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meaty4spicedbuns · 3 years ago

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Tokyo Revengers - How they would react if they little moew moew go f e r a l

Fem!reader x Grown up!Toman's Boy, pairing : Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji

Grown's up them with Mikey not turning completly crazy. Can we say he had black hairs ? Because it SUIT HIM SO WELL eheh *black hair team* eh,,oh,, Baji's alive ofc*

Pairing : All of them grown up! with Manjiro Mikey Sano, Ken Draken Ryûgûji, Keisuke Baji, Matsuno Chifuyu and Takashi Mitsuya

Warning : Fighting and you being badass and the boys being jaw dropped ? , also i proofread it four times but english isn't my native langage so if there is still mistake i can't do anything about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Resume : You are a girl. And boys see girl as girly right ? Make up, jewerly, dress, cat/dog or even bunny lovers, pastry and tea and why not celebrity crush ?

Of course you can be like that. Of course you aren't gonna play the "not like other girls" cards. You like baking, puppy, kitty, pretty dress, make up; and all of that at your own level.

But you are also a woman. And a woman need to fight back in this terrible world ; some since they are girl. So you took fight classes, kravmaga lesson, self defense lessons. Anything to beat ass down the ground. You are training two hours a day- four days a week. Your body isn't showing it that much, but you can fight and win. Your body is strong. Your are fierce. A menace to society.

Author note : reminder that this point of view of the boyz and they attitude is M Y point of view, and it's mine only. If you don't agree, don't engage. Any disrespectfull comment would lead to a block. All character are aged up. So if you don't feel comfortable with any scenario just block and ignore.

PS : I'm sorry, but I guess you can directly read who are my favorites one and,,, sorry not sorry eheh... Anyway ! I hope you'll have a good reading ! Planning to write for more of the boys, so hit me up if you have any more idea of who you wanna see eheh i might think about it,,

Baji

Would be an ass about it to tease you.

"Oh Kitten wanna fight?" "If you want I'll let you win" "oh I'm so scared of you", he'll tease you to death I swear

He is the tipycall "boy will be boy" about it

But he is also a feral Meow himself after all, and you always play the mistress in need for fun since you know him in highschool, and he'll always play the "savior prince" for the joke - don't take it bad tho he is a full feminist.

So it's been YEARS he is the one protecting you (and liking it).

So let's say he would NEVER guess what you are capable of

It happen that someday you are out by yourself at night. When you don't feel like staying in. Your boy finish his day late at the petshop, so you often wonder alone until he send you a text saying he is free. Then you answer to tell him to meet you at the nearest 24/24 supermarket to get biscuit and eat it somewhere cool to watch the stars.

And when you are lost in the aisle, wondering if he would preferer Pocky's, Granola's or Oreo's, you can hear someone enter the shop. Nothing too weird. The cashier don't even look him. It's around 10P.M now and you phone didn't ring from any kind of answer from your boy.

You kneel down to check some biscuit and decide for some oreos for your boyfriend when you feel someone passing right behind you. When you get up, you turn around to see nobody. But the cold chill running down your spine isn't lying.

No need to fear. You can fight back.

Without turning around, you get up and go to the drink aisle. You are ready to grab fruit juice for Baji (Redbull and shit like that a prohibiden for him, he is too much energic for that) and a Coffee for you since you are getting a little bit tired.

Once again that chill coming back. You can feel a cold ice picking throught your neck, lifting your hairs from anxiety. When you turn to check around, you see a black jacket fadding away in the next aisle. You decided to follow it to check on who the fuck is following you but cross nobody. The shop seems empty except from you and the cashier.

A second after, the door of the shop ring, letting you know he's gone.

Thankfully.

You then go checking out, paying for you stuff. The cashier is completly off and sloppy. He seems walksleeping at this point.

Once it finished you say goodbye and go wait outside in front of the storefront.

Five minutes pass, and finally you see some mouvement from a shadow afar. You didn't saw it before since your eyes are simply getting used to the darkness. But now you can finally see throught the darkness and realize someone had been staring at you. A large and tall guys is standing against a broken lamppost facing you. The big hoodies hide half his face, but you can feel he is staring right at you. His gaze pierce trhought your clothes and you hate that deeply.

To not get in trouble you decided to ignore him. Less you interact, better you feel. Typical reaction right ? But visibly it do not stop that asshole to bother you. And in a minute he is catcalling you.

"What'a cute girl's doing late in the night ?"

You don't want to answer, to give attention. Ignoring things often work when it's about catcalling. But after three "Hey" and a "I'm talking to you !" you can clearly see him getting annoyed and moving on his feet, walking toward you.

"Don't move closer, you shout at him but he don't listen. He continue to move toward you

"I'm warning you, don't come crying right after.

"When a man is talking to you, you must answer you ungratefull bitch."

Your shoulders tense by hearing the final insult that made you balance your cool from boiling rage. You aren't in the mood right now to do some fuss. You just wanted to wait for your man to come pick you up. You just wanted to eat biscuit and talk about shit. But visibly the destiny choosed otherwise. This cunt is obligating you to teach him some lesson.

So you put down your grocery bags down the ground. You push your feet in front taking a fight and solid position, fist up your face. You look him up and down while he is lifting his eyebrow in a surprises expression right a few few feets away.

"Move closer and I'll break your both knees, you spit."

The shinny sign of the 24/7 right behind you glow enought for you to see his faces now. He is grinning, looking down at you.

Your breath is so loud from you getting anxious that you don't even paid attention to the fadding sound of the motorcycle from afar. The only focus right now is the tall man taking one step forward while you order him to not do it. Leading to a lot of things happening to a matter of a minute.

Baji arriving on his bike, putting a foot down a meter away from you just kicking the guy in face with a very strong foot kick. He is almost fleeing away while the cashier, from the other side of the window glasses, is watching the full scene jaw wide open.

But your boyfriend don't even bother for you. Seeing you throwing a hight kick in a large guy is very impressive, and he is really excited about it, but he isn't the type of guys showing it right away on his face or exclaming it. He just pass right behind you to bend over the grocery bag while you put your feet down. Baji didn't wanted to bother you, liking the show you are giving. You only realized he is here a few second later, scare of a presence behind you, once you wake up from your anxiety after seeing your opponent down the ground.

" Baji ?!" You jump away. "When did you arrive?? "

The concerned one is half his head on the bag. He lift it up once he hear his name, the little box of orange juice already open sipping on it.

"You're an angel, thank for the snack I were so thirsty !"

You sigh, rolling your eyes. Both of you then got up on his bike before he drive you somewhere where you can climb on a rooftop, under the shinnong moonlight.

He then process to talk :

"That was pretty impresive.

"What'ya mean, you ask with a Pocky's in the mouth.

"Your kick. You throw him away on the ground in only ONE kick ?! So cool !!" He smile right at you. " So you can actually fight?

"I told you already !

"My girl's a fighter!" He smirk. "If I would have knew for all thoses years I would had let you fight for me ! Shoulda fight you one day to test you.

"Gotta kick your'ass." You laught, he laught too, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Draken

He would trust your words, but still unconsciously would need to see it to belive you fully.

He would made fun of you from time to time like "Big girl wanna fight." and thoses shit.

After all you'll be his rock and he would mostly see you being soft for him. Kisses, cuddle, papouille, massage.

You would spend most of the time on the side, letting himself getting involved in fight simply because you trust him, and it seems to please him to fight.

From the time going on, your dynamic would be mostly Big Boy with Soft girl things. He is the scary dog privilege and you would love that (especially once he got his dark hairs, making him look more badass)...

Until one day when some guys gathered around you two. At first Draken told you to back off, that he would took care of it. And you listened. You trust him and his strenght.

But they were too much, and some were stronger than he thought ; and they had weapon. Baseball bat and that jeez shit. They were douchbag that would use any method to win against him, Draken the old higher up from the Toman, to the point they were four mans jumping on your boyfriend to block him ; each one on his arm, the two others pulling his hairs, kicking his legs to put him on his knees.

That is when you decided to enter the fight.

Despite them being douch, they didn't even paid attention to you, letting you time to prepare yourself. You tight your hairs in a small bun, zip your jacket to the top, stretch a little before coming in. You take a step back and jump on your feet, running toward the group. In a big jump you throw a big kick in a guy's back, making him fall on the ground, dragging Draken with him, leading the three others to break they position.

Once you touch the ground, you bend your knee, lift your fist in front of your face to take a defense position. You are facing a guy who sems a little surprised to see a woman in a fight ; thanks for you because it mean he isn't prepare to fight. So it easier for you to throw him a punch right in his nose, breaking it as the same time from your own strenght.

At the moment his head back from the punch, you threw your knee in his groin, making his full body gettin tense from the pain. And finally you grab his face to smash it against your other knee. Some blood sparkle on your tight and your skirt but at this point you don't care. A last kick to push him away that you turn to see his partner looking at you.

Draken is beating up the second guys standing up so you decided to take care of the last one. You throw him a kick that he dodge, but he wasn't waiting for the second one right after. He fall right in his head, making him K.O in one kick.

"Dolly, you can hear Draken's from behind. You put your hairs back to face him all smillying.

"Yes ?

"Dolly, when did you learn that ?

"I told you i can fight.

"I didn't thought fight like "fightinh like a godess" for god's sake !"

At first you didn't realized the compliment he made you. But once it hit your brain you smile even more.

"Thank you babe."

And in a minute he lift you to put you on his shoulder like a potatoes bag.

"Needa go back home, I want to learn more about your skills Doll."

Mikey

Mikey would never have truly trust you to be able to fight ; he is the protector, the invisible Mikey. HE would be the one protecting you and not the other way around. But you don't see it badly since he act like that with everybody around him.

Mikey litteraly grab you to be his side quest partner in the Toman, and you accepted it.

You are his cuddle pillow, his papouille maker. You are his soft side for whenever he don't feel like getting up in the morning.

You are the one looking after him most often when Draken don't do it. You are as childish as him when you want, but also responsible when it needed to.

You are one of thoses who helped him his whole life when he wadn't feeling like himself. Your years spent by his side until the adult life helped him being more stable, and strong.

He saw you as a treasure at this point, and decided to keep you close him at any time he can ; he isn't physically scaring but let's say you could go around a lot of part of tokyo without being bothered since people would know you are Mikey's precious treasure ; and that the Bonten would always keep an eyes on you. At 27 years olds you are the most powerfull woman in the darken industry.

It happened when you where wandering around with Mikey. You were walking around Shibuya, taking any turns when you'll felt like. You were looking for a store to buy snack ; or was it an excuse to stay around together more?

Anyway. You were both just casually walking, your hands around Mikey's one in his pocket. It's been a while since Mikey isn't that talkative blond furry ball, but you don't mind less. You are the one talking more about your boring normals work days from your daily life.

Because of course, Mikey can be the leader of the delinquency of Tokyo than he wouldn't want you to be directly a part of it.

So silent Mikey it would be.

Walking next to you.

Until his eyes caught up something.

From afar is a little supermarket, lost in a narrow alley. It's crooked, it's dark, only the light of the window is showing some life sign, but it's still here.

And Mikey's not afraid. Despite anything, that boy's always arms with you around, and at the end he is literally a walking weapon. So weird dark narrow street? Pf.

Plus, what got him is that this particulary market shop had display on the window a specific snack you both enjoyed to eat when you were younger. It's stopped to be sell from most of the city around Tokyo a few years ago, and it both made you a little sad since it was one of your fav things. So seeing it now dragged Mikey's attention.

The black haired, long tired eyes, chef Tokyo's délinquant instantly became that light blond furry ball for a short instant. Looking down at you with that little smirk smile, you can feel his hands squeezing yours.

" Look, he says. Isn't it that thing we used to eat before??"

He drags you to the shop window to point it to you. But you weren't looking at the little box of biscuit, but mostly at the two heavy men's starring at you both form the other side. Your feminin side is screaming you to not come closer as they look both of you up and down multiples times. You can see them whispering things to each other.

" It's true it's been a while, you answer still not looking at what your boyfriend is pointing.

" We should get a box, or two.

