly, closing the menu. “No, everything’s fine, it’s just…” He stared down at the menu for a moment before looking up again and tapping the menu. “Could you… could you tell me what it says on here?”

Despite the questions he obviously had about it, Jesper just nodded. Whatever it was, Wylan couldn’t read the menu, and if he wanted to tell Jesper the reason why, it would be on his own time. “Of course,” Jesper smiled reassuringly. “Anything you need.”

Wylan smiled back, looking relieved. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

They fell back into conversation again, first discussing the food options before moving on to other topics, only pausing at the arrival of their waitress and their meal. It felt just like any other time they had hung out, except now they had no time limit and Jesper could flirt now (which seemed to always make Wylan blush, much to Jesper’s delight).

During a lull of comfortable silence, Jesper found himself staring at Wylan. He hadn’t allowed himself to do it before, not wanting to seem strange, but now he could drink in every detail without repercussions: the way Wylan’s ruddy gold hair curled about his ears; how his eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks when he blinked; and the many, many more freckles that revealed themselves under closer inspection. Jesper couldn’t get enough of it.

It was a long moment before Wylan looked up and realized that Jesper had been staring.

“What?” he asked, an incredulous smile on his face. “What is it?”

Jesper shook his head a little, smiling back. “Just looking at you.”

A blush arose on Wylan’s cheeks as he smiled wider, looking down bashfully at his fries.

Saints, Jesper thought, smiling himself, I’m really head over heels for him, aren’t I?

It was dark out when they finally finished their meal, and Jesper turned to Wylan, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket as he struggled with the feeling of nervousness creeping up on him again.

“Can I… walk you home?”

The smile Wylan gave him was soft and warm, like the feeling of being wrapped in a blanket. “Of course,” he said, reaching over to carefully take Jesper’s hand. “I’d like that very much.”

Jesper beamed back at him, squeezing Wylan’s hand in response. “Lead the way, then.”

They walked to Wylan’s place like that, hand in hand as they fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. Wylan was one of those rare people who picked up enough random knowledge on various topics to keep up with Jesper’s fast-track way of thinking, taking his abrupt changes of subject in stride.

Wylan lived in an older apartment building, all brick and stone and iron fire escapes. Jesper reckoned that it must have been quite nice back in its heyday, but now it was drab and covered in ivy. It was in a part of town that was cheap enough for the college postgrad students, but not spacious enough for the families with young children. In short, it seemed like a nice, peaceful place to live.

“Well, this is me,” Wylan said finally, squeezing Jesper’s hand as he stepped up onto the staircase leading up to the door. He was standing on the second step up, making him eye level if not taller than Jesper, and smiling down at him. “I had fun. We should do this again.”

Jesper nodded. “Me too. I can call you. Or, well, you can call me if that works better for you. And if you don’t have time to call, I’ll be there the next time you’re playing, so we’ll see each other eventually even if neither of us can call—”

His rambling stopped in its tracks as Wylan leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. “Goodnight, Jesper,” Wylan smiled softly, giving his hand one last squeeze before letting go. “I’ll be seeing you.”

Jesper stood there in stunned silence for a moment before remembering how to speak again. “Goodnight,” he called after Wylan, who was ascending the steps up to the front door of the apartment building.

Wylan looked back at him over his shoulder as he opened the door, giving him one last smile and wave before disappearing into the foyer.

Jesper felt like he was going to melt into a puddle of cartoon hearts right then and there, and felt that way the rest of his walk home.

The details of their second date were hashed out over a shared plate of fish and chips in between Wylan’s shifts, the rest of the pub bustling around them with the lunch rush.

“I vote that you get to choose the place this time,” Jesper said, halfway through chewing a fry. “After all, I was the one who suggested the diner because I knew it well.”

Wylan shifted in his seat, poking at a piece of fish as he thought. “Well… there’s this art museum I’ve always wanted to visit,” he suggested. “I know not all people like art, or museums for that matter, but it might be fun to go.”

Jesper grinned, already excited. “I’d love that. Let’s go.”

They went to the museum on a weekend with balmy weather and lots of sun, light shining through the windows as they walked through the exhibits together, arm in arm. Jesper enjoyed listening to Wylan talk about the different paintings, rambling on about art movements and painting styles and a thousand other things. Whenever he paused, Jesper would ask questions and encourage Wylan to keep going, wanting to learn more about another thing that brought him joy.

Sitting on a bench amidst the rose bushes planted in the sculpture garden, Wylan tugged Jesper down into their first proper kiss, a soft, gentle brush of lips that felt as warm as the sun shining down on them.

“What was that for?” Jesper murmured with a grin once they had broken apart.

Wylan flushed a light pink, smiling bashfully. “For a perfect second date.”

“What, the first one wasn’t perfect for you?”

Wylan just rolled his eyes playfully and nudged Jesper in the ribs with his elbow. “It was,” he clarified, “But that was a first date, and this is our second.” He paused, pursing his lips in slight confusion. “I’m not making sense.”

“You know, if you’re kissing me, you don’t have to make sense,” Jesper grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Wylan and bumping their shoulders together.

That made Wylan laugh and kiss him again, which made all the sense in the world.

“Are you free on Saturday?” Jesper asked one evening at the pub when Wylan joined him during his break.

Looking puzzled, Wylan nodded. “I am. Why?”

Jesper grinned. “I’ll take you out to dinner. Somewhere nice, so we have an excuse to dress up. How does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing,” Wylan beamed, flushing a soft pink. “What time?”

“Does half-past six work for you?”

“Perfect.”

In terms of how fancy dinner dates went, it was a success. Along with the novelty of dining in such a place, they had their own sort of fun: Jesper found great joy in reading the stranger items on the menu out loud to Wylan, and Wylan, chuckling, had to drag the bread basket away from Jesper and hold it hostage until their food came.

When they emerged from the restaurant, a chill in the air sent a shiver down Jesper’s spine. He felt Wylan tuck himself against his side, and when Jesper looked down he found Wylan already smiling up at him.

“It’s still early in the evening,” Wylan noted. “We could go do something else, if you wanted.”

Jesper raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe we can go back to your place and watch a movie?”

The grin the Wylan gave him was almost bright enough to light up the dimly lit street. “And have hot chocolate?” he asked hopefully.

Jesper can’t help but grin back. “Anything you like, sunshine.”

They stumbled back to Wylan’s apartment, not because they were drunk but because they just couldn’t get close enough. Wylan had wrapped his arms around Jesper’s middle, practically leaning on him as Jesper had an arm around Wylan’s shoulders to keep him steady as he tried not to step his toes as they walked.

Wylan eventually untangled himself to unlock the door to his apartment, tugging Jesper inside by the hand and turning on a lamp to cast a warm glow over the living room.

Jesper didn’t look around the room until Wylan let go and headed into the kitchen. The place looked cosy, small but not cramped despite how full it seemed with Wylan’s belongings. Along with the frumpy looking couch, there was a keyboard with a stack of sheet music, painting supplies and sketchbooks piled in a corner with drawings and paintings stuck to the wall above, and a portrait of a woman that he assumed was Wylan’s mother.

“Take a look at what’s in there,” Wylan called from the kitchen. “I like all of them, so pick whatever you want to watch.”

Jesper crouched down to look in a bin of DVDs, pulling it out of the shelf below the television to flip through them. The collection was eclectic and in no particular order. Multiple Disney movies, La La Land, Mozart, a couple of rom-coms including The Holiday, and, in a perfect box set –

“Planet Earth?”

Wylan had reentered the small living room with their mugs of hot chocolate and gave him a bemused smile. “Really?”

“I’ve never seen it, but I heard it’s good.” Jesper flipped through the multiple DVDs in the box set, each for a different ecosystem, then looked up at Wylan. “You get to choose which episode, though.”

Wylan thought for a moment, picking up a blanket and unfolding it as he did so. “I like the Jungles episode,” he finally decided. “I think that one’s my favorite. So that one.”

Grinning, Jesper put the DVD in the player before joining Wylan on the couch. The two of them curled up under the blanket with their respective mugs as the episode started. Wylan tucked himself against Jesper’s side without hesitation, which prompted Jesper to wrap an arm around him and pull him impossibly closer.

The documentary was calming, despite all of the bright colors and cacophonous sounds of the jungles it showcased; maybe it was calming to him because of that. They watched it in comfortable silence, sipping from their mugs of hot chocolate while Jesper fiddled with the fabric of Wylan’s sleeve.

“Hey, look,” Wylan said after a while, pointing at the screen. “It’s you, Jes.”

Jesper turned his attention back to the screen to see a bird-of-paradise with black and bright blue feathers, hopping around for all the world like an overexcited fan.

He chuckled. “Is that what you think of whenever you see me?”

Wylan shrugged. “Pretty much.” He gently nudged Jesper with his elbow, a small grin on his face. “However, unlike that other bird, I do find you attractive.”

Jesper nudged him back, smiling as he felt his cheeks warm. “Flatterer.”

That made Wylan giggle, and he scooted even closer to Jesper, resting his head on his shoulder. Jesper kissed the top of his head before resting his cheek against Wylan’s curls, sighing as he did so.

The rest of the episode was spent in warm silence, with each of them occasionally commenting in nothing more than a murmur, each time they spoke becoming quieter and quieter until Jesper suddenly found himself dozing off.

He woke up a short time later to the film already over. Shifting slightly, he found that Wylan was fast asleep with his head still on his shoulder. Jesper marveled at the way Wylan looked as beautiful in the dim glow of the screen as he did in full sunlight.

Carefully, Jesper carefully turned his head to look around for the remote. He found it on the coffee table next to the couch, but it was too far for him to reach without moving.

He glanced back down at Wylan. Still asleep. Jesper was going to have to move to grab the remote, but he didn’t want to disturb Wylan while he was sleeping. Gently, he wrapped his other arm around Wylan’s middle to keep him propped up and slowly leaned forward to grab the remote.

Jesper was almost to the remote when Wylan made a soft snuffling noise, causing him to freeze where he was. He knew he had to have looked completely daft, stock-still and leaning forward with one hand stretched out towards the remote and the other wrapped around a sleeping Wylan. Nina would have laughed at him.

Wylan shifted, turning his head more and pressing his face against the side of Jesper’s neck, then sighed and relaxed again. Suppressing a shiver at the feeling, Jesper started moving again and was finally able to grab the remote. He leaned back against the couch again without incident and started to try and figure out the remote. Luckily, the power button looked the same as the one on his own remote in his apartment. He pressed it, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Jesper knew that if they slept sitting up like they currently were, both him and Wylan would be sore and achy in the morning, so he shuffled down the couch until he was able to lie down all the way with Wylan nestled against his chest. He pulled the blanket up over both of them, adjusted the throw pillow underneath his head, and wrapped his arms around Wylan before closing his eyes.

