#like he is naturally loud but when hes just chilling bro is like a ghost

[babyblankyerror]

Headcanon based on myself because Comfort character = me but

Stanley used to be barefoot a lot as a kid but as he grew older he began wearing socks inside his home instead of slippers or shows like everyone else. Why? Because socks mask the sound of his footsteps easier, he can go undetected better, gets him in less trouble.

Also he becomes quite good at not making noise when he walks with shoes or slippers later on which ends up in him accidentally sneaking up on people

[cassahina]

Headcanons for my favorite queer Danganronpa ships (+AroAce Chihiro): Dr1 & Udg~

Celesgiri:

- They are the two who start dating after consistent events of being done with everyone else’s shit together. It was probably the fifth time Leon got his good throwing hand stuck in a pickles jar where they decided to say fuck these people and make out in the closest that night, ditching their friends game night in the middle of charades.

- When Celestia first saw Kyoko’s hands without her gloves on, she was shocked. Not so much because of the scars, but because of the look of shame and discomfort that was blatant in Kyoko’s features. That night they had a talk and Celestia repeatedly told Kyoko that she was beautiful and reassured her that Celestia adored her. That would be the same night where they shared their first “I love you”s.

- Kyoko is one of the very few people who know about Celestia’s vampire fetish and always teases her about it. For Halloween she decided to surprise her by dressing up as one, and Kyoko swears she has never seen Celestia blush so much.

- Celestia loves to teasingly flirt with Kyoko whenever Kyoko is busy. She definitely looked up pick up lines and fancy French terms of endearment to use before Kyoko starts her work. Kyoko always rolls her eyes at Celestia’s antics, but deep down inside they both know they are the highlight of Kyoko’s day.

Ikuzono:

- Sayaka loves to kiss the few scars Mukuro has and has only shown her. It’s always a very intimate and vulnerable moment for the two, and Mukuro always gets a bit worried and insecure when she shows them so Sayaka happily reassures Mukuro that she is beautiful before showering her in kisses.

- Mukuro has definitely beaten up a few guys who have stared at Sayaka for too long in a certain way before. Having an idol for a girlfriend is rough, but thankfully it allows her to flex her amazing strength and muscles, which Sayaka always finds hella attractive and will thank her with a kiss, regardless of whether the paparazzi is there or not.

- Mukuro sometimes has nightmares about Junko. During these nights Sayaka will come in, spoon her, and quietly sing Mukuro back to sleep until she is snoozing again while snuggled up in Sayaka’s arms.

- Mukuro has a wolf onesie while Sayaka has a koala bear onesie and they always have cuddly dates in them at least once a month (once it was every night of the week for two months). Mukuro always gets bashful wearing her onesie, meanwhile Sayaka is just gushing over how cute her girlfriend is.

Tokomaru/Syomaru:

- They always share a bed ever since the udg events. Even when Toko got over her worry about ghosts, they still share a bed and stay up late talking to each other until they both pass out. It’s really helpful for times when one of them has a nightmare as sometimes Toko doesn’t wake up, so Komaru just quietly holds her and soothes Toko as she calms down in her sleep.

- Jill loves to gush on Komaru and show off. She’s actually decently strong, so they will carry Komaru around and bench press her at times to show how strong they are and how they can protect her like how they protect Toko. (Jill is a protector alter for Toko’s DID system, and that protective nature rubs off onto Komaru after they start dating and as Jill grows more and more fond of Komaru)

- Komaru and her girlfriends love to take baths together. It started off when Toko was in a depressive swing and Komaru helped her get through the necessities (cooking Toko meals, brushing her hair, etc.) and it ended up making Toko very happy, so they continued to do it. Toko likes bubble baths and Jill loves bath bombs, and Komaru always brings scented candles so it’s always just a nice relaxing moment between the girlfriends.

- Toko is a little spoon who will never admit that fact out loud, while Jill is a big spoon. Komaru loves it because she constantly gets to be both the big spoon and the little spoon, and cuddle times with her girlfriends always leaves her in a state of pure bliss.

Ishimondo:

- Mondo was probably Taka’s last straw before he accepted the fact that he liked guys. Like he is chill with gay people but he never fully saw himself as one, constantly questioning it but thanks to heteronormativity he repressed those thoughts a bit, and then he looks at Mondo and went “ah, so this is what it means to ‘gay panic’”.

- Mondo likes to follow Taka to help him keep the others in line with school rules. Whenever someone seems to question Taka or is about to berate Taka for being so stringent, they get a death glare from Mondo that reads “you better listen to my boyfriend”. Taka always thinks it’s his authority that makes the others listen out of respect, and Mondo doesn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

- Bro is their casual tough guy way of a cute pet name for each other. This is mainly because Mondo called Taka babes once, and Taka gay panicked so much that he passed out. Poor baby couldn’t handle how soft it made him. It was both very concerning and very cute to Mondo who ended up watching over Taka until he regained his composure.

-they are like so supportive of everyone else, either being the big gay brothers or the dads of everyone else. They have a mlm-wlw solidity with Sakuraoi where they take care of everyone and all the baby gays. They also have monthly game nights where they playfully compete against each other in a joke battle between the gays and the lesbians. Just lots of lgbtq+ jokes and fluff and support, all in good fun and never any hard feelings towards who wins and who loses. Really they are just a badass yet very considerate and soft couple with one another.

Sakuraoi:

- Aoi definitely asked Sakura out first, and knowing her it was either to get something to eat with her or to work out together. They both really admire each other so they would be down for whatever, but neither is big on PDA in public besides hugging and hand-holding and the occasional kiss on the cheek or pet name. It took the others about a month to realize the two were dating because they were so casual about it and both forgot to tell the others, figuring the other had already done so.

- So much body positivity from both of these girls. For real, imagine comments like Ishimaru accidentally calling Sakura a guy happens all the time, so it probably means the world when Aoi just love spams a million gender neutral and feminine compliments telling Sakura how beautiful she is and how Aoi can’t believe she is dating the most gorgeous woman in the world.

- Meanwhile, Aoi sometimes worries about her weight as she is not only an athlete but also from constantly being judged for eating doughnuts so much and her other comfort foods. But Sakura tells her that those things make her happy and when she is happy she is beautiful because Aoi has the most captivating smile. They both in a way just remind each other that they are both beautiful and loved every day, but both know that the other genuinely means it.

- Sakura is amazing at baking and Aoi melts over the wife material her girlfriend is. Whenever she is stressed, Sakura bakes something with one of the other girls to cheer Aoi up, and they end up having a cuddly sleepover. Aoi in return always makes sure to comfort Sakura whenever she is stressed, with Sakura not being the type to let things get to her often so Aoi is always the worried, accepting, and loving girlfriend when Sakura needs it.

Chihiro:

- They are AroAce, but they are open to QPPs. I see Taka and Mondo being the most likely candidates, but they are more like Chihiro’s gay dads though.

- Chihiro has said sexuality can fuck itself. Taka passed out from both the sheer shock and horror of that moment.

- They probs have the worst anxiety when trying to explain the Aro spectrum and how QPRs work, so they are extremely appreciative for their friends who accept them and love them for who they are.

- They are the softest thing, I would imagine them being an amazing snuggler platonically cause they still love cuddle time, they just ain’t into romance. They are also super supportive and great at being a hype person. They are generally just precious and deserve the world and all the validation it has to offer to them.

[rosiehunterwolf]

Never Put Off Until Tomorrow

Prompts: Chores and Video Games

Word Count: 4,850

Characters: The squad + Pixal

Timeline: between seasons 11 and 12

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: …what can be done today, yada, yada, yada, we all know the saying. So do the ninja- when Master Wu is drilling it into their heads every minute of every day, it’s kind of hard to forget.

Naturally, it only takes them a week (and the biggest new video game in Ninjago) to do so.

