#i still wanna know kiras reaction to him breaking it

[outcastpack]

[vermilionsun]

Hello, that beach post with the tattoo got me thinking, how would the LI”s react to mc having a tramp stamp 😏? Like we are changing or wearing something revealing and bam, the tattoo on our lower backside is revealed. Poor Kira’s probably would have a seizure 😭😭and I headcanon that Leander has one too😏😏

*slams fist on the table* YOU'RE HIRED

Reminder! The term "tramp stamp" is derogatory and shouldn't be used to describe lower back tattoos

Disclaimer! They/Them for MC because we love inclusivity!

ft Leander w/ lower back tattoo

Ais

✩ “Well, that's certainly... something, isn't it?”

✩ He lets out a small laugh as he runs his hand lightly down their lower back, where the tattoo is

✩ He traces his long fingers over it before his hand drifts down, fingers ghosting over the top of their trousers—

✩ —before he adjusts them to how they were before his little inspection

✩ “It's definitely… interesting”

✩ He looks back up at them, eyes burning with something they can't quite place

✩ He suddenly grabs their waist in a firm grip, pulling them closer to his chest so there is no space between the two

✩ “And just what does that thing say? Don't make me guess.”

✩ When he hears what he wants, he chuckles again, leaning back up

✩ “You’re just full of surprises, huh sparrow?”

Kuras

✞ His hands still briefly, the faintest hint of confusion coloring his expression as his eyes fix on the spot

✞ The doctor's smile tightens imperceptibly and the narrowest of gazes is burning through the MC’s skin

✞ A few things come to mind, most of them uncomplimentary, as he looks at the colorful ink dancing over their lower back.

✞ The gold of his eyes is cold as flint when he then raises his head, golden eyes flicking up to meet theirs; full of questions, but the words don't come

✞ Then, the next moment, he’s behind them. He traces the very edge of the inky design with one finger…

✞ There is a strange tension in the air. He lets his fingers rest on the bare skin just above the top of their trousers

✞ Suddenly, his arms encircle their bare waist, pulling them flush against him.

✞ His expression belies nothing. He's so close, they can feel his warm breath fanning above their ear when he whispers.

✞ “Tell me… what other secrets are you hiding?”

✞ He lets the fabric drop back into place and takes a step back. Despite the distance, the warmth of his body still lingers…

Leander

🗡 “Wait a moment—!” He stifles a smirk, "Well, I'll be damned. Quite the statement."

🗡 Taking a step closer, he reaches out curiously towards it. “Mind if I have a closer look? :D”

🗡 He gently runs a finger across the tattoo, a small chuckle breaking past his lips 

🗡 He gives a playful nod of approval. “It’s really great! You know, I have one myself. Wanna see?”

🗡 What design would Leander have?

A simple ink tattoo that simply reads ‘Bloodhound’

A detailed design of a lion, looking fierce and ready to pounce at any moment

An elegant design of a serpent with its body curled into infinity

A small dagger embellished with lilies

🗡 He glances over his shoulder, watching the MC’s reaction. “What do you think?”

🗡 Then, they run their fingers over it

🗡 A slight shiver runs through Leander as he feels their touch. He lets out a huff of air.

🗡 "Hmm, someone is being a bit bold... That feels... damn—”

🗡 Ț̷̶̴̡̛̤̙̻͓̱͉̒̇̀̂̀̐̍̈̀͌͌̿͆̍͐̓̃͊̍͆͘ä̷̶̵̧̛̹̹̩̪̣̹̜͍̝̤̪̳̖͚͈͕̗̫̼͓͙̥́̑̒̊͂̐̊́́̌̓ķ̵̶̸̫͕̦̻̥͓̟̖̟̖̜̮̖̤͓̖͔͙̝̝͎̖͎̣͔̏̔̄̿̓̈́̈́̒̚͜͝͝ͅe̶̶̸̢̠̻̣̲̰̤̣̯̟͖̖͙͚͔̭̳̯͇͖̞͆͆̆̄͗̈͂́̌̌́ͅ ̵͕͚̃̎̀͆̋͝ͅo̷̶̷̡̢̨̠͚̱̲̯̠̰̦̱̝̘̞̫̪͖̫͔̬͂̔̆̈̎̿̇͒̿̈́̀̔̚͘ͅf̷̶̵̢̡̖̫̞̳̝̟̣̤͎̬̠͙̯̘̻̐̈́̊͂͐̒̉̈́̔̆̈̓̅̚͘ͅf̸̶̸̨̢̢̰͈̫͚͔̪̰̈́͛͑̀̆́͐͂̈́̉̓̽̏̐͆̈́̂̈́͊̀̍̕̕͜͝͝ͅ ̷̢̢̨̪̻̗̹͙͇̺̦̱̏̉͐̚t̷̶̴̨̨̥̠͈̥̹͖̤̝̯̜̩̙̪͎̳̪̻̩̘͍̬̣͚̪̫̬͂̅̊̋̇̐̀͊͌̕͘͜͠ḩ̷̶̶̮̹̩̣̦̘̮̟̮̰̙̲̜̔̀̍̿̇͊͒̈́̊̐̃͘͜͠ḙ̶̶̷̱̳̥̱͓̘͍̞̫̯͍̫̱̩͈͙̬͖̅̈̏̓̋͑̑̏́̿̈̾͊͊͗̚͜͝ ̵̠̞̦̣͌̑̌̃̓̐̈́̊̀̽̚͝͠͝b̸̶̸̧̛̭̬͕̲̝͚̱̖̞̣̩̯̻͚̾̓̏̄̍̌̀͐̎͋̿̍̄́͛̄̿̌̕̕̚͠͝ā̴̶̸̢̰̥̹͍͕̳͎̝̣͗̚n̵̶̶̠̱͉͔̜̭̤̮̻̼̘͈̘̐̋̉̊̍̋͂̅̓̿̆̿̄̊̆̀̒͝d̴̶̷̨̧̡͈͈͔͍̩̰͇̜͕̭̫̘̰̹̲̗̼̏͊̈́͂́̉̈́̅̄̓̈́̋̐͌̈́̕̕̚͜͜a̸̶̸̡̢͙̜͈͓͇̮̲̥͚̮̫̦̩͌̾̄̔̓̍͋́̋̒̏̽̈́̈́̄͑͒͂͘͠g̷̶̶̟̗͓̮̯̤͙̮̻̅̏̓̑̌̈̾̾̓̅̂͌̂͒̓̿̍̚̕͠͝ͅe̸̶̴̢̩͈̳̗̺͇̪̻͍̗̲̼̙̲̻̺̻͈̟̣̮̾̓̌̔̅̀͊̈́̕͜ș̴̶̵̞͔̯̦̩̥̗̘̰̙̫͓̈́̓̍̋͐̑̾̽͛̂͊̏͗̀̕͝ͅͅ.̴̡̧̛̛͕̮̗͚̝͓̰̭̱̺̙̓̉̓̍͌̿́̐͘.̸̗̳͘.̴̨͕̣͙͎͇͕̠͂̀͋̿͊̽͘

Mhin

🕊 Mhin’s eyebrows rise at the sight. They cross their arms, looking at the MC with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

🕊 “Seriously? A tramp stamp? How tasteless.”

🕊 Their eyes narrow as they examine the tattoo. Mhin steps closer. 

🕊 Despite their best efforts, their curiosity gets the better of them.

🕊 “Turn around. Let me look at it.”

🕊 focused

🕊 “It’s got a certain… flair to it, I’ll give you that.”

🕊 It takes them a good while to realize what they’re doing.

🕊 They’re too fixated on the tattoo, their fingers tracing the lines and patterns almost absentmindedly. Once they do, they jerk their hand back quickly, clearing their throat.

🕊 A hint of red tints their cheeks. "Sorry about that"

Vere

✦ “Oh my…” He raises an eyebrow, his voice filled with mischief and faux disapproval

✦ “tsk tsk tsk Tsk TSk TSK TSK TSK”

✦ He slowly circles around them, his steps slow and measured, gaze fixated on the tattoo on their back. He stops behind them, now standing a little too close.

✦ He lets out a low whistle, his voice filled with a hint of amusement. “Isn't someone a little naughty?” He chuckles, his eyes roaming over the tattoo, taking in the design and details.

✦ His hand reaches out, but not quite touching, pausing just shy of their skin.

✦ "Touch starved, are we?" he teases, a hint of command behind it. “Ask.”

✦ When he gets the response he was waiting for, Vere's smirk widens, his tail swishing behind him in excitement. He takes another step closer, his body now practically pressed against theirs from behind.

✦ His hand grazes softly along the skin at the base of their back just above the ink, his touch feather-light, as if testing the waters. His other hand comes up to rest lightly on their hip, holding them steady against him.

✦ His touch becomes a little harder, a little less restrained, more possessive. His fingertips follow the curves of the tattoo, slowly, methodically. He chuckles lowly, his breath hot against their neck.

✦ “And here I thought you couldn't get any more irresistible.”

[luna-3-clips]

What I think each characters sexuality's are and why

(I'm taking another small break from the basic info. series but it's almost finished, I have 12 characters I still wanna do, and I can do any others if you guys want)

Straight:

Jingo Raichi - I can't really see him liking guys or anyone else other than girls, but he would be hella supportive. He's that friend on pride month who would wear a rainbow flag or put one outside his house just because at least one of his friends is part of the LBGTQ+ community.

Yudai Imamura - He's a playboy, I don't know what you expect. But he isn't homophobic and he acts VERY gay, even though he's not.

Okuhito Iemon - I can only picture him liking girls, although he would be supportive of the community. He's like the dad friend of the friend group so he wouldn't care who you like as long as his friends are happy, then he's happy.

Keisuke Wanima (Younger) - He's definitely not part of the community, and he might not show it, but inside I can picture him being a bit homophobic, but he wouldn't show it since his own twin is part of it (maybe, who knows? *wink wink*).

Zantetsu Tsurugi - He doesn't know what the LGBTQ+ community is, but once he found out he was like: "That's cool, but I only see guys as bros, nothing more." He would be sweet about his reaction but I but dumbfounded since he's still new to the whole thing.

Rin Itoshi - He is not part of the community, but he supports it since his brother and his enemy.... (only for his brother, not his enemy *a lil bit of a spoiler*).

Adam Blake - He looks straight (to me). He is straight. Periodt.

Anri Teieri - (Sadly) I can picture her being straight, but she supports it. [Quick lil headcanon: I can imagine Anri (even without being told) putting up rainbow flags around the Blue Lock facility during pride month.]

Jinpachi Ego - I cannot for the life of me picture his as part of the community. Although, he would be the type of person to act homophobic "Because love gets in the way of your performance" but on the inside he would be supportive.

Oliver Aiku - He would be that friend that acts hella gay even though he's the straightest friend in the group.

Mark Snuffy - I can't see him being part of the community, he's supportive though.

Don Lorenzo - Again, I can't see him being part of the community.

Issei and Iyo Isagi - I can't see them being LGBTQ+, but they'd be supportive.

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Bisexual:

Yoichi Isagi - He most definitely likes guys, but he likes girls too but he hasn't seen one in a while (besides Anri) so he's grown attracted to some of the guys.. *Cough cough* Kaiser *Cough cough*

Rensuke Kunigami - I can't really explain it.. he just is..

Asahi Naruhaya - He acts homophobic, but in reality he's bi as fuck.

Ryosuke Kira - Is it just me, or does he look it?

Junichi Wanima (Older) - It's like a one sided love with him and Chigiri, he acts like he hates him but he actually likes him.

Aoshi Tokimitsu - He's had a crush on a few guys before but was always too scared to come out since he was afraid of what everyone would think.

Jin Kiyora - He kinda just screams bisexual, I don't know why though..

Ranze Kurona - He definitely likes Isagi...

Eita Otoya - He acts like he's straight, but he has a crush on Karasu.

Leonardo Luna - I can fully picture him being bisexual, he's definitely liked guys in the past.

Julian Loki - I dunno why, but he just screams bi...

Shuto Sendo - He most acts as straight as he can to try not to be suspicious, but he's actually bisexual (but for who?).

Sae Itoshi - Have you seen the way he talks to Shido? He still likes girls though, but the public doesn't need to know about him and Shido.

Alexis Ness - *Cough* Kaiser *Cough* Sorry, I think I had something in my throat. Oh, what's he doing here? He's supposed to be in the straight section...

Chris Prince - He likes Noa, but he's only told one person which is Yukimiya.

Noel Noa - He's had crushes on guys in the past. (And maybe he likes one now?)

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Gay/Lesbian:

Wataru Kuon - He tried to get to know Team W after making the deal with them and he succeeded but it wasn't for long since he remembered he had a team meeting with Team Z.

Ikki Niko - I think he would be gay, and he looks like he has a thing for sweaty men.

Seishiro Nagi - It's "too much of a hassle" to say he likes Reo so he says he's gay and it's the end of the conversation no matter who he's talking to.

Kenyu Yukimiya - This could just be me, but he looks gay. Is that just me?

Nijiro Nanase - Nijiro in Japanese means 'Rainbow', take that however you like.

Ryusei Shido - I don't even need to explain.

Yo Hiori - I don't know why, but I can see him being gay.

Dada Silva - Brazilian Baller, c'mon now, just that name alone sounds gay as fuck (my opinion).

Pablo Cavazos - Just take a look at him, he's cute, but I see him as gay.

Michael Kaiser - Have you seen how he acts with Isagi?

Lavinho - Noel Noa, end of discussion.