He was almost asleep again when he felt Wylan move, arms shifting so that one was resting next to him on Jesper’s chest and the other tucked along Jesper’s side before he relaxed again.

There was still a small, fond smile on Jesper’s face as he drifted off to sleep.

Jesper woke slowly the next morning, vaguely aware of the warm weight settled on top of him. He shifted slightly, not wanting to get up just yet, and one of his hands clenched around the fabric of a nice shirt that wasn’t his. The weight on his chest stirred and something soft tickled his face.

He finally opened his eyes, and smiled to himself at what he saw.

Wylan was still curled up asleep on his chest. From Jesper’s vantage point, he could see the way Wylan’s eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks, one of which was squished against Jesper’s chest. It had been Wylan’s hair that had tickled his face when he moved, given how much closer to him Wylan had shifted during the night.

Slowly, so as not to disturb Wylan in his sleep, Jesper lifted a hand and ran his fingers through Wylan’s soft curls. It calmed him, running his hands through Wylan’s hair, even though he had only gotten a few opportunities to do it before. But now he had all the time in the world – at least until Wylan woke up.

He was gently twisting a curl around his finger when Wylan stirred again. He pressed his head back against Jesper’s hand, humming softly as his eyes fluttered open. His brow furrowed after a moment of staring up at Jesper, eyes darting around the room.

“Did I fall asleep during the movie?” Wylan murmured confusedly.

Jesper grinned, chuckling quietly. “Yeah,” he responded. “I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was over and you were asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I turned off the TV, laid down with you, and went back to sleep.”

Wylan nodded, smiling to himself as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “I usually fall asleep during movies. I probably should have warned you beforehand.”

“I don’t mind. Really.” Jesper shrugged, pushing Wylan’s hair out of his face. “I got to spend time with you.”

Wylan looked at him for a moment, an inscrutable expression on his face, before patting Jesper on the chest and sitting up a bit. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

Wylan had slid to sit down on the other end of the couch when Jesper sat up and stretched his arms over his head, giving him a good view of the blush now creeping across Wylan’s cheeks as he stared.

“What?” Jesper looked down to where Wylan was staring, the bottom of his shirt slipping down again as he lowered his arms. “What is it?”

“You have a… a tattoo,” Wylan stammered, his face steadily getting redder.

“Oh, that?” Jesper grinned, lifting the bottom of his shirt to show the lower half of his stomach and the waistband of his pants. He did indeed have a tattoo; two, to be exact. On the inside of where his hipbones jutted out, he had had two revolvers with intricately patterned handles tattooed onto his skin; their barrels were pointed downward, and they had been set low enough that the tips of them were hidden below the waistband of his pants.

Somehow, Wylan turned an even darker shade of red as his eyes widened, gaze following the tattoos down past the waistband to where the tips would be.

Jesper got the feeling that Wylan had momentarily lost the ability to think, so he gently prompted him, “Coffee?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Right.” Wylan stood and hurriedly shuffled into the kitchen.

Chuckling to himself, Jesper remained on the couch for a moment before following him.

The kitchen in Wylan’s apartment was almost the size of a postage stamp, but was packed to the brim. A toaster and microwave occupied the same corner as the coffee maker. A roll of paper towels was propping up a cereal box next to a nearly empty bowl of fruit. The singular window had a tall table pushed underneath it with two equally tall stools, but the roll of foam on one corner of it signaled that the door of the fridge bumped into the table whenever it was opened.

Wylan was fussing with the coffee maker as Jesper came into the kitchen, two mugs and a carton of sugar already set on the counter next to him. Jesper figured he knew what he was doing, given that it was his kitchen, so he elected to perch on one of the tall stools and look out of the window. He could barely see the harbor, just a thin sliver of blue peppered with miniscule boats. The sun was already shining through the fog, and Jesper could tell that it would burn away the fog by noon.

“Coffee’s done,” Wylan’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. He turned from the window to see Wylan holding a coffee cup, the other one still sitting on the counter. “I don’t know how you take your coffee.”

Jesper grinned and slid down off of his stool. “That’s perfect, darling, thank you.” He kissed Wylan’s cheek as he crossed the kitchen, already reaching for the sugar.

As he was stirring sugar into his coffee, Jesper felt eyes on the back of his head and turned to see Wylan watching him with an unreadable expression on his face. “What is it?”

Wylan looked down, his fingers tapping against the side of his mug. After a long moment, he finally spoke up again. “Well… we’ve been on three dates,” he said, sounding almost hesitant.

“We have,” Jesper agreed, going back over to the table and sitting across from Wylan. “And all three were very lovely and a good time.”

A pink tinge emerged on Wylan’s cheeks as he glanced up at Jesper with a small smile before looking down again. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… where do we go from here?”

Somehow, Jesper had expected that, although not quite this soon. He had expected to run into Wylan at the pub again and possibly have the discussion after they had had a few drinks and were heading home.

But here they were, having it now.

“I mean, we could always go on a fourth date,” Jesper started. “We can go on as many dates as you want.” He reached over to where Wylan’s hand was resting on the table and covered it with his own. “But… I really like you. We can do whatever you want, as long as I can spend time with you.”

Wylan looked up at him, the sunlight coming in through the window catching his eyes and making them sparkle. There was a small smile on his face, as if he was trying to hold it back but failing miserably. Carefully, Wylan turned his hand over to take Jesper’s, still smiling at him.

“Alright,” Wylan said quietly. “Then… maybe we could try dating dating? Like, as a couple.”

Jesper grinned, a warm feeling blooming in his chest. “Boyfriends?”

That made Wylan blush pink and smile wider. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Boyfriends.”

Bringing their clasped hands up, Jesper pressed a kiss to the back of Wylan’s hand, letting it linger for a moment. “Then let’s do that.”

They sat like that for a long while in comfortable silence, the rays of sunlight creeping further across the table as the sun rose in the sky. Quiet and peaceful was never something that Jesper thought he would enjoy, but he had never wanted to stop time in a single moment quite so fiercely as he did now.

“You know,” Wylan said, breaking the silence, “You could come stay over tonight, too. Are you going to come for my set at the pub?”

Jesper smiled again, squeezing Wylan’s hand. He could imagine it already: waiting for Wylan to finish his set for the night, walking home together, then falling asleep together after a long day. The thought made something warm bloom in his chest. This was a step towards evenings together becoming a regular part of his life, and really--

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[mcheang]

Akuma that can show times when someone did something terrible/lied hits Lila and reveals her lies and that she threatened Marinette.

Conscience

Crush you with the weight of sins-Arcana Chronicles

Cally was a competitive girl with a strong sense of fairness, truth and justice.

So you can imagine her outrage at losing a debate contest to Chloé’s paltry speech

The principal was a corrupt coward.

Ms Bustier coddled the bully.

What kind of school is this?

Cally became a prime target for Hawkmoth. He turned her into Conscience. Basically she looks like an angel but with a sword. (I was inspired by Arcana Chronicles)

Whoever she points her sword at will be crushed to the floor by invisible weights. Everything they did wrong will be played out above their flattened bodies. The longer the list of sins, the more your body is being crushed.

The only way to escape is to feel genuine remorse and apologize. Not apologize just so you can get up again and stop the memory recap.

Damocles was down, and his face flushed with humiliation as his crimes of embezzling school funds is revealed. That kind of pales the other incidents where is unfairly biased and uncaring towards his students.

Caline is surprised her pampering Chloé is a sin. She wonders if the akuma’s powers of justice are biased because how can forgiving a bully be a sin?

Conscience: Because when they don’t get punished, they don’t learn from their mistakes, you idiot excuse for a teacher!

Chloé was a selfish brat who does have remarkable agility skills. So she quickly used Lila as a shield.

Conscience was kind of surprised that Lila was weighed down. “My powers excuse the minor sins like white lies or silent jealousy, but what could charitable Lila have done to be suffocating?”

Cue memory recap. Not just of her bullying Marinette and ripping off her classmates, but also working with Hawkmoth to kill Ladybug, sending forged hate letters to a former classmate who then committed suicide, and kicking intuitive growling puppies unconscious so she would look like she was cradling peaceful sleeping puppies to her old classmates.

Conscience: wow...you are seriously messed up....

The currently-being-crushed Lila did not respond. She was too busy gasping for air as her lungs gave out.

Conscience: is it really a crime to kill her? This girl is a menace. Oh well, where’s Chloé Bourgeois?!

Chat: hiding! Obviously.

While everyone was watching the Lila horror show, the heroes arrived and also watched the show.

Conscience growled. “Oh come on! You have no right to be heroes when you let Chloé continue being one! Seriously??? After she sabotaged a train, endangering lives to make herself look good, you still gave her a miraculous when she was going to leave for New York! You practically encouraged her to stay and continue ruining our lives. All you’ve done is boosted her ego. Let’s see how you handle the weight of your own sins!”

By luck, she managed to pin Chat. And while everyone watched him sulk at being rejected, lying about dating Ladybug to Theo, Ladybug cast her lucky charm, a mini disco ball, at Conscience.

Conscience swung her sword and the disco ball got stuck on the point.

The power reflected and Conscience was now pinned by her own sins of humiliating others and pretty much killing Lila.

Breaking the sword, Ladybug cast her cure, resurrecting Lila as well.

Cally woke up. “I’m guessing I was akumatized.”

Ladybug knelt down. “Yes, you were. And I’m sorry for the injustices you’ve had to face. Truly, I am. I myself admit I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, ones that have come back to haunt me. So I hope you believe me when I say I’m sorry if my mistakes have affected your life.”

Cally raised a brow. “Are you just saying that because Alya is currently live-streaming this?”

Ladybug turned and sure enough, Alya was recording. “Not really. But since she’s here. I will clarify something. Chloé was not my first choice to wield the bee miraculous. I gave her a second chance because I saw potential in her to improve herself and redeem herself. But Chloé was never meant to be a permanent bee heroine since Hawkmoth knows her identity. I had only hoped being trusted with the miraculous once would at least help Chloé grow. I’m sorry to see that I was wrong.”

While humiliating Chloé live was not exactly good, Ladybug could not continue to let Chloe’s ego inflate any further.