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“Get that gun out of his hand! Without it, he’ll be defenseless and we can take him down easily!” “I’m trying, Jay!” Lloyd said through gritted teeth. “One wrong move and he’ll get me with that thing!”

“Use your powers!” Jay raised his sword and dove at the enemy, forcing him to turn and face him. As their swords clashed with a loud clang of metal, Jay quickly pulled back as Lloyd shot a blast of power at the attacker, who promptly collapsed to the ground.

“Alright! Way to go, green ma- look out!”

Lloyd shrieked as someone suddenly jumped on him from behind, skewering a sword through his skull. The green ninja fell to the ground and vanished in a puff of smoke.

The ninja blinked at the scene before them, speechless.

Jay suddenly let out a whoop, leaning over to high-five Kai. “Way to go, bro! You’re so good at this game!” “He came out of nowhere,” Lloyd huffed, tossing his control to the ground. “He didn’t even give me a chance to fight back.”

Kai reclined, putting his hands behind his head. “Work smarter, not harder, green machine.”

Lloyd scowled, and Nya shot him a sympathetic glance. “Hey, Lloyd, you lasted a whole ten minutes longer than last time! You’ve drastically improved.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Kai winked. “Even Jay couldn’t beat me, I wouldn’t expect you to.”

Cole shook his head. “Dude, you’re unchecked! We’ve only had this game for a week and already, you’re insane. Let’s just say I’m very glad you’re on our team.”

“I’ll say,” Zane agreed. “The Critical Conquest Gaming Tournament is going to have some of the best gamers in Ninjago. You’re good, Kai- we all are- but we all need to be at the top of our game if we want a chance at winning.”

“We got this, guys,” Nya assured. “We’ve fought off serpentine, ghosts, the Overlord, Oni- winning a city-wide video game tournament should be a piece of cake.”

“Speaking of cake-”

“No cake,” Jay snapped at Cole. “Not until we’ve won this thing. I need you to practice.”

“Dude, chill, I’ve been practicing!”

“Then can you show me your double twist dash-melee maneuver?”

Cole blinked at him. “My what?”

“That’s what I thought. Here, let me show you. We’ll try until you’ve got it down.”

“Who put you in charge?”

“You did. Literally. You guys chose me to be the team captain for the competition.”

“Whatever.”

“Lloyd, come here, so he has someone to practice on.”

“Why me?” “Because you need to work on your stealth. Kai got that jump on you surprisingly easily. You’re a good fighter, Lloyd, but fighting doesn’t matter if your enemy kills you before you have the chance. Practice your stealth and dodging on Cole.”

“Ready to get your butt kicked, bud?” Cole reached his hands out, cracking his knuckles before picking up the controller.

“Ha! You wish. The only one who will be getting their butt kicked is-”

The sharp rapping of something against the floor interrupted him, and they turned to see Master Wu standing behind them, his gaze disapproving as he clutched his staff firmly in hand.

“Students, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Uhh, practicing for the Critical Conquest tournament?” Nya said. “I thought that was pretty obvious!”

Wu glared at her. “I know what you’re doing. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut all this short. The six of you have many chores to do.”

“Chores?” they cried in unison.

“The past week since you bought that game, you have done nothing but sit around on that couch and play it. In all that time, your chores have piled up. Now, I’m cutting you off. They need to be done, now.”

“But Master!” Jay pleaded. “The tournament starts in only a few hours!”

Master Wu smirked. “Well, I guess you better be fast, then.”

---

The ninja stared down at the alarmingly long list Master Wu had given them, no one speaking a word for nearly a solid minute.

“Why,” Kai groaned, “did we ever put all of these off?”

“Why didn’t Master Wu just let us wait one more day to do the chores?” Jay complained. “The tournament would be all over then!”

“Well, he didn’t,” Cole said. “So there’s no use in complaining. We might as well get started.”

“Alright, guys, if we’re going to get through all of this before the tournament starts, we’re gonna have to divide and conquer,” Nya said. “Let’s see. Zane, Lloyd, you guys take the kitchen. Jay, Cole, you can check the vehicles to make sure they’re operating properly- wait, scratch that, Cole doesn’t know shit about mechanics. Besides, putting you two alone together is never a good idea.”

“Hey!”

“Zane, you go with Jay on the machines. Cole, you’re with Lloyd. Kai and I will work outside on raking and fixing the training course.”

“Hey, no fair, you just gave yourself the easiest job!” Cole grumbled.

“I’ll inform you that raking leaves is very mundane!”

“Yeah!” Kai snapped. “Especially when it’s cold out like this. I’m gonna freeze my fingers off!”

“You’re the fire ninja, you’ll figure something out,” Nya snapped. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Hey, Cole? You think this is so easy? We can trade places! You wanna trade places?”

“Actually, I’ve decided to be nice and let you take this one.”

Kai glared at him. “You’re only saying that because you know I hate it!” Cole leaned back against the table, smirking. “Maybe.”

“Come on, Kai, we’re going.” Nya grabbed his hand and yanked him out the door.

“I guess we better get working,” Cole sighed. “Jay, Zane, you guys need a copy of your tasks?” Zane shook his head. “I’ve got the list committed to memory. And there’s a lot to do, so we better go.”

As they left the room, Cole turned to Lloyd. “Put a check mark or something by the things the others are doing, so we can see what’s left for us.”

Lloyd made little marks next to the tasks, his pencil slowing as it reached the end. His frown deepened. “I swear, this list is getting longer. Some of these are just ridiculous! Polish the counters? Clean out the oven? Dust the tops of the cabinets? Who does these things?”

“Normal people, Lloyd. It’s not my fault that we’re so busy saving the city that you’ve never done anything more than the most basic chores in your life.”

“I’ve done chores!” “Darkley’s doesn’t count, bud. I bet the only thing you did there was clean spiders out of your bed.”

“They were fire ants,” Lloyd grumbled.

Cole turned on him with wide eyes. “What?”

Lloyd stiffened, suddenly seeming to realize what he had just said. “Uh… I mean… don’t tell Kai, okay?”

Cole stared at him for a moment, before sighing. “I’ll let it go, this once. But only because you’ve had a lot worse things than fire ants since then. Those kids are jerks, though.”

“I know.”

“... They really did that?”

“Yes, Cole! Do I need to show the scars to prove it?”

“No! I was just- you know what, forget I even said anything. Let’s get to work. First up, doing the dishes.” They turned towards the sink, where dozens of dirty plates and cups had accumulated.

“Seriously? Doesn’t anyone ever clean off their dishes after eating?”

Cole shot him a look. “Name one time you did that.”

“Okay, so never, but we’re ninja, not dishwashers! What do you expect?”

“Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today, Lloyd.”

Lloyd groaned. “I can’t believe I’m missing Critical Conquest for this.”

---

“Jay! You’re supposed to be repairing the sentry cannons on the Land Bounty!” “Chill out, Zane, I’ll get to it in a minute-”

Zane suddenly snatched the remote control out of his hand. “Jay! We’re never going to finish in time for the tournament if you don’t focus! Stop playing with toys!” “It’s not a toy!” He gestured towards the small remote-controlled robot. “This thing is going to be a major distraction! It could make it or break it for us in battle!”

Zane eyed the robot skeptically. “This. Distract our enemies?”

“Well, I was going to make it into a smoke bomb, but someone kept pestering me!” “Look, Jay, this isn’t the time to work on your inventions. You can do that later. Right now, you need to fix the sentries.”

“I already looked at the sentries,” he whined. “They were completely fried in our last adventure. I have to rewire the whole thing.”

Zane blinked at him. “Isn’t… that kind of your job?”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard work! I don’t want to do it! I’ll take any other chore on your list.”

“Well, someone needs to do it, and you’re the only one who knows how.”

“Not true! Why don’t you ask Pixal?”

He gestured towards the nindriod, who was tinkering with what appeared to be a small metal box.

