#i want white hair so bad dude i want to do it at least once

[fishgirl514]

i dearly love my dark brown hair but the fact that i cant dye my hair white without crazy upkeep and the roots growing out every 5 minutes is so tragic and depressing to me

[jhopezwrld]

can you do some nsfw five headcanons? thanksss

aw hell yea man. i want aidan gallagher so bad it’s criminal i need to be locked up in horny jail !! (surprise surprise i like another white man)

five hargreeves nsfw headcanons

tw: smut !! mdni plz xoxo 💋

ngl it took him a WHILE to stop cumming so quick after the two of u had sex for the first time. dude was alone for like 50 years with nothing but a mannequin and his left hand ok cut him some slack

but trust me when i say he always made up for it. if he’s cumming after 5 minutes he’s making u cum at LEAST two times that night (more for himself than for you bc busting so quick damaged his ego a bit)

had never eaten pussy before you so he was super hesitant going into it at first, even though he didn’t act like it

probably spent a few minutes exploring what you had down there before rlly going to town on you

picks up on things very quickly bc he’s so smart so it was easy for him to figure out what you liked and didn’t like

is able to make you cum the first time he goes down on you and will never forget it (huge ego boost)

blowjobs are one of his favorite things in the world, second only to actual sex with you

he’s heard his brothers talk about sex in passing but brushed it off as some stupid superficial thing they were obsessed with

but oh man after the first time you two do it he wants it all the time

for the first few months he’s practically insatiable, which is so far from his normally calm and collected persona

after a while, he’s able to control himself more. it becomes less of an addiction and more of a luxury to him

but don’t get me wrong, just because he doesn’t need it every day doesn’t mean he doesn’t need it often

he considers it the perfect way to unwind from a long and stressful day

or the best way to apologize after upsetting you

prefers using his fingers over his mouth on you because he gets a better view of your face and how good he’s making you feel

he gets super possessive sometimes (especially when he’s drunk) so he will occasionally leave dark bruises on your neck, just below your collar. easy enough to cover up but easy to show off as well

doesn’t like hickies on himself but appreciates scratches on his back from time to time

doesnt talk about your sex life with his siblings, but it’s clear by the way he relaxes around them more after the two of you get together that he’s getting that ‘good good’ (direct quote from diego said to a disgusted allison)

keeps his hair long because he likes when you tug it

favorite position is missionary bc he’s a classic man what can i say. he loves that he can see your entire body and your face all at the same time

however you on top is something he’ll never refuse

pls just top him every once and a while he’s so tired from saving the world thrice and taking care of his siblings and murdering people… he needs a break !

is always so hesitant to relinquish control to you but he knows he always enjoys himself in the end

doesn’t usually get into ‘roles’ during sex but he prefers being the one to call the shots

if ur able to get him to sub be prepared bc he’s a mouthy little brat

probably likes being slapped around a lil bit i can’t lie

is a secret sucker for soft romantic sex (but he saves that for special occasions like anniversaries and birthdays)

he’ll cradle your face and whisper how pretty you are and press gentle kisses to your cheeks. he’ll even hold ur hand the whole time!!

ok last addition but i feel like when he gets super drunk he’ll accidentally spill the beans about your sex life to klaus and ben and now ben can’t look at him or you the same without remembering that five told him you swallow LMAO

[ghostlyfleur]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟��𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

eddie munson x new girl

contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.

word count: ~1k

summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.

eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.

she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.

his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.

“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.

eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.

“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?

angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.

“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”

eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.

plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.

being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.

not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.

admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.

but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.

but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.

♡

── harmo’s footnotes:

i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!

masterlist. eddie dreams.

ghostlyfleur © — all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, or translate.

[tokischaaaaa]

si las más puta' son las más fina'

!hamzah x !reader

summary : in miami, the reader is @ a club, hamzah is there and just got kicked out for fighting a guy. he obviously isn't in the best mind, while sober, however, the reader goes outside to check on him since moments ago they exchanged glances from a distance multiple times.

warning! : smoking mention, cursing, smut

word count! : 1.2k

"y/n, come here, let's take a shot!" your friend said, obviously hammered already. you waved her off, looking around for the curly-haired boy you had been exchanging glances with, but he had disappeared. for some reason, when you were dancing and met his eyes, you felt less overwhelmed by the blasting music and sweaty bodies surrounding you.

"i'll meet back with y'all, i just wanna check something," you whispered to one of your slightly more sober friends. she nodded, and you started to walk toward the exit before being stopped by the dj queuing your current favorite song, "fina" by bad bunny.

you groaned and continued outside. "this mysterious cute boy better be worth it to skip a bad bunny song," you muttered to yourself.

as you finally got outside, you saw the boy from before sighing while looking up at the sky. "here goes my attempt at rizz," you thought, cringing to yourself.

"pretty ugly tonight," you sneered. the boy looked at you and gave a small grin. "yeah, sure is, a shitty one too," he groaned, his voice numb and emotionless.

"okay," you said, rolling your eyes. "that dude beat your ass and your aura. damn, couldn't be me," you added with sass. you couldn't believe you had even left the safety of your friends for a boy who kept making eye contact with you. scoffing, you started heading back to the club's entrance, but were halted once you heard behind you,

"least i'm not dressed like a slut," the stranger said.

too irritated to respond or say something witty back, you felt embarrassed that out of all the people in the club, he had caught your attention. you waved your hand at him, signifying that he could go fuck himself.

as you were about to enter the club, you felt a strong tug on your wrist. assuming it was a homeless man, you jerked your hand away, still looking at the entrance, trying to get in as quickly as possible.

"no, please, though, i'm sorry, i should've controlled my tongue."

"that is not a homeless man," you sighed to yourself, turning around to face the stranger from before.

"what do you want now, bruh?" you groaned, now just wanting to get away from this jerk.

"just to hear me out," he sighed, his head hanging low.

"okay, you have a minute, that's it," you said, looking up at the dark blue sky.

the stranger started explaining what had happened, causing him to slip up and call you a slut. "so, as i was saying, the dude i got into the fight with was this frat white dude who kept saying he'd slip it into you before me. i wasn't saying that or even suggesting that. i'm assuming he got that from seeing you and i exchange glances."

after the stranger finished his sentence, you felt tears welling up. maybe it was the tequila shot you took an hour ago, or the curse of insomnia rubbing off on you and your fatigue starting to settle in.

"oh my god. this makes so much sense, thank you. i'm sorry you got kicked out of the club," you said, quickly wiping any tears that attempted to escape your eyes.

"it's no problem. it started getting boring in there; all the music was becoming the same," he scoffed.

"boring? do you hear what they're playing now?" you cried, surprised he couldn't hear "fina" playing. you grabbed his wrist and ran with him inside the club. once inside, you felt a pair of familiar hands around your waist. you began to slowly grind on him, seeing if you could get him to calm down. he let out a moan that only you and he could hear. you slowly looked up, seeing the stranger making sure the security guards couldn't see him.

"me gustan las suciería', baby, how 'bout you? tengo el bicho afeita'o y cabezón como caillou besito' en el cuello, besito' en el toto"

as the music got louder, you took his chin and brought it down to face you. you brought your noses together, then your lips, and your hands all over each other's bodies, exchanged names, called each other dirty names, then shared a taxi, and finally ended up in a hotel bedroom.

"yo soy tu bambino, tú eres mi villana vamo' a hacerlo hoy porque nadie sabe lo que va a pasar mañana ey, por la forma en que me chinga, a veces pienso que me ama, ey"

he now had your tit in his mouth, his dick inside of you, and you were kissing all over his head, praising him and urging him to get rougher. you started to feel a knot tie inside of you.

"hamzah, please, i'm gonna finish soon," you moaned as a bead of sweat fell onto your tit.

he nodded, stopped sucking your tit, and repositioned himself to support his next move. he raised his torso and began to grind his hips in a circular motion. your moans became clearer and louder with each circle hamzah made.

you released all over his cock, your orgasm accompanied by his release of cum inside you.

you collapsed on his stomach. "no sé qué tú me hiciste, mami, que me tiene' loco," hamzah said, quoting the song. a large grin appeared on your face. "you do like the song!" you exclaimed with the remaining energy in you. he nodded with a grin. moments later, both of you were passed out on the hotel bed.

two weeks later

"mandy, but it can't be that. i don't think i was unsafe," you said.

"y/n, listen, you and the girls were at a club a few weeks ago. did anything happen there?" your friend mandy asked. a blush appeared on your face. you tried to hide it, but it was too late; mandy was giggling her ass off. "yeah, that's what i thought," mandy said, bursting out laughing. "listen, let's go to my place. i have some tests there," she said, putting her arm around your shoulder.

"oh, what would i do without my dear nurse mandy," you scoffed.

once you arrived at mandy's apartment, you said hi to her boyfriend, martin, who was busy doing something on the computer. you followed mandy to their bathroom, took the test, and handed it to mandy. you were too nervous to see the result. "mandy, read it to me," you said sternly.

"okay," she said, taking a deep breath. mandy looked down and saw two lines on the test.

"guess who can file for child support from bad bunny!" mandy said, laughing her ass off once again. you went up to where mandy was to examine the test to see if she was right.

two lines.

"shit," you groaned. mandy cleared her throat and stopped laughing. she embraced you in a hug. "we'll figure it out, y/n, trust me. but now, let's get you some water," mandy said, leading you to the kitchen.

as mandy got out some cups for the both of you, you looked at mandy and martin's couch and saw a person there. you went up to mandy and asked who the stranger on the couch was.

"oh, that's hamzah, martin's friend."

you nodded before realizing the familiarity of that name.

"mandy, why is my name in your mouth?" hamzah groaned, facing you.

"shit," came out of both your mouths simultaneously.

~ fin(a)

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tokischaaa speaks: heheheheeheehheehheheehehh, hows yalls summer? <3

also lmk if you want me to make another part cuz idk what to do wit this one lol

[ilenissu]

This is short and shitty but women's day transfem!Stevie x cis!Eddie for your souls

It started off simple with cropped shirts and lip gloss. Eddie didn't think much of it at first, just complimenting his boyfriend's outfit and 'pretty raspberry pink lips' and basking in the light radiating from Steve as he did so.

When Steve started growing his hair out, Eddie cheered happily. They could finally braid each other's hair, although Eddie wasn't as good at it as Steve was. He finally had a model (and an excuse) to learn.

Then, one day, when the kids started fighting over who gets to call shotgun, Eddie shushed everyone bluntly and opened the door for Steve instead. "This carriage is meant for a princess". The look of pure bewilderment on the kids' faces were nothing compared to the blush on Steve's cheeks.

Steve went shopping with Nancy and Robin at least once a week - unless there was a special occasion, then even more often. His makeup developed into much more complicated eyeliner+shadow combinations. He got his ears pierced and picked out little silver flowers as his healing rings. Also, there were the sparkly (and quite long, almond shaped) nails.

Then he heard it. Robin talking to Nancy as he walked into Family Video to deliver his two favourite people their lunch.

"Stevie's not coming. She's got a date night with Munson... I don't know, but I don't think she told him. I've been trying to tell her he won't mind or be a dick about it, but she INSISTS the guy will leave her cause she's not 'a guy' anymore. I know, total bullshit."

Eddie stoos there, frozen. Leaving the lunch on the counter, he ran out of the store before anyone even noticed his entrance.

March 8th. With a huge bouquet of pink and red roses, a box of cherry-filled chocolates and a bottle of champagne in a white, festive basket, he knocked on the Harringtons' door.

Nancy opened. Well, that wasn't the lady he was expecting, but he had to make do.

"Eddie. No offence, but we're having a closed group meeting."

Eddie blinked, but soon shook his head quickly. "I respect that. I just wanted to give my... the owner of this house... a gift." He cleared his throat.

Nancy raised her eyebrow. "You want Harrington to have this? Sure. I'll hand it over. Anything else?"

Well. That was rude. He took another deep breath. "Dude. I know you guys are busy but I just want to wish her happy women's day and I'll be on my way. Here," he pulled a single rose out of the bouquet and handed it to Nancy.

She snorted. "Trying to bribe me?"

"It's a token of friendship. And feminism."

"What's taking so long, Nance, did the pizza guy kidnap you or something?!" Robin's voice was heard from inside the house along with some shuffling and grumbling. Soon enough, the love of Eddie's life stood in the hallway, staring at him in shock.

"Hey, baby," Eddie offered a small wave along with a soft smile that made Nancy completely abort her mission of blocking the doorway and disappear into the living room.

"What are you- I didn't know you were coming over- What's-" Stevie's brows furrowed, the makeup making the whole thing even cuter if that was even possible. "What's that?"

Eddie raised the basket a bit. "It's for you."

Another frown. "Why?"

"March 8th. Every fair woman deserves a bunch of flowers almost as pretty as her, hm?"

