#i owe skateboarding everything

[were-my-demons-hide]

Tomorrow I will overcome my anxiety and go to a new skatepark! It is at the beach. It will be warm and sunny. The park will be crowded. But I need to push myself and get better at handling people!

Let's go me! Do what you love. ♡

[19calicos]

i know where to look – kuroo tetsurō ˎˊ˗

✶⋆.˚ chapter 1: call an ambulance! ( 𖦹 )

now playing: humility by gorillaz ft. george benson

cw: weed, skate injuries, 1 blood mention, a bit of overthinking

deep breaths: in, and out. the first lesson anyone learns in skateboarding is that the board can smell fear. hesitate and you'll eat shit, and they've eaten shit loads of times in the past couple days – the bruises and aches in their joints speak for themselves.

they blinked and two hours already passed, but they could live in this moment forever. everything was just right; suna was on aux with some mellow tunes at a relaxed volume, the night breeze was gentle and cool on their cheeks, and the lights of the library cast a peaceful glow on their friends watching from below. the staircase was their runway, and the library courtyard was their oyster.

“you got this yn!” noya called out, jumping up and down and pumping his board in the air. atsumu and suna were sat on their own boards while osamu held his phone up, recording them. yn insisted this would be their last try for the night and that this was gonna be the one that they land, and begged him to record this attempt.

“i’m gonna be honest, i don’t know how the fuck yn hasn’t broken their ankles yet. they’ve taken some crazy falls,” atsumu commented, cheek rested in his right palm while his left hand toyed with his shoelaces.

osamu shrugged in response. “it’s funny, they’re terrified of talking to people they don’t know but not of landing boneless from that high up.”

another deep breath and yn backed up a couple more steps. the world was crystal clear before them, from the way the tape of their board felt in their hands, all rough on the tips of their fingers, to the way their feet dug into their shoes, stinging ever so lightly from all the times they landed that night. they were floating on cloud 9, and now they were about to fly.

one, two, and they’re in a running start.

three, four, and they’re rolling on their board.

five, six, and they’re in the air, hand holding onto the middle of their deck.

seven, eight, nine, ten, and they’re soaring. the world is still for a moment, and they can see all of the library and the courtyard before them. they catch sight of their friends below, eyes alight at the sight because they know that this is the one they're going to land.

they landed with a solid clatter on two feet, the immense momentum rolling them quickly across the courtyard with their hands raised triumphantly in the air. they looked back at their friends cheering for them and mirrored their smiles – until they were interrupted by a crash that knocked them off their board and turned the world sideways. 

“ow, what the fuck!” someone yelled, followed by the sound of yn’s board crashing somewhere. they wouldn’t be surprised if their board broke with how much force it flew with, but for now they focused on sitting upright and blinking back the sting of their fall.

oh, they crashed into a bench. at least they landed the trick and got it on video too. they helped themselves onto their feet and jogged towards the direction of the yell and the crash.

before them were three guys around their age, two with weird hair and another with glasses. the tall one with black hair was on the ground, holding his head while the other two’s jaws were dropped. yn’s own eyes widened and they ran over, panic rising in their chest.

oh, fuck. it’s the guy from section that they saw from their peripherals and thought was kinda cute. and he is cute up close, with his dark messy hair, but this wasn’t the time to get nervous over their proximity to him.

“fuck, oh my god, fuck are you okay? i’m so sorry! oh my god, we have to call an ambulance or something what the fuck,” they immediately spilled, kneeling to his level to check the damage. there was no blood thankfully, but his chances of a concussion were high.

the voice of suna reached them from a few feet away. “yn, are you okay–oh, kuroo? bokuto?”

weird hair guy #2’s eyebrows rose with recognition. “suna! and tsumu! hey hey hey! could you give akaashi and i a hand here with kuroo?”

with yn’s now badly chipped board in hand, noya jogged up to the group and knelt where yn and kuroo were. “jeez, usually i’d say you’re fine but your head is bleeding a bit yn. c’mon, let’s get you two to urgent care.”

yn let noya pull them to their feet. he put their arm around his shoulders for support and watched bokuto support the cute guy the same way. glasses – or akaashi – didn't seem very phased and already had directions pulled up for urgent care. yn’s fingers grazed the side of their head, and when they took a look they saw bright red. yeah, noya was right about urgent care.

atsumu nodded to suna and osamu, car keys in hand. “i can drive us. ‘samu, suna, we’ll see you guys at home?”

“sure, text us if you need anything,” osamu replied. it’s not like they were strangers to late night urgent care visits, not when he skated with yn so much and lived with two walking tornadoes named atsumu and noya.

once in atsumu’s car, yn slumped against the window, with noya crawling into the middle seat and akaashi coming in after. the ache in yn’s head worsened, and their shoulders were tense from their fall, the guilt and fear of giving this cute guy (kuroo, they now know) a concussion or worse, and the presence of people they didn’t know. did kuroo recognize them? should they just drop the class and jump off a cliff now so they don’t have to face him ever again after this?

noya’s elbow nudged them, and he offered them a kind grin. “hey, don’t worry too hard. he seems tough ‘cause if that was anyone else who took your board to the head, they’d probably be knocked out,” he spoke, voice low so that no one could hear him over atsumu’s radio, bokuto’s lively chatter about volleyball from the trunk, and kuroo’s grunts of response.

yn exhaled and let their head fall on noya’s shoulder, their own shoulders relaxing after being so tense. he was right — from the way kuroo’s friends acted, they seemed confident he would be fine after all.

“thanks, noya,” yn breathed with a small smile of their own as they pulled into the urgent care parking lot. yeah, as long as kuroo didn’t recognize them from class, they could get through this without dying of embarrassment.

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⟢ everyone got home close to 3:30am. kuroo did have a concussion and yn had a nasty scratch on the side of their head, but it wasn’t that serious so they were in and out of urgent care pretty quick. usually they just take care of their own injuries tho

⟢ normally it takes yn a while to warm up to people, but because they had atsumu and noya with them they fed off their energy and are now well acquainted with bokuto, akaashi, and kuroo. they all played a lot of crazy 8 on game pigeon while waiting for kuroo's and yn's turns to get checked out

⟢ here’s a video of what the trick yn was practicing looks like ! imagine a couple less stairs but yeah, yn’s body is mostly made of steel since they’ve been skating forever. do not try this at home lmfao yn is just lowk crazy and has like no sense of danger when they skate they just see a trick and go like "yo lemme do that too" and they're still alive so it works for them

⟢ thankfully kuroo did not recognize yn! they sit on opposite sides of the classroom (kuroo by the window, yn by the door) and they both weren't paying attention to anyone's icebreakers. yn didnt plan on showing up to section anymore unless required anyway so this just gave them another reason to not show up

⟢ suna did end up rolling the cross joint while yn, atsumu, and noya were at urgent care. everyone smoked it together but not without forcing yn to debrief about kuroo and convincing them to text him

⟢ might upload what everyone's boards look like soon hmmmm

⟢ also im rusty and this isn't proofread please don't look too hard into my grammar ... hoping the time skips (afternoon to 2am) make sense and that i didnt leave any crazy plot holes alr LOLLLL please ignore timestamps

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[watarfallar]

since y'all like the incorrect quotes so much, here's some more!

Grian, on the phone: So no head? Grian: *Throws phone and breaks skateboard*

Bdubs: Do you love Grian? Scar: Yeah, I do. Bdubs: Etho! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! Etho: We all love Grian. You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Scar: I thought that was implied. Etho: ... Bdubs: ... Scar, looking straight at Etho: Congrats Bdubs, you just won 100 bucks.

Bdubs: You know, Grian gives Scar flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too. Etho: Okay. *Later* Etho: *gives Scar flowers* Scar: ??? Etho: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

Scar: What are you getting Etho for the holidays? Bdubs: I don't know. It's kind of hard buying a gift for your partner when they already got everything they could've ever wanted when they married you. So I'm not sure yet. Grian: I'm getting Etho a divorce lawyer.

Scar: *sees Etho and Bdubs together* Scar: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Grian: You mean... you ship them?

Scar: Hey Etho, wanna third wheel on my date with Grian tomorrow? Etho: Sure. Scar: Bdubs! Wanna third wheel on my date with Grian tomorrow? Scar: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date! Etho & Bdubs: ... Grian: Scar...

Bdubs: Why are your tongues purple? Grian: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Scar: I had a red one. Bdubs: oh. Bdubs: Bdubs: OH. Etho: Etho: You drank eachothers slushies?

Grian: I love you. Scar: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that. *Grian and Scar kiss passionately* Etho, to Bdubs: You owe me 20 dollars.

Etho: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call? Scar: No. No, Etho, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Etho calls Bdubs. Number five: Grian gets eaten by a shark. Grian: I’m Grian, and I approve the order of that list.

*Trying to cheer Bdubs after a break up* Grian: You broke up with Etho for a reason. Bdubs: I know, I know. I’m just so tired of missing them. Tired of wondering why they haven’t called. Why haven’t they called? Scar: Maybe because you told them not to. Bdubs: What are you, the Memory Person?

Scar: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! Grian: Um...Neat. *later* Grian, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Etho. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. Etho, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Grian. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Bdubs confessed their love for me? Grian: Didn't you thank them? Etho: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

Scar: *yawns* Grian: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring. Scar: Then you must be exhuasted. Bdubs: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Scar: Why doesn’t Grian find me sexy when I bite my lip? Etho: What do you look like when you bite your lip? Scar: *bites lip* Etho: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Valentine's Day...Gifts They Give You?? I Think. IDK.

HAH SCHOOL CAN KICK MY BUTT BUT BY GOD AND THE DEVIL WILL I SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE!! (I'm suffering Jesus fucking CHRIST this course is gonna eat my fried up brain for breakfast lunch and dinner) This is done assuming they're pining for Yuu, save for Ortho he's Idia's little wingman. GN reader as always bbssssssssss if anything seems canon divergent, check out my HCs lmao

Heartslaybul Ace: He thought about making it super romantic, like he spent the week leading up to Valentine's day brainstorming ideas on napkins and doodling on scrap paper, trying to come up with a way to ask to hang out that would make it feel different than normal, but not so obvious that he...you know, likes you. He ends up showing up at Ramshackle before class with a box of chocolates he bought the day before and a bit of a blushing mess. "I just got these because who knows how much Sam will have by the end of today, you owe me half, ok?"

Deuce: He absolutely called his mom to ask for some advice, and asked his dorm mom (Trey), to proofread the hand written note he had meticulously written and supervise while he tries to make a heartshaped quiche. Why quiche? Well he knows you guys have...Memories about eggs, and he remembers it fondly, and he knows that quiche freezes well, so if he makes a big batch, you can eat what you want and have a readily available breakfast to just pop back in the oven whenever you want it - hopefully you'll remember him each time you do, and you'll ask for more when you finish it! He ends up at Ramshackle a little disheveled and out of breath, trying to make the quiche early enough in the day that he could make it there before breakfast so maybe you could share a meal before class. "It's still warm??" "Yeah, I ran here as fast as I could once it was cool enough to handle." "You didn't have to..." "I wanted to! You're more than worth the effort it took to be here on time." Trey: Mans has a major advantage in that he is great in the kitchen, but he can't just make your favourite dessert. He can do that any day. No, for weeks ahead of time, he plans, makes, tests, and revises a new recipe, something that is unique and meant to be for you. It's more effort than he normally puts into his work, but it's so worth it when he shows up at Ramshackle in the evening to deliver his gift and a small note, though he gets shy. He leaves it on the front door step, knocks once, and moves to hide by the side of the house, relying on Grim's nose to bring you to the door if you didn't hear him knock. Seeing the way your face go from confusion to joy and excitement as you read the note is worth every moment he spent crouching. He knows tomorrow you'll want to talk to him in person, but for now, that's more than enough for him.

