#juju you lucky boy

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Daaaang! Lest I forget how hot Lawrence is.

[muniimyg]

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Jungkook is a dick. 

Okay, he isn’t exactly a sly bitch-ass motherfucker… He’s just a little miscommunicative, a little forgetful, and a little annoying sometimes… Let’s just say he’s lucky he’s hot. 

“I thought you wanted to make out,” you half-heartedly complain as he finally notices you for the first time tonight. He chuckles before settling beside you. Your body itches for him to be closer. Instead, he keeps a friendly seating distance. “How did we end up here?”

Let’s set the scene.

You two are in a karaoke room with your friends. The boys are belting out their sad love songs while your best friend, Yuna, continues to down as many drinks as possible. Currently, she’s celebrating being ghosted, and this karaoke session was actually her doing. 

Yuna has been your friend since the beginning of time. With that being said: you two are complete opposites. She likes surprises and showing up… You like planning and ditching. She has her fair share of passionate flings and you have your fair share of boring boyfriends. It’s truly a work of balance between you two. Regardless, you love her with your entire heart and can’t wait for her to meet better men. On the other hand, Yuna holds a flaw that sickens you to your very core. Since the first day Taehyung introduced you and her to Jungkook, she has not shut up about how cute of a couple you two would make.

Aside from that, Yuna is chill. Your friendship with her is completely low maintenance. It’s hard to feel offended when you’ve always known she’s been closer to Taehyung. They’re the best of friends. Naturally, she texted Taehyung the ground-breaking news and he quickly got to work. He called all the boys up and then they all headed to Jungkook’s. Unfortunately, they beat you there and Jungkook didn’t have enough time to text you a warning. As you stood outside his door, you quickly caught on and pretended like Jungkook had communicated the plans with you. 

To be honest, it’s not like you needed Jungkook tonight. If anything, it was him who wanted to see you so bad… But you can’t help but feel irritated that the night turned out like this. 

It feels a little weird. 

You know you can touch him. That’s allowed, right? You two are friends and harmless physical affection is okay! It’s like, you know you reach over and touch his hand; he would hold it. You know he would.. So why isn’t he? 

It’s too early for you to swallow your pride.. However, that doesn’t stop you from having needs.

He should make the first move.

“I mean,” he takes a quick sip of his drink, “I’m a little shy… Oh! Idea… How about you kiss me first and I promise to kiss you back.”

You glare at him, shoulders dropping at his answer. Like always, he’s being a piece of shit. Swiftly, you take the drink from his hand and chug the rest of it down. When you finish, you hand him the empty glass and as you’re about to say something—he reaches over and wipes the top of your lip. 

You sit still and take in this moment. He’s slightly leaning in and his eyes are on your lips. Surely, he’ll fold, right? You want him to. 

When he pulls away, he puts his glass down. “I’m right here. You gonna do it or not?”

“We’re literally at a fucking karaoke room with our friends, Jungkook.”

“So?”

“I’m not exposing myself this early on!” you whisper-shout. 

He snickers. “And just how long is this supposed to last? Are we gonna be a secret forever?”

You shrug, having no answer for him. “This is stupid. You’re the one who asked—begged—me to come over and make out with you. You said you wanted to kiss my lips and my—”

“I know what I said,” Jungkook chides. “I meant what I said. Nothing changed.”

You poke his chest and repeat yourself. “We’re in a karaoke room with our fucking friends.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I had no choice! Blame Yuna!”

You gasp. “I would never!”

His shoulders slump, feeling defeated. “___, what do you want me to do? Fuck you in the bathroom—”

Your eyes widen at his blunt words. Quickly, you cover his mouth with your hand. He licks it in response and you groan in disgust. “You’re disgusting!”

“Pay back for spitting back at me the other night.”

Your eyes dart at him. He laughs and puts his hands up in defeat. “Relax. They aren’t listening to us.”

As you wipe your wet hand on his shirt, you take his word for it. Then, you move away from him and cross your arms in frustration. Jungkook playfully inches closer, murmuring apologies. You shake your head, pout, and turn the other way. 

Jungkook feels stuck. 

Was he really in the wrong? Did he go too far? Did anyone even hear? You’re just so uptight sometimes… It wouldn’t hurt to laugh, right?

That’s exactly what he figures to do.

Jungkook calls over the mic and stands up to sing. Everyone calms down and gives him their undivided attention.

“Uh,” Jungkook begins, “This is for Yuna!”

“No thanks!” Yuna rejects, raising a shot at him. She drinks it in one go and giggles. Jungkook winks, turning his attention to you. You cover your eyes with your hands and ignore the rest of the boys' cheers. 

“If I were your boyfriend, I’d never let you go. I can take you places you ain’t never been before. Baby take a chance or you’ll never know. I got money in my hands that I’d really like to blow… Swag, swag, swag on you,” Jungkook sings cheekily. He takes his time, doing body rolls, and makes his performance much more dramatic with the help of Jimin and Nam Joon. 

Suddenly, the boys all join in.

They turn Jungkook’s special number into the performance of the night. They hype each other up and even create a choreo. Towards the end, Jungkook kneels in front of you and serenades the last few lyrics; “if I was your boyfriend, never let you go. Keep you in arm girl, you’d never be alone. If I was your boyfriend, I can be a gentleman, anything you want… If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go. I’d never let you go. So give me a chance, 'cause you're all I need girl. Spend a week with your boy I'll be calling you my girlfriend. If I was your man, I'd never leave you girl… I just want to love you, and treat you right.”

When the song comes to a complete end, the sound of the guy's laughter fills the room. Jungkook stays on his knees, making a pouty face. 

“Still mad?”

You give him a cold shoulder. “Dunno.”

Jungkook laughs, catching himself as he begins to lean in. Yuna awkwardly clears her throat. You shoot her a glare and she sticks her tongue out at you two.

“Jungkook…” she warns. “You’re not allowed to have ___!” 

He snickers at her. “Fine with me! I don’t want her.”

Yuna waves her finger at Jungkook, lowering her gaze at him. She isn’t convinced with his words. “Listen you motherfucker… You touch her and I’ll ruin your life.” 

Jungkook laughs coyly before turning to you. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs, “guess this is the beginning of my end.”

“Guess it is,” you purse your lips. “Too bad.”

“Too bad?” Jungkook scoffs, “if you’re my end; then so be it. Nothing more beautiful than you.”

You make a sour face at him before throwing the karaoke book his way. He dodges it and sticks his middle finger out at you. Then, he returns to his boys and joins them in song. From the corner of your eye, you see Yuna giving you a look. She mouths out, “anything to confess?”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at her.

Confess? What is there to confess? Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. 

By the grace of God, Taehyung was able to get Yuna to stop drinking. However, by the time Taehyung suggested to do so… She was no longer able to walk on her own. The karaoke session ends and everyone is either tipsy or helping Taehyung take care of Yuna. 

“Should I walk you home?”

You sit up and take your phone out. Swiping it open, you don’t bother to look at him when you answer. “I can Uber.”

Jungkook then snatches your phone and holds it above his head. There’s a lazy smirk on his face you want to slap off. “You’re not Ubering home alone and tipsy.”

“Walking home with you isn’t any better.”

In all honesty, Jungkook is tipsy too. He chugged a few beers last minute and took Yuna’s remaining shots. Yet, it’s clear that he’s sober enough to take care of himself. One thing you’ve only recently started to notice about Jungkook is that he’s a grumpy, sad, and needy drunk. Maybe the grumpy part is more prominent in the tipsy portion.

He offers a sarcastic laugh before frowning. “Shut the fuck up and get your shit. Let’s go. I’m tired.”

“Then go home—”

“Don’t be difficult,” he begs. “Just let me do this.”

The walk home is rather quiet. 

Aside from Jungkook’s lame attempts to ask you about your classes and work schedule, there’s not much to talk about. You answer him politely, feeling a little relieved that his little attitude is melting away. Slowly but surely, he was sobering up. 

To keep the conversation going, you ask him about the boys and what it’s like now that he moved out with Taehyung and Jimin. He answers truthfully, stating that the living situation is neater than he expected and that he misses the dynamic with everyone around during late nights. Sure the two boys kept him company and the aspect of privacy was nice, but he can’t help but miss the chaos. 

As he speaks and as you walk side by side with him—it still feels weird. It’s that same weird feeling you felt in the karaoke room. 

Your fingertips have brushed against each other for the nth time tonight. Was it the drinks you downed or are you actually feeling a little annoyed he didn’t even try to hold your hand tonight? And how did we get here? 

It’s your front door. 

… Is this it? Is it really just goodnight and go?

“Do you think Taehyung is secretly in love with Yuna?” Jungkook blurts with a cheeky grin on his face. “He’s all she talks about and vice versa. She always comes over and they just sit and talk and laugh like they’re the only two people in the world.”

You pause and think about it. “They’ve always been close.”

“Not like this,” he advocates. “They’re… Happier?”

“She’s still hung up on that guy that ghosted her… Maybe good company is just good company, you know? It doesn’t always have to mean or lead to a new love interest.” 

Jungkook tilts his head. “Is that how you feel too?”

“What do you mean?”

He bites his tongue. “Never mind.”

“... Okay?” you respond awkwardly. You turn away and dig through your bag for your key. “Thanks for walking me home, I guess? Goodnight.”

Jungkook sighs loudly. “Can you at least look at me and pretend like you care if I get home safe or not?”

“But I’d be lying!” you laugh, finally finding your keys. You stick it in and turn the nob. Suddenly, you feel his hand grab your wrist. With one tug, your body turns to face him. He smiles sweetly as you frown at him. 

“Dream of me,” he teases, taking a step closer to you. Closing in the space between, he dips his head low and lowers his gaze to your lips. 

“That’s just mean,” you whine. “Why would you want me to have nightmares?”

He glares at you. “Ha. Ha. Not funny.”

“It was pretty funny.”

Jungkook huffs, “no, it hurt my feelings actually.”

“Not my problem,” you snark back.

“You’re always my problem.”

“You’re annoying as fuck—”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook stresses. “Just let me kiss you goodnight, woman!”

Before you can answer, he crashes his lips against yours and kisses you. He does it deeply like he’s been waiting to kiss you all night. When you pull away for a breath, he continues to give you little kisses. You laugh and playfully push his face away from yours. 

He pouts and demands, “kiss me lots, ___.”

You can’t even deny him. In this very moment, he is the most precious thing in the world. You let him kiss you once more before squishing his cheeks together. You give him a peck before saying goodnight for the last time. 

“Get home safe, pookie.”

“Arghh,” Jungkook curls his hand into a fist and hits the left side of his chest. “I knew you’d care.”

He wishes to never forget the way his heart flutter at this very moment… And as much as you hate to admit it—your heart flutters too.

[purpleyoonn]

baby (you complete us) 4

C H A P T E R   F O U R 

summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

chapter warnings: some awkward moments, feeling overwhelmed, talks of pain and discomfort, mc’s shoulder shifts, disability discussions, jin and yoongi being protective, 

*words in italic are being spoken in Korean*

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, but we have a meeting to attend with our directors. Thank you so much for giving us a chance and we will definitely talk to you soon.” Namjoon’s dimple smile had your full attention as everyone said their goodbyes and promises of contact. Even as you said goodbye and the video call was ended, you had their bright smiles burnt into your cornea.

After checking to see if your phone still had some charge to it, you were quick to go to your phone app again, this time to your recent calls list.

“Hey so I think your joke isn’t so much of a joke anymore…”

That next morning, you woke up to the luggage set Hoseok bought waiting in front of your apartment door. You were actually lucky your neighbors didn’t take it or bang on your door wondering when you got a sugar daddy and didn’t tell them (thanks Ms. Tanner).

It was an expensive, you could tell by the label, three-piece luggage set container with two hard-shell suitcases and a small duffel bag for a carry on. It was, indeed, your favorite color and when you opened the large suitcase, you found a note within the stitched in pocket. It was a cute note saying that the boys couldn’t wait to meet you in person and that they hoped you like what they picked out for you.

Not only did you get surprised by the luggage set, but your phone also hadn’t stopped going off since you turned it on that morning. It seemed you were in three separate group chats. You were added to one called ‘Maknaes Only’ with little stars around it, one that had everyone in it called ‘m8tes’ that had a smiley face at the end (which you were 100% convinced Jin chose the title), and one that had just the older members, and now you, that didn’t have a title.