The look of pure panic made Eddie backtrack. Oh, he fucked up. Stevie wasn't ready, Robin had been joking, he misread EVERYTHING.

Just as he was spiralling, Stevie ducked her head and soon threw herself at Eddie, wrapping both arms around his neck and clinging onto him as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, come on- It's that bad?" Eddie offered quietly, wrapping his free arm around his partner's trembling body.

"You- You don't mind?"

"Jesus, baby, I loved the living shit out of Steve, and if you'll let me I'll love the living shit out of a much happier Stevie. So if that's okay, if you still want this, I'd love you to be my girlfriend. How does that sound?"

"But you're-"

"Stevie. You're doing the thing. Self-sabotage? I don't care about labels, when I have the love of my life in my arms. And if she happens to be a girl, then a girl I shall be attracted to."

[mioyeo]

SAY GOODBYE: chapter 2

Cause I really don’t feel the way I once felt about you Girl it’s not, you , it’s me

Synopsis: In which Wooyoung finds himself loving someone else other than his girlfriend

Pairing : Balletdancer! reader x dancer!Wooyoung

Warnings: this chapter includes mentions of , illnesses, death , Wooyoung being in love , gifts, San and Mingi being goofy , kissing, infidelity, cheating ? , ballet , teasing

Word count : 2,5k

" Wooyoung why are we here again "

Seonghwa sighed as he watched the younger examine the different types of flowers

" What do you think about roses ? "

He smiled as he smelled on the white ones that smelled like a bit of vanilla

" I mean yeah they are  romantic and beautiful but it still doesn't answer my question "

" Just help me pick some flowers and stop complaining will you ? "

He chuckled and continued looking around

" Well just mix the pink roses with the white ones or whatever "

" You think that's a good idea ? "

" They do look good together maybe with a cute white ribbon wrapped around it "

The younger smiled and called the employee to help him put together everything Seonghwa suggested

" That will be 11$ if we wrap it up "

Seonghwa waited for his friend to pay so they could leave

" This is the first time I see you buying flowers and actually be happy about it "

" Can't a guy buy flowers now "

"Of course you can but what's the ocasion today for what I had to give up my own plans"

" There's a performance at school and I wanted you to tag along since you are a ballet student "

Seonghwa furrowed his brows

" There's a performance and how come I didn't know about this so called performance? "

" It's because they decided it on the last minute and not so many people signed up to watch "

Wooyoung walked down the street with his friend that grimaced confused

" They usually don't do that "

" That's why I said it was on last minute "

As they turned around the corner they saw their other friends San and Mingi waiting for them also dressed up casually unlike Wooyoung who dressed himself as if he was going on a date or something

" Wow never thought I'd see the Jung Wooyoung with blond black hair styled elegantly let alone in a leather jacket "

Mingi laughed punching his friend playfully

" Yeah but I mean it's like he's a bad boy or something , and why do you have flowers? "

Wooyoung shrugged as they continued walking

" Do I need to have a reason to buy flowers now or something ? What is wrong with y'all  "

" Chill out dude , it was just a question "

San lifted his hands in surrender

" Where is Yeosang? "

" He said he's waiting at the schools entrance "

Seonghwa replied checking his phone

" What are we going to watch anyways ? "

"Wooyoung's friend has a solo performance today and we are going for support since not so many people are coming to watch "

" That's actually sad , I'm glad I'm coming Ive always wanted to see a solo performance "

San smiled as he walked happily down the street

The boys kept talking about unnecessary things as Seonghwa had plugged in his earbuds to not get annoyed and be moody during the performance

As they slowly approached the school they saw Yeosang sitting at a bench quietly bouncing his feet as he waited patiently

" Took you guys long enough "

He scoffed and stood up as they approached him so they could in

"Wooyoung bought some flowers on the way "

" And don't ask him unless you want him to blow up on you speaking from experience "

San said as Wooyoung chuckled and apologised

" There's barely anyone here "

They went towards the big theatre and looked inside seeing five people at least sitting there patiently waiting for it to start

" Welcome , thank you so much for coming "

An old lady that seemed like the one who organised the event greeted them with a soft smile and smiled bigger after recognising Seonghwa who kept looking inside

" If this isn't my favourite student Park "

She grabbed his cheeks and patted them

" I'm glad you came , I really wanted you to watch this since it's based on what you did last year for the opening ceremony "

" Really ? Who's doing it ? "

" She's new so you probably don't know her , but her name is Y/n she transferred a month ago after our school gave her a scholarship "

Wooyoung who couldn't bare to listen anymore wandered back stage to search for her as he held the flowers nervously but gently so that he wouldn't end up crushing them

As he walked behind some curtains he saw her putting on her shoes and wrapping it around her feet

" Am I interrupting? "

She looked up startled as the sudden voice spoke in the once quiet room

" Wooyoung you came "

He smiled and approached her

" How could I miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to see you dance "

Wooyoung handed her the flowers making her gasp

" Are these for me ? You didn't have to just coming was enough for me "

Y/n took the flowers blushing as she smelled the vanilla scent radiating from the bouquet

They stood there without saying anything until Y/n chuckled and kissed his cheek

" Thank you Wooyoung you're so sweet "

The boy heated up after feeling her soft plump lips on his right cheek

" I'm looking forward to you liking the performance and even if you don't I'm still thankful for you taking your time to be here "

" Ay I'm sure me and my friends will like this , especially Seonghwa who's last year performance you’re actually covering "

" Really?! , I hope I don't embarrass myself in front of you guys "

Both chuckled before Wooyoung approached her and tucked a loose hair back up into her sleek bun

" Y/n are you ready?! "

One of the stage monitors whisper shouted

" This is my queue to leave , thank you so much again for coming "

The girl smiled and hurried towards her position while Wooyoung hurried to sit down besides friends

" where have you been ? "

San whispered as he looked at Wooyoung's smiling state

" Somewhere now be quiet it's about to start "

Just as he shushed San the red curtains have been lifted revealing Y/n curled into a ball in her beautiful baby blue tutu slowly rising as the music started to play

" She's so beautiful "

Mingi and San gawked as they watched the girl on stage dance on her toes while while twirling

" Wooyoung has taste in beautiful girls "

Mingi giggled before earning a hard pinching on his side by Seonghwa who glared at him

" Be quiet I'm trying to watch her dance "

The amount of emotions pilling out of her whenever she did specific moves that even had Seonghwa's mouth hang open

" That right there is called a perfect Grand Jete , im pretty amazed that she can even do that it's a pretty difficult move "

Seonghwa smiled and nodded approvingly

" What the heck is a Grand Jete ?"

" A Grand Jete is a jump in which a dancer springs from one foot to land on the other with one leg forward of their body and the other stretched backwards while in the air "

Yeosang explained as he kept watching quietly

Wooyoung was the only one that didn't say anything since he was mesmerised by the way her body moved so effortlessly

From every twirl to pirouettes his heart skipped a beat making him feel sick to his stomach but in a good way

His phone suddenly started vibrating with messages from girlfriend making him sigh and turn off the notifications

As the music slowed Y/n slowly twirled two times ending it with a Arabesque making everyone clap as tbd curtains closed

" That was so cool , how did she just stand on one feet while supporting her whole body with only her toes ?! ”

Mingi’s eyes widened from shook as he pictured himself trying and failing miserably to copy the move Y/n just did

“ I think this was the best solo I’ve ever seen ”

“ Me too but it seems like Wooyoung enjoyed it more than we all did ”

Yeosang teased his friend who’s mouth hung open as he continued to clap

“ Thank you so much for coming to watch our new team member do her amazing solo ”

The old lady bowed and thanked everyone before leaving

“ Guys you can leave without me ”

“ Are you staying with your friend ? ”

The boy nodded as he stared at someone that poked their head from behind the curtains

“ I’ll see you guys on Monday bye ! ”

He smiled patting everyone’s chest before running off to meet Y/n

“ Gosh what a friend he is ”

“ Wait doesn’t he have a girlfriend ? ”

“ He does and it looks like this is about to change really soon ”

Everyone looked at Yeosang who had a emotionless expression on as he walked out

“ What does he mean by that ”

“ Yeosang basically said that Wooyoung is falling for someone he just met ”

Seonghwa chuckled amused as they went out to

“ Does this mean we are witnessing a hot mess of a love triangle ? ”

San and Mingi giggled to themselves making Seonghwa sigh in exhaustion

“ You guys are so like these dumb and dumber duos and I’m tired of your baby like minds ”

He walked off leaving both boys giggling to themselves

“ You where amazing today ”

Wooyoung smiled as he waited for Y/n to finish putting on her sneaker’s

“ I saw when you clapped as everyone had already stop it was so funny ”

She giggled grabbing her backpack

“ Well it was just beautiful especially the ending pose even my friends were amazed”

He smiled looking down

“ Where are your friends? did they already leave? I wanted to thank them ”

She looked around but her and Wooyoung where literally the only ones left

“ I told them they could go since I wanted to stay and congratulate you again ”

“ Oh ok , well what should we do now ? ”

“ We could grab something to eat but I don’t really think you’d be hungry ”

“ You don’t know how hungry I am I haven’t ate anything the whole day only a small snack to boost the energy before performing ”

“ Than how about we grab something down town or we could go to the beach where they sell amazing street food "

She nodded as they walked out off school

“ You look so good with that hairstyle ”

He smiled flicking his hair back

“ I’ve always wanted to tried two different colours at once and I’m glad people like it ”

“ You kinda look a bad guy who’s in a biker gang the way you’re styled today ”

Y/n smiled covering her mouth to prevent her from laughing

“ A bad boy , gosh why does everyone say that ”

He bursted out laughing as he spot the beach just some miles away

“ But a good looking bad boy ”

“ You also looked beautiful today your costume was very beautiful ”

She smiled and looked down

“ My Grandma made it for me before I moved here from the country side , I wouldn’t be here if she didn’t pass away some months ago ”

Wooyoung frowned as he stopped on his tracks

“ I’m so sorry to have brought such a sensitive topic up I didn’t mean to ”

“ It’s ok it’s not like you knew about it ”

The girl smiled and took of her shoes letting her feet sink into the warm sand

“ I hope you’re not feeling sad now ”

He also removed his shoes before following her as they took a walk along the beach watching as the sunset slowly

“ I feel better now that I’m seeing the sunset leaving us in this darkness full of stars and the beautiful moon as replacement ”

She sat down and looked to the sky

“ Yeah it’s really beautiful especially the way the different orange tones are turning into a beautiful dark blue one "

Wooyoung took a picture before posting it on his private story

“ How come you decided to be a dancer ? ”

Y/n looked at him surprised by the sudden question but smiled

“ Well I’ve always loved seeing people dance , and my dad used to be a dancer too but had to stop when he got lung cancer "

“ I’m sorry to hear that ”

“ It’s ok , I just enjoyed seeing him dance so I also practiced Hip hop for a couple years until I discovered my passion for ballet ”

“ Wait you also practiced Hip hop ? ”

“ Yeah it was so fun but I thought ballet suited me the most out off everything ”

Y/n looked at Wooyoung who was already looking at her

“ I also think it suits you well ”

He smiled and leaned closer to her , he himself didn’t know where that boldness was coming from  but one thing he knew was needed to control was what he was about to do

“ Wooyoung are you ? ”

Y/n stood still as she felt him get closer to her

“ Can I ? Can I please kiss you ? ”

His voice sounded so desperate that even he himself didn’t believe he just did that

“ You can only if I can as well ”

She leaned in closing her eyes as she felt his breath closer to her lips

He slowly moves in closer, closing his eyes, his lips slightly parted in anticipation when his lips met hers

Wooyoung let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing against Y/n’s as the kiss got tender and gentle, full of emotion but also confusion

He wanted to be selfish and enjoy this moment but no matter how much he pulled her body closer to him his guilt wouldn’t die down

“ I-Im so sorry but I need to leave ”

“ Wait Wooyoung- ”

He stood up in a hurry leaving the confused girl behind sitting on the sand

He tried forgetting what he just did but it was deeply engraved in his mind already

Even after he came home to his girlfriend waiting for him so they could go to sleep together

He kept thinking about Y/n , someone he barely knew only for some days

Already having his heart skip beats or making him buy flowers something he never did unless it was for his mom on Mother’s Day

“ Wooyoung why are you still awake? "

He looked beside him and sighed

“ It’s nothing I’ve been just thinking ”

The boy turned around facing the wall

“ We can talk if something is bothering you ”

She snuggled herself closer to him but got pushed back slowly

“ Im fine just go back to sleep ”

The girl shrugged and turned around letting Wooyoung think to himself

He didn’t know how he was going to face Y/n now the next time they see each other, what if he ended up ignoring her or hurt her even more than he already did today by leading her on

All these thoughts kept running until he fell asleep from exhaustion when he left his bedroom to sleep on the couch

Maybe he couldn’t sleep because it wasn’t Y/n dancing around his mind but the fact that he behaved so normal beside someone he just betrayed deeply by kissing someone else

[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 2

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook was sitting in his private jet, one leg crossed over the other as he thought deep about the conversation he had with Namjoon earlier that morning before he headed to the airport.