Yu Bachira - She gives off Lesian/Pansexual vibes, I don't know why...

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Pansexual:

Meguru Bachira - Meguru Bachira in Japanese means 'tour flyer', the tour is around all the different people and he's just the representation of it.

Reo Mikage - He likes everyone and anyone, unless you steal his 'treasure' from him, then he doesn't like you.

Jyubei Aryu - Anyone who's 'glam' or 'has styl(e)' is amazing in his eyes.

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Transgender: (I know you can be trans and gay/bi/etc.. but out of laziness I'm only putting each character in one category)

Gin Gagamaru - I can see him being trans.... somehow I can..

Hyoma Chigiri - He's either trans or girly pop.

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Questioning:

Gurimu Igarashi - He was raised to like girls and only girls, but upon entering Blue Lock he started developing feelings for one of the players. Now he's trying to figure out his sexuality as well as his true feelings and whether or not he should listen to his parents and the other monks. (I feel like I just wrote a story summary, but I would read that story ngl.)

Shoei Baro - He's had little to no experience in love, and he knows what the LGBTQ+ community is, but he's unsure if he's part of it or not.

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Keep in mind that this is my personal opinion and none of it (at least that I know of) is canon and actually happened.

That's all, have a good day/night!

[queen-scribbles]

@haledamage *cracks knuckles* ALRGHT THEN, can't wait to see the Kira ramble

I've already talked a little about how their different reactions in The Scene make me wanna chew drywall, but I'll refresh on that as I go. I think a lot of the differences and what makes them so DELICIOUS comes from the fact AJ and Adam are v different and Mallory and Adam are so, so very similar(the number of times Nate compares Mallory to Adam in their romance AU makes me laugh)

AJ, ofc, did the "what if we don't break?" response bc she's very much a "you'll never know if you never try" kind of person. Sure, maybe there's a 2% chance of success/no pain if they go for it(she personally thinks it's much higher), but there's a 0% chance if they deny something they both clearly feel and want to happen. She gets that Adam is trying to spare them both future pain of loss(a level of loss he's experienced before, which she can glean from the "again" even if he hasn't gone into detail about what happened to his family yet). She does. BUT his solution to avoiding potential future pain is to cause definite current pain. That doesn't make sense to her. Especially bc if something were to happen to him; seriously injured yet again or GOD FORBID killed, IT'S STILL GOING TO HURT. She still loves him even if he's not willing to let them be together. Can't speak for him, but suspects it would be the same. :) Just bc they're not acting on it doesn't make the feelings go away.

Her "going forward" is gonna be more of what's in the ficlet, not hiding that she loves him, not pushing too hard, just unobtrusively but relentlessly making him aware that whenever he's ready so is she. She doesn't want to pry for what happened to his family, what made him feel like this, worry about being broken bc he cares deeply about someone(spoilers, Adam, you care about Bravo. You care about Rebecca. You're still fucked even if you don't let yourself fall in love :)))) ), but even without details she understands it was Bad and she gets the desire to flinch away from a potential repeat of a pain you've experienced. Burn your hand, you don't touch the stove. Fall through ice, you don't walk on frozen rivers. etc etc. But she also feels that no matter how valid that fear might be, he needs to work through it(that feels like wrong phrasing >.>) bc not letting yourself get close to people for fear of how much losing them will hurt is no way to live. Especially when you're immortal. And maybe that's naïve bc she is mortal instead of being a 900 year old vampire. Maybe she'll feel differently after she's watched her mother and Tina and Verda's kids all age and die. But maybe she won't. Maybe loving people is worth enduring the chance/certainty of their loss.(Might do something in this AU with the fact she had a cat who died of old age a couple months before book 1. Much smaller scale, but she does have a little experience with loss of something beloved. And she wouldn't trade the years she had and loved her cat to avoid the pain of losing her, that would be silly.)

And Mallory. haha prepare for Mallory's Bold stat to SKYROCKET.

She's been trying to ignore, deny, and explain away the fact she's falling for Adam since late book 1, juuuuuust ignore she got worse PTSD from Murphy stabbing him than anything the asshole did to her. :) She still has nightmares about it. :))) Trapper fight too :))) The truth almost managed to escape after book 2 combat training, but she shoved it away, only to have TU OMNIA smash the walls down into little teeny tiny pieces she'd never put back together. (Love having a language nerd romance Adam "mutter in Latin so people don't know what I'm saying" du Mortain :). She DOES, buddy boy. It's fun) she still kept it kinda buried bc he was so clearly trying to deny/get rid of his feelings, and she already got her heart broken once by Bobby, she doesn't want a repeat of that. But the STUFF in book 3, man. And that my proud, cynical, STUBBORN AF, "I'm not fragile, Adam"// "I can handle myself" girl deliberately let herself be vulnerable enough to say "Too late" when he says he can't let her fall in love with him makes me SCREAM. She knew it was going to hurt. She knew it was going to break her heart. She did it anyway. She loves him enough to let him hurt her like that. Bc she had to tell him. She's honest, outspoken, reckless and so in love with him she can barely breathe, OFC she had to tell him even if he refuses to do anything about it.

But now, ohoho, he's admitted he loves her, and knows she loves him. The dam is finally, FINALLY broken, the river is raging, and good luck stopping her. She's gonna be way more open and blunt and vocal about how stupid she think it is to deny their feelings for each other. example: I DID NOT FINALLY GET OVER YEARS OF BLOODY BOBBY MARKS CRIPPLING MY LOVE LIFE TO ROLL OVER AND BE RESIGNED BC YOU'RE AFRAID OF GETTING HURT DU MORTAIN. DOES THAT SOUND LIKE ME?!?!?!?! (Do you know how long it took me to admit to MYSELF and sort-of kind-of to SOMEONE ELSE that I love you??? I can't back down NOW)

Mallory loves a challenge. She is encouraged and inspired when given a challenge. She also HATES IT when people tell her what to do, especially "for her safety". And Adam's whole "I will not allow you to fall in love with me" hits BOTH of those buttons. He literally could not have made her more interested in pursing him if he'd confessed his love and asked her on a date. xD Telling her "You can't do this, you'll get hurt" and thinking that would stop her???? Instead of make her chase it more stubbornly and blatantly????? Do you know her at all, Adam????? (Mason's gonna have a ball watching/abetting her in book 4 and I"m here for it)

tl;dr, AJ's a gentle stream, Mallory's a raging river, but they WILL both wear down the rock that is Adam du Mortain's obstinate refusal to pursue their mutual attraction, and it's gonna be delicious to watch.

[kitkatwinchester]

TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH BUT...

WE BACK BOIS!

Finals are OVER, and I am READY TO DIVE BACK INTO TEEN WOLF!

...that said, I DO have a pretty busy weekend ahead, with some family stuff going on as well, so I probably can't really start a full binge JUST yet, buuuuut I can FINALLY watch another episode tonight, and that's all I care about right now.

So let's kick off the reactions!

Scott and Kira are SO FREAKING CUTE, I CAN'T!

I LOVE THEM!

The way she asked to see his werewolf form, and then just looked at him with all the reverence and awe and affection and the way they just locked eyes and the way they keep thinking about each other I just...

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! I NEED THEM TO OFFICIALLY KISS AND OFFICIALLY BE CANON SO FREAKING BAD!! THEY'RE SO CUTE!!

Sorry not sorry, but Ethan and Aiden are adorable and I love them and how protective they're being of Scott (also can we talk about the fact that the description for this episode says "Scott's friends pledge to protect him", which means that Ethan and Aiden are officially considered his friends! I kind of love that, ngl. Anyways.), and all I'm saying is, if you boys wanna be in the pack, that's definitely the way to do it.

...and now we get to the sad part.

Stiles my poor baby... :(

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS!

I saw it, okay? I SAW IT STILES! YOU'RE NOT CRAZY!! The Nogitsune just wants you to think you are.

This is gonna break me in half, I swear to God.

The poor baby is struggling so much, and he's not sleeping, and he's having nightmares and daymares, and he thinks he's seeing things, and he feels like he's losing his mind, and I HATE IT AND I WANT IT TO STOP!

And the way Scott went to talk to him to update him on the fact that a bunch of them ALMOST DIED and then didn't because he could see how in distress Stiles was.

And you can tell he's so confused and doesn't really know what to tell Stiles or how to react to what he's saying, but he knows that something's wrong and clearly upsetting him. And he does such a good job of acknowledging that while still trying his best to convince Stiles that he's a good person (because you ARE baby and it's NOT YOUR FAULT and AHHHH I HATE THIS) and he wouldn't be killing people on purpose.

And then the fact that he just, like, tells him to take a sick day, and just stares at him in this confused concern and so clearly, like, wants to help, and wants to be there for him, but doesn't know what to do and is hoping that maybe the simplest solution can be the answer.

Anyways I way over-analyzed that small little scene, but what else is new?

This is only gonna hurt more and more and I don't know what to do with myself, but ANYWAYS.

Let's shift our attention to protecting Kira, shall we?

Season 3, Episode 17 (freaking FINALLY!).

(THIS CHILD IS SO DISTRESSED I HATE IT!! STOP DOING THIS TO MY POOR BABY!! HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER HOW DARE YOU!! :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( )

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

[secretshinigami]

An Unexpected Reencounter

Author: Daniel Funke (@danthegeek) For: @its-canon-and-im-feral Pairings/Characters: L/Light, Lawlight Ratings/Warnings: Smoking cigarettes, Slight homophobia(internalized), Slight Swearing Prompt: L and Light as renowned musicians Author’s notes: It’s the 80s Baby! L and Light reencounter each other when they are both invited to take part in the most spectacular musical event of the 20th century: Live Aid. Wordcount: 2784.

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13th of July 1985. The day of Live Aid. L was hunched over his bathroom sink and took a deep breath. This was going to be fine. He looked into the mirror, meeting his own nervous looking expression written all over his pale face. He took another deep breath. Alright, let’s do this. L ran his finger through his messy black hair and glanced into the mirror for the last time. Baggy jeans hanging loose on his skinny frame. A black leather jacket over a white T- Shirt – his band members made him wear the leather jacket.  “It’s the 80s dude, don’t you wanna look cool?” L rolled his big grey eyes that looked even darker because of the black eyeliner framing them. Yeah you look like a rock star. Strange.

L jumped when he heard his phone ringing in the hall. He hurried to pick up the call. “Hey buddy!”, a loud voice greeted L. He wanted to answer but the voice interrupted “So how excited is my favourite, favourite bass player?” L replied: “I’m fine, Eric”. “Of course you’re fine, L. It’s the biggest gig of our life. Can you even comprehend who we are gonna meet? The bands we are gonna share a stage with?” L smiled a bit at Eric’s enthusiasm. Then he frowned, remembering exactly whom he was going to share the stage with. “Yeah… I can’t comprehend, Eric.” “Well anyways buddy, we are gonna pick you up at 10 alright? Be ready. And put on some shoes, will you?” L rolled his eyes again. “Sure, Eric.”, he said and hung up. He looked down at his naked feet and sighed.

“Dylan if you don’t stop doing that—“, L said, annoyed. Dylan grinned at L and continued to spin his drumsticks around in his fingers. They were backstage now, although L did not really understand why they had to be at Wembley 5 hours early. He was mindlessly strumming around on his bass, imitating the melody of Another One Bites The Dust.

“Oi L, you think they will play that in their set?”, Nate asked. He was the lead singer and guitarist of their band. “I doubt it”, L said. “They are probably going to play more cheerful songs to animate the crowd. Like, you know, Radio Gaga or We Will Rock You.”

“Hey L, wanna bet?”, Dylan asked. He had finally stopped spinning around his drumsticks and grinned at L. “Ohhh Dylan, don’t do that”, Nate said and chuckled. “You know L has a sixth sense. You can only loose mate.”

Dylan sighed and pointed one of his drumsticks at L. “You’re right. The bastard ‘s like goddamn Sherlock Holmes.” L shrugged and continued to play on his bass guitar. “Anyways, who are you excited for, the most?”, Nate asked Dylan.

They were just as excited about Live Aid as Eric, and L had to admit that they could not be blamed for it. It was after all the biggest event that had ever been broadcasted on Television so far. A concert, that would host the most renowned musicians of the last decades. Anybody who is anybody is doing this concert.

“Okay so obviouslyMadonna”, Dylan declared, a dreamy expression in his eyes. “Obviously”, Nate repeated and cracked a smile. “And also, you know, U2”, Dylan continued. Nate nodded. In this moment, Eric joined them, as always a big smile on his face. He took a pull on his cigarette and put on a haughty expression.

“Guess where I’ve been?”, he said, looking at his three band members. Dylan rolled his eyes. “You’ve been making out with a groupie in our tour bus, am I right?” Eric blew out a wisp of smoke and laughed, obviously pleased with himself. “Anyways, what have you guys been up to?”, Eric asked and sat down with them. “We were just discussing which acts we are most excited for”, Nate said. “Oh that’s cool. Well Nate, I guess you wanna see Bowie?” “Oh Bowie is exceptional! But I’m actually more excited for KIRA’s act.”

L winced at the mention of this name but tried to remain still and unimpressed. Not one of his band members seemed to have noticed the sudden reaction of L. He stared at his bass and had clasped his fingers around it. From the outside he seemed normal, cold, a bit nervous at most. But inside, L was burning. A hot sensation burned itself through his entire body, starting from his head. He wasn’t even certain of his exact emotion. Was it rage? Embarrassment? Definitely a bit of acrimony.

