#i remember i wanted to bleach my hair entirely but then got scared it will fuck my hair up sooo bad

[onewingedangels]

this is probably the devil talking bc I can't sleep but I want to dye my hair again

[bizlybebo]

VIXENNNNNN!!! Before I return to the dishwasher I have a question. What are your PD boys + Ashe headcanons. Appearances? Idiosyncrasies? Anything? Please 🙏

HEHEHEHEHEHE HIIIII IT’S 3:30 AM HERE (4AM BY THE TIME IVE TYPED THIS ALL OUT) BUT AAAAA I CANT NOT ANSWER THISS !!!!

okok here’s some off the top of my head:

-Dakota’s got a lisp + a bit of a hard time speaking overall. However, it also means he places a lot of importance on what people have to say since those willing to listen to him even if he takes a second are ones he wants to hear from the most, if that makes sense

-Ashe is naturally blonde. She’s got the exact same hair color as Mark, but she bleaches it. She also has green eyes like her dad, but she inherited her mother’s complexion and facial features (also her mom was hispanic. trust i’m bizlybebo).

-Vyncent’s not a huge fan of haircuts on Prime (loud environment + the icky thing where all the hairs get caught on your shirt), so for most of season 1, Tide took care of his hair. Without Tide to really take care of it during season 2, it grew out significantly. William and Dakota take turns trying to braid it now.

-Since Fauna’s pretty cloudy (as far as I remember), Vyncent’s not used to a lot of direct sunlight. He goes to the beach once on Prime and gets sooo sunburnt cause he Doesn’t Get the concept of sunscreen entirely.

-Dakota’s the shortest. This one’s literally canon but I personally like to think that PD in order from tallest to shortest is: Vyncent, Ashe, William, then Dakota. Will’s still like a good head or so taller than Dakota

-Vyncent is scared of multiple household appliances. He has beef with ceiling fans and toasters especially.

-William gets the tetris effect but for like solving mysteries. Whenever he’s really sleepy he starts rattling off random criteria or a synopsis of his general surroundings/anything he notices under his breath.

-Ashe, oddly enough, is the member of PD who goes the most all out for Christmas/holiday season. She loves decorating and making cookies and everything, since it’s her first opportunity to do it with friends and family again in a long time.

-It feels like everyone on here is saying this which makes me so happy cause it’s so real but: Southern William. ouugigohiifih it’s so real to me.

and then some rapid fire ones:

-William has ehlers-danlos. trust

-Dakota Cole freckles. you agree

-Scenemo Ashe and emo William. You agree

-Dakota is terrified of spiders (scooby doo jumps into Ashe’s arms), Ashe is the kind of person to take the spider outside, William just kinda freezes and decides it’s the spiders house now, and Vyncent probably fucking eats spiders

-William does specific makeup to make himself look more alive/masculine (tboy William real. trust)

-William and Ashe are both the kind of person to have one (1) hoodie they constantly wear and basically nothing else.

-Ashe makes kandi and made PD matching bracelets during s1 (smiles. don’t think about Dakota accidentally breaking it during s2 and how bad he’d feel)

-Vyncent collects jewelry (elf brain likes shiny shit or something) but doesn’t wear it often. He just. Keeps it on him and pulls it out to look at it sometimes all proud of it

-Dakota “accidentally” leaves his flannels in Ashe’s dorm all the time when he visits her so he has an excuse to come back. Ashe gives him one back and suddenly two more appear

-Williams actually very beautiful/handsome he literally just gets no bitches because he’s Like That.

[queenmina37]

hi!! i found out your bleach x bnha crossover series last night and i DEVOURED it, i had such a great time reading it and it's so funny 😭 i just wanted to say thank you for sharing such a brilliant brainworm that will probably now live in MY brain forever 💜 i know it hasn't been updated in like a year but that won't stop me 😾 and since we're here i figure i'll ask something: how would aizawa react if he found out ichigo has two whole *kids*?

again, Thank You and hope you have a good day 💜

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You're the person who left comments on Ghost Hunters of UA, aren't you?? I'm so glad you liked it!

This is an interesting thing because I could actually swear that I've written something about this? Actually, I just realized that I probably have some parts of the story written... that I haven't posted... because... I don't even know... I remember that I had the very last story for the series written, but I didn't want to post it if the rest of the series was still not finished, but I might actually post it at some point, if I can just remember to do that.

But I could swear I've written something about Aizawa finding out about Kazui and Ichika? It's possible it's one of the group chat chapters that I wrote and then decided not to go through with the idea at all? Yeah, actually, I just found it and it's definitely like that.

I'm not going to put this on ao3 (at least at this time), but since you asked, here you go! Please remember that it was written before the first chapter of Ghost Hunters of UA, so it might not be entirely accurate, for example with what happens in that story, but, yeah, anyways.

Karakura Gang + Stragglers (Group chat name)

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Ichigo

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

Uryuu

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

[A picture of the living room of the Ishida Residence. Sitting in front of a dark wine red couch and the low table in front of it, on the floor, are two boys around the same age. One of them has wild, spike orange hair that is just slightly smoother than Kurosaki Ichigo’s spiky hair. He’s grinning brightly, his purple eyes alight. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a baby blue hoodie. The other boy also had orange hair, though of a different, darker shade than the other boy’s. He was beaming. He had dark blue eyes. Both boys were staring right at the camera.]

Why is kazui in my house

Assno (Asano)

asdfghjkl

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh!

I didnt know kazui was over!

Dragon (Tatsuki... I think?)

Oh my god what the fuck

Arrancar Translator (Chad...?)

Huh

Queen (Rukia)

Oh my god how is he over there?????

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

omw dont let him leave

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Bit late for that

Reject Universe (Orihime)

I just got home and he just ran out (°-°)

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Is he scared of u?

This is like the third time he has done that right?

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh no surely not right?

I dont want kazui to be scared of me!!

Queen (Rukia)

He isnt scared orihime I promise

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

He just gets similar alarms ringing like when rukia smiles when he has done something he shouldnt have done

Also im coming over, see if I can hold him down long enough for renji to drag him back home

Karakura Red (Karin)

Caught the little shit

Bringing him home but ichi-nii should still come keep an eye on him

Me and yuzu have shit to do

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

omw

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

I will be there in a few hours once these idiots get the senkaimon going

Queen (Rukia)

Might be good

Kazui has been taking it rather hard that ichigo is on such a long mission

A bit of time alone with his dad will do him some good

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

Im sorry

Kurosaki has a son?

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Wait we didnt tell u?

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

No????

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

He has a wife and a husband too

Assno (Asano)

Some of us cant find one and he went and got himself two

Arrancar Translator (Chad)

Actually he has two kids

Son and daughter

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh but renji is actually ichika’s dad

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

What

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

Kazui and ichika are twins

Ichigo is kazui’s dad

Renji is ichika’s dad

Simple

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

In what universe

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Well I mean they have the same mom and are twins so its pretty simple

Must Protect (Yuzu?)

Aww!

[A picture of Ichigo laying down on the couch in the living room of the Kurosaki Residence. He has one hand under his head, while the other is wrapped around Kazui, who is laying between him and the back of the couch, his head on Ichigo’s chest. Both have their eyes closed. Ichigo is in his shinigami uniform.]

They are so cute!

Queen (Rukia)

Is he purring?

Karakura Red (Karin)

Of course hes purring

This is ichi-nii we are talking about

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

I’m sorry

Kurosaki

Purrs?

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Like an engine yeah

But only when he naps with the kids

They love it

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

??????

How???????

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

You havent heard him purr before?

Arrancar Translator (Chad)

He was already doing it in middle school but it escalated in high school

Queen (Rukia)

It escalated even more after he died

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

And then it became exclusive to the kids

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

????????????????????

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Wait

What do you mean its exclusive to the kids

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Its exclusive to the kids?

He only purrs when he wants to nap with the kids?

Queen (Rukia)

It calms kazui down and he falls asleep within seconds

Ichika too but thats because shes been conditioned into it rather than it being natural like with kazui

Why?

Karakura Red (Karin)

He does it with me too tho

Yuzu too

Reject Universe (Orihime)

He did it to uryuu once too!

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

What??????

Karakura Red (Karin)

Urahara said its a hollow thing

Pack thing and all that

Must protect little ones

Hes trying to calm down and put to sleep any younger relatives essentially

Must Protect (Yuzu)

Yeah I hear the visored do the same with him too

But he never does it to them because they are older than him

Karin has done it to me too

Karakura Red (Karin)

Yuzu!!!

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Oh my god

Assno (Asano)

Y r u guys so pure?

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Im not sure what about having a bloodthirsty cannibal in your head is pure but u do u buddy

Assno (Asano)

Wait no!!!

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Also I will be there in another 30 mins

Must Protect (Yuzu)

Stay for tea until they wake up!

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

I

I hate to break this to you people but kurosaki is expected at school tomorrow morning

Karakura Red (Karin)

Thats what shunpo and sonido are for

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

What does that even mean

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

He fast

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

That explains literally nothing

Queen (Rukia)

It explains literally everything

[faustocosgrove]

oh yeah? well psychoanalyze this!

so i forgot to post the night befor last’s weird ass dream so i was just going to post it today and lie to you all about when this happened, but then i had an even weirder dream last night so i’m just going to fess up and nip this in the bud or else i fear i’m going to keep having weirder and weirder dreams as punishment.

so night before last i had two separate dreams where i woke up in the middle but last night’s just had one dream with two acts.

~~~

night before last nights weird dreams starts off with me trying to color match in the least logical way possible, then i was running from something and the only place that wasn’t out in the open was a military base so i broke into the military base.

now at this point a logical person would probably think that if me, a wee little human can bust into a military base then clearly a big scary monster (which was presumably what i was running from) would also be able to bust into a military base.

this military base looked a little bit like a mayan pyramid and it also had an honest to god forcefield around it, but in stead of solid wall stopping you it just kind of slowed me down as i was swimming toward the base. once inside there was literally nobody home. opening one door revealed that at the base of teh stairs was a pile of styrofoam, drywall, and other bits and bobs that let me know it was still under construction when the project was abandoned. the rooms on the floor i had busted into were finished, furnished, and lived in. also empty. i got to the last room which had a hologram window that played nature scenes. then i heard the tv in an empty room turn on and i was so scared i woke up.

second dream.

presumably i was still in the same universe as the first because the water looked the same except i had a boat this time. the police arrived and asked me… well i can’t remember what the first guy asked me because i shooed him away. then his partner comes out for round two and she’s a short butch lesbian with buzzed and bleached hair and i immediately turned stupid. told her “i don’t know what i’d tell you if we went on a date later tonight” and i kissed the back of her hand. and then the first guy dragged her away from me.

stg i am a menace and i don’t even mean to be i’m just like this. anyway now y’all are warned that when the revolution comes to not tell me shit about anything because all it takes is one sexy lady just kind of standing there not doing anything to make me crack.

so after that i went to the store (??? ah yes, seduce a cop then go to the store. a totally normal couple of errands to run) and after wandering the entire grocery store i found literally nothing i wanted but then while going past the bakery section i found out it was valentines day and all the valentines day cakes for orders were in the display and they were all these fucking huge cakes. there was a tiny display of generic cakes for pick up customers and they were all half the size and like 90 dollars.

i kept walking past the grocery store and found out the other half of the building was a ritzy hotel. i don’t know how to explain the layout, like imagine a spread sheet, and most of the walls had doors but some doors were key access only and some were regular interior doors and each “room” was sectioned off by a series of key access doors. so every “room” had a bedroom but each also might have a kitchen or a massage parlor or a pool. didn’t find a bathroom. one of the “rooms” had a regular interior door where it should have had a keyed door so i broke into this couple’s hotel room by accident. i left their hotel suite and the room i emerged into had a bunch of people in it and they were all staring at me like “oh my god why were you in their room?” and the girl that gave me the stinkiest look turned out to be a hotel staff member even though she was dressed like it was 2005. so she’s showing people a pool room and i thought to my self “that door’s going to close mysteriously behind her” and then the door closed mysteriously behind her and she stopped making noise. i kept saying “someone open that door, she’s dead” and i finally convinced this guy to open teh door. the light was turned off and he turned it on. got closer to the room and yeah, there she was, dead. for some reason, i was tasked with pulling her body out of teh water, which i did. the things that killed her were discovered, they were sentient mannequin limbs. and since i pulled her out of the water they were coming after me so i was like, grabbing an arm and smashing the joints with a brick while a leg flops on me, then moving on to the leg.

anyway the similarities between the breaking into places and the water world universe clearly imply that there is some shared meaning between these dreams but all i got out of it was the fact that i am not immune to sexy lady.