Namjoon was always the one requested to do these meetings overseas, even if Jungkook was the one used to control and manage territories. Out of the two, Namjoon was better with words and communicating, and Jungkook was better at managing those deals from afar. He was better at analyzing and controlling everything. It always worked that way.

But not this time.

That Spanish dude wanted him, he requested his presence specifically. No one else's. And while it probably was a way to check what they're willing to do to set some deals there, he couldn't help but set all his alarms and get his men to work.

—Jeon —Yejun called his name, walking to him with a beige folder in his hand—, this is what I could collect about Pedro —the long haired boy sat in front of his boss.

Uninterested, Jungkook opened the folder, going through each one of the sheets inside -several pictures in public spaces and glam parties. While he tried to read what was displayed on the sheets, he heard Yejun summing up the information out loud.

—There doesn't seem to be anything suspicious on him wanting you to fly out of Korea —he informed—. That asshole is too proud, so probably he just wants the satisfaction of getting what others didn't. I guess he wants to make sure how serious you are about earning a territory there.

Jungkook nodded, placing his cap properly again before letting his whole body rest on the comfortable white seat. His thumbs playing against one another, surrounding each other as he tried to think about something else when the jet was getting ready to set off.

—Do you want a sleeping pill?

He just shook his head, mumbling a negative sound without opening his eyes. Yejun was one of the men he trusted the most, that wasn't part of the group of seven -that now were distributed around the globe. He trusted those other six men the same way his father trusted their parents. Out of their group, he only trusted his bodyguards enough to leave his safety on their hands -although never totally.

His father made sure to teach him that, in their business, no one was completely trustworthy, and it didn't matter if they saved your life once, they'd always turn their backs at you if somebody offered more money than you. Probably that was the reason why he spent his time in between Seoul and Busan by himself, always keeping some safe distance between him and anyone who didn't belong to Bangtan -including any woman.

He trusted Yejun enough, just a safe amount to be relaxed, but not that much not to be on alert. Although sharing that small space gave him not much of a choice but to trust him, along with every single person that was flying with them.

And probably that was one of the reasons why he went through it without sleeping for more than twenty hours.

They landed in the airport of Palma de Mallorca at ten in the morning. He didn't pay much attention to it, or at least tried to keep his discreet aura while he was there, but that place was a joke compared to Incheon. Probably why a person, fully dressed in black, surrounded by bodyguards was getting everyone's attention there.

He put his sleeves down, hiding his recognizable tattoos as he made his way outside of the airport. meeting with a convoy of black cars with tinted windows as he crossed the big doors.

Yejun sat next to him in one of the big trucks in the middle, making sure his boss -who hasn't raised his sight ever since they landed- was safe on their way to the hotel.

—I'll stay in the hotel until it's time for the meeting —Jungkook informed him.

—You won't meet mister Park first?

—No.

Without saying a word, the long-haired man simply nodded. After working with him for four years, he barely knew him -which didn't surprise him. Even before he had to take over his father's place, Jeon Jungkook was quiet and reserved. Probably raised that way ready for moments like these.

And maybe it was better that way. And safer for the two of them.

Eight hours later, Jungkook was getting ready in his hotel room, now dressed on a full black suit that he kept checking out while looking at his reflection in the mirror. He bothered to come this far, he needed to be at the same level of the meeting.

He saw Jimin waiting for him downstairs, surrounded by his men as he stood in front of one of the cars. Looking at him in the distance, Jungkook reminded himself how lethal and merciless he could be when the time came -a personality totally opposed to his delicate looks and his neat blond hair dye. Something similar happened with Hoseok. Taehyung, Jin and Namjoon on the other hand were as intimidating on the outside as they were on the inside. With Yoongi being completely different. Looking rough and twisted on the outside, just to be the one with the most patience and mercy out of the seven of them.

—Kook, you stood me up today.

—If you had closed the deal as you were supposed to, we'd have a reason to celebrate something —he cut his friend up as he walked to the car.

Those dry words made Jimin gulp heavily, making him aware of why Jungkook was there and reminding himself those weren't holidays for him.

—We are going to one of his restaurants —Jimin casually said, as the car started moving—. But knowing him, he probably will move the negotiation to one of his clubs near here. He loves bragging about his girls.

Instantly after getting to the high level restaurant near the beach, they both were led to a private room upstairs. There, a bearded man was waiting for them, sitting behind the wide table -where two free chairs were waiting to be occupied. He slid his fingers, full of rings, over his slicked back hair, surprised to finally see Jungkook in front of him.

—The man of Korea —he stood, walking to the two men that were standing close to the door.

—Out of Korea —joked Jimin.

Snapping his finger to point at him with a funny look, Pedro stopped in front of them, looking at Jungkook as if he was one of the rarest things he's ever seen in his life.

—This is the kind of dedication I love —Pedro palmed Junkook's upper arm, making him move slightly.

That sudden touch annoyed him, tempting himself to give him a deathly look until he reminded himself where they were and why he was there.

—Do we eat and later get to business?

—Actually —Jungkook spoke—, I'd rather get to business, and eat later.

Nodding while twisting his mouth, the man ended up smiling and offered the free seats to both Jimin and Jungkook. Both of them sat, Jimin smiling nervously while Jungkook kept his serious expression as long as possible.

—You want to work here, you want to distribute and take some part of gambling and shit... —Pedro summed up— I already know that, so let's skip to what interests me —he laid his back on the backrest of the black wooden chair, while playing with the gray hairs at the end of his beard—. What am I getting in exchange for letting you do that?

—Opioids —Jungkook mentioned—. Heroin, codeine, methadone... Having this place as our territory would make it easier for you to get that type of drugs —getting on a more relaxing pose, he also laid his back on the backrest—. It'd be easier for you to move your coke further than this shitty island as well.

—How would you do that?

—Leave that to me, and just worry about counting the money I'll make you win —he replied cockily.

—Like I told you three days ago, we all will win something out of this —Jimin talked for the first time.

—I know —Pedro nodded slowly—. I just wanted to hear it directly from him —he pointed to Jungkook with his chin.

Jungkook was trying hard to hold back from tensing his jaw and showing off how pissed he actually was of being there. All of that trip was a waste of time, just made to please a grown asshole to get away with what he wanted.

Instead, Jungkook just showed a satisfied grin, knowing that man was in the palm of his hand. At least the deal seemed to be done.

—Now, to close the deal —Pedro started—, let's have something mallorcan for dinner —he stops—, and then let's go for the food.

He cackled at his own bad joke, having Jimin faking his laugh while he nudged Jungkook to get a fake laugh from him, too.

—I'm not into that —Jungkook quickly stepped back.

And it was true. He avoided being with anyone because of how distrustful he grew out to be, but he still managed to get in bed with some women he found attractive and special enough to share a night with them. A prostitute though... He hated the idea of fakeness and the lack of real intimacy between them. He liked the idea of making the other person desperate for him because he built it, and not because his wallet and an obligation did.

Jimin didn't take long to call Jungkook out, speaking in Korean so the man in front of them wouldn't be able to know what they were talking about.

—We've just closed a deal that's taken us months. Just go and sit at the fucking club, but don't fucking ruin this.

—Wow, speaking in a different language with someone else is bad education, Park —the Spanish man sang, redirecting the conversation back to English.

—Sure we'll go —Jimin finally said.

It was his last word. It was the last word for both of them. And while it bothered Jungkook, he knew Jimin was doing the right thing while forcing them to go to that type of club.

✸ ✸ ✸

As usual, Y/n got in the club later in the evening, covering her head with the grayish hood while sneaking herself through the back door so she could get directly to the dressing rooms.

—You're late —Amira, one of the oldest there, scolded her.

—I'm sorry —she apologized—. I had some problems at home.

Problems as in Carla getting in some trouble in one of her extracurriculars, after she insulted one of her classmates for getting the answer she got wrong right. And instead of going straight to work, she had to stop midway to have a talk with Carla's teacher and assure him it wouldn't happen again.

That kid really needed to learn how to control her temper.

—Well, hope you know what that means.

The pearl costume.

When she started working in the club, she soon realized there was one outfit in concrete no one liked to wear. That pearl costume was uncomfortable to dance to, and difficult to take it off. Not to mention the possibility of one of the beads ripping off and falling to the ground, while you're just swaying around with on 8 inches tall high heels -which usually also leads to the worst customers of the night.

She battled with every pearl, and every strip while she was trying to get dressed. Just to see herself reflected in the mirror of the dressing room, and realizing it was totally worth it with the way those pearls fell over her toned stomach. If only its beauty compensated with how difficult it was to dance with it...

—Did you guys know? —Tere entered the place with a nervous and excited smile— The boss brought two fine as fuck men.

She didn't understand why they all were so excited over those news out of nowhere, and she wasn't shy to voice her opinion.

—And what about it? —she kept doing her eyeliner— If Pedro brought them, it means two of us will be working for free tonight.

—I mean... —Joana scoffed— I don't think so.

—Then think so —Y/n interrupted her.

Lopes entered the room, looking around all the girls until his eyes met with Y/n's on the reflection of the mirror.

—Love, you're next —he informed, before he headed out again.

The irony in her name was ridiculous. Someone that wasn't even loved by her parents had that name. And she wasn't even sure why she thought of that stage name when there were cooler ones.

She sighed, looking one last time in the mirror before she placed the pastel coloured pink wig on her head and felt the fake locks caressing the exposed skin of her shoulders.

Peeking her head over the curtains, she saw three more girls still dancing in some poles around the club, while the main stage was getting lighted up and Dancer in the Dark by Chase Atlantic started playing. It was her call to get out there and dance.

Jungkook stood by the counter of the bar, feeling as looked up as the girls dancing in the poles until all the attention shifted to the main stage. She moved around the pole, almost like flying in the air around the metallic support until gravity made her reach the floor. Those pearls fell over her curves so gracefully it made him want his fingertips to take their place.

Something on the way she moved, something on the way she looked was totally different from the previous two girls he saw on that same stage. Or maybe, like the song said, it was that powerful look in her eyes.

While still kneeling on the floor, the metallic bar in between her legs as she rubbed her crotch against it, she started taking off the part of the outfit full of fake pearls, just leaving herself wearing a white lace set that got some of the men howling.

She stood up carefully, turning around the pole again so she was at the front part of it, spreading her legs while moving her torso in sync with the music. She wasn't looking for someone, she was only trying to move her hair away from her face, but that move made her fall on a pair of slanted eyes.

That man was looking at her attentively while she stood up again, and at some point it seemed like he was in charge of all the moves she made. It was as if she were dancing to him only by the way her eyes got fixed on him.

And she had no idea what she was doing to him. The fact that her eyes made him believe she was dancing for him only, made him possessive of her. Jungkook was craving every little piece of skin in her body, and he was going to have her. He was the only one enjoying her that night.

—I want her —he whispered to Pedro.

Jungkook's comment got Jimin looking at him confused, while Pedro simply cackled and patted his shoulder.

—Of course you do.

—I want her now —Jungkook cleared.

And he knew he said that right on time, because he dropped those words right when she was going to unclasp her bra in front of all those desperate men. Pedro turned to the bartender, gave him a look and the spotlight was turned off from the main stage and the song suddenly stopped, being replaced by the same roasty music that was playing before she showed up.

—Love is one of our best girls —he assured Jungkook—. You won't regret it.

In the backstage, Y/n fought with the hook of her bra as she was trying to understand what happened back there. The show turned out well, she managed to take off the difficult part of the set with no accidents... Then why did they decide to interrupt her show? It was like they were gatekeeping her from fishing a good customer.

—Love, room eleven —informed Lopes—. Special client on Pedro's behalf.

—What? —she asked, confused.

—Just hurry there —Philipa said annoyed—. You were lucky to skip the show and jump straight to the room. 

And while she was right, that was something that never happened. The show was a way of "exhibiting" the merch they were offering. That's how Lopes explained it to her when she started working in the club three years ago.

She headed to room eleven, which was one of the biggest ones -and only given to those customers that could pay for it.

Her fingers held the warm methal, ready to see who the customer would be.