The one you were added to with Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had a menagerie of selfies they sent you, some of them not even being of them, just of their feet as they are walking. Also, you’ve noticed they use lots of emojis. You were kind of overwhelmed as you read Jimin describing his afternoon to you and asking if you had gone to bed.

You weren’t really used to people just texting you. Like you had friends and siblings who texted you but not in this way. It seemed like every second you got another text notification.

When you finally looked away from the maknae chat, after messaging “good morning😊”, you moved over to the main group chat which had the most recent message. You were thankful for the translate button that came up when you highlighted the text, happy that you didn’t have to try and figure it out on your own.

m8tes

Hoseok: hey pretty girl. I just got the notification that the luggage was dropped off. I just wanted to know if you got it.

Jin: Oh! We can be affectionate already? Well, then, princess, did you get our other packages yet?

Yoongi: She probably hasn’t if she hasn’t said anything yet. Isn’t it also like 9 am there? She’s probably still sleeping.

Jin: Just because you sleep in doesn’t mean our princess does, you old man.

Yoongi: 😐 you’re older than me

“Other packages?” You think aloud, trying to figure out what he was talking about while also ignoring their use of pet names so you don’t blush. You look back out your door to see if you missed a package when you were dragging the luggage in but you don’t see anything.

So, you grab your keys, put your shoes on and walk down the stairs to the mail room for the apartment building. You hated the stairs because there was always, a very certain always, chance one of your knees would pop out when going back up them. 

Your elevator hasn’t worked for about a year, and no matter how many disability requests you put in, nothing was done. You didn’t really have the money to just move either, so you were stuck using your cane and the side railings, hoping you didn’t fall.

You walked slowly, holding onto the railing as you did, but you managed to not hurt anything as you finally walked into the mail room. You walked over to the locker that had your apartment number on it and put in your key, turning the knob. You opened it to find several small packages with your name on them.

You didn’t recognize anything on the packages other than your name, so you took them cautiously out of your mailbox and went back upstairs. It took you longer this time, as going up stairs always gave your knees issues.

It seemed as though you were lucky today, nothing popping out as you unlocked your door and took your shoes back off. You move to your kitchen counter, grabbing your scissors and cutting open the first package.

You were surprised to see small box, no logos or anything on the outside. When you took the top off, you found a little note along with a HYBE badge that had your picture from the Soul app and your name on it with the words “All Exclusive Access” at the top.

You ignored the buzzing of your phone again as you tried hard to keep your shock in check, grabbing your scissors and choosing to open the next package. The contents were a little overwhelming.

You found a, what looks extremely comfy, t-shirt, a coloring book and markers, and a passport, oddly enough. You were extremely confused. You already had a passport, and this one was from South Korea. You were an American citizen, meaning you needed an American passport. Unless one of them accidently sent you theirs.

Thinking that there was going to be a huge problem, having one of their passports, you grabbed your phone and called Namjoon, knowing he spoke English and you didn’t need a translator. It took only a single ring before the phone picked up.

“No! Let me talk to her!” You hear a lot of shuffling on the other end followed by shouts and grunts. You couldn’t really understand anything so you just waited, wondering if you should hang up.

“No. I didn’t get to talk to her yet!”

“I speak more English than you!” Another grunt was heard as the phone seems to fall onto the ground.

“Give me my phone back!” You can distinguish Namjoon’s voice as he gets closer to the phone.

“Should I call you back? I can call back if you are busy.” You ask causing silence before another couple grunts are heard and a loud cry.

“NO!” You pull your phone away from your ear, cringing a little as your ear now rings. “Please. I’m sorry. Jungkook had my phone and was fighting with Jimin and Taehyung over it.” You only nod your head at his explanation.

“What can I do for you, baby?” You blush at the term of endearment, feeling tingles move up and down your spine. You clear your throat before answering, not even realizing he had just put you on speaker phone, everyone now in Namjoon’s studio with him.

“I think one of you accidently sent me your passport. I have a Korean passport on my kitchen table and I don’t want any of you to get in trouble.” A little laughter can be heard as a couple voices start talking at once.

“Baby, did you open the passport to see who’s it could be?” Namjoon asks, making you shuffle closer to the passport and open it. You were shocked to see your own name and picture.

You felt stupid as you realized it was a Soulmate Passport.

When you are matched with your soulmate or mates, depending on the eldest member’s nationality, you may gain a “soulmate citizenship” for their home country. Since Seokjin was Korean, you now were granted a South Korean soulmate citizenship. You practically had all the same rights as a South Korean citizen, but you couldn’t own any property, pay taxes, or vote, that would be up to your soulmates. 

“Baby?” Namjoon’s voice broke you out of your stupor, making you blush red in embarrassment.

“Uhm, never mind.” Your voice was small, now understanding the laughter.

“See what you did?” Namjoon turned around to look at Jimin and Taehyung who laughed at how cute you were being. Their eyes widened in shock as they realize how their laughter could have come off. Namjoon spoke quickly hoping that you wouldn’t hang up the phone.

“No baby, please. They didn’t mean it, I promise. The uh, the second we got our match, we had to have it registered with the government so you could come over. Given the circumstances and the Soul Pain that could start any minute, they expedited your passport and soulmate citizenship papers.” Namjoon explained to you, making you remember about the Soul Pain.

Soul Pain happened after a bond is acknowledged by all parties. If you don’t gain physical contact or fully accept the bond within a week’s time, the body will start to deteriorate. You will start off getting sick, maybe just the flu or a mild cold, and then it begins to get worse. It’s fate’s way to ensure that the bonds she creates are solidified.

Physical touch only helps for so long. The only way to really end soul pain is to either accept the bond or reject it. But fate created another way to ensure her bonds came to be completed. Rejection leads to lasting physical pain in the chest in the person being rejected until their death…something you wouldn’t really wish upon anyone.

You weren’t really given any options.

“Oh, I forgot about that. It’s been, what, about four or five days since you matched with me? So, I say within a couple of days the Soul Pain should start.” You were looking down at your mark, the simple full moon staring back at you.

“We can get you booked within the next couple hours. Just let us know the closest airport, baby.” Namjoon’s tone was full of worry, now realizing just what everyone might be going through soon.          

He questioned if you would feel the Soul Pain more than they would, given they had all already completed their bond. You hadn’t completed yours and wouldn’t have the chance for maybe a couple of days, if you were ready to complete it, that is. They wouldn’t push you into anything.

“Uhm, give me the rest of the day to figure everything out. The earliest I can probably fly out, if everything goes well, is tomorrow. So, if you can, maybe book a flight for the early morning.” You voice wavers as you think of the things you need to do.

You still need to call your family and tell them everything. You could probably wait to tell Anna. You didn’t want to disturb her honeymoon. Your job, you could do from anywhere as long as you had wife and a stable internet connection. You just needed to pack your things.

“How many things do you think I can fit in my suitcases before I have to pay for it being overweight?” You ask into the phone, trying to remember what the weight limit was for suitcases.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll have everything already figured out. And Jimin wants me to remind you that we can buy you anything you need here too.” You balk at that, not wanting them to feel obligated to buy you things.

“Can you tell me what airline you were planning on having me flying with? I need to check their disability requirements and see if I can bring my cane on board or if I need to mark it as a carry-on.” The thought hits you last minute, remembering the time you had to do that before, paying for your actual carryon.

“You don’t need to worry. Let your mates handle it.” A different voice spoke up this time. The spoke in English, making you question who it was. The deep, raspy voice had you thinking Yoongi.

“Pretty girl, did you get all of the packages yet? We made sure to overnight everything.” Hoseok’s voice came through this time, you recognize the cute pet name.

“I got everything; I think. You only sent the luggage set and three packages, right?” You ask just to make sure since they never specified how many things they had sent to you.

“That’s all we sent so far, Y/n!” That voice was definitely Jungkook but wait. So far?

“What do you mean, so far?” You ask a little wary of what else they could have sent you. You could hear a little slap, laughter, and then some kind of apologizing, thankful for the little amount of Korean you could recognize after years of listening to kpop and watching kdramas.

“Nothing. We haven’t sent anything else since we knew you would be coming soon. We just thought that you needed some things before you make the trip over.” Namjoon’s voice came through again.

“What have you opened so far? Can we video chat?” Jimin’s timid voice is next to come through the speaker. You can’t help but want to coo at him, to fulfill his wishes and you know you were in dangerous waters already.

“You guys aren’t busy?” You ask, your own voice timid and unsure. Despite their words the night before, you still weren’t sure how well you would fit into their life, if they would be able to make time for someone not already within their established group, soul or otherwise.

The boys, even from where they sat in Namjoon’s studio, could imagine the small pout on your lips and the way you might twist your fingers. They had promised you they would always make time for you, and that was a promise they were quick to reassure.

“We have plenty of time, baby.” Namjoon’s normal baritone was pitched, the love and reassurance he was pushing forward could be felt across the ocean as you moved to fiddle with your phone.

“So beautiful”

“So cute”

A chorus of voices called out as soon as you turned the camera on, catching you off guard as you recognized the compliments. You move a little off screen, trying to hide your now inevitable blush as you move everything you opened so far into view on your counter.

“Uhm, this is what I opened so far. I have one package left.” You gesture to the slightly medium sized box as you pull it in front of you.

“Okay!” Jin nearly shouts out. Looking at the screen you see them all intently watching you, waiting for you to open the box.

You just nod your head, feeling a little awkward, before grabbing your scissors again. You open them up and maneuver them so you could cut the tape across the box only for Jin and Yoongi to cry out, making you drop the scissors almost cutting yourself.

You look up, startled and wondering what happened to make them scream like that.

“You don’t hold them like that!” Jin screams out, while Yoongi nods his head.

“You don’t use scissors to cut things like that. You don’t have box cutter?” Yoongi asks you, watching you very carefully as you shake your head.

“Aish. Can we book a flight for now to go and get her?” Jin turns to Namjoon and Hobi, who both shake their heads. The two eldest mates were protective, and the boys all already made bets on how quickly they would become protective of you and if it would be worse than with Jungkook or not, given you were the same age.

“What if something happens and we’re not there? We just want to keep her safe and make sure she is taken care of.” Yoongi adds on, slightly hopeful as he looks over to Jin who also nods his head at his words. But Namjoon just lovingly rolls his eyes, used to the two eldest’s ways.

“No, we cannot. She will be here in two days. You both can wait.” Namjoon gave Jin a look, making him sit back in his seat next to Jimin while Yoongi continues to stare down Namjoon.

“Sorry, Y/n, you can continue. These two just get a little protective.” You nod slowly at Namjoon, checking his smile for any clue as to what just happened.

You slowly grab the scissors, seeing Yoongi sit forward a little and Jin move to cover his mouth, and cut the tape across the box. You put the scissors down, again looking up to see Jin and Yoongi now relaxed and sitting back in their seats and remove the packing paper from the top of the box.

However, once you reach further into the box, you feel the beginning of a stretch in your shoulder, making you pause. When you try to move your shoulder back, you feel it shift out of the joint, only slightly thank goodness. Unfortunately, the boys hear the pop on their end and begin to freak out.

“Are you okay?!”

“Baby what happened?”

“What is the number for the doctors!?”

“Pretty girl, what happened? Do we need to call doctor?” Hoseok’s voice came through at the end as he moved forward, scanning your body with a dark look.

“Oh, uh, my shoulder just shifted. I can pop it back in, just give me a second.” You turn around  and move out of view so they won’t see the discomfort on your face as you moved your other hand to your bicep, leaning against your kitchen wall.

“Wait, darling! We should call doctor!” Jungkook shouted as he scrambled for the phone. You only closed your eyes, half in embarrassment and half in discomfort as you popped your shoulder back in.  You roll it a little to ease the stretch and to make sure it didn’t shift again before turning back around.

The boys all had varying faces of pain, discomfort and even awe as you turned back around. They could see the wince on your face and how you didn’t use your right arm this time to reach for the things in the box.

“Y/n, please. Are you okay?” Namjoon’s concern was evident in the way his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed.

Yes, they had read all the messages you had sent, but it didn’t mean they were aware of just how easy it was for your joints to shift or pop. They didn’t know just how much you dealt with daily apart from the times you messaged. They looked to each other and swore you would never lift a finger while with them.