" Why not looking up the internet later? It's late.." You feel like your boy is clueless about thoses two guys and your instinct is screaming you to run away at this poiny. Did they recognized him? You hope no.

" Why not now? We don't know if we can buy them online.

" Honey..

" Sugar?" He turn around to face you and lift up your chin. " Are you still afraid of thoses two gigantic men's starring down at us inside?"

At least he saw them. You sight, nodding.

" I'll tell you to do not fear world with me by your side. I saw them trying to impress the cashier. But I want thoses biscuit."

His eyes darken a little. He squeeze your hand into his, making you shiver. It's like his touch came from a reassuring warmest to a colder ice.

Your node again and follow him in the store to the aisle where the box package is. You can feel adrenaline through your veine while your boyfriend is casually looking around for his treat like nothing is important in life.

"Aren't you thirsty?" he finally say when he see a guy's from the corner of his eyes.

You node and change the aisle. You can see him walking toward the stranger right before you loose him from sight. You hear a few words like "Aren't you from the B-" but the slight ambiante music cut the words from your ears.

So you walk to the fruit juice section, looking at then while your mind wonder.

It wonder so much you forgot, and don't hear, the second guy. That one who saw you and couldn't keep an eyes out you. He stand behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder to grab it.

The sensation turn your fight mode instantly ON. And the adrenaline is now realased in your blood.

He made you turn around in a movment you decided to follow. At the moment you faced him, you just decide to crush his feets with yours so the first though he got is pain. Then you can step back and liberate yourself from his grip at the moment his attention is focusing on the pain and the insult he is profering about you.

He bend a little in an action to grab your hairs but you dodge. Both your closed fist are at your face level, and you just throw two hard punch one after the other righ on his noses. You can instantly see his noses bleed, hearing the craquing sound of it breaking. The guys just mumble something under his breath, not knowing what happening right now.

Then you throw the third and hardest punch in his stomach, making him bend in two. And in the tighest grip you just grab both his ears and smash your knee against his faces twices. You just want to be sure he is not gonna get on his feets soons.

When he felt on the floor, you make sure that he is far away from this world for the next few minutes. You wave your hand in front of the unconscious mans, tried to open his eyes only to fell on dark stoic pupil. He is hardly breathing but you can't even care about that.

" And you were the one being worried about thoses guys? "

Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the end of the aisle. He just got one box of biscuit under the armpit, the other already open.

" Do the boy know you can fight? " He then ask while coming toward you. You can see drip of blood on his faces and feets. You have some too, and he clean them off with the end of his jackets.

"I don't like that, he mumble. I don't want you getting involved and hurt.

" I can fight, you say firmly. I can fight and defend myself."

You brush off some of his black hairs from his eyes, putting them behind his ears.

" You don't have to worry, I'll protect you. " You smile. In a second, that smile you give him seems to bring a little bit of that old Mikey you knew.

" Anything interesting ? " He says , hugging you while putting his chin on your shoulder.

" Fruit juice, you say. I want sugar.

" Me too. "

Mitsuya

Mitsuya would have hear it once but would have forgot.

He is a gentleman who would protect you everytime. Even with his sweet face, he is a hot fighter.

If anybody bother you, he come right behind you and glare at anybody bothering you.

His punch are fast and he'll end the conflict in a second.

And you didn't wanted to put yourself under the spotlight. You'd rather leave the problem being closed by the former member of the Toman so nobody come right back.

With times passing, he became calmer tho. He mature and decided to end the conflict by just menacing people.

Most of the time it work. When it's not he use violence.

And less you see him fight, more you want to let him take the first step (okay, you are an easy woman and pretty boy fightint for you is a things that charm you,, after all you are with Mutsuya so ofc you like it)

So he never suspected once you could step on him so easily. He just grown up by your side admiring how you became without any suspcion of the menace you are :)

Except that day, when he learnt about it.

You were doing shopping with Mitsuya to look for stuff for a big project he had. And eventualy he propose you to come with him as a company, also knowing you'd like to rune errand in artistic shop for your own project too. He was a lot busy thoses days, so thoses time hanging out were a reason to see you. You both spent the whole ass day outside, tchating, holding hands, laughing, stretching as much time you could out of thoses rendezvous until it was time for both of you to go back to your own flat.

And you love so much thoses times...

Anyway, the things is that when Mitsuya is looking for things in big shops, he has the tendency to go around a little be too much. You often end up loosing him from you sight inbetween two shelves of furnitures. And today was that kind of day when you didn't felt like looking for him ; after all he is a boig boy, he can manage himself. So you just decided to let him go around at his own pace and wait for him outside the shop.

And instead of waiting for him doing while nothing, you decided to treat both of you and went grabbing something to drink for you and him. It took you at least twenty minutes; but when you came back he was still in looking at things. So as a respectfull person who not gonna enter somewhere with drinks, you waited outside for him, laying against the shop's wall.

Sadly, as a girl alone in the street, you weirdly attract others people attention when you stand for more than a minute ; especially from the opposite sex. Plus you are wearing a dress so let me tell you the gaze is on you no matter what.

"Hey girl! "

A guys approach you from somewhere, but you don't even dare to look up for him; too busy on your phone, looking at cat's videos on Twitter, earthub on blasting music. It's only when the shadow on that guys cast on you that you lift you head for a split second, nod it from left to right as a clear sign of "No", with a slight smile to stay polite and out of problems, as to give him a kind of a negative answer to his approch. And right before he can say something you just jump back into the recipe you were looking.

Usually when you do that to the guys, they just passed by, happy to get you looking up to them. They are attention seeker after all.

Weirdly this one didn't move after your answer. He.. Just...chooses to just... like... well, stand in front of you. Just like a picket. He is litteraly starring down at you, giving you creepy vibes. You realized it once your video turn your screen to black and it made you almost flinch, kind of scare of that big gaze he give you. When you lift your head up, you realized simply that he is simply playing the tomboy just by seeing he is proudly wearing a kind of gang vest or some shit.

He don't talk at all, just stare, until you took of one of your earthub off.

" I.. can.. help you.. Maybe ?" You ask, nonchallant.

" What are you doing here ? "

He talk to you using a tone of voice like if he know you from somewhere. Like that kind of tone that every girl could have spotted his intention ; trying to get something from you. Like something physical. Like.. your number and.. maybe more.

''Ugh, gross, you think for yourself. ,,

" I'm waiting for my boyfriend, you sight, saying it straightforward to put things clear. Usually saying you've got a boyfriend work to made them go away. Men don't respect women choices (and don't take "no" as an answer), but they sometimes respect other men "p R o P e R t Y " (ugh, even Mitsuya would find it disrespectull to call you like that, but it help understand the men point of view of women right ?). But today is not the day.

" Oh, we can just go grab a drink until he came back then. " You lift your cup of coffee you almost finish right in front of his face as a clear answer but he just continue : " Why so mean, girly ?

" I'm busy, you say. And not interested."

" Come one. He wouldn't know anything, i'm as quiet as a livingthomb. "

"Visibly you really wanna be one by acting like that, you mutter to yourself."

He lays a hand against the wall just next to your face, lining forward, maybe thinking he is in a kind of romantic movie or something ?

At this moment it enought, you just open the cup you are holding, getting his attention on it, and just throw the remaining on his face. It splash on you, making you sight, but it made him take a step backward.

" You slut ! " He shoted. " Why the fuck ?!

" I told you i wasn't interested in you. "

The guys look up on you, then his precious vest:

" Do you know what that logo mean ? , he point at the large logo on it.

" Leave me alone, come on don't play the big-dude attitude i'll beat your ass in a minute.

" Oh yeah ?" He smile too proudly.

In the shop, the screaming the guys just scream get the attention of everybody inside, especially your boyfriend. His first reflex is to quickly look around for you in case something happen to you (which was actually happening right outside the shop). But since he can't find you, he look up at the glass windows giving view on the street. And for his own horror scenario you are litterally facing a two-feet-long-and-large dude wearing a gang symbol, looking angry as hell and ready to punch you. So, let's be honnest, of course he just break the Usain Bolt speed record and rush to the door.

But just as he pass the door, the man was going to hit you with a musclar punch direct right on your face. However, bold of him to assume he could even touch a strain of hair from you. You dodge it pretty easily. After all this guys seems musclar but it's all apperance, and his reality he is slow.

In one step, you are on his side, a hand on his shoulder, giving your best knee hit in the stomach. You made him bend from the hit, spitting saliva as he realized quick how hard you hit.

With a hand, you made him look up to you:

"I hope you'll learn your lesson." Before you hit the back of his head with your elbow. It made him go right on the ground, hitting his faces hard on the concret. At this point everybody in the street is looking at you, making you embarassed for going that far on the confrontation.

But it's when you cross your boyfriend eyes that you can't contain your blush from coming out, making you hide your face with both your hands.

" The actual fuck Princess.. "

Yes, even Mitsuya is bluffed. He went off the shop both hands open at the sky, eyes wides. He shrugg out of surprise from what he see. You do the same, saying with an embarassed smile :

" I'm... Well... Surprise i guess ?

" Since when ? , he is so stunned.

" I told you, but guess you weren't listening ? "

Takashi scratchs the back of his head, his eyes looking up as he is trying to remember that moment. The only things that came up his minds is just you talking about taking class of self defenses but he would'nt have never guess you could be that fast and efficient.

" I'm reassure then, he turn back.

" What ?

" I love so much when girl can kick my ass, he joke. Gotta get back what i took, and then we'll head up home. I need to see more. "

That one little wink he is giving you can made you understand he really want to see more.

Chifuyu

This small boy is feral too. But it doesn't change the fact he wouldn't trust you being as much feral as him.

He would tease you. And often you'll both ended up in a fight in your bed. Or in your flat.

Nothing too serious tho, just a few bruises from rolling around like childs, so he would never had seen you really fighting.

He would always put himself first in any conflict ; even verbal one.

Nobody would touch his princess.

And it would still the same even by getting older together.

When it's about you being in problem, he would always put himself first. (and would always ask for that one more ketchup sauce when you both went get macdonald after work)

So the day he would see you fight he would fall from hight.

He see you as a puppy/kitten.

But gosh, let's be honnest : he would enjoy the show so bad (and be turned on so bad too but sssht).

You have a tight shift with Chifuyu. Since he finished his studies and gotten his job, it can happen that he works also early in the morning, just like you. So it mean that both of you meet each other this morning, but in a windows of ten minutes max before both leading to work.

And it also happen that sometimes ten minutes is, of course, not enough to know each other's mood. But when Chifuyu can read it throught and see that it's not gonna be your day, he always came picking you up at your work at the end of your shift. He brings you your fav pastry before you both eat it on your way back home. But when he can't readi it throught, it became something else ; This happen once, and thankfully he didn't pick you up. You were an horrible mess and needed a good and long bath to be at least able to maitain a conversation.

And that same scenario same to repeat itself today... Except that.. well.. today have it particularity.

Today isn't your day. You miss to put your alarm, leading you having no time to prepare yourself correctly or even eat something nice. But the of all is that you miss Chifuyu's "good morning". That little "good morning" with a little cuddle kiss and smile. Thoses puppy eyes saying "I'll see you later tonight i love you". You missed it.

This is the worst of all.

So saying you head up your work place in a bad mood is really an euphemism. You are explosive. Ready to punch anybody in the throat until you can have your "good morning miss". Tho, sadly for the world, it would be not before 2 P.M.

But despite that horrible mood,the beginning of the morning wasn't that bad. Your colleague are here to cheer you up and a lot of good costumers came by the shop and we're nice. It almost made you relativize...

However, of course, deeply of course, every day have it assholes, somewhere in the world. Every. Damn. Day. Everyday someone have to deal with some monumentary bullshits. And everyday was your war, your day to deal with costumer service.

It began with a : " Do you work here? " while you are clearly wearing the bright pink uniforme of the shop with written an enormous "STAFF" on the back.

" Hello. It seems like, you answer turning yourself to de the costumer."

It's a man, late 30's. The kind of guys that, if you're a woman, you can read he is a mysogynisy pricks, and an asshole on top of everything you know?