“Pixal,” he called, walking over to her, “do you know how to rewire the sentries?” “Yes, but I know for a fact that Jay does, too. I’m not doing it for you.”

“Aww, come on, Pix,” Jay groaned. “Why don’t you have to do anything while the rest of us are all working our butts off?”

She glanced wryly at Jay’s little robot, who was waving cheerfully at her. “I wouldn’t exactly call it that. But I’m not helping because I already did all my chores while the rest of you were playing video games.”

Jay went pink in the face, and even Zane felt himself avoiding Pixal’s gaze.

“Critical Conquest is very important,” Jay muttered.

“More important than making sure all our weapons are operational? Or restocking the medbay?”

“We can do those things any time! The competition is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

“Actually, there is another one next month-”

“Shut up, Zane. With our luck, we’ll probably be fighting evil nindroids or will be locked inside a different realm by that point, anyway.”

“I’m not helping you,” Pixal sniffed. “So I don’t know why you’re still here.”

Not taking Pixal’s… not-so-subtle hints, Jay leaned in towards her. “Whatcha workin’ on?”

Pixal eyed him warily. “... It’s a jetpack. I wanted to make something more compact in case I was in a situation where I couldn’t use the Samurai X suit.”

“That’s cool! Although, it might work better if you recalibrated the engines to-”

“Jay,” Pixal said sharply. “I know what I’m doing. Please go work on your chores.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “No one ever lets me have any fun.”

Zane shook his head, wandering over to the Earth Driller where he was working on replacing the paneling that had been damaged in the Oni incident.

He couldn’t have been doing so for more than fifteen minutes when the sound of a small explosion interrupted him.

Zane jerked to his feet, dashing over to where the sound had come from.

Jay had jumped back from Pixal’s jetpack, which was now black and smoking.

Of course it was.

“What happened?”

Jay scratched his head nervously. “Well, you see… I really didn’t want to work on those sentries, so when I noticed Pixal stepping out of the room for a moment…”

Zane sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you alright?”

Jay grinned. “Right as rain. Not even a scar like last time!”

“Okay, that’s good, now I feel less bad for saying this- what were you thinking?”

“I couldn’t help myself, Zane! She calibrated it all wrong!”

“Well, evidently, you were the one who did it wrong, seeing as it exploded within five minutes of you getting your hands on it.”

Jay jumped nearly a foot in the air. “Pixal! You’re back! Ah… um, I’m really sorry about your jetpack, I was only trying to…”

Pixal marched forward, snatching it off the floor. “It doesn’t matter, it’s done now.”

“I can fix it-”

“You’ve done quite enough,” Pixal snapped. “Why don’t you just go finish your chores now?”

“But-”

Pixal held up the burnt jetpack, shaking it lightly. “You owe me.”

“Fine,” Jay groaned. “I’ll rewire the stupid sentries.”

---

“If I have to rake one more pile of leaves, something is going to end up on fire.”

“Well, luckily for you, that was the last of them.” Nya set down her rake, rubbing her hands together. “Now we just have to dispose of the leaf bags.”

She and Kai glanced over towards the towering pile of leaf bags, and Kai groaned.

“It’s going to take forever to throw these all away!”

“Kai, the dumpster is just on the other side of the Monastery wall!”

“Yeah, but we can only carry a few bags at a time, and we’re going to have to make so many trips!”

“Well, unless you’ve got a better idea, we don’t have a choice.”

Kai paused, his eyes lighting up. “Wait-”

“No, Kai, we are not burning the leaves.”

“I wasn’t going to say that! Although… it’s not a half-bad idea…”

“Kai!” “Okay, okay, no burning! What I was going to say was, why don’t we just toss the bags over the wall and into the dumpster?”

Nya frowned. “We’d miss half of them and then have to go over there anyway and pick them all up.”

“No, we could do it like in Critical Conquest! Remember? The ground-bash move? This is just like that!”

“Kai, that’s just a video game. This is real life!” “Yeah, but wouldn’t it still work?”

Nya frowned, stepping forward and eyeing up the roof of the Monastery. “I suppose if we got the right angle… we’d have to make sure an ample amount of newtons were applied with each hit to reach the correct velocity… and of course we’d have to take into consideration factors like density and wind acceleration per second and its tendency to carry-”

“Okay, okay, enough with your science-y nerd stuff!”

“It’s just basic physics, Kai. I mean, there are a lot of external factors to consider that wouldn’t be present in a lab setting, although I still think it would be quite simple-”

“Would it work or not?” Kai interrupted. “Yes or no, I want a one-word answer.”

“Yes. We just need to get the proper positioning-”

“Can I be the one bashing the bags?”

Nya sighed. “Only if you do exactly as I tell you-”

“Whoooooo!” Kai cried, running off to grab the rake as he swung it around fiercely. “Who’s ready to bash some leaf bags?”

“Kai! I said to do exactly as I say-”

---

Despite Nya’s initial trepidations, the process did not end up being a total disaster, and they actually ended up getting the chore done decently quickly. Now all they had left to do was to test and recalibrate the training course.

Nya glanced down at her watch. Only an hour and a half until the tournament started. Her chances of getting extra practice on those tricky combos were looking slimmer by the second. Hopefully, Kai’s mastery of the game, Jay’s high skill levels, and Cole’s advanced items and power-ups would be enough to help them beat-

“Nya!” Kai shrieked. “I said, turn it off!”

Nya snapped out of her thoughts, glancing up at her brother, who had been knocked to the ground by a whirring training dummy. “Oh, shit!” She spun towards the controls and shut them down, jogging over to Kai. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so, I just-” Kai reached for her extended hand, pulling back with a sharp cry as they made contact.

“What?” “My hand,” he grimaced. “It hurts like hell.”

---

“You can’t throw out the Eggo Waffles!” Lloyd insisted, grabbing at the box in Cole’s hands

“Lloyd, they expired three days ago.”

“So what, they’re still edible.”

“They’re going.” Cole gave the box a strong tug, jerking it out of Lloyd’s hands and dropping it in the garbage. Lloyd huffed, crossing his arms.

“Kai would’ve let me keep them.”

“No, he wouldn’t have, because he doesn’t want you to get food poisoning.”

Lloyd paused for a moment, before amending, “Jay would’ve let me keep them.”

Cole sighed. “Yeah, and then you guys would’ve eaten them, and we would’ve ended up with two sick ninja.”

“I wouldn’t get sick! I have these super cool powers that protect me-”

“We don’t have any proof of that. We still don’t know exactly what your powers do.”

“Which means we can’t rule that out yet!”

Cole rubbed his head. “Out of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck cleaning out the freezer with… it had to be you. The one who gets emotionally attached to frozen waffles.”

“I am not emotionally attached-”

“Are you kidding me? He can’t play with this on! This thing is stiff, it seriously restricts his movement!” “It’s not a question, Jay, he needs to keep it on!”

“Is it actually that bad, though? Couldn’t he skip it for one game?”

“Not unless you want it to get worse!” Cole and Lloyd exchanged a glance and stepped out into the hallway, where the other four ninja were gathered.

“What’s going on?”

Zane opened his mouth to speak. “There was-”

“Kai!” Lloyd interrupted suddenly, darting over to him. “What happened to your hand?”

Cole blinked, realizing for the first time that Kai had a swathe of bandages wrapped around his hand.

Kai yelped in pain as Lloyd touched it, and the green ninja recoiled, his eyes widening in guilt. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!”

Nya rolled her eyes. “Don’t apologize, Lloyd, he’s fine. He’s just being a big baby about all of this.”

“Am not. It hurts!”

Zane stifled a sigh. “Kai, it is only a bad pulled muscle. Apart from being painful and needing plenty of rest, it’s nothing serious.”

“Well, you don’t know what it feels like,” Kai snapped. “It’s a lot worse than ‘nothing serious.’”