Taglist: @kaiparkerwifes @sheylamc

[cadaverousconsumer]

helloooo here are my beta kid headcanons! @icarusshomestuckfan do u remember that one convoersation we had about how i had no headcanons? well i do now!!!!

also im only doing the beta kids rn cause i dont wanna spoil anything for @giggleshitter0

ok chat starting with my main dude

Dave Strider hc!! dave is definitely, at the start at least, very thin but relatively lanky bc of general malnourishment from bro. however i like 2 think that he would become healthier throughout the comic and eventually become a healthy weight for his height. dave i think, if he went 2 school i think people would like him and think he was cool and wanna hang out buttt i think that he wowuld only have a couple good friends like the other beta kids buttt like his irl friends. i think dave definetly learned many domestic chores at a very young age. however i think bro would care about how dave looks, like his style and whatnot, but it would be strictly mandated by bro, with lil room for dave to express himself differently from bro. i think that dave is biracial bc i think roxy is black n dirk is pale asf in a white way.

kk now for our unoffical main character the nicest sigmaest guy john!

John Egbert hc: just clariying i think june egbert iis totally cool and probably canon buttt i personally never rly thought about it b4 getting into the fandom so i have no headcanons for her so here r my headcanons for john. john definitely is on the chubbier smaller side imo. his dad does bake a lot! i think john had a pretty good upbringing and was pretty happy with his bad movies and prank obssession. at school he probably had a couple nerdy friends and tehy were all very close! i dont think he would play dnd buttt if he did i bet thats where he would meet his friends, stranger things style. john is a classic nerd and people like him bc hes so nice and very considerate. john likes basketball n has fun playing it but isnt very good. i think john is half brazilian bc i think jake is brazilian but alpha kids are for another day haha. john has definetly broken his glasses a few times tripping over things. i think hes a bit clumbsy lol.

now onto our goth queennnn rose

Rose Lalonde hc: rose definitely had a rough childhood 2 but i think her mom took more care of her then bro did even if it was only 2 play the role of motherhood for her passive aggressive tendencies. she definitely stopped doing anything (other than vacuuming lol) once rose was old enough to do it herself. i think roses hair is bleached and straightened to oblivion and when she gets older shes defintely gonna wish she hadnt done it so much when she was younger. i think at school many people would have wanted to be her friend but she prefered more solitude, for wizard fanfics and eldritch god study. i think rose is shorter and curvier, (i def like the idea of her being shorter than kan) and a bit darker than dave. she started her intensive makeup routine in the hopes of attracting her mothers attention negatively, but with no luck. however she kept up with it because she found she liked the repetitivness of putting it on each morning, as well as the fact that it fit her overall aesthetic.

now for everyones fav doggie girl, jade!

Jade Harley hc: i love jade i think she is sooo cute. jade had an interesting childhood, being raised by a god level dog. i dont think it was necessarily bad just... very different from the other kids. i imagine she was left unattended a lot, but bec would always be aware of when to teleport in 2 save her. her hair is very long and has never really been cut officially due 2 living in the woods. jade is completely homeschooled and has nevre left the island. i think jade is rather petite and pretty thin overall... i imagine dogs probably arent the best at nutrition for humans haha. even tho jade doesnt know any kids her age in person i think she probably had many online friends and spent a lot of time online, playing games, watching videos, and just messing around. i think she learned bass from a youtube video. jade is also half brazilian cause jake

well those r my shitty headcanons

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Waite the dudes gay who would have thunk it

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Chapter 3: yanked out the closet

Ok Danny was not going to screw this up. He could do this he was still human after all he could ask someone out like a normal fucking person. Shoot good thing his ghost form doesn’t have a heartbeat or it would have flown out if his chest by now.

  Right on que, the familiar sensation began to climb up the back of his throat. The light tingle of his ghosts sence, but if it were locked in his throat not quite able to escape. He had begun to associate this new feeling with the other halfa.  

  He was close and that meant it was time to get this over with. His cheeks burned hot, as he peaked around the corner of the ally. 

  Hood was standing in the middle of the street waiting. He had sensed him too. No chickening out now. 

  He stepped out of the alley and towards the street.

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  Dick had texted him to ask if he wanted a tag along for patrol. He knew he meant well but Jason could Handle his own shit….. he hoped. Also he didn’t want to scare off this ‘phantom’ he had already fled the scene once. 

  So here Jason was running around crime Ally on  his usual patrol route. Waiting for the tingling sensation that accompanied mister Cheshire cat to start up. He rounded the corner in one of the nicer segments of crime alley( well as nice as crime alley could get anyway) and it started. He stood still looking for any sign of the person that had been following him for months. 

  And out of the alley steps a man,no older than 20,  his hair is as White as snow, it floats on his head like he was underwater, skin tinted a light blue, his ears slightly pointed. His figure was slim but he was toned, much like his eldest brother. He wore a hoodie and some jeans over a black under suit, his boots white and his hands in his pockets. He let his eyes wander back up, and green stared back. But it’s not quite pit green, it’s softer and more gentle. Like a field on a spring morning. 

  The man smiles at him, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey…so um guess I should introduce myself.” His voice was low but soft. Not nearly as grumbly as Jason’s. 

  “Yeah no shit,” he responds on instinct without thinking.

  The other man tensed a little at the outburst. His helmet kept the tone Neutral which may have hurt more than it helped. “Yeah you're right.”He mumbled to himself. “Ok so umm let’s do this. My name is Danny and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Well I guess technically we already met but I didn’t induce myself. SoIdon’tthinkthatcounts”  The man Danny nervously rambled his words running into one another.

  “Danny? I thought your name was Phantom?” Jason prodded after all that is what the other ghost called him. Oh Waite shit did that mean this dude was like dead, like dead dead. 

  “ Oh Yeah we’ll it is kinda… sorry Yeah my name is  Danny phantom it like kinda my last name but not it’s weird.”  Danny continued rubbing the back of his neck; it must have been a nervous habit.

  Jason weirdly didn’t feel particularly in danger. He figured if the pit liked this guy he must have been bad news but he was just some cute guy.  Actually the pit seemed calm and weirdly quite the buzzing had died down from the other time phantom had been following him.  strange.  So in an act of reckless stupidity( we’ll if that wasn’t his M.O at this point honestly) he took his Helmet off. 

  And Danny processed to float off the ground to meet Jason’s eyes, we’ll his domino but his eye level at least.  He came closer and Yhea Danny was definitely shorter than him by like a few inches. Actually if Jason took his boots off maybe it would be about the same. 

  “Names Hood,” Jason stuck his hand out. “ Nice to actually meet you, any reason in particular you been stalking me like a fucking curse.” Danny had taken his hand easy enough, a weird sensation climbing it’s way up Jason’s arm. It wasn’t unpleasant, it was like he had stuck his arm in an open freezer. 

  “Um ok about that I uh” He putters out the blue on his cheeks deeping, outlining the freckles that peppered his cheeks. And fuck Jason was starting. “ I was trying to well uhhh…it’s a ghost thing and I was doing it cus I thought well. I thought you would get it? But I realize that was stupid and I should probably talk like a human being.” 

  “What’s a ghost thing?” He reached for the knife in his pocket gently rubbing the Handel in his pocket. 

  “Ok don’t laugh but I was…. I wastryingtocourtyou.” 

  “I’m sorry what?”

  “I was trying to court you!” Danny’s face goes completely flush. And to be honest Jason may have flushed back just a bit. It was different to have Danny tell him it was happening himself. “Look I just… I think you're really cool and” he fidgeted with his hands, “ok Danny you promised you would do this the human way” he mumbled to himself. 

  He took a deep breath in and with a wave of light the ghost boy no longer stood in front of him. Instead was a 20 year old man with jet black hair and eyes so blue they looked like sapphires. His ears still slightly pointed, his skin olive toned. His freckles still peppered his face, his cheeks a bright red.He was still wearing a hoodie but this one had a nasa logo on it. His jeans were ripped and his shoes looked well loved. “ Do you maybe wanna I don’t know grab a Coffee or something sometime?” 

  Did he? This dude made his chest feel tight and his face heat. But he was clearly some type of meta or worse actually dead. And he has no idea of his true intentions. Maybe he could try to run a background check he needs to investigate-.

  Fuck no he need to get the inner Bruce out of his head. “ You know what,  why not. You gotta a phone or did you leave that in the coffin.” Danny laughed it was soft like a bell, fuck his laugh was cute. 

  “ Oh Yeah, I wouldn't be caught dead without one.”Danny giggled handing Jason his phone. It was old and cracked but hey it seemed to be holding up fine.  Jason put his name in as well as a bunner number and set a text so he had Danny’s number. 

  “ So you make death jokes too hu?” Jason asked, it felt more natural around Danny for some reason and maybe it helped that he actually laughed. 

  “Oh yeah all the time, they always kill.”  Danny chuckled, “that's actually why all those gifts were, well, death related.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck, “ I thought you would enjoy it you know.” 

“From one dead guy to another, leave a note next time maybe?”

  “Oh, you can't emotion project after all?”

  “I'm sorry , can't what?” 

  “Emotion project it's what it sounds like. I did leave a note kinda, it was just you know in a language you can't speak quite yet.”

  Ok this guy was kinda of an idiot, “Are all ghosts this Awkward and clunky about the supposed courting process or is that just you.” Jason teased his cheeks red and heart a flutter. Danny has tried so hard and even though Jason's apparently ghost dense, hasn't given up on him. It felt nice to be thought about. 

  “ Just me” Danny glanced down at his phone and smiled, “ Jason, just me.” 

  “ Well it's about time, '' Gatta says, though you're pretty good at staying out of sight. also we’re did you get that knif-“ 

  And then Jason's phone rang, it was the madam of one of the houses he ran, Not good. That only meant one thing: someone was stirring up trouble. 

“It's ok, take it, “ Danny nodded and smiled. “ I'll get out of your hair for now.”  Danny transforms again floating into the air. “ See you soon?” Danny asked hopefully.

  “Yeah I'll try not to ghost you.” and Danny laughed again. And Jason shot a line and swung away, before his heart jumped out of his chest.  The tingling did not follow and Jason had to admit he felt a little sad about it. 

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Danny stood in the street for a good 10 minutes after hood Jason left. He had given Danny his name so that was a start. An unnatural Trill escaping his through as his core fluttered with the realization of what he had just managed to pull off. 

  He slapped his hand over his mouth and turned invisible, speeding off towards his apartment. He did it, he asked him out and with only mild embarrassment. 

  Wait a minute, how did Jason know his name was phantom? He knew for a fact that he had kept himself hidden.  But he was a bat, right? O shit he just…. He just transformed in front of a bat.

  “ Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit ”

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  This was not good, a brawl had broken out after some of the girls refused to sleep with some drunk thugs.  Luckily his secerty staff was doing their job the best they could, no casualties so far and none of the girls had been dragged in. So it was time for Jason to put some dick wads in their place. 

  He swung down kicking one of the gang in the head, pulling the gun from his waist belt he shot another that was grappling with one of his security in the shoulder. The guard took the opportunity to pin the guy to the floor, good at least he was earning his keep. The bullets in his gun were modified, at least he wasn’t really going to kill anyone. But they still hurt, quite a lot actually. 

  Another tries to sneak up behind him, but Jason turns around sweeping his legs out from underneath him and hurling him into the floor. To his left another guy is pined by 2 of his security staff. The other 2 men see that they are now in way over their heads, turn tail and leave.  So he lets them screw ‘em they can go and spread the word. 

“Hood!” One if the girls called from the doorway. “ Thank god you came.”  She leaned out and took a glance around, Jason took note of the red ring around her wrist, she must have been one of the girls who refused in the first place. 

  “That’s my job, after all, can’t have some thugs thinking they can cause trouble in our terff and get away with it.” He zipped tied the man’s hand behind their backs. Directing his guys to hang back and keep an eye on them tell he could handle them.  He still had to talk to the madam and get the full story to decide just how black and blue he should leave these guys. “You seen Miss Cleo?” 

  “Yeah she’s inside, she’s trying to wrangle the customer complaints”  The girl grimaced obviously not wishing to be in the other place. 

  “I'll go lend her a hand, get that wrist checked out for me. Hate to see one of you hurt.”  He gave the girl a nod on his way in. 

  The place wasn't too wild all things considered, pretty tame just a group of men shouting discrepenties.  Jason was sure the moment he walked over they would shut up real quick, and he's shure Cleo would appreciate it. “ Do we have a problem, gentlemen?” He chimes after sneaking up behind the group. 

  “ Yes actually we d-” one man turns around boldly and then identity shrinks at the site of jason's imposing figure. “ Oh Red hood, No no problems here.” 

  “Good so i suggest you fuckers leave poor Madam Cleo alone hm?” he said as he pressed his gun against the man's chest. Jason wasn't actually going to shoot him but he didn't know that. 

  “Yep of course no trouble!” the men squawked losing any steam they once had as they scurried towards the door. 

  “Hood” the madem shoots his a nod. “Thanks for showing up so fast.” 

  “Course Cleo after all, I don’t think any one in the gang would want something to happen to you or any of the girls.” Jason chuckled to himself, “Waite actually scratch that everyone but phin I’m pretty sure he would bash you head in on site.” 