Cater: Consumerism Capital lmao. He has a really sweet, genuine gift to give to you, but the time he's spent with his sisters makes him second guess whether or not something is "good enough". So, yes, he will have spent 72 hours painting a fucking masterpiece on a phone case for you, or a pair of shoes you said you wanted, or a skateboard so you guys can skateboard together, or something you mentioned you wanted offhandedly months ago, but he's not sure if it's enough, so to "make up" for his "shitty handmade gift", he buys a shit ton of Valentine's day merchandise! He shows up with the giant teddy bear, the bouquet of flowers, the chocolates, the sappy movies, a trending perfume and some sort of specialty drink he picked up at a cafe. Depending on your reaction to all that stuff, he might actually give you the gift he worked on, otherwise you'll see it by accident or something and he gets embarrassed and a little flustered because What If You Don't Like It, Isn't Everything Else Better Than That Thing I Worked On Specifically For You. Treat him gently please. That's a personal request slkdjfhlskdjf

Riddle: He's new to this. So of course he researched long and hard on how to best express his interest in you without trying to push anything on you. Cater tried to show him cute stuff on social media, but it all seemed so scripted, disingenuous, or so over the top he couldn't see himself doing it that way. Or on the other end - they were couples, well into their relationships and living together- that wasn't where he was with you, at least....not yet. He ends up watching, reading and listening to tutorials on how to put together the perfect bouquet - his beloved rose garden would have more than an aesthetic use now, and with a little magic, a beautiful gradient came easily to the bunch of roses he arranged beautifully. Before you, this holiday just seemed ridiculous. Maybe it still was, but he would indulge if it meant it brought a smile to your face.

Savannaclaw

Jack: He can't be direct for the life of him, not in terms like this. The night before Valentine's day, he's still stumped on what to do for you that won't be...inherently romantic and obvious, but show that he cares about you!! His eyes end up settling on his little cactus and he ends up finally getting an idea. Somehow after class, but before you got home, he managed to gift you your own tiny cactus. He left it sitting in a box, a small knitted coaster of sorts sitting underneath the flower pot - he put it in the box just so that the yarn wouldn't snag on the uneven wood outside of Ramshackle- and a tiny cowboy hat sitting on top of your cactus. It had been from one of his little siblings dolls that ended up in his bag from the last time he'd gone home, but either they didn't even notice it was gone, or he could get them a replacement later.

Ruggie: "Do you have plans for Valentine's day?" "Yep. Wait for it to be over." He doesn't really care for Valentine's day, but the sale that starts on the 15th? Goddamn, yeah, he's gonna capitalize on that....and he might even like you enough to share a little bit of it...maybe while watching a movie....and snuggling up under the same blanket at Ramshackle...that he may or may not have snagged from Leona's pile of Really Nice blankets....all it takes is for you to say you want some chocolate or treats too.

Leona: He really doesn't care for Valentine's day and all the shit that comes with it, but his sister in law asked him to at least try to make the best of the day. Initially, he was going to...at least try to contest it, but ultimately decided there was a simple way to do it. He ends up firing you a quick text to meet him in the greenhouse. While the way he pulls you into his little nest for napping is rather unceremonious, once you've settled he tucks a pink camellia behind your ear before abruptly telling you he's going to sleep and you're welcome to join him or you can get out of there if you want. He hopes, that just maybe, you'll be able to identify the flower he gave you and find out what it means.

Octavinelle

Floyd: Azul is making him work overtime for Valentine's day, he doesn't get up early enough to do anything Before classes, and by the end of his shift he's EXHAUSTED and MAD. He likely has the wherewithall to bring you a serving from the special menu in a takeout container before flopping down on the couch next to you, then onto you, just looking for a little bit of physical affection. The next day he does feel a little bad for not making you feel as special as he could have, so he'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. Jade: Again, he's been working overtime but he was more ready for Valentine's day than Floyd. While he can't take you anywhere on the day of, he has an easy hike and picnic planned for the weekend if you'll join him. Despite being in the wild outdoors, he's determined to make you a dish that would be worthy of serving at the lounge. He will not handle being asked to stay home very well, but ultimately will if you want that more....but it's going to be in your backyard.

Azul: He had so much on his plate leading up to Valentine's day with marketing, organizing shifts and maximizing profit. But, some of that profit was already planned to be set aside specifically for you. It was about time that you got a bit of a leg up, right? I mean working for Crowley can only pay so much, and he's the head of the dorm that represents generosity anyways. So on the day after Valentine's day, he shows up in the evening with a laptop, and envelope with cash, and a grin, ready to show you the wonders of ✨investing✨. He may have forgotten you still...want to go home. He'll backtrack a bit and offer to help you find contractors that will renovate a part of Ramshackle for you.

Scarabia

Jamil: He didn't even bother trying to plan something for himself with you. How could he? It was a holiday, as ridiculous as it was, it meant that Kalim would inevitably want to celebrate it on the dorm level, and Jamil, of course, would have to plan and organize and arrange everything in order to make it work out. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't make sure to invite you. It didn't mean that he wouldn't make the time to ensure your favourite dish was served. Or that your favourite song would come on during the dance party portion of the celebration. Or that he wouldn't check on you just as, if not more frequently than he did on Kalim to make sure you're enjoying yourself. And if you're not, if it's all too much, he accounted for that already and will show you where you can stay until you feel okay again. Of course, if you show up an hour or two early and demand (you can't ask, he'll say no) to be given a task to lighten his burden, he might just admire you a little bit more (even if he still says no).

Kalim: Valentine's Day means partayyyyy time!! There's gonna be food, and dancing, and games, and lots of people, and live music because he, Cater, and Lilia are gonna perform, won't you come see him?? He needs you there so he can perform the best he ever has!! Come on Yuu, please??? They did actually practice, because they had to change a few lyrics so that it could be a better cover for Valentine's day and he was thinking of you when they modified it, so can you pleeeeeeeease come?

Pomefiore

Epel: He isn't sure whether he wants to continue a tradition he had from home or not, where he would show up at school with handmade lollipops and give them out to people....but his class at primary school was soooo much smaller, it wouldn't make sense to do it here for everyone. Not to mention, he usually had his grandma help him make them, he's never done it on his own. He likely does it for all the first years in his little friend group because he doesn't want to be obvious to anyone person that maybe...he likes them a little more...however your lollipop is the only one that seems to have no imperfections. Funny how that worked out.

Rook: Screw your alarm clock, he knows when you wake up anyways and will be outside your window, serenading you until you wake up. Even if you end up rolling out of bed lookin like a sewer rat and peaking out the window, once he knows you're awake he'll start reading poetry to you. He kinda just lingers until you're done getting ready enough to come great him outside, where he gives you a single rose and a few sheets of paper that he's written his poems about you on. He'll kiss the back of your hand and offer to escort you to class. ** I just want to say, for as much as I gripe about Rook in other posts, I genuinely believe that if he knew or found out you had no Valentine, no plans, and nobody treated you, he would, by the end of the day, at least have left a rose and handwritten note on in front of your door apologizing for not having asked to be your Valentine earlier and going through and complimenting you, though the note is completely anonymous. Rook is a bleeding heart (hehe Snow White ref) and regardless of his feelings for you/your feelings for him, he wants to make sure Valentine's day is positive for you.

Vil: Ugh, Valentine's day. It's a tacky, meaningless holiday that corporations push for the sake of profit. He agrees to model stuff still, sure, he has to in order to try and keep up with Neige, but he hates it. He gets his nails done so that they are jet black. Part of him wants to go goth for the day, but really that would be an overreaction to something so minor. He rejects any Valentine's day gifts, and likely won't want to do anything special, so if anything, you get to see a slightly out of character Vil as he either facetimes you to make sure you've been drinking water today and rant about the industry and how it's ruined Valentine's day, or. You send him a really cheesy gif wishing him a happy Valentines day and he very reluctantly replies, but tells you to never do that again (and it segues into Above).

Ignihyde

Idia (+ wingman/little shit Ortho): Ortho didn't really intend to snoop, but his big brother just left his phone out in the open...well he threw it onto his bed and mumbled something about being a loser. According to Ortho's analysis of Idia's phone, he hadn't been on a mobile game, so what got him so worked up? He sifted through until he found the culprit- the draft of a really sweet...and yeah, kinda cringey message he had written out addressed to the prefect of Ramshackle. Eugh he didn't need to read that...but...but Yuu should. He sends the message for Idia right before his brother comes back into the room, mumbling about how he needs to delete something. His eyes go wide as saucers as he sees not only has the message been sent, but the prefect has read it and is replying in that very moment. Idia reprimands Ortho immediately, but gently until the Prefects response comes through and Ortho confirms the tone is positive. Diasomnia lord help me it's one in the morning

Sebek: Wasn't going to do anything until Lilia mentioned...."exaggerated"...just how important Valentine's Day can be to humans. His decision to try and come up with a last minute gift only amplifies if he sees someone else give Yuu a gift, and ultimately decides with a certain degree of defeat just to buy something from Sam's shop. He decides something practical is best, but gets a little distracted around the candles. Surely in Ramshackle you would appreciate something small, aromatic and it even offers a small bit of heat! He decides to go through with it, but it's only noon, surely he can customize it a bit more before the end of the day. Lilia ends up walking into Sebek's room at around 10:30, only to see him struggling to stay awake as he wipes off paint from the lid. Based on the discarded tissues around, he hasn't been satisfied with any customizations he's tried to make. Lilia gently encourages him just to write a quick note, and he'll deliver it to the prefects doorstep for him so he can get to sleep. Sebek insists it's not perfect, but is forced to accept defeat as Lilia ushers him to bed, reassuring him that the prefect will still appreciate it.

Silver: He knows that he struggles to stay awake, so he starts on his project long before Valentine's day so that he can work on it whenever he has the wherewithall to do so. Come Valentine's day, he has the gift with him during class, and ends up sitting outside of Ramshackle, passed out next to the door waiting for you to show up so he can hand you his gift, which turns out to be a dagger. No, he didn't make it, but he wanted to research the best option for someone of your size and stature, the quality, where to purchase it reliably, to make a small write up on how to care for it properly, what it can and should be used for, and activities it's not suggested to use it for, but you technically "can". It also gives him an excuse to come see you more often to teach you how to use it- often teaching someone is a great way to learn and will add another layer to his training. Lilia: He's been around for so many Valentine's Days, he probably knew the fucking saint it was named after. That being said, he loves to make the most of life, and that doesn't stop here! Get ready for a home cooked meal, you don't have to worry about dinner tonight sweetheart, Lilia's got it covered. Or he'll pay for take out. Or both, to make up for the mess in your kitchen.

Malleus: He's been aware of the holiday for years, but has never really had a reason to celebrate it. But now there's someone who isn't scared of him. Someone who, perhaps if he asked, you would allow him to spend time with you. He ends up daydreaming about the activities the two of you could do together, from making gargoyles to learning to make ice cream together, he ends up spending the entire day like that. Though he's a bit frustrated at his loss of time, he writes out a heartfelt letter to invite you to join him in those activities at a later date. He'll either wait for you outside, or if its too late in the night, simply slide the letter under your door.

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I was gonna do Che'nya and Neige and even Rollo but its. its way too late, I'm hungry and I have a STATS class tomorrow RIP me.

[tmnthellyeah]

hey, how would each turtle react to the reader getting a minor injury? :) like a cut on their arm, nothing serious

Absolutely! Neat idea!

Ouch!

Warnings: some cussing and a little bit of blood

Tmnt x GN reader

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Leo

"Ow! Goddammit!"

While cutting some veggies, the knife slipped and sliced your finger

Thank God it wasn't that deep

Leo's immediately by your side

Begs you to have Donnie look at it

"It's just a cut Leo"

Leo's usually very level-headed

However, when it comes to you being injured...

That persona goes right out the window

"Are you sure you're okay?"

It's actually really sweet and cute

Raph

You regretfully started playing with his sais

Your hand slipped, and you tried to catch it

Boom! Sliced the palm of your hand a little

"Dammit!"

Raph, although mad, took your hand and started first aid

"Shorty, why the hell were you messing with my sais?"

Genuinely concerned, but still retains his gruffness

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to look at them"

"I'll teach you how to use them. Properly"

Donnie

Messing around in the lab, you accidently dropped one of his flasks

While picking it up, you cut your hand, and it started bleeding immediately

"Stupid flask!"

Donnie saw you holding your hand

Grabs everything he has

Gauze, band aids, bacitracin, EVERYTHING!

Dr. Donnie to the rescue!

"It doesn't look too bad dove"

You feel a little embarrassed

But you know Donnie's gonna take good care of you

Mikey

You tried to do a trick on your skateboard

Your balance was a little off. You fell knee first on the concrete

"Shit!, ow!"

Mikey ran over to you quickly

"Are you alright angel?"