“You’re right, KIRA totally rocks”, Eric agreed. “Their lead singer is so cool…”

“Quite literally”, Nate said. “I once met him backstage briefly, after a concert. I tell you, if looks could kill – his eyes have this…glistening glare.” “Oh come on, Nate. He just one of those guys who don’t wanna bother with anyone. You almost make him sound like he is evil or something. Eric and Dylan laughed.

L had followed the conversation, still feeling that storm of emotions inside him. He fetched a pack of anxiety pills out of his jeans pockets and took a couple. “Yo L, you alright mate?”, Nate asked. He looked at L a bit worried. “I’m just a bit nervous, it’s nothing. It’s still some time until sound check right?”, L asked and tried to sound casual.

“Yeah it’s like one and a half hours left”, Dylan said. “Alright.” L put his bass in its case and stood up. “Does anyone mind if I take a look around? I think I really need to stretch my legs out a little bit.” “Sure, go ahead. But please, please be on time for the sound check, yeah?”, Eric urged. “I will, don’t worry.” L tried to smile, although he wasn’t sure if he managed to make it seem genuine. Then he took off.

Light. Light Yagami. L could pull out his hair thinking about him. He leaned against the back door of the stadium and took a deep pull from his cigarette. If I were to meet this asshole ever again… He clenched his fist and tried to calm down. Somebody knocked against the door he was leaning at. L was startled and jumped back. The door opened and a young man looked at L, curiously.

“Do you mind?”, he asked and lit up a cigarette. “No, it’s alright”, L mumbled. He was not sure if he had seen this guy before. He had blond hair at shoulder length, wore a black blazer and pants. L noticed that he had been staring at the guy and quickly looked at the ground. “It’s alright, you don’t have to know me”, the guy chuckled. He offered his hand and L shook it. “I’m Deezer Dwight”, he introduced himself. “I’m L”, L said, smiling nervously. “Oh right, you’re with The Investigators, right? I gotta tell you I think it’s kind of a bummer that you aren’t gonna collaborate with The Police.” He grinned about his own joke. “Yeah, we really missed a chance there”, L said. “I’m sorry Deezer, I think I should know which band you belong to, but I haven’t seen you before.”

“That’s alright, I’m new. I just replaced the drummer of KIRA.”

Shivers were running down L’s spine. He threw his cigarette to the ground and put it out with his shoe. For once he was glad that he was not running around barefoot. “What happened to the old one”, L asked, again trying to sound casual. Deezer shrugged and sighed.

“Our lead singer didn’t get along with him anymore. He is…complicated sometimes.” “So what your lead singer says, goes?”, L inquired. “You know, Light… he has no sense of humour. He can be very cold. It’s not easy to work with him sometimes.” “I heard he could be a bit…ruthless sometimes.” Deezer laughed and lit on another cigarette. “That’s a nice way to put it. You should hear his real spicy stories. I swear you wouldn’t believe half of it.” L was intrigued. He knew at least one of these spicy stories really well. “Try me”, L said, trying to sound relaxed.

“Well some of the stories are more rumours…”, Deezer seemingly enjoyed sharing stories like this and his eyes lit up. “What I know for sure is that half of his money comes from people he sued for defamation of character. It was always about some affair he had, affairs that he denied happened. But I would put my both my hands in the fire, right here and right now that every one of these incidents happened and Light was just caring about his reputation too much. So he would threaten to press charges against those who would try to contact him after their…rendezvouses or whatever.”

L gulped and tried to process this information. “That’s… pretty messed up”, was all L could respond. But Deezer didn’t seem to mind his poor conversation skills. “Yeah, honestly it is. And I don’t even get why he cares so much what people think about him. So he does it with women and men, it’s the 80s for god’s sake. Elton does it, Freddie Mercury does it, I’m pretty sure Bowie is also in their club… like it’s alright to be… queer or whatever when you’re a rock star, you get me?” L nodded and looked at Deezer. He really did not seem to mind nor understand the fuzz about it.

“So you think Light Yagami is gay”, L asked Deezer, shoving his hands deep down his pockets. “No man he is just getting at it with everyone he finds attractive. I swear he is like all night out, every night, having someone sleeping over who then sneaks out at the break of dawn.” “Mhh.” L pressed his lips together and looked down at his feet. Well if that doesn’t feel all too familiar to you.

Suddenly Deezer jumped and they booth looked up as they heard an imperious voice calling Deezer’s name. “Oh man…”, he sighed.

“Seriously, how long is this smoke break going to take? Do you realize that we are on stage at Live Aid in two hours? Can’t I expect a little more reliability from my band members?”

Deezer and L both froze at that all too familiar voice, but because of very different reasons. “Sorry man”, Deezer whispered and threw his cigarette butt on the ground. I gotta go. It was nice meeting you! See you later maybe, good luck for your set.” He patted L’s shoulder and hurried through the backdoor.

L took his hands out of his pockets and stretched his arms above his head. Maybe it was time to go back to his band members as well. He reached for the doorknob, when once again someone tried to open the door from the opposite side. L took a step back and the door flung open.

L’s face turned white as he saw that he had just ran right into Light Yagami.

A couple seconds, nobody spoke or moved. Light looked at L, eyebrows raised. L couldn’t even determine whether Light recognized him or was just surprised to meet someone out here. He didn’t look embarrassed or guilty. L was still very pale and his big eyes stared at Light’s face.

He probably doesn’t even remember me. If he really has someone new every other night, how should he know who I was?

Light cleared his voice. He closed the door and leaned against the doorframe. “It’s you”, he said calmly. “Oh. So you do remember me”, L replied coldly. “I do. How could I forget that pretty face of yours?” Light smiled.

L pressed his lips together and took one step forward. “Don’t you dare, Light Yamagi. You know exactly what you did to me.” L felt the rage building up inside him. The humiliation. 

Never call me again. I’m not a “fairy” like you. Those were his words.

“Listen, L. I’m really sorry. I was a jerk back then. But I swear, I’ve changed.” “I don’t believe you”, L simply said and came even nearer onto Light. He stared at his face, holding his breath, mesmerized by his appearance. Light Yagami was beautiful. His skin was light and flawless. His brown hair framed his handsome defined face. Light brown eyes were looking at him. He wore an open jacket with nothing underneath and white leather pants. Light kept a straight face, only looking at L without retreating. “Don’t believe me, then”, Light said calmly. The corners of his mouth twitched a little.

“It’s all just a big game for you, isn’t it Light?”, L said and glared at him. “You just like to play with people, pretend they’re something special, pretend you actually feel something for them when in reality you are not even capable of real feelings. So you push everyone away and stomp on their hearts.”

L had got himself into a rage and was breathing heavily. Light didn’t respond for a couple seconds, but he didn’t smile anymore. “Listen, L… I know I’m messed up. But you have to understand that I can’t take the risk of ruining my reputation. I had to threaten you to keep quiet about what we had. I really liked you, you know. But my career is everything to me.”

L looked at him, frowning. Light Yagami lies as soon as he opens his sweet mouth. As if that cheap apology could fool me. As much as L wanted to believe him, he could not help to still suspect him of being a notorious liar. He wanted to believe him so much. Wanted to believe he had changed.

“Will you forgive me L?”, Light asked softly and raised his hand to gently stroke across his cheek.

L felt a burning sensation rising up inside him again, only this time it was not fuelled by rage or anger. It was pure desire that poured through his body. “I–“, L stuttered and couldn’t close his mouth, “I…don’t know…” L was completely entranced by Light’s flawless features, his hot breath that he could now feel on his skin, his glowing eyes looking at L in a way that made him feel weak in his knees.

“What is it, L?”, Light asked smiling. L knew that Light was winning. He knew that Light was already in triumph, knowing that L couldn’t resist him no matter how hard he tried. L took a deep breath. “I don’t think I will…forgive you”, L breathed and took Light’s hand to put it away from his face. When he touched Light’s skin, it was like he was struck by lightning, like an electrical shock flashed right through him. He immediately let go of Light’s hand, but he couldn’t stop staring at him.

“That’s…a shame”, Light said in a low voice and casted down his eyes.

L was trembling. He was fighting every fibre in his body, because all he wanted was to diminish every distance between him and Light, to press his body against Light’s. He hesitantly took Light’s hand again and felt this overwhelming electrical sensation again. When he did that, Light looked up and smiled. At this moment, L knew that he had inevitably subjected himself to him. And Light knew that as well. He smiled, smugly, his eyes glistening with the certainty of victory.

He grabbed L by his waist and spun him around so L was pressed against the back door. He rested his hand next to L’s shoulder, pressing it against the doorframe. With the other hand, he slowly caressed L’s face. He went on to fondle with his hair and then he brought his mouth very close to L’s ear and whispered.

“Are you sure, that you don’t want to forgive me?”

L let out a moan, almost whimpering. He grabbed Light’s face and looked him in the eyes. He drew Light’s face even closer and then pressed his lips onto his own. Light sighed and buried his hands into L’s hair, messing it up even more and pulling on it as to elicit another moan. L could not believe how he could have forgot about the sweet taste of Light’s lips, the feeling of his body against his own, the irresistible smell he emanated. L never wanted to end this kiss but he needed to catch his breath. He gently pulled Light away from his face, breathing heavily and gazing at Light with his big grey eyes. Light smiled again, his lips red and slightly swollen from the kiss.

“I still don’t forgive you”, L whispered and smiled back at him.

[thedailyvio]

Every now and then I feel bad for giving 0 context for anything, so gonna quickly summarize my story stuff under the cut

The Traveler’s Found (TTF)

Skye, Gill, Marth, Kydin, Leo, Kira, Krieg, Heiwa, Narcissa, Sebastian, Vadim, Bahemek, Xenon, etc

TTF is hard to summarize because it has 10 story arcs and they all lead into the other, but the plot begins with ‘A wizard terrorist attacks the king of Hou’lu sending two girls on a quest to stop him’ which sounds so simple doesn’t it -sobs-

 Very adventure, political intrigue, slice of life elements

They basically travel all over the world, and I’ll quickly summarize what that’s like by listing each countries major influences

Hou’lu: Italian Renaissance, China

Sunobor: Medieval Germany, Japan, Inuit

Haldon: Folk Mexican, Folk Italian

Lavynna; Byzantine, some inspo from India to structure of things?

Gehinna: Ancient Hebrew

Parappa: Egypt-Germany

North Desert: Russia-Arabic

Harpies (more a tribe): Maasai

TTF of them all gets the most complicated but very incrementally, so it’s the hardest to express much on. But they get a cool hard magic system based on 10 elements so

Also TTF dragons are sentient, intelligent, and morally complex

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The Miyoré Schism

A prequel to ttf by about 900 years

Faolan, Mien, Enlai, whatever I name the girl, Jiao

The plot here is a bit simpler

What happens when the one who pulls the blade only those Chosen by God can touch is among the race of people thought to be destined to serve?

This focuses largely on the Sha’li of East Hou’lu. As a race they have very distinct white hair, pale skin, and red eyes. At this time in history, monster taming was very common as well, so most the characters have a family or personal monster. Sha’li also have an ability to become “invisible” but in actuality they are lowering their ‘presence’ or ‘noticibility’ to all non-Sha’li

This story draws largely from Tibet for its aesthetics

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Kingdoms

Ariella, James, Charles, Kiba

I have uprooted a lot about this story and not yet relayed it, but so far

A girl who wanted to become a soldier but was refused strikes out on adventure to do what she can for her country on her own- but to her chagrin gets a tag along

This story likely will have a soft magic system, and is definitely still based on Victorian and Japanese aesthetics. It’s actually a specific era of Japanese history but I can’t remember which. Possibly 16th c?

Despite this, it’s a low tech world.

Most fantasy type creatures/races do show up in Kingdoms, unlike my other stories

Dragons exist in Kingdoms but are universally evil and nobody has ever killed one

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Magic and Cannons (MnC)

A wip name still

Cusick, Agathe, Romana, Kordell, Levi, Maureen, Ames, Sung-jin

I’m still figuring put the plot to this honestly, but the first bit is definitely

‘A narcissistic man is captured as a PoW and must find a way to escape’

There’s just three countries of any importance to this world, and it’s much less whimsical in nature than the others, being closer to reality in some ways, and having a lot more tech. Though it vibes as subtly cartoony in how characters have slightly exaggerated aspects to their personalities and behaviors.

Delemar is the country Cusick is from and is based on Wild West in many ways, they’re a very independent people which can be good and bad, they also give no hecks about safety and are pretty wild in general

Choson is where Romana is from and they are much more interested in normalcy and order, which can be both good and bad. They prefer reptiles and fish as pets to mammals actually, which feels important to mention. If you know much about history, I suppose it’s clear they draw a lot from Korea for aesthetics.

Choson is also a very mixed population in terms of race, which Delemar is very much not.

Kievan is where Agathe hails from and is based on Russia. In each case I tried sticking to 1850s-1900s ish for my influences of these countries, though socially they are very diff.

Kievan has an affinity for wine and is the only country that appreciates using electricity for power. They have harsh winters, especially compared to the other two countries which tend to be more tropical in climates. Kievan is less developed so far, but they tend towards legalism there, and while that can be bad, they are also the one not involved in a pointless war, so

MnC is what I call glasspunk, Delemar and Choson rely on ‘reactions’ for their energy sources, which I can only explain as ‘you know how if you mix two volatile liquids, they could explode? They harness the energy from such things’

This is possible because their magic system is a type of alchemy which has allowed them a lot of reactions not available to us, and with this they’ve been able to get treated glass which is nearly indestructible, great for containing anything they need.