~~~

last night’s dream was taking place in teh 1970s. i know this because everything was slightly sepia toned.

first i was in the woods with this guy and a panther walks by. like a big cat, not like a sexy older lady! the guy asks me what we wold have done if it had attacked us, like how do you survive an attack by a big cat. i said you don’t. this was news to th panther, and it turne back and looked at us while doing the “curiosity” tail wag thing. the guy looked at me and i looked at the guy and i said “i’ll go get some help” and then it turned out we were not in the deep woods but an entire city was literally right behind me. it wasn’t making any noise. the first road i found was a 5 lane very busy road and i stuck out my thumb to hitch hike. i thought to myself “i’m a sexy lady this should take no time!” and literally every car going past merged into the left lane so no one would be parallel to me when they were stopped by the light. so that was a blow to my ego. the guy scurried past me to a guy in a pick up truck stopped in the far lane and explained that there was a panther and we were trying to get away. the trucker told us he would give us a ride but he was disappointed because we gave him this long explaination about the panther first and asked for a ride second.

the radio is playing a single song, well the chorus of a single song on repeat. except it was just teh singer with no band behind him. it was in a voice that wasn’t mine though. after some light googling, i’ve found the song is “Jack and Diane” by John Mellencamp. which came out in 1982. so somehow my brain only remembered the chorus of the song and edited out the band lol. some more light googling, which was just putting “1960s trucks” “1970s trucks” and “1980s trucks” in an image search reveals that the very first result for “1970s trucks” was almost exactly what this guy’s truck looked like, except instead of yellow and white his was light salmon and cream. so i got the truck right for the 1970s but not the music.

then i was at a restaurant and as i’m sitting there shoving food in my face teh waiter keeps quizzing me but it’s the weirdest fucking quiz. the one question i remember clear enough to repeat verbatum was “have you ever performed a live sacrifice of a gar?” and becaue a lot of the rest of the questions wer garbled i sat and thought for a second to make sure i heard “gar” correctly then i said “you mean the fish???? no.” then he asked me why and i answered “well, presumably because i think fish are cute but i’m too busy with this food right now.”

i’m pretty sure during teh interrogation the waiter asked me if i was drunk and i said either “i don’t know” or “i don’t care” or “i don’t give a fuck”

and then this lady i know sat in front of me and just spoke spanish and everyone around me was waiting for me to respond. i was able to pick out a few phrases and they were all like, subtly insulting. mainly commenting on how during this entire interaction i was shoveling food in my face. in hindsight none of the food had any flavor, not the undercooked shrimp with isopods stuck to its tail, not the lobster, and not the extremely cheap chocolate box cake with store bought frosting. then she switched over to english and said something along the lines of “what do you think of gods who do not behave like gods?” and i responded with “oh, you mean like that asshole?” and pointed to teh ceiling. and then i woke up.

now that i’m awake the person i thought was speaking spanish to me was 100% not the same person i know IRL who speaks spanish because the dream lady was about 7 shades lighter and had a different face.