The guys look up and down to you. He point you something like a five years old would do it and order you to find him whatever he want from it.

At this point, the whole package this man bring made you stop listening. That is true, most of costumer services turn they listening skill right after the magic world "Hello" which mean if you don't say it they won't listen.

"Hello, you repeat yourself, hopping the man would understand his lack of skills in social behavior. But he just ended up repeating himself. No" hello", "please", or "Thank you".

"Hello." third time you are saying it, knowing now after that you'll have to deal with the attitude you are giving.

"Are you kidding me or something?, the man spit.

"I mean, I'm here for you to ask things, but the minimum is an 'hello' you see my point?

" How are you talking to me? I'm asking you something.

"And I'm asking politeness.

"Costumer is King. You are supposed to give me what I want."

As far as you remember, the discussion began like it. After it, it was history and just enraging. The discussion wasn't one at the end and he ended up being taken away by security, screaming he would be waiting for you at the end of your shift.

And sure enought, even tho you wouldn't care and forgot about his treat, he did wait. At the moment you put a feet down the street, he was here.

Now what he didn't know is that, usually, you change yourself up from head to toes (even your hairs) to look completely different from what you look like as a seller. However you didn't change anything today. You are just wearing a basic sweater on top of your uniforme so that guys can recognized you if he look up for you.

And it was your plan. The plan to teach him a lesson if he dare came to you once more.

But before heading out. Before giving him an ounce of your time, you needed something nice. So you indulgy offer yourself the time to bought your morning breakfast, that famous coffee, orange juice, tea or whatever you look to have in the morning that day. You walk outside, almost forgetting what was waiting for you until...

" Hey bitch, he is walking directly toward you, pushing people out his way.

" Hey hoe, you answer only lifting your pinkie to him.

Your answer did not please him. And at the moment he is close enought, he instantly throw a punch at you. As if he was thinking that is was the best things to do... ''Big brain move i see,, you thought to yourself.

Of course you were waiting for that kind of reaction tho. Because what that guy don't know is that you lived most of your time on this shitty earth with stupid gang members adoring to beat themself up for fun. So you dodge down, put a hand on the ground and kick up in the air with all your force. Right under the chin.

You can heard his teeth doing a family gathering before he fall back on the ground. The crown directly around you stopped walking at the moment the loud noise of his jaws clapping resonnate. In a kick you putted him down so fast that not even a single person could get out they phone to film what happened.

Not even your boyfriend who was just coming toward you. Chifuyu planned from getting you from work when he saw your text " Late to work this morning. Didn't even get a '' good morning love '' :'( ". So as the best boy he cames at the end of your shift with your favorite drink and some pastry to cheer you up.

Coffee that he almost lets fall right afterseeing you kicked out a twice-your-size-men with only one kick (since when are you THAT flexible ??? A skill he would need you to explore with him,,) Because D A M N did he know he would be spectator of you kicking down a 7 ft tall man just with one kick. Did Mickey train you or something ?

Nothing to say that he was just turn on by this situation.

You can see him running right at you, thinking it was somebody else. You almost punch his face at the moment he stopped. Both his hands are full so he can't grab your shoulder to shake you up.

" SINCE WHEN ?!" He histeracly scream.

" Honey ?!

" Since when ?! Did Mikey train you ?! Why didn't I knew you could just blast off dude like that ?!"

You gesture him to calm down, but it's too late and everybody is looking at the scene. So you just grab his arms and drag him away. Once you are afar from the movment, you both sat somewhere.

" I told you, you say with a small voice. I took class-"

You can't even finish your sentence that Chifuyu's just kissed you. When he break it, you can see his eyes sparklying.

" You are FAN-TA-STIC!! Not saying you weren't or else, but DAMN cupcake you just blast him off the ground just like that- it was so cool !"

His smile say for him how much he is admiring you right now. Despite him being a well good fighter, it's seems you unlock a new look for you in his eyes.

" You'll need to show me more ! " He point his picky finger to you, holding your both cup of whatever drink you love. And you don't care that you just had one, the one he bring are always so much better.

" Be a good boy and I'll show you, you wink."

It's almost as if you could see your golden retriever boy wingling his tail at this point. And your ego loved that.

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #draken x you #draken imagine #draken headcanons #mikey x reader #mikey headcanon #chifuyu headcanons #chifuyu x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya headcanons #baji headcanons #baji x reader #chifuyu x you #meaty4spicedbuns #meaty4spicedbuns imagine

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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Best Part Of The Day

Summary: Dean comes home to find the reader home from work early but something is off about her and he’s not quite sure what to think of it...

Pairing: Construction worker!Dean x reader

Square: Roommates (Tell Me A Story Bingo) & Jack-hammering (SPN Kink Bingo)

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: mature (language, mentioned past smut, minor injury, angst, fluff)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo & @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy!

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You screamed from in the shower when you saw movement out of the side of your eye. A deeper scream followed quickly after, Dean standing there all sweaty and dirty, hair matted down from his hard hat all day. You stared at him from the other side of the glass door, Dean immediately turning around. He squeezed his eyes shut when he could still see you in the mirror and threw his hands over his face.

“I am so sorry. Like so, so sorry. The door wasn’t locked and the shower card wasn’t up and-”

“Dean dude. Relax. It’s not like I’ve never walked in on you naked either,” you said. “We’re adults. It’s fine.” You turned and put your back to him, Dean humming to himself.

“You’re normally not in the shower right now,” he said.

“Yeah well...work sucked,” you said. You heard him shuffle around and the top of the hamper open.

“Is this mud?” he asked. You looked over your shoulder and saw him holding up your dirty blouse. “I can get this clean.”

“Dean it’s-”

“If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s gets get dirty clothes clean again,” he said. You smiled and nodded. “I’ll take this stuff down to the laundry room and take care of it.”

“Thanks Dean. I owe you one.”

“Dean?” you called from your bedroom as he walked past in a towel after his shower. He stepped back and you sat up on bed in your oversized shirt and underwear. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Shoot,” he said. He stepped inside and sat on the end of the bed, holding the towel closed over himself.

“If I was late on my half of rent for the month…” you swallowed. He smiled and nodded. “Just a little while. I promise-”

“I got plenty from overtime and double time. I got rent the next few months,” he said.

“Thank you.” He stared at you, probably hoping you’d tell him what had happened that day, why you who worked in an office was covered head to toe in mud at some point, why you were home showering an hour before you were supposed to be. Instead of asking though, he simply reached a hand out and gave yours a squeeze.

“How about we order way too much takeout and get drunk tonight?” he said. He smiled softly and you swallowed.

“Don’t you have a date with Cassie?”

“Broke up with me three days ago,” he said. You opened your mouth to speak but he shook his head. “I was thinking of ending things myself so it was really no hard feelings. We’re on different paths and all that crap.”

“You okay?” you asked quietly. “You guys seemed good together.”

“She’s moving to Cophenhagen for work. She didn’t want to be tied down. I don’t blame her. She’s you know, becoming an international lawyer and I jack hammer for a living.”

“Dean you’re a construction program manager. You build businesses. You’re building a freaking school right now. You don’t just use a jack hammer for a living.”

“You aren’t just an executive assistant,” he said. You looked down and you swore he moved an inch closer. “What happened today, Y/N?”

“Can we talk about it later?” you asked.

“Later. After our dinner, okay?” he said. You nodded and he moved closer, his bare leg touching yours. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“I know you just showered but would...would you go to the pharmacy and get me a few things if I wrote them down?” you asked.

“Of course. Make up a list for me and I’ll go get dressed. I can order and pick up our takeout on the way back. Sound good?” he asked. You nodded and tucked your knees up. “Y/N. I don’t need to call the police for any reason do I?”

You shook your head and he smiled, leaning over and kissing your temple.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll get you my fuzzy hot dog pants while you write down what you need.”

An hour later you were exiting the bathroom, Dean dishing up a pair of plates for the two of you. He didn’t say a word about the things you’d asked him to pick up but you knew what was churning in the back of his head.

“It was consensual,” you said. “Sex with my boss.”

He looked up and nodded as you sat down at the counter.

“He was...rough. Like going at like the energizer bunny rough.”

“He was jack-hammering,” said Dean.

“Yeah. It’s not very...pleasurable on the receiving end, especially without enough lube. I mean, we were both into it at first. You know we’ve been flirting forever. But after he was just...an ass and he fired me and all he wanted was in my pants and I was stupid and fell for it and on my way out I got splashed by a truck going past and everything down there is sore and that’s way too much information and I didn’t even notice you and Cassie broke up and-”

“Sh,” said Dean, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a deep hug. “It’s alright. You had a bad day. Promise he didn’t hurt you?”

“No. It wasn’t very fun was all,” you sniffled. “Then he was a dick when I said I didn’t want to sleep with him again.”

“You stood up for yourself. You did everything right today.”

“I slept with my boss.”

“People sleep with their boss all the time. He was always a decent guy when I met him. I’m sorry he just played along until he got what he wanted. You scared me earlier.”

“Sorry,” you said quietly, face buried in his chest.

“Not your fault. I haven’t been exactly honest about the Cassie thing.” You looked up and he smiled. “I haven’t felt...the way you’re supposed to feel in a long time with her. She’s a good friend but we were only ever meant to be friends.”

“Then why’d you stay with her?”

“The girl I liked was into her boss. I thought they were together on the low. I figured it was a crush.”

“Was it?” you asked. He shook his head and you leaned your head up, pecking a light kiss to his lips. “How about now?”

“I guess that answer depends on her. I’m already a sucker. Just need to know what she thinks.”

“I think you’ve been the one good part of my crappy day,” you said. “You’re always the good part of my day.”

“I’m a good friend then. A good roommate.”

“Yes. Kinda hard to tell your roommate you like him when he’s with a lawyer and you’re some assistant that her boss fucks.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You thought it was the start of something more and there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Why would you want to be with someone like me, that does that?”

“I’ve been the guy who’s young attractive corporate boss tells him things and he believes her and then he gets tossed aside after she’s gotten what she wanted. There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing.”

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. He held you close and smiled. “Dinner?”

“Dinner. Watch a movie. Tomorrow I will take you to lunch if that’s okay,” he said. “Tonight we can still just be friends.”

“Okay,” you said. You stared at him and he pressed his lips to yours, still but leaving them for a long few seconds. “Or we could start tonight?”

“Tonight’s good,” he said. You smiled and he grinned. “I don’t let just anybody have my favorite pajama pants you know.”

“I know,” you said. “Thanks for taking care of me today Dean.”

“Never have to thank me for that sweetheart. Never.”

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#spnkinkbingo #tell me a story bingo #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn #supernatural #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #dean fanfic #dean winchester fanfic

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florenceandthemachine · 5 years ago

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TUMBLR FUCKED UP SOME OF MY ASK POSTS I AM SO SORRY ANYWAY

@buckleydiazs asked:

talk to me about eddie and chris asking buck to move in, pls and thank u 🥰

Their first unplanned night together starts off with a text message.

Ironically enough, it’s not even a message between Eddie and Buck—it’s between Buck and Maddie. Eddie is all smiles as he pulls his truck onto the highway, Buck in the passenger seat, laughing easily at some story Eddie was telling. It was nice. It was easy, easier than most of the relationships Eddie had ever had before, but that wasn’t surprising—at least, not anymore, not with Buck.

Once Buck had gotten the stick out of his ass, Eddie realized how easily the two of them would get along almost immediately. Buck was... well, he was a far better person than Eddie was, and Eddie would be the first to admit that, but Buck seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he could basically out shine the sun with one of his big toothy smiles.

Their relationship was unique, certainly; they had survived things that went beyond the real of “regular people”; tsunamis, earthquakes, bombs, and most stressful of all (weirdly enough), a lawsuit. somehow, the lawsuit was the straw that broke the back on their friendship—Eddie had finally pulled his head out of his ass, realized how miserable his life had been without Bucky, and asked him out on a proper date a week after Buck's first call back on the team.