“I’m okay. I promise. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. Just some slight discomfort.” You answer, looking up to see disbelief and worry on their faces this time. You can’t help but feel the need to reassure them of your state.

“I promise. I’m okay. I will let you know if I’m ever in pain, okay?” You try to compromise, earning only a couple of nods while Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook remaining silent as they watch you.

You move along and begin to remove the items with your left arm, keeping your right one by your side, the bottom of your shirt clenched between your fingers to keep it stable.

The first thing you pull out has you letting out a small laugh. It was an eye mask that had a cute kitten face on it with tiny ears coming off the top. You immediately move to put it on your head, adjusting the strap around your head with your left hand as you grin.

“Aigoo she’s so cute. I can see why you picked out the kitty eye mask for her, Yoongi.” Hobi looked over to Yoongi, who wore a smirk across his lips as he saw how excited you got. You didn’t even notice the interaction as you pulled out a pair of noise cancelling headphones.

“For the flight and whatever you want.” You looked up at Yoongi’s words, the words ‘are you sure’ hanging off your lips, stopping once you see the look he gives you, as if begging you to question him. So, you just nod and say thank you, taking the easy way out.

At the bottom of the box was a sweatshirt with the words “AGUST D” written across in the font that resembles his D-2 mixtape logo. A matching beanie can be found underneath. At this, everyone turns towards Yoongi who just smiles.

“How did you manage to sneak that in the box?” Hobi asks only for Jimin to shout: “How did you even sneak an extra box past us?” This has you raising an eyebrow at Yoongi, not realizing that the entire box was from the rapper.

“I guess I should thank you for the box then, Yoongi?” You lean forward, causing the male to blush a little. He just nods shyly and says you’re welcome with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well, thank you a lot, Yoongi. I appreciate the package and will make sure to wear this to the airport.” You smile, your small cheek dimples poking through as you do making Namjoon smile back. You move the items back in the box as the others shout protests. Claims of cheating thrown around, all of them wanting you to wear something they picked out to the airport.

“Maybe next time you guys!” You try to ease the play fighting, thoroughly amused by the proud smirk on Yoongi’s lips.

Next Chapter

[madamegixxysticks]

Skylanders Trap Team Trappable Villains in a nutshell

(This was just because I was bored. Treat it like Vegetable Justice and don't be offended easy if I roast your favorite one.)

Life

Sheep Creep: The first baddie you shove in that emerald hammer, sorta like your first bug type with a pokeball.

Broccoli Guy: Useful... For everything not fighting.

Chompy Mage: Beloved old loon since 2012

Cuckoo Clocker: Where's the fighting element? No problem! Put him in life!

Shield Shredder: I guess they would've put you in tech, but all the chairs were taken.

Chompy: WHY ARE YOU DLC-

Water

The Gulper: A walking sin of Gluttony

Slobber Trap: Hey, boy! I think the Earth Element was that way.

Chill Bill: Was cool before it was cool.

Brawl and Chain: Somebody needs to give him a teddy bear, STAT.

Cross Crow: I guess water comes from your arrows...?

Threatpack: NEEERD-

Earth

Tussle Sprout: Hey, wanna swap elements with Cuckoo Clocker?

Chomp Chest: Yeaaah... That chest wasn't sus at all!

Grave Clobber: Why did you change to water in Imaginatiors...?

Golden Queen: Entitled to all the gold in Skylands, is female, and yells a lot... Is she Skylands' Karen?

Air

Buzzer Beak: Uhh... Okay.

Dreamcatcher: Oh... How she'd dream of having a better fight... Oh wait, Pain-Yatta and Hood Sickle have that? And they're in the same level as her?

Krankenstein: Are you trying to copy Jet-Vac? Is that why you're in Air?

Bad Juju: Why you don't mess with voodoo.

Tech

Bruiser Cruiser: Hey, your mech is kinda clever.

Shreadnaut: Double trouble!

Brawlrus: You gotta pick him!

Krankcase: Dude, you can take the hat off, you don't need to put that other hat ON TOP OF IT.

Trolling Thunder: How does THAT fit in the trap WITH him?!

Mab Lobs: What's with mirror people and facial hair?!

Magic

Bomb Shell: No another "Should be in tech"!

Pain-Yatta: Everything about you is great!... Expect the evolved form.

Rage Mage: Brocc but not useful.

Fire

Chef Pepperjack: How did you get into that baking contest?!

Scrap Shooter: GARBAGE DAY!

Grinnade: I'm sure Activision would've been sued if you didn't get a mouth.

Smoke Scream: Mr. "I have the best Skystone", which is better than KAOS.

Undead

Masker Mind: Green is not a creative COLOR.

Hood Sickle: I think my bestie has a crush on you.

Wolfgang: First you break others' eardrums, now you copy off of Snap Shot in Imaginators?

Bone Chompy: HOW ARE YOU NOT DLC?

Light

Eye-Five: You're lucky I'm convinced you're a living plushie.

Blaster-tron: Systems indicate: You are a very cool bot.

Lob Goblin: Not again with another "should be in tech"!

Luminious: Actually, I got nothing. You're good.

Dark

Eye-Scream: Would I need to call a dentist or an eye doctor...?

Fisticuffs: I guess you're meant to be like the Pokemon version of the Dark Ty- er, Element?

Tae Kwon Crow: WHO DARES PUT ME IN A NUTSHELL?!

Nightshade: ...Now I'm going to give the "Worst Doom Raider Fight" medal to you. And that's because I can't think of any way to fix yours!

Kaos

.... Basically the Joker, but bald, the size of a dwarf, and has nothing to do with clowns... He's a metamorphic one.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

ROTTMNT Headcanons: I finally finished moving so y’all get me back

Here’s how I think the family would react to moving (cause I have no imagination) 

April: would try to hide how much the move affects her 

She would move all her stuff out of her old apartment the second she got the keys 

And she would unpack the second she gets into the new place 

She would also throw a housewarming party/multiple sleepovers so she doesn’t feel so alone 

The boys have moved a lot but some handle it better than others 

Raph: would try to stay strong for his siblings 

He would try to stay optimistic and help his siblings plan out their rooms 

But he is a very emotional and sentimental person 

So the second they get to the new place he’s bawling like a baby 

And it takes him a long time to get adjusted to the new place 

Leo: would handle the move the best 

Even though he’s a sentimental person he’s also a firm believer that home is not a place it’s the people he surrounds himself with 

He also thrives under pressure and craves change 

He makes an internal schedule so the moving process is swift and efficient 

But he also gives his siblings just enough time to grieve 

Donnie: handles change the absolute worst 

At first, he would refuse to move and he would make a whole PowerPoint presentation about how their home is just fine the way it is

And when he realizes it doesn't matter what he says they’re still going to move so he shuts down 

His siblings pester him to help 

He’ll try to pack and unpack but he kind of gets in the way cause he’s stuck in his head 

Casey: is right alongside Donnie 

He fucking hates moving it reminds him of the future 

The family tries to give him some stability but they also know they can’t stay stagnant forever 

Unlike Donnie, Casey is really helpful during the moving process but he does mope during the entire process 

Mikey: it really depends 

Like Leo, he loves change and hates staying in one place for too long 

But the second he notices how it’s affecting his siblings he starts getting sad too 

April Leo and Mikey try to cheer the group up and sometimes it works and sometimes they let their siblings go through the cycle of grieving the past 

So Leo has a lucky rock in “air turtle” and has enough rocks on him to replace his siblings in “flushed but never forgotten” 

He definitely has a rock and crystal collection 

He gave them all black tourmaline, and amethyst after season 2 for protection and to help with grief 

He gave April citrine for good luck 

Raph got a Rose Quartz to help with his anxiety (and to improve his self-love) 

Donnie gets a Pyrite to help cleans him of all the bad juju technology brings 

Casey gets Hematite to help ground him

Mikey gets Carnelian to boost his creativity 

And there are times when Leo will force the whole group to stop because he saw a sick ass rock on the sidewalk 

Donnie has gotten into serious arguments that go something along the lines of “no Leo I won't stop the tank so you can go get a dirty disgusting rock off the side of the road I’ve already done that three times today”

So it’s pretty obvious that Leo will say random shit in Spanish every once and a while 

And I was thinking “the boys definitely copy that right?” 

Like every once in a while you just hear Raph go “dónde está my wallet?”

And sometimes Mikey will say shit like “he’s a little… cómo se dice insane in the membrane” 

Donnie also has a terrible habit of yelling “WHAT?” When he can’t hear someone 

And it annoys the shit out of Splinter 

He always tells him “don’t yell ‘what’ that’s rude” 

So he yells “QUÉ?” Instead (cause he’s technically not saying what)

Leo also has a tough time saying “I love you” 

And for some reason saying it in Spanish is easier (probably cause he was under the assumption that his siblings didn’t know what it meant)

So he always ends the conversation with “te amo” no matter how pissed he is 

And it wasn’t until his siblings responded with “te amo más” that he realized they knew what he meant this whole time 

And he’s weirdly okay with that

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

What about children?

It was the 1st day of Percy and Annabeth’s honeymoon. They were spending the first three days of their month away in Athens, and from there a yacht was waiting for them at Piraeus port. The day before they had caught the sun setting from Lykabetus mountain and after that they had dinner and spent the rest of their evening locked in their hotel room.

They woke up in each other’s arms. Outside was hot and humid but thankfully their room was fully airconditioned. They hadn’t spent much time together in the past few months between Annabeth’s studies and Percy’s training, so it felt amazing staying together for a whole month without any distractions. As Annabeth turned to her side to face Percy he was already awake looking at the view from their room. “Good morning.” She whispered as she laid her head on his chest.

“How did you sleep?” He asked her in return as he played with one of her curls.

“Very well. I think we should move here. I’ve never slept this well in my life.”

“I think it has to do more with me exhausting you before bed, than Athens itself.”

“That might be it.”

“I have something for you.” Percy said as he reached to his bedside table. He had on it a jewellery box that Annabeth hadn’t noticed until that point. With one hand, he managed to open the box to reveal its content to Annabeth. “Percy, they’re gorgeous.” She sat up so she could take a better look to the pearl earrings and necklace in front of her. “Thank you so much.” She said and kissed him.

“They used to belong to Andromeda. Perseus had given them to her. It’s our good luck juju.” He replied.

“Where did you find them?”

“My dad gave them to me.”

“Oh.” Annabeth said like she snapped back to their reality. “He came to the wedding?”

“Just for five minutes.” Percy tried to soothe her. He was sure what was happening in Annabeth’s mind. How she felt about her mum not showing up to the wedding. Even though they had adopted a no-God policy, Annabeth wanted Athena to show up for her. “He just gave me the jewellery and then left.”

“Why didn’t my mum show up?” Annabeth asked him and regretted those words the moment they came out of her mouth. “I shouldn’t be asking you this.”

“Annabeth-“

“I’m asking for too much at the moment. Without her, I wouldn’t even be alive right now.”

Percy had his opinions about his wife’s mother, but he wasn’t going to voice any of them as he would probably be cursed for the rest of his life. “You aren’t asking for too much. It’s normal that you wanted your mother to show up to your wedding. I get it. It’s reasonable, but I guess the voice of reason hasn’t found its way with the Greek Pantheon yet. And you Annabeth Chase would be alive with or without your mother’s help. You’re the most intelligent person I know, so it shouldn’t be even crossing your mind that you wouldn’t have found your way out of the darkness.”

Especially when your mother was the reason you fell into Tartarus on the first place.

Annabeth stared lovingly at her husband’s side. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I got the best out of our deal.” Percy smirked. “How about I order us some breakfast and then go and try the private pool with the amazing view?” He suggested.

“You want to do laps?”

“Not exactly what I have in mind to do.”

Annabeth couldn’t help but smile as she realised her husband’s intentions. “Would you rather do your wife? With the expensive Parthenon view that my dad paid for?”

“Yeap.” Percy said popping the p as he got out of bed to order their breakfast.

“You’re hopeless.”

“I know, love.” He raised his hand so she could see it, “But you married me, so you are stuck with me.”

Annabeth shouldn’t have let Percy order as he had brought into their room the entire menu. They were sitting in their balcony Percy just in his boxers while she was wearing a satin robe that was a part of her bridal lingerie. “My dad is getting divorced.” She announced.