Once he sees the scrape, he automatically goes to Donnie for help

You told him it's no big deal

But it's Mikey

He'll be your hero

Like I've said before... golden retriever energy

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Snakes Whisper

you are here! - ch. ii

A/N: I decided to revise and repost this. I wanted to fix it up. I met a lot of people who were sad that it vanished.

tags: Jamil Viper x fem!reader, aged up au (they are both 18+), hypnotism, no smut wc: 4.1k+

You laid in bed scrolling mindlessly through your phone in the darkness of your bedroom. Grim had been shipped away with Ace and Deuce for a ‘Boys Trip’. That was just code for he was starting to get on your nerves and you couldn’t take it anymore. So, you got your favorite two dummies to watch him for the weekend while you enjoyed some alone time. And with them owing you so many favors after saving their asses so many times? They had no choice but to do as you asked. 

You made it through your MagiCam feed seeing Vil trash a shady makeup brand, a video of Lilia skateboarding extremely well for a man his age, Cater and Trey wrapping rubber bands around a large watermelon, all the way down to Kalim posing on his flying carpet with a charming grin. He was midair, white locks tousled by the wind as he winked at the camera with the bright blue sky and cottony clouds as his backdrop. Most of the people in his comments were girls telling him how handsome he was. And then there was Jamil at the very top of the comment section. In fact, his comment was pinned by Kalim.  ‘Stop being so stupid and get down.’

You couldn’t help but snort at the response and rolled your eyes. You could practically hear Jamil’s voice echoing in your brain from how often you heard him nag his Housewarden. You decided to like his comment and respond as well. 

‘Be nice!’ There was a reason so many girls and even guys fawned over Kalim Al-Asim. Not just because of his bottomless wallet, but because he didn’t scowl all the time. Because he was fun and lovable to be around. Jamil was the polar opposite. Cold and unapproachable, always scowling and scolding. “Maybe if he was more like Kalim…” You muttered and your eyes widened as you caught yourself. Jamil acting cheerful and friendly like Kalim? Scarabia would be coated in a full inch of snow before that happened.

You pondered a moment before curiosity struck you. What does Jamil’s MagiCam account even look like? You never attempted to look or seek out his posts. The only way you even knew about him having an account was because Kalim tagged him in almost everything. You hesitated with your finger hovering over Jamil’s username. It’s not stalking. It’s a public MagiCam account. With a soft inhale, you mustered up the courage to proceed with eyeballing the Vice Housewarden. There weren’t many photos, but you feasted your eyes on the few there were. A lot of them were taken by Kalim or had been set by a timer. 

One of the posts was of Jamil doing a handstand in a red tank top, his hardened stomach exposed with the shine of sweat as he gave a sharp toothed smile to the camera. A video of him showing how he braided his golden charms into his hair. Slim, charcoal gray eyes were watching the camera with such intensity you would’ve thought he was staring at you directly. A collection of photos that Kalim had taken of Jamil during basketball practice and the final home game of the season. His back faced away from the camera as he lifted his jersey to get air flowing through the garment, exposing his toned body and strong back again, more sweat causing his golden brown skin to shine. A photo of him shooting a three point shot during a game against the Royal Swords Academy, his long ponytail was pinned into a bun, and the one after was Ace jumping onto him as they cheered. Jamil succeeded. The final photo in the collection was him and Floyd standing next to each other, the Leech twin had lifted Jamil’s jersey to show off his sweat slicken stomach with a large bruise forming right above his belly button while the shorter student flexed an arm with a tight, pained smile. The caption simply said: ‘Ouch!’ 

Kalim was in the comments to clarify what happened in the final photo as you were as curious as the hundreds of others. ‘One of the guys on the other team elbowed Jamil pretty hard, but that didn’t stop him!! He’s so much cooler when he does something he enjoys!!’

Your heart fluttered through your chest as you continued the task of scrolling through Jamil’s account for more content. You couldn’t help the smile blooming on your face as you studied how he looked mid laugh, how he poked out his tongue when he was focusing. How his body language looked when he was relaxed. How handsome his side profile looked in his off guard photos. You stopped scrolling as your heart skipped a beat in realization: Were you crushing on Jamil? Jamil Viper, who played the role of Kalim’s stressed out babysitter? Jamil who has the powerful ability to hypnotize and control you if he so chooses at any given point in time? 

It must be his unique spell in effect. Yeah, he casted it on his MagiCam page to make you feel like this. There’s no way you could like him. Sure you spoke here and there, but there was never any romantic chemistry between you. 

Sitting beside him in class with your elbows brushing as he shared his collected notes with you, the faint coconut and warm vanilla scent of his hair surrounding you and filling your senses as he leaned in. How he would gently scold you while marking what you got wrong during a study session between, but he would then explain it a different way each time until you understood. The way your skin was electrified when you came over to help for a dinner party, and his large hands would gently grip your waist and inch you aside so he could get around you, his long hair tickled your skin when he whispered a soft ‘excuse me’ into your ear.

Zero chemistry. 

You went back to digging through his account, biting the smile off of your face and rolling onto your side. You just want to get to know him a little better since he was such a reserved person outside of Kalim. A photo of Jamil chewing the top of a straw flat with Kalim sitting beside him in a booth,  two long red straws up his nose as he made a strange face. A video of Jamil dancing with Kalim to a popular idol song challenge, you caught yourself only watching Jamil instead of the pair together before swiping away out of embarrassment.

The next one left your mouth hanging open as you stared. It was Jamil taking a timed selfie with his arms crossed over his chest, his tongue stretched out of his mouth to show off… It’s very, very impressive length and very sharp canine teeth. By eyeballing along you guessed it was about four- No. Five inches long. Much longer than any tongue you’ve seen before. The most fantastical part of the image was that it had been split in half. The rouge colored muscle flexed and twisted into a coil shape. 

You lingered a little too long as your eyes then studied his sharp gaze, confident and if you held your phone up just right it was like he was looking down at you. Right at the bottom you could see the tops of his knees, his legs parted to show his relaxed body language. 

Like a king ready to command his servant. 

You felt your face start to grow warm as you started chewing on your lower lip, eyes widening larger than dinner plates as you read the caption. ‘Is it long enough for you?’ It was as if you could hear Jamil growling it into your ear with a smirk on his face, his hands would be on your hips when he said it, and you instinctively squeezed your thighs together. Was he intending to take the photo in such a way? It was his most popular post and you couldn’t help but scroll through some of his many comments. 

‘Oh wow…’ ‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ ‘We must stay focused…’ ‘I heard split tongues feel like two people instead of one.’

At least you weren’t alone. But you were scared to let Jamil know you were digging through his MagiCam account. So, you opted to look closer at the photo and its many details to burn the image and the power it held over you into your memory until the day you died. You knew you would never see Jamil posing in such a way ever again. Stretching his warm, wet tongue out for you to dream about whenever you wanted. The way his eyes looked down on you as if to remind you of your place beneath him. A harsh reminder that a girl like you would never have the luxury of seeing exactly what the split muscle was capable of doing to, and for you. Feeling the sticky sweat slicked skin of his against your bare body as he forced his tongue down your throat, tangling with yours and you would be left gasping for air. His strong hips rolling against yours and you would struggle to keep up with his rhythm. The warm and inviting smell of vanilla and coconut from his long silky hair, tickling your skin like lips peppering you in cheeky kisses. His deep voice rasping in your ear, whispering and moaning things you could only dream about. His sharp eyes would be silently judging your every sound and movement and he would punish you the moment he dictated that you weren’t up to standard.

You liked the photo.

You weren’t sure what carnal desire overtook you in that moment as you finally snapped your opened mouth shut. Now there's a rolling tide of bashfulness washing over you. Why like this picture? Why not like any of the much more tame ones? Your eyes fell half lidded as the warmth between your legs became way more intense, and you were alone in the dorm for the night. You shyly slipped a hand between your legs and rubbed over the developing wet patch in your panties with a flushed face. You wanted to get off to the picture Jamil. Badly. But before you could get any more intimate with the photo on your screen, a notification appeared in your inbox. Your eyes were now filled with shock, your hand frozen in place. 

It was from Jamil. 

You felt your heart sink into your stomach and you developed a conspiracy that maybe he saw that you liked his picture and was waiting for a chance to talk with you. He was able to see all the fleeting fantasies you just had about him and his long tongue and was getting ready to scold you the moment you opened his message. To tell you how filthy and slutty you were for getting turned on by an innocent photo of him. How you were a lonely pervert who would hop into his lap if he commanded you to, with or without his unique magic. Or maybe he just wants to talk to you just because he noticed you were awake. 

You hesitated to open the message as you pulled your hand away. Whatever pent up desires you wanted to silently enact in the darkness of your bedroom would have to wait. Instead you braced yourself for whatever the message may be. Your shoulders shrugged as your eyes scanned over the little gray text bubble. Your heart fluttered once more and the warmth quickly returned. 

[Jamil]: This is strange to ask. But can I come over?  [Jamil]: Now?

You stared at the message with your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head. Jamil wants to come over? Right now? You shot up in bed tearing your gaze away from your phone to instead  look yourself over in alarm. It was 9:35 at night. But whatever it was could be important, especially since the request is coming from Jamil. You responded quickly as you swung your legs to slide over the edge of the bed.

[~]: Of course! It’s just me here. I’m watching a movie. What’s up?

You offered a casual white lie and tugged at the fabric of the oversized school shirt you wore. You sniffed at the fabric with knit brows. Your eyes never left the phone screen as you sucked air through your teeth. You needed to change, after a quick shower. 

[Jamil]: Grim isn’t there with you?

You read the message and felt your heart rate pick up, your stomach twisted and curled into anxiously excited knots. Grim isn’t here. Jamil is coming over. It’s dark out. It’s getting late. You were scrambling around the room in search of a more appropriate set of pjs. Black velvet shorts and a white tight fitting short sleeve shirt to go with it. Not that you didn’t like wearing an oversized shirt with a mysterious stain on the collar. But that was while you were alone or around Grim and the ghosts passing by. It wasn’t for an unplanned male company who was capable of hypnotizing you with a single selfie.

[~]: Nope! I sent him to hang out with Ace and Deuce for the weekend!

[Jamil]: Must be nice to ship him away, I might do the same with Kalim. I want to talk with you. I’ll be there soon. It won’t take long.

A small scream left your mouth as you sent a thumbs up emoji in response. You felt giddy as you grabbed your best smelling soaps and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You brushed your tongue and teeth as you lathered yourself in suds, thinking of what it could be that he was coming over to talk about? Maybe he’ll profess his burning love for you? As if. You washed your hair next, scrubbing at your scalp as your eyes were trained on the digital screen of your phone. He would be here soon, and who knows if he borrowed the magic carpet? 

The thought sent you into a panicked frenzy as you rinsed your hair and jumped out of tub. After swiftly towel drying yourself off you entered your room and slipped into your shorts, tugging the white shirt over your head. There was an attempt to dry your hair with the towel as you looked yourself over in the standing mirror. You hadn’t noticed how sheer the shirt was until now, and the droplets of water dripping from your hair onto your chest weren’t helping either. 

Your nipples were visible, clad only in a thin white filter and you debated on how much time you had to find something else. But part of you wanted Jamil to see. Maybe he would make a much more interesting expression than his usual frown. There was a loud knock from downstairs and you sprung into action as you checked your phone. A final message from Jamil. 

[Jamil]: I’m here.

You left your phone on your nightstand, quickly rubbing the towel against your head one final time before throwing it haphazardly into the bathroom and heading down the stairs. You whispered to yourself words of encouragement and took a deep breath. He just wants to talk. Unlocking the door and tugging it open, you greeted the student standing before you. 

Jamil was staring down at his phone as he stood on the porch, the moon covering him in a ghostly pale light. Charcoal gray eyes were the first to greet you as a soft ‘hey’ escaped his lips. Jamil’s long hair was braided and tied up in his usual ponytail, but it was held in place with a maroon colored scrunchie. He wore a dark red sweatshirt, black jogging sweats and his sandals with large golden scarabs on them. You quickly stepped out of the way to let Jamil into the dorm and his eyes remained trained on you and you noticed a rouge painting it’s way onto his cheeks. He must’ve noticed your top.