Magic is still something within the individual, but in MnC the extent of what it does is change the properties of whatever you’re touching with your hands. If you specialize in using this and inventing things based off of things with changed properties, you’re called a mage.

MnC has a lot of strange tech this way, including trains, vehicles, customizeable guns, staves that through weird tech stuff can have sort of elemental effects, etc.

Electricity is not compatible with reactions btw, because it can cause them to explode outside of when they’re meant to, kinda like smoking by a bunch of canisters of gasoline, it might be a lil risky. So societies that use reactions do not use electricity and have things in place to get rid of it, and societies that use electricity don’t use reactions. Combining them can get cool tech, but is inherently risky.

oh whoops I went off there, huh. Oh well it’s not seen as often as the other types of societies/magics I listed so

Dragons in MnC are animals (technically wyverns?) and have been domesticated to be work animals. No fire breath but they do have a strong venom, I think a neurotoxin type?? And the insides of their mouths are orange 👀 oh and the domesticated ones are reflective like mirrors ish

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Children of the Little Mine (CotLM)

Geno

This is the only one I plan to make a novel, because it’s set in 1950′s-1960′s New York City and I don’t care about those aesthetics at all

I don’t have it planned out very far for plot, but basically a gremlin thief boy of 17 has a strange ability to manipulate how gravity effects him, and seemingly nobody else in the world has this. But one day during a break and entering situation, Geno finds another boy with an ability, and from there they decide to try sticking together a bit to figure out why, and maybe put together a heist against a mafia boss in the mean time (two stealy boys)

This is very close to being historical fiction aside from abilities, which are /extremely/ rare in this world. I’m very inspired by Artemis Fowl and A Separate Peace for tone, and plan to have middleschool boys as my target audience. Though I love fantasy and such, this one’s still a bit close to my heart anyways

Anyways literally nobody asked for this I just do this to myself. I seriously wanna start practicing comic making skills, but I can’t do that too much for a daily thing when I can usually put in an hour at best. I’m trying to find a sweet spot for it all, but it may yet be awhile before I can post literally anything that sheds light on who the heck any of the chars I post are.

I want to though, and I’ve been running this blog for years now, so best to assume it’ll get there someday. I have still written a lot and planned out things, so progress still happens behind the scenes. Aside from the last few months but that’s not uncommon for this time of year. If you actually read this, thanks euchjsd I don’t think many will, but having it here makes me feel a bit better

[captain-jinguji]

Sorry for asking again because your writing is good but what would the boys, (all 3 or 2 or even 1! Your choice!) Reactions be if their crush that they had a crush on for 1234567810 years confesses that they like them? How would they be?

Hey love! Theres NO LIMIT to how many requests you can send, so send as many as you want! I feel like HEAVENS doesn't get a lot of love so i wrote for all of them :3

STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT + HEAVENS reacting to their crush liking them back 

STARISH: 

Natsuki: 

Doesn't even let you finish the sentence before he embraces you. All he heard was "...and I like you, like, as more than a friend." And was overcome with joy. "Awee! I was so worried (Y/N)-chan! I thought you didnt like me like that. I'm so glad you feel the same!!" 

Tokiya: 

Was planning to tell you over a cute little date. Had everything planned out and the dinner went so perfect. He was so nervous underneath his little façade and took your hand in his to kind of ground himself but then you blurted out that you like him and he was kind of shook? He was the one who was supposed to say it? What? Just blinks at you for a second and then softly smiles "I was just about to say that but i suppose you beat me to it. I like you too, (Y/N), I hope we can expand our relationship." 

Cecil: 

You were probably listening to one of his stories of Agnapolis when you just commented how cute he was by accident and silence fell over you two. He'd try to laugh it off at first until he realizes the opportunity but then you apologized and said that you always thought he was attractive and that you like him way more than a friend and hes overcome with such joy! 10/10 jumps into your arms and tells you that he's felt the same way. "I love you, too, my princess!" Plz dont comment on how he went straight to the big words. He truly does love you. 

Ren: 

Doesnt talk about his feelings and tried to avoid them for soooo long but then you just had to go ahead and step in front of him like that. On one hand, a huge pressure is lifted off of his chest that you feel the same way, on the other hand he wanted to confess in the most romantic way possible? "Lady… *chuckles* I was supposed to tell you that. Either way, I feel the same way." 

Otoya: 

Honestly it's so obvious that he likes you because he's just a blushing stuttering mess all the time around you. He always thought he messed up his chances by being so awkward so when you tell him you like him too he almost breaks down crying because omg you like him too!!! Grabs your shoulders and almost yells, "I like you too (Y/N)! A-and i have for a while… youre so pretty and kind and you never judge… and funny and you stick around and I want you to be with me forever and…." Please just love this boy ;-; 

Syo: 

You guys were so close and it was almost painful every time you'd do the simplest things together. You could be walking down the hall and your hands accidentally brushed or watch King of Fighting and you just happen to lay your head on his shoulder. God he has been falling for you so bad and he just couldn't bring himself to say so, but when you had the guts and told him that you like him too, he almost had a heart attack. "(Y/N)... This whole time I wanted to tell you that… I cant believe you feel the same" softly embraces you and doesnt let go for a while; hes so happy. 

Masato: 

Boy he likes to think he can hide his crush pretty well and apparently so except that everyone knows except you two. He is so nervous all the time, so scared of messing up and or you finding him boring and not impressive enough. But every time you sit together and talk about life and every time you're willingly close to him he feels like he does have a chance and then he actually does? Almost spits out his tea when you tell him and you might take it as a negative response so he quickly apologizes and explains that he likes you too "... Y-you have been on o-on my mind and i-in my heart  for s-so long and… I can't keep this inside me a-any longer… I like you too, p-please be m-mine..?" So nervous. Almost passes out. Never thought this would happen. 

QUARTET NIGHT 

Reiji: 

Somewhere in his mind he had no doubt about the fact that you like him too, but still he couldn't shake off the feeling of what would happen if you did not see him as that. He's getting old, and he knows, and any relationship that may come his way, he wants that one to be the last because he doesn't have time for games anymore… so when you tell him that you believe he's the one and that you want to be with him for as long as possible he's so shook. "(N/N)-chan… I'm so happy you feel the same way!! I've liked you for so long… be mine?!" Goes in to hug you and somehow almost kisses you which may or may not have been intentional. 

Ranmaru: 

Doesnt wanna talk about it. Only Reiji knows about his crush and ONLY because Reiji is nosy AF. Thinks he could have a shot but thinks you deserve better. So terrified of rejection no cap. Was gonna take his feelings to the grave, but then you spilled your own feelings out to him one evening over movies and take out and he almost choked on his pasta. You? Like him? Too??? Literally grabs your shoulders "eh??!! You like me??!! I have literally been trying to tell you that for AGES and here you go so easily saying that? Tch… just be mine already, babe." Grumpy emotional. Just lay your head on his chest and watch his blush spread across his cheek plz. It's adorable. 

Camus: 

He had everything to offer you and more and yet he could just not bring himself to tell you how he feels. His pride wouldnt let him. Let someone have emotional control over him? No thank you he will just bury his feelings and hope they go away but oh here you two go again to another pastries shop and somehow you got him to laugh and here we go again with these butterflies. Is so annoyed with himself that he almost didnt catch you confess to him but of course he heard the three words that really matter "...I like you.." He's silent after that for a few moments, mainly because his heart is beating so fast and his brain is replaying the words, and he's trying to maintain a cool persona. Finally settles on a small chuckle and a smile "I like you too… fool…" fool? Mentally slaps himself but you seem to be taking it well since you're laughing. 

Ai: 

Ai has such a hard time understanding what's going on inside him and when he does finally understand, he tries to keep it to himself. But every time he sees you and you interact with him, his heart flutters a bit and he soon realized that he cant keep these feelings in forever. He wanted to take you out to one of your favorite restaurants for lunch and then tell you but halfway through the main course, you just kind of told him yourself and it was said so calmly, like you've said it before and he almost wondered if you two were already together? "You like me, too?" Gets such a cute little smile, "I like you, (Y/N), I have for a while.." :')

HEAVENS 

Eiichi: 

Lolololololol has so much confidence. Of course you'd like him back, hahaha….unless??? Cant manage to tell you in fear of his pride being hurt, but he makes sure to try and show you in small ways? Like buying you lunch, getting you VIP tickets to the concerts, spending time with you, etc… And then one day he's doing exactly that, buying you lunch, because he's memorized your favorite everything, but you tagged along because you wanted to be around him and you just were telling him how appreciative you were of him and everything he does and next thing he knows you're confessing to him and he almost drops the take out box. Shook 103. Almost doesnt know how to answer but his smugness comes back sooner or later "my my my angel… I guess I have to confess that I like you too." Plays it off cool but inside his heart grew by like 65 sizes. 

Kira: 

He's so quiet and honestly love was the last thing on his mind and then you came along and messed it all up. Suddenly he was talking and all of HEAVENS was shook and realized way sooner than Kira ever could. At some point the feelings started overflowing and he cant deny them anymore and you just happen to sit so close and then you take his hand oh? Those were the words he was dying to hear. "... I like you too…" theres a small blush on his face and you find it so cute. 

Nagi: 

Haha feelings are stupid. Denies it. No one is gonna get him to confess. Nada. Niente. But the more he hangs out with you the harder it is to deny. He even tried insulting you and you know what didnt work? That! That didn't work! So one day he just stomps up to you and goes , "Listen here,you little---" "i like you, nagi-san!!" Did you just interrupt him? No, wait did you just confess to him???!!" Taken aback. Nagi doesnt work for a second. "Y-you.. Do? Well good thing you feel the same because I was just about to tell you that." Plays it off cool, died on the inside. 

Eiji: 

Precious little thing doesnt know what to do with himself and these feelings. Is so nervous around you but tries to not overstep any lines. LOVES to hang out with you and play stupid board games with you, so one night when youre over and you guys are playing UNO, he is almost ready to tell you, but then you said it and his soul left his body for a minute. So overcome with happiness he almost cries, "oh (Y/N)... I like you too… I'm so happy you feel the same!" 

Van: 

Cute. Of course he was gonna fall for someone eventually but this was just SO unexpected. You came into his life and rocked his world in such an unexpected way… suddenly flirting with you doesnt become easy and he is trying so hard to not mess up and ugh here he is trying to explain his feelings to you and wait did you just kiss him and then tell him you feel so deeply for him? Aidjsjqjjasjqoqooosn. SO taken aback. Actually blushes a little? Is this real? Immediately pulls you in and tells you the same, "oh angel! I feel the same way and… can I get another try at that kiss?" 

Yamato: 

Denies his feelings by taking laps and going rock climbing, basically anything to get his mind off of you and focused on something else. Cant tell you, too scared of rejection. So when you asked to join him on one of his runs he almost freaks out because now he HAS to talk to you or it'll be awkward. Halfway through the run you take a water break and you knew that now was the time. "Yamato, I have a crush on you." He was ready for the next 2 and a half kilometers when his knees almost gave out at hearing you say that. Swears on God his heart stopped beating for a second, "good, because otherwise this would be really awkward" and kisses you? He has no clue how he got that confidence and his face is turning all shades of red right after but at least now you know, right? 

Shion: 

His whole life he tried to prove to everyone that he was worth it. And then you came along and you saw that he was worth it and you never expected anything of him, and it is such a nice feeling to just be accepted by someone… he couldnt help but fall for you. Shion wanted to be yours so badly, wanted for you to be his so badly, so when those words left your perfect lips, so many stones fell off his shoulders. He visibly relaxed beside you and gently took your hand in his, "i like you too… Thank you, (Y/N)..." 

[spacereadinglesbian]

This Is How It’s Supposed To Feel

Word Count: 1145

Summary: TJ and Cyrus continue to talk on the bench about everything and nothing, all at once. 

TJ and Cyrus continued to sit on the bench, hands intertwined ignoring the claminess they we were both getting. The two boys couldn’t help but smile at the fact they were actually together, that after all the drama they ensued, they made it. TJ was in awe, he couldn’t stop looking at the two hands that sat in the middle of both boys, he didn’t know what to do next. TJ decided to break the silence and cleared his throat. 

“So, what now?” Cyrus could hear the shakiness in his voice, not knowing if they were more than friends and willing to put it out in the open. 

“Well we can start off with who knows,well about this I guess.” TJ knew that Cyrus was talking about the unspoken gayness that was their hands, but at the same time he didn’t know how comfortable TJ was, well in his gayness. 

“The first person that I ever told was Reed. I actually told him about my crush on you.” This caught the younger boys attention, a smile being placed on his face, and a little head nod that told TJ to continue. 

“When I invited you to go dirt biking I told him before you got there. The whole time he was making fun of me because he thought I was showing off to impress you.” His voice trailed off into a frailness that seemed embarrassed. Cyrus chuckled, squeezing the older boys hand a little tighter, asking him silently to continue. 

“After Reed, I told my sister, and she was so supportive and even said ‘Nobody with the name Thelonious can be straight,’ and we just continued on with our relationship. And the last person that knows, I didn't even tell them. She guessed. Kira made me choose between you two, and if I had to do it all over again, I would choose you sooner.” Thats made Cyrus smile and he squeezed TJ’s hand one last time before breaking his silence. 

“As much as I love this,” he said pointing to their hands that have not yet moved but are fully enveloped in sweat “I want my hand to breathe a little,is that okay?” All TJ did was nod and put his feet on the bench, sitting in a criss-cross applesauce position. 