i feel like i just flunked a spontaneous interview for a dietyship. either that or alienes were trying to get the missile defence codes and fucking up their translation software severly.

~~~

upon further reflection i was way more emotionally invested in the food that i was in the previous dream’s sexy lady. so when the revolution comes and the cops come to drag me away make sure to like, cram a granola bar in my mouth as insurance against any potentially sexy ladies they might have on staff.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

3 fe bru ar y 2023 Ieday frieday <-accident 2:01 am pdt

I made some stupid little mistakes when she was ≈4 years old. Not too long b4 that I did have a learning disability test that showed my left brain 🧠 worked slower than my right side, so I’m not sure it is entirely my fault 🤦‍♀️ but I guess 4 simplicity let’s say it is & I’m a horrible person. As a background though, I had chronic eczema for years & was ocd w/washing my hands 🙌, & I had allergic reactions on/off to random stuff such as cat 🐈 hair, some fabrics, razor 🪒 strips, (2:27 some gloves), & I had accepted the consequences of washing my hands 🙌 with liquid hand soap which seemed to regularly break down my skin? I think 🤔 I might have already noticed? I think 🤔 a lot of people by now noticed that. I think 🤔 also at college someone put up 🆙 scary signs 🪧 to make us wash our hands 🙌. I probably believed in it? In elementary school 🏫 one day I washed my hands over and over bcz I didn’t have lotion 🧴 and I think it got drier & drier. It might have started stinging? Memory is starting 2 get bad. My aunt didn’t have toilet 🚽 paper 🧻? And she didn’t have regular hand soap 🧼 in the bathroom 🚽 at the sink. What’s there? Ajax liquid dish soap 🧼 w/ a little bleach. It s a mildly bright saturated deep orange 🍊 liquid. I unfortunately feel like I might have used a little bit of this soap 🧼 to wash her hands 🙌 once. 2:14 am pdt 😞😓 probably a very small amount. This might have been after I went to university 4 a year? Or immediately b4 it. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if I got confused 🤷🏻‍♀️ with the dawn liquid soap commercial & saw them washing baby ducks 🦆. Or if I thought 💭 that they used it bcz it was in the place customarily hand soap 🧼 is placed. If I already read an article about a woman who had a severe infection & was using diluted bleach to soak 🛁 in bcz it broke out all over her body 2:20 am pdt I don’t remember the chronology so it haunts me that I was so stupid to try something like that. 2:21 am pdt I don’t recall what happened if she cried & I don’t remember if anything happened to her skin. About a year ago I noticed her skin on her hands 🙌 looked very good! I had chronic eczema since 7/8 years old my skin was always breaking down and oozing body fluid & bleeding 🩸. & I used prescribed ointment 🧴 & usually on my hands 🙌 & wrists it doesn’t heal properly? It always had lines, striated? Unattractive. Hers are soft & smooth! Very nice skin! She even washes dishes without using gloves 🧤! 2:32 am pdt I didn’t remember it until this year. I don’t usually baby sit & I don’t remember washing her hands 🙌 any other time. I felt very bad about it when I remembered. Why do I feel as if my aunt chastised me about it? 2:35 am pdt maybe 🤔 I confessed? I don’t remember. Is this 😓 bad enough to get punched in the head? I think 🤔 that getting punched in the head though would usually result in brain 🧠 damage = death ☠️. Is it equal? Hand 🤚 skin is probably more easily repaired than brain 🧠 damage. 2:39 am pdt

2:41 am pdt my aunt wants us to go to away to a very hot 🥵 place even though I already expressed that I don’t think I will survive there in my current state bcz I felt very hot 🥵 & I feel that it is killing me. She won’t let my cousin come back & says my cousin is scared 😱 of me. I never used that dish soap 🧼 again on her hands 🙌 that I can recall. It was probably my only mistake physically with her other than not explaining diarrhea but I’m not a trained medical 🏥 professional. My aunt has a pharmacy degree 📜. & she talks as if she knows everything so whatever! Sticky teeth 🦷 enamel. She takes care of old people now instead of going back to pharmacy. She had a 10 year gap from raising my cousin when I tried to help with her resume many years ago. 2:48 am pdt. My back is roasting & I’m starting to have trouble breathing. I feel like no one cares about me. My cousin said “she knows my vibes” & probably said “bad vibes.” Probably incubus’ technique to hide his illegal activities such as sexual human trafficking activities bcz when I try to tell someone about “Brendan” many years ago around 2015, my cousin in another country deleted my letter that was to warn her about dating random people online. That 2:52 am pdt auto saved.

6:05 am pdt incubus likes to virtue signal 🪧 he has no intentions of changing the world 🌎 or his ways. After all, he said it’s in mans’ dna 🧬 to cheat. Jealousy exists though for what reason? So we are easily manipulated into giving man 👨 what he wants when he wants it, in hopes to keep him close by? 6:09 am pdt 😞🥵😤🥵😖😭

6:11 am pdt incubus really is giving me more diarrhea again. 😱😞😖😭 & my head has been burning 🥵 for almost an hour. 6:13 am pdt

I m afraid 😱 with all the diarrhea & the signs 🪧 he has been leaving around indicates he is going to cut off my legs 🦵. 6:16 am pdt

[redrobin-detective]

The late Daniel Fenton

It was shaping up to be a beautiful if chilly December day and Casper High, as always, was bustling. It was 7:49 and class was about to start. The teacher watched the last few kids stumbling in at various levels of wakefulness. He already knew who would be the ones to rush in after the bell but that was alright. Life was too short to stress about being a few minutes late to class, especially in Amity Park of all places.

He looked up to see Madison, one of his shyer students walk in before making a beeline for his desk. She was biting her lip and nervously rubbing her hand down her skirt. “Hey,” she began quietly.

“Good morning. What’s up, Mads?” He asked casually. She looked upset, he could probably put on a video for the class if she needed to talk. They really needed a permanent counselor but the constant ghost attacks ran off most of them so he’d taken up the unofficial mantle. It felt good to help his students like that, make up for past wrongs.

“Are we um, expecting any new students?” She asked, her eyes darting over to the door she’d just come through. “Any transfers, exchange students or anything like that?”

“No,” the teacher frowned. “Amity isn’t the kind of place people transfer into. Why?”

“There’s a kid in the hallway,” she mumbled. “I don’t recognize him, he’s got a backpack and everything but he’s... I don’t know he doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh you’re talking about that weird dark haired kid,” Kyle said as he entered and sat down with a slouch. But even the class slacker looked unusually tense. “Dude’s creepy, can’t put my finger on why but he definitely doesn’t belong.”

“Oh,” was all the teacher had to say. Suddenly he realized how cold the classroom had become, the uncomfortable feeling that was pressing ever so slightly down on them. “I suppose it makes sense, the ghosts have been quiet lately with the Truce and all. He probably got bored.”

“Sir?” Madison said.

“Shannon,” he said instead, looking over at the frizzy haired girl hunched over her sketchbook furiously at work. “Would you do me a favor and move to the vacant seat in the second row? Just for today.”

“What? Why?” the girl whined even as she gathered up her various arts supplies and got ready to move.

“That’s Mr. Fenton’s seat,” he said taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes in preparation for what he was about to see. Danny would come here, of course he would. This was Lancer’s old classroom and Danny had him for first period English Lit. He and Dash both did.

“Mr. Baxter? What’s going on, is it a ghost?” Malik asked from the back row while Shannon shuffled to her new temporary seat.

“Yes but you don’t need to be scared,” he said softly, evenly. “He won’t hurt you.” The bell rang but Dash didn’t start the lesson. Instead, he waited. Danny had never been on time to class the entire time Dash had known him, of course death wouldn’t change that.

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Lancer,” Dash gripped his desk so he didn’t jump when Danny Fenton simply appeared in front of his desk instead of walking through the door like any other student. “My folks couldn’t drive me, they’re still working on their stupid ghost portal.” A quick glance over at this class showed varying levels of fear, shock and curiosity but they were Amity kids through and through. The cold, powerful energy radiating off Fenton told them it was best to play along with whatever the ghost wanted.

“Perfectly alright Mr. Fenton,” Dash said softly, searching the 14 year old’s perpetually young face. He hadn’t changed a bit since Dash last saw him their second week of freshman year. It seemed unreal seeing how the years had taken their toll on Casper’s favorite son, Dash Baxter. God had they really been that young once? “Take a seat and we’ll get started.”

Danny shrugged and walked over to the seat Shannon had just vacated. He sat just the same, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the leg of the desk. As soon as he took off the backpack and put it around the chair, it disappeared. He didn’t say anything else, just sat as stared at Dash with piercing blue eyes like he could see right through him.

“We had been talking about the lead up to the Civil War but let’s table that for today,” Dash said, proud his voice only wavered a little. He knew other people had seen Fenton around town. Lina saw him standing outside the Nasty Burger maybe five or so years ago. Dale, who used to live near Fenton Works swore he sometimes saw someone moving through the windows of the long abandoned house. He’d always secretly dreaded the thought of seeing Danny Fenton again, afraid he’d finally get was coming to him.

“Instead, we’re going to talk about local history,” he continued, not daring to take his eyes off the undead teen. Every other living student was tense, afraid. He wished he could assure them that the ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on them. In the event Fenton decided to ditch the hero schtick, it would be Dash and Dash alone he’d come after. “Amity Park has long had rumors of being haunted dating all the way back to the 1600s. It wasn’t until the last century that scientists determined that Amity Park is located on top of a thin spot between our world and the ghost realm. Natural portals form here all the time allowing spirits to pass through.”

No one spoke and barely anyone breathed except for Danny would wasn’t breathing at all. He just sat and stared at Dash with steady, unblinking eyes.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton were the scientists who discovered the weak point in reality in Amity. They devoted their entire life to the study of ghosts and made remarkable advancements in our knowledge of ectobiology and culture, the first being,” he paused as Danny cocked his head in confusion, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Dash. “The first being their manmade portal to the ghost zone. The portal remained active for almost two decades for research purposes but was shut down following their deaths.”

“You’re not Mr. Lancer,” Danny said suddenly, his eyes shifting from baby blue to an ectoplasmic green. Marty, who was sitting to the left of Danny, swallowed a squeak of fear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No,” Dash sighed, “Lancer died almost thirty years ago now. Best teacher I ever had, he gave me his blessing when he passed on the job to me.”

“I,” the ghost ran his hand through his hair which was starting to lose its color. Seeing Fenton looking so scared and confused made him ache. It reminded him of old times. Dash had spent most of his life making sure he helped hurt kids if only to make up for the one he’d never been able to make it up to. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay, Danny,” he soothed. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“The portal, it wasn’t working at first,” Danny justified, his aura glowing a little more. “Sam and Tuck, they were curious. They wanted to look but I told them it wasn’t allowed, Sam, Sam she dared me to go in. I put on the hazmat suit and went inside and found the on button inside. I accidentally hit it and-” he paused midsentence and looked down at his hands. They weren’t pale flesh anymore but covered in white gloves. The black was completely bleached from his hair. A few of the students gasped as they saw the strange would be student melt into Phantom, the ghostly hero who’d been protecting their town since their parents were young. “I died.”

So much time had gone by. People were born and people were buried and the truth became distorted until it was just a legend passed jokingly around cafeteria lunch tables. Amity’s youth had forgotten their town’s history until it was sitting in a desk, trying once more to be one of them.

“You did,” Dash said sadly. He remembered hearing the news of Fenton's death. An assembly had been called the morning after the accident. Lancer had cried at the podium, Manson and Foley hadn’t returned to school for a week and had never been the same again. Dash hadn’t known what to think at the time, only that the kid he’d beat up for the crime of being different would never show up to school again. Or so he’d thought. “It was a tragedy, you were mourned by a lot of people.”

“I know you, don’t I?” Danny said quietly before he sat up straighter. “Dash?”

“In the flesh,” Dash grinned shakily.

“But you’re so old,” Danny said, once more distressed. “Your hair is grey and there’s wrinkles on your face and-and you’re a teacher now?” The last line was said with incredulity, his eyes flaring again. “You used to push me down the stone steps of the school and shove me into my locker and call me names.”

“Yeah, I did,” he sighed, feeling every one of his years. He was pushing 70 but he didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling like a stupid 14 year old who took out his frustrations on the ones who didn’t deserve it. “But you were the last; I never touched another kid again. I’m married now, four kids. I’m vice principal now, teach History and coach the school’s football team. It’s,” his voice caught again, still unable to process how young and stupid Fenton looked sitting there like no time had passed at all. It made Dash feel like all his accomplishments and attempts to be better would never amount to anything so long as his last victim roamed the earth unable to find peace. “It doesn’t fix what I did back then but I make damn sure that there won’t be any bullying at Casper so long as I’m here.”

“Huh,” Danny said, slouching once more in his seat but it looked less like his earlier teenage laziness and more weary. He and Dash were the same age after all, just because only one of them got old doesn’t mean time didn’t still affect them. “You did change, a lot of things did.” Danny looked down at the desk, “how long has it been?”

“Almost 50 years,” Dash sighed. “My wife wants me to retire but I guess I always find more things to do.” He paused then decided it was now or never. “I’m sorry Danny, for hurting you back then. I wish I'd gotten to know you better.”

For just a moment, Danny was perfectly clear. Even half floating out of his chair and looking like the local celebrity, his eyes were so painfully human. A boy killed before he ever got a chance to get started. Who’s will to protect was so strong it lasted half a century. It haunted him late at night to think of the glory and power of Phantom overshadowing just how incredible Danny Fenton had been. Not that anyone had seen it at the time. Soon there wouldn’t be anyone left to remember that quiet, kind teenager and then Danny Fenton really would be dead. Kill him just as thoroughly as that portal had.

The moment was broken by a breath of cold leaking out of the ghost’s lips and, just like that, his highschool classmate was gone and Phantom was left in his stead. He looked curiously around the classroom as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten there.

“There’s a ghost, stay here and don’t leave unless the fighting gets too close. I’ll get it though, don’t worry. No kids are dying today.” Maybe it was Dash’s imagination but he thought he saw Phantom’s eyes linger on him for an extra moment, trying to place where he knew the teacher from. Dash just smiled.

“Our lives are in your hands. Good luck, Phantom,” the ghost teen saluted before fading away entirely. Dash let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, suddenly exhausted but also lighter at the same time. It wasn’t every day you got to look your mistakes in the face and apologize. “Shannon, you can move back now.”

“No, I’m okay here,” Shannon said as she flipped to a new page in her sketchbook and looked intently at the spot where Fenton had once sat. “It’s like you said, that’s Danny’s seat.”

“I had no idea, Phantom’s been around for like, ever,” Freddie mumbled, pushing up his glasses. “But he used to be just like us.” And still was, Dash thought sadly. Danny would never grow old, never go to space like he’d always dreamed or marry Manson like he’d probably intended to. He was stuck, in more ways than one for who knows how long.

“Yes, that’s why it’s important to know your history. The Civil War and my other lessons are important but we can’t forget these smaller, more intimate histories. If we lose these lessons to time then we risk repeating the same mistakes over again.” He looked his students in the eyes, holding their attention.

“So we’ll continue today with the local history. Before he was ghost butt kicking superhero, Phantom was Danny Fenton, son of the local ghost hunters and a bit of an outcast in town. The Daniel Fenton Foundation was founded about a year after his death and was-”

[love-patient-0s-writing-world]

More Rantaro Headcanons

Class: SFW

CW: None (let me know if you want me to tag something)

Note: I swear I don’t only do Rantaro and Shuichi the rest are being worked on

You know his iconic green hair

Weeeelllll it’s dyed :O

He’s got aggressively dark brown hair

I mean he still looks really hot so-👀

Him with that dark brown hair and freckles

A ✨natural✨ look if you will

You’d change his name to “My Cowboy❤️” on your phone

You can imagine the fun time you both have when it comes to hydrating his poor bleached and dyed hair

Roots what’s that???

He makes sure that his ✨true color✨ never shows

If he does decide to let his roots grow out he really would be an avocado

Also please tell him he looks pretty or hot or handsome

Basically just compliment him when he decides to let it grow out