During this incident, Alya had been live-streaming everything. And it was enough to get the school board involved. Damocles had been sacked and fined. Caline was transferred to a different school and class where the students liked to bully the teacher instead of each other. Let’s see if Caline will stick to her stubborn belief after this.

Lila was sent to jail outside of Paris. In solitary confinement, Lila began to grow mad from her isolation.

As for Chloé, while her mother encouraged her nastiness and her father spoilt her rotten, the threat of exiling the Bourgeois family from Paris if it meant getting rid of the blond brat became apparent when mass strikes were held outside the hotel and bad reviews removed any star ratings. These riots encouraged akumas to fight the police.

At last, the mayor conceded to send his daughter away from this hostile city for her safety. Instead of choosing to leaving for New York, Chloé was now forced to leave Paris.

Chat apologized to Ladybug for his behavior and promised to be better. And Ladybug herself resolved to think more with her head and of possible consequences. After all, she partially gave Chloé a second chance because Adrien influenced her.

[heliosthegriffin]

The Adventures of Shota Jaune

Arthur Arc always knew his son was going to be special, it had been seven daughters straight that the Brothers had given him, he was due for a son. Good things come to those who hold strong and have faith.

His son would be amazing.

It was a given!

He didn’t expect how right he was.

How was he suppose to know his son would come out of the womb glowing like a disco ball!

The nurses were running around, his wife was crying, and Arthur had dick all of an idea what was going on.

Arthur winced has the doctor doctor cradled his broken hand while being escorted out of the room, all Arthur had seen was a flash of light and a cry of pain, before a nurse caught his falling son.

Now Arthur held his glowing baby boy as his wife was being loaded up with Morphine wanting to now what’s wrong with her baby.

Shit’s fucked.

Arthur looked at his baby boy.

“Your name is Jaune Arc,” The baby slept in his arms. “you’re going to be a trouble maker aren’t you? Well, that’s fine, we have plenty of trouble makers in the family. You’re going to fit right in.”

And so the Arcs were once again black-listed from another hospital, and Baby Jaune Arc had already broken a man’s hand.

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Four year’s Later....

Arthur walked groggily to his son’s room, light bleeding from underneath the door.

It was midnight he should be asleep.

His son’s giggling told him otherwise.

He opened the door and called out to him. “Jaune, it’s midnight. Why did you turn your lights on?”

His son turn his head to him looking embarrassed as several floating orbs of light rotated around him.

Arthur felt his jaw drop. When could he do that?!

“Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I’ll go to bed soon.”

Arthur felt the words on in one ear and out the other, had his son found his semblance? 

“Jaune, what are those lights?” Arthur said weakly to his son.

Jaune looked confused for a moment looking around. “I didn’t turn on lights, though,” Then his expression brightened, literally as a orb went pass his face. “Oh that! You said I could have lights on at bedtime, and sometimes I got scared, so my Orra would make me flashy flash, but that just made more shadows. So, I tried to to make my Orra bigger, but it wouldn’t so I tried to make it move over the shadows, and it did!”

Arthur watched in fascination as the globes orbited around his son. His son really was special. This was beyond basic Aura manipulation, this was beyond anything an expert could do. Darkness be damned, even Arthur himself prided himself on his aura control couldn’t doing anything half as intricate as this!

“How did you get it to move like that? Your Aura that is?” Curiosity bled into his voice. It stung his pride a little bit to ask his son tips on Aura manipulation, but his pride as a father and his own want to know how won out.

Jaune looked at his father confused. “I just did?”

Arthur looked at his son patiently. “Could you show me how to then?”

“Um, ok.” His son said reluctantly. 

Arthur watched his son carefully, activating his aura and having it circulated into his eyes to be able to see his son on a auric level.

Arthur flinched back in shock and nearly blind.

His son had so much damn aura! It was like looking at the freaking sun at high noon.

Arthur could barely even see his son’s figure through the light, a barely visible shadow in the midst of a bonfire of pure white light that danced and waved on currents that could not be understood even by a expert like himself. Light filled the room and a revelation hit Arthur. He himself was under his son’s aura, the entire damn house was!

Even outside the room he could see the currents of his son’s brilliant aura circulating around the house and even leaking into the wood and stone! He was reinforcing the house, and it was even being absorbed into his own aura and he hadn’t even noticed.

His son had been subconsciously leaking aura and he hadn’t notice at all! It was so invasive and overwhelmingly aggressive, but deviously subtle that it took a hold on everything it was near.

His son was a walking talking breathing, Aura reactor. No wonder he lit like a disco-ball when he was born, no wonder he fired off the occasional flare of aura, no wonder his all of his sister had awakened their aura, no wonder the fucking cat did too!

His son was enhancing everything around him, Arthur himself hadn’t even questioned why his own reserves had enlarged, his son did it.

It was a open knowledge that reserves just increase with time and practice, but his had nearly doubled over the last four years.

Arthur shut down his Aura Sight, any more and it might give him damage his control.

Arthur no longer needed an explanation as to why his son could create light-balls. It was easy enough explanation to himself, he was just separating dense sections of aura and have them follow the auric currents he created.

Arthur knew what he had to do now, his wife was going to kill him for it, but Jaune not mastering his talents would be the graver sin.

“Jaune do you want to be a huntsmen like your dad?”

Arthur frantically cover his eyes as his son squealed and flash-banged him with happiness.

Even through his aura he could feel a sun-burn, well aura-burn, forming.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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One year later....

Arthur’s eye’s twitched as his wife tried to get his son off the hill he made out of his sisters unconscious bodys.

“Jaune, please come down, they’re your sisters.” Victoria said trying to coax they son down.

“NO!” Jaune said with a stomp, pained groan coming from the sisters. “They’re mean and tried put me in a dress again!”

“They’re doing that because they love you and want to see how cute you’d look!”

Jaune groaned. “You’re in on it too!” He said with another stomp.

“Oww,” Another groan came from the pile.

“No, Jaune I just want to see my little man look pretty!”

“I don’t wanna be pretty I wanna be man’y man!”

“You can be a manly man,” A gleam came to his wife's eyes and Arthur groaned. “After you wear this dress!” Victoria said pulling out a dress and lunging at her son.

Arthur shook his head as his wife and only son tussled. “Jaune I’ll be waiting in the backyard when you want to practice.”

“No, Jaune no! Don’t use the back-breaker aaagggh!”

“NO, Jaune don’t suplex me into your sisters! Aggh!”

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One year later.

Arthur watched his son play in the parks playground, a nice day with a clear blue sky and a cool breeze that would come around with a the pleasant smell of evergreens and the clean lake in the park, Arthur taking a moment to admire the small waves going across the water to lap at the beaches edge.

Ah, it couldn’t get more relaxing than this.

‘Shink-Break.’

He hated when he was right. He had run across the park as fast as possible to stop the blade from hitting his son.

He really shouldn’t have bother though, as Jaune grasped a broken pocket knife blade in his hands.

An absolutely tiny little thing was holding the other end, a horrifically skinny child with brown, pink, and white hair was trembling as Jaune held her in the air.

Arthur nearly gagged in disgust as got within ten feet of the children.

The smell was nose-burning and made his eye’s water in pain.

Still though Arthur look at the child his son was holding in pity. The poor thing could have been much older than his son but probably didn’t come up above three feet, they were dress in what might have been clothes at one point but had been caked in so much filth, dirt, and grime that they might as well been wearing rags.

So skinny, so damn skinny.

Arthur grimaced at the sight, the child was on the verge of starvation. A fire then lit in his belly, if he ever got his hands on whoever left a child like this he would swear on his word to kill them, no excuses, he was a huntsman he had enough sway that he could get away with it.

“Jaune, what happened? Also, put the child down.”

Jaune shrugged. “Can’t if I do she’ll do her shiny thing and disappear again.”

“Her shiny thing? Does she have an Aura Jaune?”

“Yeah, an sembence.”

“Semblance, yeah. So, could you give her to me, so that we could talk about how this happened?”

Jaune shrugged and handed the child to him, who started thrashing violently as they were being handed over, then Jaune stopped and hugged her, even as they were thrashing, her broken knife chipping at his aura.

“Actually, dad, I think I’ll hold onto her.” Arthur sighed with pity, and nodded his head. It was probably better that she didn’t get pasted around it might give them a panic attack.

“That’s fine, so what went on for this to happen?”

Jaune started rocking the child in his lap, even as they stabbed at him, but the fight quickly left them. 

“Well, I was playing, and I got tumbie rumbles, and went to get an ice-cream, then my ice-cream went gone, and I was not happy, then I did a ohra thing, and could see that she was eating my ice-cream.” Jaune took a breath and Arthur absorbed the information.

“So, I ask her why she stole my ice cream and why she’s so smelly, she got mad, well actually she got scared, an tried to punch me, then when she hurt her hand she disappeared, so I tried to find her again, then I picked her up and she tried to stib me.”

Arthur nodded and sighed again. He got on the ground and looked at the child, he gave the friendliest smile he had.

“Hi, I’m Arthur and this is my son, Jaune. What’s your name?”

The child looked away.

Arthur frowned for a second before trying again. “Do you have any parents? Or a guardian? Could you bring them to us, or have them come here?”

‘So that I can beat them to death with my bare hands.’ Arthur thought. 

The child said nothing.

“Are you hungry? We can get you some food? You want to go get some food?”

The child still said nothing, but there was a slight tremble to them now.

“Hey dad, um.” His son said. “There’s a thing, on her, It don’t look so good?” Jaune said pointing at the girls neck.

Arthur leaned in closer and recoiled immediately.

A black leaking smile was gashed across her neck leaking white and yellow pus.

“We’re going to the doctor, immediately!”

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Two months later.

Arthur smiled as his newest daughter was following son around like a duck. It had taken a little while and a couple stab wounds, but Neo had finally given into the Arc charm and let herself be adopted.

She was finally gaining a healthy weight and color to her skin, and her hair was combed and cut properly. Dressed up in nice clean clothes. Oddly enough she was actually older than Jaune by about three years. That had only made Arthur more incensed to find her parents.

Arthur had also been true to his word. More than happy to keep it actually.

Vale may be down one councilwoman, but the world was a better place so it balance out. Shame they couldn’t keep his face out of the press, but he sent his message.

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Six months later

Arthur glared at Saphron as she fidgeted with her girlfriend Terra.

The tweens had lost not only Jaune, but also Neo. In the middle of Vale.

Arthur sighed and ran a hand down his face, then pointed at the ferry where Victoria and his other daughters waited.

“Go wait over there with the rest of them. I’m sure your mother and Gris will have words for you two.”