Though they spent a lot of time together as friends, and that had only grown after their first official ‘date’, they had been carpooling out of necessity for the week—Bobby had been good enough to match their schedules up while Buck’s Jeep was in the shop—and Eddie insisted that it wasn’t too much of a detour to shuttle Buck back and forth to work.

The mood in the truck was easy and light, and Buck was still laughing when he pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping at the screen a few times—and like someone had switched on a vacuum, the good mood was sucked through the window in less than a second.

“It’s Maddie. She says Taylor Kelly is at my apartment complex. Apparently there was a pretty big drug bust in the building across the way, she has her van camped out in our lot.”

And, well, Eddie wasn’t about to tolerate that, wasn’t about to tolerate anything that made Buck unhappy, anything that could suck the joy out of him in an instant, for reasons that he chose not to dive too deep into. He focused instead on the problem (and yeah, Taylor Kelly was a problem with a capital B), and what he figured was the easiest solution.

“Oh. Well, then you’re staying at our place tonight.”

As expected, Buck started up a whole litany of protests. It was a little sad, Eddie thought, how eager Buck was to talk himself out of a good time, and if he didn’t have the backup of a year of knowing Buck as well as he did, Eddie might have actually taken his ramblings at face value.

As it was, though, he had an ace in the hole. A surefire way to get Buck to shut up and accept some good in his life. He didn’t like to play it, but he knew that he had to as soon as Buck mentioned “I’ll just stay at the firehouse tonight, it’s really no issue, I’ll order take out, and—”

“Buck, it’s fine. Chris has been begging me to invite 'his Buck’ over for dinner for a week now anyway.”

“...oh. Okay.”

Was it wrong for Eddie to use his son so easily, knowing that Buck was as wrapped around Chris’ finger to the degree that nearly rivaled himself? Probably. Could Eddie bring himself to care? Nope.

Especially not when Chris basically launched himself into Bucks arms, completely overjoyed that Buck was here for a “surprise sleepover”.

Dinner had gone off without a hitch, with Chris easily dominating most of the conversation, rattling off facts, figures, stories from school, information about his friends, and Buck had eaten it up.

Eddie had found himself staring at Buck—more than once—with a little bit of a dopey look on his face, he was sure, as Buck got more and more animated, making Christopher laugh, telling stories of his own, and he hadn’t even bothered to look away when Buck caught him staring.

Buck was a blusher. Eddie loved it.

Now, though, Chris had disappeared to brush his teeth and put on his pajamas, and Eddie and Buck were working in companionable quiet as they started to clean the table.

"You know, if Taylor being at my apartment means I get to spend the evening with my two favorite guys...” Buck said with a smile, closing the fridge as he leaned against it, keeping an ear out for Chris as he turned the faucet in the bathroom on. “...I’ll have to invite her over next time.”

Eddie shrugged, gesturing vaguely with a spoon, though he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he rose a brow. “Buck, you know you don’t need excuses, right? You’re allowed to like this. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I am as wrapped around your finger as you are Chris’s.”

Buck was blushing again, and that was all the encouragement Eddie needed to step forward, his arms wrapping around Buck as Buck started to speak again. “You... you know the feeling is mutual, right?” he asked, and Eddie felt himself light up. “And I... don’t really want to wait for a next time to spend some time with you either.”

Buck wasn’t sure which God was on his side, but either way, he was immensely thankful that Chris didn’t barge in until long after Eddie and Buck had separated, even if they were still breathing a little heavily.

The next unexpected visit, it turns out, was only four weeks and three planned dates later.

Buck had had many a sleepless night after the tsunami, but after the lawsuit, his nightmares had become even worse, more intense, more real. There were nights where he had to tell himself, ten times, that Chris was okay, that he was alive, and then there were nights like tonight, where he let the fear outweigh the guilt and he called Eddie.

(It was probably telling that he was never afraid of his own death—only Chris’. If he had a therapist, he would probably bring that up, but... well, therapy had never been a great idea for Buck before.)

To his credit, Eddie hadn’t let it ring even twice before picking up.

“Buck, Chris is okay. He’s okay. You saved him, Buck, and I can never thank you enough for that.”

“Ed—he was right there, and I lost him, and I—”

“He is okay. Buck, seriously, he’s okay. Here, you should come over. See for yourself?”

“What? No.” Buck may have been coming out of a nightmare, but even then, he knew not to risk disturbing Eddie more than he absolutely had to.

“Buck, whatever thoughts are swirling around in that head, you better, get your admittedly very attractive ass over here right now.”

...well, he couldn’t argue with that.

Eddie could feel his heart break when he opened the door, though, and got an armful of puffy eyed, apologetic Buck in response. They quietly made their way over to Chris’ room and then to Eddies own, where he made no short work of Buck’s apologies, kissing him soundless every time he tried.

At the end of the night, Buck wasn’t sure what had helped him sleep better—seeing Chris alive and well, or spending his night in Eddie’s arms, wrapped up tight enough that he couldn’t break free even if he tried.

Not that he would.

“Hi Buck!”

“Hi Christopher!”

Buck was all smiles as he swooped in to scoop Christopher into a big bear hug, leaning over to kiss Eddie’s cheek as he let Chris back down to the ground and they started walking back to the car. “How was school, buddy?” He asked, easily going into idle listening mode as Eddie’s hand slipped into his. It was an early release day for Christopher, and he had all but demanded that they spent the afternoon hanging out together—and it was moments like these that reminded Buck about how lucky he was, swinging his hand in Eddie’s like a teenager as they walked back to the car, Chris eagerly leading the way.

Honestly, if anything, the fact that a date night for Buck was now spending a night at the museum with his boyfriend and his kid (instead of in a club, or at a bar, or doing something he probably wouldn’t remember the next day) really was a testament to his own personal growth. No drinking, no drugs, no questionable sex with questionable people in questionable locations—just a nerdy firefighter and his kid.

Dinner consisted of hot dogs and pretzels and soda, and somehow Chris was outpacing them on energy as they wandered through the exhibits. Buck never quit being amazed at just how much Chris knew—hell, Buck was an adult and he still didn’t know the difference between a Monet painting and a Manet painting—but Chris was like the little brainiac Energizer bunny, his energy only weaning after they got home and demanded Buck read him two whole stories for bedtime, and Buck was feeling selfish enough to allow himself a few moments with Chris, sleeping on his shoulder, before he tucked the boy in for the night.

“I’m gonna get going.”

“You don’t have to, you know?”

Eddie kept his voice low as Buck slid Chris’ door shut, his arms finding their way around Buck’s waist on autopilot, easily masking the twinge of annoyance he felt when Buck had the audacity to look surprised.

“What do you mean?”

If he ever met that Abby chick, he was going to give her a piece of his mind.

“I mean you don’t have to leave. You can stay, sweetheart. I… well, I want you to stay, but I always want you to stay, so I’m a little biased. But you can stay as long as you want, whenever you want.”

It was better, he hoped, to be direct, because Buck obviously didn’t get the hint after so many subtle cues. Hell, Eddie had given him a key after their third official date, and all Buck had commented was how glad he was to have it, in case of emergencies. Unfortunately, the fact that Buck seemed dumber then a box of rocks didn’t seem to count as an emergency.

His argument seemed to be well received tonight, at least, because Buck smiled shyly as he looked up to Eddie, his own arms sliding around the other males shoulders.

“You’re sure I won’t bother you and Chris, right? You really want me to stay tonight?”

“Of course I do.” Eddie said. For the rest of your life, he managed to keep inside.

“Buck, you know you’re always welcome here, right?”

“Yes, Eddie.”

“And you know we love having you here, and we generally hate it when you leave.”

“I get it, Eddie.”

“So you know—“

“Eddie, will you please let me in?”

If Buck wasn’t soaked head to toe, standing on Eddie’s doorstep, he’d probably start to think that the universe was playing a cruel joke on the both of them. It was certainly playing a cruel joke on Eddie, to be honest—they had finished a particularly grueling overnight shift just three hours ago, and he had all but begged Buck to come and get some rest at the house while Christopher was out with Carla that day, and Buck had politely but firmly refused, not wanting to trample on any of the time that he got to take for himself. It was driving Eddie crazy, to be honest—he had really thought that they had made progress on that front, that they had finally gotten to the point where Buck didn’t think he was intruding, or interrupting, or distracting, or whatever. He really had thought he had made his stance clear—that he always loved spending time with Buck, period.

Well, he was certainly never one to back down from a challenge.

“What even happened, Buck?”

“The pipe burst in the apartment above me. I got soaked through in the middle of a nap.”

“Oh, Buck.”

“It’s not funny, Eddie! I was trying to be considerate!”

“Baby, I’m not laughing. I’m just very distracted by how good you look soaking wet.”

“Eddie, I swear to god—“

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“….oh. Oh!”

“I meant what I said, you know?”

“Hmm?”

They had gotten down to the lazy, delighted moments of the evening, standing together in the shower, Buck slotted easily into Eddies arms. They were taking advantage of the last twenty minutes they had together before Chris came home, and needless to say, neither of them were exactly jumping at the idea of wearing pants again.

“We love having you here, Chris and I. And we really do hate it when you leave because you think that you have to, or you think that you’re intruding, or you think… well, whatever else that you’re thinking.”

“Eddie…”

Buck turned in his arms, pushing his wet hair back, but Eddie smothered any chance of a self depreciating comment by pressing their lips together. He didn’t pull back until he knew Buck would be breathless, panting, and dazed, and it probably wasn’t fair to fight that way, but Eddie couldn’t handle another comment about how much of a bother Buck perceived himself.

“You’re home to me, Buck. Chris too. He loves you and he looks up to you, and you drive me crazy thinking that you could be anything but welcome in our lives. Buck, I want you to move in with us. Stay. Forever.”

There was a time and a place where Buck’s self doubt would have run rampant faced with a confession like that—hell, Buck 1.0 wouldn’t even have allowed a relationship to get that far—but somehow, looking up at Eddie, nothing could be more perfect.

“You’re home to me too, Eddie.” He started, softly, a smile on his face. “And if you and Chris really wouldn’t mind—“

“It’s not just that we wouldn’t mind, though. It’s what we want. We want you to live with us, sweetheart.”

“… well, I’ve never been good at denying anything my Diaz boys want, have I?”

(Over dinner, Buck had nervously approached the topic with Chris, because no matter how sure Eddie was, Buck had to hear it for himself.

Chris got so excited he almost threw up.

Eddie considered everything about that night as a win—but the best part of all was the price, Buck, beautiful Buck, waiting for him in his—no, in their bed.)

#buddie #911 #flospeaks #edmundo diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #911onfox #fic prompt #soft fics #found family #I love them both so much #buddiefic #mutually assured devotion

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fizzingwizard · 4 years ago

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Tumblr sucks so I had to post this twice but you should still read it because I had a lot of fun writing it xD Yamato is so easy to tease omg

Today’s Digimon Adventure: 2020 episode is entitled, “Time To Bring Back Visual Kei Bands,” because that’s pretty much where WereGarurumon belongs. I know what you’re thinking, he’s a wolf man in jeans with a kind of grungy rock n roll cowboy theme, how is that visual kei?

My friend, it’s all about the NAILS.

Those perfectly manicured, PINK freaking nails.

Tto start I’ll say this episode lowers the tension significantly compared to previous ones. That’s to be expected, and doesn’t mean it’s boring. It does a lot - it lets us confirm some things about Yamato, and a couple things about Sora and Jou in relation to him as well. It is otherwise a carbon copy of episode 8 in terms of story arc. More below as usual

So this ep is Yamato/Sora/Jou main inside a Taichi/Koushirou/Mimi sandwich.

We are starting to see more of Mimi Herself, complaining and whining about the unfairness of it all. Taichi appears to have scaled this wall by himself and Mimi’s like “YOU HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY, YOU’LL PUT THE ENERGIZER BUNNY OUT OF A JOB, DO YOU WANT TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR HOMELESS BUNNIES?? HE HAS TO PROVIDE FOR HIS FAMILY”

Adding salt to the wound, Koushirou then zips up the wall like this..

zip!