  “Yeah well servers him right, not my fault he's a gremlin,” Cleo let out a big sigh, “ but a brother is  a brother.” 

  Jason tenses a little at the comment, a tinge of gilt gathering in the back of his mind. After all he wasn’t exactly the best brother himself. He wasn’t dick, he couldn’t play the ‘cool’ older brother role. He was damaged and broken, he was wrong . Shoot, he had tried to hurt a few of them, he almost… he almost killed Tim. 

  Jason shook his head a bit to clear his thoughts, like his brain was an Etch A Sketch. The almost empty back counter caught his eyes, perfect time to redirect from his family drama. He doesn't want to deal with that right now, no thank you.  “Looks like you guys are running pretty bare, I’ll make sure to have the guys bring a restock.” 

  “Thanks Red, I’m sure the girls will-“  Jason’s phone dings, cutting Cleo off. 

  Jason takes the phone out and checks who it is, after all it’s been pretty quiet the past few days, that usually means someone’s plotting.  But it wasn't any of his guys, in fact it was ghost boy.  

  Fellow Dead guy: Hey! Know you're probably busy. But it was nice getting to talk to you. Do you think this weekend will work or are you *buried* at work. 

  You: I’ll Have to check but I don't see why not. I know a place that's killer.

  Fellow Dead guy: Pff Ok, stay safe. Don't want to get your coffin resized. 

  Jason was glad he chose a helmet for his suit, it was able to hide the small smile creeping across his lips. The pit  letting out a light buzz underneath his skin. 

  “Soooo, are you going to tell me who that is?  The girls are gonna be so heart broken.”  Miss cleo teased.

  “ What are you talking about, Cleo? It was just-”

  “Don't think that fancy helmet can fool me, reading body language is part of the job description.” When Jason didn't respond she continued. “ You melted, that whole tough guy act flew out the window, your shoulder dropped and you leaned back on to your heels instead of your toes.”

  Cleo had known him for a long time, her house was one of the first that Jason took over. It was a no brainer she could read him but still it sent a slight chill down his spine. She was alway scarly aware of people's emotions, after all he was trained by the big bat himself and he was still an open book. “ The girls are going to be sad though, a few of them like you a lot hood. So who's stolen that heart of yours, would we know her?”

  “No, it's not a working girl Cleo, “ Jason reached for his pocket knife and began to fidget with the blade. “ Its some… Its some guy I met, he seems pretty cool.” 

  “Got ya that knife then i'm guessing,” then cleo did a double blink, “ Waite some Guy?” 

“Yhea a Guy, is that a problem.” Jason's shoulders squared a little. He never really talked about relationships as hood for obvious reasons, but Cleo was one of the few people who knew Jason from redhoods crew, was well red hood.  He would even consider her a friend. 

  “Don't get ya panties in a twist,” Cleo chuckled, “ It just explains so much.” 

  “Explain what exactly?” 

  “ Red you have never once, and I mean once ever spent a night with one of the girls, not even one.” She walks over and pats Jason on the shoulder, “ We were worried about ya we even called some of the other houses in the gangs.” 

  “Wait, why would you be worried exactly?” 

  “Because a softy like you all on your own is asking to end up pulling a batman. Don’t get me wrong, hood your violent as shit but no other gang leader helps a kid with their English homework.” 

  “ I’m not…. I hold on” ok so nice to know Cleo doesn’t care if he’s gay but the idea of the girls snooping around in fear of a mini hood on the rise was kind of shocking to say the least. 

  “So a guy, hmmmm. It that one who came to viste  you a while back,” she taps her chin in thought. “ O waite Arsenal was his name right? You two seemed real chummy. ” 

  “ What no its not him!” They had actually dated at one point but Cleo didn't need to know that. “ new guy don't even think he's originally from Gotham. He has an accent. I doubt you've met him.” 

  “ Well, if things go well I demand to meet him, whether that's as J or Hood understood.” 

  “ We’ll see Cleo, we’ll see.”  Jason's salutes her farewell, and leaves out the back door. He shoots his men a text to Handel the thugs. 

  The minute he makes his way to the rooftops his coms rings, “ Hood how did it go!” His big brother asked hopefully.

  Oh this was gonna be fun, “ Oh it went pretty well, I got myself a date this weekend. Bye blues I got work.”  Jason turns off his coms, A machivus smile crosses his face as he imagines his brother freaking out on the other end of the line.  

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“ …I got a date this weekend…” *click*

  “ Oh my God! BABBY BRO. Hood! RED HOOD! Wait, please come back. What's he like, is he a threat HOOD!”

Bruce tunes out of the com link line. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop he just knew if he made himself known Jason would drop the line. He has to talk to Jaylad. He had a date, who, when? Wait a minute Dick just said “ Is HE a threat,”  is …. Is Jason. 

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  Jazz opens her brother's door only to find him face first in his pillow kicking his feet against the mattress. He was chirping again so that was a good sign at least. 

  “I’m guessing things went well?” 

  Danny lifted his head, his hair matted from it being pressed against the pillow, “ yes he said yes! This weekend jazz that in like 4 days I’m freaking out.” 

  Jazz chucked to herself , time for big sis to swoop in and save the day. “ Yes, that gives you plenty of time. Did you get his number?” 

  “ Yes actually turns out his names Jason,” his brother reached for his phone to open the contact to show her. Excitement was clear in the way he stimmed with his unoccupied hand. 

  “We'll, I'm sure you and Jason will have a wonderful time, but you do have morning classes tomorrow.” Jazz pointed to the clock beside Danny’s bed. “It’s already 1am and you should really head to bed.”

  “Jazz I don’t need that much sleep you know that.” 

  “Yes but maybe Jason would like to see ya without eye bags” she pointed out knowing it would probably work. 

  “Oh shoot your right,” Danny hopped up and fazed some pjs out of his drawer, “ thanks jazz, for everything.” Danny calls out in a low voice as she goes to leave her brother's room. 

  “Any time baby brother mine any time.” 

If any body has a better name for Jason to put Danny as in his phone I’m all ears.

I just went with fellow dead guy cus it seemed like something Jason would do on the fly.

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With the most recent installments to the fnaf franchise, the discussion of Cassie's father has become a main topic. The common theory is that Cassie's father is "the Bonnie bro". I'm personally against this theory and here's why

(Note: please take everything I say with a grain of salt I don't know the lore like the back of my hand and this is all just my opinion)

1. Satisfaction

The main reason I'm against the theory is because it's not narratively satisfying. This franchise is defined by its exclusively when it comes to characters. They always want to recycle the same characters we've always had. "I always come back" is literally one of the most iconic lines from the series. So to me, to have some random, no name, only mentioned once, less than a minute of screen time, ass dude become an important figure? Hell no.

2. Background info

In order to identify Cassie's father, we must use the information that is given by Cassie. Cassie is a racially ambiguous girl with some dark features who is at least a decade old. She says during Ruin that her dad works for fazbear, has had a deep love for the company, and it's also implied that she hasn't seen him in awhile. In help wanted 2, the player is an older ("hey, you look like you got kids") and masculine (listen to the burp sounds when eating food) worker for fazbear. All three of those fit the bill for Cassie's father. So if I don't think it's Bonnie bro, who do I think it is?

3. It's Micheal

In help wanted 2, there's three (maybe even 4) different time periods we play through. We play through sister location, security breach, and ruin (the additional 4th being fnaf 6). Clearly even though help wanted 2 is supposed to a fazbear employee training sim, it's so much more since the games seem to transcend time by going back and forth between past and future. So that means the player has lived through all of those times. We know for a FACT that Micheal is the main character for sister location. In fact, there ARE no other human characters in sister location besides the dead technicians (supporters of the Bonnie bro theory suggest that Cassie's dad still worked at sister location despite this). There are also multiple voice lines in the game that are extremely important! There's the stuff mystic hippo says, there's baby's lines, and "why are you so special".

Baby says "I feel bad for you" , "I like it here. It's safe, safe forever.", "i recognize you", and "you should have known I'd find you". These lines are PERSONAL. This is NOT stuff she's saying to someone she saw years ago at birthday party or to a random worker that was at sister location. This is her BROTHER, whom she has a hard history with. Why is the player so special? Because it's Michael, and he's always been important.

Michael, the first born, the one responsible for the death of CC. Michael, the one who went location to location, trying to undo the sins of his father. It's Michael that's always been the main character.

Michael also fits the bill for Cassie's dad. He's an older, masculine guy who has a history with working for fazbear, and if we're looking at how Michael looks in the bite of 1983, he and Cassie look similar. (Meaning Michael has dark features like tan skin, brown hair, dark eyes. Of course tho, it doesn't really matter what Michael looks like since Cassie could just look a lot like her other parent. Michael is also canonically white so-)

In the pizza Plex, there's a recreation of Michael's room from sister location. It's not the real room, since there's no evidence that Michael's house was built near sister location, or that sister location and fnaf 6 were one in the same. Micheal's room isn't found underneath the pizza Plex where fnaf 6 was, but in the main levels of the building. His room is also altered. The door is smaller, the show on the screen is different, and there's a message on the wall. If Michael isn't an active player at this point, why is his room here. No one else besides him would recognize that room. This also proves that Micheal was somewhat around during security breach, since that is the only time we see this room.

With that being said, let's move on.

4. Counterpoints

It is heavily stressed that Cassie's dad likes Bonnie. Michael is often associated with foxy, since he would attack CC with a foxy mask on. However, he's only associated with foxy in fnaf 4, and that's it. I don't think he would continue to associate with it decades after. Bonnie was always William's favorite and the rabbit is always associated with his evilness and empire. It's unlikely that Micheal would associate with something so connected to his father. There's two things I say to this. 1: it could be that Micheal doesn't like Bonnie/is impartial but says he does to Cassie since she's a kid and he's her dad. If little Cassie asks her dad, who's your favorite animatronic, he's gonna pick one. By choosing to stay so close to fazbear, he has to somewhat open his heart to the company a bit post the defeat of Afton. 2: when you look at the Bonnie mask in the hidden chest of PQ4 and the AR Bonnie mask in Ruin, the masks are red underneath the purple. The foxy mask is red.

At this point in the story, Micheal is "dead". He died in the fnaf 6 fire. However, given that baby, William, and others have clearly come back after the fire, who's to say Micheal can't come back as well?

So is Michael Cassie's dad? Idk, but I think there's some real compelling stuff.

[homicidal-slvt]

"Strangers Are Especially Strange Here"

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Part 2

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OCs x F!Reader

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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

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Warnings: None- just silliness.

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You unintentionally discovered you aren't entirely human a bit late in life, which resulted in where you're at now. Learning how to control your abilities should be fun though, right?

Right???

You've so far spent the whole day running around getting lectures on what you shouldn't do as a witch. Yes, it's very very important that you learn that stuff- blah blah.

But it's boringgggg... And you have every right to be complaining in your head, waddling down the hall books in hand like a depressed penguin.

At least the long corridors of the old building are beautiful, an intricate lacy gold pattern that imitates the look of vines lines the wallpaper, the floor beneath your feet a shiny black marble with gold streaks through it- feeling as though the place has a strong energy and power of it's own.

Though without warning you are harshly dragged from your thoughts to the sudden appearance of a young guy's head popping out of the wall...

"Sup!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

You let out quite the shriek but miraculously don't fall or drop your books. The dude has thick fluffy medium length creamy blonde hair that is wavy in a very unruly way, his eyes are more rounded in shape and the picture perfect example of the color baby blue, his skin tone closest to that of pale ivory and you could describe his face shape as being more heart shaped. He quickly came fully out of the wall and stood in front of you, he's probably somewhere around 5'11 in height, from what you can tell his body type falls more into the category of 'inverted triangle'. He's wearing an extremely baggy but comfy looking ice blue sweater, a pair of simple jeans and some scuffed up white tennis shoes. Despite the fact the guy just scared you shitless- he still has a bright smile on his face.

"Oops. You must be new here."

Oops??? Not an apology??? Just- oops???

You do not have time to deal with this, you're already tired and bored and annoyed- so you just make your way around him and keep walking. The guy pauses for a second before calling out to you.

"Hey- wait! Sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you!"

Too little too late- you rounded the corner and kept on going.

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You know- you failed to realize just how big this place is. The separate building that you get to stay in is huge, you have your own bedroom in it. Granted- there's set times for breakfast, lunch, dinner... Yeah, not like a normal college at all. You have decently cooked food and you just have to show up to eat it.

However of course- you still had to pay to be here. Well, more like your aunt paid for you to be here- you didn't even know you had an aunt for a long ass time... You know what- that's not important right now.

You open your laptop and start typing away, you do have normal assignments to get done on top of the extra classes to do with your powers.

Pros and cons...