“I scanned you. I am quite certain my diagnosis is correct.”

Nya snickered, and Kai shot her a look. “Shut up, you. You’re the one who did this to me.”

“You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention!” “Yeah, well, you’re the one who was supposed to be-”

“Guys!” Jay cried. “Can’t you see we have more pressing matters at hand? Severe injury or not, Kai can’t play Critical Conquest like this. And he’s our best player!”

“Alright,” Lloyd said. “So we don’t have our best player anymore. That’s bad. But Jay’s still a beast! And Cole, and Nya, and everyone except me, basically-”

“He could be the worst player in all of existence and it still wouldn’t matter,” Cole pointed out. “We need six players to compete or they will disqualify us.”

“But if Kai can’t play, we have no one else! There are no backups!” Nya huffed, turning on Jay. “You’re our team captain! Why didn’t you prepare any backups?”

“Because we know no one else! We live in an isolated monastery at the top of the tallest mountain for miles, what did you expect? Besides, I wasn’t anticipating this to happen!” Zane frowned. “Well, if Kai can’t play, and we have no backup, then our only choice is to drop out-”

“Wait!” Jay cried suddenly. “I think I might have an idea of someone.”

---

“Please please please please-”

Pixal raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you really think begging is going to change my mind?”

“Please, Pixal, we need a sixth player, and you’re the only person I can think of!”

“Why would I help you after you blew up my jetpack?” Kai gaped at him. “You what?”

Jay fought back the heat spreading across his face. “That’s not important right now! Pixal, I promise I’ll fix it, just please compete with us!”

Pixal frowned at him, which wasn’t the most reassuring answer.

“C’mon Pix- I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t know, Jay-”

“We’ll do all your chores for the next month.”

“What?” “We will?”

“Jay, what the heck! We never agreed to that!”

Pixal smiled at him. “I would’ve accepted it if you offered a week, but that’s very generous of you.”

The others shot him smoldering glares, and Jay groaned. “It doesn’t matter, we don’t have time for this.” Glancing down at his phone, he sucked in his breath. “We’ve only got an hour until the tournament! Zane, can you teach Pixal how to play?”

Zane blinked at him. “In an hour?”

“Just cover the basics. We don’t have time for perfection. Just teach her as much as you can before the tournament starts.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

As soon as they were out of the room, Jay wheeled around, moaning. “We are so hooped! She doesn’t know how to play! Kai, how could you be careless enough to injure yourself?”

“Oh, sure, blame the victim!” Kai snapped. “Would it kill you to show a little sympathy to your injured teammate?”

“You pulled a muscle, you baby!” Nya groaned. “Pixal’s a fast learner, hopefully, she’ll get the hang of it.”

“Fast learner or not, nothing can beat hours of experience,” Lloyd said. “Let’s just hope the other contestants aren’t as good.”

---

“These dudes are insane!”

Jay continued to scroll through the queued-up players, examining their stats, his jaw dropping. “How much have these people been grinding?”

“So much for an easy win,” Lloyd grumbled.

Zane and Pixal walked into the room, holding their controllers. “I think I’ve done everything I can with Pixal. The competition starts in five minutes, I suggest we get ready.”

“Alright.” Jay turned towards Pixal as Zane worked on setting up the game. “We’re going to need your help, but since you don’t have experience, I think the best move is to have you stay behind us and play defense.”

Pixal smirked. “I’ll do my best.”

“Guys, we have to queue up!” “Are the headsets working?”

“They’re ready, what about the controllers? All charged?”

“We really shouldn’t be checking these kinds of things literally three minutes before the tournament, but yes, they are.”

“Hurry, guys! It’s about to start!”

Zane blinked at the screen. “Jay… you named our team the Fast Chickens?”

“It’s a good name!” The others groaned, and Jay glared at them. “We’ll see who’s complaining when we win this thing!”

Jay fidgeted through most of the opening speeches from the hosts of the competition as they went over rules and procedures. And, after what simultaneously felt like both a million years later and only the blink of an eye, the game was finally starting. They got lucky with their spawn point, and after a few minutes, were able to collect some good resources and get a good start. Cole, Zane, and Nya were able to take down some of the weaker groups before they collected supplies while Jay and the others continued collecting and building up defenses.

Checking the score count, he could see there were already twenty teams down in various parts of the map, and he knew his team had been responsible for felling three of them. Jay couldn’t stop himself from smiling. It seemed like nothing could be going better.

That is, until they suffered a major blow on the southwestern flank of their territory against a high-level team- the CrownViolets, they called themselves. (Which was nowhere near as cool sounding as the Fast Chickens, Jay totally wasn’t insecure about that at all.) After a fierce fight that ended up costing them several lives- and robbing Zane of his last, taking him out of the game- they realized they couldn’t win this fight and backed down, sacrificing a sizeable chunk of their turf.

While still monitoring that boundary, they decided to primarily focus on expanding in the other direction. Their tactic seemed to be working well, and although the CrownViolets kept on encroaching on them from the boundary, the other teams weren’t backing down, and although none managed to defeat the rival team, they were certainly taking their tolls on them. Jay hoped that the other teams would eventually take the Violets out for them, although he had to admit that would be extremely lucky.

They were getting down to the last few teams in the tournament. When the top ten were remaining, special, more deadly weapons were hidden around, and with them, teams began to fight back harder. The Fast Chickens held their own, but by the time they were down to two teams remaining- them and the CrownViolets- both Jay and Lloyd had been killed and eliminated. Only Cole, Nya, and Pixal remained. The CrownViolets still had four players left, but they were weak. If the ninja were strategic enough, they could still win this.

But Pixal was a major hindrance. She had been plenty good at holding back and defending them, but now, with so few left, she was going to have to start playing a more active role. If only Kai had still been there.

“Alright, they’re somewhere around here.” Nya’s character pulled up her radar. “There seems to be two of them right up ahead-”

“Alright, Pixal.” Jay leaned over her shoulder, coaching her. “You’re going to have to start getting offensive. Nya says there’s only two, so there shouldn’t be a problem, but there could be an ambush, or these two could have higher health. We don’t want to take any chances. While Nya and Cole rush them, you should stay back and shoot at them with your launchers. Your character has good accuracy scores.”

There was a flash of purple, and muffled shouting, and Nya froze. “There they are! Let’s get them, guys!”

The three plunged into the fight, and although it was a tough battle, their opponents were relatively low on health, and they ended up eliminating the two CrownViolets- unfortunately, with the loss of Nya before doing so.

“It’s just the two of us left, Pixal,” Cole said, “but there’s also only two of them, as well. We can do this. Just stick close to me. They’re around here somewhere.”

“And that somewhere is here!” Pixal shrieked suddenly, whirling around.

Cole’s eyes widened. “One of their teammates must’ve sent out a distress signal before they died!” He grappled for his weapon, but in his haste, his grip was sloppy.

Pixal, however, barely hesitated, diving at their opponent and attacking in a flurry of blows. Jay’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as she performed a complex combo it had taken him a full day to learn.

Zane smiled at all their gaping mouths. “I told you to have faith in her.”

Cole was evidently shocked too, and within a few moments, he was dead- although not before delivering a nearly fatal blow to his opponent. Pixal quickly finished him off before turning to face the last remaining player.

“Be careful, Pix,” Jay warned. “She still has pretty high health. Don’t get cocky, or take dumb risks.”

“Dumb risks are your thing,” Pixal corrected, not even batting an eye as she darted past her opponent, slashing her with her sword.

The CrownViolet wasn’t giving up, though. She pushed back, throwing down a smoke bomb and suddenly pushing Pixal down from behind. Pixal rolled out of the way, missing her sword by inches, and sprung up, taking the moment of surprise to her advantage to knock her opponent down. As the rival started crawling away, Pixal’s character took a potion, powering up a special move. The opponent knocked her down as she was waiting to power up, but before she could get a good attack in, Pixal was ready and was blasting her a beam of light.