“Now Cy, you get to tell me, who knows about you?” TJ was treading lightly, knowing fully that his close knit group of friends knew but not sure how comfortable he was telling the stories. 

“The first person I ever told was Buffy. It was right after my first kiss with a girl named Iris, I knew it didn’t feel right, and Buffy assured me that there was nothing wrong with how I was feeling.” At the thought of his supportive friend, he smiled again, he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled that much. “After Buffy, I told Andi, at my bar mitzvah, and of course she gave me a big hug and told me how proud she was of me, and after that I told Jonah at the shiva, I couldn't have had a better group of people to come out to.”  Cyrus could see TJ’s hand once again reaching out to be held, although his hands were still clammy he took it, and embraced the claminess with every muscle in his body, and then, they just sat there, in complete silence, holding hands looking at the stars in front of a beautiful fire. 

“Do your parents know?” Cyrus once again broke the silence, looking into the green sea that was TJ’s eyes. 

“My mom, she knows. I actually didn’t tell her, she kinda figured it out. After costume day I came home really upset, I was crying actually, and I told her that I switched costumes and felt  awful for ditching you, her response is something I will never forget, ‘sometimes fear eats at you until there is nothing left but bad decisions. Don’t let the fear of your feelings eat at you until you don’t have Cyrus anymore.’ Then we just laid on my bed and I cried with her. She asked if she could tell my dad, I said yes.” TJ stopped himself looking Cyrus straight in the eye, seeing his reaction to the story. 

“One day, will you tell me all about Kira?” TJ nodded his head, placing another squeeze to their hands

“Do your parents know Cy?” TJ knew well enough that with 4 therapist parents you have to hide some things, but all Cyrus did was nod his head. 

“After Bubbe Rose died I told them all, I thought that anything can happen so if something out of the blue happens to them, I want them all to know.” TJ couldn’t help but think about how smart Cyrus was for thinking that way, he couldn’t help but want to show him off to the world now that they are both entering high school, he couldn’t help but think about the dances they can go to together and the snow storms they get to spend inside. It’s like Cyrus can read his mind with his next question. 

“How public do you wanna be?” His voice was low, not wanting to ruin the moment, not wanting to scare the boy he so desperately cared about away. He wants to tell his friends about tonight, how he finally gets a love story after all. He wants to tell him about the way TJ’s hand fits in his like it's meant only for him. He wants to take pictures with him and make it his lock screen but he doesn’t want things to go too fast, he doesn’t want to scare the boy of his dreams away, and that’s when he speaks up. 

“How public do you want to be, Cy? Because I want to hold your hand walking down the street and go to the movies together. I want to experience our first homecoming together and have double dates with our friends, but if you don’t want to be public, we can keep this between us. But if I can, I want to show you off to the world.” Cyrus can’t help it but a little tear escapes his eyes, and all he can do is nod his head, before he gets the courage to speak again. 

“Can we do one more thing Teej?” And the older boy thinks he knows where this is going but wasn't positive until Cyrus moves closer and puts his hand on the older boy’s jaw asking for permission to kiss him, and is granted with an eager head nod. The kiss isn't passionate, it isn’t a sparks flying kiss, it’s a kiss that is emotional and speaks volumes, it’s a kiss that says that I’m no longer scared. A kiss that says, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

[vespertine-legacy]

Sorry for re-posting this (not sorry, didn’t hurt enough of you the first time around), but I decided I wanted to put up my track list explanations.

I know I originally said I wasn’t going to share who I had assigned to each track and just leave it open to interpretation, but then I decided, fuck that, so here you go. It’s divided up by class because that made it easier for me to make sure I got everyone, but that’s not the order the tracks are in on the playlist, so sorry for that... POTENTIAL SPOILERS for ALL CLASS ROMANCES. Track explanations have snippets from the letters the PC receives from each romanced companion for all classes and Theron (and some of them fucking hurt).

(Here’s hoping the formatting doesn’t fuck up too bad...)

I’d love to hear your opinions on it (beyond “hey, fuck you,” though I do welcome those reactions too)!

The Night We Met - Lord Huron [Theron Shan]

[The thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that you’re out there. … I haven’t forgotten about you or our time together. I never will.]

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met

--

[Sith Warrior]

Need - Hana Pestle [Vette]

[They say powerful Sith can come back from the dead and appear to the people they had strong connections to when they were alive. Will I wake up one day and see you? Will you finally tell me what happened? Will I know if you had the time to think about me before you died?]

My hand searches for your hand In a dark room I can't find you Help me Are you looking for me? Can I feel anymore? Lie to me, I'm fading I can't drop you Tell me I don't need you

The Other Side - Ruelle [Malavai Quinn]

[The Empire needs you. More than that--I need you. … I should have come with you aboard Darth Marr’s ship--stood in my rightful place by your side. … Now I’m faced with the possibility of never seeing you again… and it makes me ill. I cannot accept it. … No matter what anyone says--I know you’re alive, and I will find you. Even if it kills me.]

We are buried in broken dreams We are knee deep without a plea I don't want to know what it's like To live without you Don't want to know the other side Of a world without you Is it fair, or is it fate? No one knows The stars choose their lovers Save my soul It hurts just the same

Gone - Olivia Broadfield [DS!Jaesa Willsaam]

[You were always going to leave me. I knew that. … I’m more powerful than ever, and I don’t fear death. … Why should I cry that you’re gone? Why write words to a dead man? Why?]

And I finally found That I found my voice And I'm saying all these things Just because I've got the choice And it's gone

--

[Sith Inquisitor]

Stars - Grace Potter & The Nocturnals [Andronikos Revel]

[All I wanted was to fly free, no attachments. But what we have together--I wouldn’t give that up for anything. I know you’re alive. It would take more than an explosion to kill my girl. Even a really big one. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll commandeer a shuttle to find you myself.]

I can't look at the stars They make me wonder where you are Stars Up on heaven's boulevard And if I know you at all I know you've gone too far So I can't look at the stars

Grow - Rae Morris [Ashara Zavros]

[What does it mean, that you could die and leave no trace? … The Sith and Jedi are helpless against this enemy. I’ve left them all behind. I never belonged to those failed orders, no more than you did. We were always something special. Now it’s just me. Something is drawing me to the darkness beyond the edge of Wild Space. Maybe there will be answers waiting for me. Maybe I won’t be alone anymore. I wish you were going with me.]

Caught beaten by the edge Of the weight of the world Long live this pain Long live this feeling | Blind and childish I won't fight it Here I hide Underneath my innocence (Grow, Grow)

--

[Imperial Agent]

Already Gone - Sleeping At Last [Kaliyo Djannis]

[Truth is, I’m grateful. Obviously, I was getting soft. Won’t happen again. Just remember--I was the best thing that ever happened to you.]

I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop I want you to know That it doesn't matter Where we take this road But someone's gotta go And I want you to know You couldn't have loved me better But I want you to move on So I'm already gone

Saturn - Sleeping At Last [Vector Hyllus]

[The Song of the Universe crescendoed--its vibrations overtook the stars, then...silence. Your aura, normally so bright, dimmed, and the vessel we have made our home grew cold. … We do not know what we will be like without you. We do not want to know. Please come home.]

I'd give anything to hear You say it one more time That the universe was made Just to be seen by my eyes With shortness of breath, I'll explain the infinite How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

Scared - Delta Rae [Raina Temple]

[I thought about reaching out to Lana Beniko, but I can’t risk the Sith finding out about me. Especially not now, when I have no protection. … I should forget about you. But I can’t do that. I’m not ready for a life without you. … Please come back to me.]

Baby, can you keep your promise? Baby, can I keep you honest? 'Cause I'm scared There's nothing in the sky above me There's nothing strung below us, baby, if we fall We're caught between a spark and lightning We're caught between forever and nothing at all And I'm sorry, I love you

--

[Bounty Hunter]

Over - Johnnyswim [Mako]

[Not sure why I’m even writing this. Closure? Just to say “I told you so”? It doesn’t matter. The galaxy’s falling apart, and I don’t need a front-row seat. I’m done with the business. All it’s ever done is take away the people I cared about.]

So wake me up the dream I had is over We were so young and now we’re getting older And I can’t keep on giving you what might be meant for someone new Wake me up the dream I had is over

Who We Are - Tristan Prettyman [Torian Cadera]

[Sometimes, we only get a single battle. You and I had a few years. … You honored me. You saved my life. You loved me better than anyone ever has. I’ll repay those debts. I’ll carry your memory with me on every hunt I take until the day I die. … Ret’urcye mhi doesn’t mean “goodbye”--it means “maybe we’ll see each other again.” If there’s another life beyond this one, I hope we do.]

I will never love another like you So give me all your secrets Your fear and doubts, honey you don't need them I will never find another like you

--

[Jedi Knight]

Hands - Emily Jane White [Kira Carsen]

[Sometimes I dream that you’re standing in my doorway, but you’re not you anymore. You’re him. Everything’s gone wrong since you left. … You have to come back.]

You caught my bad dream A deathly guise took you by night And those hands turned the tide You were harmed by unsaintly arms We will take you in our arms This ain't no dream

Revelry - The Careful Ones [“Doc” Archiban Kimble]

[You’ve survived worse disasters without breaking a sweat. … I had to learn a lot of math in medical school, and I’ve run the numbers. You’ve gotta be alive. … enough’s enough. … You’ve been gone too long.]

Picture perfect home or no, so I was told It was meant to be no other way Pain it came and fell on me Damn, you put that spell on me That my mind could never erase

--

[Jedi Consular]

Pain Told Love - Tribe Society, Kiesza [Felix Iresso]

[I spent a lifetime trying to find you. If I have to, I’ll spend another waiting for you to come back. That’s what love is.]

No one knows you quite like me Pain comes and you find a way to build your world around it And when it hurts get inside the pain and wrap your arms around it I heard pain tell love, she said "where would I be without you?" So love I better find a way to build my world around you

Find You - Ruelle [Nadia Grell]

[I will rally these old friends and lead them to wherever you are. We will brave the dangers that await, my love. Stay strong. We will come.]

Just hold on It won't be long I will find you here inside the dark I will break through No matter where you are I will find you

--

[Smuggler]

The Place I Left Behind - The Deep Dark Woods [Corso Riggs]

[Go to Port Nowhere and send me the signal. I’ll come running. … Come home. I love you.]

I've got the ramblin' fever down in my bones And everywhere that I wanna go The only place that I ever loved Is a place I left behind

I Don’t Believe In Us (Acoustic) - Overcoats [Risha Drayen]

[I didn’t give up on you until today. I searched all over Wild Space, even after Corso said it was time to face the truth. … I’m the one who was supposed to leave when things got bad. Damn you for getting the last laugh, just like always.]

Please understand me, I can't live like this anymore I used to love the sound of it, but what is it we're fighting for I drift in and out of seeing us for who we are Get glimpses of what we're doing here and I don't buy it anymore | I love you, I love you, but all dreams must come to an end

Hold On - Brooke Annibale [Akaavi Spar]

[I’m still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.]

We put our flame upon ice Watch it burn out All I want to do Feel the ache in my hands to hold on to you

--

[Republic Trooper]

The Last Time - Taylor Swift, Gary Lightbody [Aric Jorgan]

[We’ve been fighting these things for two months now. … Getting real tired of it. Might not be so bad if I just had my wife here with me like I’m used to. I know you’re still out there. No way you’re dead. Two months is long enough. Please come back to us.]

I'm not sure how I got there All roads, they lead me here I imagine you are home In your room, all alone And you open your eyes into mine And everything feels better

From the Wreckage Build a Home - The Wind and the Wave [Elara Dorne]

[We first met on a search and rescue mission. I suppose it’s only fitting we reunite the same way. Yours, always.]

We're built to last Well now it's clear you're the wind and I'm the wave Oh together we can brave all the things we never knew | If our ship does sink we will follow it like stones From the wreckage build a home

[imaginesandsmut]

He Wishes He Was With You Pt.2

Words: 1726

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Warnings: Little bit of some steamy action. cutie stiles.

Writers Note: this is a part 2. hope y'all enjoy it! xoxo

“Do you remember everything?.....The time when Void came to my house? Do you remember anything from that moment?”

“Yes, I do”.

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When Stiles Stilinski first saw Y/N Y/L, he was in love. Yes, he was in kindergarten at the time but it still counts. Her little piggy tails and bright yellow dress captured his eye but when the kindergarten bully stole the big firetruck from Stiles and Y/N stole it back for him, he knew that she was going to be his future wife.

Stiles didn’t know how to control his emotions though. His mum told him to try and talk to her but when she cried because he screamed ‘hello’ at her face in the morning, he tried taking a different approach. His dad said to give her flowers but Y/N defiantly did not appreciate the mud that dripped from the flowers on her new shirt. So, of course, the only way he could show his love for her was by throwing a basketball at her head.

This then caused her to hate him for months on end until her birthday when he gave her a giant remote control dinosaur because he discovered her love for dinosaurs.

Scott always knew how the two felt about each other, he worked out by watching the two. He noticed that Stiles was projecting his supressed emotions towards Y/N onto Lydia, and how Y/N just stared at Stiles in every class they had together.