“The TV is off.” He filled the silence and interrupted your silent victory with his eyes tearing away from you to instead glance around the dimly lit Ramshackle. You spun on your heels to the small TV with a nervous laugh. Shit, you forgot to turn it on. “Oh! Yeah it’s a pretty crappy TV, it just shuts off on its own sometimes.” You made up an excuse but Jamil wasn’t buying it. “I see, anyways there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He cleared his throat while tucking his phone into the pocket of his pants. “Sorry to come over so late, but it wasn’t something I could just talk about over text.” He explained and you straightened up. It must be something serious then, just as you thought. His gaze irritated as he looked you over, but you were not the cause of Jamil’s anger. “Kalim has a crush on you, and plans to tell you tomorrow.” He announced with his arms now folded over his chest.

“Huh?” You couldn’t help the sound that suddenly left your mouth as you stood there in shock. Eyebrows raised and eyes widened as you blinked in alarm. Kalim has a crush on you? And he’s planning to confess tomorrow? You were close with Kalim as a friend, but you never felt anything romantic between you. He was very sweet but you didn’t feel the same way. He was just too… Goofy. Not someone who fit your partner preferences. “Did Kalim ask you to come and tell me this?” You asked, feeling guilt building up in your stomach knowing that you would reject him tomorrow. 

Hopefully Kalim would take it well. Otherwise, the respectable Ramshackle Prefect would forever be known as a heartless monster. Crushing the affections of the most chipper person on campus. “No, I’m telling you for personal reasons.” Your heart jumped in your chest. He took a step closer, tilting his head away from you with his lips pursed into a thin line. Your body felt frozen in place as your pulse picked up impossible speeds. What was he trying to say? ”You should reject Kalim tomorrow.” He stated firmly and snapped his head back at you. His eyes narrowed as his expression began to relax. You were stunned by the declaration as you locked eyes with Jamil. A smug smile curled onto his lips. “We locked eyes.” You were confused, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt a sudden weight applying pressure to the back of your skull. You pressed a hand against your temple as Jamil began to speak.

“The person reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer if you are asked. Obey if you are ordered.”

Your knees felt weak as they locked, the clothes hugging your body held you down like cinder blocks as Jamil stepped closer. The pressure was spreading from the back of your head all the way around to the front. As if a snake was constricting itself around your brain and giving it a tight squeeze. “Snakes Whisper.” You straightened out immediately. Being trapped in your own unmoving body caused fear to electrify your veins. Jamil had successfully hypnotized you. 

You stared straight ahead at Jamil who was now eyeing you up and down, cupping his chin with his pointer finger and thumb. He appeared proud of himself. “You will reject him, won’t you?” His voice was filled with confidence, his tone soft like expensive silk as you remained unmoving and heavy. There was a sudden pressure applied in your neck as you nodded slowly. You could feel a bizarre tickle of static zipping through your brain as your mouth fell open. “Of course I will.” You were shocked by how easily Jamil was able to manipulate you into doing and saying what he wanted. Even when you were under his control in the past… That was a finger flick compared to the total manipulation you were under now. “You don’t love Kalim.” Jamil was getting closer now, herding you towards the old, striped couch behind you. 

“Kalim is troublesome, foolish, and too naive to ever properly take care of you in a relationship. You would be stuck with not only babysitting Grim, but your own ‘boyfriend’.” Your butt pressed against the soft piece of furniture, your heart racing in your chest as your breathing remained slow and steady. Jamil caged you against the couch with his long arms on either side of you. The familiar scent of coconut and vanilla made you sigh with delight. He was frowning and his eyebrows were furrowed, his expression was twisting into jealousy. “I’ve spent all my life in second place to Kalim, but not anymore. That idiot should have never told me his plans.” He sighed. “How cocky can he be?” Jamil grumbled. One of his hands left the couch to hold onto your upper arm in a tight, yet reassuring grip. 

“He isn’t better than me in any way, and I don’t plan to lose to him on this.” He growled and leaned in, his head pressing against yours and your eyes met once more. The charcoal gray had flaming embers within and you could feel the excitement from earlier returning. Jamil likes you.

“You will not accept Kalim’s confession.” Jamil whispered with his opposite hand cupping your throat. His lips suddenly connected with yours. Rough and messy. You felt your heart leap into your throat as his split tongue pressed against your teeth, swiping and flicking over the bones before rubbing gently against your own dormant muscle. You gasped softly under your stolen breaths as Jamil’s grip on your arm and throat slowly tightened and he pulled away with a wet smack. “You will stay here, you’re feeling under the weather. Very under the weather. You will not attend any of your classes tomorrow.” He commanded softly and your head bobbed in agreement. 

His lips connected with yours again, much hungrier this time as his teeth knocked against yours. A grunt of pain was pushed out of your throat and into his mouth. You wanted to move your hands, you wanted to touch Jamil. You wanted to feel his heart under the palm of your hand. But all you had the power to do was twitch your fingers with need. Jamil closed more of the distance between you, his weight pressing down on you heavier than his spell. 

Your bodies fit together like snug puzzle pieces as he pulled his head away, Jamil’s long, split  tongue flicked out to swipe over your lower lip. A silvery string of saliva left you both connected. “I’ll collect all of your notes for you. I can’t let you hear his confession. Not until you’ve heard mine.” He was breathless when he spoke and again, his grip on you loosened. “I’ll confess when you aren’t hypnotized. But for now, I’ll just convince you that I’m the better partner.” He exhaled with determination to prove to you that Kalim was inferior in every way. With his body so close, you could feel his cock starting to harden and press against you. 

Your breath hitched in excitement as his hips rolled against yours with slow rocks. “Well, I can convince your body at least.” He purred with a soft chuckle before tugging you away from the couch by your arm. “Let’s go upstairs. The ghosts aren’t around are they?” He asked and you silently shook your head. The spell was making your body heavy, and you could feel the constricting feeling around your skull starting to slowly loosen. It was painful, leaving you with a dull headache. But you didn’t have the power to speak up. You did have the power to rub  your thighs together from excitement. Being hypnotized unwillingly was not how you expected your night to go. You thought you would’ve been happy just spending alone time with your phone and most dominant hand. But Jamil was here to prove you wrong. 

“Walk up the stairs. Show me to your bedroom.” He commanded and your legs were now moving on their own.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

tonight we lie awake (stories take us back)

summer camp au where charlie is the camp nurse you can't seem to stay out of his office

TW/ cursing, mention of injury (not graphic), bad attempts at flirting. reader is they/them except one instance of "miss", brief mention of charlie having a tattoo(i don’t make the rules)

more here

Your eyes are on the bench in front of you, a pile of various skateboard decorate the bench, all donated, some in better shape than others. some other consuler at camp complained about spending too much time in one center, sick of being in the lake all day, having pruny hands and telling kids to stop splashing each other, threatened to quit mid summer if they weren't moved.

which is how you found yourself outside of the comfort of the shack you were use to, tucked away in the heart of the camp ground, a wooden porch wrapped around and a screen door that creeks when it opens. it was small, bordered on being a closet, one where you couldn't keep everything in, but it was home and the kids would run to you with the biggest smile on their faces, showing off macaroni art with smiles so big it had to border on being uncomfortable. so it was home the last few summers, and you were fine with that.

this was outside your comfort zone, and you told your boss as much, but with a sly grin he slid your resume back, questioned how you put: up for anything, relaxed, likes a challenge on there if it wasn't true.

you told charlie as much, months later, when he stayed late cleaning up the mess hall, always surprised by what a mess a group of kids could make. a bonfire was happening at the same time, and you were promised a s'mores by a group of small children who routinely chanted "beads! beads!" while your head disappeared into a creaking cabinet for more. friendship bracelets were practically currency here, you learned quickly, a small stack of bracelets from kids that made it impossible to sneak around the camp yard, always pulling them up

you knew of charlie, of course.

everyone had-it was a matter of who said it, who thought differently of him.

Candace, who rolled her eyes when you mention him: "of fucking course i know that asshole. if you see him, he owes me $5 bucks-" you open your mouth to challenge it but she shakes her head:

"he knows what he did."

Sam, who flinched when you mentioned it.

"Stay away from him," she says, her voice is practically a hum as she speaks, low and something you have to strain to hear, "he's bad news. I mean it."

she doesn't elaborate, and you don't have the courage to ask her as much.

fate would bring you two together.

charlie would argue stupidity, but you'd argue they don't pay him for his opinions, and instead to just hand over the damn bandaids, instead of him carefully unsealing them, sticking them to you with the kind of concentration that a child calls for

"Mr.Charlie!"

Look, you didn't ask for the dramatics. but the accident happened so quickly, wasn't even able to put on the brave face before Annie was pulling you (more like yanking you) to the office, barely giving you enough time to yell over your shoulder for your co teacher, Bailey, to keep a watchful eye on them

"i'm fine, Annie. look-"

you're trying to insist but it's to no luck.

"Mr.Charlie will take care of you.” Annie insists, practically rolling her eyes at you, leaving it at that.

Charlie appears almost immediately, half hidden in a cabinet where he's re stocking his ever disappearing stockpile of bandaids and gauze, the latest accident at the makeshift skatepark partially ran him out of business.

"Annie!" he smiles widely, "my favorite patient!"

"Charlie," she shakes her head, "it's miss. they hurt themselves during craft-"

Charlie, who has his hair pushed back from his forehead in the messiest ponytail you'd ever seen, wears shorts and a obviously handmade tie dye shirt, the walkie talkie clipped to the top of his shirt that pulls it down so a tattoo peaks over the top that you can't quite make out-

"and here i was thinking you were just coming to visit me," he pouts before ruffling annie's hair,

"thank you for bringing them in. i'll take it from here."

she looks at his shirt until he leans down, still towers over her as she cups her hand to his ear and whispers into it, the way his eyes narrow as they scan over to you, the smirk that pulls at his lips.

"ah," he nods, "i got it from here."

if you weren't so afraid it was a symptom of a concussion you could swear there was a hint of an accent in there.

annie nods, holds her hand out in front of you in a way that seems very similar to someone telling a dog to stay, before darting out of the small cabin.

"if you give her like, two minutes to get back to camp i can sneak through the back door and get out of your hair."

he laughs. the bastard laughs.

"and risk my medical degree? i don't think so." he's back to the cabin, riffling through it before he appears with a small clear tub at his hip. groaning, thinking you'd get out of this easier as he drops to his knees in front of you-

"what medical degree, exactly?"

he laughs, the gauze inches from your face:

"are you questioning my medical degree when you're quite literally bleeding?"

"you not answering makes it more suspicious, just so you know."

he laughs, dips the gauze in some dark liquid before it comes in contact with your face:

"noted," he says gently. he doesn't say anything, but hums gently as he blots at your face.

"it's charlie, by the way." and when you don't answer back immediately, don't indulge him with your name like he's use to, "for later googling. when you're looking up my credentials, no doubt."

"depends on how good a job you do." you grumble back, still mad your missing your favorite project of the year.

he laughs: "i see. my google review depends on it."

his thumb rests under your chin as he tilts your head, his eyes narrowed as he checks you out, ignoring the growing red on your face:

"¡ think you'll be okay," he sighs, "hold this." he hands over one of the ice packs for you to hold and with an eye-roll you obey, holding it onto your face, feeling like you're in middle school again.

he makes his way to his desk, comes back with a small mason jar with brightly colored sweets at the bottom.

“what’s this?”

"all the patients get a bandaid and a sweet?" it's a question, not a statement, suddenly unsure of himself, not the confident charlie you'll later know.

"it helps, yknow?"

"pass," you say again, "look, can i go? it's just a scratch-"

he shakes the jar at you once more and you know you aren't leaving without one. making sure to make a big show of it, you roll your eyes, finally accepting the treat.

"most kids at least say thank you."

he says gently, his voice is low and quiet, unsure of itself.

"thank you."

you try to sound genuine, because your face isn't bleeding anymore and that alone is a reason to be nice, but you're unsure what to say of him, all the warnings you got before are running through your head-

"i owe you one."

it comes out before you can stop yourself, and you're about to open your mouth, take it back, but finally he’s laughing "yeah," he says, "alright, ill hold you to that."

"right," not going to let him have the last word,

"sure."

"sure," he agrees, "i'll see you tonight. the dining hall."

you shrug, acting like it won't be nice to finally have someone to sit next to.

"sure."

your feet guide you to the door and you beg for them not to betray you, not to fall-

"it's a date."

he calls back and that's enough for you to race out before he can see how permanent red he makes your face, or how steady your heartbeat in your ears are.