“Did Bobby and Matthew tell you?” He asked her.

“What? No, my dad told me before the wedding. The boys don’t know anything.”

“Believe me, they know. After you went upstairs after the rehearsal dinner they told me everything. It was the reason Helen was acting all weird. I would have told you sooner, but they begged me not to. So, it’s definitive?”

“That’s what I gathered. He doesn’t trust her anymore. After fully comprehending what me running away really meant. He’s planning on moving back to the East Coast.”

“Good for him. We’ll probably see him more around.” Percy added.

“I think that was one of his reasons. You know, we are getting older, and he probably wants to be around when we have kids.” Annabeth said as she ate a bit of her bacon.

“Do you want children? I mean we have talked about it before, but we haven’t sat down and had a serious discussion about it.”

“You mean now? Or in the future?” She asked.

Annabeth didn’t know how she felt about the whole having children situation. She didn’t hate children, but she never saw herself as a mother. Maybe the fact that she grew up without hers might have played its part. She also was sure she would be too cynical to make a good mother or to make a connection with her baby. And her biggest fear was for her children to hate her. But maybe it was just the fact that she never pictured children in her ideal life. Usually, it was just herself, Percy, a lot of travelling and architecture. Although, having a mini Percy didn’t sound like a bad idea to her.

“I don’t know. I guess whatever you want. You are going to sacrifice a lot more than me. It’s more your decision than mine.” Percy replied. Annabeth was grateful that Percy was calm about the subject. She knew that he wanted children and to have a very loud family with Annabeth.

“I haven’t thought much about having children. My career just started. I mean we’re straight out of college.” She chuckled. “And I am not sure the timing is right for me at the moment.”

“I’m totally on your side.” Percy said.

“Really?”

“Of course. You’re still in college and if I make the team, I will be away to train for the next year at least. And if I do as well as I did last time, there will be a lot of travelling which will leave you alone with a baby. And that’s not the way I want to have a family with you.”

“Percy, it’s most likely that for the next 10 years you will be travelling and training day and night. I didn’t mean to wait that long. Maybe for another two or three years. We are still young, and we have our whole life ahead of us. There is no point to rush.” She replied. “It’s a huge responsibility to bring another human being to this planet. I had an awful childhood. I wouldn’t wish that way of growing up to anyone.” She got a little sidetracked as Percy intertwined his fingers with hers, “I also have my PhD going on. I am finishing next year so maybe in a couple years I will be ready.”

“I completely understand, and I agree. You are a better thinker than me. I just know that all I have to do is trust you.” Percy smiled. “I also know that settling down and having children isn’t your ideal life. And I am cool with it. I have always known it.”

“It’s not that I don’t want children.”

“I know. But you wouldn’t mind it if we never had any and just spent the rest of my lives on our own. But you are the one who will have to carry the baby, take the maternity leave and sacrifice energy that even if I never let you to even lift a finger, you’ll still be exhausted. I can’t just force you to drop everything you have going on and have kids.”

Annabeth was touched, by the way Percy was talking to her. Well, she knew that the two of them never had any communication issues, but it was nice that even on the subject of children, they were still on the same page. “We are going to have children. But I need time to wrap my thoughts around it. We are going to be awesome parents. But the timing needs to be good. You’re right about children not always being in my life plans, but we are a team. And there is no doubt that I’ll love them more than life itself when they are born. It won’t be a burden for me. Neither the pregnancy nor the after part. I will do it because I want to do it, not because you want to. Believe me, watching you become a father is on top of my to-do list. Just not at 22.” Annabeth smiled.

Percy put her on his lap. “Our kids will be so lucky to have you as their mother.”

[memurfevur-archive]

I'm mentioning this bc.... His neighbor would gladly kill you, Juju.

And I'd be sad if he did :[

"Well lucky you, because I don't plan on getting killed any time soon. And as irritating as scarf boy is, I trust him a whole heck of a bunch. If he doesn't want us meeting then that's fine by me."

[overnightheartbeats]

"We just always have a lot to talk about, sorry babe," she apologized with a sheepish smile on her lips. "But, you know there's a few ways to always get my attention." Listing those items was not necessary, she knew he was well aware. "I am pretty lucky that you and Aaron are getting along, gives me and Juju more time. The boy cave could be fun, but we'd need another room." And, another place.

His amused smirk reminded her so much of her love for his smirk, even in their early days. It always made her just a bit frazzled. But, it was no secret between them. She had been a bit of a stalker, but Laurel had never hidden the interest she had for him. "Two details that led me to you. I was so close to making missing posters of my Cinderella." The nickname she affectionally bestowed upon him after meeting. Their past was full of ups, downs, and lessons in between, but their early days still amused them beyond understanding. Maybe, because they were so young. Though, she withheld the teasing remark about him lying, he still caught on to her. Hm, he knew her so well. Laurel's gaze landed on his eyes while he spoke. She knew talking about his time before the Phillips was not easy. Any time he did share, she listened carefully. "That sounds terrible, I'm really sorry they didn't value you the way they should've." She couldn't help but sigh. The way he was treated growing up upset her each time. Knowing it wasn't possible, but wishing she could've somehow protected him from all of it. "You have so much more to offer than opening bottles. Hm, you were very interesting in my eyes already. For one night? One night was all I needed to be hooked on you anyway."

Watching his eyes crinkle as he laughed made her smile grow, her hand resting on tops of his as he touched her belly. This was happiness, she was certain of it. "Me, complaining? Never. Not a complaint, more so reminiscing," she teased. Laurel hummed completely amused by his enthusiastic yes's comment. Teasing was all she could do these days anyway. "Oh yeah, you heard right that day." Their adventures were always pleasant memories. "We've given each other a lot, but you, without a doubt, changed my life."

"I'll text him, maybe join him for dinner before babygirl arrives." Since he remarried, she hadn't visited super often giving her dad space. "Might be good to see him, get some last-minute parenting tips from him," since she couldn't really ask her mom. A thought she quickly shook from her mind. "I'm so glad the Phillips changed your mind, I'm forever grateful for that." It wasn't lost on her that things might've gone very differently if he had not been open to love. Laurel snuggled closer to his chest, looking at the colors on his phone screen. "I do like the lilac, makes me think of the flowers you'd put in my hair. Oh, and the Care Bear is so cute! You're right about that." Of course he was offering to do it over if she hated it. "No, having to do it over would suck and I don't think I'll be much help. I am leaning lilac, I think."

The topic of names pulled a laugh from her lips. "We're just going to keep calling her babygirl forever, aren't we?" It didn't help that Laurel's list of vetoed names was longer than her list of names she liked. Vetoed names included people she didn't like, some poor barista that had once flirted with him, amongst other names. Some vetoed names had silly reasons, but she couldn't contradict her emotions lately. "We have a small list, but maybe we scrap it and start over? Or maybe we start with a middle name and work backwards? I've heard that helps sometimes. Except Anne, I'm adding that one to our vetoed list." Her own middle name, but she just didn't want to pass that name on.

He could agree long distance was rough. Timezones were another thing that fucked it up for every party involved but he knew seeing Laurel's face light up was a sign that she was ready to create chaos with her own best friend. "All the men should prepare for their ladies to not pay attention to them when you two are in your own little world. Maybe we should get to building that boy cave." If he didn't know how laurel worked he wouldn't be the partner for her. He let out a soft laugh as his head nodded in agreement. "I can do that. Good thing I have a full day off. Want to grab lunch on the way so you can eat it together?" He was certain Aaron could use a bit of an escape. "I can hang out with Aaron in the meanwhile. Admit it, you don't like their neighbors."

Eli didn't need to hide the amused smirk from his face as he knew she knew she was a creeper. "No need to hide it. You're the only person who jumped through hoops and then some just to get two details. I heard who you talked to first," his smirk clear as he loved to relive their past. "Really," he chuckled. "I know your face shows that you think I'm lying but I'm not. You caught my attention before I realized I wanted to talk to you. In a way I just relied on something I knew worked. It's how I would stay in a foster home a bit longer. Before the Phillips came, the family I stayed with were a bunch of alcoholics so I served a purpose to them. Parties always had me work the bottles. I thought if you saw that you'd think I was interesting to talk to if only for one night."

Laughter rung out of him as he touched her belly and cleared his throat. "Is that a complaint I hear? As I recall I heard loud enthusiastic yes's. Multiple times." He shook his head and smiled. "It's not nearly enough to what you've given me. I love you too." That sentiment was true. Laurel didn't know how much she had saved him from himself. From the moment her curious eyes took him in.

"I love your dad. He still owes me a round on the town. Last time didn't count. Well, that I've never thought would be possible. No one ever wanted me. That was until Phillips and you came in." Eli couldn't believe his life and how the changes that occurred brought him here. About to be a father to an innocent little soul that he felt they've been waiting on for a lifetime. Taking his phone out from his back pocket he scrolled and pulled up the four colors. "To be honest I gravitate more towards lilac and yellow. It's summery and reminds me of that care bear we've got in a box in her room. If you want we can do half the room these two colors and the other half pink so you can see how they look. If you hate them then no problem we can do them over. We've got time." No they didn't but he didn't want to stress her out. "I'm afraid we may be those parents that wait two weeks after she's born to make a decision. None of the names on the list jumped out at me as the one."

[kalisburnerphone]

TR MEN REACT TO MEETING THEIR FUTURE CHILD

Drabbles based off that ask. I’m not sure if I got exactly what they wanted me to portray but I’ll be doing these in parts. There’s not much warnings besides DILF TR MEN, some cussing.Credits to the owner of the picture, I found it on Pinterest.

1.Keisuke Baji

Kiyoko Baji (Miyoshi, uses her mom’s name in school because apparently she has a ‘hot’ dad), 15 years old.

“C’mon Kiyoko, I been asking you out for weeks and you won’t give me a response. You know how many other girls long for the attention that I give you?”

“Cool, then go give it to them Kurokawa. I’ve already told you that I don’t like you like that. I’d rather mop the ocean than date you, now piss off ‘fore my pops gets here.”

Slight curly hair frames the face of the young girl Baji’s looking at. It had to have been a long ass day because Keisuke couldn’t remember how he ended up outside his old school. His body felt weird, almost like he was having an out of body experience but whatever it was, he definitely needed to stop smoking weed from Kazutora. The last thing he remembered was lying in a hospital bed so, how the fuck did he get here?

“What’s your old man gonna do huh? Wait, that’s right, you don’t have a dad. My mom says you’re a little bastard child, that your daddy didn’t want you.” The young man standing in front of her taunts.

“Your mom’s been looking mighty fine these days too,”

Baji could see her little fists clenched at her sides as she turned to walk away when the boy says something that has her spinning on her heels, a round house kick landing square on his jaw following by her fist.Baji doesn’t know what has him moving so quickly as a crowd starts to form but before he can stop himself he’s parting the crowd and pulling her off him and over his shoulder as he grabs her bag.

She didn’t struggle, his smell alone had her relaxing in his hold but it didn’t stop her from whining out “Daddddd, I told you I’d meet you. Why’d you come here?”

Dad? Who is she calling dad?

“You, who else am I gonna call dad? Have you been smoking weed from Uncle T again? You’re acting weird again plus I’m telling mom that you made a scene and now everyone knows you’re my dad.”

Baji plants her on her feet,hands her back her bag and crosses his arms over his chest, “listen you little shit, I ain’t gots no kids so who do ya think ya calling dad, huh?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms and looking straight at him. It’s like a slap to the face as Keisuke realizes he might just be looking at the female version of him.

“So you have been smoking Uncle T’s weed again. Here’s what,you don’t tell that I beat Kurokawa’s ass and I won’t tell that you been smoking his juju herbs or that 3/4 of the female population in the school that has a crush on you now know that you’re my dad,deal?”

Same eyes, same smile and teeth, mannerisms, hair color. Yeahhhhh, that’s definitely my kid but, who the fuck did I make a kid with. Who the fuck did I even like enough to go raw in?

“That won’t be necessary because I already know.” Baji sees her freeze on the spot, a quiet curse slipping past her lips as someone is pulling her by her ear and before he can react, he’s being pulled by his ear too.

“Owwww, mom!”