“But Dad-,” “Mr. Arc please-”

Arthur stared firmly at her and Terra. Two tweens vs a now world-class huntsman would never in a million years be a fair contest.

They bowed their heads with shame and sulked over to his wife and eldest daughter, Gris the only huntress out of his daughters.

Arthur tried not to smile, as his daughter and her girlfriend got torn a new one, but he could only try so hard.

To be honest, however. He wasn’t worried for Jaune that much or Neo if Jaune was there. With the boys Aura and her Semblance they were damn near untouchable even for him.

No, he was more worried about-

‘KAAAA-BOOOOOOM!!’

The colateral damage.

So, Arthur did what he always did to find Jaune, follow the sounds of destruction.

He found Jaune sitting and talking to nothing in the middle of what was probably at one time a nice three story building, along with what might of been a nice, friendly gang of Vacuon thugs judging by their skin tone and tattoos that led back to the Sand Devils Gang.

They weren’t much more than bone splinters, red mist and a little bit of viscera now.

If he wasn’t so proud of his son, he might be terrified.

“So, Jaune mind telling me what happened here and where your sister is?”

Jaune jumped at the sound of his voice, bringing his hands up the way he taught him and probably how he just annihilated those men.

He relaxed when he saw Arthur and smiled. “Oh, hi dad! You can drop the barrier Neo and Em,”

Em?

Arthur had a feeling that they had another one.

“So Dad, we met a new friend, and she wanted to show us her house, but a group of meanies where here and wanted to make us do things, so I made Neo and Em hide, while I took care of it!”

Yep, they got another one.

Neo shattered into existence along with green-haired mocha skinned girl who looked absolutely terrified.

“This is Emerald, she lives here-, Oh no! I wrecked your house, I’m sorry!” Jaune looked at his dad paniced. “Dad! She can stay with us, right?!”

Arthur nodded and sat down to get eye level with the children.

Neo was holding Emerald and soothing her, and Emerald looked like she might run away at any moment.

She looked around nine, less dirty than when they first found Neo, but still under-fed and probably a street kid.

“Ok, you can stay with us.”

Emerald’s eyes went wide with shock, but Neo and Jaune pulled her into a hug.

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Two months later...

Emerald was following Jaune and Neo like a moody cat, she had taken to living in with them better than Neo, even if she still pickpocket them some times and hid in the crawlspace.

Turns out she had still living parents. Arthur had made sure to extract all in the child support she was owed, and made sure they left her in their wills.

Too bad they suffered such tragic accidents afterwards. But, who would miss some Vacuon Dust Baron, or some Atlas Upper-Class Trash. 

Plus who cared if he was wanted by Vacuo or The Ace Ops, he was already blacklist anyway in both kingdoms.

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Two Months Later...

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday Jaune Arc!”

His string bean boy had turned seven years old today.

He was so happy for him.

Arthur looked at his son blow out the candles.

A wind blew over the campfire as storm was on the horizon.

They were celebrating his birthday here in Shion this year.

Arthur had a special present for his son this year, something to celebrate starting to train him in earnest as a huntsman. Even if he was as powerful as some huntsmen in training.

Boy would he be a monster... Well, more of one.

Arthur slid a long rectangular package across the camp table to Jaune.

“What’s this?”

“Open it up.”

Jaune looked at it and then tore open the wrapping.

A stainless steel practice sword and a heater-shield made for his size.

Jaune looked at his father with tears in his eyes. “I love it!” He squeaked out.

Victoria did glare at Arthur along with Gris, but they and the rest of the family squeled athis reaction.

They were just jealous he got the best gifts.

Arthur looked at his son seriously. “You understand what this means, Jaune? You’re going to have to start being a real huntsman now, no more regular school, we’re going to home-school you, and anytime you’re not training you’re going to be learning, understood?”

Jaune looked nervous briefly, but nodded resolutely. “Yeah, I get it. Plus I didn’t like anybody at school anyway, they were always mad at me for some reason or the girls would run away screaming.”

Arthur drifted his gaze to Em and Neo, who looked away innocently. “I guess it’s time for you two to start huntress training too, Jaune could use some partners.”

“Yes!” Emerald said joyfully, as Neo cheered with her.

Victoria stilled glared at Arthur, but he ignored it. “Who wants cake?”

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Later that afternoon...

Clouds were starting to blow in and Arthur was gathering his family into the fortified cabins. It was going to start a down pour soon.

That’s when Arthur heard it, a moan of pain.

Arthur sighed and walked into the woods. His son, his newer daughters, and some boy he’s never seen before, all circled around a black haired Grimm masked woman who was on the ground in pain.

“Alright, what’s up this time?”

Jaune kicked the woman in the gut, elcipting a groan from her.

“She’s mean, kept trying to make us go with her, then made Vern over there fight us,” Arthur looked at the boy name Vern, who was staring awestruck at his son. Vern noticed him and quickly nodded, Arthur then noticed a black eye on the boys face and several other wounds. 

“I beat him though, and Vern got all scared, the Lady then tried to make us walk through a portal, I said no. She got mad. So she tried to beat us up, so Neo and Em gave her the run around while I beat her up. Then she got flashy eyes and tried to blasted us, but Neo and Em gave her the run around and she hit herself, then we all gang up on her.” Arthur looked at his son and daughters in amazement, not even hunters and huntress-in-training and they took on a rogue huntress with a powerful semblance and dust capablities. He was so proud of them!

The his eyes drifted back to Vern.

Arthur had a feeling he knew this song and dance already.

Arthur on down on one knee.

“How do you feel about adoption?”

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One month later...

Raven Branwen, Raven notorious coward Branwan, was the rogue huntress his children caught. Nobody believe him though and now he had the nickname Tribe-Hunter.

Team STQ was quite interested in handling her imprisonment. That was none of Arthur’s business. Ozpin had been quite generous on his bonus though and gave him plenty of vacation time with his family.

Oh, and Vern was actually named Vernal and a girl. He really should have expected that by now. She didn’t take to family very well, but once a pecking order was established she was better behaved, even if she challenged him or Jaune for leadership.

Arthur held his wife closely as they watched their children play in the backyard. Well, Jaune and the new three.

They were practically a little team. Vernal was even calling his son ‘Boss.’

Arthur though couldn’t help feel something inside him watching his children beat the shit out of each other. That this was only the start of craziness.

His wife then gripped his hand. “I want more.”

“I feel like we don’t have a choice anymore.” But the idea didn’t bother Arthur much.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.2 (BAON)

Summary: Jeff has a lot to think about and what better place to do it than at the bar with his best buddy, Stretch?

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Established Relationships,  Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags To Come

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The night wasn’t as young as it used to be, but to be fair, neither was Jeff. After a few hours of sitting on a bar stool, his tailbone would be more than willing to testify on that.

He leaned back against the bar in an effort to take some of his weight off of it, grimacing as he watched the dance floor. Colored lights flashed to the thrumming bass beat over the gyrating dancers and out in the thrashing sea of sweaty human bodies there was a head that was above almost all of them. Stretch towered over most humans and never was it more obvious than right then. The lights reflected off his smooth skull, a living disco ball, and around him other humans were laughing and cheering as they danced.

Edge would be having a conniption right about now and Jeff was a little bemused to find his anxiety having an internal dance competition of its own. Currently it was at ‘chachacha’ levels, watching all those Humans grinding up on Stretch. He didn’t want to think anyone here would hurt Stretch, intentionally or otherwise, but the threat of low HP always loomed. His trust in humanity took a pretty big dip a few months ago outside a Chinese restaurant and he had the scars to prove it.

Jeff took another sip of his drink. His straw crackled against the bottom of the glass as he finished it off, leaving only lonely ice cubes behind and he set it back on the bar as he settled back in for a little spare contemplation.

If he were honest, wasn’t a huge fan of the club scene even before he started dating Antwan. Not that he didn’t like going out but his problems with it were twofold. One, bars sucked to go to alone and back then he didn’t have a lot of real estate in the friend territory and two, it cost money. His disposable cash in those days was a lot like a pink unicorn: nonexistent.

Being friends with Stretch took care of both of those problems but a third loomed up to take their place like an unwanted acquaintance. Put bluntly, Jeff could not dance and until Kevin Bacon showed up to give him a few lessons, he probably wasn’t gonna learn how.

Not that he really minded that much. Guarding their drinks and listening to the music wasn’t a bad way to spend the night.

Besides, Stretch didn’t seem to care if he wasn’t up to evacuating the dance floor. He mostly let Jeff sit at the bar where he tried to look like someone with deep and mysterious thoughts to process instead of the person he actually was, far more likely to accidently spill his drink into his lap than anything else. On either side of him were other people doing the same, a row of wallflowers watching the dance floor with wistful envy.

Mostly Stretch left him to it but sometimes he’d bounce his way back and haul Jeff out for a song, any song, fast, slow, techno-bop, dubstep, didn’t matter to Stretch, he was an equal opportunist when it came to friendly torment and if Jeff felt a lot like Frankenstein’s monster tromping around next to Stretch’s lithe booty shake, eh, that was okay. Sacrificing a little dignity for a friend’s fun times was part of the package.

As far as he knew, Stretch didn’t go out to the clubs often either, but if there was one thing Jeff had learned when it came to Stretch, it was there were no half-measures. If he was in, he was all in, and that included drinking, dancing, and on the weekends, the occasional explosion caused by a thermal reaction. Truly a wide variety of hobbies came into play when hanging out with Stretch and going out to the bars pretty much guaranteed something interesting would happen.

Like the time they met those guys who’d come into town for the last beat poetry night. One of them mentioned liking Stretch’s Intergalactic Beastie Boys t-shirt so Stretch convinced them all to swap shirts and then swapped them around again, until they were all three shirts removed from the one they’d arrived in. Pants were a harder sell and if Stretch were ever hard up for money, he might take up selling ice to penguins because in no time they were all out on the sidewalk, firmly dismissed from Grillby’s over their rampant laughter drowning out the poet’s rambling about the burden of solitude. The Waffle House they ended up at had a less stringent dress code and all of them crammed into a booth to eat greasy breakfast food at two am in their boxer shorts. At least those were all their own and his plain cotton boxer briefs were no match against Stretch’s ‘wanna tickle my pickle’ pair.

He was pretty sure all those guys still followed Stretch on twitter.