The good thing about Mimi is, though she’s emotional, it’s easy to lift her spirits. She’s very in the moment. And fortunate that she has a partner who is both very patient and useful in these circumstances.

wheeeeee

Meanwhile the slightly-less-energetic group has put their heads together and decided to fly first class to their destination. I would ask where they got the basket but I’m sure I’d get the same answer as Taichi’s raft from episode 4 and Jou’s pergola from episode 7: these kids are extremely good at woodcraft and speedy

(or maybe Sora just had a giant basket in her bag, which we all understand by now is really a Bag of Holding)

While airborne they are Attacked!!! by SandYanmamon and not one but two tornadoes.

Jou: Wonderful!

(for a hot second there I mistook this for Birdramon’s line and was like “??? birdramon’s unusually sarcastic today” but of course it’s the king of morbid humor kido jou)

These Kyaromon appear out of nowhere to show off their dramatic eyeliner. Work it baby

Just when you think SandYanmamon and TWO FREAKING TORNADOES are enough, turns out there’s another threat lurking below the sand for the sole purpose of reminding us yet again “Pokemon this is not!”

SandYanmamon: Aaaaaaahhh nooooooooo i had so much living left to doooo heeeelp mommyyyyyyyyy

NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILD YOU MONSTER!!!

Cool-headed Yamato figures out that the new monster is able to track their movements under the sand. He sends the others away while he stays behind to hold off the bad guy.

The Kyaromon lead them to a cave where they meet...

ewww uuggghh noooo I hate them aaaahh make it stoppp

and also Neemon! and I’m just going to assume this is a parallel universe version of Frontier’s Neemon because it tickles me to think this is what he actually sounds and acts like and is just riding Bokumon out of pure spite

also Bearmon’s cap says “Bears.” Not bear, bears plural. I believe he’s an outcast former member of the Gummy Bears.

The Labramon look like Rainbow Brite rejects

Pictured above: First lovers’ tiff!

Neemon doesn’t know about the holy Digimon and tells the kids he is leading his group of perfectly helpless Digimon across the monster-infested desert because of the dark forces taking over everywhere. They will seek asylum with Leomon! We got our first mention of Leomon! Quick, cast your bets, how long till he dies? My guess is sooner rather than later because this seems like the kind of show that likes to kill your darlings.

Sora takes one look at this pathetic group and goes “We must go with them to protect them!” conveniently forgetting that she just got her ass kicked, but hey it’s the thought that counts

Yamato is quick to disagree.

Yamato: Did you forget that I stayed behind while you RAN AWAY? When you say let’s protect them, you mean I’M gonna be protecting them, right? RIGHT? That’s what you mean RIGHT??

(he thinks, but doesn’t say. that wouldn’t be Cool)

Yamato doesn’t want to lose sight of their mission, which is to fix things in their home world. He’s already at his limit hanging out with other human children who don’t know what they’re doing, he doesn’t want to be slowed down by freaking Bearmon. Wishy-washy Jou is like “Eh, either way sounds like death and torment to me, so...”

The interesting thing to me here is that no one’s upset. A bit surprised, I think, but Sora just stands her ground, Jou wibbles but eventually gets pumped up enough by Gomamon to decide to help her. They don’t even try much to stop Yamato from leaving which I think is what surprised me the most. I would have expected at least a vibe more like “We shouldn’t split up!” or something. If Taichi were there, maybe we’d have seen more conflict... but I’m really not sure. So far, conflict among the kids has been very low key. Even last week, the first time we saw Taichi and Yamato butt heads, to the other kids it was shocking but to a 99 Adventurer like me it was barely a kerfluffle xP

Well, anyway, the result is Sora and Jou stay with Neemon, and Yamato goes off on his own, and there is surprisingly little bad blood about any of this. They are all just getting to know each other though, so maybe that loyalty’s not quite expected yet.

Same as episode 8, Gabumon hints that there’s more to Yamato’s behavior than he lets on. He’s not just coldly abandoning his friends... except that he totally is >_> (As an adult, I don’t exactly think Yamato is wrong. I’d be more likely to agree with him than the others probably xP But these are children in a show for children, so Protecting Others and Following Your Feelings get a boost over cool rationale.)

Gabumon says Yamato should open up to the other kids. YEAH RIGHT. Yamato says “You’re all I need.” AWWWWWWWWW this wont backfire on them in a way that will wrench out my heart and tear it to a million pieces in forty episodes or so, no way

Ikkakumon becomes a Sand Boat while Birdramon covers the sky. At first I was like “hey! not a bad plan!” If they can help Neemon’s group get across the desert faster, it will be a big help even if they can’t take them further.

Of course, first they have to deal with the SandYanmamon.

Ikkakumon: Why does everyone go straight for the horn!?!

Oh, and also the two tornadoes.

Sora, standing on Birdramon’s leg: don’t look down don’t look down don’t look down

And now Sora’s on fire! That is it, I’m headcanoning it that the kids are basically invulnerable as long as they are touching their partners. THERE’S JUST NO EXPLAINING THIS

The flaming elementary school child does well until her partner is snared by the same monster from before, who turns out to be Scorpiomon. But this ain’t your momma’s Scorpimon from 99 Adventure, who was really Anomalocarimon but that was too hard to expect kids to say. This is the real Scorpiomon who is much scarier.

All of a sudden, from above!

ACTION LINES!!!

Yamato and Garurumon, both physically incapable of doing anything normally when there is a cooler, more awesome method available, drop into the battle from the air and start burning shit up.

They stand, bodies licked by blue flame, piercing eyes bright with the fever of battle, the sound of swooning fan girls echoing into the night

Garurumon does his best but Scorpiomon is a level higher so, duh, he doesn’t stand much of a chance. WHAT WILL OUR HERO DO.

Well, first, same as in episode 8, he flashes back to each of his newfound friends, gaining strength from their memory. Yamato is so sentimental it Hurts

Then his mind flashes to someone else...

... his favorite bobble head doll. No wait, that’s his round-headed baby brother, Charlie Brown.

he is infused with the power of Friendship!!!!!!!

Garurumon: What... is this feeling... so passionate... so... powerful... FFFRIENDSHIPPPPPP IS MAGIC

He then evolves into a brony into a furry in the coolest freakiest way he knows how.

WereGarurumon is basically everything the creators thought little boys like besides dinosaurs (because Taichi’s got that one covered) thrown together to make the ultimate little boy dream action figure: wolves, leather, hardware, piercings, brass knuckles, belts, skulls, scars, dog tags, and fuchsia stiletto nails

Ikkakumon: Sugoi... so shiny... oooh... blinding me...

WereGarurumon kicks Scorpiomon’s ass, it’s a cool battle scenes complete with kicks so fast his foot appears detached from his body. He then gives Yamato thumbs up.

Yamato: With nails like those the brass knuckles are kind of overkill...

Yamato dodges apologizing for going off on his own like that by saying he only came back because it’d be useful to him to have the others around as a decoy. Jou’s like FRIGGING DECOYS AGAIN??

But his dedication to remaining cool and aloof falters and he ends up telling them he’s just extra pressured to get their mission handled because he has a little brother, Takeru, living in Tokyo who is probably very scared stuck in the blackout. Sora and Jou are like “Oh, that makes sense, that’s why you’re so high strung.” They don’t point out the obvious, which is that they also have families affected by the blackout... >_>

Jou passionately thanks Yamato for being so forthcoming so early in the season and looks forward to telling Yamato about himself in the future.

The others: “But we already know all about you.”

Jou: “But HE doesn’t!”

xD look forward to it, Yamato...

It’s episode 11 and Yamato can already smile like this... I had to cap it.

Yamato: Ahh, I’m finally getting used to wearing this purple shirt. Still can’t get quite suppress the urge to cut off the sleeves though...

The other slice of bread completes our sandwich when we shoot back briefly to Taichi/Koushirou/Mimi’s group.

Taichi gets annoyed with Koushirou for the first time because of how much time Koushirou spends taking pictures of everything. Koushirou is that kid on the museum field trip who holds up the entire class reading every last word on the exhibit plaques while everyone else groans ‘cmon dude I wanna get to the dinosaurs before we go extinct too!!’

fyi I, Fizzing Wizard, was and am that slow ass kid

Mimi’s even more impatient than Taichi and in her boredom she starts touching things, because she’s never seen The Mummy.

IT’S A TRAP!!!

lol

Next ep’s trailer includes:

Andromon!!!

And Lillymon!!!

Oprah voice: You get a Perfect level and you get a Perfect level and you get a Perfect level and you get-

Yeah so, clearly everyone’s gonna get to Perfect level much quicker than in 99 Adventure, which again, it’s good they’re mixing things up. The question is, what’s next? My guess is down the line everyone will get Ultimate levels and of course, at some point we’ll see Omegamon. I wonder if there will be other Jogress possibilities? Just because it’s hard to believe evolution will stop being important, but if they’re going through both Adult and Perfect so fast it doesn’t leave much left for the rest of the season...

I give this ep a 5.5/10 for being basically a remix of episode 8, and I’m looking forward to getting new stuff for Yamato eventually. Next week’s looking to be Mimi-centric if Lillymon’s any indication, but I’ve got my fingers crossed for a few Taishiro moments anyway.

#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure reboot #digimon psi #psi spoilers #digimon #fizz watches digimon 2020

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hang-on-a-mo · 5 years ago

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Top 10 Favourite Characters

Tagged by @ilovejaskierthebard to list off ten of my favorite characters. Sorry it's so late, I did this twice and both times Tumblr ate it so I gave up for a bit lol. But here we are now, in no particular order.

1. Geralt of Rivia - Witcher 3

Catty beyond all reason. Talks to himself about the weather. White Wolf. The Continants smartest dumbass. Puns. Tries his best. Is actually really soft but don't tell him that. #ManSlut

2. Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying - The Untamed (Mo Dao Xu Shi)

Can be summed up with Wei Ying No. Sense of self preservation highly suspect. Dork level over 9000. Plays with things he really shouldn't. Like necromancy. Wei Ying No. Instant Lan Zhan trigger. Adopted brother is an ungrateful asshole. Seriously, Jiang Cheng check your priveledge. Too pure for this world. Except when he's not. Canonically a gay disaster. Bunnies.

3. Will Graham - Hannibal (TV)

A study in why emphasizing with serial killers is not a Good Idea. Spends too much time eyeballs deep in crazy. Needs a new job. And a nap. Adopts all the dogs. Murder Husband. Flannel. Allergic to socializing. Understandably. His day job literally boils down to fantasizing about brutally murdering people, a great conversation starter. Therapist is a literal cannibal. Needs a new therapist.

4. Guts - Berserk

Hundred man killer before it was cool. #ChildhoodTrauma. Actual dork. Swings big swords. Barra af. Still somehow projects Bottom Energy. Bad Life Choices. Possibly gay for his ex best friend. Who added #AdulthoodTrauma when he betrayed their boy band for demons. Revenge quest. Did I mention trauma. Reckless. Kind of an idiot but we love him anyway.

5. Sephiroth - FFVII

There's no dramatic like Over Dramatic. Needs better friends. Nothing like finding out your entire existence is a lie. Was a Hero until he was rudely shoved off the deep end. Hair porn. When they say Safer Sephiroth what they really mean is Danger Sephiroth. Butt Wings. Seven foot sword is not a euphemism. Very stabby. Mommy issues.

6. Nyx Ulric - FFXV

Spicy Galahdian meatball. 100% worth the wait. Hee-Ro. Deserves so much better. Sass master. Ex bartender. Now a fancy ass magic warrior who makes a living magically yeeting himself at things and stabbing them. For Hearth and Home. Himbo energy.

7. Obi-Wan Kenobi - Star Wars

Knight of the Sassy Order. Master of violent negotiation. Sith Lord's are his spEciAlitY. Back seat driver. Flirts with people actively trying to kill him. Obi-Wan No. Collects too many pathetic lifeforms. He is beauty, he is grace, he tends to land on his face. Absolutely savage. Hello there!