[sscrubberhose]

Ya got any dialtown headcanons? :3

hooo boy. ive been chewing on this all day and I think i have a decent amount to say!

Spoilers for Dialtown!

Tw for mentions of suicidal ideation and religious guilt

Phone/Typegingi:

-Is aware of everything that happens in my fics but forgets

-is more aware of how people perceive them than people give them credit for, wants to make everyone happy

-has a strong fear of being alone, which is why they bother people so relentlessly. if they were to be fully ignored for an extended period of time they would have a breakdown

-Has both the phone and the typewriter head and can change them out at will, dont ask where they keep them.

-has bitten theoroar many, many times and will do so again. is even more fearful and hateful of him after the zoo explosion

-has a lot of love to give and genuinely prefers being around their friends

-has a level of intelligence that is genuinely sort of surprising sometimes. this intelligence is used at random

-is surprisingly easy and hard to kill at the same time

-the narrator is actually a separate entity to them who cares about them very much

-seems to be passively suicidal but no one can tell if theyre joking or not

-roger rabbit rules, whatever biology is funniest is what they have

-perceived height changes based off of this rule as well. no one notices.

-breaks into town hall once a month for funsies

-enjoys sweet things quite a bit

-autistic beast

Randy:

-is actually a decent cartoonist, but rarely draws due to hand pain. likes drawing gingi and oliver the most

-has a lot of religious guilt due to growing up catholic with a very very strict, religious father, left home as soon as he could. also why he is afraid to talk to God.(hobo)

-father harped on him his entire childhood about being a burden, now feels that he owes the world for existing. this is slowly healing.

-due to his upbringing hes still learning how to function as an adult, i.e cleaning, cooking for himself, things like that. hes working on it!

-has sensory issues, has ASD

-fear of cgi animals comes from having to watch weird religious propaganda films for kids when he was young. he is getting over it thanks to oliver.

-extremely observant and notices things a lot of people don't, but usually doesnt say anything for fear of being annoying

-knows shooty and stabby on a first name basis(not that he knows whos who)

-sees Norm as a father figure but would never admit that

-has a long list of phobias that hes working on recovering from, but is too nervous to go to therapy for

-has a LOT of plushies in the ticket booth that Oliver and Gingi have given him, refuses to get rid of any of them

-taking the bandage off wont instantly kill him, he doesn't know this.

-can skateboard, does not do this often

-gets sick very easily, has to be forced to rest as he tries to insist hes not sick

-is roommates with Oliver, they have a bunk bed

-got his number changed so the hotline wasnt tied to him anymore

-is actually a good singer, never sings due to thinking he sucks. Will hum to himself while working at the ticket booth

Karen;

-Has actually gotten fairly close to the other datables since the conclusion of the game, doesnt know how to express this

-Visits Dialtown for a few months out of the year to catch up and spend time with her friends

-part of her contract with helping rebuild was better wages for those who worked at the bank. It took a lot of arguing but she felt that no one should suffer like she did.

-expresses her love for her friends by making them ponysonas. Is a huge pegasister. will infodump about it for hours to anyone who will listen

-enjoys botanical illustrations the best, next to drawing horses

-draws horses with normal horse heads as a form of abstraction

-puts capsaicin oil in her paints so Gingi will stop drinking them. This did not work.

-enjoys vintage movies and game shows and talks at length with Oliver about them when they go out for coffee or dinner together.

-she and randy doodle together sometimes

-also has severe sensory issues and has safe outfits she wears. will cry if she has to touch certain fabrics. (LOOKING AT YOU CRUSHED VELVET)

-safe foods are microwave dinners and pasta, but she keeps her diet balanced.

-her and Norm get along now and will sometimes go for hikes and chat about life(and ways to wrangle gingi)

-allergic to shrimps

-can play piano

Oliver:

-Got a new therapist who doesnt think hes weird or annoying(it didnt phase him but thats not groovy to say to someone)

-has POTS, often needs to sit down at work so he doesnt faint.

-is a HUGE horror fan, could tell you everything about the behind the scenes of every major and minor horror movie to come out in the last decade.

-works as a haunt actor for the Dialtown Haunted House every single Halloween, wants to run it someday

-has a log of every new thing he notices about Gingis biology, the log is three books long now.

-Really wants to run a youtube channel where he does amateur ghost hunting with randy, has yet to convince randy that this is a good idea

-is very physically affectionate, though he does ask permission first before touching anyone!

-Has had top and bottom surgery and is comfortable where his transition is, thankfully his insurance under Mr. Dickens covered it! (Mingus isnt a TOTAL monster)

-has a digital scrap book of all his favorite memories with his friends

-makes rage comics unironically.

-favorite color is actually black, red just seems to be his thing!

-has been legally adopted by Mr. Dickens but decided to keep his last name as Swift because "it was rad."

-is actually friends with most of the ghosts and poltergeists that live in the cinema/scareshack

-kept the popcorn and soda dispensers, but got the soda dispensers to dispense SODA and not...whatever the fuck it was doing before.

-helped renovate the basement of the cinema into a haunted maze that he helped design, the theme changes once a year!

-got those unicycle lessons and knows how to juggle as well!

-likes rollerskating, has Heelys on all the time

-allergic to peanuts

-can play guitar

Norm:

-Is aware that Gingi sees the face on the sticky note change and thinks its sort of funny

-Is actually good friends with God and the two go out to lunch once or twice a month

-enjoys fishing and will take Randy and Oliver on fishing trips, Gingi usually follows regardless of invite.

-Sees himself as a father figure to most of the dateables, and is willing to fill in that role.

-apologized to Karen for his behavior by baking her fresh bread. is actually an extremely good cook

-irises and pupils are both void black due to exposure to the wormhole. He has not noticed this. Eyes used to be honey brown.

-Has to stop Mingus from doing a new evil scheme once a month, has a spray bottle for this purpose.

-does actually have other outfits for when the space suit needs to be washed, is never seen outside the house when this happens

-Oliver, Karen, and Randy have seen his real face, they were like "cool" as Gingi is just...far weirder.

-i imagine him as strawberry blonde. Short hair, either buzz cut or just short. maybe some stubble. I dont have a good image of what his face looks like, it is just bag to me

-not great at public speaking but REALLY good at pretending to be

-is actually very good at using technology but will sometimes pretend not to be just to tease Oliver.(it works every time)

-can also play guitar

Bigfoot:

-...no.

-okay okay i have one. You could use his fur to make yarn IF you washed it. You will never be able to get close enough to brush him though.

Misc headcanons:

-heads can be repurposed after death, like cadaver bones!

-the more popular headtype for modern business men and women is a laptop

-after what happened to Callum Crown, the answering machines function was completely separated from memory storage

-Snakes have syringes for heads

-peter and his wife are poly and want roger to be their third, but roger is as dense as a brick and peters too formal to just say it out loud.

-Harry and Jack are a couple in this universe, Jack is just a very odd boss to work for regardless

-Billy is Abel's kid. The mother is unknown. probably a one night stand.

-the swans miss randy :(

-there are a few headtypes that are banned for various reasons, one of which is having a megaphone AS your head.

-Roger is autistic and has a stutter, and sometimes has to use ASL to communicate. Peter knows ASL for this reason

-The Narrator could talk to the others, but only if it was an emergency

-all Dialtown OCs are canon. theyre in town somewhere, having fun and living their lives!

-Dialtown is bigger than shown in game, including the town square which has a fountain and a park surrounding it, as well as a skate park, rec center, arcade, a pizza place, etc.

-all the dateables have met satan at least once, they just didnt know thats who that was

-shooty and stabby are dating, theyre just very bromance about it. good for them...

-rotery phone heads are coming back in fashion as a sort of 'retro' vibe.

-getting prosthetics/emergency plastic surgery and medical care is actually quite accessible.

-jerry and his wife come visit dialtown every christmas soley so that gingi doesnt run all the way out there to visit them and get hopelessly lost. theyre doing quite well!

-there are competent members of the dialtown mob but they dont really do much other than hang out at the bar

if i think of anymore Ill let you know!! thanks for askin!

[were-my-demons-hide]

Unexpectedly I went skateboarding today!

I practiced Ollies and what can I say? It worked so well! They are not super high, but I am getting air on every single try. And it feels fantastic.

Skateboarding made my day today. It made me feel incredibly good. Even if I took a slam on the hip. I will take the pain for my emotional well being!

[strawberryspence]

snow on the beach by taylor swift but i take it literally.

steve takes eddie to a beach for christmas because eddie has never seen the ocean, never has seen a large body of water and eddie wants to see it. he’s been ticking off a list he wrote down the moment he woke up from his medically induced coma from being eaten by rabid, demon bats.

eddie munson almost died, and he hasn’t ever done anything good or remarkable in his life. he’s never seen the ocean, never been in a big rollercoaster, he hasn’t graduated, he hasn’t done anything to repay wayne for the life he has given him.

there’s probably 40 things on the list. here’s a few:

1. graduate high school, fucking please ✔️ (eddie did graduate. with the help of buckley, wheeler, and the whole fucking party. steve served cookies and drinks.)

2. thank uncle wayne. give him a hug for fuck godness sake. ✔️ (eddie did, from the moment he woke up from the coma, he cried and thanked him for everything he has ever done. wayne is his dad, through and through.)

3. thank dustin and give him the campaign of his life. ✔️ (eddie also did that, not only for dustin but for the rest of the party.)

4. go to one of lucas’ basketball games. you owe him one. ✔️ (eddie did, he went to every last game with steve even though people looked and stared but who the fuck cares? sinclair has the talent for shooting balls into baskets, and the smile he gave eddie the first time he came is worth every glare.)

5. thank the bald headed, super powered girl who came for you in the dark space. ✔️ (eddie met el. he thanked her for his life, but she just thanked him for helping her friends. eddie would like to think they’re friends now.)

6. thank everyone who believed in you when you were in the run. ✔️ (he did. he thanked wheeler, buckley, harrington, the kids. and they just smiled at him. told him, it’s okay. that he’s one of them. eddie would never confess but he had some tears on his eyes. BUT ONLY because of the dust.

7. ride a big rollercoaster. ✔️ (eddie did that too. steve made a big day out of it and then drove the whole party to the nearest amusement park.)

8. have your first kiss. ✔️ (yes, he did that too. it’s from robin fucking buckley. because they’re both gay, and both haven’t had their first kisses and they were drunk and high out of their mind. never again.)

9. go see a beach.

10. cook something that won’t kill a living human being. ✔️ (eddie did, he cooked pasta with steve’s help. it was pretty good and the party loved it.)

11. learn how to skateboard. (they’re almost there, max is still teaching him how to.)

12. dye your hair. or some shit. do something to your hair.

13. take a fucking hike. go see the fucking mountains or something jesus christ. ✔️ (he did. it was horrible. he’s just happy he can tick it off now.)

14. fall in love.

15. knit something. maybe some gloves.

16. get out of hawkins. get out of this shit hole.

17. go visit chrissy cunningham’s grave. apologize. i don't fucking know. talk to her. just go.

18. get a pet dog. ✔️ (he adopted the trailer dog. wayne wasn’t happy when hetfield peed inside their brand new, given by the government, house)

there’s about 20 more items in the list. some done, some still on going, some not gonna get done until a few years later.

steve finds the list november of ‘86. he knows there’s a list, the kids annoy eddie into letting them join and help him do some of it. he wants eddie to tick off number 14, only if it’s with steve. but that’s him being delusional. he wants to grant one thing for eddie for christmas.

so for christmas he drives eddie to the nearest beach, it’s not as big as any california beach, but it’s a beach, with some kind of body of water. it starts snowing halfway through the trip and when they finally arrive to the beach its full on snowing.

still eddie is happy. steve watches as he plays with the snow and sand, running and jumping around like a little kid. they could’ve swam but its too cold, steve promises that they’ll come back in the summer with kids. steve takes out some sandwiches and some hot chocolate he made. it’s warm enough that they can watch the snow and the water on the back of eddie’s van, doors open.

there’s a shimmer of glow in eddie’s eyes when steve finally tells him, “merry christmas, eddie. i hope this ticks one more thing on your list.”

eddie takes out the list out of his pocket, already crumpled and lines permanent from being folded, “would it be okay if i tick two things off?” steve feels like he’s being lit from within, as he nods.