Keisuke takes a look at the female she’s calling mom and smirks to himself cause no way was he this fucking lucky. Baji always knew you were fine as fuck under all those baggy clothes, hell he remembers having the hots from since he was 12 years old and now here you are dragging him by his ear with your fine ass self.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re smirking at Keisuke.” She grits out as she pulls both of them by their ear towards the car.In his hunched over state he catches his daughter’s face and they both smirk at each other.

Yeah, he definitely won at life.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Heyo! Saw you where doing a Halloween event and a few prompts weren’t taken sooo here i am!

could you do a modern au with a male reader who’s the stupid fearless type x Usopp with the prompt Summoning?

Thxs! Have a nice day/night!

-@ace-tiredtimes

Hi love!!!! I got excited to do this one I honestly love this one and having some with Usopp with is fearless is perfect match for him!!! Thank you so much for requesting!!!! I hope you enjoy love!!!

TW:passing of a loved one WC:600+

Grabbing the items you needed from the cabinet “wait how many times have you done this??” Usopp asked for some sweat drops forming on his temple. “Few times, it would be better to do it at a cemetery where the person is buried but since we are here and not near the site this will have to be done!” you chuckled. Usopp watches your drawing the outline of the summoning circle  adding the sigil symbols that work for when you summoned spirits. As you and Usopp became closer to me, he started talking about his mother. Her passing a few years ago when he was younger, you could see he missed his mother. Of course offering him to see her he was a bit hesitant at first but deep down he did want to see her. “There is nothing that would try to imitate her right?!” Usopp asked. “Some spirits do but you can honestly tell the difference when you see the spirit… you can feel energy.” Once getting up from your knees “you trust me right?” you asked him.

Giving a weary smile on his face “I- I trust you.”  He admires the way nothing seems to faze you and how you stood calm most of the time even in tough situations. Usopp himself did become bit less fear full than he was before but still had moments of feeling terrified. He was a strong believer in the supernatural and he didn’t want to mess with any bad juju that he would pay later on. “Shall we begin?” you asked him, Usopp nodded and took your hand as you  both got on your knees. Usopp in his pocket took the photo of his mother and placed it in the circle. “I’m right here and I wont leave your side.” giving his hand a squeeze reassuring him. “Thank _____.” he had a tint of pink grazing his cheek. 

Closing your eyes as you begin to chant the scripture that was imprinted  in your mind. Usopp peeked his eyes open and noticed the summoning circle began to glow. The picture itself began to glow and floated into the middle of the circle. You could feel his grip becoming a bit tighter, his heart racing rapidly. He noticed a figure forming , becoming more visible. He could see the gentle expression of the face he missed seeing. The curly hair resembles his own hair. “Mom..” you could hear the quiver in his voice. Opening your eyes you could see Usopp’s eyes glued onto the one that was standing in front of him. “My dear boy, look how you have grown. ”  She spoke softly, her eyes looking over at you “your the fellow keeping him happy.” she smiled your way. “He keeps me happy as well.” Looking over that your lover is still holding onto his hand. “We apologize if this was a sudden call from where you rest  place .”

“It's quite alright. I was looking forward to it, especially meeting you and seeing how you take care of my sweet boy.”  she let a small chuckle out. Both you and Usopp let out a laugh. “I’m lucky I’ve met someone like his mom. He brought the best out of me when we met.”

The comment made you blush. The conversation between you and his mother  would last for a few minutes until it was time for her to go “I wanted to mention something to you both before I leave. Keep fighting for your dreams and push forward. You both are doing so well and Usopp my son I’m proud how far you have come along you are an amazing pirate, and _____ thank you for showing my son what love is.”

[ihatebnha]

So uh. I don’t even remember where I found these. But the barbarian one has me MASSIVELY acting up. Like fantasy Bakugou is my ultimate weakness, I just love it so much. Please kidnap me and make me your wife, I’ll happily give you heirs

COUGH

Anyway

Also

Katsuki’s hair. I just love it so much. I know I’d drive him insane because I want to play with it all of the time. Whether we’re just friends, or S/O’s, or whatever. But he may allow it if you give him scalp massages

I dunno. Am I the only one who finds his hair irresistible?

I'm gonna let this one time slide because the Baku on the right does look to be official material and searching for the image on the left literally only gets me merch results, but just for next time, please include sources when u send me art! not that i don't enjoy it, just that i feel weird posting something that doesn't belong to me...

BUT! same!!! when barbarian!bakugo is done well... WHEWIE! maybe its just the whole "being rescued and/or desired as a wife by big stronk man who wants babbies" literally makes me lose my shit but ajkdfhajdsjfhk i don't care! i won't him!!!

also yes about his hair too!!! i havent had any writing juju in me lately, but i've always wanted to write something about playing/doing bakugo's hair. though he'd never admit it, i definitely think he's rather fond of a nice head scritch or scalp massage, and i have more than a few drafts of me talking about it LOL, lucky boy (bc i want my hair played with too, tbh)...

one of my favorite little daydreams just in general though is thinking about how many ponytails i could fit in a boy's hair, and especially bakugo's!!! i was actually just laughing to myself the other day (in the tags of one of the dad denki video posts) about the thought of one of your daughters trying to do his hair too dsjfaklsdkj ...

i bet she ends up really good at it🥰

[violettelueur]

— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + KUGISAKI NOBARA + GOJO SATORU || TAKING CARE OF THEIR SICK S/O

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 26 january

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon 

↳ request : Hello! Can I order headcanon's of the main trio + gojo of how they would take care of reader when they have the flu or are sick? Thank you!!! ~

↳ barista’s notes : hi there everyone~ how are you all? doing well? technically yesterday since it’s midnight here, but when i was answering question during my online class, i was listening to JJK ending song to fill in the silence and then my chemistry teacher scared me out of nowhere ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ (probably might upload a video later because i do have it on camera) but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come to the cafe again soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

When you have fallen ill, Itadori will confidently show that he is worried about you and will constantly ask if you are okay - even when you have fallen asleep, he will ask you in a whispered tone.

“Are you okay? Are you comfortable, baby? Do you need anything?” 

“Babe, I’m alright for now, I just want cuddles”

On the low, I feel like his bright personality is medicine itself and once you gain vitamin D from his smile, you are up and feeling better already.

When he finds you ill, he will slightly panic since he sort of doesn’t know what to do, but he will try to calm himself down - of course, he has taken care of his grandfather, it was mainly the hospital taking care of him most of the time.

He has an idea on what to cook for you - because ever since that little juju stroll, we know he can - he will cook you something that is light, so expect a bowl of the soup on your bedside table.

He will 100% feed you but let you take as much time as you need because we all know that when we are sick, we have no appetite - or is that just me?

He will sometimes forget if you have taken your medicine or not since his worries get the best of him - so please inform him that you have and don’t lie.

Just know he will buy a huge bottle of water and place it near you since you need to be hydrated - and the huge bottle is because he will forget to get you more water if you have finished a cup.

Cuddles! If you demand cuddles, he will happily waste no time to cuddle you - probably because he wants cuddles as well - and just hold you to keep you comfortable.

He knows he can’t kiss you since you refuse to since you don’t want him to get him ill as well, so he will kiss your cheek/forehead as a temporary solution for the time being.

If you can’t sleep, he will tell you about his day and what he did leading you to fall asleep at the sound of his voice.

He knows that it's not good for you, but he will give you some sweets and a few snacks to help you have some sugar in your system so you have some sort of energy.

Overall, Itadori will be such a caring person and will try his best to make sure you get better as quickly as possible since he is worried that he’s not really the best carer, so please tell him that you are thankful.

Fushiguro will be worried but somehow doesn’t express it and will lightly scold you for getting ill in the first place - well I’m sorry, but what did you expect when you were fighting in the rain for an extremely long time.

“I told you to take care of yourself and you decided to do the opposite?”

Once he has finished scolding you, he checks everything like temperature and how you’re feeling before asking if you have eaten or had anything to drink - even if you have, he will make you drink a glass of water and eat right in front of him, so he knows you have - he will also make you ginger tea with honey as well because he is such a gentleman.

Will also make you take your medicine in front of him so he knows that you have as well - before you were even sick, he would have painkillers within his pocket already.

Fushiguro will prepare you a bowl of fruits like oranges, strawberries, apples, grapes and more - because citrus does help with illness (he probably knew that from one of his non-fiction books)

He will offer to change into one of his shirts if you have a fever or his jumper if you have a cold since he doesn’t want you to stay in your ill-ridden clothing.

“Take this and change into, you can give it back to me later okay?”

If he has to go somewhere, he will summon his divine dogs so they can keep an eye on you while he is away - but he won’t do this when he is on a mission because I think he can’t summon more than one shikigami at a time.

When he comes back, both divine dogs are already on your bed cuddling with you because you lowkey beckoned them to - Fushiguro will be jealous and tries not to show it.

Other times, he will summon his rabbits to help comfort you and he will be surprised on how many can actually fit in your bed cause all of them surround you to keep you warm - even some will go under your arm to let you cuddle with them.

If you ask for cuddles, he will shyly invite himself into your arms but since you are ill, he will be the big spoon for now and play with your hair to help comfort you - but he has a small smile on his face because it’s his turn now and not his dogs hehe.

Since he can’t kiss you on the lips, he would kiss your hand the most as a sense of comfort to you and him.

If you don’t have a headache, Fushiguro will read to you since you love the sound of his voice and it is easier for you to fall asleep.

If he has to go on a mission, he will leave a note and after the mission, he will text you to make sure you are okay.

Overall, Fushiguro is extremely worried about you internally and will do anything to get you better to the best of his abilities - but still on the low will scold you for not taking care of yourself before apologising for not making sure you’re not okay (baby, it ain’t your fault….)

When she finds out that you are sick, she will flat out call you an idiot for getting sick in the first place before angrily worrying about you.

“Why did you get sick in the first place you idiot?! We were supposed to go out today!”

Once her sulking fit has finished, she will then begin to try her best to take care of you but I feel like she wouldn’t know where to start.

Of course, she knows that you have to take medicine but she wouldn’t know when - like is it after you eat something or before, so please guide her along.

I don’t think she can cook, so she will order something for you - please tell her it has to be something fit for an illness because she will order cakes - or demand one of the boys to make something for her to give to you (100% she will threaten Itadori to make it then somehow drag Fushiguro into the situation)

You can literally hear them arguing outside your door and it’s quite funny, to be honest - probably lifts up your mood slightly but expect a headache after.

Of course, this doesn’t stop her from ordering both you and her bubble tea because what’s more perfect.

Once you are done eating and taking your medication, she will probably online shop with you to make up for the sudden change of plans for the date you two were supposed to go on.

Kugisaki will also help you do your skincare, probably will make you sit on the edge of the bath and just help you apply your moisturizer on your face since she knows this is one way to make you feel better - it also helps take away the feeling of being sick.

She will also brush your hair for you, so it is not a complete mess for the whole day and will help you put it in a bun.

She will invite Maki into your room to have a girl’s talk because it’s probably one of the only times where you three get to talk to one another about anything - even though you would sort of struggle but they’ll make you laugh (don’t ever expect Itadori and Fushiguro to be invited)

When you two are alone, she would also cup your face and just bombard you with kisses upon your cheek to help you comfort you and will hug you with a little pout - she is still disappointed that she didn’t get to go out with you.

At the end of the day, expect cuddles and a Netflix marathon - you two probably watch a lot of K-Dramas and maybe some Bridgerton (never watched it by the way but I am planning to).

Overall, She will try her best to make you better in no time, but her top priority is to try to make it more enjoyable for you and make you feel extremely beautiful during the time you are ill because the feeling is just horrible.

When Gojo discovers that you are ill, he will tease you in the beginning once he finds you - it’s not like he doesn’t care, it’s just this is the one thing you can’t really tease/fight him back except for a pillow being thrown at him.

“Honey~ why didn’t you tell me you were lovesick? Awww~ you love me too much” - then will sing Lovesick Girls by BLACKPINK to annoy you more.

Disclaimer, he will either not let the pillow touch him due to his infinity or he will allow the pillow to hit him and then complain that now he is hurt.

However, after his little teasing session is done, Gojo will start to make sure you are feeling okay by asking you a few questions while comparing your temperature to his by placing his forehead against yours.

Once he has established how unwell you are, he will begin to step up everything needed like water, food and medicine because he never knows when he is going to get called up by the higher-ups for an urgent mission.