8. Superman - DC

Last dweeb of Krypton. Needs a better disguise. Except not. Who would ever suspect Clark "golly" Kent. Alien Big Dick Energy. Solar powered energizer bunny. Fan of lying by omission. And justITH. Property damage. One improper punch man. Someone teach this loser how to throw down pls god. Flyboy. Actual cinnamon roll. Every insurance companies nightmare. Supergeek. Allergic to space rocks. Frickin' laserbeams.

9. Jon Snow- GoT/ASoIaF

Jon "I'm gonna pet this fucking Dragon" Snow. Tries his best. Swings his sword sword. Steamy. The other White Wolf. Existence is a lie. Give the man a hug. And a dragon. Himbo. 28 STAB WOUNDS. Doom and gloom and drama. What happens when an introvert is forced to lead armies. Knows more than people give him credit for. Still himbo tho.

10. Leon S. Kennedy - Resident Evil

Wanted to be a cop. Got zombies instead. #Trauma. Kind of dumb. Can't drive for shit. Leon No. 101 sassy one liners. Also 101 statements of the exceedingly obvious. Needs hugs. Routinely ingests strange herbs randomly found lying around. King of fancy kicks. Somehow not a zombie yet. Cinnamon roll. Hunnigan is done. An actual disaster. Drink less, sleep more. Remake Lele, a bby boi. Both savage and adorable.

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minicoopdetat · 5 years ago

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character study.

BASICS

FULL NAME: August Levi Cooper

HOW IS IT PRONOUNCED?: August like the month, Chicken Coop- ER

IS THERE A MEANING BEHIND IT?: His mom loves a good hippy-esque name and fall is her favorite time of year. Fall’s a shitty name though and her choice was between Autumn and August, depnding on gender.

NICKNAMES: Coop. Cooper. Coop deville. Coop de Tat. Mini Coop. (( all of which he came up with))

AGE: 23.

DATE OF BIRTH: April 2.

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Salinas, ca.

HOMETOWN: Salinas, ca

LOCATION: Dayton, California

NATIONALITY: American.

EDUCATION LEVEL: BA in Biological Science.

OCCUPATION: Vet Tech at the local Animal Clinic

MENTAL CONDITIONS: Undiagnosed ADHD

PHYSICAL IMPAIRMENTS: None

ADDICTIONS: Sex. Sexting. Saying the work Fuck or any variation of it. Partying

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5′10

BODY TYPE: fuckin ripped. that’s all you need to know

EYE COLOUR: Hazel

HAIR COLOUR: Brunette

HAIR STYLE Geled and combed to bedhead perfection

STYLE: varies, very party boy chic, but can clean up well if need be.

PIERCINGS: none

TATTOOS: he has seven ‘dragon balls’ in various places ( 1:inner wrist, 2: inner wrist, 3: shoulder blade, 4: hip , 5: behind his ear, 6: back of neck 7:ass); nightwing symbol (ankle); squirtle squad shades ( coming soon )

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal. optimistic. passionate. outgoing. confident

NEGATIVE TRAITS: loud. tactless. gullible. dramatic. reckless

WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER TO BE THE BEST AND THE WORST PART OF THEIR PERSONALITY?: Best part? His confidence. It’s something he was picked at for as a kid. He was way TOO MUCH and there were times he felt bad about his high energy, but he’s grown to embrace it and wear it that EXTRANESS like a fuckin gym badge. Worst part? What do you mean worst part? It’s all great. Unless you count the part where he can get over whelmed/overstimulated. Or you know, the fact he gets conned on the regular due to his trusting nature.

ARE THEY MORE EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED?: Extroverted.

ANY TALENTS?: He’s a 3rd degree blackbelt and speaks Japanese. His epic pkmn battling skills.

WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS?: dying alone and forgotten. skeletons.

ANY ALLERGIES?: none

DO THEY HAVE ANY PHOBIAS?: not the universe its self, but the idea that one life is nothing but a speck, maybe tinier, in the grand scheme of things

WHAT IS THEIR SOFT SPOT?: friends & family. animals. underdogs. his ears and his collar bone.

LIST 3 PET-PEEVES THEY CAN’T STAND: shoes in the house. shoes in general. passive agressive behavior.

PAST

BEST MEMORY: When his entire family came out to his last soccer game to be his cheering section despite being ousted by the rest of the team. He sat the bench, due to the fight, but they made a big deal out of it anyway.

WORST MEMORY: His first panic attack. He was in 4th grade and being sent to the principal’s office. It was a rainy day, so they’d been stuck inside the entire time and gym wasn’t for another hour or so. It was the classic struggle for him and Ms. Donaldson. She wanted him to sit still and well-- he needed to move. In kindergarten, pacing around, wiggling, bouncing, all that might’ve been excusable cause Kindergarteners were little. They couldn’t help it. But a nine year old? She had trouble giving him the same leeway so to make an example of him, she sent him to the principal’s. Fine. He didn’t care until he got half way down the hall and suddenly it felt like his chest was on fire. It tightened and he found himself struggling to breathe, leaving him light headed and trembling. He thought he was fucking dying and it didn’t help that he could see a class coming from the computer lab. So rather than let anyone see him, he ducked into the nearest broom closet and shut the door. Didn’t help. It was small. Too small and he tried the door. It didn’t budge. He tried again. Nothing. The room felt like it was getting smaller and smaller, his chest tighter to the point he was sobbing and banging on the door. He was going to die in there. He was sure of it. And he had so much to do. He hadn’t finished the last Saga of DBZ. He needed to take his black belt test. He never even got to ask Chelsey C out to get ice cream and he was so so sure he could score at least a kiss on the cheek and he leaned against the door, fists slamming on the door one last time before it opened, and he tumbled out into the floor. The principal, along with a good chunk of the his class were standing there as he crumpled and curled into a ball. Two minutes. That’s how long he’d been gone and how long it took for him to derail the first half of his school year. He did his best to ignore the teasing and generally did a good job. It wasn’t his last incident, but it was certainly the worst.

BIGGEST SECRET: He could’ve been a dad a few years ago. It was a random hook up and he was scared shitless, but planned on stepping up to do the right thing. She had a miscarriage though and he still wonders what his life would be like if she hadn’t.

BIGGEST WISH: To live life to the fullest, help animals out and have a strong support system. Oh and to prove Carol Baskin murdered her husband.

BIGGEST FEAR: Dying without anyone truly seeing him. He’s accepted himself, mess and all. He refuses to let anyone change what makes him him and refuses to beg anyone to see past his loud obnoxious self, but sometimes it’s all so exhausting. the idea of dying, and being thought of as just another insignificant fuck boi is fucking crushing.

FIRST KISS: Chelsey C. at the park across the street from the ice cream shop.

FIRST LOVE: Samantha Ruiz.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND: Adam Birch. Danielle Fitzgerald

CHILDHOOD PERSONALITY: Cooper was even more loud and showy than he is now. He had the energy of five Energizer bunnies and reeked havoc on the school. He actually had a special room dedicated to him at one point that the teacher just let him get his energy out in. Most of it was positive, though there were moments he became overwhelmed, angry or distraught. At first it was seen as dramatics, but it quickly snowballed to the point his teachers were requesting medicine of some sort. His mother enrolled him in therapy and they worked on rounding out his moods. It worked well enough that he was able to get by aside from a panic attack every once and a while. Other than that, he was and still very much is a high energy guy.

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY

TURN ONS: Daddy kink. Confidence. Doe eyes. Independence. Glasses. Eye contact. Dirty Talk. Honesty. Wax play. Playful banter/teasing/laughing during sex. Having his hands restrained. Marking. Boldness. A pulse.

TURN OFFS: Bathroom play. Indifference. Judgement. Cynicism. Bullies (emotional or physical)

MISCELLANEOUS

SPEAKING VOICE CLAIM: Gregg Sulkin

SINGING VOICE CLAIM: N/A

MOTHER’S NAME: elizabeth cooper

RELATIONSHIP WITH MOTHER: His mother is his biggest supporter and he loves her to death. She was there for him when he was struggling most and let him know it was ok to be him, no matter what other people thought or felt.

FATHER’S NAME: maxwell cooper

RELATIONSHIP WITH FATHER: His relationship with his father isn’t as close as he and his mother, but they love each other and have their own way of showing it.

SIBLINGS: maxwell cooper jr (36), summer cooper (34; heartborn), dawn cooper (32), buzz cooper (30; heartborn), willow cooper (28), skye cooper (26; heartborn)

PETS: Satoshi; “foster” dog

ROLE MODELS: His parents. His brother. Joe Exotic. Goku.

FAVORITE PLACE: The animal shelter.

FAVORITE ANIMALS: White Tigers. Otters.

FAVORITE BOOKS: Most comics. The Giver.

FAVORITE MOVIES: Most of the Bond Movies. Hunger Games. Clue. Cabin in the Woods.

FAVORITE MUSIC: Anything by Usher. Childish Gambino. Doja Cat. MJ. Anything and everything really.

FAVORITE FOOD: Mexican. Steak. Crab Rangoon. THE RANGOON MOTHER.

QUIRKS

ARE THEY RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED?: Left Handed

WHAT’S A WORD THAT’S ALWAYS ON THEIR LIPS?: Fuck. DIck. Fuck Me.

WHAT LANGUAGES DO THEY SPEAK?: English and Japanese

DO THEY CURSE?: Excessively.

WHAT’S THEIR WORST HABIT(S)?: Talks about his dick too much. Clicks his tongue. Can’t sit still long periods of time. Trusts anyone and everyone.

DO THEY DRINK OR SMOKE? HOW FREQUENTLY?: Yes, but not often.

ARE THEY AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL?: Both. But leans toward Night Owl.

HOW TIDY IS THEIR ROOM?: Incredibly tidy as is the rest of his place.

HOW LONG TO THEY USUALLY TAKE GETTING READY?: About an hour on a good day. He’s got a routine and he doesn’t sacrifice quality for speed.

#::|| headcanon ||::#::|| character study ||::

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thatsnotwhoifuckingam · 6 years ago

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Corrupting the Corrupt - Ch 3

It’s been a while but an update was necessary for this story that started as a prompt from a fellow Tumblr blog! There’s more to come but I’m already working on Chapter 4. Come see what’s going on with Father Cas and Dean the ex-gigolo.

Chapter 1 can be found here.

Chapter 2 can be found here.

Chapter three in it’s entirety can be found here. Excerpt below.

Tags: smut, angst, fluff, DeanxCas, DeanxOFC

Characters: Castiel, Dean, Charlie, Mick Davies, Original Female Character

Cas had been on the phone with Charlie for an hour already arguing about letting her fix him up with one of her "many available gay dudes". She was like a dog with a bone about getting him paired up with someone and it was making him nuts. His fingers scratched at the week old beard he'd been growing, before mindlessly smoothing it with an open palm.

"Charlie, look, I just don't know. Some guy hit on me at the bookstore the other day and it was the most awkward encounter. I acted like such an idiot that I still panic when I hear the bells chime at work. A blind date sounds like a terrible idea." He was grasping at anything really that would get her to let it go, but he was unsuccessful.

"Castiel Novak, you're still pining after that hot piece of ass you defiled, aren't you?" The irritation in her voice was clear and Cas cringed at her intuition. She had him.

"I'm pretty sure he was already defiled, Char, and don't call him a piece of ass. There's always a story behind that kind of a struggle and we don't know what was going on to push him down that road." he said quietly.

"Sounds like a priest kink to me." Cas groaned at her words. He knew she was right but hearing Dean's voice last week was making it even harder to let go of what never would be.

"Look, just introduce me to your friends. I can't possibly go on a blind date without having a panic attack, but I can have dinner with you and your...eligible bachelors." He cringed as he spoke and Charlie squealed.

"OH CAS, You're not going to be sorry . I promise. Let me make a phone call and then I know EXACTLY who I'll introduce you to.You have hobbies in common and if I was straight, I'd hit it. " She laughed at her own joke as Cas' heart swelled a bit. They'd become friends so quickly but he'd needed her special brand of relaxed exuberance. He loved his red headed energizer bunny.

"Ok, ok, but if this doesn't work you have to leave me be for a while. Deal?" She squealed in response and despite himself, Cas had to chuckle at the little happy noises she was making. "Ok Char, I've got to go. The store isn't going to open itself." He reminded her that he loved her and she did the same before dropping the call.