“i guess.” steve answers. eddie smoothes down the paper on his knees, takes out the pen he always brings with him.

steve watches as he crosses out 9. go see a beach.

eddie looks up at him, and it’s almost too beautiful, almost like something steve has only seen in a movie. there’s snow behind him, coming down without sound. eddie’s wearing a black sweater, his cheeks red and his eyes twinkling like stars.

“would it be okay if i tick off number 14?” eddie barely whispers, like he’s afraid he’ll jinx it.

“are— are you sure?” steve whispers back, like anything louder would wake him up from this weird, but fucking beautiful dream.

eddie smiles at him, bright, wonderful, alive and moves closer to finally kiss him.

steve knows the feeling of being stopped by time, he knows it well from grandfather clocks ticking away. he thought that was it. but steve didn't know it could be so wonderful, as eddie kisses him and as time stops around them. if somebody ever asks, steve will tell you that kissing eddie would be the closest feeling to what he thinks flying would feel like.

eddie checks of number 14. fall in love.

he should’ve checked it off the moment he woke up from coma, asked for a piece of paper and pen and steve harrington got him a whole notebook and a box of colored pens.

[moonlight0934]

Do Better

Miya stretches with a yawn. Reki and Langa are chasing each other around the skate park, arguing about something. Everything aches, even though he’s pretty sure that he hasn’t been overworking himself. He still doesn’t get up to join them, because while he’s not sure why his joints feel like jello, he’s still not planning on going out there and hurting himself. Reki eventually walks over with Langa nowhere in sight.

“Hey, why aren’t you joining us? Normally you’d be skating circles around us by now just to prove that you could.”

Miya rolls his eyes before casting them back down.

“I’m just tired.”

“Oh, really?”

Miya nods gently while still keeping his head tucked into his arm. In fact his joints are starting to feel like someone is chisling at his bones, but he doesn’t say that. He just keeps his eyes down and lets Reki think whatever he ends up thinking.

“Ok, well you can go home. We won’t get offended.”

“I know. Not that I would have cared if you got offended anyway.”

Reki rolls his eyes.

“Alright, fine. I’m going, but I’ll see you later if you decide not to leave.”

Miya hums before letting his eyes fall closed. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but wakes up to Reki shaking his shoulder. The action hurts more than it should, and he can’t stop the hiss of pain from escaping his mouth.

“Woah dude, there’s no reason to make noises like that. I just wanted to let you know that we were heading to S now.”

Miya looks around, noticing that it’s dark outside. He sits up fully, biting the inside of his cheek.

“When did it get so late?” he mutters.

“I thought you were lying about being tired, but you fell asleep on this bench. Then stayed asleep the entire afternoon. Anyway, are you coming with us?”

“No, I’m going to go home.”

“Ok, see ya later then.”

Miya waves before grabbing his board and heading home. His mom is pacing by the time he gets in.

“Miya, baby, where were you?” She grabs his face, squishing him.

“Mom.”

She lets go of his face, but roughly grabs his shoulders. She’s still staring at him, and her grip is tight enough to hurt.

“I just got side tracked while I was out with my friends.”

“It’s almost ten at night.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Mom.”

“You know that I don’t want you out when it’s dark.”

Yeah, and that’s why I’m sneaking out of my window to go to an illegal skating ring.

“I know, Mom, and I’m really sorry. We were inside so I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

“You know that I’m going to have to call their parents, right?”

Miya’s brain short circuits for a few seconds before he realizes that she thinks he’s talking about his old friends. The ones that he never told her he stopped hanging out with.

“You can’t,” he blurts out before his brain can really catch up with what he’s doing. All Miya can think is that she has to stop before his old friend’s parents tell her that they don���t talk anymore.

“Why not?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.

“Because it’s not the friends that you’ve already met.”

Her eyes brighten immediately.

“Oh, so you made new friends?”

“Yes, Mom. I made a couple new friends. You wouldn’t have their parents’ numbers. Actually, I’ve never even met their parents.”

“Ok, who are these new friends?”

“Their names are Reki and Langa. They’re a little bit older than me.”

“How old are they?”

“Reki’s sixteen, and I think Langa is seventeen.”

“That’s really old. How did you meet these boys?”

“They skateboard, and they were at the rink that I practice at on my days off.”

“Ok, well, you promise that you were safe?”

Miya nods, and she hugs him one more time.

“In that case, it’s ok. Just go get some sleep, and try not to do it again.”

Miya nods, then heads straight up the stairs. He doesn’t tell her that he didn’t eat, or that he feels like his body might fall apart at any given minute. He just throws himself into bed, and goes to sleep. He doesn’t feel much better when he wakes up in the morning, and his head feels foggy. He goes to get up, but ends up falling out of bed.

“Ow.”

Someone knocks on his door, and he calls, “You can come in.”

He’s still untangling himself from his bedding when his dad walks in.

“Hey, kid, what are you doing?” he asks.

Miya freezes.

“I was just trying to get up.”

“Well, you’re going to be late.”

“It’s Saturday, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have anything to be late to.”

“You have practice with your manager, and another interview today.”

“Do I have to? I think there’s something wrong with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Either I’m sick, or I’ve just been overworking myself. I just feel off.”

His dad walks over and puts a hand on his forehead. He sighs as he stands back up.

“I know that things have been hard lately, but you need to follow through on the commitments that you’ve made. You don’t have to pretend to be sick.”

Miya closes his eyes for a second then says, “Ok, I’ll meet you outside. I just have to change.”

His dad nods, then walks back out. Miya stays on the floor for another few minutes. Then he gets up, changes, brushes his hair and teeth, then heads outside to meet his dad. The drive is quiet, and Miya has to force himself to stay awake for the whole thing.

His dad walks in with him, then says, “I’ll meet you here in a few hours. I have some errands to run, but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

Miya frowns.

“Can’t you stay?”

“Why?”

“I just don’t… I don’t know.”

“You need to get better at dealing with these things yourself.”

Miya stares at the ground.

I deal with everything by myself! I always had to do everything myself before I met my friends. I was always in charge, even as a child. 

He doesn’t say any of that, just heads inside without replying. His manager is waiting for him, already annoyed that he’s late.

“You have to learn to manage your time, Chinen.”

“I’m not normally late,” Miya mutters, but it’s not loud enough for anyone to actually hear him.

Even warming up feels hard. His joints ache, and his muscles are protesting his every move. His brain is still struggling to keep up with everything. His manager keeps yelling at him to hurry up. Miya doesn’t pay him any mind, doesn’t speed up, or even respond. By the time he’s done warming up, the news people are there, and he’s already exhausted.

“Since they’re already here, we have to do the interview first,” his manager says, and Miya just nods.

He listens to their questions about how he got as good as he is, and about his support systems, and how he balances normal life and this. He doesn’t really give an answer to any of these, just kind of non-answers. Everyone looks confused by the time they’re done, and his manager looks furious.

As soon as they’re gone, he says, “What did we say about your people skills?”

“That they suck, and I need to do better,” Miya replies though he’s not sure how he actually phrased it.

“You do need to work on that, but I didn’t say they sucked. Haven’t you been hanging out with more people recently? Shouldn’t that have helped, or were you lying to me about what you were doing?”

“I wasn’t lying. You do not want me to talk to them the way I talk to my friends though.”

“Whatever, just get started on your training. You know it’s a day to work on your new tricks.”

“I don’t want to. Can’t we do something else today?”

Something that won’t make my hands hurt.

“No. I know it’s hard, but you can do it. You’re one of the best people your age in the entire world.”

Miya rolls his eyes.

“You can cut the flattery. It’s not going to make me more cooperative. I’m doing it, but I’m not happy.”

He walks over to grab his phone. He texts his dad to pick him up, lying that they got off of practice early. His dad texts back almost immediately saying that he’s still busy, but that he’ll get there as soon as he’s done with his errands. Miya can just wait inside until he’s back. Miya puts his phone back then grabs his board.

He makes it through twenty minutes of training before his right hand gives out entirely. Since he was putting his weight on it, the balance shift sends his skateboard flying. He slams into the wall with a crack. His awareness fades for a second, and his manager is beside him when his vision comes back. His hand is throbbing terribly from where he hit the wall.

“I’m going to call your dad.”

Miya nods though he doesn’t say anything, because if he opens his mouth it is not going to be words that come out of it. It feels like a long time before his manager comes back over, holding his phone.

“He didn’t answer me, so I want to try calling him on your phone.”

Miya nods, then with his good hand, which is still shaking pretty badly, he punches in the code. His dad still doesn’t answer, so he takes the phone. He calls Cherry, putting the phone up to his ear.

“What’s going on?” Cherry answers, curt and to the point.

“Can you come pick me up?” Miya asks, aware of how bad he sounds. His voice is wavering, and he’s physically shaking hard enough to affect his voice.

“Yes, where are you?”

Miya gives him the address.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Those ten minutes feel eternally long, and his hand just keeps hurting more. Cherry looks worried when he comes in, and he looks even more worried when he sees Miya.

“Who is that?” his manager asks.

“What happened?” Cherry asks, kneeling down beside Miya. He hasn’t even looked at Miya’s manager.

“He was trying to nail a new trick, and fell. He hit the wall pretty hard.”

“Do we need to go to the hospital?” Cherry asks, gently taking Miya’s arm to look at it.

“I think so. I left my dad a voicemail while you were on your way here, so he can meet us there.”

“Alright, come on.”

Cherry helps him up, keeping an arm around him to make sure that he doesn’t fall.

Once they’re in Cherry’s car, he says, “So, what actually happened? Did you just fall?”

“No, I need to do better. If I did better, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Cherry frowns.

“Just walk me through what happened today, because Reki told us how off you were yesterday afternoon.”

“I think I’m sick, but everyone just kept telling me to do better. Have better people skills, and stop lying and faking. I didn’t know what to say to make them understand that I wasn’t lying. Then my hands gave out on me, and I practically flew into a wall. I think my wrist might be broken.”

Cherry winces, though his face is hard.

“I think I need to have a word with your father. Sending you to do this while you’re sick is absolutely unacceptable. Also I know that you’re not lying about being sick enough to warrant that being his first response.”

Miya looks down.

“You don’t have to talk to him. I probably shouldn’t have called you at all. This is a lot to ask already.”

“No it’s not. In fact, I’m going to call Kojiro to meet us at the hospital. I was with him when you called. He was really worried, and I said I’d call him once I knew what was going on.”

“You don’t have to ask him to come down here,” Miya asks as they pull into the parking lot.

“I know, and I won’t be. Once he hears what happened, he’s coming without anyone asking.”

Miya hums. They head inside, and Cherry calls Joe once he gets them checked in. The next few hours are spent waiting with Joe and Cherry. His dad shows up while he’s getting his hand X-Rayed. Miya can tell that they already ripped him a new one by the time he comes back.

“Was it broken?” Cherry asks gently, his tone soft.

Miya nods, and his dad immediately hugs him.

“I’m sorry.”

Miya nods against his shoulder, too tired to do anything else.

“Can we go home now?”

“Yes, I’ll do the rest of the paperwork while you stay with these two. Then we can go home, and we’ll wait to talk about this till tomorrow,” he says, glancing at Cherry and Joe.

“Ok.”

After he walks away, Miya turns back to Joe and Cherry.

“Thanks.”

“It’s no issue, kid. We’re always available for this kind of thing. Also, give me your address cause I want to drop off some food tonight.”

“Ok, but can you wait until tomorrow? I’m going to give my parents some kind of bullshit explanation for how I know you two, but I don’t want to do that until tomorrow. I just want to get some sleep.”

Joe nods.

“Of course.”

Miya smiles, even if just a little. 

[sodamnbored]

Alright so, I am obsessed with the idea that Jason has personally pissed off the Fates and that’s why his life sucks so much.

In both series that he appears in he has been slapped with a death prophecy almost immediately after getting involved in the plot. In each death prophecy it’s his life weighed up against the life of somebody he cares about a lot - his best friend, and then his girlfriend.

I’m sorry but somebody wants this boy dead.

And I am convinced it’s because he keeps wriggling out of his own death.

In The Lost Hero, everything is fine and normal right up until the end where they free Juno. And then Jason fucking dies. But because the doors of death are open and Piper yells at him until he stops being dead, he just - comes back.