You're also surrounded by so many different kinds of people, you swore you saw a guy with cat ears earlier.... However he didn't stick around very long and seemed to want nothing to do with any of the socializing happening around him.

Totally understandable.

This place is giving a whole new meaning to the word 'strangers' but hey- that isn't necessarily a bad thing, is it?

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{Is this bad? I don't know. It's October and I had a silly idea for a series and decided- fuck it. You only live once.}

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YuRise - Animal AU

Yu has a secret

Word Count: 2,800

“Come on, partner! How are you going to find a girlfriend if you don’t even look?”

Yu sighed, “I already told you I’m not interested, Yosuke.”

“Why not?” Yu moved the phone away from his ear when the brunette’s whining reached another octave. 

This has been a routine with Yosuke for the past few days, even though he has already expressed that he doesn’t want a girlfriend. But the brunette still insists on it every. day. Yosuke had only gotten worse after he found out that Kanji and Naoto got together.

“You only want me to come along so you can get laid,” Yu deadpanned.

“What! No! Of course not!”

“But that’s what you said, Yosuke.” He could hear Teddie, Yosuke’s teammate, roommate, and practically little brother, in the background. There was a thud on the other end of the line. Someone threw something.

“Shut up, Teddie!”

A loud yawn came from behind him. “Senpai?” Rise groggy voice croaked from behind him.

There was a pause on the line.

“Dude… Is that a girl?”

Shit.

“I have the TV on, Yosuke.” He was quick to shush the incoming bunny girl. He mouthed: “I’m on the phone.”

He turned back around before he could see the mischief glint forming in her eyes.

“What! TV my ass! That was clearly a girl’s voice!”

“Why would I have a girl in my apartment? I told you I didn’t want a- !” Yu bit the inside of his cheek to hold back a totally manly yelp after his girlfriend pinched a small inch of fat above his thigh. She giggled quietly into his white cotton shirt. He cursed under his breath. He’d forgotten who he was dealing with. Why did he even think she’d behave?

“Partner? Are you okay?”

“Fine. Just… hit my side against… something.” Skin slapped against skin in a loud smack when Yu caught Rise’s hand by the wrist before her hand could venture any further under the waist belt of his pants. “Stop.”

“Stop what? I haven’t done anything.” The brunette gasped. “You do have a girl over!”

“What! Sensei scored?” The next thing he knew there was a struggle over the phone. Rise’s laughed louder, the cotton shirt unable to muffle the snorts and chuckles.

“This is your fault.” He made sure to hold the phone away from his mouth. The two were fighting on the line. He still didn’t let go of his hold on her wrist. 

Rise merely stuck her tongue out and nuzzled deeper in his shirt. Her fuzzy ears tickled the back of his neck and the underside of his left ear. She gently scratched the short hairs under his navel, sending pleasurable shivers down to his toes and blood rushing to where it didn’t need to be while he was on the phone.

“I’ll talk to you later, Yosuke. Bye.”

“Wait! Hold on-” Beep.

“So do I have all of Senpai’s attention now? Woah!” With a mooth turn, he had her pressed against the kitchen counter and his body. He leaned down and hovered just enough to where they were sharing the same breath. He said these words against her lips before trapping hers in a sweet kiss.

“Every last inch of it.”

Every day, early in the morning, Yu would leave. Then he’d come back, pet her, and leave again. Then he’d come back again and she’d merely watch him type away on the computer. At least this time he’d let her lay her head in his lap until it was time to go to sleep.

She missed him.

Okay she was bored out of her mind too, but she still missed him.

He left her the TV remote to watch her shows and she knew the basics of working the computer to entertain herself. But it wasn’t the same.

She’s watched every rerun of America’s Got Talent that they were willing to show and exhausted the clips of it on UWatch; and music could only hold her for so long.

She wanted her Master back. Why is this “college” holding him for so long? Did he like them more than her?

“No! Stop that, Rise!” She double slapped both of her cheeks once, twice. That type of thinking would only lead to more bad thoughts.

The door opened from the living room and she perked up.

“Senpai!” She raced out of the bedroom to the living room. Her master was finally back! But in the hallway, she stopped in her tracks.

Senpai had company. She could see two girls around the tall frame that was her master. They were like the opposites of each other. One was taller than the other but both were shorter than Senpai. They were looking around; the tall one’s expression of curiosity was more tamed than the shorter one.

Rise didn’t like the tall brunette. She was too close to Senpai. Why did she blush whenever she looked at him? A low growl began to work its way up her throat. Her long ears started to twitch in annoyance.

Senpai’s eyes locked with hers.

This was also another frequent occurrence.

Hybrids were illegal in most of the world and unfortunately that included many parts of Japan. Harboring Hybrids was one of the greatest offenses a person could make; even worse than being one yourself. Harboring could equal twenty years in jail to lifetime, even death row depending on how many you’re keeping. To see her here in his apartment would only spell disaster for both her and Senpai. So she knew what she had to do.

She skulked back to the bedroom, making sure to keep out of sight and be quiet as possible to stay hidden from the girls. She made sure to keep full eye contact with her master. Her eyes conveyed every emotion and word she wanted to yell at him noe.

She better get extra cuddles after this. 

Yu knew she was upset when he saw the look in her eyes: a look he never wanted to see on her ever again. But in the world they lived in, he’d have to accept that there were going to be times when he’d have to see her sunny smile turn sunny side down.

She didn’t like it when she brought company over, especially if they were females. It took his time away from her, and she always claimed they were flirting with him whenever they came over. Which would result in him proving the rest of the day that he only wanted her.

He loves Rise. He loves her bubbly personality. He loves her comforting presence. He felt like he could truly be himself around her. He didn’t care about her having rabbit ears. To him, they were only an extension of who she is. But she didn’t see that way, and the world didn’t want her to.

“Yu-kun?”

“Huh?” Yukiko and Chie were looking at him expectantly. They must’ve asked him a question.

“You’ve been awfully distracted lately. Is everything okay?”

“I’m okay. It’s just been… stressful lately.”

“Is it school work?” Yukiko asked. A pink flush dusting up her neck and her eyelids started to flutter. Maybe she was feverish. “I wouldn’t mind tutoring you. If you need help that is.”

“Thanks, Yukiko, but I’m okay>” He stood up from his spot on the couch. “I’m going to get something out of the bedroom right quick. I’ll be back.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He left the girls on the couch to themselves to walk down the hall to his bedroom. The door was left slightly ajar. No doubt so she could listen in on all the conversations from down the hall. Those ears on her head were seriously no joke.

He opened the door to find her sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up from her downtrodden stare at the ground to Yu.

“I’m okay, Senpai. You can go back to them.”

“You need me more than them right now, Rise.” Yu took a seat beside her on the bed. He covered his hand over her closed fist. She let his fingers slip in between hers without a struggle.

 

In her dreams of becoming a detective, she never thought she'd have to do this.

Their friends made a group chat without Yu. They were asking her to investigate Yu. Everyone agreed that he had been acting strange. Yukiko and Chie said that he seemed out of it when they had visited. He could barely focus on his work. Though Chie’s words were more objective than Yukiko’s, since the dark haired female had a crush on the college student.

Teddie typing “Sensei scored”, momentarily silenced the chat. Yosuke confirmed that it rocked the chat to its core.

So now she was asked to investigate his “mystery girlfriend” too.

Nowadays she felt more like a PI than a regular detective.

“Maybe it was just the TV.” She didn’t want to come over to his apartment alone, so she asked Kanji to tag along. He was great company on the way over. He had spent all night making a sweater for Yu as a housewarming gift. Him coming with her was a good excuse for him to give it to him.

“We won’t know until we investigate.”

They knocked on the door.

“Do you think he actually has a girlfriend?”

“Well it wouldn’t be that weird.” Yu has always been a hit with the ladies. She even had a crush on him at one point before she started focusing more on her work and started dating Kanji. Despite his popularity, Yu never made a move towards anyone nor dated anyone, except for those questionable days with Ai Ebihara. If he was dating anyone, she’d have no idea who it was. “Senpai isn’t made of stone.”

The door opened and Yu looked confused and… different.

“Naoto-chan? Kanji-kun?” He looked disheveled if she could call it that. His shirt was slightly rumpled. His hair wasn’t as tamed. He looked to be slightly out of breath.

“H-hi, Senpai. Can we come in?”

He let them, but he seemed hesitant to do so. He was looking over their heads at something.

“Uh, were we interrupting something, Senpai?” Kanji asked from behind her.

“No, but you guys coming was unexpected. You could’ve given it to me tomorrow.” They were all going to meet up tomorrow at the Junes food court. Why would they visit him today?"

“Uh, yes. But I really wanted to see your new apartment. You've been here for a month and I still haven’t seen it.” She looked around the apartment to better her excuse. She made sure to pay close attention in case she could catch anything suspicious.

“Here, Senpai.” Kanji gave Yu the present he had made him: a sweater. “It’s getting colder too, so this should help ya out.”

“Wow. Thanks Kanji.” He held the sweater out in front of him, silently looking over the design and intricate sewing. Even if it was mostly a plain white sweater, he knew Kanji still took his time to make it and embroider all the smaller details.

While he was admiring the handiwork, he didn’t notice the look Kanji and Naoto shared.

“Uh, Senpai. Yosuke thinks he left a pair of his headphones in your spare guest room. Think I can check?”

Kanji dragged Yu towards the back of his house and Naoto got to searching.

Little evidence that she could use was found. She found a long strand of hair on one of the couch pillows. She remembers Yukiko and Chie saying they had sat on the couch while they were doing their homework, but the hair was too light to be Yukiko’s and too long to be Chie’s.

But besides that there was nothing-

“Ah!”

She turned around to face the anomaly. She had hazel eyes and chestnut brown hair tied into messy pigtails. She had a face anyone would fall for, but the most prominent part of her were the two bunny ears standing tall and erect on top of her head from shock.

“Naoto! What happened?” Kanji ran from the back and stopped in his steps too. He, of course, saw what she saw too. He was had more words than she did at the moment. “Woah!”

“The others put you up to this?” Yu leaned on the wall behind them with his arms folded. His glare was sharp on Naoto and a little on Kanji.

“Senpai! What do you think you’re doing?” They left Rise and Kanji in the living room as Yu pulled Naoto in the spare guest bedroom for their discussion.

“Quiet down! She’ll hear you.” He whisper-said.

“She’ll hear? Why is she here? You’re a lot of things Senpai but you’re not blind. She a hybrid.”

“I know what she is, Naoto. And you know those rules they have for hybrids are bullshit.”

“It’s not about how stupid the rules are! Do you realize that if anyone catches you, you’re going to jail! Or maybe even worse!”

“Naoto!” Yu sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What is Kanji was a hybrid?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?"

“If Kanji was a hybrid, would you love him any less?”

“Love?” Naoto was speechless, her eyes wide in disbelief and shock. “You love her?”

Yu was quiet. He wasn’t sure himself. He’s never felt this way before, but he knew he didn’t want to be without her or see her in pain ever again.

His heart felt so heavy. Maybe this was love.

Naoto sighed at his silence. She shook her head at the ridiculous situation. Of all the people for her Senpai to finally fall in love with, it had to be someone with so many discriminations against her. Things with Senpai were never easy.

“Is she worth the risk?”

“Yes."

“Then I didn’t see a thing. But you have to find a way to break it to everyone. They are worried.”

“I will.”

When they returned to the living room, Rise and Kanji were sitting at the kitchen counter. Kanji was in the process of pouring another glass of tea. Rise was giggling before she noticed Yu and Naoto. She waved them over. “Senpai! Did you know Kanji-kun makes the best tea!”

Yu couldn’t help but smile and when he looked at Naoto, judging by her smile, Rise was growing on her too.

The velvet sheet felt so soft beneath her skin. It’s been so long since she’s felt such cozy material. She’s gotten so used to scratchy sheets and hard floors that the plush mattress felt like heaven.

“Is something wrong?”

She isn’t used to this either.

For so long Rise has been alone. No siblings, no parental guardians, no friends. She bathed herself, fed herself, and raised herself. She’s never had anyone to care for or to care for her, and she’s been fine with that.

Then he came into her life like a hurricane.

His eyes were the kind of sharp that meant sleep was long past him. One arm was propped up on the pillows and the other slipped around her waist, his index fingers drawing small circles and doodles on her upper thigh.

With him, she felt peace. And it scared her.

In this dog-eat-dog world everybody wanted something. That’s how it works. There are some who are up front about their desires. The ones who try to hide them are the dangerous ones. They buy you gifts and presents, give you a roof over your head and food to eat. They want you to eat up every last drop of their kindness until they finally ask for reimbursement.

This human hasn’t asked her for anything in return. He hasn’t made her do anything she didn’t want to do. He hasn’t made her do anything degrading. He hasn’t asked her to do anything illegal.