He wondered what Edge had thought of Stretch wandering home in an entirely new wardrobe, minus pants. There was no way he didn’t notice, Edge was very intent on fashion, even Stretch’s version of it. Knowing him, he probably made Stretch strip right in the living room and soaked both him and his clothes in Lysol before burning his boxer shorts. The old-new t-shirt Jeff ended up with was hanging in closet even though it was two sizes too big for him. Antwan stole it sometimes for lounging around the house purposes and seeing him in it was always a cheap thrill.

Huh, now that he was thinking about it, he’d gone to the bar more this past year than in his whole life before. Not just with Stretch either, Blue and Papyrus had brought him along for karaoke a few times and that was an experience right there. Their singing was like a vocal interpretation of his dancing and just as painful for witnesses.

He’d even had a drink a couple of times with Red. Well, he’d been a tag along with Antwan but still. Red was still vaguely terrifying, but Jeff had gotten the occasional glimpse under his onion layers. He knew a little of what Edge and Red went through before they came here. His knowledge pretty much barely skimmed the surface, they’d both been soldiers and they might’ve gotten out alive, but not entirely unscathed. Knowing Red’s HP was similar to Stretch’s and he’d still survived? Perspective was a hell of a thing and it paid to look at Red from a slant.

Speaking of perspective, he was definitely liking the music. They were a local band and this place was close to the college, a good spot to hopefully get noticed and work their way up. The bar itself had probably been here for fifty years, the bartop pitted with scratches and scars from college students of yore, the stools definitely up for reupholstering.

It was really no surprise to find out that Stretch knew the current owner. He knew loads of people, wriggled his way into their lives a lot like he’d wriggled into Jeff’s. Only difference was, he didn’t usually let the other person wriggle back and yeah, okay, that metaphor was going in weird places, but the meaning stood. Stretch was good with shortcuts and he knew a lot of people, but he wasn’t necessarily friends with a lot. Jeff was pretty happy to be on the short list.

Knowing people came in handy, too, and bringing Stretch along always came with added perks. Catty only asked him to listen to the bands on the list to get a feel for their sound, but he’d be able to bring her a better report than that since they were going to go meet the band after their set was done. It would give him a chance feel them out, see if they were even interested in participating in the Midnight Monster Jamboree, as Catty had slyly dubbed it. After everything went down in California, they needed some serious good will.

The Monster community had been found not at fault for what happened right away, but Antwan told him court cases would be dragging on for a while yet. When Humans died, other Humans wanted someone to pay, and Monsters were easy scapegoats for unreasonable anger. His team was working their butts off on it, Antwan coming home at night so very tired, mostly falling into Jeff’s arms to sleep and yet still so grimly determined. Jeff couldn’t do much about all that, but he could try his damnedest to get their big public relations event off the ground.

The idea was to have a huge event for Humans and Monsters together and for it to be held in New New Home. Asgore thought that some of the problems with Humans might be a result of them thinking Monsters had something to hide, so what better way to show them who Monsters really were than a chance to see into their supposedly secret lives.

Jeff was on the lowest rung for planning and even from his view, it looked like a nightmare. Security details made up of both Human and Monsters, background checks, food, entertainment. Access was going to be extremely limited and the guest list was daunting; there were going to be some big names in politics and entertainment. That circled back to his job, getting some local bands together for the opening shows. Partly good public relations, but also an earnest desire to help out a few struggling locals with the kind of exposure most groups could only dream about. That was so like Monsters, trying to help others in the midst of helping themselves, but it sure was a lot of damn pegs getting shoved into so many slots.

He didn’t even want to know what Edge’s current schedule looked like.

There was a soft thud behind him and Jeff turned to see the bartender was bringing him another drink. The guy was probably somewhere around his age, unless you were gauging it by his world-weary expression, which probably put him at about right around three hundred.

He must’ve known Stretch, too. When they saw each other, he youthened to a spry two hundred and seventy after a complicated series of fist bumps. As an added bonus, he’d been keeping their drinks topped up and as someone who usually couldn’t even get a bartender to see him much less pour him a drink, Jeff sure did appreciate the VIP service.

He started reaching for his drink, but a sudden tap on his shoulder startled him. He turned around. A guy he didn’t recognize was standing there, not too bad on the eyes and weirdly nervous, enough that Jeff thought he might actually be trying to pick him up before he noticed the guy was holding something out.

“Did you drop this?” the guy said, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. It was a wallet and Jeff automatically checked his back pocket even as his eyes told him it wasn’t his.

He shook his head and the guy nodded, but instead of asking anyone else or handing it to the bartender, he wandered off towards the entrance.

Okay, that was odd. Jeff shrugged mentally, lots of weird people at the bar, maybe he was going to give it to the guy at the door in case whoever lost it noticed when they left.

He forgot about it as Stretch came back from the dance floor, sweat gleaming on his skull and face. That always gave Jeff a little pause, what exact purpose did sweating serve for a skeleton? Maybe he’d ask sometime when he was less busy with work. If Stretch didn’t know the answer to something, the journey to find out tended to be entertaining, and possibly less explosive this time around, although he wouldn’t put the chances at zero.

Stretch grinned at him, still panting, and picked up his own drink, gulping down half of it in one swallow. Jeff couldn’t remember was it was. Stretch tended to order more for the name than the taste, so it was probably something like a slippery nipple or a total screaming orgasm. Whatever it was, a skewer of fruit was floating in it and Stretch fished it out, pulling the cherry off the end with his teeth.

“so what do you think of the band?” Stretch asked, perfectly audible even over the loud music. There was another point of interest; when your voice was produced by magic, it didn’t always obey the rules of sound. “gonna give catty the thumbs up?

“I like it,” Jeff shrugged. He could barely hear his own voice, trusting that magical hearing worked the same way as speaking, “but I’m not the greatest judge of music. That’s why I bring you along.”

Stretch chuckled and propped his elbows on the bar, slouching back. It put him almost at head level with Jeff and the shirt he’d almost certainly borrowed from Edge pulled tight across his ribcage. “think i’m a better simon cowell than you?”

“No, you’re more Paula Abdul, and anyway, two heads are better than one.” Jeff played with the straw in his own drink. “Jokes aside, this is important, I don’t want to mess it up.”

“you’re not gonna mess it up.” Stretch scoffed. He bit a chunk of pineapple in half before polishing off the rest of his drink. “how even? you’re doing double-duty as it is. henry said once they’re finished, we can meet them backstage. i’ll have a chat with them, we’ll see if they’re assholes, and good to go! besides, it’s not like security isn’t gonna give ‘em a good, hard rundown, anyway.”

It was the truth and he knew it, but there was always that niggling little doubt in the back of his mind, that somehow he’d find a way to mess it up, and that would be it. This was so important to the Monster community and his chance to finally payback some of what’d they’d given him. He could do this, Jeff told himself, and he’d do it right.

The band started a new set, something with a low, growling bassline and Jeff turned back to watch, only to freeze as Stretch suddenly spoke again, the single word clear as a bell in church.

“jeff.”

The name caught his attention as much as the tone, Stretch never called him Jeff, it was always Andy or kiddo or whatever nickname was currently floating his proverbial boat. The last time he’d called Jeff by his actual name, he’d been lying in a parking lot in a pool of his own blood. The taste of hot metal was strong on the back of his tongue as he turned back to Stretch, his heart pounding, and some cringing part of him expected to see that friendly face instead as the one that appeared sometimes in his worst dreams, a deathmask with one socket dark and blank, the other strobing orange with grim intensity.

But Stretch only looked like his normal self and when he spoke again, each word was calmly measured and deliberate. "i don't feel right. i think we should go."

Somehow, that was even more alarming, and his worry quickly overshadowed any lingering bad memories that were vying for his attention.

“Sure,” Jeff said, “right now.” He hopped down from the stool. Stretch pushed off from the bar and staggered, leaning hard against Jeff and thank fuck he was light because his height already made it awkward to hold him up. He started to call for the bartender, maybe there was someplace they could sit down in the back while he called Edge, when another guy came up next to them, helping hold Stretch up. Then another on Jeff’s side and he started to protest that he didn’t need help when a voice growled close to his ear.

"Don’t look at me. Keep your mouth shut or I'll kill you."

It was followed by the sensation of something hard butting into his ribs and this could not be happening. This did not happen in the real world, this wasn’t a Jason Bourne movie, there could not be a gun pressed to his side right now. Even his own fear was sitting on the sidelines, pushed out by disbelief as Jeff stumblingly followed the guiding arm around him leading towards the door. The crowd reluctantly parted and next to them, Stretch was shuffling along, his eye lights blown wide and fuzzily diffused. He started sagging, his skull lolling back on his shoulders and around them were murmurs, people starting to notice.

“Hey, what’s going on? Stretch?” From the direction of the bar, and Jeff glanced back wildly to catch the bartender watching with dawning concern. There was no time to say a word, to even mouth a desperate ‘help’ before he was forcibly swung back around and pushed through the door.

The cold night air was like a slap in the face, sobering, and fear was starting to sink its teeth in past his disbelief. The guy next to him was keeping back out of his line of sight and he could only barely see the one on Stretch, dark hair, taller, burly, did he have a gun, too, who were they and why—?

By the entrance, the bouncer looked up in surprise as they walked past. “Hey, Stretch, you guys, okay?”

“Fuck off!” The man holding onto Jeff barked and the gun swung towards the bouncer. There was a beat of incongruous silence broken by the strains of music coming from inside the bar, then a girl screamed, the waiting crowd scattering.

“Fuck! Get them in the car!” A different voice, loud and panicky and he caught another glimpse of dark hair before he was shoved forward again. He stumbled, almost falling to his knees among the cigarette butts that scattered the asphalt, and the memory of another parking lot was strong, the swell of panic gagging him.

He didn’t resist as he was pushed towards a van, the side door sliding open and then he was inside it, collapsing across the backseat.

Weight dropped directly on top of him with a clatter of bones and Jeff grunted, trying to push Stretch off of him enough to sit up. Only to lose his balance again as the van squealed away from the curb, the tangle of his own limbs catching with Stretch’s limp ones.

A new voice barked from the direction of the driver’s seat. “Get their phones, hurry up!”

Rough hands grabbing at them, and Jeff instinctively tried to recoil, but there was nowhere to go. His phone was yanked from his pocket and Stretch didn’t say a word, only breathing with a slurry snore into Jeff’s ear. There was the sound of a power window going down, of tires squealing against asphalt and the inside of the van was too dark to see.

Not that it mattered. Rough hands hauled Jeff upright and the person they belonged to was wearing a ski mask like a fucking heist cliché. Jeff choked back a hysterical laugh, but even panicked amusement took a backseat when ski mask demanded, “Okay, both of you need to strip.”