Not long after that narrow escape they’re back at CHB and Rachel vomits up the prophecy of seven which demands either Jason or Leo die. Because Jason was supposed to be dead. And you can’t cheat Fate.

Jason gets away with it again when Leo takes the hit. And maybe, maybe, that would’ve satisfied The Fates. Jason should be dead, but they’ll accept taking somebody else in his place if it comes to it.

Except Leo doesn’t die either.

So then not too long after that, the first real demigod business Jason gets involved with again in ToA, going into the burning maze to see what’s up - he gets another death prophecy. This time it’s demanding either he or Piper die.

Like, they left him alone for a bit as far as we know. But they were still owed one dead demigod, so they had to try again to collect on him. I fully believe if he’d wiggled out of it again somehow that he’d just keep getting new ultimatums.

Obviously there was, what? A couple months from the end of HoO to the burning maze fiasco, and during that time Leo was running around and clearly not dead. It seems like they left him alone there. Fair enough. But we just didn’t see what was happening around Jason in those couple months. I like to think it’d gotten to sitcom levels of trying to end this boy.

Like remember that episode of Supernatural where that one Fate put out a hit on Sam and Dean, and there’s that little sequence of them walking across town afraid of dogs and skateboarders and fire jugglers and every little thing that could accidentally take them out?

I like the idea of probably oblivious Jason wandering around on dates with Piper narrowing avoiding being hit by a bus every time they cross the street, or nearly choking on hotdogs or something. Until he got back to work and they could pull out the big prophecy guns again.

I just think it works and makes sense because he did die at the start, and then it just keeps trying to happen. So I’ve taken it from when we first meet him in HoO. The alternative is that this has been going on already though. Remember when he first meets Chiron and the first thing Chiron says to him is “You should be dead.” And he looks uncomfortable and shocked, and we literally never got any explanation for why he thought Jason should be dead? Maybe he and the Fates have had beef since he was like seven and he just keeps getting lucky.

Doesn’t have to be the Fates of course. Could be Thanatos. But somebody definitely had beef with this kid.

[vxiphoid]

៚ BREAK ALL RULES !!⟢

❨ skateboarding with ruggie ❩ omg an actual fic😧😧!!! oh look its those two best friends that clearly have feelings for each other but wont admit it… KISS ALREADY. i need to start writing for more characters, i love savanaclaw too much😞 ooc ruggie (just to be sure), mentions of injuries, cursing, extremely bad explaining for skateboard tricks goodbye, not proof read, other than that tooth rotting fluff<3

⌜ 1k+ words⌟

♫ take me to the sun - d4vd & who - 웨터 (wetter)

“OH FUCK—“

“ruggie!? ruggie, are you okay?!” the camera immediately dropped as you slid down the ramp to assist your friend, landing in this crooked position with both of you somehow in the frame. ruggie was curled up on the pavement when you knelt down beside him, worry splashed on your face. it wasn't until you were kneeling by him did the faux hurt disappear from his face.

“i think i fell for you.”

then he shot you a cheeky little wink. you stared blankly at the man sprawled in front of you. ruggie had to purse his lips to stop himself from laughing, your expression was priceless. you looked like you'd just been scolded for some sort of transgression—y’know, before you finally realized he was teasing you, which prompted to you start attacking him with everything you could muster. “you absolute asshole! i thought you actually hurt yourself!”

ruggie, on the other hand, balled himself up and protected his head with his arms as he cackled. “ow, fuck— don’t hit me, i’m already injured!” he wheezed between chuckles. your punches got lighter and lighter till they were nothing but little pats on his shoulder and ribs as his contagious laughter effected you. and eventually the two of you collapsed into hysterical giggles, covered in dirt and scratches but happy none the less.

“you done watching that video? it’s your turn, you know!”

ruggie’s voice snapped you back to reality, the video playing from your phone quickly forgotten as quick as it stole your attention. it was supposed to be a simple video of ruggie doing an ollie since he was so adamant about actually having it down this time yet… he turned it into a corny pick up line after brutally falling on his face. you’re totally posting this on magicam.

you placed your phone down besides you, sliding down the small ramp for the umpteenth time tonight. “yeah, yeah, im coming!” ruggie chose the perfect night to practice skateboarding for the moon was at its fullest and the stars were all out, lighting the whole area with twinkling luminescence. it really made things look ethereal, especially in contrast with the street lamps nearby.

ruggie had found this skateboard a month back and there was this run down skatepark near the school so you both decided, hey, why not give some tricks a try. all the bruises and cuts definitely made your teachers and some students concerned but at least you were improving every now and again. it didn’t take long for ruggie to get the hang of it, at least sort of. there was this one trick you saw online that completely peaked your interest and in attempt of trying it, you ended up with a bloody nose. nothing was going to stop you from mastering this trick though, and if that meant getting bruised up more then so be it.

ruggie was squinting at his hand as you approached him, “i think i did actually cut my thumb when i fell, though.”

you rocked back and forth with your hands deep in your (rather, his) puffy jacket like the biggest shit you could be. “unfortunately for you, were all out of hello kitty bandaids.” he snorted at your words, turning around to face you properly. small scratches littered his face along with brightly colored bandages in different shapes and his smile wasnt as bright as his ocean blue eyes. he nudges the board towards your feet, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater before offering his hand. “ready?”

ruggie didnt miss how careful you were taking his hand and the slight squeeze you added when you stepped onto the board. your other hand flew to steady yourself as you put your other foot on the board. you glanced up to see him biting his bottom lip as his eyes trained on your shoes for any sign of unsteadiness or discomfort—like you might topple over if he weren’t looking. his concern brought a faint warmth to your heart as his gaze flickered to meet you, he was being so gentle with you. his hand loosened slightly on yours but you held on tight enough so he couldn’t pull away. “you good?” he asked with furrowed brows as his gaze lingered on your face. “don’t want you fallin’ off—“

“no.” you interrupted, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “i’m ready.”

for extra measurements as ruggie let go of your hand, his fingertips hovered over yours to make sure you weren’t going to fall, his hands quickly missing the warmth.

you started off slowly, gliding across the ground gently. ruggie followed suit closely behind, watching carefully to ensure no accidents happen. the wind blew past your faces, tickling your cheeks as you gradually picked up speed. he watched you smile to yourself, the glint of pride in your eyes.

it was only after you’d kicked off the ramp did he feel it—the familiar tug of your magic. the wind was working with you, your legs lifting off of the floor as you went higher. your back foot going under the board and flipping it back around, letting out a whoop that ruggie was sure he hadn’t heard from you before. his mouth opened wider than ever at your display—the wind was pushing you faster than he’d seen you move before. you seemed to glide across the concrete, never once breaking your stride. though when you landed, albeit a little off balanced, your eyes lit up like you had one the biggest teddy bear from a rigged claw machine. your face was glowing too, almost glowing like it could reflect your joy. your giggle rang through the chilly night air like music to his ears, and as soon as the feeling passed he felt it return tenfold. you were so fucking adorable. “did you see that?!”

ruggie braced himself for impact as you ran towards him with your arms outstretched, jumping and tackling him to the ground in one swift motion. the momentum caused the both of you to tumble onto your backs, your bodies pressed together tightly. his breath knocked from his lungs yet nothing stopped him from laughing along with you.

he pushes you away, scanning your face. “you’re okay, right? no scratches?” he reached up to cup one side of your face, gently wiping away a tear from your eye that rolled down to your nose. you were such an emotional little thing, it was absolutely endearing and god, he loved seeing you like this.

“of course i am! who cares?” you exclaim, knowing by heart that ruggie would catch you if you lost control of the skateboard mid-air. he always did.

your noses were brushing up against each other as you spoke, his eyes flicking down for a moment before darting back up. your lips were inches apart and if his heart was beating loud enough for the both of you to hear, it surely must have been so damn loud, you couldn’t miss the flutter of his breath against your face.

“i do.”

and maybe it was his tone, maybe it was the way he was staring at you in that way he was—so intent and full of emotion. you swallowed the lump in your throat; maybe it had something to do with the way he was gripping both sides of your face. maybe it was the warmness of his hands on either side of yours—you didn’t know and you didn’t particularly care. the urge to press your lips against his became too strong.

but he did. he leaned closer and closed his eyes, and suddenly you could hear the loud beating of your hearts, deafening even, as his lips brushed against yours for mere millimeters, yet your entire body froze in place. his touch was light at first, a feather light kiss that sent shivers down your spine. but before you knew it you had threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss in hopes of convincing yourself that you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t. it felt just as amazing as you dreamed of, warm and comforting as you melted into his embrace while pressing deeper into the kiss with passion.

ruggie pulled back with a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours in awe. a grin stretched across his face, his eyes still closed and a dazed look plastered across his features. he could see why everyone always said that love makes fools of us all, because he was absolutely sure he looked like a total buffoon.

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[drarrytm]

I listened to Sk8er Boi this morning and have done nothing but think of this wolfstar au. ITS A RIFF off the song not a direct interpretation. Ps: they all live in NY

Skater Remus had a fling with a ballet dancer and he fucked him up cause he was like “you’re not good enough for me” when Remus wanted more because he is all scarred from skating . So he’s like got a terrible view of himself now. About everything and about his scars esp the one from a fall that almost ruined his career that runs through his face across his nose and eyebrow. But he stuck through it went on to be big in the skating world even making it to the summer Olympics in skateboarding.

He’s bffs with James who’s an Olympic snowboarder and he’s married to Regulus who used to do ballet full time but now he’s an instructor because they’re going to have a baby. Remus always goes to support James at the Winter Olympics. And he always hangs with Reg when James is competing or practicing. This year Regulus brings his brother who Remus has not met.

And there is Sirius Black and Remus is like “this is the prettiest person I’ve ever seen ever in my whole life”. Sirius still does Ballet full time at the most prestigious ballet company in America the NYCB. And Sirius is obv immediately obsessed with Remus and is like “I’m obsessed with you” and Remus is like…. “Ummm it’ll pass.” (It doesn’t)

James and Reg have Harry the summer after James won the Gold in snowboarding. They make Sirius and Remus the godfathers so they start interacting much more. They become close and they kind of start dating at the beginning of the next year when Harry is 7 months old and Remus is like *internal monologue* he’s gonna leave me I just have to take what I can get.

So they’re dating and spending all their time together. He watches Sirius’ performances and practice and Sirius goes with him to the skate parks and watches him and tells him how much he likes certain tricks. They babysit Harry together at one of their apartments. Usually Sirius’ cause his is definitely more baby safe. He honestly spends most of his time there anyway. Remus is falling in love but doesn’t want to scare Sirius off. Sirius of course loves him but he doesn’t want to spook Remus after it took him so long to convince him that he actually wanted to date him.

A year and a half flies by and it’s time for the summer Olympics Remus made the team and everyone comes to support him. Remus falls hard on the half pipe at a practice and is carried away bleeding. Sirius finds him in the medic tent and Remus is cleared of a concussion or serious injury. But he can feel his scar on his face has opened and gotten bigger and longer. And his face is wrapped up in bandages. Sirius is crying.

So Remus thinks he’s going to break up with him “I understand if you want to stop seeing me I know I’m hideous with these scars”

Sirius is like ??? “What??? I don’t care about that I care that you’re okay?? I love you!! I was scared to death when you fell because I didn’t get to tell you!”

Remus is shocked “You love me?”

Sirius sighs “You don’t have to say it back”

Remus kisses him even though it hurts and says “I love you so much I just didn’t think you would love me back.”

And then they’re both crying and then James and Reg and Harry are there. They got his Remus’ injury update from the nurse Poppy so they know he’s cleared. After making sure Remus really is okay James goes “Who said it first?”

They share a look before Sirius raises his hand. And James pumps his fist and says to Regulus “you owe me 10 bucks!!” Cue an eye roll from everyone except Harry who pumps his little fist like his dad.

Remus goes on the win the gold medal and dedicates the award to his family and the love of his life Sirius.

When they get back to New York and Sirius gets back to work with a shiny gold band on his left ring finger complete with a tiny diamond in the middle of an engraving of a star.

One of the lower level dancers that had never made it onto a performance. And was just around cause of family connections came up to him. “You know I used to date your skater boy.” He sneered.

Sirius took a deep breath and held his hand out to admire his ring he turns his nose up at the man “You mean my Olympic gold medalist husband?” He clarifies “Hmm he’s never mentioned you.” And turns away.