*gasp* “Who’s this handsome man standing in my bathroom with those luxurious locks and that cute butt?”

He let out a soft laugh “Good morning to you too (Y/N).”

Anytime you call him “Becky with the good hair” he’ll end up having to stifle his giggles

When he starts laughing and I mean laughing he’ll start snorting at first it’s little ones but the longer he goes on the louder they get

He likes sharing jewelry with you (don’t worry he sanitizes everything to hell and back)

We all know he’s rich as hell

This dork would buy so many couple’s jewelry 

Especially rings

He got an Animal Crossing themed set of couple’s rings when the game came out

Ever need or want fashion advice he’s the person to go to

Whether at home or in a store he will compliment you until you believe you’re the snack you are no matter the clothes

He’ll raid your closet when you two are done

And look better than you in your own clothes

Please wear his stuff too

He thinks you looks adorable in them

Something he enjoys doing is making you breakfast in bed

If you’re in a tough spot or super stressed out he’ll make sure you dont lift a finger the entire day

Wanna take a bath? The tub is being filled

Want a massage? Soft spa music will start playing

Wanna watch a movie? Netflix is already open

Want to only cuddle all day in bed? His arms are wrapped around you in a heartbeat 

Basically Rantaro is the best boyfriend to exist

His new talent title is now Ultimate Boyfriend

He loves you so much you don’t even know

But don’t let his calm exterior fool you

He fears losing you a lot

Both as a romantic partner and literally losing you like how he lost his sisters (he was able to find them but is scared that’ll happen again)

It’s the second one that he worries about the most though

Always holding your hand or has an arm around your waist

If you’re uncomfy with PDA

He’ll ask if he could hold onto a piece of your shirt while you two are out

If you’re wearing pants that have belt loops he’ll hook a finger onto one of them

Rantaro Amami being the little spoon? It’s more likely than you think.

When he’s having not so great days there’s nothing better than curling up in your arms with his face buried in your neck

Likes laying his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat 

It reminds him that you’re here with him and not lost in some place where he’ll never find you

Give him forehead kisses whenever he’s like this, it really cheers him up

Smiley lil avocado💚

Give him all type of kissies in general (he really likes your lips)

Lowkey touch starved but it’s subtle kinda

If you’re cooking or just standing somewhere, he’ll just come up from behind and wrap his arms around your waist

If you’re constantly cold, congratulations you have a lil heater for a boyfriend 

He quite literally makes you melt

Gives the absolute best hugs and cuddles ever

Make sure to give your avocado love and affection everyday as it will help him grow stronger

I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜

~Love Patient 0

[cooliogirl101]

If Sayuri was transported to Bleach canon alone (assuming the same premise of the lightning mist au, where Sousuke is dead so she doesn’t seek to find a way back), what would she do?

Well in the lightning mist AU, she basically went into a deep, deep depression and didn’t come out of it until she found Sakumo and Kakashi. I don’t think she would bother seeking out canon!Aizen-- she wouldn’t be able to bear having him look at her without any of the warmth, love, and recognition her Sousuke looked at her with. She’d wander the world lost, grieving, not wanting to live but not having the energy to die either. 

Ichigo first meets the woman in white when he is nine years old. He sees her standing by the river as he’s walking to karate practice, staring blankly into the distance. 

She’s not the first person Ichigo’s found wandering around Karakura Town looking a little lost. The others, they’d mainly looked confused, unsure of who they were or what they were supposed to be doing. This one, though...this one just looked sad. 

“Hey!” He calls out. She doesn’t respond and so he runs up to her. “Hey, are you alright? Do you need help?”

Close up, Ichigo can’t help but notice that the woman looks...really, really thin. He swallows, looking up at her sunken eyes, the dark bruise-like shadows underlining them, her hollowed-out cheeks...

“Are-- are you hungry?” He asks the stranger hesitantly. “Do you want to come home with me? Mom would be okay with it, she loves having guests over! And she’s a really good cook, everyone says so. You should come! I think we’re having curry tonight.”

Her eyes flicker down towards him, gaze sharpening for the briefest moment as she takes in his face. Then she turns away, walking off. Ichigo watches her go, expression thoughtful. When he gets home that night, he makes sure to sneak some extra snacks into his backpack for tomorrow.

Ichigo seeks out the woman in white every day for the next three weeks. It isn’t always easy to find her but something about the water seems to calm her, and so more often than not Ichigo can find her standing by the river. He still hasn’t managed to convince her to take any food but on the bright side, she seems to be tolerating his presence more. She hasn’t walked away from him since that first day and although she still hasn’t spoken, she’s starting to listen more-- her focus on him rather than the water’s depths. 

One day in mid-June, it starts raining really hard and so Ichigo sneaks an extra umbrella into his backpack in addition to the multitude of untouched snacks. He doesn’t get a chance to look for her after school-- the rain had started really coming down and Isshin had showed up to take him straight to karate-- and so once karate practice ends, he hardly even waits for Masaki before sprinting out the door.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” Masaki laughs, chasing after him. “What’s the rush?”

“I’m looking for a friend,” Ichigo replies, scanning the riverside for a hint of white. “She’s got brown hair and she always wears white. Do you see her?”

Masaki pauses, pulling Ichigo under her umbrella. 

“I don’t think so,” she says after a moment, peering into the rain. “With it raining this much, your friend is probably inside, Ichigo.”

“Maybe,” Ichigo says dubiously, cupping his eyes with his hands in an attempt to see better. Masaki looks at him, a fond smile on her lips.

“Tell you what. We’ll come back and look for her together tomorrow, okay?” She says warmly. “For now though, let’s go home. I don’t want you to get a cold.”

“Fine,” Ichigo says begrudgingly. “But tomorrow, I definitely wanna-- wait, I think I see her!” Before Masaki can stop him, he runs towards the faint figure he sees in the distance, where the rising water is especially turbulent. 

As he gets closer, he can tell that the figure isn’t the woman in white-- instead it’s a kid, a little girl probably around Yuzu and Karin’s age. She’s crying, clutching onto a stuffed bear, eyes swollen shut with tears.  

“Hey,” Ichigo says softly, so as not to scare her. Behind him, Ichigo can hear Masaki shouting his name. “Hey, are you alright? Do you need help?”

At the sound of his voice, the girl stops crying for a moment. She blinks, looking up at him with large, teary eyes. 

“The water is especially high today,” she whispers, so quietly Ichigo can barely hear her. She smiles, squeezing her teddy bear with both arms. “I love to swim. Will you swim with me, nii-san?”

The girl turns back towards the river, bending her legs as if preparing to jump. His heart leaping into his throat, Ichigo lunges towards her with one arm outstretched. 

“Don’t--!”

He never makes it. Instead, he feels a pair of arms encircle him from behind, pulling him into a secure embrace.

“Look away, Ichigo-kun,” an unfamiliar voice murmurs, even as a strange tiredness spreads through his entire body, causing his eyelids to droop. “This is not for you to see.” 

The last thing Ichigo hears before his vision goes dark is a sickening squelch, not unlike the sound of a butcher knife slicing through a fresh cut of meat. 

~~

“Forgive me, I don’t think I introduced myself last night.” Sayuri opens her eyes to find the same red-haired woman from last night in front of her, a kind smile on her face. “I’m Kurosaki Masaki, Ichigo’s mother.” 

“...Sayuri,” Sayuri answers, after a sluggish pause. She blinks, gathering her thoughts-- she remembers the weight of Ichigo’s body in her arms, handing him over to his frantic mother, the scent of blood in the rain. “How...how is he doing?” 

She has a general idea of Ichigo’s wellbeing-- his spiritual energy is bright enough to sense clear across town, even at this age-- but it’s always better to confirm. 

“Asking for you,” Masaki replies, her lips quirking up. “It was all I could do to keep him from following me here-- but then, I wanted to speak with you first.”

Her smile fades, expression sobering.

“You know, I spent hours rehearsing what I was going to say to you this morning?” Masaki asks. “I don’t even know where to start. You saved my son’s life.” She exhales shakily. “I mean, how do I even begin to thank you for something like that?”

There’s another pause before Sayuri figures out she’s expecting an answer. She rewinds the last minute of their conversation and comes up blank.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She asks after a moment. Masaki’s expression softens. 

“I said, I would very much like to thank you,” she says gently. 

“Oh.” Sayuri thinks about that for a moment. There was a time where she would have held on to the favor. It’s what Sousuke would have done, collecting debts and loyalties until-- 

She shakes her head.

“That’s not necessary.”

It isn’t like those debts had done much good in the end, anyway.

“Then at the very least, come over for lunch,” Masaki implores. “Allow me to do that much. Please.”

Sayuri closes her eyes for a brief moment, focusing on the other woman’s spiritual energy. Even that is a struggle, and the fact that she has to think about it at all...there was a time when she would have scanned it automatically, when the act would have come as naturally as breathing to her.

But then, it is so very hard to concentrate these days.

“I can’t eat,” she says finally, a statement that should have seemed obvious to her in retrospect.

“You leave that to me,” Masaki says, eyes warm. “I’ll figure something out. All I need is for you to come with me.” She extends her hand to Sayuri. “Shall we?”

There was a time when Sayuri would have analyzed every possible meaning and connotation behind such a gesture before accepting. Now, though...now it’s difficult to think, hurts to remember, and Sayuri is oh so tired. 

And well, it was just lunch. What could it hurt?

(What could possibly cause her more pain at this point?)

She reaches up and takes Masaki’s hand. 

~~

Sayuri, six months later, wearing a Kurosaki family sweater, sitting on the bleachers squished between Masaki and Yuzu at one of Karin’s soccer matches: ...I feel like I’ve been tricked, somehow

(idk I just like the thought of Sayuri getting aggressively adopted into the Kurosaki family. No, she did not have any say in the matter)

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

Find the Word Tag Game

tagged by: @drabbleitout!! my words: pat, perhaps, privacy, plan, play tagging: @drippingmoon, @ashen-crest, @zmlorenz, anyone who wants to, and the person who made my first PC Twitch stream a couple nights ago a little less intimidating :’) your words: swing, scan, supply, smile, scare

pat (Aurora)—

"Fuck." Guetry glanced over Warren's shoulder when Mercury walked in. "I don't know what they're gonna try to do with this new form but I really would rather not find out."

Warren pointed to the comm console. "We need to find Sig. Commander Libra. I need to know they and their crew are okay. Last I saw of them they were escaping the Lithuania."

Guetry patted a few buttons and swiped across the screen. "Commander Libra, this is the Ganymede. Come in if you read."

There was a pause. A bit of static. Then:

"Yes, this is Commander Libra. I read you, Ganymede."

Sighing this time in relief, Guetry nodded. "Hey, what's your status?"

"My crew and I have taken escape shuttles and are currently awaiting rescue."

"Got it. We're on the way."

perhaps (Rebirth)—

"He can function without Scotty, right? That wasn't something he told us was true so we didn't worry, was it?"

"It's not about whether or not he can function," Thrive said, leaning against the console.

"Then I guess I don't really get it…"

"The idea of suddenly not being able to read doesn't scare you?" Thrive folded his arms. "Or write? Or remember your parents' names? I'm not familiar with the extent of his physiological damage, but perhaps he won't be able to see fully, or hold a thought for more than a few seconds at a time. He could have constant seizures, or incontinence, or any number of neurological misfires. He could even be in consistent, agonizing pain that only Scotty can hold at bay."

Warren winced. "I get it now. Fuck, the Consortium's gonna subject him to that when all of this is over."

"Which is why this is a big ask."

"Forcing him to live in pain all the time...would be inhumane."

Thrive gave him a strange look. "These are the same type of people that took no issue with sticking you in an orbital correctional facility for the rest of your life."

Warren didn't say anything to that at first. "Yet you felt they deserved to be saved."

"The eliyi deserved that as well."

privacy (Aurora)—

Warren watched Guetry as he greeted everyone he came across on the way to the capital house—he'd bleached his beautiful sable hair into an ash blond bordering gray, and it had been styled into a spiky mullet with shaved sides, the back reaching the top of his shoulders. His makeup was monochromatic, which proved to be another interesting departure from the norm. Smokey black eyeshadow cut with shimmery silver on the lids, washing out the bright blue of his eyes. A single thread earring dangled from his left ear, a black chain with a small circle on the end.

"Should we be concerned?" Thrive asked once they returned to the privacy of his office. He motioned to Guetry's hair. "As delightful as it is to see you again, this seems a little out of your comfort zone."

Guetry released a sigh through puckered lips. "Yeah. Uh...it's not. Not really. I just haven't...well, I kinda have to start from the beginning before I can get into this whole thing." He waved a hand in front of his own face, then fell suspiciously silent. He bit his lip and looked sideways at Warren.

"Want me to go?" Warren asked.

"Nah...actually, I kinda need both of your help."

plan (Eternal)—

"No," Thrive said instantly. "You would absolutely not go with me."

"It's cute that you think you could stop me."

"If I had to, I would weld this entire apartment shut with you inside of it."

Warren lifted his brows. "I've been fighting my way through the Milky Way for the past, like, five months. You think I would let some metal stop me from going with you?"

"Do you think I could live with myself if you got hurt or worse in my galaxy?"

Warren took note of the softness in Thrive's expression as their eyes finally met. He saw the hurt in his face, the memories that had flooded back to him, the pain of knowing his home world was now merely a stone's throw away and yet there was nothing to show for it.

"You don't even know what their plan is, babe."

Thrive squared his shoulders. "As of right now their plan should be damage control and to make sure the eliyi don't get wind of this. They would need to contact Tytiva, possibly R'lis, somehow get them to believe we come from the galaxy next door—"

"If they were to send you back to Ashva, that's probably what they would do anyway." Warren approached Thrive and gently massaged the back of his neck. "Send you as a liaison to start a working relationship with...our neighbors. You know, I'm really not a fan of that metaphor."

play (Meridian)—

Thoeala's room, while smaller than Warren's and Thrive's, had at least been constructed with a child in mind, as much as could be said for a white room with one wall sporting a colorful planet mural. Various toys from all cultures lined the walls, and the bed had a gauzy aqua canopy spilling down over it.

"It's...nice," Thoeala said, turning in her hands a toy Warren had seen on Rotanga. "I think I could learn to like it."

"You know the drill," Warren said, eyeing the guards posted outside her room. "You come to us if you get scared in the night. Alright?"

She nodded. "I think I'm gonna play here for a while, if that's okay."

Warren noticed Thrive looking at him from the shadow of the hall. "Great. We're gonna let Atoa take us around the rest of the palace and I'll show you around later. These guys'll be here if you need someone."

[bteezxyewriter12]

Blood Type/ 3

Pairing- Jin x Named Reader

Word Count- 4.7k

Includes- jealousy, punches thrown, protective Jin, sex, missionary, riding

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Part 1 Part 2

J POV

I open my eyes to Jin's handsome face. And I can't help but smile

Ever since we took that nap, a week and a half ago, I just want him next to me. I don't think I can sleep without him anymore. He always lays down with me whether he's sleepy or not. He just pulls me in his arms and plays with my hair until I fall asleep

And I either wake up to him sleeping or him sitting next to me doing something like reading or on his computer. And he always smiles at me when I wake up

Always

I love him. I'm so in love with him, and I want him near me at all times

I remember how crazy Namjoon and his soulmate were when they first got together. How insanely jealous, protective and territorial they were of each other. And honestly, now, I get it. Just thinking of another girl looking at him enrages me

'Stop', I tell myself. I reach up and run my fingers in his soft silky hair. He dyes it so much, I'm amazed it's still soft. It's bleach blond again, like it was during BTS' save me era. I really love this color on him

I have this overwhelming urge to touch him all the time. Just feel him, make sure he's here. He moves a little, then opens his eyes slowly

When he sees me looking at him, he smiles, "Hi princess"

Ever since he called me that once he's been doing it all the time. And I absolutely love it

Leaning closer to him, I press my lips against his. This is the first time we kissed. He hasn't been overly affectionate and I think that's because he wants me to get better first. I haven't done anything because I'm still in pain and I'm just scared. But I don't want to wait anymore. When I pull back, he's look at me so confused

"I love you Jin", I tell him. He looks so shocked a second before the biggest smile burst on his face. My god, his smile is everything

"I love you Joanne. So much"