However, if he is lucky and doesn’t get called up, expect him to dote on you throughout the whole day and the whole time you are ill.

If Gojo can cook, he will make a whole three-course meal for you to eat since he wants you to be full and have some energy, but if he can’t cook, he will make Ichiji go out and buy you something/order something for you.

Gojo will feed the food to you and refuses you to hold the utensils since ‘you’re too weak for it’ - because he just wants to feed and you will tease you by pulling the fork/spoon away.

He will also help you drink the glass of water he has prepared for you and call you a ‘good girl’ after the meal because he knows that you don’t really have the appetite to eat in the beginning.

Gojo will also prepare you a bath overflowing bubbles to help make you feel better and warm - but don’t be surprised when he will join you to hold you close but will make an excuse by saying to make sure ‘you don’t overheat’.

He will change you into one of his black jumpers or his white shirt - depends on the season - and will call you cute no matter what even when you deny it because you are ill.

He will already cuddle with you before you even ask him to, so let’s be happy that this man’s love language is physical touch.

Gojo will try to kiss you on the lips even though you told him not to, so please cover your mouth and let him kiss the black of your hand - other than that, he will kiss anywhere on your body that you will allow.

If he knows he has to go on a mission later, he would sit by your side and hold your hand close to him until he is called - will also leave a note to tell you why he isn’t by your side if you are asleep with a cup of water right beside it.

Overall, Gojo is such a teasing man but also extremely loving towards you when you are ill, he just wants you to get better and will act as normal as he can, so you can’t tell that he is worried about you. 

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 28

*Warning: Adult Content*   

"Y'all sit down and enjoy your breakfast," Freya Hunter says. "I'll handle this."

She goes to the door with a straight spine and a grim expression and opens it before their visitor can ring the door-bell. 

On the other side, Darius L'Amour stands with one hand behind his back and his hat and walking stick in the other. 

He grins at Freya, bows at the waist and produces a dozen perfect red roses with a flourish. 

He must be a magician of some kind. 

Freya crosses her arms over her chest, her posture suggesting she's unimpressed and ignores the offering.

"Darius. What are you doing here?"

He looks her up and down. 

She's still in her sleepwear, which consists of a cutoff t-shirt, exposing her midriff and a pair of tiny shorts. 

Lifting his eyes back up to hers, he grins. 

"I missed you, lady. A king is but half a man without his queen."

Freya scoffs. 

"The only thing you're likely to be 'king' of is the nearest Walmart parking lot." 

She nods over his shoulder at the behemoth vehicle blocking the road. 

"Get lost."

"Freya!" Mr Hunter calls from the kitchen. 

"The man's clearly come a long way for a reason. Why don't you invite him in?"

Darius's grin widens, revealing unusually sharp teeth and his dark eyes sparkle with humor. 

"Yes, Freya, why don't you invite me in?" he asks.

"We'll be outside," Freya says, stepping through and slamming the door after herself.

"Bets on the roses," Julian says. 

"I say they're doomed."

"It's fifty-fifty," Dane agrees, still staring at the closed door. 

"Wonder what they fought about?"

Monty focus on his breakfast. 

If Freya hadn't shared the whole story with Dane yet, that was her business. 

Meanwhile, Kit looks between their plates with a frown.

"My eggs are different from yours," he says.

Mr Hunter returns to the table with a fresh pot of coffee and takes the seat on Kit's other side. 

"I know you said 'sunny, like Monty' but you strike me as more of a 'scrambled' boy. Go on and try it. If you don't like 'em, I'll make you something else."

Kit ducks his head again, blushing. 

"Yes, Sir. Joseph, sir."

Mr Hunter raises a brow at Monty but he just shakes his head. 

Kit's story is too much to tell over breakfast.

Meanwhile, the twins are causing chaos again. 

Luca somehow managed to eat half a stick of butter while no one was looking, and Luna got hold of the syrup bottle. 

Now, Julian struggles to get the girl to eat something other than maple syrup before the sugar-high hits, while Dane degreases her brother. 

Astrid Hunter looks on with a fond expression.

"You know, I wasn't sure I'd ever see you as a father, Dane," she says. 

"I'm glad I was wrong. You're a natural, both of you are."

Julian looks up from his battle and flashes her a smile. 

"Unnatural is more like it," he laughs. 

"Being mated to a man, this is one kind of 'accident' I thought I was safe from. But I don't regret it one bit," he adds, having finally interested Luna in a bite of Kit's scrambled egg.

Mrs Hunter smiles.

"In some ways, I think it's lucky you're not a Wolf, Juju. It still must be a challenge, living with three alphas."

Dane chokes on his coffee and Julian looks up, frowning. 

"Three?"

"The twins, I mean. Even at their age, I imagine they're a handful and the challenges only increase as they get older. Much as I love him, I'm glad I only had the one!"

She nudges Dane playfully in the arm but he's sitting very stiff and still and not looking at Julian at all. 

Julian, meanwhile, looks from him to my mom and back again. 

"I think I'm missing something."

Mrs Hunter's smile fades as she catches on to the tension and confusion her words have caused. 

Luna and Luca, too, seem to sense that it has something to do with them and stare back at her with their mismatched gold and purple eyes.

"Dane... you've told him, haven't you?" she asks.

Almost imperceptibly, Dane shakes his head.

"Oh, dear," she says, looking over at her husband. 

"Joseph, am I wrong? You sense it, too, don't you?"

"That I do," he says, reaching over to take Luna from Julian, lifting the little girl onto his lap. 

"An Alpha always knows other alpha-born. Just gotta look into their eyes to see it. I known it from the day of their naming ceremony."

"What does that mean?" Julian asks, swallowing. 

"I thought alpha-born were rare?"

"They are," Mom says quietly. 

"Very rare. To have two and twins, is either an incredible blessing, or..."

"Or what?" Julian breathes, repeating his question when he gets no answer. "Or what?"

Mom shakes her head grimly.

"It's for your Mate to explain, as he should have, long ago."

Julian's amethyst eyes fix on Dane and his brother Monty doesn't envy the man one bit.

"Dane?"

"Julian, I... I just haven't... I haven't got around to it yet."

Julian pushes his chair back and stands. 

"Monty, can you handle the twins for a bit?"

Monty clears his throat. 

"Of course."

"Astrid, Joseph, if you'll excuse me."

Mr and Mrs Hunter nod and Julian turns and makes his way upstairs.

"Excuse me, too," Dane mutters and rises to follow him. 

For an Alpha werewolf, he sure looks an awful lot like a dog who knows he's been bad.

"Oh my goodness," Mrs Hunter sighs, once they're out of sight. 

"I had no idea. How could Julian not know?"

"It's barely been two years since he learned he was Fae," Monty says. 

"He may have sensed, or 'known' on some level, but he'd have no idea what it meant."

"Oh, dear. I do hope he'll be alright."

"Julian is resilient," Mr Hunter says with surprising confidence. 

"Our son chose his Mate well."

Mrs Hunter glances his way.

"I was talking about our son. The Fae are fierce when angry."

"Ah. Indeed. And as for hybrid Fae-Wolf alphas..." he bounces little Luna on his lap, giving her a slice of sweet orange to suck on. 

"Who knows what destiny has in store for them?"

A few minutes pass in awkward silence as everyone finishes their meal and Monty is not sure if it's a good or bad thing that he doesn't hear screaming and shouting from either outside or upstairs. 

Kit and Monty take over the cleanup and Mr and Mrs Hunter retreat to the living area, sitting together on the couch, watching Luna and Luca as they play on the floor. 

It's good to see them together, just having a quiet moment to themselves. 

Being both Alphas and fast healers, they've bounced back quickly from their ordeal but it was still an ordeal and not an easy one to forget.

And on top of that, they have the loss of their house to contend with and now trouble brewing left, right and center. 

Luckily, they know they can count on the rest of them and that even alphas don't have to carry all the weight. 

That's what Pack is for.

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

Monty is just finishing up the dishes when the front door opens and Freya returns. 

Darius follows, looking pleased with himself and Monty sees that Julian's lost his bet, Freya holds the roses and they look none-the-worse for wear. 

She joins Monty in the kitchen, pulling a vase down from a high shelf and filling it with water before plunking the roses in.

"You alright?" he asks her.

She glances sideways at him. 

Her makeup is smudged by the traces of recent tears but the corners of her lips twitch with a barely contained smile.

"Yeah, we're alright," she says. 

"I guess 'fool' runs in the family, huh?"

Monty dries the last dish and reaches to put it away on the shelf, answering in an undertone. 

"You got that right. Mom spilled the alpha-Faebie beans by accident."

"Shit. Julian?"

"Upstairs with Dane. They've been quiet, and I don't know if that's a good thing, or bad."

"I know the feeling," she glances towards the living room, where Darius is busy introducing himself to our parents and apparently charming them. 

“Vampire' puts a whole new spin on 'guess who's coming to dinner.”

Monty Hunter snorts. 

"Does Darius laugh at your jokes?"

Freya Hunter smiles. 

"Yeah."

"He make you laugh, too?"

"He does."

Monty nods. 

"Dad'll be just fine with him, then. Mom's the one he'll have to impress. She's good at seeing to the heart of people and things. If he's got a good one, she'll know."

Freya looks towards the living room, a thoughtful pinch to her brows. 

"Yeah. But then why couldn't she see through Jake?"

"Good question," Monty agrees. 

"You did."

"Dane liked him, though," she argues, 

"And Dane doesn't like anyone, off the bat."

"True enough. Maybe Darius has some insight to share. He's been hunting monsters a while now, hasn't he?"

"Since the first one crawled out of a Louisiana swamp, the way he tells it."

He doesn't know how long ago that might have been but he’s guessing it's at least a while. 

Darius L'Amour is, objectively, a handsome man. 

He has dark skin with a cool undertone, short black hair and brown eyes that sparkle with sharp intelligence and quiet humor. 

His features are balanced and pleasant, neither too rugged nor too soft and his physique is trim and toned with understated strength. 

His voice is a mellow bass and he speaks at a relaxed, measured pace that puts a listener at ease. 

His clothes are very fine, if outdated, giving him the appearance of a gentleman out of time. 

On the other hand, he wears talismans about his neck, rings on his fingers, gold hoops in his ears and his hands are covered in strange tattoos made of tiny dots and swirls. 

The atmosphere in his presence is that of a dark, mysterious night, filled with firefly magic and secret promises and with a hint of danger, too.

He reminds Monty of a sleepy panther, purring contentedly with his eyes half shut, peaceful at the moment but woe to the one who forgets the claws and teeth. 

In other words, he's exactly Freya's type. 

As they join him and their parents, Darius rises and offers Freya his chair but she gives him a look and drops onto the couch beside her father.  

Kit and Monty take the love seat. 

Well, Monty takes up most of it and Kit squeezes in at his side.

"It seems I have arrived at an opportune time," Darius says, smiling as he meets Freya's eyes. 

"To be of service. Your folks were just filling me on the details. You should have summoned me earlier, child. I assure you, this 'Mr. Nash' would not have escaped me unscathed, if he escaped at all."

Monty bristles a little at the implication but Freya comes to his defense.

"Well, I didn't 'summon' you at all and you weren't here, so your 'assurances' mean nothing. 'Sides, you didn't see him. If he was a match for Monty, he'd be more than a match for you."

Darius looks my way and chuckles softly. 

"Your brother has a mighty heart but a gentle soul. I can see it in his eyes, he is no killer. Whereas, I..." he says, lifting a shoulder.

Mr Hunter leans forward. 

"Well, Mr. L'Amour, if my daughter didn't ask you here to help us, why have you come?"

Darius smiles broadly.

"Truth be told, Mr. Hunter, I have made certain proposals to your daughter and to my very great surprise, I have been rejected out of hand."

Darius glances at Freya, who scowls at him with her arms crossed but continues undeterred.

"Now, usually, I would respect a lady's wishes and remove my attentions if I found them unwelcome. However, I do believe that in this case, some persistence is warranted. It is my sincere belief that my feelings are returned but that the nature of my intentions is in doubt and so I have come to make those intentions absolutely clear."

His eyes gleam with a faint, inner light as he looks between my parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, I am deeply in love with your daughter and have been for some years. I intend to pursue her heart and hand, to spend the rest of my existence at her side and to make her happiness my primary concern. To that end, I would very much like to have your blessing in the endeavor."