Jeff only stared in mute horror, barely comprehending as a duffle bag was suddenly thrust at them.

“Change into these,” Ski Mask ordered, “Don’t get any funny ideas.”

There was a pun there, Stretch would have been able to think of one. Would have if he wasn’t lying slumped across the seat. His sockets were still open, but his eye lights were dim and unseeing, the lights were on and no one was home, not quite a pun but it’d have to do.

“Please, don’t hurt him,” Jeff said. He tried not to look at the guy with the gun as he carefully opened the duffle and pulled out the clothes inside, choosing his words with the same care. “He’s…he’s fragile, just a punch and you could kill him. Please.”

“Then don’t make us do anything that’ll get him hurt.”

Good advice from a shitty source.

Jeff scrambled into the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants in the bag, then helped the other…what, kidnapper? Asshole was the strongest contender in his head and that was what Jeff went with. Helped Asshole #2 get Stretch change into his. The guy was brusque but not ungentle, at least, and the second they were finished, the van pulled up next to a dumpster. A fourth asshole sitting in the front seat hopped out, tossing all their clothes plus the bag into it. Four against two, not including guns, not the best odds. Like Jeff would have been much help even if it were mano a mano. He sure as hell wasn’t a fighter past panicked desperation and he wasn’t about to hinge Stretch’s life on that.

“Now, sit back and relax,” said Asshole With A Gun. “You two behave and no one gets hurt, okay?”

Jeff knew a lie when he heard one. He nodded anyway and huddled into the seat, one arm looped around Stretch to offer what feeble protection he could. His skull resting in Jeff’s lap was a familiar weight from movie nights and Netflix marathons. His unconsciousness was not, but he was alive, they both were. It was a place to start.

Jeff kept silent, petting the smooth curve of Stretch’s skull as he watched the streetlights flash by and waited to see what came next.

tbc

[voidstilesplease]

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @msmischief101. Thank you!! 🖤

Rules: post six sentences from a current WIP.

The music is loud in Stiles's ears as he cants his hips and twirls around the pole on his little stage, watching as the light from the disco balls above him glimmer like stardust falling over his head. He sways - sensuous, with purpose - and his lips stretch to a wide grin as he looks down on the patrons watching him with awe from the dance floor of the Chimaera Lair. He gives them the show they always come for, the performance they risk the dark, hunter-filled alleys of the Beacon Hills Entertainment District.

He bends down, batting his eyelashes in response to three, four, five hands reaching to fasten notes on the waistband of his low-slung shorts, playfully flicking the fingers that tour down the skin of his thighs on their way down. Those are only little feels; he can forgive their questing hands for wanting to steal featherlight touches on the skin of an untouchable. After all, these men and women know the danger, and they thrive in its bidding. Coming to the club, they learn early on that they're allowed to enjoy everything inside - the music, the alcohol, enhanced human drugs, the backroom, the dancers - all but one. They can undress Stiles in their thoughts all they want, desire him from afar, but the person who dares push anything further will have to deliver their souls to the supernatural purgatory.

Theo has made certain to inflict the worst punishments on those dumb enough to cross the boundary. He's killed men and women for as little as a peck on Stiles's cheek with not an ounce of remorse. The only regret he has every time is how he can't torment them in Hell too.

Well, yep, that's more than 6 sentences because I basically forgot this WIP existed if I wasn't tagged to do this. I wrote this the day before I started my new job and now it looks like it's gonna be stuck at 289 words forever an indefinite amount of time. So I just pasted everything. Eh.

I guess it was supposed to be something about Theo as a mob boss and Stiles his lethal weapon disguised as a go-go dancer. His club's atracción número uno. And virtually unobtainable. Even by him. Even though Stiles has repeatedly invited him in and told him otherwise. His self-control is seriously maddening if it isn't impressive. Stiles is the one thing he wants that he doesn't just take. And Stiles is pissed as all hell because the farthest thing he needs Theo to be is noble.

Anyway, yeahhhh. I miss writing Steo. But girl's gotta eat.

Tagging: @iwritesinsnotstraightlines, @thominho-incorrectquotes, @cescalr, @messybrain, @theheightofdishonor, @letterstothefutureme, and anyone else who wants to do it! 😁

[inkandpen22]

Somewhere (2/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

Part Summary: The disco is everything Y/N imagined it would be. However, the night isn’t exactly as she imaged. Then, she meets a certain wizard who turns her whole world upside down... 

Masterlist

Reader

I sip on my now warm drink, the only drink Brady has allowed me to order since we got here. Jay does his best to keep me entertained as we sit at one of the high tops by the bar. I considered convincing him to order me another drink, but I know that’s a lost cause. He would never defy Brady. All Jay talks about is work, he and Brady work for Parliament. Nothing gets a girl to like you quite like political talk, especially when she doesn’t understand it all. I’ve mentioned dancing at least four times, Jay doesn’t seem to have any interest in it. This is a disco, it’s made for dancing, not sitting around. Longingly, I watch Lauren and Brady out-stage everyone on the dance floor, including their friends. I find myself envious of them, a feeling I’ve become familiar with after watching from the sidelines for most of my life. 

“Hey, Jay,” I interrupt the boy’s rambling about the current status of the economy. He looks like his circuits just crossed or something. “I’m going to head to the bathroom real quick.” 

“Oh uh,” Jay nervously glances between me and my brother distracted on the dance floor. “I best come with you.” 

Hopping down from my seat, I look at the boy with a raised brow. “You want to come with me… to the ladies’ room?” I question, doing my best to hide my amusement. 

Jay rubs his hand across the back of his neck, comprehending his mistake. “Yeah uh right,” he releases a nervous laugh. “I’ll wait here I guess.” 

I offer him a reassuring smile and depart for the bathroom. Quite frankly, I just needed an excuse to get away from that painful conversation.

 I’ve known Jay since I was in kindergarten. He and Brady met in grade school and have been inseparable ever since. Once they entered high school, their group expanded and once Lauren came into the picture, so did her friends. Soon, all of them were like one big family, constantly together. Brady’s friends have seen me grow up and as a result, treat me like their little sister. There are pros and cons to the situation. On the positive side, I have a close group of friends I depend on. On the other hand, the boys follow Brady’s every word and it’s like having several bodyguards. Sometimes I wish I could break free, even just for a day or two, and experience the world out from under their constant supervision. 

Sirius

The music and chatter of the club are deafening, it’s great! This place is everything I envisioned and more! The bright lights, colorful light-up floor, the spinning, shiny, ball above the floor. It makes all the place in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade look dull. 

As I dance with the blonde girl I found earlier, I glance over James dancing with Evans beside me. “I don’t know about you, but I could use another drink!” I shout over the music. 

He nods, “I could go for one! You want anything, Lils?” He asks his soon-to-be wife. 

She shakes her head and offers, “but I’ll go sit with Marlene and the boys if you two want to head over to the bar.” 

Once the three of us are in agreement, I turn back to the blonde. She smiles at me naively. 

“It’s been great meeting you!” I tell her, patting her on the shoulder. “I’m going to go now!” 

The girl scoffs, apparently rather offended by my departure. She fusses and storms off in the opposite direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I see James struggling to suppress his amusement. Evans swats him on the arm in disapproval. Unfazed, I shrug, she’ll get over it eventually. James grips Lily’s hand, making sure not to lose her in the crowd as I lead the way back to where we left the others. Between bodies, I can see Remus, Peter, and Marlene around the shiny metal table with a pitcher of beer just feet away. I focus on getting there without losing my friends in the chaos. Abruptly, I’m shoved in the side roughly, colliding with someone. I stumble a little, having been knocked off balance. 

“Sirius!” James and Evans both call out my name nervously behind me. 

Swiftly a hand grips my forearm, catching me. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” A female voice continues to apologize profusely. 

After stabilizing my footing, I snap my head in the direction of the boulder that rammed into me. Based on the amount of force that attacked me, I expect to be met with a giant muscular man, instead, my sight lands on a panicked young girl. Her eyes go wide as she stares at me with parted lips, words no longer leaving them. Merlin’s beard, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Reader 

I shuffle through the crowded bar area, moving down the steps leading to the dance floor. Spotting the hallway to the bathrooms across the room, I weave my way through people gathered around to watch the dancing couples on the floor. Music blasts over the speakers as the DJ plays a familiar ABBA song. Ugh, I wish someone would dance with me! I love this song! 

This is not how I expected tonight to go. For one, I’m at a disco, I should be dancing. Two, I’m eighteen now, I should be drinking. Three, I don’t want to spend my birthday listening to Jay go on and on about business. Maybe I should just go home. I’ll tell Brady I don’t feel well or something. Growing exceedingly frustrated, I travel through the crowded space more aggressively, not really caring to be polite as I make a bee-line for the bathroom. 

Suddenly, I’m T-boned by someone coming off the dance floor. I somehow manage to stop myself from falling over and reach out to catch the person who I ran into. A boy with glasses and a redheaded girl jump at the sight of the collision, shouting something. 

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, are you alright?” I blurt out, feeling rather foolish. I suppose this is what I deserve for rushing to the bathroom. 

The guy tosses his head back, his shoulder-length jet black hair flipping away from his face. He turns in my direction and our sights meet. Chills course over my skin as I stare into his dark inkblots eyes. His lips part, visibly awestruck. He is by far the most gorgeous boy in the world. If I didn’t know any better, I would say we’ve met before. There’s something about his eyes, they’re unlike any I’ve ever seen before, yet they’re so familiar. 

“What’s your name?” He mutters softly. If we weren’t standing inches apart, I wouldn’t be able to hear it. 

“Y/N,” I answer with a gentle smile at the sound of his voice. “What’s your’s?” 

“Sirius,” he replies. 

An exquisite name. 

“Like the star?” I guess. 

He smiles, releasing a breathless laugh, “yes! Yes, like the star.” 

I giggle, goodness I could listen to his laugh forever. It’s the most wonderful sound. 

“Have we met before?” He asks the question I was wondering myself. 

I shake my head slowly, “I believe I would remember.” 

“But I swear I know,” he quietly confesses, much to my surprise. 

“And I, you,” I admit, utterly astonished. 

Out of my peripheral vision, the boy with the glasses moves to stand beside us. “Um, Sirius…” 

Sirius and I snap our attention to the gentleman beside us. Startled by our sudden unified motion, he jolts back slightly. 

“Y/N!” I hear Brady’s voice and then feel myself being pulled away from Sirius. Brady steps in front of me, getting into Sirius’s face. “You stay away from my sister!”