"I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner Jinnie"

"No princess it's ok. I understand. You went through so much and you woke up to everything being different. You needed time to get used to everything and get better. But Jo, I just want you to know I was never going to go anywhere. I'd wait for you my entire life if I had to"

He's amazing and I'm so glad he's my soulmate. "You don't have to wait Jinnie. I'm here and I love you more than anything. I just want you baby"

"You have me. Always". He comes closer, kissing me softly. I'm in heaven

----------------------------------------------------

I squeeze Jin's hand as we walk in the park. It's a nice day and we decided to go to the park today.

Jin and I walk everyday since the doctor told him it's good for me while I'm getting better. We started slow, just going around the block the first week and increased the walk everyday. But today is the first day I'm holding his hand. I love how big his hand is, how it engulfs my little hand and how tightly he's holding my hand. Like he doesn't want to ever let go

"You have to go back to the doctor tomorrow princess."

"I do?"

"Yeah. When I signed you out I was told that I had to bring you back in two weeks so they could check your head"

"Ok. Are you coming with me?", I ask

"Of course princess."

I smile and lean my head on his arm. He kisses the top of my head and I love it. He's been kissing me non stop, giving me soft touches, touching my hair. It's the best thing in the world

We walk a little farther, when Jin asks, "Wanna sit princess?"

"Ok baby"

When I glance at him, he has the biggest smile on his face. I think he likes when I call him that. And since I love his smile and always want to see it, I'll do whatever it takes to get him to smile

He leads me to a bench, pulling me down next to him. His arm moves around my shoulder and I lean into him, cuddling close, my arm around his body. I just love being close to him

"I love you Jinnie", I tell him

"I love you Joanne. You make me so happy princess"

"You make me happy Jinnie. Just being near you. Seeing you smile. Hearing your voice. I love everything about you baby"

"Oh princess, I love those things about you too. And so much more. It'll take me all day to tell you all the things I love about you"

I know he loves me. I knew from the first day he took care of me. He's always loving, gentle, always wanting to be near me, helping me. He's the best and I'm so lucky he's mine

---------------------------------------------------

"You want ice cream princess?", Jin asks

After sitting and talking for an hour, we got up and kept walking around. We're by shops now and there's an ice cream shop here. I love ice cream

"Ok Jinnie"

"I'll get it princess. Can you sit at the table and hold it for us?"

"Of course baby"

He walks with me to the table. When I sit down he asks me, "What do you want princess?"

"Mint chocolate chip on a cone please baby". He makes a face. I knew this was coming

"Mint princess? Really?"

I sigh, "Yeah baby. That's my favorite."

"You're favorite?", he says, his eyebrows shooting up

"Yes Jinnie. I know you hate it but I love it"

It's annoying that all of them except Jungkook and Hobi hate mint chocolate chip. Jimin used to make faces to me too when we've gotten ice cream

"I...uh...ok princess. If that's what you want", he answers, sounding unsure

"Yeah Jinnie, that's what I want"

"Uh ok"

"Do you still love me?", I tease

"Yeah princess of course. You're taste in ice cream just sucks". I stick my tongue out at him but he just laughs and kisses my cheek, "I'll be back baby"

I just nod and watch him walk inside the store. I look around and people watch while I wait for Jin. A few guys walks past me, one of them looking at me but I don't make eye contact

"Hey", one of them says and I don't answer. The rest keep walking but this guy stops in front of me. Oh god, now what? Can't he just go with his friends?

"Why are you by yourself? You're too pretty to be alone". I hold back a snort. Did he really just say that to me? Does he think that shit really works? "What's your name?"

"None of your business", I snap, crossing my arms and looking away from him

"Ooo I like sassy girls. It's hot just like you"

"Oh my god are you for real?", I ask, surprised

"I got you to talk to me."

Shit. He's right. "Go away"

"Oh c'mon baby. What's your name? You're really pretty. We should go out"

I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. Yeah right. Doesn't he know what go away means? I'm just about to tell him off when he's spun around

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Jin POV

I'm so fucking angry. I was waiting on line and I looked outside to check on Joanne. And I see some guy talking to her, smiling at her and I just lose it. I immediately walk outside and towards them

"Go away", she snaps, her arms crossed

"Oh c'mon baby. What's your name? You're really pretty. We should go out". She looks at him in disbelief, while I see red. I grab this asshole, turning me to him

"Back the fuck off!", I growl, getting in his face

He looks at me and laughs, "Who the fuck are you? Why don't you back off?"

"She's my girlfriend", I snap

"So? You don't own her. She can do whatever she wants". He starts turning back to Joanne but I grab his arm, turn him back and punch him right in his face as hard as I can. His head snaps back and he stumbles backwards

"Get the fuck away from her before I kill you!", I shout

"What the fuck?", the guy yells

"If you fucking look at her again, I'll tear your eyes out. If you fucking talk to her again, I'll rip your throat out". I'm so fucking angry. How dare he fucking look at her. Talk to her. She's mine. "Get fucking lost before I fuck you up more", I snarl

I guess I look crazy because the guy turns and runs away. I feel crazy. I turn to Joanne whose looking at me in shock. Immediately going to her, I ask her, "Are you ok princess?"

"Yeah Jinnie. I'm ok. Thanks for making him go away baby"

"Of course Jo. I'll always protect you baby."

She nods then kisses me softly and. I melt into her kiss. "Are you ok Jinnie? You were so mad", she asks when she pulls away

"Yeah Jo. I don't know why I got so angry. I just saw him talking to you and I just lost it. I guess this is what Namjoon was feeling anytime a guy went near his soulmate", I mutter

That was the most intense anger I've ever felt. I would of killed him if he came at me. I wanted to rip him apart. I just lost control and the thing is I didn't want to get it back. My brain just said to protect her and I went with it

"Jo...I didn't scare you did I?", I ask, just thinking of that now. I hope I didn't

"No Jinnie. I actually liked you defending me. It makes me know you'll always be there for me. And...", she trails off

"And?", I prompt. I'm glad she wasn't scared and that she knows I'll always keep her safe

"It was really hot", she blushes

I blink in surprise. Is she serious? "It was?", I ask

She nods, "Yeah"

I don't know what to say to that. But I like it a lot

"Do you still want ice cream?", I ask

She tilts her head, "Yeah Jinnie. If you want"

"Yeah but you're coming with me this time"

She nods, "Ok baby."

She stands up and holds her hand out to me. I take it, standing and we walk to the ice cream shop together

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"That's disgusting princess. I don't know how you can watch this show", I say. We're watching the Walking Dead again and some person just got ripped to shreds by the walkers

"It's just a show baby. And it's cool."

"Cool?", I ask in disbelief

"Yeah baby. When I see that, I'm trying to figure out how the makeup artists did it. That helps so I'm not grossed out"

Huh. I know she wants to be a makeup artist for stuff like that. She's still in school for it and she works to pay for it. So it makes sense for her to think of those things while watching the show. But to me it's just fucking nasty

She picks up the remote and shuts the tv off. "What are you doing Jo?"

She shrugs, "I don't want you to be grossed out baby. I can watch it another time. It's not a big deal"

Shit. I didn't want her to think I didn't want to watch it with her. "No princess, it's ok. You can turn it back on"

"It's ok Jinnie. I know you're a scaredy cat", she smirks

"Hey!", I protest. I mean it's true but still

"Oh shush and kiss me", she requests. Not a problem

"Fine but don't watch the show without me"

She nods, pulling me on top of her, her lips on mine, arms around my neck. Fire races through my body at her kiss. I love that I feel this way every time I kiss her. I slide my tongue in her mouth, making her moan and hold onto me tighter. I make sure I'm not hurting her arm, her ribs or her head wound as I kiss her and wrap my arms around her body

I love her so much

She's everything to me and I was so happy when she told me she loves me this morning. I didn't expect it and I didn't know if she would ever love me since she didn't say anything for awhile. But I'm over the moon she loves me as much as I love her

She slides her hand in my hair, running her fingers through it. And shit, it feels so good. Moving my kisses, I trail them down her neck, slowly and softly

"Jinnie", she whimpers

Fuck, I love that. Her hands slowly move down my body, making me shiver against her touch. Shit, I can't stop my body from trembling. I've never had this reaction to anyone. She stops at the top of my pj pants for a few seconds, then she hooks her fingers in the waistband and starts pulling them down. I stop kissing her and look down at her

"Jo, I don't know if it's a good idea right now"

I can't believe I'm saying this. But I don't want to hurt her. Her health and safety is so much more important than sex. She looks away from me, biting her lower lip

"You....uh....don't want to?", she asks quietly. Is she insane? Of course I want to

"That's not-", I start

"Is uh is it me? Do I make you not want to?", she asks, avoiding my gaze. What? She can't actually believe that? That is so untrue on so many levels

"No Jo, it's not that princess. Of course I want you. I promise. It's just I don't want to hurt you. I'm worried I'll hurt your ribs princess. They're still not healed yet", I explain

She lifts her eyes to mine. "You won't hurt me Jinnie. I know you won't. I trust you"

I hesitate. She trusts me and she really believes I won't hurt her. I'm scared but I want her so much

"It's ok Jinnie. If you're worried we don't have to ok? I was just scared you didn't want me"

I shake my head fast, "No princess, I want you. I always want you, since I found you."

She smiles at me, taking my breath away. "Then I'm ok Jinnie. It's ok. We can wait"

Do I want to wait? No I really don't. I want her. Now. I don't say anything, just kiss her soft lips again. She immediately kisses me back which I love. She has no hesitation, she just wants to kiss me too. I move my hands down her body while I kiss her. When I get to her pants, this time I start pulling them down

"Jinnie-"

"Shh princess. I want to so much. I'll be careful ok. If anything hurts tell me and I'll stop", I tell her

She nods, "Ok"

She puts her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me to her lips again. Slowly, I get her pants and panties off in one go. Her hands pull my pants and boxers down, then I help her and get out of them. Hovering over her, I pull her shirt up and gently take it off her, being careful around her broken shoulder and arm

"I'm sorry that you can't uh touch some of me because of this stupid cast", she apologizes

I shake my head, "Don't apologize princess. It's not your fault. We have the rest of our lives to do anything and everything ok?"

"Ok", she whispers, leaning up and kissing me. Her hands grab the hem of my shirt and pulls it off me

"Jinnie", she breathes, eyes on my body, hands touching me all over

I close my eyes, just feeling her touch. Suddenly I feel her lips and my eyes fly open. She's kissing up my chest, pulling me against her the higher she goes. I love her kisses. She's making me feel so loved, so wanted. I gently lay on her, feeling her kiss my neck and making my body trembles. Fuck, it feels so good. Her lips land on mine, her arms around my back. Opening her legs, I push in her

"Fuck", I moan as I slide through her tightness, feeling her clench around me as I get all in

"Jjj.....Jin", she cries, her legs squeezing me, her body pressing hard against mine

"Jo, fuck Jo". I can't fucking think from how good she feels. I start to move, in and out slowly. I don't want to go hard tonight. I want to make love to her and I don't want to hurt her. We have our whole lives to go hard, fast and wild. I want to feel everything now

"Oh my god Jin", she whimpers, clinging tightly onto me

"Feels good princess?", I ask

She nods, "Yes Jinnie. You feel so good"

"Good princess, I want to make you feel good", I whisper, kissing her cheek, then down her neck

I love the feel of her hands running up and down my back. Her hands are small and soft; they're the best. I love how her small hand fits in my big one. How her whole hand can wrap around my finger. How it feels when her fingers are intertwined with mine. Goddamn it, I can spend days just thinking about everything I love about her

Moving a little harder, pleasure spikes through my body. Her noises and moans are music to my ears and makes me want to make her feel even better. I feel her getting tight on me as I move and I'm so excited to make her cum

"JIN, JIN, SEOKJIN!", she cries, throbbing hard on me as she cums hard

"Oh my fucking god", I moan, my face in her neck, just feeling the fucking pleasure I'm getting from her orgasm. I can't believe it feels this amazing. How does it feel this good? I don't know. All I know is I want to feel it again. I keep moving as she orgasms and she gets so fucking tight

"More princess ok?", I ask. She just moans in response. "Please baby, be my good girl"

She nods, her hands on my upper arms, squeezing me so tightly. I move into a spot that makes her scream loudly. So I keep going making sure I slide into that spot over and over. "Jin....oh god SEOKJIN!"

She squeezes my arms so fucking hard as she explodes on me again. Her body crashes up into mine as she screams. God damnit I love everything about her orgasm. I don't think I could ever get enough. When she finishes, she pushes against me and I panic. I move away, sitting up and asking, "Are you ok Jo? Did I hurt you?"

She shakes her head, sitting up too

"Then-"

She just leans to me kissing me hard. And I forget everything I was going to say. I feel her pushing me backwards, so I just go and lay on my back. She moves on top of me and I get so fucking excited as I realize what's happening

She's going to ride me. Fucking yes. I've been fantasizing about this for the last week. She sits on me, sliding all the way down, getting me all in. And fucking hell, my body shakes from the pleasure

"Oh god baby", I yell, my hands gripping her hips hard, eyes closed. She starts moving, up and down, pleasure blasting my body so fucking hard

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", I whimper

I open my eyes and I moan from what I see. Her perfect body moving on me, her hair around her beautiful face, biting her lip and looking right at me. When she sees me looking at her, she gives me a small smile, making my heart burst in love. I love her so much, I can't even put it into words. My hands roam all over her body, just watching her

"Fuck Jin, you feel amazing baby", she whispers. Not as amazing as she feels. I'm one hundred percent sure of that

"You feel incredible princess. I've never felt this good before", I admit

She smiles at me, making her even more beautiful. She gets tight on me and I know she's going to cum again. Her eyes close and I watch her body start to shake on top of me. My mouth drops as I watch her orgasm, calling my name. Goddamn she's gorgeous. She keeps moving as she cums and I lose it

"Fuck JOANNE. Oh my god", I yell, coming so fucking hard as pure pleasure hits me hard

"Jinnie", she whimpers

"Princess, yes baby. Fuck yes"

When we finish, she moves off me and I pull her into my arms. She comes automatically, her head on my chest, cuddling into me. I love having her in my arms. It's like she belongs there

"I love you Jinnie", she whispers

"I love you Joanne. So much princess", I whisper back

I hold her and start singing to her. She's asked me to sing to her to sleep a few days ago and I've been doing it every nap and every night. After awhile, I hear her even breathing, telling me she's asleep

I just smile to myself, kiss her forehead and settle in for the night, holding the love of my life

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Two Months Later

J POV

I watch the makeup artist smile at Jin and laugh at what he says. She touches his shoulder and I'm seething. To Jin's credit, he glances at her hand and shakes her off his shoulder

He's not engaging in her flirting and I'm thankful for that. But still, the jealousy hasn't worn off yet. For either of us. Jin is super protective and I love it. He even yells at some of the guys if he thinks they're flirting with me. Or if they've been talking to me for too long

I am too especially because of his ARMYS but I'm trying to deal with it. I get that he has to interact with the ARMYS. He has to talk to them and while he tries to avoid touching them as much as possible, he can't always do that especially if an ARMY wants to hold his hand

But he explains that he doesn't want to do it and he doesn't like it. I believe him. The way he is with me and his jealousy prove that he's not lying

But watching this bitch flirt with him is getting me fucking pissed off. Especially since everyone knows him and I are together. I'm mostly healed now and Jin went back to BTS last week. I got all my casts off, my head wound full healed

My chest is free now and Jin has a new area of my body to touch, kiss and lick. He's kind of obsessed with my boobs but I get it. He wasn't able to see them before

Anyway, I just have to be careful and Jin wants me with him all the time. He wants to make sure I'm ok and doesn't want me to be alone. I'm fine with it because I still don't want to be away from him

"You're upset right?", Ashley asks me. Ashley is Namjoon's soulmate. She knows what I'm feeling since she's been through it before

"Yeah"

"I get it. And not for nothing that girl has balls. She knows Jin is yours"

I know. Everyone knows Jin and I are soulmates. The makeup artist smiles at Jin, and moves her body close to him. "What the fuck?", I mutter

"Jo relax", Jimin says sitting next to me

"Oh shut it Jimin. You give everyone, death glares when they look at Tae, even ARMYS". Jimin found his soulmate while Jin was at my apartment. He demanded the hospital to tell him who his soulmate was after he found out I wasn't his. And it ended up being Tae. They've been together just as long as me and Jin. So he needs to shut it because he gets just as jealous. Jimin scowls but doesn't say anything