When Void took over, Stiles was trapped. It was like he was a character in a video game, he was making the movements and interactions but it wasn’t willingly, he was being controlled. When Void snuck into Y/N’s house, Stiles was doing everything in his power to gain some control and turn the ship around. He screamed and yelled to try and make Void get annoyed and leave but it only encouraged him further. When Void kissed Y/N, Stiles wanted to kill him. Stiles never really felt pure anger until that moment and that obviously made Void want to take it further. Thank god she pushed away cause he couldn’t handle the fact that he’s kissing you but it wasn’t purely him. His anger was also the reason why Void walked away, because Void had all the jealousy, anger, greed and hatred he needed to power himself.

So now here they were, sitting in Stiles’ car in silence, staring straight ahead. Not one of them knew what to say, or how to convey what they were feeling. Stiles wanted to tell Y/N he loves her but what if she didn’t feel the same and was actually uncomfortable about everything that happened when Void came.

“And?” Y/N spoke up.

“Are you okay? With everything that happened? I’m so sorry he….that I…. hurt you” Stiles wanted to make sure she was okay, that she wasn’t hurt. Stiles always checked to make sure Y/N was okay, he couldn’t live with himself if he caused her harm.

Y/N turned to face Stiles, causing him to look at her too. God, she is beautiful.

“Stiles, that wasn’t you. You would never hurt our friends like that. I know that the Stiles I met in kindergarten would never hurt me like that,”  Y/N looked down at her hands and spoke in a softer voice, “it was just hard, knowing he was lying about what he was saying. It was confusing.”

Now it was time for Stiles to ask questions.

“What do you mean ‘it was hard, knowing he was lying’?”

“well, you know,” she looked up at him, trying to get him to understand without saying it. “like….come on.” She laughed a little out of uncomfortableness.

“You think he was lying about what he was saying?” Stiles sounded shocked.

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, why would he lie? Everything he said was to gauge an emotion from the both of us. I tried so hard to keep every memory and feeling I have of you away from him, just so he couldn’t hurt you. Spending days not being able to think of you so I could keep you safe was basically torture, Y/N. And, of course he was gonna dig deep and tell you that I love you. Cause I do and that is the strongest emotion I have within me, my love for you”

Silence.

Stiles widened his eyes at the outburst and what he said. Y/N mirrored his actions and sat back in her seat, looking straight ahead again.

“ugh fuck.” Stiles leaned back in the seat and rubbed his face.

“So, you love me?” Y/N asked as if he never even said it.

“It’s hard for me to even comprehend how much I love you, Y/N. I don’t even know how to express it or what to do, that’s probably why I kept it to myself for a long time. And because I didn’t want to lose my connection with you.”

“well, now you can try and express it because I love you too.” She giggled, trying to make the tension lighter.

Stiles’ heart was beating hard and fast. Should he kiss her? Should he walk her back inside and give her the day to recover? Should they go on a date right now?

Stiles decided to take a different approach and slowly crept his hand from its place on his lap and rested on Y/N’s knee. Her breath hitched and she settled down lower in her seat, rolling her head to the side to watch him. With his face still forward, Stiles dragged his hand up higher onto her thigh, until it was at a height that was too high for friends but still low enough for nothing to really happen.

They were walking on the boarder. Even though they just confessed their love for each other, they both were nervous to go forward. They wanted it so bad but didn’t know if the other was ready.

Y/N’s breathing was heavy as she looked at his profile, she needed to do something so he can know that this was okay. She rested her elbow on the console, lifted herself up, placed her head on his shoulder and kissed his jaw. This caused Stiles to tighten his hold on her leg.

Y/N got confidence from this small reaction and started placing open mouthed kisses on Stiles’ neck. His hand was gripping and releasing her thigh, unknowingly building up the tension in her lower part. Y/N decided to take initiative and climbed over the console, turned to face stiles and sat down on his lap.

They both looked at each other, waiting.

“fuck it.” Stiles groaned, grabbed Y/N’s neck and smashed their lips together. It was like someone flicked a switch and it became all hands and tongue. The two of them fought for dominance but Stiles won when he squeezed her butt and she let out a small moan. Y/N started to grind on Stiles which caused him to let out a groan, allowing Y/N to break away and kiss his neck again.

They kissed for so long they seemed to forget where they were. Things were about to be taken to the next level when someone started knocking on the window of the jeep. Y/N broke away from their heated kiss with flushed cheeks and looked at Stiles’ messy hair. The knocking continued as did Stiles’ frustration, the foggy window didn’t give them an indication as to who it was.

Y/N got an idea and a small smile creeped up on her face.

“I see that smile, Y/N. Don’t even think about it.” Stiles already knew what she was gonna do, he knows her.

“Oh come on, it’ll be funny.”

“Y/N-“

Y/N ignored him and rolled down the window. As the foggy window slid down, the face of Y/N’s elderly neighbour was on the other side. The fog on the windows, the messy hair, flushed cheeks and of course their position was enough to make the elderly woman let out a little gasp from surprise.

“Hi, Mrs Pullmin.” Y/N said meekly, kinda regretting winding down the window.

“Why…hello darling. Um. I saw the car in the drive way and I thought it was a homeless man camping in your driveway and I was just going to offer them to move to my driveway because I didn’t think you would be okay with them being here but now I see that that is not the case.” The poor woman couldn’t even look at the two of you and hasn’t taken her eyes off the ground

“Yeah, not the case.”

Stiles was trying to supress his laughter as your flushed cheeks turned beet red from the embarrassment of the situation.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you two lovebirds to be. Enjoy your teenage fun, darling.” Mrs Pullmin waved goodbye to the both of you.

“Goodbye, Mrs Pullmin!” Stiles finally spoke up and let out a cackle.

“Stop it!” Y/N lightly slapped his chest and hid her face in his neck. “I thought it was gonna be Kira or Derek.”

“That was far more entertaining, though.” Stiles kept laughing whilst he stoked her hair.

Stiles loved this. Even though they aren’t just best friends anymore, they are still joking around like nothing changed. There’s no pressure on the both of them, they’re still Y/N and Stiles.

“Hey,” Stiles spoke up after their laughter died down, “Y/N.”

“Mmhhm?” Her head lifted from his neck and she fake pouted down at him. He smiled up at her and lifted his hands to hold her head between them.

“Let go on a date tomorrow, yeah?”

“Really?” Y/N’s smile got wider.

“Of course, dummy.” He giggled at her childlike happiness. “I wanna take my girlfriend out on the town.”

“So, I’m your girlfriend now, huh?” Y/N teased, poking at the boy’s cheeks.

“Well, that’s if you want to.”

“Of course, dummy.” She grabbed his cheeks too and kiss him again.

Stiles wanted to be a gentleman so he kissed her and forced himself to calm down. He opened the door and the clumsily staggered their way out of the driver’s seat from being in their position. He walked her to the front door and bid her goodnight with another quick kiss.

Stiles was the luckiest man alive to not only have Y/N as a best friend but, now, to also have her as a girlfriend .

[thinkingaboutyoungroyals]

Just One Little Thing Stops Me Every Time   (1/3)

Summary: T.J. and Cyrus (separately) get some unexpected advice from visiting strangers. (Hint: The title)

Whenever T.J. was in the zone, he couldn’t hear anything else. Not the squeaking of his sneakers against the pavement. Not the bounce of the basketball as it hit the backboard and swished into the net. Not even his own breathing.

But, right now, he could hear all of that – loud and clear. So, when he took a shot at the net, it made a loud “bam” sound as it bounced off the ring and back onto the ground.

He cursed out loud, a word his mother would not approve of him saying at 14.

Getting his hands on the ball again, he dribbled and made his way back towards the net, and pushed himself up into a layup. The ball spun around the ring once before falling off the edge.

This time, T.J. screamed out his frustration, dropping to the ground and holding his head in his hands, feeling defeated.

He couldn’t concentrate. There was too much on his mind. His grades were teetering towards failing again because he couldn’t focus. His coach was hounding him about shaping up for the next basketball game against the Raptors. Kira kept hogging all of his time and he barely had room to breathe. And he hadn’t spoken to Cyrus in days and had the feeling that his friend was avoiding him.

“You would have made that if your head was in the game,” a new voice he didn’t recognize broke through his thoughts.

He looked up to see a man approaching him.

Immediately, T.J.’s guards were up, “Stranger Danger” flashing in his head. It wasn’t everyday an adult would approach him when he was by himself at the park.  

But, the stranger simply picked up the stray ball, dribbled it a few times before taking a shot at the net. The ball didn’t even spin around the ring. It just went right in with a ‘swoosh’, bouncing against the court a few times before rolling towards T.J.’s feet.

“Whoa,” he couldn’t help but say out loud.

The guy was good!

The guy picked up the ball and dribbled it again. “Wanna play a little one-on-one, kid?” he asked, smirking challengingly.

If there was one thing T.J. could never resist, it was a little competition.

He pushed himself off the ground and the guy passed the ball over to him.

Dribbling, he ran towards the net and tried to take a shot… until the guy snatched the ball out of the air, dribbled a few times, and took his own shot. It went right in.

T.J. glowered. “You’re taller than me,” was all he could come up with.

The guy tossed the ball back to him with a laugh. “That shouldn’t matter, kid! The kids I coach are shorter than me and they can steal the ball right from under my nose. Of course, they never win against me in a one-on-one, but hey, at least they try.”

With determination taking over his entire being now, T.J. dribbled past him, did a layup, and the ball went in this time. He flashed a cocky grin at the guy.

The stranger laughed again. “There you go!”

They played for several more rounds. In the end, the stranger won by 5 points. T.J. couldn’t keep up with an obvious professional who had probably been playing for years. But, nonetheless, he felt no hard feelings. Just relief and the thrill he got whenever he played a good game.

Collapsing on the ground, he shook out his hair, wet from perspiration. The guy handed him an unopened bottle of water, which he took, gratefully.

“So…judging by the way you were playing before I showed up, something’s bothering you,” the stranger stated before taking a drink from his own water bottle.

T.J. stared at the water droplets dripping down the plastic. “It’s… nothing.”

He wasn’t sure if he could trust this stranger with his stuff.

The guy hummed. “But, you feel better now, right? Nothing a good game can’t fix.”

T.J. wouldn’t say his problems were fixed but he did feel a little bit better and his head felt clearer.

“When I have a lot of stuff in my mind, I play ball, too,” the guy continued. “It’s always been that way since middle school. And most of the time, it works.” He flashed T.J. a pointed look. “And, sometimes, talking helps, too.”

Before he knew it, words were spilling out of T.J.’s mouth.

“I have this friend… and I think he’s mad at me but he won’t tell me why or what I did wrong. And it’s been bugging me because we’ve always been able to tell each other everything but lately… things just changed.”

The stranger pursed his lips. “Have you talked to him about this?”

T.J. shrugged. “Kind of? He told me he wasn’t avoiding me but… I don’t know. It feels like there’s this… space… between us that we never had before. And I don’t really like it. I just… I don’t know what to do.”

The stranger hummed. “That sounds rough, kid. I’m sorry.”

T.J. did feel a little better. “Thanks.”

“I mean… do you know what caused it? When it started?”

Of course, he knew.

Costume Day.

When he made a jerk move and left Cyrus to do their half of a costume that T.J., himself, proposed just to do one with Kira.

“I… kind of… left him when I made a commitment,” he admitted.

“For a girl?”

T.J. felt the shame creeping in. “Yeah.”

“Oof. The ultimate friendship breaker between two guys.” The stranger shook his head and chuckled a little. “You know, back in high school, my friendship with my best friend since diapers almost ended because I got jealous of this girl he kept hanging out with. Of course, in the end, I realized that trying to break them up was the wrong move ‘cause it just made him miserable. So, I just kind of accepted it and you know that? I’m glad I did. She’s a wonderful woman. They’re married now. So, I’m sure your friend will come around and accept that.”

It was a sweet story but that was nothing like what T.J. was going through.

“But, that’s the thing. I’m not even dating her! We’re just friends! Why does everyone keep thinking we’re dating?! I don’t like her! I don’t like girls! I…” He froze, realizing what he just accidentally revealed to this stranger. Fear gripped his entire being, his guards up once again. “I… I mean…”

He got ready to bolt. Just grab his bag and his ball and run far, far, far away from this stranger who suddenly knew his deepest and most hidden secret.

“Ahhh, so it’s like that,” the guy just said, nodding and his calm demeanor made T.J. pause. “I get it.”

That reaction just ruffled T.J.’s feathers. “No, you don’t!”

The guy didn’t take offense. He just smiled. “Actually, I do.” He tilted his head to the side, looking contemplative. “The moment when you realized that part of yourself, you can’t help but wish you were anything else but that. You’re probably scared of other people finding out so you keep quiet, hoping it would go away. Then, you meet that one person who makes all that feel… okay. And, finally, you can’t imagine being anything else but that.” He looked up at T.J. with a smile. “At least, that was how it went for me.”

T.J. blinked, the wheels in his brain turning and smoking with the revelation. “You’re…”

His voice got stuck in his throat and he swallowed. He had never even said the words out loud himself.

“Yeah, I’m gay,” the guy stated, like he was just telling him the time of day. “And proud of it.”

“Oh.” T.J. struggled to find the right words to respond with. “That’s… cool.”

The stranger chuckled. “So… this friend of yours…”

He let the words hang in the air.

T.J. swallowed. He had already revealed much about himself. Might as well go all the way.

“He’s… important… special…” he confessed.

“I figured that was the case.”

“Yeah… But… Like I said… I think he’s mad at me and avoiding me.” He groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Maybe he’s jealous of this girl you’ve been hanging out with.”

T.J. considered it but why would Cyrus be jealous? There was nothing between him and Kira!