[vodika-vibes]

Arachne + Sleepy Dogma = Extra Soft Fluff 😊

It's what they deserve!

But, I just had an idea~

Arachne wakes to the sounds of heavy steps through her home. Which is surprising, since Dogma is able to move very, very quietly when he has to. The loud steps don't get any quieter, so Arachne eyes snap open, to yell at Dogma for being so unnecessarily noisy so early in the morning, but the words die on her tongue as she stares at the ceiling. There are stars on the ceiling. Silly plastic glow in the dark things. Stars that she's not owned since she lived on earth. Slowly, with her heart sinking, she sits up and looks around the room. Pastel purple walls, a massive bookshelf covered in fairy tales and YA novels, and a dark purple comforter. She swings her legs out from her bed, jolting when her feet sink into a plush carpet rather than touch the cool wood of her bedroom. Silently she walks over to the window and rips open the curtain, and she immediately rips the curtain shut again when she sees the Empire State Building glittering in the early morning sun. "Oh, what the hell?" "Elena!" Arachne carefully opens the curtain again, her gaze landing on Avengers Tower in the distance, feeling kind of nauseous, "Elena!" The bedroom door slams open and Arachne jumps, and spins. Her mother is standing there, her hands on her hips, "Elena, do not ignore me." "I...sorry." Arachne never thought she'd see her mother again, and she has to blink the tears out of her eyes. Her mother is stunning, with dark skin and shiny black hair, and she's wearing a saree today. "You're dressed up today, mom." She looks worried for a moment, crossing the room to press her hands against Arachne's cheeks, "Are you alright, Elena. You look like you're about to cry." "I...I just missed you, is all." "Oh, lovey." She wraps her in a tight hug, "You saw me just last night. And you're just going off to college, baby, I'll still see you every week." "I know." Arachne wraps her arms around her mom in a tight hug, "So, um...I have to go and talk to Doctor Strange today." "Ah, what about Ai's piano recital?" Arachne is quiet for a moment, "If I can be there, I will be." "So this is important, then?" "Very." "Then go, Elena. Go and know that we'll be supporting you no matter what." Arachne smiles and presses a kiss to her cheek, "Ah, just make sure you dress nicely. He's a doctor after all." "Mooom." The older woman laughs and kisses her cheek, and then leaves the room. Arachne waits until they're gone, and then she pulls on her suit, and pulls some clothes on over it, and she hurries out of the house. Sanctum Sanctorum is less than 15 minutes from her home, 10 if she borrows her brother's skateboard. Which is exactly what she does, and she tosses the skateboard to the side as she enters the gate and hurries to the door to bang on it. Doctor Stephen Strange opens the door, stares at her, swears, and drags her into the house. "Have you spoken to anyone, Elena?" He demands. "My mom. She came into my room." Arachne frowns at him, "What's going on, Doctor?" "That is what I'm hoping to figure out. But I need to get you back before reality collapses on itself." Arachne blinks at him, "Yeah. You should do that." He thwacks her with a newspaper, "Ow." "I need to know everything that happened in the last week, Elena." "Ugh. Fine. Can I have some coffee at least?" Arachne asks as she drops on a couch.

[muserryy]

LARRY'S LITTLE KITTEN

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☆•° Harry, Louis with his broken wrist and their Little kitten, blue. hope you enjoy :)

James invited Harry and Louis as well as some of his other friends for a fun and light-hearted lunch. Everything was going well and good but then they both ended up at the hospital.

Louis William Tomlinson is quite a sass-master and though he may be sassy and unapologetic, he's also one of the kindest folks you'll ever meet. He appreciates a good joke now and then but when people get on his nerves and tease him and make fun of his physical attributes, more specifically; his height. He always knew how to fire back with a sassy quip. 

After lunch, everyone moves to the outdoor space of the house and gets busy gossiping and stuff. The sun is up but the weather is still pleasant and comfortable. The sound of soft music playing in the background and chatting provides a delightful environment. Harry is sitting there being kind and all smiley, having simple talks with anyone while Louis is busy with his own friends and mutuals as he stirs the glass in his hand.

Harry's head turns to Louis when he hears his voice carried by a loud laugh.

"wanna bet? I am very speedy, you know?" Louis says as his fellows tease him. 

Harry frowns not knowing what they are on but he goes to Louis and stands beside him when a guy starts calling out everyone.

"What's going on?" He asks him in a whisper.

"A race." He replies.

"A race?" Harry frowns.

"They think, they can win against me just because I’m short… I need to prove them wrong."

Harry sighs and shakes his head. "You know you don't have to do it just to prove them?" 

"Harold!" Louis fake gasps. "Do you think I'm gonna lose?"

"I never said that," Harry rolls his eyes.

Louis sweetly smiles at him, his eyes almost shutting.

"You, my love, just hold my beer and enjoy the race." He says, handing him his glass and walking away as the race is about to start. 

The garden is approximately 30 metres long. They decide that the one end of the garden will be the scratch line and the rear end will be the finish line. 

"The first one to touch the wall will be the winner." A guy says, seeming more than excited ever. He then smirks at louis.

Louis keeps a straight face, not showing much of his expression as they take their positions. 

"on the count of three. "

one. two… three! 

Louis starts dashing as others do the same. Shouting started and the names of the sprinters were being yelled.

Harry places the glass down and intensely watches, especially Louis who is at the very first. His celerity is actually so high that his body doesn't slow down when he gets near to the wall. His palms make contact with the wall and his body jerks back from the impact and he falls to the ground. 

Harry immediately slaps his palm over his eyes. He already knew something was about to happen. When there is louis, there is a happening but little did he know it's even worse this time. Nothing like slipping into the pool when one day Louis and some of his mates were drunk and tried walking in a straight line on the edge of the pool or trying new skateboard tricks in front of his friends but end up falling on ground, that caused him a minor backache. 

Harry sprints to where the lads are now crowded.

"You see I won, I told you, I told you!" Louis stands up and suddenly feels a sharp pain in his wrist, causing him to yelp but that doesn't stop him from shading them.

"So now.. I thought I was shorty? I beat you. It must mean that you're shorter than me, right?" Harry hears his sarcastic tone as he gets near them. 

The guy, who challenged Louis, laughs breathlessly and pats on his shoulder.

Harry comes to the front, seeing Louis shaking his right hand. "Ow!" He again yelps in pain.

"What happened? " Harry asks, moving closer to him. 

"Broke my wrist maybe." He giggles as shakes his hand again. "fucking hell, it hurts!" 

"Don't do that!" Harry stops him. "Is it hurting too much? let me check!"

"I guess it's just a little pain from the sudden crash." He tries to assures but he himself knows it's something worse as the pain starts getting unbearable.

"Louis, just let me see." Harry carefully takes his right hand and lightly presses his fingers to his forearm and then his touch wanders down around his wrist. That's when Louis again curses in pain.

"Maybe it's really broken…" James murmurs to Harry, pursing his lips and shaking his head.

Harry looks at him worriedly, "we should go to the doctor. right now!"

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The doctor takes an x-ray to assess the damage. He then immobilizes his wrist in a splint for support and so that bones can grow back together properly. 

After 2 days, the doctor discharged Louis and ensured a successful recovery. and now they just got home from the hospital.

"Oh C'mon Harry," Louis whispers but giggles while sitting on the bed. "I did win."  

Harry glares at him and his voice gets deeper. "congratulations! you proved them wrong but they don't even care. guess your wrist is just collateral damage, huh?"

"Well fuck, I didn't know this would happen. Did I?"

Harry keeps looking at him, he is not the one to shout or yell when he gets angry. He does become frustrated but he tries not to raise his voice or use profanity.

Louis tries to remove his pants with his uninjured hand. He did and threw it on the floor leaving himself in his boxers. Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he is familiar with his lover's habit.

He is about to remove his sling. "Don't!" Harry interrupts.

"I need to change. It smells like shit from the hospital."

Louis removes his sling carefully and tries to pull his shirt up but it was difficult with one hand.

Harry glares at his boyfriend, knowing he won't ask for his help so he just goes to him and kneels down in front of him. Carefully grabbing the hem of his shirt and helping in the process making sure not to make his wrist jerk in any way.

Now the shirt is finally off. Harry stands up taking Louis's shirt and his pants, which he threw on the floor not too long ago. He puts it aside. 

Louis just watches him like a child, shifting the fringes on his forehead to the side. 

Harry takes out his grey tshirt, which is obviously big for Louis. Walking back, and kneeling down he puts the fresh shirt on him. It wasn't typical like before as the shirt was big and loose. He then put on his sling. 

Still kneeling down, Harry stares at Louis, who was sitting on the bed, staring back at him. 

Silence. 

"Look, I'm not sorry, " Louis starts. "Because I didn't know this would happen. But if I had known and still decided to race and broke my wrist anyway, then maybe I would've apol-" Harry stops him from rambling by cupping his face with his hands and putting his thumb on his lips.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." He says, caressing under his lower lip with his thumb. "I know that you take jokes but there's no need of proving anything to those people. They just like seeing you annoyed."

True. His sarcastic humour and hilarious comebacks would've been enough for them. 

After a moment, Harry brings his face closer to him and kisses him on his lips, their nose nudges. Louis kisses him back softly and sighs as they pull away. 

"I'll make you some tea." They both stare into each other's eyes again. 

"I'm sorry.." Louis says, pursing his lips when he sees Harry frowning. "We had to cancel our evening trip to the flower shop because of me."

oh, the little evening trip to the flower shop. Harry smiles, knowing that he's genuinely sorry. 

Louis knows how much Harry likes to visit random stores and places such as flower shops, books and stationery stores even if he doesn't make much purchases, he just likes to admire such places and stuff. It's peace for him and Louis always likes to accompany his man. 

"it's not your fault… and we can do that any other time." Harry pecks his lips again. Standing up, he walks to the kitchen and Louis follows him.

Harry sets the kettle on the stove and begins making tea while Louis sits on one of the stools near the counter. Harry serves his homemade cookies on a plate and sets it in front of Louis.

They were talking when they heard a mewl sound, making their heads turn towards the tiny kitten. She crawls near Harry's feet and starts snuggling into it.

"Aye kitty, saw you after a long day." Harry crouches down and picks the little creature in his hands. Harry did come back to check up on her when Louis was at the hospital.

"This lil' shit!" Louis rolls his eyes as the kitten comes into his view.

"Loueh!" Harry scolds him, softly.

"You know I don't like her, we brought her here just because you wanted."

"At Least don't call her such names." murmures Harry. "Just look at her," He brings the cat near louis' face.

"Keep her away from me." Louis turns his face away, making a look of disgust as Harry laughs, pulling the kitten back.

"She's gonna be a great company during your broken wrist phase."

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2 DAYS LATER 

Harry is done writing in his journal for today. He keeps it inside his closet and walks in the living room to find Louis sitting on the couch watching some unknown entertainment on TV. But what surprises him the most is the kitten sitting on his lap. Harry squints his eyes on the cat to see one of her tiny legs covered in a gauze.

"What am I missing?" Harry asks, surprised.

"Well, she is a great company and… is cute." Louis runs his uninjured hand over the cat's little but soft furry head.

"Told ya, didn't I?" Harry sits next to Louis. "And what happened to your leg?" He asks the cat.

The cat lifts her gauze covered leg and looks at Harry, making her usual sounds.

"We were just bored so I did it." He looks down at her and smiles "yeah, blue?" Who replies with a meow.

"Blue?"

"That's her name."

"Why blue, though?"

"Because…" Louis shrugs. "She likes the colour of my eyes."

"Okay, now how do you know?" Harry turns his body to him, getting amused by this conversation.

"Because She kept our eye contact without breaking it at any point."

"Oh really?" Harry chuckles and shakes his head "so you thought she likes the colour blue?"

"yeah, she even likes it when I flip her off." Louis adds, making Harry laugh even more.

"I'm serious! you don't believe me? well...look at this." Louis puts his middle finger right in front of her face and she takes a hold of his mid finger with her front legs and snuggles her face in his hand. 

Harry covers his face with his hands, he can't stop laughing.

He cups Louis's face from the side and kisses him on his cheekbone. He presses his cheeks against louis' and they both smile down at their kitten, blue.

The 3 of them got busy as the TV was already being ignored for a long time.

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