He fed her when she didn’t have any food or drink. He found her clothes to wear. He gave her a roof over her head and a bed to lay in without her doing anything at all in return. It was almost like she was freeloading. She actually was at this point.

But this human didn’t think so.

He said she could stay as long as she wanted. She can leave anytime she wants.

She fell in love. Or at least, she thinks this is love.

He frowned at her silence. She forgot he was asking a question. His hand traveled from her thigh to her cheek and gently drew the small circles there. “Rise?”

She blinked, still not used to the small acts of affection and tender touch that he gifted her. But she smiled, tiny and a little bit wary from the years of duress but still a smile. “Nothing at all, Senpai

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Toy Capsules and Memories (Tokyo Revengers)

Two fics in one day who is she? ~ *sparkles as I flip my hair* A procrastinator~

Heyo! I was hit by a sudden burst of energy and also an onslaught of nostalgia and I am here to present to you all the result of said event! Really- I just wanted to write for Lee!Chifuyu. I hope y’all like it! :D

Summary: Chifuyu and Baji hang out on a lazy afternoon.

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps)

@duckymcdoorknob @myreygn @baby-tickles2022​ @cupcake-spice13​

“Dude, how many times have you read that thing? It’s falling apart.”

Chifuyu hummed from behind his manga, thumbing the bent edges of the book. It was just as Baji said- falling apart. The spine was cracked from how many times he’d stretched it open- a lightning bolt of white crackling down the center. The cover had faded in time- what was once bright colors of the protagonist were now muted and dirty with dust. A corner of the manga was warped from the time he dropped it in the puddle- too caught up in a fight to care. It was Baji who saved it from its watery grave.

It was floppy and faded and the pages were yellowing, but Chifuyu didn’t have the heart to replace it or throw it away. It was special to him.

“What? It’s my first ever owned manga! It’s like an ancient relic!” Chifuyu argued halfheartedly, flipping a page- internally cringing when the paper beneath his thumb nearly tore. Okay. Maybe it was on its last leg.

Baji huffed, flopping down unceremoniously across Chifuyu’s stomach as he tried to get a glace at the name. “NANA? Pfft- of course you’d read something so girly.”

“Says the guy who religiously rewatches Carmen.” That earned him a jab to the belly, making him squirm with a snort.

“Watch it! Don’t you dare disrespect the work of Yuto Natori.” If the threat was real, Chifuyu couldn’t tell.

“Don’t disrespect the work of Ai Yazawa then.” Chifuyu replied, smug when he heard Baji grumble against him about this and that. He sounded tired, and his hair smelled nicer than usual. “Trying a new shampoo?” He asked, running a hand over the soft black locks.

“Eh, mom’s making me use it. Said I can’t keep using bar soap.” He twitched beneath Chifuyu’s fingers, not used to the affection. In retaliation he started tracing random shapes against the fluffier parts of Chifuyu’s hoodie, realigning the fur this way and that.

“B-Bar soap?” The shorter man twitched at the tickly feeling, trying not to move. Whether it was his intention or not, Baji was tickling him. “H-How the hell, d-dude?”

“I don’t know- I just did! I didn’t stink, and it was there.” Baji shrugged, lips twitching upward as he took in how tense the other was becoming beneath him. “She found out and gave me a whole lecture on how bad it was and how I’d go bald before I turn 18. So what if I do? I’ll get a cool tattoo on my head like Draken- maybe a growling dog or something.”

“Thahat sounds stuhuhpid!” Chifuyu giggled out, shooting down a hand and trying to grab Baji’s. “Yoohohu’d look funny!”

“Funny? Aren’t you the one who put that Little Pet thing on your face when we were in middle school? The little cat tattoo?” Baji dodged his hand, moving it to the space between their bodies and continuing to lightly trace against his hoodie. “You ran up to Draken showing it off thinking you were hot shit. I’ll never forget how hard he laughed at you.”

“You hahahhad one tohoohoho!” Chifuyu giggled, opting to shove at Baji’s shoulders now since he was so adamant on tickling him. “It was lihihihittlest pehehehhet shohohohops! Yohooohu alahahhaso had a cahhahahhat!”

“Oh yeah- that’s what those were. Heh, I still have that black cat you gave me.” Baji added another hand, poking lightly into his waist and increasing the giggles. “And don’t lump me in with you stupid- I at least put mine on my arm! No one saw it!”

“Mihihihiihkey dihihiihhid- waiihihit you still hahahahve it?” Chifuyu gasped out between giggle fits, feeling his cheeks pinken. He hadn’t realized Baji was so sentimental.

“Why do you sound so surprised? What- don’t tell me you lost the one I gave you? Oh now you’re gonna get it!” Baji went from light tracing to full on tickles now; clawing lightly at his stomach and making Chifuyu squeak. “Come on, Chifuyu! You can keep a zombified manga alive but you couldn’t keep that cream cat I gave you all those years ago? Shame, shame.”

“Bahahhahahahaji, hohohohoohld ohoohohohon!” Chifuyu squirmed about, twisting this way and that beneath his friend’s relentless fingers. “Hehehhahahhar mehehehehe ohooohuht- ahh nohohoohoho doohohohohn’t! His hands shot down to Baji’s as the other started to wiggle them up beneath his hoodie. “Dohohohohon’t tiihihihickle mehhehehhe thehehehhere!”

“Oh? And why not?” Baji grinned, easily pushing past the guarding hands, drumming his fingers against the warm skin. “Does it tickle too much?”

“Ahehahahahhhahahah! Bahahhahahhahajihihiihihihihi!” Chifuyu all but cackled, arching up with his head thrown back in laughter. With no way to guard, he reached out and grabbed Baji’s wrists, more or less holding them as they drummed a random beat along his skin. “Cohoohohohme ohoohohon, thahhahat’s no faihahahhai-AH Doohohohohon’t piihihihihinch mhiihihihiihi puhuhuuhuhuuhdge!”

“Tch, Chifuyu, we’ve talked about this.” Baji shook his head in mock disappointment, continuing to pinch and press into the softer spots on Chifuyu’s belly, making him squeal and thrash. “Your squish is great! Beyond great really. It makes it that much easier for me to tickle you!” He let one hand move up to the blonde’s ribs while the other shot the hoodie up more, exposing his belly to the world. “Still, if you insist on arguing with me on it…”

“Bahhahahaji, bahahahahji wahahahit doohoohn’t you dahhHAHHAHAHHARE!” Chifuyu all but shrieked as the other blew a raspberry against his belly, his hands dribbling into his sides and adding to the tickles. Chifuyu nearly felt himself go silent with how hard he was laughing, kicking his legs helplessly as he howled in mirth. His face was on fire, and it started to hurt with how hard he was smiling. “BAHAHHAHAHAJI PLEHAHHAHAHAHASE!” He whimpered out as he felt his lungs start to collapse.

“Hehe, okay okay.” Baji sat back up with a wolfish grin, eyes dancing. He gave Chifuyu’s belly a good smack before pulling down his hoodie, cackling at the pinch he earned in retaliation. “God, you sound so funny when you laugh!”

“Shuhuhuuht up…Iihiihi’ll get you back.” Chifuyu groaned, covering his face with his arms. A risky move- given it was Baji, but he felt the other flop down beside him, stretching out his limbs like a cat. 

“Sure you will, ‘Fuyu.” He grinned at him when the other lowered his arms. “You say that all the time yet you’ve never quite done so.”

“Times are changing. Watch out for me.” Chifuyu stuck out his tongue before turning to look around the room. He was sure it was there…

“What are you?” Baji began before watching Chifuyu shoot up, running to the shelf.

“Here it is!” He cried cheerfully, flopping back in the bed as he held out his cupped hands. When he pulled them back…

~~~

“Hey hey, look at this!” Chifuyu called as he and Baji walked home. They had stayed late afterschool for tutoring- Baji was getting better, even at the slow pace he was going.

“What is it?” Said man called out, coming to stand beside Chifuyu as he looked inside the toy dispenser. “Oh, one of those ball machines.”

“No no, look!” Chifuyu pointed excitedly. Within the tiny capsules were little animals. The sign on the machine said ‘Littlest Pet Shops.’ “They have cats! Apparently you get a little figure and a tattoo of the animal. That’s so cute!”

“Cute?” Baji looked closer, not really getting it. “You really do think they’re cute?”

“Erm…yeah.” Chifuyu cleared his throat, the reality of what he probably looked like right now making him twitch. “I guess they’re pretty dumb though. It’s a machine for little kids, right? We don’t need to-”

“Oi, got 100 yen?” Baji tapped the price. Chifuyu felt his heart race.

“Erm…yeah. I do.” He pulled a yen coin, startingt to offer it to Baji. The brunette had already beat him to the punch, dropping in one of his own and giving the machine a twist. Out popped a capsule. With a grin, he tossed it to Chifuyu.

“There.” He nodded. “That’s for tutoring me.”

Chifuyu looked at it, eyes wide. “Wait…for me?”

“That’s what I just said.” Baji rolled his eyes. “Well come on- open it!”

“You first.” Chifuyu walked forward and deposited his own coin. Another capsule was released. He gave it to Baji. “Now we both have one.”

Baji took it gently, laughing to himself. “Well…alright. Ready?”

They opened their capsules to find…

~~~

“Man. You really did keep it.” Baji laughed to himself, eyes soft as he looked at the cream kitten toy in Chifuyu’s hands. Even today, it looked brand new. Nothing like his manga- it looked as if Chifuyu just won it out of the machine earlier that morning.

“Of course I did! How could I ever get rid of it?” Chifuyu smiled at it fondly, nostalgia touching his cheeks and eyes. “It was the first gift you’ve ever given me.”

“It was? Shit…” Baji looked away, hiding his burning face in his hair. “I was such a sap, man.”

“You still are.” Chifuyu laughed, avoiding Baji’s retaliating jab as he returned the cat to its rightful place. “But that’s what I like about you.”

“God, now you’re being sappy! Shut up with all this mush!” Baji ran a hand through his hair to hide his smile, failing miserably. Chifuyu snorted before flopping back into the bed beside him.

“Hey, ‘Fuyu. This is wild but- when we get older. Do you want to run a pet shop together?” Baji suddenly asked, making Chifuyu turn in surprise.

“A petshop? Like- with cats and dogs and hamsters and all that?” He felt himself getting excited at the idea.

“Heh, guess I didn’t need to worry about you hesitating. Yeah- we’ll even get snakes and shit.” Baji then shuddered, growing pale. “But no spiders. I hate spiders.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Chifuyu snickered, raising a hand with wiggling fingers. “Don’t want big bad Baji to pee himself everyday at work~”

“Oh you little shit- Come here!” Tickles returned; Chifuyu cackling helplessly beneath him once more. Eventually his mom would probably come in and tell them to keep it down, but they’d worry about that later.

For now, he was just happy to have Baji by his side.

Thanks for reading!

[bookwyrminspiration]

like i want to draw them SO BAD but i made the mistake of not writing down their appearances so i really only know kihrin is just a white dude but make it ethereal, teraeth has black skin and green eyes (but is it actually like fantasy race black skin and what are his facial features like and does dude have hair an-), and janel has??? dark skin?? and is so buff. or at least if she isn't i'm making it so. i do not know what her hair looks like although i could sess out a face but i DO know the joratese in general are dark-skinned and have facial markings that are similar to horse patterns (which reminds me of vitiligo) and she does have those even if she isn't ethnically? she was raised joratese she is joratese. etc etc. too scared to venture into the tags to see if there is any fanart for fear of spoilers. don't even know where to BEGIN for pulling culture to figure out a general direction of things. deepest pain

A classic a chorus of dragons experience. Don't worry, no one's who read the books knows what anyone looks like really. Except for Skye I think. But I swear most people are fumbling through their imaginings of everyone.

Some books in-depth and repeatedly describe character appearances (like kotlc, where we basically get a new description multiple times a book) and others they will mention the details Once and never again. So you never know if you should've been taking notes until you're in it. A Chorus of Dragons has some good detail when it's there, but it's not there frequently.

I was trying to mentally keep track for art purposes myself, and fun fact! We don't learn Teraeths hair is "sleek" until about 320 pages into book 4! And it is only mentioned that one time!

I do have a better grasp on the main four now thanks to crowdsourcing the information and going back for reference. So to answer just a few of your questions: Teraeth has long, sleek black hair (though several people like to imagine him with locs) and is describes as having angular, handsome features. I'm like 80% certain he has a long straight nose, but I couldn't tell you what page or book that's from. Janel has smooth chestnut skin like a horse, but without markings. She just has the black hands and feet. hair is like a mohawk but long and braided back, sides of her head naturally bald. She also wears a lot of jewelry as a display of masculinity.