“Do you think maybe he feels the same about you?” the stranger proposed.

Those words brought about the longing in his heart. “I doubt it. Cyrus isn’t… gay. I think.”

Sure, there seemed to be subtle hints because T.J. liked to watch him, sometimes (it’s not creepy!) but he was trying not to stereotype.

He took a peek at the stranger. “How did you figure it out?” Then, realizing that it may be rude to ask, he added, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“That I was gay?”

T.J. nodded.

The stranger hummed before a fond smile graced his lips. “It was all because of baseball.”

At the unexpected answer, T.J. frowned. “Baseball? I thought you played basketball.”

The stranger chuckled. “Yeah, but I also played baseball in high school. But, long story short, there was this baseball game at the place I worked at, during the summer of my senior year. All the staff was a part of it. We were against someone very…unexpected.” At this, his smile widened. “Let’s just say that I saw my husband in a different light during that game.”

T.J.’s eyes widened. “You’re married?!”

The stranger raised his left hand where he could now see a white gold band wrapped around his ring finger.

The man was married… to another man.

“That’s possible?” T.J. asked out loud.

The man laughed as he put his hand down. “It’s legal in a lot of states now, kid. Luckily, he and I live in one of those states. New York.”

“You’re not from Shadyside?”

“No, we’re here on business. Well, more for my husband than me. He’s guest teaching a dance class as a favor to an old college classmate. He just couldn’t resist and since it’s just for the weekend, I figured I’d go with him.”

T.J. bit his lip, feeling oddly jealous of this adult who seemed to have his life together. And he seemed happy and had no regrets. So… was it truly possible for him?

“You look like you have something you want to ask.”

T.J. looked at him, hoping the anxiety didn’t show on his face. “Does it get easier?” he asked, softly.

The stranger’s lighthearted demeanor turned serious all of a sudden. For a few moments, he stayed quiet, as if contemplating what to say to T.J.

It didn’t help the poor boy’s nerves but he stayed still and anticipating. He needed to know.

“I can’t say that things are easier for us compared to straight people out there,” the man finally answered, sounding like he was carefully choosing his words. “But… I can say that I found peace accepting who I was… and along the way, I was lucky enough to find someone who loves me the same way I love him.” He let out a soft laugh. “It’s kinda funny, how we barely acknowledged each other at school before that baseball game. And after that, we became really good friends and, even though it took a while because I was in denial about the whole thing, things just... fell into place. Honestly, I can’t imagine going through the rest of my life without him.”

Listening to the guy, T.J. could relate. Cyrus’ unexpected arrival in his life definitely threw a curveball at him.

Cyrus and his pretty brown eyes and cute mole and kind demeanor and utter belief in the goodness in him... T.J. was already a goner the very first moment they met.

The stranger raised a hand and patted T.J.’s back. “You’re still young, you have a lot to figure out about yourself and a lot more to go through. But, this person that’s special to you? Whether you end up dating them or just staying friends, if you trust them to always be with you through the hard times, I can promise you that you will get through those hard times until you can finally tell yourself that you are happy.”

With every word, T.J. felt a bit of his anxiety disappearing. It was still there, of course. The anxiety for his future. But, imagining Cyrus being there by his side through it all… he knew, deep inside him, that Cyrus will accept him no matter what because that was just the type of person he was… it made him strong enough to face whatever came his way.

“At the end of the day, kid, the people that truly love and care about you will be the only people who will matter. No one else. So, hold your head up. You got this.”

For the first time all afternoon, T.J. felt himself smile. “Thanks. I… I really needed that.”

The stranger patted him on the back again. “No problem, kid. Happy to help.”

A phone beeped and knowing it wasn’t his because it was in his backpack on the bench, T.J. just watched as the stranger fished out his own phone from his pocket.

“Ahhh, I gotta go pick up the hubby.” He got to his feet and T.J. followed. The guy smiled at him. “You should get in touch with your friend. Try to spend time with him regardless of everything. And, when you’re ready to talk about it, tell him. If he’s as important and special as you say, I’m sure he’ll accept you no matter what.”

T.J. had no doubt Cyrus would. One of these days, he would have enough courage to tell him. But, for now, he just needed his friend back.

The stranger held out a hand to him. “Well, it was nice meeting you, uh…”

“T.J.,” he supplied, taking the hand and giving it a shake.

The man nodded. “Nice meeting you, T.J.”

“You too. And, thank you, uh…”

The man smiled. “Chad. Chad Danforth.”

T.J. nodded. “Thank you, Chad Danforth.”

The man - Chad - began to walk away sending one last wave at him.

T.J. watched his form get smaller and smaller before walking over to a bench to his bag. Taking out his phone, he sat down. He opened up his texts, scrolling to his messages with Cyrus.

Smiling, he began to text.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “From Above”

She fell from the sky. Literally. The Joker has no idea who Y/N is, but one thing's for sure: after the encounter his life will never be the same.

The loud splashing sound makes The Joker open his eyes only to see the pool water flooding the terrace, almost reaching the lounge chair he dozed off on.

“What the hell?...” he gets on his elbow, confused after being abruptly woken up.

The waves are starting to calm down a bit and J finally gets up from his spot, curious and intrigued about the shape he’s discerning on the bottom of the pool: there’s actually someone curled up in a ball, most likely a woman.

The protective, translucent barrier surrounding your body is already disintegrated by the time The Joker dives under the water to get you out. In a few seconds you are placed on the same chair he rested earlier, The King of Gotham increasingly pissed that the security downstairs didn’t do their job properly.

“Hey, hey!” he taps your shoulder, puzzled by the white, skin tight outfit you’re dressed with: every time he touches it there are small electrical charges following the complicated pattern of your outfit.

You faintly moan, slowly coming to your senses.

“Hey, wake up!” J insists while wondering if you’re one of the “fliers”, a term used for people thrown from planes: either they know too much or have to disappear for good. Mobsters would frequently use aircrafts in order to get rid of unwanted cargo; a little push at high altitude and the corpse would be found splattered all over the ground and often unidentifiable. Did that happened to you? Were you maybe lucky enough to have escape death by landing in his pool?...

The Joker grabs his cell from the tiny table by his deckchair, instantly yelling as soon as Frost picks up:

“Are you guys napping??? What am I paying you for, huh?? How did she sneak in?!!”

“Who sir?” the henchman replies, totally alert now that the boss seems in a very bad mood.

“The woman in the white outfit! How did she pass by unnoticed?! Or did you just let her in The Penthouse to see if I’m amused by your stunt?”

“Sir,” the goon defends himself and the team. “We patrolled the perimeter and I can tell without a doubt that we didn’t see a soul. We would contact you before sending someone to The Penthouse; we know the rules.”

“Do ya’???!!” J yells so loud you open your eyes. “Never mind!” he shrieks seeing the woman’s reaction. “I’ll take care of it!” he hangs up and throws the phone back on the table.

“You!” he pokes your waist, annoyed. “How did you get in here, hm? Who sent you?” the interrogation continues. “Where did you come from?”

He watches you direct your arm towards the night sky, your index finger pointing at the stars.

“Were you thrown from a jet?” he slams you against the cushions when you try to lift your head. “Answer me!” The Joker violently yanks at your hand.

You just glare at him, analyzing the strange man shouting things you don’t care about and it makes you happy.

“Oh!” you exclaim and he doesn’t have time to dodge when your arms go around his neck; the embrace is so unexpected it takes moments to recollect.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” J snaps out of it and shoves you away. “Don’t touch me!”

You frown and pout, upset he didn’t recognize you: how could he anyway? It’s been so many years and it appears life hasn’t been kind to him to begin with. The logic realization makes you smile and The Clown lets you touch his face simply because he plans to break your fingers for the transgression. You keep caressing his face and your fingers are still intact, but he’s going to snap them soon. Probably…

“Who are you?” The Joker growls, mad at himself for showing weakness: he didn’t hurt you yet and he sure feels the urge to shred you to pieces.

“Who’s that Mister J?!” Kira sulks and walks outside on the patio, jealous the man she spent the evening with has somebody else over. She heard the commotion from the master bedroom and since her partner wasn’t in bed she went searching for him. Only to find The Joker with another girl, apparently engaged in some kind of foreplay. Or at least that’s what she believes.

“I have no clue,” he snarls while distancing himself from the weird creature that landed in his life out of nowhere.

“Don’t lie Mister J,” Kira speculates on The Clown’s capability of twisting the truth all the time. “Is she your new toy?” the envious woman inquires.

“No,” and the simple reply is not even taken into consideration.

“It’s fine, I can work with that…You could have us both in the same time…” she seductively bites her lip since this is the only solution separating her from being chased out of the premises. “Just let me stay…yes?”

“Stop talking and go to sleep!!!” he lashes out because he’s fed up with the blabbermouth: J has more important matters to attend than a resentful, casual escapade.

“Is she a dominatrix or something? I could get a latex suit for you also if you’re into that,” she continues to gamble on his patience when in fact he definitely had enough.

“GET. YOUR.ASS. inside,” he mutters through his clenched jaw, “or I’ll make you!”

He is definitely angry and Kira halts her tirade, aware she’s walking on pins and needles.

“Hey, where are you going?!” The King of Gotham inquires when you suddenly jump of the seat before he can pin you down. You run by Kira and barge in, your wet hair dripping all over the expensive rugs in the Penthouse.

“What is she doing?” the lady asks a worked up Joker rushing after you.  

You keep on running around the huge living room, touching and marveling at all the extravagant decorations scattered around the place.

“Oh!!!” you keep on exclaiming and the odd behavior makes The Joker forget his temper and watch the scene with a painful grimace.

Out of the blue, a deafening noise shakes the Penthouse; a few windows crack and car alarms start blaring on the streets nearby.

Already? you think and stomp towards The Joker, grab his hand and drag him outdoors again.

“Let go!” he slaps your arm when your white outfit glows with such intensity he has to squint his eyes: your free hand reaches for the sky and he instinctively looks up; there’s something enormous shining above Gotham with lights rhythmically pulsating each time you take another step.

“Mister J, w-what is that?” Kira gestures at the eerie apparition and shrugs in fear when the pool water is ascending towards the invisible force acting like a magnet for the strong beam of incandescence illuminating the atmosphere.

Although it’s not necessary, you cling to the man you came for because he must be paralyzed by now: the flash always has this effect on first timers.

“Don’t be scared!” you reassure J, “I’m here to save you!” it’s the last sentence he discerns as both bodies float in the air towards the ship meant to get you out of there before it’s too late. “Don’t faint!” you try to keep him conscious but The Joker blacks out immediately, not used to the advanced technology he is privileged to experience.

**************

He groans in his dream, continuing to gaze at the transparent panels depicting stars and darkness steadily moving in the vast space. Maybe if he closes his eyes really tight and reopens them, he’ll be able to wake up from the bizarre hallucination.

Nope, it didn’t work.

“I’m in a padded cell at Arkham…I’m in a padded cell at Arkham…” he deeply inhales, repeating the words meant to aid him recover from the sluggish state he’s in. J manages to bring his fingers close to his face, not even noticing the tattoos on his hand are gone: the shimmering white attire he’s dressed with sticks out, adding to his astonishment. “Shit,” The Joker reprises his words, believing his brain is playing tricks on him: “I’m in a padded cell at Arkham…”

“You’re not in a padded cell at Arkham,” the woman’s firm yet calming tone informs and he turns his head instead of just looking up at the translucent ceiling: the sluggish state he’s in is starting to diminish, panic taking over.

“Where am I?” J mutters, his erratic breathing escalating the more he remembers about what occurred yesterday, unaware it was six days ago.

“Please calm down,” you smile and he attempts to stand up without success. “I know how it feels, I’ve been there before. Just take deep breaths and exhale, OK? You were in The Inc.Ubator for days but the process finally ended.”

“The…the what?” The Joker pants and you have to distract him otherwise he will hyperventilate shortly and it won’t help the situation.

“The Inc.Ubator fixes everything that’s wrong with someone at molecular level,” you press on his chest to assess his irregular heartbeat. “Do you sense a certain clarity in your thoughts? Like, they are not scrambled and distorted?”

J has no idea about the involved circumstances that lead to his redemption, but he’s about to find out.  

“I’m not sure,” he justly concludes. “I think I completely lost my mind and I’m delirious.”

You chuckle at his affirmation since that’s what you thought also when you were saved by THEM 23 years ago.

“You didn’t lose your mind, I can assure you of the opposite: it’s fixed now. I’m sorry about the tattoos, teeth and hair though.The Inc.Ubator reads them as anomalies that shouldn’t be there: it follows biological imprints stored in its memory for each species, removing and repairing stuff that shouldn’t be there. Wanna see?” you offer to help him up and once on his feet you guide the dumbfounded Joker to one of the panels that reflects back as a mirror as soon as you draw a circle on its surface.

“Oh my God!” he covers his mouth in disbelief at the unusual sight: he has no more green hair, pale skin or tattoos; he looks exactly how he is supposed to look like without the Ace Chemicals incident. NORMAL.

“What did you do to me?” he fakely grins only to see white teeth instead of his silver ones.

“Not me, The Inc.Ubator; it’s an honor to be chosen as survivor of a dying world,” you draw the circle and the screen transforms back into the clear panel granting the two humans a visual of what is going outside the interstellar vessel.

“That’s Earth,” you point at a humongous cloud of debris in the distance. “What’s left of it…” Y/N’s voice dims at the visual. “The core had a surge in temperature and the globe imploded right before I took you. No warning for the people, nothing to stop it.  But THEY saved us from that…”

The Joker has a hard time comprehending the insane concepts thrown at him, yet he finds the strength to utter:

“Who’s THEY?”