The girl’s avatar fell to the ground, dead.

There was a beat of silence, then their living room erupted in cheers.

“Pixal! You did it! You won the game for us!”

“I can’t believe it! We actually won! Without Kai!”

“Hey,” Kai yelped. “That didn’t sound like it was meant to be a compliment.”

“What do you mean,” Lloyd said. “That was totally a super nice thing I just said about you.”

Kai narrowed his eyes. “A bit backhanded, don’t you think?”

“Guys, none of that is important!” Cole cried. “We won! Out of all the gamers in the city! We actually won!”

“But I have to know,” Jay insisted. “How did you get so good at the game?”

Pixal shrugged. “I guess you pick up a thing or two watching your team play a game obsessively for the past week.”

Jay blinked. “You’ve been watching us?”

She scowled. “I’ve been doing the chores in here, lightning brain! Repairs, laundry, picking up after you- you’ve just been too obsessed by your game to even notice me!”

“Oh, really? Uh, that’s my bad…”

“Speaking of which, you promised to do my chores, and I’m looking forward to a nice, relaxing evening off.”

“Did I?” Jay laughed nervously. “Hey, did I ever mention that the tournament winners get a cash prize-”

Pixal handed him a mop. “Nice try. Although I still expect my fair share of the earnings by the end of the week. Good luck.” The ninja just gazed at her in horror, and she laughed.

“You’re going to need it.”

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Sdc gang having a s/o that may or may not be a human-shaped cryptid/eldritch being. Im talking bout Dr. coomer levels. They try to take a pic of them it comes out blurry. Their eyes glow in the dark like animals. They’re oldly quiet always appearing and disappearing behind them. Always saying wacky things like “my powers grows” or “i feel normal”

I kin said s/o cryptids unite❤️

Jotaro:

- Fucking confused all the time but doesn’t dare question it since he’s seen some shit in his life. Like he probably met them during his journey with the other men and since then said s/o started following them (specifically him) around just because they were bored or something and even if Jotaro didn’t care about the eldritch being at first, it all changed once they actually started helping the gang out.

- For the most part however they’re pretty passive and quiet, not moving an inch and honestly?? Jotaro quite enjoys their company. Like literally the i d e a l s/o in his opinion. They aren’t overly loud, they’re just a bit unusual and also able to fight/scare people off. Besides, the few times they had spoken Jotaro found all of the subjects they brought up quite intriguing so??

- Will fight anyone that dares diss his lovely eldritch smokey matter glowing eyes s/o. And most importantly, will absolutely deck whoever dare to follow them around just to take pictures. Not only does Jotaro himself hate taking pictures, but the fact that his s/o sometimes attracts annoying people and they STILL can never manage to snap a legit picture of them due to their appearance getting all twisted and fucked up will forever be funny to Jotaro. Serves them right, in his opinion.

Kakyoin:

- Literal fucking fanboy. This man is absolutely o b s e s s e d with cryptic shit and totally believes that Mothman or Big Foot actually exist out there, so to have the utter HONOR of BEING together with a literal cryptid? Truly a dream come true. 

- Of course, that isn’t to say he dated them JUST because of that, but that’s merely a plus. A big fat plus. Kakyoin will constantly and enthusiastically ask s/o all kinds of questions about how it feels to be an eldritch creature, to which they would either stay silent or just gesticulate something, and Kak will instantly understand it anyway because these 2 have developed a strange yet intriguing and unique way of communicating. Like, most of the time they ain’t even talking.

- Tbh Kak himself has lowkey cryptid energy, every so often my man can be seen lurking around at 3 am and whenever you try snapping a pic of him the result is just a blurry greenish red spot. At this point these 2 would be known as “the cryptid couple”. Whenever Kak posts selfies on social media of him and s/o it’s always like a fucked up blurry image, kinda like those cursed image memes. And no one dares question it anyway, it’s entirely normal. Couple goals tbh.

Polnareff:

- The most excited goofball in the goddamn world, lemme tell you. Literally had no idea what a cryptid/eldritch being was before, he just knew the “basics” due to his bestie Kak being your local cryptid expert who’s actually a cryptid himself. That being said, he was KIND OF put off by s/o’s appearance at first thinking that they might be like an enemy stand or something, but that soon changed obviously.

- He soon learned that they were pretty harmless and also very chill, basically right up his alley. Hell, the eldritch being even let out a few (arguably odd sounding) chuckles at his dumb jokes, and that was a plus considering how dead silent they are usually. Tbh him and them are quite the polar opposites with Polnareff being a chaotically loud crackhead and his s/o being a literal eldritch monstrosity that can’t even properly appear in all of the selfies he takes with them on a daily basis. But does Pol mind it? NOT AT ALL.

- Alot of cute fucking picnic and park dates which are extremely ironic once you see the borderline hilarious dynamic between him and his s/o. However Pol couldn’t wish for anything else and the same goes for his cryptic s/o. After all, opposites attract. S/o mainly does the listening in the relationship and Pol does the talking, they balance eachother quite nicely. Besides, he kinda likes the entire teleporting thing anyway, it makes him feel safe even if he sometimes has the feeling of being...watched.

Joseph:

- Wasn’t phased in the slightest by their appearance. I mean, come on bro this man has seen SHIT in his life, like we’re talking about witnessing literal fitness aztec gods. Nothing ever shocks my man Joseph anymore. Besides, he ain’t the judgy type anyway.

- Was pretty open and intrigued by them and tried his best to get close to them, even if it was just a bit awkward once he started cracking his usual god awful jokes and the cryptid merely blinked back at him in confusion. Soon enough though these two SOMEHOW got together and it just...works? Like hell, Joseph one day decided to say fuck it and just ask them out since he thinks their form and overall being and behavior was strangely alluring and they said yes.

- Much like in Pol’s case, these 2 are complete opposites but that’s exactly why it works so well. Joseph will try his best to become cultured in the cryptid domain, even goin as far as to ask Kak about how to date cryptids and how to care of them, to which the man always eagerly complies. Joseph is extremely attentive and does his best to spoil them in adequate gifts (since he has this spoiling habit) especially since eldritch monstrosities don’t quite like the same things humans do.

Avdol:

- Second most excited after Kak because G O D D A M N . You can’t tell me this man ain’t a firm believer of the paranormal and cryptic creatures altogether, so to have a chance to meet and bond with one truly is through the best things that could have ever happened to him. The second he saw them appear one night as the gang was camping Avdol couldn’t maintain his excitement and felt as if he just HAD to know more about them.

- What he thought was just scientific curiosity soon turned into something entirely different as he actually interacted and TALKED to the eldritch being. He found their quiet and somehow shy nature extremely endearing and...was that a blush on their blurry cheeks? Soon enough the two began dating and no one questioned it at all. Hell, Kak even congratulated Avdol for getting such a lit unique s/o.

- Has tried to read their future countless of times but it never really worked due to their body constantly changing shape or just...being overall u n c l e a r. But s/o always tells him not to worry since their future is “uncertain” and that they’re omnipotent anyway. Furthermore, Avdol still has a somewhat lowkey scientific curiosity even when officially dating them and he WILL sometimes ask certain questions about their nature because he’s just...very eager to discover more about their kind yknow? But fret not for he has a deep respect for them and would literally burn whoever would ever try “ghost hunting” them or some other stupid shit like that.

[neerasrealm]

POV: Jeff the killer kidnapped you and is venting to you about his internalized homophobia

I COULDN’T THINK OF AN ACTUAL TITLE SO I WENT WITH THAT

Anyway hi this is a jeffxben fic told from jeff’s POV. a little bit angsty but mostly just cuddles and comfort. and one-liners. lots of one-liners. The ending is a lil messy and idk man I didn’t know how to finish the fic so- ignore that

Based on one of these story starters.