“Hey!” Glasses Boy steps between the two and shoves Brady in the chest. 

Instantly, Adam, Henry, and the others charge from around me. Jay scrambles to Brady’s side from where I left him at the bar. Lauren takes my arm, bringing me back to join her with the others a few feet away. 

“No wait!” I plead, moving to step in, but Lauren stops me. 

In another direction, three boys and two girls run over from the table area. They must be here with Sirius. Two of the boys are of average height, except one of them has a lot of scars. The third is shorter and appears hesitant to get involved. The girls, however, carry immense confidence. They stare at my brother and his friends fiercely. 

“Of course you’re here!” Glasses Boy remarks sharply at Brady. 

Jay jumps in, eagerly to confront his best friend’s opposer. “I could say the same thing about you, then again, I never would’ve guessed to see you out so carelessly.” 

Wait, they know each other? 

“Well you would know everything about carelessness, wouldn’t you?” The scar covered one questions, eerily calm. 

“Just get out, all of you!” Brady orders of the group. Then, turns his sights directly at Sirius in front of him. “You’re not welcome here.” 

“Oh please,” Glasses Boy dismisses with a scoff. He glides forward, hovering his face inches from Brady’s boldly. “What are you going to do about it… muggle?” He insults. 

Henry jumps at Glasses Boy from behind Brady, grabbing the stranger by the collar and punching him. 

“James!” The redhead screams. 

Sirius catches his friend as the boy lands into his chest. His round glasses hit the tile and crack on one lens. 

“Are you okay?!” Sirius checks on his friend, holding him up. 

James, as I know his name to be, whips his head around to reveal a bloody jaw.

 Enraged, Sirius storms at Brady, reaching into his pocket. “You’re going to pay for that,” he hisses and reveals his wand. 

Soon, all of them have their wands drawn, pointing at us. 

Sirius

After seeing James bleeding, something snaps in me. I yank my wand out from within my back pocket and point it at the pompous muggle. In the blank of an eye, Y/N is in front of me wide-eyed. I hesitate, lowering my wand. I can’t hurt her, no matter who she is, I can’t do it. 

Reader

I pry Lauren’s hand from my wrist and run to stand between Sirius and my brother. I haven’t seen one in person for years. I stare at the object in Sirius’s hand in disbelief as it points directly at my chest. He blinks rapidly, lowering his wand with a nervous stare.

“You’re one of them?” I glance between the object and him. My voice shakes, “you’re a wizard?”

“I told you Y/N,” Brady remarks behind me, guiding me out of the way. “They’re dependable on their magic. They can’t do anything without it, pathetic.”

Sirius snickers mockingly, “says the man who has an irrational sense of superiority!” He raises his wand so that it hovers in front of Brady’s face. “Tell me, what’s it like be powerless and ordinary?”

“Hey!” A voice booms from a third-party. The disco owner dressed nicely in a suit is approaches with two giant bodyguards behind him.

Sirius and Brady don’t react, glaring at one another sternly. Sirius refuses to lower his wand despite the others swiftly hiding them away.

The owner appears beside Sirius and Brady.“No magic allowed in non-wizard establishments! Get out of my club!” He shouts and directs his henchmen to escort Sirius and the others out.

The bodyguards steps in front of Brady, ushering Sirius and his friends toward the exit. Sirius meets my gaze, his eyes pouring to mine pleadingly. Brady turns to me, gripping my arms to guide me away to the dance floor. I never break my attention away from Sirius and the two of us are lead apart. Despite everything, the fighting, the threats, his status as a wizard, I still find myself caring for him well-being. I’m drawn to him. I have to know him.

Sirius

The cold night air rushes over my body as soon as I cross the threshold to the sidewalk. I wait along with Remus and Peter for the others to file out. The Longbottoms calmly exit, Frank keeps Alice close to him cautiously. Soon, James storms out with Lily and Marlene just steps behind.

“Well that was fun,” he remarks sarcastically. “Thanks for you that Sirius!”

“How is it my fault?! How was I supposed to know those arrogant swines would be here?” I defend loudly to my best friend as he continues bleeding.

He puts his now damaged glasses back on with a huff. “I told you this was a bad idea! I don’t understand your interest in muggles! They’re useless and self-righteous!”

“Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black! You’re the poster child for self-righteousness,” I insult, earning a look of surprise from James.

His features shift from surprise to anger and he moves to jump at me. Abruptly, Remus appears beside us, pressing against our chests. “That’s enough!” He growls, glancing between James and I.

I stare my best friend in the eye and it’s like I’m looking at a stranger. I don’t understand him at all. “Forget this,” I grumble. “I’m out of here.” Turning, I head down the sidewalk alone.

“Sirius!” Remus and the others call for me, all except James. “Wait!”

I ignore their voice, needing time to myself and a walk home alone. Until James settles down and figures out his wrong, I can’t be around him.

I can’t believe it, Y/N is Brady Y/L/N’s sister? Brady and his friends are everything that wizards hate in humans. It’s people like them that made us hide for centuries. They believe us to be like aliens and monsters. Brady and Jay actually work with members of the muggle government to prevent us from coexisting. They want to live separately and continue the hatred between our two worlds. They practically support the ideologies of Voldemort! If they were wizards, they’d probably be Death Eaters! How could she be related to someone so horrid? She’s can’t be like them. She can’t believe in those things. She’s incredible girl, woman, I’ve ever met.

“Y/N,” I repeat to myself.

No matter how many times I say her name, I never grow tired of it. Her laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world. Her eyes shine like stars. I’m drawn to her as though she radiates amortentia. All I wanted to was reach out and touch her, to feel her. My confidence fades in her presence and that never happens. She makes both exceedingly anxious yet excited, like anything is possible with her near me. I need to see her again.

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~Mystically Broken AU - Chapter 5~

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You were in the limo your boss sent next to Donatello who was currently typing on his tech gauntlet. Does he ever NOT do that? Before you could say anything, the limo stopped. The door was opened and you were greeted with the red carpet and your boss as sudden flashing lights fill your senses. You take her hand and she helps you out. But once Donatello exits the limo, the sound of of phones, camera clicking.. and lights flashing grew. Suddenly, security rushed and pointed their guns at Donatello and in return he took out his own tech bo which has taken the form of a gun with just the tap of a button.. You started to panic but your boss, Cynthia, intervened. "He's with us, gentlemen." You glanced at Donnie, still with his guard up. The men lowered their weapon.. still cocked. Donnie was still holding his gun up at them and you elbowed his shoulder. "Ow- right, right. Old habits, let's put the past behind us, isn't that right?" The men kept glancing at Donatello, gripping their guns harder, refusing to look away for even a second. Like if Donnie made one wrong move or talked in the wrong tone, they'd shoot. Donnie just looked away and shrugged, you can tell he was bothered.. He offered his hand and you took it. You walked into the museum buzzing with people and filled with tables they even got disco ball and dance floor. Looked like they spared no expense.. Looks like it would be a while before we get to the whole speech thing.. You glanced at Donnie who was looking uneasy.. You looked around and heard music start to play. You see people going and moving towards the dancefloor. Donnie looked determined and looked at the dancefloor and back towards you. You could tell what was in his mind at that moment. Distraction. He offered his hand once more. "May i have the honor and the privilege to have this dance?" You smiled. "Really?" "For events such as these, formality is a must! So, i ask you again. May i?" "You may" he takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it. "Truly an honor." You two make your way to the Dance floor and you swayed beautifully to the music, it felt majestic or mystical.. Then you were focused in the moment.. you heard ringing, it was Donnie's phone but it was quickly ignored. you didn't notice it but purple particles circled you two.. what was going on? every step.. every touch felt more.. calming. You see your boss sneak off in the distance.. You smiled at Donnie before leaving to follow her. Donnie looked a bit disappointed but stayed behind.. You slowly paced through the hall way and leaned on the door to hear what was happening.. Like a spy- you were pretty far from it.. "Were you followed? How did they do?" "They've fallen for the bait. everything has been set up." "It's just a matter of moments till we catch all four of them.. and lock them up for good." "Is the cage set up on the stage?" "Right above the target." You gasped. "What was that?" You ran back to the room to warn Donnie and see several people already tied up and Donnie was on the floor.. motionless.. he was tazed, they got his tech bo.. Your eyes widened in fear.. No.. You let this happen. You shouldn't have brought him here. You looked around frantically.. You ran to Donatello but your way was blocked.. You were grabbed and thrown out the Museum.. in the pouring rain. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- You were walking in the rain and Leo answered the door. "Why weren't you two answering my calls?! I found out who trashed Donnie's lab! W-Where is Donnie..?" You just looked at him and shook your head.. his eyes widened with dread.. "They got him.. didn't they? YOU LET THEM TAKE HIM.. You were apart of this, weren't you..? You wanted them to get him cause you're like everyone else who sees us as Monsters."

Leo swung his sword and you flinched. "So you do see us as monsters.. just like everyone else. Just when i thought you were different." "No, Leo! I swear it's not what it looks like! I didn't know!" You see Raphael and MichelAngelo behind him looking at you anxiously. Leonardo just walks off while Raphael let's you in And MichelAngelo wraps a towel around you. "What happened? You look.. rough.. not in a bad way! Well sorta- Ignore raph!" "Where's Donnie..?" You sat down and explained the situation.. the rain grew louder and you heard thunder.. The two looked at each other before looking at you.. If you didn't have agreed, if you just knew, you asked more questions instead of blindly listening to your boss.. well, former boss.. "Where's Leo.?" "In Donnie's room, i don't think you should go-" "I have to try anyways.." You looked around the massive underground building and got lost 5 maybe 6 times? You swore you say that titanium statue of Donnie for like the 5th time now... It just made you more guilty when you remembered how he looked. Helpless. You walked into what you thought was Donnie's room. "What do you want.?" "I'm sorry-" "Stop. Save it. I don't want to hear it." "Unless you can bring Donnie back, i won't forgive you." You looked at the ground.. sighing as you nodded. "I'll get him back." You turned to leave and waled through the hall way back to your room but felt a hand two hands on your shoulders. "We'll get him back." "promise." You turned to see Raph and Mikey. You smiled until you remembered a picture hanging in Donnie's room.. a picture of four of them, smiling... without a care in the world. What have you done..?

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Stand Mutation AU DiU

Again, this is FILLED with body horror and somewhat loose connections to the recent epidemic but they are there. There’s also a massive amount of angst around the Nijimuras.