"Look Jo, I know how you feel. But Jin loves you. He's not even looking at her or acknowledging her. He keeps looking at you in the mirror.", Ashely informs me

"I know. But it's just fucking enraging. I don't want to sit here and watch her try to get him"

Ashley nods, "I know Jo but really getting upset isn't going to help. I remember how I used to fly off the handle and it honestly wasn't the best way to deal with it."

I can get that. I remember her yelling and screaming whenever any girl even looked at Namjoon. But it's easier said than done

Looking back at Jin, the girl tries again, talking to him and this time she runs her fingers in his hair, beaming at him. Fuck this. That's my hair that I play with . I'm going to cut her fingers off. I stand up and make my way there

"Oh shit", Ashely whispers

"Ten bucks says she decks the stylist", Jimin says

"No way. Joanne is so sweet! She couldn't hit anyone"

Jimin snorts, "You've never seen her mad"

"Fine, bet", Ashley agrees

The girl looks up at me as I come towards her. "Get your fucking fingers out of his hair before I fucking cut them all off", I growl. Her eyes widen and she pulls her hand behind her back

"Do you're fucking job and stop flirting with my boyfriend". She narrows her eyes. She wants to fight? Bring it, I'm so ready

"And what are you going to do about it? I can flirt with who I want to"

"Wrong", I snap, pulling my arm back and punching her across her face. She falls back, hitting the table behind her

"I win!", Jimin cheers while Ashely grumbles

"Princess", Jin calls but I ignore him

"If you ever, ever fucking look at him again, I will kill you. You do not want to mess with me. Do you fucking understand?" She looks at me, holding her face, tears running down her face and she nods. "Get the fuck away from him. You'll never do his makeup again."

"Ooo...ok"

"Get lost", I snarl. She moves quickly to the side and runs out of the room

"Princess", Jin whispers

I turn back to him. "Why didn't you tell her to get her hand out of your hair?", I ask quietly. Why didn't he? Did he like it? Does he want her instead of me? He's supposed to love me

"I was princess. I was just about to when you came over. I promise"

I just look at him doubtfully, "Are you sure? It didn't look like you were. Did you like it?"

"No never baby. I would never like it unless it's you. I swear baby, I was going to tell her to back off. I didn't let her leave her hand on my shoulder. I wasn't talking to her or smile at her. I can't do that princess because it's not you. I don't care about anyone but you.", he says, taking my hand, "I swear it's only you. For the rest of my life"

I nod, "It's only you for me Jinnie. For the rest of my life too. And after. Forever"

He smiles and nods, "Forever"

I smile back and go into his arms when he puts them around me. Leaning down he kisses me and I melt into him. I'm so lucky I have him

Forever

[trashboi413]

the story of "the wonderbread guy" (because tumblr pc wont let me reblog the post i made for some reason)

alright so buckle up kids, this is a long one that im mostly copiying from know your meme.

About Murrlogic1's Wonder Bread Fetish DeviantArt Commissions also referred to as DeviantArt Wonder Bread guy, is an internet personality who has commissioned animations of rich women shopping for many loaves of Wonder Bread. He has also commissioned artists to create pictures of women destroying forests and filling up their Hummers with gasoline. Murrlogic has been in conversation with artists and commentators on KiwiFarms and Reddit since 2016. Report ad

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📷 Origin On March 18th, 2016, Murrlogic1[11] uploaded one of their first images to DeviantArt[1] titled "A gated White Bread community" (show below). He describes the image in a post saying,Asami and Winter decide to create gender roles for themselves. Winter stays at home and does all the cooking and cleaning HOWEVER since that is a huge job she also has the authority to intimidate, abuse, and berate all the other slaves who do that anyway. Winter just wants extra brownie points. Meanwhile, Asami begins to treat Winter not as a person but as property as she frequently demands her to work around the clock nonstop to fulfill her every first world problem For instance, Asami has the food palette of a 5 year old. She refuses to eat anything that isn't spongy and soft like Bleached factory sliced Wonder bread. She also wants her white bread drenched in mayonnaise to help fulfill that stereotype of being a white supremicist who wishes to exterminate all the subhuman water benders (Korra being on that list.) Winter obediently begins production of hundreds of Wonder Bread Sandwich factories tirelessly pumping the air around them with copious amounts of Co2. Report ad

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He absolutely was not just a normal guy with a weird kink. This shit was his life pretty much. He had lots of talk about consumerism, slavery, and capitalism and why there were all good things. Almost to the point of a religion to him. He tried talking to me about his commission of a comic of, I believe, Asami cutting down a rainforest and industrializing it, and like weird undertone of loving sandwhiches. Everything he talked about in this aspect came down to sandwhiches with him. Spread In 2016 and 2017, murrlogic1 continued to commission thousands of dollars worth of art pieces involving Wonder Bread. For example, on September 30th, 2017, Murrlogic1 posted a commissioned work to DeviantArt[2] which featured two blonde-haired white women at a "$andwich Land" theme park and a "deforestation roller-coaster" (shown below).📷On March 3rd, 2018, Tumblr[3] user joyfulattic claimed to know and have spoken to murrlogic1 and wrote in a a post that: Report ad

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He has spent thousands of dollars if not more on commissions for Asami abusing Korra Asami owning a sandwich factory and slave labor Blonde women own sandwhich factories and cutting down large expanses of forests And the list goes on to other really strange stuff, but none of it inherently sexual The only time I’ve known something sexual was his commission for shadman, which was, to the best of my memory, him asking Shadman to draw Korra and Asami abuse porn with like focus on Korra having a limp dick, that’s the most I remember from the screenshots he showed of his conversation with shadman, which he did show off and talk about how unprofessional shadman was for refusing to draw his commission. The way he fucking talks is just something mind blowing to see a man this far stuck in his own little hole. On a more dark and serious subject, he has been fired from his job and possibly disowned from his family for this kinda stuff. He talked about assaulting, sexually assaulting, and insulting the race or sexuality of his coworkers. People caught on he was kinda fucked up, and emailed his boss over that stuff and got him fired. I got to watch as he complained about it and the entire forum that he was on talking about it blew up for a good solid 2 hours over how fucked up this guy is for thinking he did nothing wrong, and him insulting everyone. It was absolutely bonkers. Please do not give Murrlogic commissions, his money isn’t worth being associated with this man. Over all he is a very disgusting person and while it’s fun to point and laugh, he is really not someone who should be given the time of day.

Over the next few years, Murrlogic1 conducted AMAs both on Reddit[6] and DeviantArt[4] in which he discussed his attraction to the themes vaguely."My 1st job I had was at a job called Bounty Farm which was funded and supervised by an organization referred to as "Petaluma People Services Center."I met my now Ex-GF at this place. When I was finally ready to go to her old apartment in Rohnert Park and she let me touch her tits while we watched Howl's Moving Castle they reminded me of Wonder Bread since I was trying to pinpoint what the texture of breasts reminded me of the most and Wonder Bread came the closest."On March 8th, 2018, Scared Sheep revealed the Wonder Bread Guy to be Michael McKay of Santa Rosa California in a KiwiFarms[5] forum. Murrlogic1 then responded to the thread using the name Damien6.[10]

i should mention that shadman (known for drawing loli porn, and generally being a huge dick) refused his commision

[housewarningparty]

how to live here!

here's a special deleted scene that was supposed to go in one of the chapters after rachel and chloe start fighting, but i never really found a place where it made sense. but i always liked it too much to delete it.

The first time Chloe had talked about hanging out in a junkyard, Max had kind of assumed she’d been joking.

She’s been here a few times already since her return to Arcadia Bay, but the novelty of it still hasn’t worn off. Chloe doesn’t seem to mind, letting her wander off, camera in hand, to explore and take photos by herself until she’s halfway through a roll of film and finally satisfied.

Max lets the sound of breaking glass lead her back to Chloe and snaps one more picture. Chloe, broken off hockey stick poised at the highest arc of a big swing, aimed at the sun-bleached head of a mannequin perched atop a splintered milk crate like a fucked up golf ball on a tee.

The arc of the swing is completed. The head goes flying with a sharp crack, landing in a pile of scrap a few feet away. Chloe holds the stick up over her head and cheers.

“You get that, Max?” she calls over her shoulder. “One for the highlight reel.”

“Got it,” Max confirms, reaching up to withdraw the Polaroid as it’s ejected from the camera. She closes the distance between them to show Chloe the shot.

“Sick,” Chloe says, and then twirls the stick in her fingers. “Y’know, I never used to allow press in here before, but maybe that was a mistake. A few more like that and maybe I can finally catch some attention from the big leagues.”

“I can’t imagine they can ignore skills like yours for very long,” Max grins, leaning up on her tiptoes and craning her neck to try to spot the mannequin head in the garbage.

Chloe grins again and mimes another swing. “Wanna take a shot? Ride out my hot streak?”

“I’m good,” Max says.

Chloe nods and shrugs and swings again abruptly, for real, putting the end of the hockey stick through the screen of a boxy old TV on the ground suddenly and loudly enough to make Max jump.

“You sure?” She props a boot on the corner of the TV to hold it in place as she yanks the stick loose. “It’s hella cathartic. You’ve always struck me as having more rage than you’re willing to own up to.”

“Do I really?” Max asks, a little alarmed.

“Maybe I’m projecting,” Chloe concedes.

They wander further, Max trailing behind as Chloe beats the ever-loving shit out of anything even vaguely breakable in her path.

“Remember when you actually played?” Max asks, after the fifteenth minute of uninterrupted smashing.

Chloe pauses, turning on her heel and drawing the bandage on her arm across her forehead to wipe away a bead of sweat. “Oh hell yeah. They called me The Destroyer.”

“No they didn’t,” Max rolls her eyes. “Only you called yourself that.”

“Me and both our dads,” Chloe points out. “Yours even made a sign.”

“Oh yeah,” Max laughs. “Y’know, I think you were the hockey hooligan kid he always wanted. I couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved when I quit the team.”

Her dad was a huge hockey fan and had been elated when she and Chloe had agreed when he showed them the newspaper ad he’d found seeking players for the local youth hockey team. William and their mothers had been a little more hesitant, Max remembered, but no one enough to really object to their joining.

Chloe took to it immediately, aggressive, competitive, and already more naturally athletic than Max had ever been. Max’s tenure was only a week long, but she’d remained a devoted fan of the team long after, going along with her parents to every game, home and away.

“Relieved, I think,” Chloe speculates. “You were a really small twelve year old.”

“I was appropriately sized for twelve,” Max protests. “You were tall.”

“Pint-sized,” Chloe teases. “Microscopic. Besides, you never had the heart for it. The bloodlust.”

“I liked the skating part. But yeah, you always had more fun with it than me. Did you ever get back to sports?”

Chloe shakes her head, quick and jerky, almost offended. “I never liked sports. I liked hockey ‘cause you guys would always come to my games and stuff. But then…after…”

Chloe missed the first couple weeks of practice, after William had died. It was Max’s dad that got her to go back, at Joyce’s insistence, hoping that the sport could be an outlet, that trying to preserve as much normalcy as possible would help Chloe deal with her grief.

Max and her dad had stayed in the bleachers through that first practice without William. Chloe’s play had been sloppier, and she’d left the ice early, face splotchy and red, thick hot tears running down her face into her jersey. It hadn’t gotten easier from there. It made sense that Chloe had stopped going entirely once Max’s family had moved.

“Anyway, can you even imagine me playing for Blackwell?” Chloe scoffs, brings the hockey stick down on the windshield of an old beat up car. The first blow sends a spiderweb of cracks all through the glass. The second penetrates, a small, fist-sized hole. The third, fourth, and fifth obliterate it completely.

Max closes her eyes, chases the images of a young, grief-stricken Chloe from her mind with this new fantasy. Chloe, hair undyed, strutting through the halls in a red and white letterman jacket. Chloe doing keg stands with Logan and Zach. Chloe with girls like Victoria and Juliet hanging off her arms. Chloe completely and totally ignoring a nerd like her.

“Okay, it’s a little weird,” Max admits, feeling a little embarrassed for the irrational churning in her gut. “You’ve never really been a joiner, huh?”

“Organized sports are so not punk rock,” Chloe says obnoxiously.

“It’s kind of hard to imagine you at Blackwell at all,” Max admits. “I wish I’d come back sooner. Y’know, before you left.”

Chloe’s quiet and Max knew it was a risk to go there at all, but it feels too true to keep to herself so she keeps speaking.

“I didn’t choose to be gone, but,” is it brave or stupid to do this now, actually? Has Chloe been waiting for an apology or will this just make things needlessly awkward and uncomfortable and painful? “I mean I wish I’d handled it differently. That we’d talked more while I’d been away.”

“Yeah,” Chloe shrugs. It feels like Max is on the verge of losing her, so she hurries on before the silence between them stretches too far.

“Can I be honest with you?” Max asks, stomach twisting in knots.

Chloe raises an eyebrow and nods for her to continue.

“I kind of thought,” she pauses and winces. “I mean, I was a little afraid that after I left you just. Wouldn’t want anything to do with me. That you’d replace me.”

“Max, what the fuck?” Chloe lets the words out in a harsh exhale and Max knows that tone of voice. Knows she’s pissed off for real, now.

“I know,” Max cringes, scrubbing a hand down her face. “But, I mean, you were always the cool one, right? And you were going into high school and I was still sleeping with a teddy bear and—”

“This is such bullshit,” Chloe’s voice cracks and Max was not expecting that. “You’re not just— You can’t just replace a best friend! I fucking needed you. I was so… I needed you so much and you hung me out to dry because you were scared I’d stop thinking you were cool?”

“No,” Max hurries to clarify, feeling appropriately breathless for the desperate, drowning sensation overwhelming her. “No, not like that. I just… I didn’t know how to handle it. So, I just kept putting it off, y’know? Like with homework. Remember how many times my mom had to bail me out because I’d wait too long on finishing a project and it wouldn’t be ready by the due date? Only no one could bail me out this time. And the longer I waited, the worse I felt, the more sure I was that you hated me, that you’d scream at me and tell me to stay out of your life. And I was too scared to face that so I…”

“I never hated you,” Chloe says, face caught somewhere between fury and despair. “Fuck, for the longest time all I wanted was to leave here, to be where you were instead.”

“The night you called me,” Max cuts in gently, proud at least when her voice doesn’t shake, “when you tried to run away, I was so scared for you. And I felt guilty because I realized I was wrong, that you still wanted to be my friend, and I knew I didn’t deserve it. I cried myself sick on the ride down with my mom to pick you up. It really freaked her out. But when we got there you just hugged me and you let me hold your hand the entire way back to Arcadia Bay.”

Chloe stays silent, chewing her lip hard enough to make Max wince.

“And even after, even though we were talking again the entire time I was away I’d think about being back here instead. I think about all the years I missed with you and I get mad because it feels kind of like my fault. Like if I’d tried harder it wouldn’t have taken this long. But I can’t fix that now, I know, I’m just glad we’re here now.”

Chloe shakes her head, rough, and throws the beat up hockey stick into a pile behind her. “Max, you fucking—”

She cuts herself and stomps over and Max isn’t sure what she was expecting, but she’s definitely surprised when Chloe wraps her arms around her, drags her close until there’s almost no space between them.

As tight as the hug is, Chloe’s hands hovering over her back are gentle. She’s quiet but her breathing’s rough. It takes a long time for her to speak again; when she does her voice is shaky, quiet. “I never, ever hated you, but I was pissed at you for a really long time.”

“I’m sorry,” Max tries to say but Chloe squeezes her tighter until she falls quiet.

“I got tired of it,” Chloe says. “And it wasn’t fair, either. Not really. We were just kids. God, I fucked so many things up so much worse than that. You don’t know how bad. If you did, you’d think I’m so pathetic. You’d hate it.”

“Chloe Price, you’re so many things, but pathetic has never been one of them,” Max insists, a little startled by the steel in her voice. Chloe tenses in her arms, but doesn’t move away so Max continues, gentler, “I wish I’d been here more. I know you weren’t alone the whole time but still, if I could go back and change anything it’d be trying harder to be a bigger part of your life. It’d be not letting it take so long to get here.”

It’s stupid, she knows, it’s ridiculous to think she could have prevented any of the hard knocks Chloe had taken in her absence but the thing is she’ll never know and Max thinks that she’ll probably always feel responsible somehow.