“Enhanced beings traveling around the Universe and collecting mementos of extinct planets. THEY can’t intervene, their laws forbid it,” you pause to sniffle. “THEY predict when catastrophe will strike and  rescue a few samples before annihilation.”

J nervously digs his nails in your suit, unsettled by the news:

“So you’re one of them?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m from Earth, part of the First Wave they saved several years ago.”

“Why was I selected?” the former Clown Prince of Crime demands an explanation and he’s enlightened with the answer.

“Now that your mind was gifted back to you, do you recall the orphanage?”

His sudden silence confirms he does.

“Do you remember the mute little girl you used to play with?”

His eyes get big and you continue:

“You never made fun of me and my disability like so many other kids did,” you sadly recollect. “You always shared the sweets you stole from the kitchen and protected me from the boys that used to tease me. You didn’t know sign language but we understood each other, didn’t we?” your eyes get teary at the emotional past.

“… … Y/N?... “ J articulates the name he didn’t say since he was a child.

You nod a yes and provide more details to the stunned man standing next to you:

“I’m sure you also remember I disappeared. I didn’t. I was simply taken by THEM and brought here where The Inc.Ubator mended my handicap: that’s why I can talk. When THEY decided to save a few more before the disaster, I was urged to pick someone: the young boy that was so kind to me was the only one that stood out from my old existence. Thanks to their technology I was able to track you down and come get you,” you start sobbing and intertwine his fingers with yours. “I’m glad I had the chance to return the favor my dear friend,” you bury your face in his shoulder, incapable of letting go.

And the changed Joker squeezes you closer to him, shocked at the craziness that followed the first encounter with the lost and forgotten childhood friend. He doesn’t know what the future holds, but one thing’s for sure: his life will never be the same.

Also read: Masterlist

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #100: Reactions of Someone insulting Their Love Ones Part 1 (Variety)

Nora and Oscar

Random Guy: Man why do they keep this boy around? He sucks!!

Nora: (Abruptly Stopped walking after hearing someone insulting Oscar) .......

Oscar: (Turn to the guy) You really shouldn't have done that...

Random Guy: ('Tch') Please. What the fuck is that girl gonna do anyways?!

Oscar: (Shrugged) She'll probably break your legs.

Random Guy: Wait Wha-

Nora: (Charges towards the guy in rage) HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY BABY LIKE THAT?!!!!

Random Guy: Ahhh Shit!!!!

*LOUD CRASH*

Haru, Futuba, and Morgana

Random Guard Captain: Ugh! These little shits again?! Can't they learn their place already?!

Futuba: (Irritated) Great. Now they're starting to look down on us...

Morgana: ('Sigh') Well... it's no use dwelling on it now. Let's just get this over- (Eyes begins to Widened after seeing Haru instantly went up in front of the Guard Captain) Beauty Thief?!

Guard Captain: (Notice that Haru is standing right in front of him) Hmm? What do you want?

Haru: Have you heard of a phrase (Pulls out an giant Axe with a smile) "That you should never anger a girl with an axe." before?

Guard Captain: (Instantly starts to get scared shitless) Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........

Haru: (Sarcastically) Oh my. You're telling me that you haven't? Well don't you worry now. (Having a dark expression before walking towards the captain very menacingly) Allow me to show you instead....

Guard Captain: W-w-w-wait!!!

Once Haru begins annihilating the Guard Captain in a brutal fashion, Ren and Makoto came in time to cover both Futuba and Morgana's eyes from witnessing any form brutality Haru is giving to the poor, foolish Guard Captain.

Gwen and Max (Featuring David)

Random Guy: Your kid's a little shit!

Gwen/Max: (Unimpressed) .........

Random Guy: (Confused) Wait... neither of you aren't bothered by what I just said?

Gwen: Not really.

Max: (Shrugged) I've been called worst, honestly.

Gwen: (Points back at an enraged David) But he might be.

David: (Cracking his knuckles) Do we have a problem here, sir?

Random Guy: ('Gulp') (Terrified) You think you could calm him down?

Gwen: (Raised an eyebrow) That depends. You wanna start apologizing to our kid now?

Random Guy: Not Really....

Max: (Smirks) Then consider yourself fucked, asshole.

Sally, Bunnie, and Tails

Random Guy: Leave the Freedom Fighting to the professionals and go back to your little research lab, you two tails freak!

Sally: (Instantly pop out Plasma Blades from both of her Blue Rings) .......

Bunnie: (Instantly turn her robotic arm into an Plasma Arm Cannon) You wanna run that by us again, partner.....

Tails: (Facepalms) Don't do this, you guys....

Smash Ladies and their babies

Random Guy #1: Man, all of y'all kids are trash!!!

Random Guy #2: Yeah!! You tell 'em, bro!!

Random Guy #3: They should know their place!!!

Ness: (Facepalms) I swear, this is the third time this week with these people...

Lucas: (Nervous) What should we do?

Toon Link: They'll still talk trash about us if we start walking away now...

Ashley: (Irritated) And I am not in a mood to annihilate any of these imbeciles either....

Pit: (Worriedly) Ah man....I wish there was a way we could all get out this.....

???: ('Ahem')

The kids and the three guys turned and see the person was none other than Princess Peach.

Peach: (Crosses her arms) I would appreciate it very much if you refrain yourselves from talking trash to our babies, gentlemen.

Random Guy # 1: And what if we don't want to?

Peach: Then you'll leave me no choice but to turn to drastic measures!

Random Guy #2: (Scoffs) Girl, please. You could keep threatening us if you want to, we ain't gonna be scared of you like last time!!

Peach: (Smirks) Who's to say that I'm in this alone?

Random Guy #3: Wait what?

Peach: (Snaps her finger) Oh, Ladies!

And just like that, the rest of ladies, who are considered as mother figures (Daisy, Rosalina, Palutena, Bayonetta, Samus, and even Isabelle) suddenly appear out of nowhere with a not very pleased look.

Random Guy #1: (Started to get terrified) Ah shit.....

Random Guy #2' (Terrified) This is even worst than before!!

Palutena: (Turns to the kids with a Reassuring Smile) You kids go back to mansion now. We got this under control.

Toon Link: (Sprints away) You don't have to tell us twice!

Ness: (Walks away) Thanks a million, you guys.

Pit: (Walks away while waving back) Good luck, Lady Palutena!

Ashley: (Walks away while holding Lucas' hand) Let's get out of here, Lucas.

Lucas: (Follows Ashley) Okay! (Turns to the ladies) We love you guys!

Bayonetta: (Wave back at their babies) We love you all too, sweetheart!

Samus: We'll meet you kids back at the mansion right after we deal with these clowns first!

Isabelle: Wait for us there, okay?!

Rosalina: And please try not to trip yourselves down on the way there!!!

Daisy: (turns to the three guys and starts cracking her knuckles) So..... you boys have any last words before we start kicking your asses?

Random Guy #3: (Terrified) Have Mercy?

Peach: Sure. Why not?

Random Guy #1: (Showing a little hope) Really?

Peach: (Smirks) Hell no!! Let's get 'em, Ladies!

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[i-want-to-be-manhandled]

also, dumb shit i’ve learned during my first year on t

-i can pass most of the time except for when i’m at work. i think that’s because customer service voice at my old job plus carryover work anxiety to my new job (i was borderline sexually harassed at my old job because i am trans, so i’m stealth at my new one, very anxious about anyone finding out, and VERY defensive when i get misgendered. perhaps to my detriment, but i always explain that it was the “running joke” at my old job that i “looked like a girl,” which is as true of a story as i can make it without telling my coworkers i’m trans. similarly, they think i’m having back surgery in december.)

-the only people who misgender me now are clueless people who see me without my binder on in like dining halls or some shit and adult women. actually, the amount of time i get misgendered by women between 30 and 60 has caused me so much anxiety around that demographic that my anxiety voice has probably increased the percentage of times they misgender me. even the bro-iest of broskis apologize profusely and turn red when they misgender me. (thanks nick ur a bro, i won’t drink 14 beers with u tho. maybe 2.) women between 30 and 60, or at the very least ones at my job seeing my customer-service persona? they just don’t seem to care, or can’t seem to remember. they either get defensive or give me the “oh you’re one of THOSE” stare. i can’t fucking stand it.

-on that note, i am tired of being called kira and karen. open your goddamn ears. kieran is not THAT uncommon of a name where you insist to your dull minds that a man is called kira or karen, 30-to-60-year-old-female-coworkers. jesus fucking christ on a bike. please. i am whole-ass begging you. when i spell or sound out my name for you, and you continually insist it’s karen, i have every right to be angry at you. i am very apprehensive around middle-aged women at my job now, which i am aware could be interpreted by them as sexist without the context for my anxiety, but the anxiety is there, despite me actively realizing it’s shitty and yikes-worthy. i need a fucking beard please.

-contrary to the last points, women in my own age demographic are much better than men at reading me as male. i predict that it’s because i’m not actively trying to get in their pants like most guys they interact with on a daily basis, they actually remember what the fuck my name is, and i’m less anxious around people my own age anyways so my voice is deeper. men my age may read me as female more because i don’t have facial hair and i make “i hate men” jokes with my female friends all the time. this is all theoretical, but it’s interesting to realize that the gender who misgenders me more is different for different generations. is there a study on this? should i do one myself?

-on the beard note, i gave in and bought minoxidil. will it work? possibly not. do i just need facial hair like yesterday to make up for my slight bone structure and small head? yes, so i am willing to drop $23 on a six-month supply of that shit for the gamble that it will work. i frankly don’t care if i’m out $23 because of it later, at least i tried. and considering all the results i’ve seem from trans guys (even those who are pre-t!!) with minoxidil beards, i have faith that it will work at least somewhat well. besides, i need an excuse to take better care of my skin and stop scratching my zits open during the day. this will probably have multiple benefits.

-you know, i don’t even WANT a beard, i just feel like i NEED one. ideally i want like a 5 o’clock shadow but i’ll probably end up having a beard for a bit just to enforce that i’m male whenever my fucking facial hair grows in. i don’t like how this means i’m conforming to societal standards of masculinity, but you know what? sometimes, you ahve to do what you have to do in order to feel safe and comfortable in your own skin. being trans is like walking a tightrope sometimes. i think in general most of the trans people i know agree that gender roles are stupid, but there are enough radical “fuck gender roles entirely i’ll do what i want who cares if i pass” people and enough “i can’t understand why amab trans people would want to keep their facial hair/penis or why afab trans people would still want to wear makeup and dresses” that i feel like i’m an odd one out for not agreeing with either side entirely. i’ll never be caught dead in makeup or a dress, but i also wear neon pink cat socks and don’t bind all the time. i feel like no matter what i do it’s still problematic to SOME trans person somewhere, and most of me doesn’t really care but some part of me thinks it’s stupid that me desiring to pass is problematic to some people or that me owning neon pink cat socks is problematic to some people. i’ve been distancing myself from the online trans community because of it.

-my mother and i had a talk about how she treated me during my transition, and it was a lot to handle. i don’t really wanna write out a whole paragraph about it right now because it’s still a lot to process, but i am in the process of deciding how much i want to let her back into my life or if i want to continue to keep her at a distance. i think i’ll have a better idea about that after thanksgiving or christmas break (she’ll be taking care of me post-surgery, and she was hurt that i was afraid to ask her to - but it made sense to be afraid considering she had such awful reactions to things as simple as my name change, you know?) idk. we’ll see where that ends up. we’re never going to be close, but we may end up being less far apart.

-i’ve been in a depressive/executive dysfunction episode for the past like month, and not only am i failing my classes but i’ve been wearing the same like 6 shirts and 1 baggy sweatshirt and 4 pairs of basketball shorts. i regularly wear my shower shoes out (they’re just flip flops, but still) because putting on socks takes more energy than i have. the plus side is they make me look masculine, the downside is i look like literal shit almost 24/7 and someone should really force me to do laundry. if you’re reading this and you know me irl, actually please text me/fb message me and yell at me to do laundry.

-all the negative experiences i’ve had being trans no longer make me want true trans soul rebel tattooed over my top surgery scars. sorry, laura jane grace, your music saved my life and i have failed you because i am weak and want to be stealth. maybe i’ll incorporate it into the t-shot date tattoo that i’m getting on my left thigh where i had my first t-shot. 

-that being said, i can’t be stealth ~yet~ outside of work because too many people already know, so i’m still wearing the iconic “i have no tits” shirt i got from wish for a whole 71 cents plus shipping to pride next time i go. (i wear it now for fun too and it makes a pretty excellent sports bra for under The Baggy Hoodie, believe it or not lmao.)

-THAT being said, i live with three men. my roommate definitely knows i’m trans bc he’s one of the first people i came out to irl, my one suitemate might know i’m trans but i can’t remember if he remembers, and my third suitemate (who is terrible and gross and i hate living with him because he leaves rotting food in the bathroom sink) does NOT know i’m trans. i was in the bathroom literally topless, with a towel around my waist and a towel over my neck/shoulders (and therefore covering my titties), and he didn’t bat an eye. my roommate saw the two of us silently coexisting in the bathroom and tried very, very hard to stifle his laughter at the situation. next semester after i have surgery, i’ll probably continue doing that for a while till i heal more, but eventually just be like “oh yeah i had ugly scars and now look at them they’re baby” lmao

-yeah that’s it for now i’ll add more if i think some