Flopping onto the couch, he rubbed his hands over his face. "What the hell am I doing?" he spoke the words into the air and his phone went off as if answering. Charlie had already checked in with "the hottest hot to ever hot" whomever that was. He thought for just a beat about meeting tonight, she was obviously anxious to get them together. Reluctantly he responded, "Sure. Meet you at the Thai place on the corner at 7 after I close up." when he hit send, his stomach flopped over. This could either go really well or really not well and right now, he didn't care. He just didn't want to make a fool out of himself.

Stopping in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the front door, he gave himself one last look. It'd taken him a while to figure out his own personal style since he actually had choices but he'd finally gotten there. His dark hair was messy but clean, scruffy beard, dark t-shirt and jeans that hugged but didn't look like they were made for an emo teenager, his doc martens were a throw back though. Decades old, he'd always kept them in the back of his closet at the parsonage but never thought he'd wear them again. They were worn and creased and gave him a sense of who he used to be. Grabbing a thin grey cardigan off the coat rack, he threw it on and headed out the door, making a mental note to patch the elbow before that tiny hole got any bigger.

Go read the rest at the link above!

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#supernatural #fanfic #destiel #priest kink #fluff #angst #smut

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dumbass-in-a-hoodie · 6 years ago

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sorry in advance for the long post

I take fencing as a sport and it is... an experience.

Yes, trying to stab each-other with swords type fencing. I suck at it. But that’s a different story.

so it all starts when you get to the place. My ‘fencing hall’ is a tiny-ass room with strips on the floor and a dressing room in the back.

So first things first, warm up. Should be easy, right? oh hell no. Having social anxiety, I find myself a corner to lurk in. Meanwhile, the kid who’s two feet taller than me is jogging halfheartedly back and forth across the room. The girl next to me is twisting herself into a fucking pretzel, that other kid is practicing advancing and retreating, and stabbing at thin air, which makes him look like a delusional crab. and of course there’s that group of kids that’s just sort of hiding in the back on their phones, but those kids are everywhere.

Then comes the drills. oh god the drills. If you’re especially unlucky, it’s a footwork day. now before I go any further, I have to explain how fencing works. You start in an ‘on guard’ which basically means doing a strange squat and staying in that position for extended periods of time. You move in ‘advances’ and ‘retreats’, which, as previously mentioned, make you look like a crab. it’s basically staying on guard, and moving one foot at a time. Lunging is where you basically jump forward in an attempt to stab the other person. Anyway, back to drills. one of the most painful drills I have ever had to do was ‘find a partner (which usually gets interesting, due to the aforementioned social anxiety), get on guard, and one person takes a sort of halfhearted step every three or four seconds while the other person bounces in and out like the fucking energizer bunny.’ Switch out every five fucking minutes. I don’t know how many of y’all have done a squat, but you probably know it starts to hurt after like 30 seconds. Now imagine, squatting, for five minutes, while moving constantly, and also trying to fake stab another person.

And all of that’s before you even get the weapons.

“Go get dressed,“ they say. “We’re going to go do some duels,“ they say.

And now I must explain the absolute sweat oven that is what you have to dress in for fencing. First up, a plastic plate that you have to tie around your neck and chest (so, y’now, getting stabbed hurts less) second is like this weird sleeve thing that goes on your dominant hand, then this fuhcking canvas jacket, which at the place has no orderly sizing system, so its a mixed bag and it takes like 10 minutes to find the right size, then once you do, the zipper is usually fucked up, so that takes longer. There’s also this weird leg loop thing that’s a pain in the ass, but whatever. and there’s a cord that runs from your hand, under the jacket, and down and around to your hip, although theres no fucking place to put it. then there’s the glove that traps even more heat than a winter mitten

oh yeah and the motherfucking beekeeper. helmet.

Y’all thought I was joking? nah son, I put one of these over my facial area. and when I take it off it looks like I went swimming.

Anyways, then there’s the weapon. a sword. it doesnt have the pointy end, but it doesn’t really pull any punches. Its a metal tip that pushes down and makes a thing light up to show if you hit the other person or not. it’s hard to explain. there’s a thing called a pistol grip on the sword, and long story short my hand cramps up after a few minutes and I can’t write for the next three days.

then comes the actual fencing. so this is how it works. You find a partner, you find a strip (marked out with grooves on the floor. its literally just a strip of floor) And then to track the points, remember that cord? yeah. One end hooks into the sword hilt, one hooks into basically a giant retractable dog leash, there’s one on each end of the strip, and a light lights up accordingly for whoever wins the point. it’s complicated. so once that’s set up, the two advance and retreat and try to stab each-other.

Whenever I try to stab, I have a tendency to stab up instead of down, so the end of my blade starts to get bent out of shape. My partner will then remark, ‘hold up, your weapon isn’t straight.’

and it takes all of my willpower to reply with ‘neither am I’

so anyways

each bout takes about 15 minutes, then you grab a new partner and start again.

then there’s lessons. The two ‘coaches’ pull kids off to the side to go over footwork & stuff. and these are usually pretty intensive, so you extract yourself from the sweatbox except for helmets and glove. (they aren’t stabbing you back, so it’s safe.) The only annoying thing is one of the coaches likes to say ‘that a girl’ and other shit. If you haven’t guessed from the url, I’m not a fucking girl, m8. I mean, sometimes, sure, but something about working out usually tips the geder’o’meter to boy. (Although my gender is fucking useless so idk.)

so yeah. that’s fencing for ya.

once, someone was trying to fix my blade and he straight up snapped it because he bent it too far, so that was interesting.

anyways, yeah.

#fencing #sports are haard

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euphoricdr3ams · 8 years ago

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Shy Hearts (1/2)

Genre: Fluff and Light Angst Pairing: Lisa x Female Reader Word Count: 1.2k

“(Y/N), come on. You’ve been on that phone all day. Come and hang out with me.” Lisa whined.

“We’re hanging out right now.” you blankly stated. Lisa pouted. She was always on the needy side. She wanted your attention. Lisa got up and marched to your side of the room.

“Get up. It’s a beautiful day outside. I won’t let you waste it talking to sleazy guys on tinder.” She grabbed your phone.

At this point, there was no use in arguing. You groaned lifting yourself off the mattress. Lisa had a wide grin. She patiently waited for you to come out of the shower. The blonde scrambled through the dresser. She had to dress to impress. Maybe today you would notice her feelings. You were her roommate. Junior year dorming together for college. Lisa didn’t expect to be her third year of college falling for someone. Especially, not a girl.

“I guess, you're right. It is beautiful outside.” You inhaled the fresh air.

“See, Let's go for a walk downtown. Today is Larkfest.” Lisa wrapped her arm around yours as you both strolled downtown to the park. You gave her questioning look.

“Larkfest is the town annual celebration to start the beginning of fall. There’s food, games, and beer. I’m surprised you never went.”

“You know I can be anti-social sometimes.” You said waiting for the light to change at the corner.

“That’s why it great you have me around. “ Lisa shyly held to your hand. You both leisurely strolled downtown.

A few minutes later, You arrived. There was everything from live music to face painting. Lisa pulled you in the direction of the multiple street vendors. All of the food looked so delicious. You had a hard time trying to figure out what to eat. The both of you finally decided on fried chicken. You paid for the meal before Lisa could even protest.

“You always buy food for my all nighters. It’s my treat.” Lisa let it go. There was a shady spot under the tree on the lawn. It had a perfect view of the trees changing colors. Lisa pulled out the blanket from her bag.

“Here you go, my queen.” you sat down and smiled back up at her. Lisa giggled at you. The food was consumed as quickly as you got it. The decision was made to sit for a while. You placed your head on her lap. Lisa gently combed her finger through your hair. The conversation flowed naturally. Lisa was wrapped up in (Y/N). She became startled when (Y/N) suddenly. Lisa shifted her head in the direction you were looking at. Jooyoung was walking closer to your shady spot. Lisa rolled her eyes and silently groaned. “Of course, He would show up. We were having such a good time.” She thought to herself.

“Hey Jooyoung“ You motioned him to sit down. “What are you doing here?”

“I was staying at my friends for the night. He lives a few blocks away from here.” Jooyoung pointed in the direction of his friend's place. “(Y/N), How did you get here?”

“Lisa took me. It’s nice. We were just laying under the tree being lazy.” you laughed.

“We are gonna get face painted. After, we are going in the inflatable bounce house.” Lisa replied. There was irrational in her voice but, you barely noticed.

“I see well, I’ll see you later,” Jooyoung replied. You may have not noticed her annoyance but he got the hint. You waved goodbye as he stood up and left. Lisa went back to lazily running her fingers through your hair. “He left. Now I can go back to my date in peace.” She thought. You were anti-social but, for some reason, the boys still tried to get with you. That bothered Lisa. Every time she tried to get close to you. Every time she tried to gain the courage to admit her feelings. There was always some guy trying to take you away from her.

“Lisa, let's head over to the bounce house.” You asked looking up at her face. She smiled back at you. Lisa began to pack up your makeshift picnic. During the walk, Lisa held onto your arm. You used to her always being on you. You just took at as part of her nature. Jennie has hinted that Lisa might have feelings for you. You quickly brush her off when she asked you. Why would Lisa like you? Lisa always talked about guys. Even if she did like girls what makes you so special. It's not like you are the only one she is like this with. (Y/N) just took as Jennie trying to stir some drama within their friend group.

“They have face painting.” Lisa pointed to the options available. ”You would look so cute as a dog.”

You sat down in the chair. Lisa proceeded to take out her phone to record. Lisa squealed as she finished. Your face turned towards the mirror.

“You should get a bunny. Since you are always so energized and lively.”

“You don't think, I should get the bunny because I'm cute.” Lisa teased.

“Of course, you should get it because you're cute.” You said in a matter of fact way. You got up from the chair and looked around the park. The artist almost thought to ask Lisa what's wrong. Her expression had dropped after realizing that you didn't catch her flirting with you. When you turned back to her Lisa had a big smile plastered on her face. Lisa insisted that they take pictures in the photobooth. Of course, your poses were goofy and cute. Lisa even placed a small kiss on your cheek for the photo. Similar to the way you see on Instagram. You grabbed your photos. Unfortunately, by the time you got to the bouncy house, it was closing. You were disappointed But at least you were able to win a prize. It was a small stuffed bunny. Lisa historically laughed at the irony. The cab ride back was nice. Lisa placed her head on your shoulder

“Lisa,” you called her attention. “You were right this was way better than talking to guys on tinder.”

“See, you should listen to me more often.” She pulled you into a hug as you hoped in the shower.

The rest of the night was spent on the couch watching old Disney classics. It's Lisa’s guilty pleasure. She could sing the songs for hours. You glanced at your phone taking note of all the tinder messages. Lisa noticed your attention was pulled away from the movie. There was a long sigh. Lisa paused the movie ready to hear you out.

“I feel as though I'm wasting my time with all of these tinder guys. I try and try but the conversation just goes nowhere. There must be something wrong me. I'm gonna try a different approach. The hot sorority girls sealants get the guys. It's not fair. ”

Lisa wanted to scream how much she cared for you. How much she loved you. How perfect you would be together. How amazing you two would be. How you didn't need to change to fit the stereotypical college girl. Despite all of these thoughts ass she could manage to say was.

“Guys, are usually a waste of time but, for some reason, we still try even though it's hopeless. Let's promise if we don't find boyfriends by 23. We would date each other.” she winked. Inside cursing herself for not taking advantage of the perfect moment. You smiled back and turned on the movie. “At least I’ll always have your friendship.” Lisa reflected wondering if this whole thing was a waste of time as well.

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himbowelsh · 7 years ago

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golden five when one of them is sick? also which one is more prone to catching illnesses?