Word count: 1907

There are three things you need to know before you read this.

One; hi, I'm Jeff. Nice to meet ya.

Two; I killed my parents three and a half years ago. I know that's a lot to dump on you immediately but it'll be important later.

And three….I'm...gay. There. I said it. I like guys. I'm attracted to men. I want to kiss guys. Or specifically- one guy. 

He has blonde hair, dark skin and bright blue eyes. And also pointed ears. He's a ghost, specifically one that's latched onto a Nintendo 3DS and a cartridge of Majora's Mask 3D. He looks like Link- but I'm not attracted to Link. Link is a twink and that's not my style. 

His name is Ben and Ben? Ben is a bro. He's my bro. He's everyone's bro- he has that natural charisma that makes everyone like him. He's friendly, polite, funny and laid-back. He's always down to hang out with you or invite you into his room to play videogames. Everyone likes Ben. But me? I love Ben. As in- love love him. I want to kiss his goofy face. His lips probably taste like cheetos and beef jerky. Gross. I hate how much I think about how his lips would taste. 

So now you're probably thinking "hey Jeff, why are you just vomiting your gay thoughts on me? Go tell him you love him."

But There's A Problem.

My parents- the dead ones- were really homophobic. Being gay just wasn't something you did. And it still feels wrong to me- which is weird considering the fact that my new adoptive parents are two gay men and my foster siblings are mostly homosexuals. But it still feels wrong. No matter how much I'm exposed to it I still feel that slight guilt whenever I catch myself admiring Ben while he trash talks someone, and I want to punch myself whenever I wake up from a dream about cuddling him. 

So that brings me to this situation. 

Picture this, okay? I'm sitting on his bed with a controller in my hand. We're playing smash bros and having a great time. I'm having...not a good day. You remember the dead parents thing? The trauma I mentioned? Yeah that's been haunting me all fucking day and I'm not feeling good. At all. And of course I'm not gonna tell anybody about it, because that means I have to address the problem. And I never, ever, address problems. Ever. They'll fester in me till the day I die. Like maggots.

That's gross I apologise.

But- yeah. I'm not feeling good and I'm hiding this fact from Ben because he cheers me up way better when he doesn't know I'm sad. 

"Hah! Gotcha!" 

"Shit-!" I swear as my character (king k rool, in case you wondering) flies off the stage. Ben laughs and woops beside me in victory. I shoot him a glare.

"Man you suck at this game." He laughs.

"I don't suck." I spit back. "You're just really good."

"Suuure you are." The smug look he gives me makes me wanna punch him. My hand curls into a fist in my lap. I grunt at him in response. He laughs and nudges me. "Hey it's alright Jeffy," I hate that nickname with the burning passion of a thousand suns. "You'll learn how to play soon enough."

"Lay off, man." I mutter back. I drop the controller and he snickers.

"Aww c'mon don't tell me you're rage quitting on me."

"Shut up dude just-" I shoot him an agitated look. "Just shut your stupid mouth okay?"

His smile drops. "Hey, you okay man?" Shit. He sounds worried.

"I'm fine." I grunt back. He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. "Get off."

The hand withdraws. I hear him shift on the bed next to me. "Hey, dude-" he frowns. "Are you feeling alright today? Do you- need to talk or chill or…?"

I glare at Ben. He's being nothing but supportive and kind and what am I doing? Being an ass. "No I don't need to fucking chill." I growl at him. "I'm fine, alright? Just fine."

"Alright…" it's quiet for a bit while Ben turns off the game. Eventually he speaks again. "You wanna watch a movie or something? I'm tired so…"

This is a trick. He's tricking me into taking care of my mental health. Fuck you Ben, I'll be as mentally ill as I want. 

‘’I’m gonna go to my room.’’ I stand up and immediately get YANKED back onto the bed by my hood. Ben’s noodle arms wrap around my waist and hold me tight. ‘’Dude-!’’ this is getting a little tOO HOMO-EROTIC, BENNY BOY.

‘’Stay.’’ he murmurs. ‘’I wanna keep an eye on you.’’

‘’Why?’’ I snarl. ‘’Because I’m a stupid kid that can’t look after himself?! Huh?!’’

Ben flinches. ‘’Jeff-’’ he murmurs. ‘’It’s not that I don’t trust you it’s because I know that you need the company right now.’’ he frowns. ‘’Just- lemme keep an eye on you, alright…?’’

Fuck.

Fuck.

fuuuuUUUUUCK.

Why does he CARE SO MUCH. I HATE IT. I’m gonna slam my head into a wall. Gimme a minute.

…

Okay wall slamming accomplished. Back to my predicament. 

‘’Fine.’’ I grunt. He (unfortunately) lets go of me. It’s silent. And uncomfortable. I pick at my fingers. He tilts his head at me.

‘’So- anything you wanna do?’’

I wanna hug you and kiss you and tell you I love you please Ben I’m gay and homophobic at the same time. ‘’Not really.’’

Ben puts a hand on my shoulder and scoots closer. He rests his hand on my other shoulder and...oh god I can fucking smell his hair from here- that’s creepy. Why am I creepy. Actually don’t answer that one. He looks up at me, bright blue eyes shining with kindness. ‘’You wanna talk about it…?’’ he asks gently. Normally I wouldn’t talk about my problems. Ever. But Ben is giving me puppy dog eyes.

‘’...I’m just thinking about mom and dad.’’ I mumble. He nods. ‘’They- treated me like shit. And I keep thinking about the shit they’d say to me-’’ I look down at him. He nods encouragingly. ‘’It’s like...they fucking hated me for all the shit I did- and now I’m here and people are understanding? And Slender- is actually trying to learn why I’m like this? Like- diagnosing me and shit to try and help…’’ I frown. ‘’And I’m just thinking like- if they’d sent me to a therapist would it be different? If I’d just gotten diagnosed or something-’’ I shake my head. ‘’I dunno man…’’

He sits up a bit. He hugs me, pulling me against him. My face goes fucking red. ‘’Maybe things would’ve…’’ he murmurs. ‘’But we can’t change the past...there’s no magic ocarina to take us back in time unfortunately.’’ of course he made a zelda reference. Of course. ‘’We just gotta accept what we got now,’’ he smiles. ‘’And we got each other, right? That’s something to be happy about, isn’t it?’’

Oh god Jeff don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Not here. Not in front of the man you love. 

…

And you’re crying. Good job Jeff.

I’m not a loud crier. But I am a gross crier. I get all snotty and stuttery and can’t get my voice out properly. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and silently roll down my gross scarred face. Ben reaches over and brushes them off with cold fingers. He feels cold as he hugs me but I don’t care. I wrap an arm around him and tug him closer. I can feel his breath on my neck as he gently shushes me. He sounds so caring, so...loving. Like a parent should treat their mentally ill kid. 

‘’B-ben-’’ I stammer out. He’s rubbing circles in my back. ‘’I lo-’’ wait what am I saying. ‘’I l-love-’’ WAIT HOLD ON- ‘’I love you…’’

SHIT

FUCK

NO

WAIT-

He hugs me tight and I shiver in the coldness of his body. ‘’I love you too…’’ his voice is soft and gentle. I believe him. I believe that he loves me. Genuinely- like I actually matter to him. He’d miss me if I was gone. And that- that’s a lot. I’ve spent my whole life feeling like it wouldn’t matter if I disappeared off the face of the earth. You wouldn’t care, my parents wouldn’t have cared. But Ben? Ben cares…

Which is why I proceed to squeeze the life (or lack thereof) out of him and sob into his shoulder. He holds me tight until I’ve (kinda) calmed down. He pulls away and tilts my head up to look at him. As gentle and as loving as I’d dreamed him, he wipes tears out of my eyes. I sob horsley and stare at him. He cups my face in his cold hands and smiles down at me.