“God, imagine if we’d had a few years together at Black-Hell,” Chloe says and releases her, finally. She stays close, pushes some hair out of Max’s face. “We would have gotten into so much trouble. Me, you and…” She trails off with a wince but doesn’t linger. “You could have cheated off my science papers. I’d trade you rides around the Bay for homework.”

“Hey,” Max laughs. “Presumptuous. How do you know I would have compromised my morals like that?”

“Oh, you would have,” Chloe says, laugh all low and breathy. “When have you ever been able to say no to these baby blues?”

She bats her lashes facetiously, but the blush staining Max’s face is very real. “Okay, whatever. What else would we have done?”

“Oh, pranks,” Chloe says. “No doubt. We would have pranked it up so hard on those nerds. I always had this idea about semi-permanent hair dye and Victoria’s shampoo bottles, but I never lived in the dorms. And for some reason, Rachel refuses to be my inside man on this one.”

“I’d be down,” Max blurts out, not sure what the sudden pained look on Chloe’s face could have been leading to, but desperate to head it off.

“Wait, for real?” Chloe asks, appropriately distracted and Max realizes suddenly that her hypothetical assent to collusion had just been offered in practice.

“Uh, I mean—”

“No take-backs,” Chloe crows, gleefully. “Holy shit, dude, yes. Okay, I’ve got it worked out pretty well, this is something I’ve been sitting on for a few years at least. First, we’ll need a distraction…”

Chloe’s plan is elaborate, but thorough, and by the time she’s done laying out the details Max isn’t sure she’ll be able to follow through, but she does know that whatever lingering doubts about their friendship she’d had this morning were founded in one-sided insecurity.

“Let me sleep on it,” she says, finally.

“Max,” Chloe whines. “You promised.”

“I did not.”

“I mean, practically.”

“No, I didn’t.”

It’s almost like being a kid again, arguing about something pointless under the midday sun, a little dehydrated but having too much fun together to do something sensible like go back inside. Max has missed this for so long.

She’s deliriously happy she won’t ever have to miss it again.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Do you think that Hawk going violet will happen in a big emotional time? Like he's feeling like he's still a Cobra and gets confused and wants to leave Miyagi-fang (?) but something happens and he realizes that he's not a Cobra.

YESSSS this would be great!!!

Like I’m imagining Hawk feeling pretty conflicted because it’s been several weeks and STILL no one in the dojo really seems to like or trust him aside from Demetri and Miguel. Like even Mitch and Bert are wary of him, having seen firsthand how far under Kreese’s influence he ended up falling--and perhaps they’re a little jealous too, since he got to stay in Cobra Kai while they were both booted out. Johnny is glad to have Hawk back in his class, but he still can’t help but be a little angry with him for choosing Kreese over him initially--he knows HE’S the one who toughened Hawk up, not Kreese, and he can’t help but remember how readily Hawk dismissed him at first.

Maybe word gets out about Hawk trashing the Miyagi-Do dojo the previous summer--perhaps Miguel confides in Sam about it, and Sam, in a moment of hotheaded weakness, storms out into the dojo courtyard and confronts Hawk. I dunno if she would be mean enough to yell at him in front of everyone, but people almost certainly overhear regardless--and when it gets back to Daniel, ohhh boy. Hawk and Daniel were warming up to one another, and Daniel was even trying to help Hawk through some of his anger issues--but once he finds out that Hawk stole Mr. Miyagi’s medal of honor, all bets are off. (At least for now--Daniel has a way of coming around. But Hawk sure as hell doesn’t know that.)

After the whispers about what Hawk did the previous summer start spreading around the dojo, people avoid him even more. People look at him like he’s even more of a monster. Daniel doesn’t interact with him any more than is absolutely necessary. Hawk apologizes, of course--tries to channel as much emotion into it as he can so people know it’s genuine. But no one seems to believe him, and he can’t help but be confused about what else he’s supposed to do. Apologies for him have always been a one-and-done deal, and he’s not sure why everyone else isn’t accepting it like Demetri was. He doesn’t know what else to do to communicate he’s serious.

Demetri and Miguel both vouch for him, of course. Demetri especially--he’s used to getting across what Eli’s trying to communicate, attuned from years of practically being Eli’s voice. Demetri never wants to leave Hawk’s side, standing centimeters apart from him at karate practice and swinging a protective arm around him to squeeze his shoulder whenever people shoot Hawk suspicious looks. Despite his friends’ efforts, Hawk is miserable--he feels like he’s under the worst kind of microscope, and no matter what he does, no one is going to trust him.

He feels guilty about it, but he finds himself longing for his Cobra Kai days. How he was respected, feared, celebrated for his strength and his fighting skills and his ruthlessness. Now, it feels like everyone flinches at them--even Miguel and Demetri, on occasion. He just isn’t admired--just isn’t appreciated--like he used to be, no matter how much Demetri tries to reassure him. “I know they’ll trust you eventually. It’ll just take time!”

Hawk isn’t sure they’re ever going to trust him.

Sometimes he wonders if he should go back to Cobra Kai, regain the fame and the prowess and the fear of everyone who dared to cross him. He’d take Miguel and Demetri, of course--he can’t bear to be pitted against either of them ever again. But a bit of intensive training on the side for both of them, and he’s sure they could make it in Kreese’s Cobra Kai. They’re both incredibly skilled fighters, and the thought of the three of them becoming the three most intimidating fighters in the Valley is oddly cathartic to Hawk. The three most pathetic losers in the school, risen to great heights to be terrifying warriors who people were scared to so much as breathe wrong around. Demetri will come, Hawk is sure--Demetri would follow him anywhere, as long as he gets Hawk’s word that Hawk will never turn on him again. And Miguel...well, it might take some convincing to get him to leave the LaRusso girl, but if Demetri comes, Miguel will surely want to be with his two best friends more than his annoying girlfriend.

Hawk is walking home one day from karate training (a training that Demetri never showed up to--a bit odd, but Hawk figures he must have just called out because he had a lot of AP homework), thinking about how best to try and loop Miguel and Demetri into extra training, when his phone rings. He picks up, and it’s Miguel--panicked, hyperventilating, voice cracking like he’s been crying, rushing words out through raspy breaths. He’s hard to understand, talking fast with his voice choked with sobs, but Hawk makes out something about “Demetri” and “an ambush near the park.”

Hawk is at the location in minutes, sprinting there at top speed despite running never being his forte (Demetri was always the faster one between them). Demetri is lying motionless on the cement, passed out with his flannel slowly soaking through with blood. Hawk runs to him in a hysteria, screaming and crying and begging for him to be okay.

While Miguel calls an ambulance, Hawk is frantically looking over Demetri, trying to figure out where all that blood is coming from. No amount of punches and kicks could draw out that amount of blood. Then he lifts up Demetri’s shirt, and lets out a strangled whimper.

The Cobras are fighting with knives now, apparently. And someone--probably Kyler--carved “COBRA KAI NEVER DIES” across Demetri’s back.

And Hawk can’t stop crying because he knows this is his fault. There’s only one reason the Cobras would target Demetri--he was the reason for their latest deserter, and they knew that.

Or maybe he had simply been someone from a rival dojo in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe the Cobras were just those kinds of people.

Because it was never strength and power that Kreese cared about--it was war. Using dojo rivalries as an excuse to get away with hurting people because he enjoyed it. Because them being on the “opposite side” made it seem justified, somewhere in his twisted mind.

The doctors have to practically drag Eli out of Demetri’s hospital room. Luckily they’re able to at least reassure Eli that Demetri is going to be okay--it’s the only way to get him to leave. There are more knife wounds that he didn’t see at first, but they didn’t hit anything vital--thank god. Demetri’s lost a fair bit of blood, but he’ll be all right.

The text scrawled across his back most likely won’t scar, if Demetri cares for the wound properly. And that’s enough for Eli--he knows how meticulous Demetri is. He’ll get through it.

Still, the red stains on Demetri’s shirt and the dark cuts slicing through his skin are seared in Eli’s mind as he drives home. When he gets in the shower that night, he thinks of the words carved into Demetri’s back and his lips curl up in a snarl. He grabs a bottle of bleach, emptying the entire contents onto his limp scarlet hair.

Hawk bleaches and bleaches until the shower is a mess and the entire bathroom smells of cleaning products and every trace of the distinctive Cobra Kai red is completely annihilated. Cobra Kai never dies? Bullshit--they’re dead to him.

His eyes trail to a bottle of hair dye on the top shelf of the shower rack, and he grins. He’s been toying with the idea for a while now, but now...he’s never been more certain in his life. With the red gone, and Cobra Kai truly behind him...it’s time.

When Demetri wakes up in the hospital the next day. The first thing he sees is a jagged purple shape clouding his vision--hair, he realizes. “Who are you?” he mumbles.

“Come on, Deme, how many people do you know with a goddamn mohawk?” a familiar voice says.

His eyes focus to find Eli smirking at him, hair up in deep violet spikes. His hand feels warm, and he looks down to see Eli’s holding it.

Demetri hopes his blush isn’t too visible.

“Holy shit, dude.” Demetri can’t help but grin. “You look great. Why the change?”

“After seeing what they did to you, I couldn’t...do a Cobra Kai color anymore.” Eli bites his lip. “And it just reminded me of all the awful stuff I did there, too. But uh...you know how Sensei LaRusso is always talking about balance?” Demetri just nods.

“I guess I thought I needed something like that. Like I want to be cool and intimidating and kick ass, like Sensei Lawrence and Miguel. But I also want to be all...I dunno...rational and wise and moral and shit, like you and Sensei LaRusso. And Eagle Fang’s got the red thing, and Miyagi-Do’s got the blue thing, so I was like...maybe I should mix them? For balance?”

“Ohhhhh!” And here comes Demetri’s shit-eating grin. Hawk isn’t sure why he expected any different. “You think I’m ‘rational and wise and moral and shit,’ Eli? I thought you thought I was a ‘lame nerd!’”

Eli just rolls his eyes. “God, shut up. You can be both.”

“Also, are you going to stop holding my hand?”

“No.”

Demetri just snickers and leans back, enjoying the sensation of Eli’s fingers between his.

“I was thinking about leaving, you know,” Eli admits quietly, after a beat.

Demetri sits up, staring at him in shock. “What?”

“I didn’t feel like I belonged,” he explained. “I didn’t feel like anyone wanted me there, after everything I’d done. No one but you believed me when I said sorry. I thought maybe I’d be happy if I went back to Cobra Kai, took you and Miguel with me so I wouldn’t have to fight you and we could all become strong together without...without everyone looking at me like I was evil. But now? I never want anything to do with those assholes ever again. Not after they hurt you like that.”

Demetri looks at Eli so softly that Eli thinks he might melt. Then Demetri breaks out in another huge smirk. “Awww, you were going to try and bring me back to your evil karate cult with you? How thoughtful of you!”

“Oh my god, shut up. Yes, I think you would’ve been good enough to survive in there. Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Also, are you still holding my hand?”

“Maybe I am. Mind your business.”

When Demetri takes said hand and uses it to yank Eli forward and kiss him full on the mouth, Eli isn’t about to complain. 

When they pull apart, Demetri is a spluttering mess, quickly apologizing and insisting he wasn’t thinking. Eli just laughs, and pulls him forward by the neck so their foreheads are pressed together. “God, I’ve wanted that for so long, Demetri. Don’t you dare apologize for it.”

A short pause. “I know it’s been hard for you,” Demetri adds quietly. “At the dojo. But you have to believe me when I say they’ll come around. I know you’re a good person, Miguel knows, and everyone else will realize it too. It’s just going to take some time. But you’ll figure out how to make it up to them. I believe in you.”

“Okay.” Hawk closes his eyes and exhales slowly, letting himself relax. “As long as I’m with you, it’ll be fine.”

[sunflowersoonyoung]

bourbon & soda water | soyeon

w.c ↠ 1.1k

pairing ↠ soyeon x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ fluff, suggestive themes, mafia au!

description ↠ An alluring stranger in a bar is shockingly upfront about her career.

warning/s ↠ alcohol, suggestive themes

author’s note ↠ this was slightly inspired by alex and piper from orange is the new black. i’m not super pleased with this one, but nonetheless i hope y’all enjoy 💕

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Having finally arrived at the end of a dreadfully long week, you had to refrain from speeding on the way to your bar of choice.

The ambience there was exactly as you would expect on a Friday evening, loud conversation thick in the air. You hardly paid attention to the clusters of people, making a direct bee-line to the dark mahogany bar table at the edge of the room. It was a rather upscale joint that you could not really afford, but the atmosphere was so comfortable that it had swiftly become your favourite place to unwind.

The bartender approached you with a warm smile, dressed in a smoothly ironed black dress shirt contrasted well with a red tie.

“What will it be, Miss?”

Your interest grazed lazily over the wall of glass liquor bottles.

“A whiskey, just with ice, thanks.”

Lowering your head onto the wooden surface, you could feel the stress and fatigue soaking into your bones. A whole week you wanted only to erase with the consumption of a few drinks; to move onto the following week as if nothing had happened.

The stool beside you creaked beneath the weight of a stranger. You did not lift your head, not until she spoke, “I’ll have a bourbon and soda water. And you can put her drink on my tab.”

When you turned to face this anonymous speaker, she was already staring directly at you. You met eyes with her and she shot you a wink.

Her neatly trimmed hair had been bleached blonde almost to a shade of silver, the length sitting a few inches above her defined collarbones. Wearing a cropped singlet, you had to restrain yourself from glancing down at her slightly exposed cleavage and toned core. You would sneak a glimpse when she was not still watching you.

“What’s got you so down, honey?” She pressed her cheek to her palm, wearing an expression that seemed genuinely curious, though you knew it was merely playful banter.

“Nothing much,” you hummed, “Is that why you bought a drink for me? Because I looked down?”

The girl wore a wide grin as she spoke unabashedly, “because you’re cute. Isn’t that generally the reason?” Your face grew hot at the abrupt compliment, and she gleamed in amusement.

“So, what’s your name?” She was now brazenly exploring your figure, having earned her full attention from only a few moments of conversation.

“(F/n),” you responded, offering her a shy smile; aware and embarrassed by how her gaze was creeping up your stocking-veiled thighs, “And you?”

“Soyeon. Nice to meet you, (F/n).”

As soon as the silence stretched out a moment too long, the bartender arrived with two glasses, placing them where they belonged before the pair of you. You were almost too eager to take a mouthful, but ultimately the sensation of the bitter liquor sliding down your throat had been worth the wait.

“Cheers, gorgeous,” Soyeon had her cup raised, clasped between manicured fingers. With liquid courage beginning to warm your gut, you confidently met her eyes, a giddy beam stretching your cheeks.

“Cheers, Soyeon.”

Her name felt good to say.

-

A splitting headache and burning nausea afflicted you as you stirred from sleep, many of your memories from the previous night blurred. You stretched, soft bedding gentle against your bare skin, and opened your eyes with caution.

Though you recalled going home with Soyeon from the bar last evening, you had failed to remember just how lavish her flat had been. The walls were shades of brown and cream, a window stretching from the floor to the ceiling cloaked by thick curtains. 

You half expected to draw them back and find a hidden glass door leading to a balcony. There was as much length to this room as there was in one half of your own apartment.

Soyeon slept soundly by your side, her crimson bralette peeking over the top of the duvet. You were equally as exposed, left from a wild night in nothing but underwear. Although you were not sure what had occurred, you could very easily imagine it. Dark hickeys littered your breasts, further painting the image.

Abruptly, the phone on Soyeon’s bedside table began buzzing, jolting her awake. Without pausing she slid onto the plush carpet, pressing her phone to her ear and disappearing from the room. She only slowed for a moment to glance back at you.

You gradually sat up, taking care not to worsen the throbbing ache in your skull, eventually hanging your legs off of the edge of the bed. By the time you had achieved this, Soyeon had returned.

You could not say you knew Soyeon well, but the grim expression she wore as she strode back to bed was very unlike her. She was running her fingers through her hair, wracked with stress.

“Is … everything okay?” You asked, not entirely sure whether it was any of your business, but too worried about her to care.

“Just work,” she hummed, her harsh visage softening as she joined you in bed once more, wrapping her hand around your wrist and lightly tugging you closer. You laid your head across her plush thighs, rather fond of the view of her sharp features.

You snorted, “what kind of job do you do that makes you stressed like that?” Soyeon raised one eyebrow at you.

“I’m the head of a mafia gang.”