Freya glares fire at him and Monty feels like Darius might be lucky there are no more accelerants lying around. 

Mr and Mrs Hunter exchange a glance and Astrid Hunter shrugs as if to say 'this one's all yours, champ.'  

Alpha Joseph purses his lips at her and sighs.

"Darius, you seem like a fine... er... young man," he says. 

"But you do understand our Freya's not exactly an... 'old-fashioned' kind of girl, don't you?"

"Dad!" Freya hisses and gently nudges him in the ribs.

"I know that she is a beautiful woman, inside and out," Darius replies, keeping his eyes on Freya as he speaks. 

"I respect her and I know how important her family is to her. Therefore, I wish to gain your acceptance and respect, in return."

Mr Hunter clears his throat. 

"What I mean is, her choices are her own," he says. 

"As with all my children, my main concern is her happiness. If you make her happy and if she'll have you, then you shall have my blessing."

"Fair enough," Darius agrees, and grins, showing his very white, very sharp teeth. 

"I look forward to the day I may call you father. In the meantime, tell me how I can be of help."

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

Over the next hour, Freya's frostiness gradually thaws. 

She sits on the larger sofa with Darius, speaking quietly as they discuss the finer details of our adventures so far. 

Mr Hunter has gone upstairs again to rest and Mrs Hunter is on the phone with the bank and various insurance agencies, reciting birthdays and social security numbers on a loop. 

Kit and Monty are reading, Kit having learned with surprising rapidity. 

Monty wonders if this is why the Mortaines tried to keep him ignorant, he learns so fast, Monty never has to repeat a thing twice. 

Kit only pauses to ask him the meaning of a word, now and then. 

When, eventually, Monty doesn't know what 'obdurate' means, he downloads a dictionary app on his phone and shows him how to use it. 

After that, he's quiet except for the occasional whisper as he sounds a word out to himself and the rustle of the turning page. 

Sometime later, Dane comes downstairs. 

Monty sets his book aside as Dane joins them and glances over his shoulder but there's no sign of Julian.

"Is he okay?" Monty asks and Dane swipes a hand over his ropy hair and blows out a breath. 

He looks exhausted.

"I hope so. I did my best, Monty. I explained, and told him all the things I've been afraid of, but..." he says blinking and looking past Monty out the window and a bleak, haunted look crosses his face like a passing cloud.

"But what?"

"He's threatened to take the kids to Faerie, until the danger's passed."

"Can he do that?" Monty asks, concerned and confused. 

"Would he do that?"

"I don't know," he says, shaking his head. 

"Gods. If I could have foreseen any of this, I..."

"Dane..." Monty says, touching his arm and Dane looks up at him, his eyes red-rimmed with stress and emotions he probably shouldn't suppress.

"You wanna learn how to be a great Alpha? You don't gotta look far." Monty nods towards the stairs and towards the kitchen, where their mother still sits in the minor hell of the 'hold' line. 

"Our parents lead one of the strongest, most respected Packs on the continent. Not the most numerous, or the most feared, or the wealthiest – but no one's challenged their leadership for nigh on forty years. That's saying something. You ought to pay attention to that."

"You're right, Monty," Dane says and presses a hand to his eyes. 

"You're right, of course. It's just... I'm afraid."

That's not something his brother admits every day and he can't hide his surprise. 

"You? Afraid of what?"

Dane takes a deep breath.

"I'm afraid that the only way we can beat this 'Ferrault' guy, is if I take the Alpha. And taking the Alpha will come with a price that I'm afraid to pay."

"What price?"

Dane lowers his hand and looks up at Monty. 

"You know."

Kit gets it before he does, drawing a sharp gasp of breath.

"If the Dire comes and he challenges..." Kit says softly and Dane nods. 

"Yeah. If I'm the Alpha, then that challenge is mine to take."

[cafedanslanuit]

how would the obey me boys would react to drunk mc touching them inappropriately in front of everyone? thanks for the jumin eating commoners food hc, it was great! since its already my 3rd request, call me anon Su ^^

Hello, anon Su! Hope you’re doing well <3 And I’m glad you liked the hc for Juju eating commoners food ~ Here’s your request for the obey me boys! Small warning about a bit of nsfw themes lol, but nothing too explicit.

Lucifer

You’re both having lunch with Diavolo an Barbatos. The menu is better than when you used to eat with the other brothers and you plan on making a group demand about better food because Beel deserves better.

Lucifer is going over with Diavolo about a tournament that will take place in RAD but you’re not really paying attention. You eat a bite and even though it’s delicious you can’t help but feel bored. So you keep drinking more and more wine, trying to distract yourself. Before you know it, you notice yourself a little dizzy.

Your boyfriend keeps talking and you decide to have a little fun with him. You wait until he takes a sip of his wine and leaves a ghost of a violet trace in his lower lips. You lean closer and wipe it slowly with your thumb, making sure to look at him in the eyes just in the way you know he likes. You smirk at him when you’re done and go back to your position, taken a bite of the steak in front of you, never breaking eye contact with him.

Everyone goes silent for a moment. Diavolo laughs softly and starts talking with Lucifer again and just when you thought you had lost, you feel a hand under the table squeezing your knee harshly. You can’t help but grin as you wonder how will the first born will make you pay for this.

Mammon

You’re both drunk. Not only you, but every brother is the drunkest they’ve ever been. You had organized an impromptu party and somehow, everyone had agreed. Even Levi, who was very passionately explaining a TSL story on a board.

Mammon is louder than ever, and now that you’re both dating, he can’t keep his hands off you. His arm is always around your waist, holding you close and bringing you with him wherever he goes. You can’t stop laughing at it, even when he needs to use both hands, he finds a way to keep touching you.

For the first time in the night, it seems he finally has to let you go. The beers had taken a toll on him and by the way his legs were squirming, you know he has to go to the bathroom. He excuses himself and promises he will be right back.

You don’t know what got into you, but before you can think about it, you slap Mammon’s ass as he stands up so loud that every brother stops what they’re doing and look at you both.

Your face is deep red but you manage to laugh it out and add a flirty: “Well, don’t make me wait”, at a very confused and equally embarrassed Mammon, who just manages to quickly leave the hall as everyone shares a laugh and go back to their previous endeavours.

Leviathan

Same demon brothers’ impromptu party.

Only this time, Levi wasn’t really up for it. He brought his Switch to the party and keeps playing, ignoring everyone and refusing to drink. At Satan’s insistence, he accepted a bottle of beer but still didn’t try to join the party.

You’ve tried everything by now, from batting your lashes to literally trying to take the device of his hands, but nothing seemed to work. So you started drinking. A lot.

You didn’t realise how much time has gone by, but you were officially drunk now. You were drinking by Asmo’s side when you saw Mammon teasing Levi.

“Asmo’s gonna steal your girl if ya’ don’t stop playing, Levi! Hey, listen to me!”

You giggled a little, knowing that won’t stop your boyfriend from playing. Mammon, pretty drunk himself, kept pushing him and you tried your best to ignore it, until you heard somethin that ticked you off.

“This is why people don’t like otakus, ya’ know? They’re boring”.

Not under your watch.

Levi may not be a party guy, but he definitely wasn't boring. And you weren’t going to let anyone diminish him, when you had been working so hard on making him love himself more.

So, you walked to the couch and kneel beside Levi. Not caring about what could anyone say, you hug Levi tightly to your chest, his face buried in your breasts. You’re so drunk you don’t realize the sexual tension in your hug, thinking you’re just cuddling your lover. You almost miss the sound of Levi’s Switch falling on the floor.

“Hey, don’t mess with my man!” you argued with Mammon and sticked your tongue out. “He’s not boring, he’s really cool, you just can’t realize it. I’m in love with this otaku, and I think he loves me too”

“Well, he definitely loves your breasts” an inebriated Asmo teased you, making everybody laugh.

You looked at him, confused, until you look down and realize Levi’s face is still pressed to your chest. You let him go and tried really hard not to laugh at how red his face was and how he was unable to talk. You whisper an apology and sit next to him. You turned your head at him.

“You okay?” you asked. 

“That was… nice” he replied his face flushed. You laughed softly and picked up his Switch from the floor, handing it to him.

He turned it off

you can fight me on this but levi is a boobs man i will die on this hill

Satan

You both loved wine. More than wine, you loved drinking wine together. It was a Friday night, school was over and you had gone to Satan’s room to share a bottle of wine with him, while you chatted about whatever topic your boyfriend had been reading about recently. You loved debating with him and even researching about it on his library mid-debate.

A bottle of wine became two, and three and four. You were really drunk and whilst he wasn’t as drunk as you, he definitely looked a little more disheveled than usual.

“I’m hungry” you announced, kneeling on Satan’s bed. He arched an eyebrow, smiling at you.

“So?”

“Cook me something? Please?” you asked, pouting a little. Satan smiled, pecking you on the lips.

“No. But we can order something” he replied. You nodded and let yourself fall on his bed dramatically while he used his D.D.D. to order food.

“Hope I’m still alive by then” you sighed, gaining an honest laugh from your boyfriend, who put himself on top of you. He looked at you intensely, and you could see in his eyes the wine had definitely done something to him.

“C’mon, let’s make use of this thirty minute wait” he suggested, smirking. Before you could reply, he clashed his lips on yours, eliciting a moan.

Thirty minutes came faster than you expected (as did you, sorry not sorry for that pun). Both of you decided to go to the kitchen and prepare everything so you could go back to his room. Satan put his pants and shirt on, while you also put your uniform blouse and skirt the best that you could.

When you got to the kitchen, your food was already on the table. “You’re lucky Beel is out” Belphie commented, sitting on the kitchen counter while he idly ate some cereal. Asmo was also there, and giggled at both yours and Satan’s clothing choice. “You stink of alcohol and sex. Please keep in mind my proposal, Satan, remember the more the merrier” he winked, making you laugh.

Satan just chuckled at the comment, concentrating at separating both your orders in two plates. You hugged him from the back possessively, sticking your tongue out to Asmo.

“Mine!” you joked. You pressed your cheek on Satan’s back, your hands roaming around his stomach, feeling delighted his abs. The alcohol still in your body made you feel bold, as you let your hands wander underneath Satan’s shirt. You felt his muscles clenching as you caressed his chest and abs. Just when you were about to make your way down south, you heard a frustrated groan from behind.

Belphie was still sitting on the counter with a disgusted face. “Please go back to your room, this isn’t a brothel. And Asmo is about to jump on you both”. You saw a pink aura around Asmo and how his eyes were a little bit darker. By then, Satan had finished preparing the tray, so you turned around and went back to your room, not before grabbing another bottle of wine.

Asmodeus

You didn’t really need alcohol to get handsy with him, not caring who was around you.

It soon became old to have any of the brothers walk in on you when you were both making love in any room of the house. Poor Beel really wanted his custard, but didn’t know how to politely tell you both so top fucking against the refrigerator.

One day you were both on Asmo’s bath, drinking champagne and taking your time to relax together. You suddenly thought of something fun to do that you hadn’t tried before and when you told Asmo about your plan he was so in.

For the first part of your plan, you had gone to Levi’s room. You knocked the door and when he finally opened it, you told him there was a package from Akuzon in the living room, which you thought was for him. He run down the stairs and you took your chance to enter his room alongside Asmo, hiding behind one of Levi’s shelves.

Levi came back, murmuring something about you wasting his time because the package definitely said Satan, not Leviathan. He put his headphones back on and resumed his videogame. You gestured to Asmodeus to be quiet and winked at him. He quickly was all over you, pressing you against the wall. You could feel how hard he was already, the idea of both of you making love in front of Levi while he didn’t notice was something you hadn’t tried before. You were wearing a dress because of its easy access and Asmo was wearing a pair of loose leggings.

Not long before, Asmo was pulling down your panties and thrusting inside of you. You put a hand on your mouth, trying your best to not make any sound. You looked at Levi, his back to you both, and was still playing his video game, unaware you two were fucking behind him. The thrill of this new experience made you come quicker than you usually did. Taking joy in not having been discovered so far, you helped Asmo finish by kneeling and taking him into your mouth.