‘’There you go…’’ he murmurs. ‘’See? I knew you just needed to get it out.’’ he smiles at me. I just- told him I love him. And he’s not making a big deal of it. That’s good, right?? That means he accepts me- right?

Right...yeah. Yeah, Ben accepts me. Ben doesn’t judge. 

‘’Yeah…’’ I gulp and look away from him awkwardly. ‘’Hey uh- do you wanna-’’ I fiddle with my hands again. ‘’Do you wanna...watch a movie or something? Together.’’

He nods and smiles. ‘’I’d love to.’’

And so- we end up watching not one, not two, but three movies, late into the night. And the entire time he’s curled up in my lap, comfy as can be. As the credits on our last movie roll, he looks up at me.

‘’Hey Jeff?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’I love you.’’

My face goes bright fucking red. I don’t need to see it, I can feel it. I bury my face in my hands out of embarrassment. I hear him laugh at me like the bastard he is. I shoot him a glare from in between my fingers. I want to say it. I really do. I want to tell him I love him back but- it’s- it’s hard. He reaches up and pulls one of my hands away, letting him see me.

‘’You don’t have to say it back. It’s okay. I know.’’ He hugs my waist and rests his head against my chest. ‘’I can wait...until you’re ready.’’

It’s at this point I start crying. Again. 

Ben shushes me gently and runs his hand through my hair. And...as I looked down at him- it finally clicked. I don’t have to put the shield up- not around him. Ben is different. Ben...Ben is good.

Yeah.

Ben is good.

I guess...the reason why I’m telling you this- well...not telling, I guess- writing. The reason why I’m writing this is because...I feel like it’s something important. I need to remember it because...it’s a step. A step in me learning to accept myself. It sounds corny yeah but- fuck off okay? I’m full of trauma and insecurities. I’m allowed be a little sappy.

I don’t know who’ll end up reading this- I mean I’m literally scribbling it into a notebook I found in his drawer. There’s only two people who I really want this to be seen by. Ben, because he deserves to know how much he’s affected and helped me, and two...my brother. Though I doubt he’d ever find this- heh- 

I...love Ben. And that’s okay. At least- to me, I think it is.

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Okaaaay... Hi lovelies,

I gotcha an Dewey Finn x gender-fluid reader. Angst and fluff... mentions of sexy times... I hope its okay.

For every beautiful soul out there, you are loved, you are real, and you are valid.

CHAMELEON

You smiled to your reflexion in the mirror. The bit of fuzzing around was worth the result. You heared Dewey hum with a tune on the radio in the kitchen. How you loved that voice... That boy made you so happy...

You ran your fingers through your hair for the last time, before you disgarded from the bathroom. You fixed your shirt when you approached Dewey, to make sure the lacy bra wasnt showing through the fabric of your T-shirt.... The anxiety of his reaction never let you out of its grip. You've had too many small minded boyfriends over the years to get that out of your system. Not all of them had been equally chill with your fluently in gender.... some of them handled it better then others.

Today was a girly-girl day, for sure.

Your nervousness and doubts spread in your chest when you approached the kitchen with a frown on your face.

You stood in the doorway, and glanced down towards your bracelets. Your nervous hands fumbled with the fabric of your maxi skirt. You let out a shakily breath when you heared Dewey whistle at you appreciatively. A smile ghosted on your lips and you brushed a strand of hair behind your ears, still feeling a bit awkward and you let your eyes dart around the room. Looking anywhere accept for your lover. Dewey quickly stood up and made his way over to you. When you glanced up at his brown eyes, all you could see was happiness and excitement.

He slowly leaned into you and let his lips brush softly against your own, when he kissed you sweetly. His hands wrapped around your waist and brushed your sides when he pulled back from the kiss. The sweetness that man posessed still suprised you, every day. But it also gave you courage... you finally gazed into the eyes of your sweet sweet HoneyDew and smiled when his morningvoice croaked out: "Morning beautifull... Did you sleep okay?"

You reached out to brush your fingers against his scruff and let out your remaining anxiety with one, last, deep exhale.

You nodded yes and gave Dewey a shy smile.

His hand found the back of your neck and he tickled the hairs in the nape of your neck. "Morning Dew..." you whispered back to him.

Dewey's other hand glided upwards on your spine and he stated softly: "Today is a skirt-day, huh?"

You nodded quickly, and muttered a "Yup..."

Dewey pressed a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose and cupped your cheek. He gazed deeply in your eyes and muttered through his adoring smile: "You look really pretty today, princess."

It always amazed you how naturally the rockstar got your pronouns right. Even when you weren't exactly sure about them yourself, somedays.

You blushed and batted your eyelashes when you reached for his brown curls. Your fingers combed through is and Dewey purred in appreciation.

Deweys hands wandered from your neck, down your back towards your but, and he patted your ass playfully. You squeeled and jumped back a bit, laughing at his goofiness.

Dewey chuckled too and hummed when he pulled you against him again: "Cuddles and coffee for the princess?"

You grinned into his neck and hummed appreciatively.

Dewey pressed a last kiss on your hair and told you: "... Coming right up!"

.................................................................................

You woke up at the sound of the alarm the next morning.

You grunted and fought your way out of Deweys embrace, leaving the warm sheets for him. He muttered a bit in his sleep when you escaped his warm arms around you and you smiled. What a dork... but it was your dork.

You glanced one last time upon his adorable sleeping form and grinned when you heared him snore loudly under the blankets. He was spread diagonally on the bed, his left arm dangled out of it and his messy hear was everywhere....

You snatched Deweys red baseball-cap from the nightstand and stole his boxershorts as well. Quickly putting on your sports bra you found the way to Deweys closet.you With squinted sleepy eyes you peeked inside his wardrobe and thew on your boy's favorite ACDC shirt and some of his sweatpants and headed to the bathroom.

You frowned in doubt when you started tying your hair up in a ponytail. Thoughts brought you back at the day before. Deweys reaction when he saw you in that flowery skirt... the boy had been *so* happy... maybe he liked it better if you dressed like a girly-girl every day... maybe he didnt like it that you changed your clothes, appearence and pronouns every day... your former boyfriends always let you go after they figured that out about you. Some of your friends left you too. They thought it was weird, and you only craved attention...

You splashed some water in your face to clear some of your fogged mind and repeated to yourself: "Dewey loves me for *me*... Not for my appearence... He doesn't mind. He doesn't mind. He doesn't mi-..."

You repeated your mantra when you put on your boyfriend's boxers and sweatpants. Only deodorant would do it today. No sweet flower-perfume... Hell no, no jewelry today... you didnt feel like it.

You put Deweys cap on and skipped downstairs to make your Dew some good-morning-coffee on bed.

You grissed your phone out of your pocket and put on "Highway to hell" when you headbanged and took the coffee and bagels upstairs.

You threw the door open with little to no grace at all and flopped on the bed unceremoniously with a loud thump.

"Morning Dewdrop..." you hummed in tune with the sound of your phone.

Dewey grunted and wiped his hands over his sleepy face before opening one eye to peek at you.

A smile crept up at his lips and he smugly awnered: "Moooooorning handsome..."

You grinned and leaned down to kiss Dewey on his scruffy cheek before stating: "Sunday-bagel-time!"

You held out your fist for him to bump and he yelled: "Hellyeah!!!" when his knuckles touched yours.

You took a sip of your coffee and Dewey dug his teeth in one of the bagels hungerly. Dewey hummed in delight when he finished it and with a scruff full of suger he pulled you into him, pressing small pecks on your cheek and his warm hands crept under your (his) shirt to caress your body there.

You chuckled at his movements and heared him mutter against your neck: "You look verrrrrry charming in my shirt. And youknow it drives me crazy when you wear my boxers, bro..."

You smiled and your hands crept up his warm, sleepy chest. You felt his steady heartbeat calm your mind. His words seeping in your anxious brain. Your eyes shot to his when he continued: "And my baseball hat..."