WINNIX

nix gets hangovers a lot, but he’s pretty resilient when it comes to things like colds and flus.

when it comes to taking care of each other while they’re down, it’s usually dick looking after nix. usually he’s hungover, or has some other digestive/metabolic ailment. nix frequently finds himself on the receiving end of dick’s care.

don’t get him wrong, he loves it, but sometimes he can’t help feeling like a burden.

dick is just as resilient as nix. he doesn’t get sick easily, and when he does, he tries to work though it. he’s not unreasonable, however, and doesn’t work past his limits.

whenever dick gets sick, nix rises to the challenge. he sees it as his personal responsibility to make sure dick is looked after. nix isn’t great at taking care of others, but he’ll do his best for dick’s sake.

dick wants soup? nix will get him soup from the best place in town. he needs pillows? nix will go out and buy him new pillows. he’s looking for tissues? nix gets him ten boxes.

it takes him a while to realize that what helps dick the most is just having him there to look after him and seeing how much he cares.

SPEIRTON

oh god, when lip gets sick, speirs goes full-on Mama Bear mode

lip is actually pretty prone to getting sick. he’s had a shaky immune system since he was little, and also the nasty habit of overworking himself. you get one really bad bout of pneumonia, and you wind up with weakened lungs and a tendency towards chest infections.

he get’s sleepy when he’s sick. he’ll pass out for days, in and out in a sort of feverish state. he’s only half-conscious of what’s going on, but you can bet your ass speirs will be with him every second he can.

speirs doesn’t get sick??? like, lip has seen him sick maybe once, and that wasn’t even an actual sickness, just a really bad bout of food poisoning. he skates through flu season unscathed. voted most likely to survive the next plague.

he doesn’t like being taken care of when he’s sick. he’s like lip in that he’ll sort of go into hibernation, but he’ll hide. you know how a sick dog goes somewhere isolated to die? that’s speirs, except hopefully he won’t die. he just doesn’t want to see anyone, and doesn’t want to force his sick self on people either.

(lip would be more than happy to take care of speirs when he’s sick. he’s not sure when he’ll get the opportunity, but one day. one day he’ll seize it, and he will make the most of it. mama lip will enter full mama mode. he’s waiting and he’s ready.)

BABEROE

gene is good with sick people. he has to be. it’s kind of his job.

when babe is sick, he gets feverish. it doesn’t matter what he has. does he have a cold? the flu? a stomach bug? did he get caught in the rain for, like, three minutes. boom. fever.

gene is frequently exasperated by babe’s weak immune system, but at this point he’s used to it enough that he just handles it.

he’s the best at taking care of sick people. like, you can’t get better than gene roe.

“geeeeene... my head hurts. i don’t feel good...”

gene puts up with his whining with little complaint, because at least babe’s just as sweet when he’s sick as he is needy.

“thank you... i love you... you take such good care of me...”

meanwhile, when gene gets sick (which happens rarely) The World Is Coming To An End.

he needs to be looked after, and babe... babe is going to do his best.

he’s not great at taking care of people. he burns soup, and he mixes up medicines sometimes. he’s kind of a trainwreck but he does his best. when it comes to looking after gene, he’ll go everything he can.

WEBGOTT

okay, david webster is a useless sharkboy

he doesn’t handle sickness well. either with him or around him. he just... doesn’t know what to do, okay?

he’s sort of a hypochondriac, and when he does get sick he’s not the type of person to just walk it off/power through it. he’s used to being looked after. he enjoys it.

he whines, even though he’ll deny it later on. “can you get me a blanket? can i have some water, please? can you find the aspirin for me?”

meanwhile, liebgott Does Not Do sickness.

he just... does not acknowledge it, and does not let it slow him down. he could be sweating out a hundred-and-five degree fever and have both airways completely blocked, and still report to work as normal. he has to be sent home and told to slow down, or else he literally won’t stop.

when it comes to actually getting sick, though, lieb is like iron man. he catches something once a year, maybe?? he’s way more likely to hurt himself doing something stupid than to catch a cold. web’s more delicate, however -- plus he plays it up whenever he is sick.

lieb will mock web for being overdramatic when he’s got a simple cold. when he’s really sick, however, lieb’s Caretaker Mode is activated in full force. he’ll be gentle, caring, and unexpectedly nurturing.

(it’s kind of weird. no one expects liebgott to have that side of him, so anytime he’s like, “nah, i can’t go out tonight, web’s sick so i need to help keep his fever down and make sure he’s drinking enough juice...” anyone who doesn’t know him gets real surprised.)

LUZTOYE

when it comes to sickness, george luz is like the energizer bunny. he catches things, but he works them off fast. he can be sick for one day, and the next he’s almost completely better.

joe is a worrier. he fusses, and he can’t really help it. when george get’s sick, he hovers -- he’s there to look after him however he needs it.

(usually this involves cuddling. george is a cuddlebug when he’s sick, and craves physical contact. if joe has to hold a feverish body close or massage an upset stomach, he’s happy to do it for george’s sake.)

he’ll also get stern with george. if he’s trying to push himself when he’s not totally well, or if he’s not taking the medicine/fluids he needs to be, joe will make sure he does it.

as much as joe might mama bear others, he’s crap at taking care of himself. he pushes past it whenever he’s sick -- he doesn’t let it slow him down one bit. he’s like liebgott, just less angry and more sulky.

joe has one weakness, and that’s other people. he’ll be convinced to lie down and rest if it’s spun in a way that makes it seem like it can help them. if george tries to coax him to rest, joe will do it for his sake.

(sometimes george has to get strict. “for god’s sake, stop being stupid and lie down! take your damn pills. you wanna get better, or you feel like being stuck in bed for another week?”)

#headcanons #webgott #speirton #luztoye #baberoe #winnix #Anonymous

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native-daughter · 8 years ago

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Infinite Money

My friend HAH came up with this symbol on my middle finger to represent Infinite Money. Check her out, she’s an amazing artist and visionary - www.hahcouture.com

And as only my second tattoo, both happening in my 30th year - I got it permanently stamped on my body right where I can see it every single day.

Money is Time. We spend money and we spend time. We spend our time making money, and if and only IF there is an abundance of money, can we spend our money making time. To “buy time”- that is a luxury that very few of us can afford.

A couple of years ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed of giving the concept of money this much symbolic meaning in my life, much less this much real estate where I will look at everyday for the rest of my life. In fact, I hated money… I had hated it all my life. Growing up lower middle class, there never seemed to be enough of it no matter how hard we worked. This created an elaborate story in my psyche. A story of unworthiness and lack, a story that made “money” the bad guy and me the innocent victim of evil money and perpetual scarcity.

The truth about not having enough money is that you become trapped in a cycle that stifles out any bigger and brighter flames that would inspire a sense of fullness in life. This is what made me hate money in the first place. You become trapped in “survival mode” and your only thoughts are on HOW you are going to get the money you need to pay the massive pile of bills you have. It’s exhausting, takes a huge toll on your body, and mostly on your spirit. When your mind is focused on how there isn’t enough and how in the world you are going to attain more, there is little to no room for creative insight to flow through you, and it becomes very painful.

In reality, the truth is, as we are all well aware - there are far too few people with way too much of it - more than could be spent in ten lifetimes, while the overwhelming majority of us have way too little of it- not even enough to consistently support this lifetime.

And yes, money is also the reason things are so fucked in the world. It’s the reason why we as Americans are so disconnected from ourselves, our world, our spirits, NATURE. The constant chase for money, being in survival mode, and the illusion of fulfillment through material possessions keeps us trapped in a never-ending cycle, blinded, and not having enough TIME to stop and question all of it. The speeding up of TIME with the speed in which we must live our lives because there isn’t enough TIME to work the hours we need to work to make the MONEY we need, in order to take care of our families, do laundry, wash the car, pay taxes, walk the dog, and find a little time on Sunday afternoon to maybe garden or have dinner with friends. Oy! I’m exhausted just typing it…

We are expected to be these super human energizer bunnies pushing ourselves to our limits, full capacity, never having a moment to slow down, check in with spirit, and express our deeper selves through making art we could otherwise find TIME to create. Most of us are by default, through no fault of our own, suffocating our spirits unintentionally to live in this physical world because of how much it can cost to simply exist. Need I even mention the pharmaceutical industry and how unhealthy and further out of touch we are kept from our own bodies and our own real sense of healing for the greed of a select few… I won’t even go there, because already I digress…

“Money is the root of all Evil “ a little dogmatic and Christian for my taste but absolutely true nonetheless…

My point is- while all of this is true, CHANGE YOUR MIND- CHANGE YOUR LIFE. A couple years ago I got SO sick of the story I was telling myself about my financial worthiness based on my past. A story that was created so long ago that I held onto which was only serving to disempower myself from making any actual change in my reality. I decided I was completely capable of rewriting this story and worthy of obtaining the things in life I wanted.

I started telling myself this, instead of the other. It’s really that simple…and actually not simple at all, because the thing about training our mind to tell ourselves a new story is that we have to believe it. We have to feel into our truth and the version of ourselves we want, as if it were already in existence. We have to believe it into reality and this is the tricky part. We have to FEEL what it feels like to have what we want before it actually manifests, which is a hard thing to do when you have never experienced a certain feeling you want to feel. But that’s how it will come. So, you have to take baby steps and show gratitude for all the teeniest tiniest ways you might begin to feel that feeling, and it will grow from there. It’s exercising a new brain muscle where doubt and worry have no place. I still struggle with it myself everyday, but just reminding myself that the power is mine, and the power starts with deciding in my mind how I want it to be, and then seeing it that way no matter how ridiculous or far away from current reality it may seem.

As children, this is the nature of our beings. There was a healthy amount of naivety that kept everything magical and made everything possible. Then we grow up and life shows us that it doesn’t always work out the way we want it to - and thats when doubt starts to come in. But FUCK THAT. Maintain a healthy amount of childlike naivety and continue to believe in the most ridiculous thing because our belief in that ridiculous thing is the sole way in which it is going to happen.

So, thats what I did to change my money story. And it works for any other story I want to create as well…it just takes practice. Fast forward to now, 2 years later, money comes to me so much easier than it ever has. Now, for the next trick…figuring out how to actually hold on to it a little better !! (Neptune in 2nd House karma…yikes! haha) I still work my ass off for it, but I have a different relationship with it. I no longer look at it as the enemy and the thing holding me back from my dreams. I honor it, I make altars for it, I meditate about it, and I show gratitude for any amount of it that comes to me. I also realize its just a thing, like anything else. It doesn’t mean more to me than the things that truly matter to me, but it helps me find peace and security so that my focus can shift into those things that truly and deeply fill my cup ALL THE WAY UP. I haven’t changed or become greedy - I just see money as a tool. A tool I need to use everyday, and as an artist, I love my tools because they help me CREATE.

Money is a tool of abundance. One definition of abundance is “overflowing fullness.” We feel full when all sides of our beings are nurtured. Money won’t make you happy, that is a fact, but neither will not ever having enough of it, and staying in constant survival mode. It’s about finding the balance to where its not running our lives - one way or the other. It comes and goes, and the physical money itself is not all that important - its the freedom and ease it can bring into our lives - thats what I want to obtain. We can’t eat money and we can’t take it with us to our graves when we go. There is no spiritual credit or actual worthiness in how much of it we have. So in my humble opinion, stock piling it as if it were our life source feels pointless. But setting goals, fueling our dreams, and living a life that supports our happiness is the reason I have changed my mindset on money, because as much as I wish we could go back to the barter system, we aren’t so we still need it. It’s about finding the balance, and the right relationship with it so that we can maintain “overflowing fullness” in all the ways that support our truest selves, so that we can ultimately shine, without doubt, worry, and stress, and share our light with the rest of the world.

And now, this reminder is permanently stamped on my middle finger - giving a big “FUCK YOU” to scarcity mentality, doubt, and worry. In faith that, all the abundance and the overflowing fullness in life will always come to me, as long as I believe it to be true..

In the words of one of the baddest B’s, the High Priestess, Rihanna…. Bitch betta have my MONEY !!!

...Infinite Money is Infinite Time to Create the Magic that is Infinite Abundance in every aspect Infinitely FULL is Intimately HeARTful + Cup Overfloweth...

#bitchbettahavemymoney infinitemoney infinitetime abundance gratitude infiniteflow infinitelyfull

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