Also, not much to worry about with the tags. There isn't an active fandom on tumblr; there's a few people who've read the series who might post about it or interact with a post once in a blue moon, but there is a severe drought of fic and art and all that. You can find a few people with some searching, but most active place is the discord. There's no art posted on tumblr right now, but you can find about 2 pieces if you google it, neither of which are spoilers. There's been a few art pieces in the discord recently though! And once you finish memory of souls you can read the one (1) fic on ao3, as that's set about right after it! Right now the tag is like 99% these asks.

So I think you can see why I'm so thrilled to have a mutual reading it. I swear once a week at least the discord is talking about how badly we want to get others to read the series and how underappreciated it is

but! back to your point! deepest pain </3

[meganwasbored]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 4 Episodes 1 and 2

ok so i read ttm and dear callum (and cried over both of them but that’s not important) and by my understanding that’s the only thing i had to read to understand what’s happening so i think i’m good

Episode 1

-“rebirthday” oh this is gonna hurt

-if dark magic eventually makes your hair turn white then why isn’t viren’s hair also white also he’s old

-bruh what is this sparkly place and why did it turn viren into a game piece

-just callum being in the same room with the mirror is making me uncomfortable

-relieved to know that callum is still just as much of a dork as he used to be

-NEW SPELL IN THE FIRST THREE MINUTES

-just thinking about all the new spells were gonna be seeing makes me so excited

-soren is also exactly the same

-crow master finally getting the appreciation he deserves

-callum being excited about his amazon package, he is all of us

-LOOK AT HIM

-ezran literally arranged bait his own dramatic entrance

-WHY IS THIS BAKER SO IMPORTANT HES A BAKER WHY IS HE HERE AND WHY DOES HE GET AN OFFICIAL TITLE

-RAYLA would’ve thought the dragon queen joke was funny

-callum literally wasn’t even out of the room yet soren i know you’re smarter than this

-soren this isn’t 2016

-LITERALLY EVERY BAD THING EVER IS YOUR FAULT VIREN LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR DAUGHTER

-it probably would’ve been smart for janai to mention to amaya that flame ribbons are used in sunfire elf dances at some point before this so her girlfriend doesn’t think she’s getting attacked with fire whips

-callum standing there waiting for soren in this specific spot implies that soren does lunges on this same route every day

-CALLUM IS THE SAME HEIGHT AS SOREN NOW LOOK AT HOW MY BOY HAS GROWN

-just imagine being one of those dancers i would be so confused

-i couldn’t care less about viren’s life i just care about claudia’s feelings

-corvus knows all he has to do is mention callum’s latest hyperfixation and it’ll buy them hours to think of a story

-soren acting like he didn’t know callum could fly

-amaya attacking the proposal dancers and callum almost zapping everyone at his surprise party, like aunt like nephew

-imagine waking up to find out you’ve been dead for two years and in order to stay not dead you have to free a magical being from his ancient prison and you have less than 30 days to do it and then your daughter brings out her boyfriend who’s an elf (and you were trying to kill all elves last time you were alive)

-do you ever see a sad scene coming and you just have to pause it and prepare yourself for a second because the second i saw callum on that balcony i knew

-you can tell just from this thirty seconds that ezran has been callum’s therapist for to last two years

-🎶it’s my party and i’ll cry if i want to🎵

Episode 2

-are they really expecting the staff to still be there?

-ezran literally never questions any of callum’s dorkiness he’s always just like “you do you big bro”

-ZYM HAS GROWN SO MUCH OMG

-also ibis going from “powerful sky mage” to “dragonsitter” is so funny to me like there are so many more important things for him to do but nope he’s here trying to convince the prince to eat his vegetables

-also i’m pretty sure i’ve said this before i’m gonna ask again, are the runes for the wing spell tattooed on ibis’s arms or does he just like regularly repaint them? or after you do the spell once are they just there permanently? and if that’s so does callum also have the runes on his arms? he has to in some way because he just did the wing spell last episode

-THATS WHAT IM SAYING

-can’t tell if viren is acting like this to terry because he is an elf or just because he’s his daughter’s boyfriend

-why did karim look at gren and amaya? does this dude really think amaya is cheating on his sister with her best friend? has he not heard of lesbians?

-i love him

-viren stop being so dramatic and just admit you’re out of shape

-at least he’s self aware

-woah this took a whole different path than i thought it would

-i thought karim was about to be homophobic but turns out he’s just racist

-we all know dark magic is wrong but claudia just looks so cool doing it i don’t know whether to scold her or applaud

-just to be clear viren accepting that he’s nothing but crap doesn’t make me hate him any less

-someone who knows sign language please translate these conversations i’m clueless over here

-HERE SHE ISSSSSS

[superwavesmasher]

Fanfic: Hurt Arm AU Kento x Cye Vibes

Note: I really don’t have a title for this one or anything. I just had the idea of what if Cye’s left arm never healed after Sarenbo tried to split up the White Armor? Soooo I ran with it and wrote some things off it.

Whump H/C..

“Cye, you HAVE to tell Sage.. like now. Not after you’re done cooking, not after dinner, not before bed and not after whatever other excuse you’re going to use.” Kento corners the youngest in the kitchen blocking him from leaving.

“Look, Ryo had a blow out tonight over his swords. I’d rather not make waves. We’re on our way to go find them. Once we do and things cool over, I’ll let Sage know.”

“Dude, you’re injured. Seriously injured. Torrent hasn’t even made a move to heal your arm. It’s been four days. You can’t use it. I watched you trying to pick up Mia’s equipment and I saw the blood on the hoodie.”

“Do you want a prize, Kento? I’m not going to make a big deal out of this. For all I know, I did it to myself.”

“You somehow injured your arm so bad that you can’t move it? Doing what?” Hardrock challenged raising an eyebrow.

“I-I don’t bloody know… look do you want dinner or not? You were just outside complaining loudly to anyone who would listen that you were so hungry you were ‘dying’. Now I’m in here ready to make you something and you’re doing this.”

He didn’t know how to tell the other that anytime he had to watch him get hurt or become upset, anything but happy that his appetite died. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Cye looks up at him confused before sighing, “Kento, please. I don’t want to start a fight. Having Ryo explode on everyone was more than enough for one night.”

“We’re not fighting.” Kento sighs and pulls out one of the chairs from the smaller table in the kitchen, “Will you at least take a seat? You’re making me nervous.”

“Me standing up is making you nervous?”

“Look man, you can try and pretend to be ok all you want. But you’re really not. You don’t look okay at all. It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re not doing well.”

The other sits down in the chair with Kento’s help. The movement jolted his arm and he felt a wave of pain hit him without warning. He clenches his eyes shut leaning back into the chair. He hears movement before turning to see Kento had knelt down beside him.

“You’re my best friend, Cye… I can’t stand it when you’re in pain. Especially when you won’t do something about it. P-Please, let me get Sage. He can help.”

“We need to be worrying about those swords and that tiger that attacked tonight, not me.” He sighs frustrated. “I try so hard to not be a bother and yet I somehow always manage to be in the way.”

“Hey, woah, where is that coming from? You’re apart of this team as much as any of us.”

“No one else is injured, Kento. I don’t want to hold us back.” Though now that he admitted to not feeling well, it was hard to pretend again. He had spent so much energy the past few days to act normal and not worry anyone. He smiles weakly towards Kento before sighing wincing as he moves slightly. “I still need to make dinner…so if Sage is going to look at it, let’s go ahead and get it over with. J-Just please don’t do it in front of Ryo. He’s already so stressed as it is.”

“Sure, dude. I’ll go get him. Just rest.” Hardrock reached up and gently pet the red hair before gently nuzzling the other slightly. Then he stood up and walked out of the kitchen on a mission.

*~*

“You don’t think it’s strange that Cye didn’t make it out with us earlier?” Rowen asked nervously. “I’m tellin’ ya something is wrong. He was right behind me and then he disappeared.”

“I’m sure he just waited to see what was going on.” Sage attempted to argue as he sat the table. “We’ve all been run ragged and are learning how to control the white armor. It wouldn’t shock me at all if he stumbled or nearly collapsed.”

“Buddy, that’s even worse!! If that’s the case we need to.. you need to check up on him.” Rowen hisses frustrated as he puts the silverware down. “If he is hurt or not feeling well, then we just sent an injured person to go cook for us.”

“Would you stop for a second? I was waiting until Ryo left before I did anything. The last thing we need is another blow out and Cye would feel even worse if he knew he caused it.” The blonde sighs approaching the other.

They both go quiet as Kento walks out of the kitchen. “Kento?” Rowen started. “Everythin’ ok?”

“Sage, I need you and halo in the kitchen right now. He’s not doing well. He’s injured himself.. his arm.. it’s still hurt and he can’t use it… he collapsed earlier, when we ran outside a-and..”

“Ok, slow down and try again.”

“Cye. Man, he’s hurt. His arm is really badly hurt. He can’t use it anymore. It was bleeding earlier but he wouldn’t let me tell you. When were fighting that black tiger? He said he nearly passed out on the way to see us..”

“I told you something was wrong.”

Sage held his hand up for Rowen to be quiet. “Go on.”

“J-Just come in here ok? I forced him to sit down and relax a bit before he collapses on us. He said he didn’t want to be an inconvience.” Kento explains as he leads the two of them into the kitchen. “J-Just we can’t tell Ryo…”

“He’s with Mia right now looking at the map that will take us to the volcano.” Rowen says as he closes the door behind him. “Cye? Buddy, are you ok?”

They go quiet as they hear a moan of pain. The bearer of Torrent attempts to sit up but has lost the energy to pretend anymore. His body ached so badly and was so sore and tender. He was afraid to admit that he wasn’t sure if he could make dinner or not… or even make up the stairs on his own.

He feels a warm hand on his forehead and opens his eyes looking over. Sage was in his field of vision. The blonde looked very worried as he checked him over. “Cye, I’m going to use Halo. You’re going to see a green haze and you may feel the urge to sleep… that just means Halo is talking to Torrent and helping…”

No sooner than Sage finished explaining it did his vision get the green haze to it. He lifts his gaze slightly to see Rowen and Kento hovering closely. “…Ryo…?”

“Just relax. Ryo is with Mia.” Sage’s voice sounded far away as a wave of vertigo takes over. It felt like he was falling off of something but instead of hitting the ground, he hit something softer. Before he could figure out what happened, darkness took over and he passed out.

*~*

“Mia.” Rowen calls from the door of her office. “Can I speak to you for a second?”

“Hm? Of course!” She gets up walking over.

Ryo starts to join but stops when Rowen speaks, “Not right now, Ryo. It’s all good. Just Mia.”

“U-Uh sure, dude..”

He had to ignore the half hurt look in the others face and focus on what needed to happen. It felt wrong for keeping Wildfire out of the loop but with him panicking over everything, it wouldn’t help.

“Rowen? Is everything ok?” She asks worried following him into the hallway.

“Not exactly… look. Can we put off traveling until tomorrow morning?” He sighs scratching the back of his neck, “C-Cye’s injured… he’s had it since Sarenbo and we need to get it under control.”

“W-Wait what?!”

“Shh. We don’t want Ryo to know until we know what’s going on… right now, it doesn’t look like a normal battle injury. Sage can’t heal it.”

“At all?”

“He can take the pain away but that’s it. Kento carried Cye up to their room and Sage is in there doing some sort of medicated bandage. At the very least, Cye’s arm will be in a sling for the forseeable future.”

“Rowen..”

“I know. I’m scared too.” He then puts a smile on his face. “So if its okay, just let us figure things out and we can leave early AM.”

“Sure! We can leave early in the morning tomorrow.”

*~*

Cye moaned groggily as he was laid down in his bed. Instead of laying directly on the mattress, he felt a lot of pillows be moved around to where they supported his body and took the ache and tenderness away… the throbbing pain in his arm was still there.

Did he dare open his eyes? Right now he felt like he was spinning in circles on something he couldn’t stop. It felt like the bed was spinning. He let out another moan of discomfort as he tried to reach out for something to hold onto.

He felt a large hand grasp his and hold it tightly, “Easy, dude. I’m right here. Sage is going to wrap your arm in these cooling bandages… your arm is really giving off heat and we need to lower it before your fever gets any higher.”

“…f-fever…?”

“Yeah, you’ve been walking around with one for a few days – at least that’s what Sage says.” Kento explains nervously, it always left him worried when his friend was hurt and sick like this. Like he could protect him from evil, but he couldn’t fix whatever this was.

He shivered watching as Cye’s eyes opened.. instead of the usual bright green, they were dull barely focused and heavy. He forces a smile. “It’s going to be okay. Kento’s here! Sage is going to wrap ya up then help take the pain away.. we can push the beds together and you can curl up next to me tonight if you want.”

The other was quiet for a minute or so before he smiles sleepily, “I’d like t-that..”

Kento sighs relieved.