The abrupt admission snatched all of the air from your lungs. You sat up, leaning on one palm to examine her. Though you thought she was joking, the way her face did not shift even slightly warned you perhaps she was not. You laughed awkwardly, but her expression still failed to break.

“A-Are you serious?” You stammered, shifting onto your knees so that you could face her directly.

“Do I seem like I’d joke about that?”

Her touch skimmed your face, with such a subtle presence that chills ran down your spine. It took only a breath’s moment for her to advance till she was just inches from you. 

Butterflies tickled in your belly, her proximity bringing you back to school days; the innocent days when you would become shy over merely brushing hands with an attractive girl. It had been a long time since you had felt like this about someone. No one had made you so flustered.

“Are you scared?” She purred, her hot breath fanning over your cheeks, “I wouldn’t let you get hurt, sweetheart. I happen to like you, a lot.”

Though your head had gone blank and mouth dry, you managed to respond with a somewhat convincing, “I’m not scared.”

A wide grin bared all of her white teeth before she leant in and pressed her lips roughly to yours.

[scapegrace74-blog]

Lucky

A/N  I’m enjoying going back and filling in some of the missing Metric Universe details.  This one is set during the time of Jamie’s injury, so just after The Beginning, and it introduces some important secondary characters.

Inspired by the Radiohead song “Lucky”, and particularly by Thom Yorke wailing “it’s going to be a glorious day” as though he is trying to will it to be true from the depths of his agonized soul.

The entire Metric Universe is available on my Ao3 page.

January 6, 2015, The Royal London Hospital

Sterile hallways.  The noxious funk of London smog blending with the antiseptic sting of the Intensive Care Unit.  The endless thrum of traffic, bleep of life-saving equipment, squeak of rubber soles on linoleum.  It was only when she left the Highlands that she realized how much she took their clean air and miles of quiet for granted.

A few feet away from where she kept vigil in a stiff avocado chair, her brother lay in a medically-induced coma.  An orchestra of machinery beat out the tempo to his survival.  The zigs and zags of his heartbeat against the ivory background of an electrocardiograph called forth memories of their youth, racing like wee fiends down the snow-laden slopes behind Lallybroch.

Younger by four years, Jamie had long been larger-than-life, even before he surpassed her own diminutive stature at age eleven.  Lying now under hospital sheets carefully draped to avoid his flayed back, she remembered the tiny babe in arms their mother had carefully lowered into her lap all those years ago.  Fragile, as though life clung to him with only a provisional grip.

“Dinna ye dare think of leaving me, Jamie Fraser,” she softly threatened for what must be the hundredth time since arriving at her brother’s bedside five days before.  “I ken ye miss them, but Mam and Da have each other now.  I only have you.”

January 11, 2015, The Royal London Hospital

“Fer the love of Christ and all the saints, jus’ drink the damn water ye clotheid!” an all-too-familiar female voice rang out.

“Leave me in peace, Janet.  I dinna want any water,” a masculine growl replied.

Ian Murray was still some distance from Room 418A, but he could hear the siblings bickering just fine.  Doubtless a good handful of staff and other patients were within earshot as well.  He rounded the corner and observed a scene that was equal parts poignant, comic and exasperating.

Immobile by necessity while the surface of his back slowly reinvented itself, his best friend lay facing the door.  Ian’s fiancée stood beside the bedrail, five feet of visible agitation.  She held a cup of ice water so tightly in her right hand, the straw quivered.

Jamie was no longer the pallid husk who awaited them at the end of a frantic race from Lallybroch to the Royal London that first morning of the new year.  Normally hale and over-flowing with vitality, it was distressing to witness him so motionless, eyes sunken and muscles slack.  Unfortunately for both Jamie and Ian, Jenny’s sharp tongue increased in direct proportion to how much emotional turmoil she was forced to cope with.

“Och, ye’re finally here,” the woman in question exclaimed.  “Will ye explain tae this bampot tha’ he willna improve if he doesna listen tae what his doctors tell him?”

“And what of no’ getting me riled up, hmm?  Ye dinna seem tae care what the doctors say when ye stick yer neb in my face every twa minutes.”

“Mebbe the doctors dinna realize that ye’re a muckle-sized bairn with the sense God gave an...”

“ALRIGHT, THE BOTH OF YE!” Ian yelled over the melee.  “I am tired of hearing ye bicker an’ so is the entire fourth floor.  Jenny, ye’re tired.  I’ll take o’er for the night while ye get some rest.  An’ Jamie, drink yer water before I pour it over yer bloody hot head.”

Both Frasers froze with their mouths open in retort, surprised by Ian’s uncharacteristic outburst.  A deafening minute of silence elapsed before Jenny silently gathered her coat, cap and purse, wished the two men a curt goodnight, then left in a swish of gabardine and discontent.

“Ye’re gonna pay for that later,” Jamie remarked, bending a rueful smirk around the extended straw.

“It’ll be worth it no’ tae hear ye two scold each other fer eight hours,” Ian retorted, taking Jenny’s place in the uncomfortable avocado armchair but sliding it back a foot so that it no longer blocked Jamie’s view of the hallway.  

“Jen could harry Auld Nick inta church, and ye ken it well, a charaid.”

“Grant her some mercy.  She’s scared witless, Jamie.  After yer Da...” Ian left the rest unsaid.

His childhood friend nodded against the bleach white pillow, weariness and something more insidious weighting his eyes closed.  Minutes passed, but Ian could tell from his irregular breath than Jamie was still awake.

“How is it today?”

A shoulder twitched in a minute shrug which still caused its owner’s brows to furrow with pain, though his eyes remained closed.

“Hurts like hell, if ye must know.  But I’m told I should feel lucky tae be alive by a team o’ London’s finest medical minds.”

“And do ye?” Ian persisted, trying to excavate the kernel of anguish that lay almost hidden beneath all the layers of physical pain.  It had been nagging at him since Jamie first woke three days earlier.  It wasn’t only the extensive physical damage to his body and daunting road to recovery that was afflicting his friend.  The blast had shifted something nearer his foundation, destabilizing the very structure of the man he’d known since childhood.

A long, hissing breath told him Jamie understood what Ian meant by his question, and was giving it due consideration.

“Mebbe feeling lucky is wha’ led me tae this hospital bed.”  He spoke quietly but urgently, with the tone of a penitent in the confessional booth awaiting divine judgement.

“Ye dinna mean ye think ye deserved tae be burnt near tae death?  Christ, Jamie, twas an industrial accident and ye’re a firefighter.  Awful luck, aye, but twasn’t something ye did or didna do that brought it upon ye.”

Another long pause, and this time Ian thought his friend may have fallen asleep.  Finally, almost drowned out by the whir and whisper of life-giving machinery,

“I dinna ken what I think anymore, a charaid.  I got lost, an’ this is where my mindless feet brought me.”

Long after Jamie drifted to sleep, Ian sat in the awkward chair, listening to his breathing and trying to make sense of what he’d just been told.

February 13, 2015, The Royal London Hospital

Beads of sweat furled down his neck and his back burned anew.   Aegrescit medendo, he thought wryly as he readjusted his grip on the wheeled walker and continued his unsteady progress.

“Very good, lad.  We’ll have you running again in no time!”  Dauntlessly cheerful and deceptively matronly, Jamie soon learned that Maureen Graham was an exacting physical therapist as well.  It was exactly what he wanted, when he wasn’t cursing her for it.

“Can we no’ take the elevator to another floor?  Mebbe down tae the A&E?”  Jamie tried to pass it off as an offhand request, but silver-grey eyes narrowed shrewdly.

“That’s the third time you’ve asked to go downstairs this week, Jamie Fraser.  I’m beginning to think you don’t like my ward.”

Thwarted, he carefully pivoted in a half circle and began the arduous trek back down the hallway to his room.  Six weeks spent nearly immobile while the surface of his back was slowly reborn had sapped all his strength.  Even if permission had been granted, he wasn’t certain he could navigate his weakened frame all the way to the emergency ward he’d last visited the night of his accident.  The last place he’d seen her.

“What’s her name?” Mrs. Graham asked as he shuffled the final few feet and sank gratefully against his bed.  He thought about deflecting her conjecture, but it posed an opportunity too good to pass up.

“I dinna ken”, he confessed.  “Twas the nurse who saw tae me when I was first admitted.  Curly brown hair.  Eyes the colour o’ ripened barley.  I think she served overseas fer a time.  Afghanistan, mebbe?”

He was doing his best to appear nonchalant, aided in part by the fact that his muscles twitched violently after every therapy session, but he still didn’t think he was fooling Mrs. Graham.

“Oh, I know just the one.  You were lucky to be in her hands.  No wonder you pulled through.”  She poured a large amount of fresh water into his re-useable bottle.  He drank it down in rapid gulps that leaked over his chin.  He realized his was beyond pride at this point.

“Her name?” he begged.

“Nurse Beecham.  Spelled the French way, but she’s as English as they come.”

Nurse Beauchamp.  She finally had a name.  He vowed he would recover his strength so that one day he could walk up to her and properly express his gratitude.

[littleoddwriter]

Cocky | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

"10 with roman x reader, reader is being cocky and roman doesn't like it but when reader doesn't back down roman starts to realise this stubborn Bastard is more fun than annoying, go wild with it, I don't mind what direction you go in I just like the way you write roman" anon

summary; You’ve not been in Gotham for long so far and it was your first night at the Black Mask Club. Roman was absolutely breathtaking to you. So, you decided to try your luck with him, putting on a cocky facade to help you with it.

notes; Mentions of Alcohol use; Mentions of sex (at the end, briefly); Fake cockiness; First meeting; Little dialogue;  I took my chance to describe Roman the way I see him and fucking ran with it, rip. 

Some of your friends and you had decided to pay the Black Mask Club a visit one night. None of you had been in Gotham for a particularly long time thus far, but you've heard of the nightclub here and there; some really good things, and some rather questionable ones. Though, naturally the latter were just rumours. Everyone pretended to have never heard of or seen the owner of the club and his little lap dog be truly horrible to innocent club goers. Now that you found yourself sitting in one of the club's booths with a sweet drink in front of you, you understood the appeal of it. You couldn't really pinpoint why, but the aesthetics just really spoke to you. Although you thought it a little tasteless how the waitresses were presented, but they didn't look too unhappy with it. At least you hoped they weren't just really good actresses.

Across the club in a different booth you saw him. You thought he was really fucking handsome, even from afar. You wished he'd come closer, but it didn't look like he was about to change his current acquaintances for a while, engaged in the conversation as he was. Your friends had noticed that they have lost your attention entirely, so one of them nudged you with their elbow. You looked over to them, blushing a little. "What?" You asked, acting oblivious as ever. "We can see you eyeing that one guy. Go over to him and pay for one of his drinks or something!" One of them said, making shooing hand gestures. "Fuck no! He looks way out of my league. I mean, fuck, look at him. He looks expensive. I doubt he'd look at me twice," you shot back, biting your lower lip. "Oh, come off it! Just play it up a little, you know? Be cocky, act like you've got it all. I'm sure he won't care. Especially when you show off a little, y'know?" Another one of your friends said, leering at you playfully. Rolling your eyes good-naturedly, you downed the rest of your drink. Liquid courage, as it was called by so many people; and who knows, maybe they weren't wrong about it. Nodding, more to yourself than your friends, you got up and out of the booth, mock-saluting your friends. Then you sauntered over to the table where the handsome man sat with some women and a scarred up, bleach-blond guy, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was at this moment. The closer you came to the man's booth, the more uncertain you became. He was really fucking handsome, fuck. The glasses he wore shouldn't look good on anybody, yet here he fucking was, looking absolutely godly with them. And the black low-cut shirt under his blue velvet blazer that had some of his chest hair peak out of its collar? Fuck, you wanted to scream. He was perfect and so out of your fucking league. If you weren't already so close, you might have turned around, but that wasn't an option anymore. You were determined. Even if he'd laugh at you and turn you down. At least then you could say that you've tried. Taking a deep breath, you sat down in the only free space of the booth, next to the blond man. He glanced at you. God, he was gorgeous, too, but fuck, he looked absolutely dead behind the eyes. It had a shiver run down your spine. The scars on his face and neck didn't exactly lessen the intensity of it. Quickly, you looked away from him and at your target, this specimen of a human male. You smiled at him, trying not to look as nervous as you felt, but rather cocky, like your friend said. Just play it up and perhaps he'll spend a night with you, you tried to encourage yourself. Apparently just sitting down in his booth had caught his attention because he was looking at you expectantly, a hard edge in his eyes, which scared you a little, while also turning you on. "Are you lost?" He asked, and fuck, his voice was so fucking gorgeous, too; you couldn't make yourself care about his condescending tone. "I don't think so. May I buy you a drink?" You asked instead. He barked out a short laugh, it made your stomach flip in the best and worst possible way. "Well, maybe not then," you continued when he didn't answer apart from that quick laugh. "May I offer you anything else then?" The man's grin vanished and he looked at you, frowning, assessing. It made your skin crawl a little, but you didn't know why. Yet, you were so very mesmerised by him. You barely registered how he's sent the women, who sat there with him before, away. With them gone, he leaned forward, his gaze scrutinising. "Are you fucking serious?" He rasped. Not losing your cocky grin and posture, you fought every urge in you that screamed for you to fucking get up and leave. "Well, yeah. You're fucking gorgeous if you don't mind me saying that. So, I thought I should at least give it a shot, right? It's not every day that I see a guy as handsome as you," you replied honestly. His eyebrows climbed up his forehead, as a surprised chuckle left his lips. "Can you fucking believe that, Zsasz?" The man asked, looking at the blond guy - Zsasz, apparently. "Sure as fuck not, Boss," Zsasz shot back. "Should I get rid of him?" "Hm, no. I'm interested to see where this is going," the handsome man said, talking to the other man as if you weren't there at all. Looking back at you, he made a hand gesture, indicating for you to go on. "Well, frankly, I don't know what else I should try, but I would really appreciate it to spend the night with you," you grinned. He got a little in your face then, looking at you intensely. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" "No, I honestly don't. Should I?" You felt like you were treading into dangerous territory, but you really couldn't make yourself care about it. "Hah! Hilarious!" He barked out dryly. "I'm serious. I don't know who you are. All I know is that you're fucking breathtaking, so I wanted to try my luck at least, y'know?" "Fucking unbelievable. You're not from here then?" You shook your head. "Roman Sionis is the name. I'm the humble owner of this establishment." Your eyes widened almost comically, you were sure. "Shit," you muttered under your breath. Of course, he was! "You know, anyone else who's as bold and stupid as you were tonight, wouldn't see the light of day after doing so," he rasped, leaning back against the cushions. "Yet, I have to admit that I'm a little intrigued. You don't seem to be a boring fuck, like all the others." Chuckling nervously, your cocky facade crumbled slowly, but surely. "Well, uh- I don't know what to say to that. Thank you?" "What's your name, baby?" The gorgeous man - Roman - asked. The pet name made you shiver. "Uh, y/n, nice to meet you officially then," you replied a little dumbly, stumbling over your words. Fuck, you should have kept up the act a little longer, this was embarrassing. "Nice to meet you, indeed." He looked you up and down and your stomach made several flips in time of it. He was driving you crazy. "What would you like to drink?" Roman then asked you. You replied with the same sweet drink that you've had before. He smiled and waved over one of his waitresses, who took the order gracefully. The way the entire situation suddenly turned on you hadn't been entirely unexpected, yet it had your mind reeling. You couldn't possibly predict what was going to happen next. "Tell me about you, sweetheart," Roman said, or rather commanded, and automatically you did, telling him things about you that you would have never told anyone after knowing them for seemingly two seconds. Later that night, you found yourself going upstairs to his loft with him. It couldn't have been more perfect. He was very sure of himself and what he wanted and what he didn't like, and you followed his every say perfectly. It had been a long, but exciting night. You thought that you couldn't have possibly felt more alive, as he absolutely ravished you, making you moan and groan loudly and without a care in the world. Remembering it, you felt a little embarrassed by the noises you've made, but to this day, he continued to tickle them out of you, always knowing which spot would elicit which noise from you. Even in public. That night was almost a year ago, now, and you couldn't be happier about defying your every body and mind's scream for you to have turned around and turned your back on this life you've had ever since.