See the first post & explanation here

Morioh is under a sort of quarantine. Due to not being contagious, it may be more of a research center, to keep research subjects in one place. When people start getting infected again (from the arrow, of course) there’s a pretty massive panic, from people assuming the virus must be evolving. So, aside from finding Josuke, the Speedwagon Foundation has Jotaro there to find who’s using the arrow.

Josuke is pretty much Crazy Diamond; his pompadour is basically a massive diamond helmet, with a heart-shaped front, a few thorny details from dad. Skin might be a little shiny, or sparkly.

Okuyasu begins as extremely feral and rather monstrous, but over time becomes more human. His form becomes smoother, until the infection becomes localized on his right arm. He has the common headlight eyes and his normal hair, but with the black mark covering above his eyes & reaching the tip of his nose, in addition to his scar.

Keicho is also fried, and is basically something of a human-transformer mix. Green camouflage body, bandages around his head, gun arm, helicopter blades in his back… Looks a little like something you’d expect to see if the Terminator had real flesh, with additional machine parts..

Koichi gains the common headlight eyes and starts turning green first. Following, not overnight but still fast, comes the beak, tail, and his lower legs become wheels. He does not lose any of his ability or evolve in the same way, but does change. As ‘act 2’, he regrows his legs (the wheels now his feet), his beak becomes more of a reptile snout, and he’s more armored. As ‘act 3’, he’s back to looking more human. The wheels are now just his heels (yes, heelys), and his tail is shorter.

Yukako… maybe fully made of hair? Or just the same as canon...

Tonio can just imbue his food with the sort of healing power. That or he grows the Pearl Jams on his body, which is very disturbing, so we'll probably go with the first. His power is extremely limited with this infection, which upsets him quite a bit. He can strengthen your body and all, but what can it do with stand shit? This isn't the flu.

Rohan’s arms are like heaven's door's hat; just the yellow lines outlining them. Depending on mood, desperation, & writers block, his sketchy-ness spreads more through his body.

Shigekiyo is a bunch of Harvests in a trench coat! Original Shigechi is essentially the ‘queen bee’ so to speak.

Mikitaka is an actual alien (cause fuck you, we do what we want). Planet was probably overrun by the virus, and he left to… either help other planets with it or prevent it or something… That or just. To find somewhere he can live a better life.

Tamami… probably just about the same, but creates locks on himself as well, for each victim currently affected - not because of guilt or anything, just to make sure they’re still in his control should they separate.

Hazamada is pretty much just Surface.

Akira is, basically, a toxtricity (amped, of course.) But yea, basically take RHCP, give it rocking hair and music ability, and there ya go.

Yuya basically sends his own feet, which gains a vague body to go with them.

Kanedaichi is SuperFly. A few bug decals on the tower maybe… He uses radio waves to communicate, and an unsettling doll to make himself known… Tickle me Elmo.

Terunosuke appears to be origami, with his face drawn on. Despite this, he can’t actually change his overall form.

Yoshihiro is probably the same as canon...

Kira’s mutation is much more subtle than most. His skin is pink, he has Killer Queen’s eyes, and very sharp and stiff ears. He hides most of this with makeup, contacts, and clips his own ears, to live under the illusion that he's 'just a normal guy'. When he feels stress, his face starts turning translucent, so you can see his skull - which reveals that his ears are more part of his skeleton. His hands frequently explode, and his sweat is explosive.

Stray Cat is just the same as in canon.

As mentioned earlier, the Nijimura’s story here is (I believe) even more upsetting than it is in canon. Though Angelo doesn’t happen, Josuke’s grandfather is dead.

Keicho finds the arrow, as he did in canon, but nicks himself in the process. He (somehow) hears the Speedwagon Foundation is looking for it and, realizing the arrow played a big part in the infection, panics. This makes his infection, which was already starting to mutate him, go wild. He turns feral in a different way than most; he guards the arrow, obsessing over it - like their dad over that ripped picture. Okuyasu, of course, tries to get through to his brother.

His body isn’t completely developed; the helicopter blades are half-stuck in his body and his gun doesn’t work. So, when Okuyasu tried to reach him, Bad Company only understands that someone is approaching the arrow, and attacks him… With the arrow. Fully aware of what the arrow did to his brother, Okuyasu is at peace with what’s going to happen to him. His only family is like this, and they don’t even remember him… How much worse could losing his own mind be?

The house is said to be haunted, so when Josuke and Koichi pass it, they stop to look. Koichi mentions, now that he understands a little of the infection, that he wonders if the ‘ghosts’ ‘haunting’ it are just more victims. Josuke realizes it's likely, and tells him to call Jotaro and wait outside.

Koichi calls Jotaro and does not wait outside; he goes in after Josuke, gets lost, and ends up finding the room Bad Company is in.

Meanwhile, Josuke’s struggling against Okuyasu, who may or may not be crying. Josuke realizes this guy really is a victim, and thinks he must be able to help. So, when he does take him down, he tries to fix this, only to feel terrible because this is another thing he can’t fix. But he can’t stay, because Koichi screams, so he has to run.

He finds the room, but it’s obvious that whatever attacked Koichi hasn’t left, and he’s worried this’ll go horribly wrong if he runs in, but if he doesn’t, Koichi’s probably going to die. This is when he hears the bass boost ‘bbbvvvrrrrrrrrr’ and he spins, ready to fight, but Okuyasu’s already erasing the space between them and Koichi, and now he’s in range for Josuke to heal him. Josuke’s not sure what’s happening, but it’s obvious Okuyasu isn’t going to attack. So, Josuke’s healing Koichi, and trying to figure this all out, “so do you… have a sibling here?”

He nods, looking at him with pleading eyes, begging for something. Josuke starts thinking aloud, “they must be infected, too… uh, you... want me to fix them?”

He's nodding so vigorously it looks almost painful, and this is when Koichi wakes up, and he shrieks because what the fuck is that. Josuke makes sure he's okay (Koichi's irises are turning bright yellow, but he can't worry about that right now), and has Okuyasu watch Koichi.

Okuyasu is surprised that he's being trusted like this; but Josuke's already ripping the door off the frame, holding it in front of him like both a shield and battering ram, and he's charging in.

Koichi is far, far too tired to move himself, so Okuyasu carries him away from the fight. But Okuyasu starts fidgeting, worried. He's hearing shots, explosions, and yelling, and there's a lot of smoke. Obviously Koichi's worried too, so they kinda sneak back over to get a look, and what koichi sees is... alarming, to say the least.

Uninfected, you don't see the full quality of his skin, and his helmet just looks like a weirdly solid block of hair. But now koichi's getting the whole picture, and… He's gorgeous.

His body is suddenly shining and sparkling from the armor, his skin almost glittery, and the massive diamond form encasing his head reflects light like a goddamn disco ball - it's all almost blinding

Sexuality crisis ahem so anyways

Josuke eventually gets Bad Company down, and he's trying to heal him, but the light suddenly comes on. They all know someone else is here, so Okuyasu - not wanting anything to keep his bro from getting fixed like he was - runs in to intercept the form coming fast, but Keicho's a little faster

But instead of going for the arrow, it's Okuyasu he targets.

Okuyasu and Josuke are alarmed at this; he'd shown that he only cared about the arrow, why do this? Why go after Okuyasu, before he even got the arrow back?

But Keicho's looking at him - even as this electric being's arm goes through his stomach, his eyes are focused on his brother.

"I act on my orders," he says, whereas before the only thing he ever said was "the arrow", "follow orders"... things like that.

Because Bad Company had been ordered to protect the arrow at all costs

But Keicho Nijimura did that to protect his brother

Which clearly worked against him but moving on

Okuyasu makes this cry, this wail, and Koichi can feel the hurt echoing in him and wishes he could've done something as the being takes the arrow into the light

But Josuke realizes there's a fuse box in here, and its being overloaded, and they need to get out right now, so he grabs the two survivors and jumps out the window.

He ends up being hurt pretty bad splinters of wood dig in his calves and his back, but he's gotta make sure these two are ok.

Josukes not sure if that actually helped, because he's crying so so hard now, and the three just sit there for a while

Okuyasu looks at josuke, crying, pleading... Josuke knows what he wants

"I saw it," he chokes out, "you should know.. Ididn't bring him back, I barely reached him… You did."

Jotaro spots the building when the room explodes and comes running, of course relieved to see these kids are sitting outside, safely... Well. Not dead. Josuke asks about Okuyasu.

"Yea that happened to me, he'll be fine. It's pretty common."

Then he sees Koichi's eyes are a little different and just fuckn grabs the kid and stares super close for a few minutes

Irises are yellow, but more important, the whole ball is getting kinda... segmented? Like... there are creases forming. W/e - they're slowly becoming headlights.

It's an uncomfortable minute for these children, until Jotaro lets him go and says (usual deadpan), "you've been infected."

Then jotaro sets him down and says, usual deadpan, "you've been infected." And Josuke freaks out, assuming he was the cause.

So, Jotaro has to explain that - no, the only way to become infected is if you or a (close enough) relative is injured by the stand arrow. Okuyasu jumps on the phrase, practically barking with desperation. Jotaro, having gone through a rather similar stage, figures it out pretty quickly, "you know about it… where is it?"

“Is that what that weird arrow was back there," Josuke wonders around, jumping when Jotaro focused on him, "well, uh… some electric thing took it… after killing this guy's brother."

Jotaro can't really do much with that, so he moves on, "alright, you three get to the Speedwagon building, I'm gonna do a walkthrough."

They agree, but Okuyasu's looking at the house & not moving Josuke & Koichi try to reassure him about keicho, while Jotaro just walks right in to investigate.

After a minute he comes out carrying Weird Frog Dad who's holding the ripped picture, "what is this." Okuyasu makes this "aa!" sound while the other 2 are Shook.

Okuyasu's looking at Josuke, though he's already moving, but Jotaro stops him, "this can't be fixed." Josuke's like "but i gotta try" and does, and newsflash it doesn't work, but he sees the picture and fixes that and at least that's sweet

So, nearly on the opposite side of the emotional spectrum, the next day we see Koichi skating to school. At first he's very weirded out, tries to hide it, but then he realizes "wait. The town's full of infected people, this isn't that bad." His mother and sister, of course, freak out, but Koichi knows enough to explain it all and put them a little at ease.

Also he does not end up with Yukako, they both deserve better. Like, yea she probably still has her obsession, but it gets handled after the first time. It takes a little while for her to adjust to... not.. doing any of that. But they're both way healthier for it. Not cool or healthy to date your fixation or stalker