Both of you were done and felt like laughing when you realized Levi was still innocently playing. Just as you were about to plan a way to escape, Levi left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen. A couple of seconds later Asmo and you looked at each other and took your chance, running out of Levi’s room, dissolving in giggles the moment you arrived back in Asmo’s room.

Beelzebub

Back to the brothers’ hall impromptu party.

Beel is contently sitting on one couch, while you’re sitting on his lap. You have had the idea of trying to keep up with him and his drinking, which was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had. You were really drunk and Beel wasn’t even dizzy. You wished you had thought he was almost double your size, triple your weight and A DEMON, of course he could handle more alcohol than you.

Beel had ordered food because he couldn’t just drink. Everyone had eaten from his large order, and now the only thing that was left was a small pool of chocolate on a plate were previously had held fruit bathed in dark chocolate.

All the brothers were drinking and sharing a moment, when your drunk shelf put decided to put their finger on the plate and then pass it across Beel’s cheek.

Everybody looked at you confused, but the most adorable of all was Beel, whose eyes were open and, far from being mad, was wondering why was you just put some melted chocolate on his cheek.

Before he could ask, you gave a long lick to his cheek, wiping the chocolate off of Beel.

“Get a room” Satan commented, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink.

Asmo cuddled up on Beel’s other side and made heart eyes at him. “You know, if MC is into this, we could really get creative with our leftovers and…”

“Asmo, no” Beelzebub said, not even looking at him. His eyes were still lost on your face, not knowing how to react to your boldness. You gave him a sheepishly grin and gave his cheek a peck.

“I’m sorry, I’m drunk” you excused yourself, a little hiccup leaving your body. Beel tenderly chuckled and mirrored you, staining your cheek with leftover melted chocolate and licking it. You bit your lip and you both left the party, ignoring Mammon’s complains and Asmo’s disappointed sigh.

“So… any room I can crash in tonight?” Belphie asked.

Belphie

This baby is not one for physical touching.

But oh boy, when he’s drunk… he can’t stop touching you. It’s not as clear as Mammon, but it’s almost as possessive as Lucifer’s. 

If you’re talking with someone, he’ll shamelessly put his hand on your thigh and caress it up and down, until the other person is so uncomfortable they’ll just leave.

At first you were a bit concerned about this behaviour, but then you realized it was only while he was drunk. Once he sobered up, he wouldn’t act so jealous.

At the brothers’ party, you started drinking heavily and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Belphie was talking with Satan when you sat down next to him. Before he could do anything, you put a hand of his thigh, waiting for him to act on it. You thought he would touch your thigh as well, make a sarcastic comment about it or let you touch him in silence, but you were greatly surprised when you felt Belphie grabbing your hand and putting it on top of his crotch.

You gasped in surprise and Satan choked on his drink, excusing himself quickly.

“Don’t test me, MC” Belphie warned in a slurred tone that indicated you he was as drunk as you were. You took that as a dare more than a warning.

You leaned over and pressed a kiss between his ear and the point were his jaw began. You felt a known twitch under your hand that hadn’t moved from where Belphie had put it.

“C’mon” Belphie quickly muttered, taking your hand and leaving the hall together.

[youcanhavemybackanyday]

IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY SUNSHINE CHELSEA!! 💗💙💜 I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH AND I AM SO THANKFUL THAT WE ARE FRIENDS!!! YOU ARE THE SWEETEST SOUL TO EVER EXIST AND I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART!! MAY ALL YOUR WISHES AND DREAMS BECOME REALITY BC YOU DESERVE ALLLLL THE GOOD IN THIS WORLD MY LOVE 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥳🥳🥳

JUJU!! BABE!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY!! 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH LOVE!! YOU'RE SUCH AN AMAZING FRIEND AND I'M SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU!! NO YOU'RE THE SWEETEST!! YOU HAVE SUCH AN AMAZING HEART AND BEAUTIFUL SOUL!! HAHA DREAMS AND WISHES AKA BUDDIE HAPPENING 😉. AGAIN, THANK YOU LOVE!! YOU'RE LITERALLY MY FAVORITE PERSON!! SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE!! 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘💜💜💜💜

(Enjoy some cute gifs of some of my favorite boys! Buddie wouldn't pop up 🥺)

[lamiasluck]

An Eye for Art

Here’s my first non ego story! Set in a high end art auction, one piece differs from the rest. A classic haunted painting with a gruesome story, as well as many past buyers that returned it time and time again. It seems like a lost cause to sell, if not for a strange man with an eye for the spiritual.

@emptynarration @alvie-ashgrove @shy-marker-pliers @juju-on-that-yeet @m4delin @lildevyl @verse2wo @ferociousfangirlofmanyfandoms (sorry if you don’t wanna be tagged uwu)

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The lively crowd travelled around the room with an eager attitude amongst all of them. All strangers, for the most part, but all united with the common interest of tonight’s gathering. A love for the arts. Or, more specifically, a love for buying things in an auction. Rich and pompous people throwing away their money and overindulging in fancy champagnes. Nothing more the dull hearts could need.

With numbered auction paddles in hand, the group bid on various works of art from all sorts of mediums. Many artists were getting their hefty dose of recognition from the rich connoisseurs. One spent half a decade carving a detailed statue of an angel and earned enough money to make a stone army. A painting, one of a detailed setting of cultures, was made by a man that almost missed the auction because he overslept. Truly, this was a game for anyone looking for their slice of fame.

All, but one, of the artists showed up to take credit for their hard work and revel in the praise. There was something for all walks of life on this particular night. The group setting it up got lucky with the pieces they could gather. Though, one of the pieces would be concerning to want.

As the night went on and the artworks got new owners, there was one piece left by the podium. An antique, by the looks of it, with beautiful, hand-carved framework and a setting of a valley, with women frolicking through a meadow. On the surface, it seemed lovely, however, the crowd exchanged wary glances amongst each other, like it was hideous. No artist taking credit for it, no one showing any interest. The auctioneer cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I know you must be tired of seeing this thing, folks, but it was recently donated back by the last buyer,” he explained. There was a tight smile on his face as he tried to lighten the mood. “How many does that make now? Two? Four? Maybe six, if you count the guy that could handle it for an hour…” he laughed lightly. Didn’t get many others chuckling with him.

Barely anyone wanted to look at the painting, let alone bid on it. Clearly, no one wanted it, by what the auctioneer saw. All those paddles stayed firmly to everyone’s laps. In a way, it looked like there were more statues for sale. A simple nod of the head could be interpreted as a bid, after all, if the auctioneer is that desperate. And he was. 

This painting had a story. Frequent attendees knew it too well by this point. The Valley Girls had a long history of buyers, ignorant or curious alike. Many could only handle the painting for about a week. An old piece with a background of murder and vengeance hiding behind that cheery setting of flowers and sunshine. The auctioneer let out a heavy sigh, shivering even standing near the damn thing. Those valley girls had small, but piercing eyes that seemed to follow whoever looked at them.

“I’ll be easy on everyone. Can I get, say, $50?” The auctioneer scanned the crowd for anything. “Going once…” The crowd stayed silent, which wasn’t surprising. “Twice…” Maybe this painting would be better off burned. It doesn’t matter if it’s made with rare oil paints, or that the frame was carved from the finest oak. Something like this shouldn’t exist.

“Oh, I’m sorry-!” a quiet voice spoke up, followed by a raised paddle to make the last second bid, Number 4, something no one had seen this entire night.

Everyone looked to see a young man standing behind the crowd. Short in height, so it was easy to miss him, but he dressed just as proper as everyone else here, in a suit jacket and turtleneck. He fidgeted with his glasses, looking down as everyone stared at him. 

“Sorry… I was thinking to myself.” This man kept his paddle raised. The only confident thing about him. 

“Are you sure, sir?” the auctioneer asked.

The man nodded. “Yes, that’s in my budget.” Everyone else looked shocked. Such a kind and shy man was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

It simply wasn’t believable. “Do you know what this is?” Screw making a sale, the auctioneer was concerned. “The history?”

Another nod. “Yes… I’ve done my research,” the man replied, confused. “I know about all that… and a couple interesting facts!” He pointed to the corner of the painting. “Those red dots there aren’t more flowers, actually. It’s the blood… from the murder… um.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry, that’s a bummer fact… ignore me.” He ducked his head again and let his fluffy, black hair hide his embarrassed face.

Well, at this point, couldn’t deny a bid. “You can put the paddle down now,” the auctioneer whispered and was met with another quiet apology. He got the crowd’s attention back to continue, albeit much quicker. “Do I hear 75? Going once, twice- sold! To the man that shares too much.”

Very hesitant applause followed. Everyone gave the man odd looks, before talking amongst themselves as they dispersed. The last piece had been sold and the night was coming to a close. Not necessarily leaving on a high note, but overall it was a fun night. The auctioneer guided people who purchased artwork to pay and find ways to carefully bring it home. The odd man stayed by the side lines to let everyone pass by. Better not draw any more attention, especially with the judgemental glances he was getting. 

Once everyone paid for their things and the artists began bidding their goodbyes with their pieces, the man went over to collect his painting. That auctioneer was still around, watching over things and keeping a curious eye for the haunted painting. Such a timid man bought the damn thing. He was small, not just height wise, but he carried a demeanour that didn’t want to be seen. Hands that constantly fidgeted with his glasses, shoulders slumped to make his posture tinier, nervous expressions. God, this man was going to die by whatever demons plagued the Valley Girls.

“Can I get your name, sir?” a receptionist asked.

“Xander,” his voice was still as quiet as ever, “Collins… Xander Collins. Sorry…” He gave a shy smile. “Should I spell it out or…?” “That’s alright, mister Collins,” she reassured. “I think I got it. Enjoy your painting, if you can.” 

It was cheap enough that Xander could pay for it with cash. Looked like she, and many others, were rushing the process to get it out of here as soon as possible. Still, it was packaged nicely and the perfect size for him to carry himself. Now to give everyone a peace of mind and be on his way. 

“Excuse me.”

Xander flinched, looking back and seeing the auctioneer heading towards him. He gulped. “Yes…?”

“Sorry, just wanted to ask a couple questions. It’s scratching at my mind, I suppose,” he chuckled awkwardly. “I’ve never seen someone know the backstory of this thing and buy it. You one of those ghost hunters?”

Ah yes, the classic question. Xander was used to it, but he still fidgeted under the other’s gaze. “I guess I collect art like this… it’s a hobby of mine,” he explained. “I’m an exorcist.”

The auctioneer hummed in curiosity. “Oh~ So you’re gonna kill the ghost! I get it.”

“No-! Never!” Xander sputtered, before clearing his throat and looking down. “Sorry… I just- I don’t hurt the ghosts. Sorry.”

“What? Then what are you doing with them? Playing patty cake?”

Xander shook his head, frowning slightly. “I help them pass on… peacefully. They’re stuck here and helpless.” In a way, the spirits were humans still, and he certainly didn’t want to treat another human with malice. Not with how gently he held the painting against his chest. 

“Oh, I see. Kinda.” The auctioneer furrowed his brows and looked at Xander with a puzzled expression. “Well, you have fun with that, then. No refunds.” He turned on his heels, walking away quickly. 

Xander breathed a sigh of relief as he’s finally left alone. The trip to his car was easy after that. He placed the painting in the passenger's seat, not crazy enough to buckle it in like a person, thankfully. Though, the idea did make him giggle. 

The air was tense with the painting beside him, making a shiver crawl down his spine. Still, he didn’t falter. He was as confident as ever compared to how he acted in front of the others. “I’m glad I finally found you, Mary Ann,” he hummed in content. “That place was scary…” He gripped the steering wheel tightly, before taking a deep breath. 

The painting obviously didn’t speak back, but Xander didn’t expect anything. “Everything will be okay… hopefully.” With his research, it should be fine. Doubt was always a tricky problem, though. “I’ll do my best…”

Some may say Xander had a dangerous hobby. The art pieces he collected had very real stories of people getting hurt or traumatized, after all. However, he had his precautions. Be respectful. Be patient. Be helpful. No running away screaming for him, not with a job to do. 

Not many would praise the strange boy hunting for ghosts to save, but it was an interesting hobby. Every time a spirit felt at ease and passed on in Xander’s presence, he took pride. Ghosts were simply unfortunate souls that got stuck in a confusing situation. So, he doesn’t mind going the extra mile for their sake, even if he could only make a dent in his effort. One art auction at a time.