You looked at him, with a worried smile on your face you replied: "yeaaaah Dew..?"

Dewey smiled and mischief gleamed in his eyes when he continued: "My baseball hat, looks nice on you lad..."

You scoffed and pressed your lips on his to shut him up from making those awfully sweet rhymes.

Dewey breathed between kisses: "i... like you... in my clothing... it... looks better on you... then on me..."

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Later that day you made lunch with Dewey and anxiety crept its way up in your chest again.

You knew this feeling. It was off. Again.

Dewey felt you tense up against him, you were chopping vegetables and suddenly he felt your back tense up as you slowed your movements and glanced down.

You unconsciously grabbed your t-shirt tightly and ruffled your hair in a frustrated way out of your face when you threw the cap of. Your shoulders rose with a huff and a frown appeared on your earlier carefree face.

You suddenly didnt feel comfortable in what you were wearing anymore.

Should you tell him? Should you not? Would he understand? You didn't want it to seem like you were overreacting... it just... didn't feel... good... anymore.

You took a deep breath and started with a shaky voice: "Erhm.... Dew... I... uhm...."

Dewey pressed his warm body against your back, and his lips kissed your hair. His hand brushed your belly soothingly and he murmered: "Its okay... Go chance... I'll wait for you..."

Tears gleamed in your eyes and you stuttered in disbelief: "Mister Finn... how... c... ca... can you... be... that chill? With... all... me?!"

Dewey put his knife down and turned you around slowly. You felt his arms wrap around you with all the care in the world and he let out a huff when he pressed you flush against him. He squeezed you as close as you could be and you revelled in the warm, comforting and safeness that Dewey provided.

"Well..." you heared him hum with his voice muffled against your shoulder: "That's because... I. Love. You."

Dewey kissed you sweetly, trying to let the words seep in your soul through his kiss.

"I love ALL of you. No matter what you wear. Or feel. I love ALL that you are. Every vibe that you have. Or dont have. I can handle all the vibes. ALL those imperfections... are perfectly fine with me..."

You chuckled through your tears. Tears of happiness. Dewey wiped them of your face with his calloused thumb and stared in your eyes with adoration.

"Now... get your pretty ass changed, my love... I'll wait..."

With a last encouraging smooch from your Dewdrop and a last WHOOW! from him you turned to head towards your closet.

You walked away from Dewey and you heared him whisper before you turned the corner: "...I love you even when you dont love yourself sometimes."

"Loveyou DewDrop!"

You waved to him before you walked out of the kitchen.

Dewey blew you a goofy kiss and waved back at you with a wink.

"Loveyou too, my lil chameleon... Suprise me..."

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You peeked across the livingroom to see Dewey relaxed on the couch. You gingerly called to him: "Dew! Honey! I got a suprise for you! Close your eyes!"

Dewey groaned mockingly and replied with a grown: "But babyyyyyy! Im afraid in the daaaaaark!"

You rolled your eyes yelling back: "I'll count till 10, and you can open them again okay?"

Dewey hummed in response and closed his eyes: "Okay. 1... 2... 3...."

You chuckled and rushed to Dewey and plopped yourself on the ground before him.

".... 5... 6...."

You adjusted your tie and blazer once more and spread your arms in a *ta-daaaaa* move.

"...9... 9 and a haaaaaaalf..."

You laughed and told him: "10!!!! Open open open baby!!! Seeee!!!"

Dewey laughed at your enthausiasm and opened his eyes.

His eyes found yours. His cheeks flushed at the sight of you and he let his eyes roam your body hungerly...

His eyes darkened and a half smile appeared on his features. He growled appreciatively: "Ohhhh... baby... you. Look. Adorable!"

You squeeled a suprised high pitched note when Dewey scooped you up on the couch with a swift movement.

He put you on his lap and tugged at the blazer you were wearing. his blazer....

"Babe... did you... steal my... blazer?"

You nodded.

"... AND my shirt?"

You giggled.

"AND my tie?"

You chuckled when you saw Dewey clench his jaw when he inpatiently tugged at your tie to kiss you passionately.

You pulled away from him and smugly teased: "Who knew...? Dewey Finn... With a tie-kink?"

Dewey growled heavily when he replied: "Okay. Guilty..."

You smiled and ruffled his messy brown locks. He continued with a gentle but needy voice: "... but it isnt my fault. My girlfriend just... looks amazing. In ANYTHING... and everything..."

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Hey guys. Love you guys.

@ironmansuucks @bugdrinkss @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @gegehaddock

[chyrstis]

I won’t ask for much (but just this once, I’d like you) 2/10

Updates for this’ll probably come every couple of days or so, and I’m already bracing myself for a third wave of edits to come. But here’s the next part, and Sharky, I’m sorry about the skunk, but you were the one to mention it to begin with. ...And the resulting idea was too entertaining to pass up.

Pairing: Sharky Boshaw x John Seed Rating: E (but only for Ch. 10, the rest are a solid T) Word Count: 4.3K  

Link to AO3!

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10

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Sharky steals a boat. It just happens to be John’s boat, and when it’s damaged along with his boathouse, John proceeds to lay out a means of having Sharky pay him back. [No Cult AU]

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It took two and a half days to tear the old boathouse down.

John hadn’t lied when he mentioned wanting him to get in there and take it apart piece by piece, and hovered over him the entire time.

The whole monitoring bit was easily the part that annoyed him the most. Like he was waiting for him to screw up. To somehow find a way to take the already burnt building and set it on fire again through force of will alone. Which, while badass, was well out of his means, all the wishing and praying he’d sometimes do to monkey Jesus aside.

But that didn’t stop John from acting like he had the ability. Riding him further during smoke breaks, or barking order after order at him from the sidelines.

Every other word out of his mouth was a correction. To tell him to go back to read the blueprints again. To check his measurements. To put out that cigarette, pry out that misplaced nail, and to use some of that delicacy he kept on going back to, making Sharky’s eyes want to roll back into his head.

And music? The one time he’d tried to bring any levity to the situation with the soothing sounds of disco, John put an end to it immediately. Really just made it clear how much of a drag he wanted to be, and only wanted to push the point home.

Seeing as John was some big-shot lawyer, he really expected him to have more to do than nitpick and lord this whole thing over him. Like he’d stick around for a few weeks, use the time to get off on whatever power trip he was having over this, and then go back to bugging the department, the local businesses, Nick, shit, anyone.

But John Seed was also petty as fuck.

Local gossip hadn’t painted the guy as a kind or forgiving figure, and while the Seeds as a whole were alright at best and fucking weird at worst, over the past couple of years John had picked up a rep as a colossal asshole all on his own.

Tickets? Contested. Special orders down at the store or for parts? Made with specific instructions that needed to be followed to the letter. If not, he’d demand and get his money back, damning everyone with the fine print others would skim over.

Hell, Sid, one of the guys that worked down at the cattle ranch, had traded paint with him once. He’d done so while stopping at the general store, and hadn’t paid much mind to the fancy car parked in the lot, getting just close enough to leave a small scuff on the rear bumper.

In those cases, a person would trade numbers, or see what they could buff off before moving on, 'cause insurance claims were a pain in the ass, and half of the cars in the county were a little late on renewing registrations anyway. Shit, he was coming up on a year, and hoping to see how much longer he could go before any of the Deps cottoned on to it.

But no, the minute John caught on, Sid recalled the glint he got in his eye. Then told him he’d slap him with the largest fine possible for both the damage and the late reg. All over trading paint. Not major damage, not even a busted tire.

Just paint.

Sid was still spitting mad about it, months after the fact.

He’d even pulled a fast one when it came to setting up big bro Joe’s compound. Digging up some obscure property laws all but guaranteeing the land could be sold to them.

No, no one earned the title of mega-dick by being sweet and accommodating. His bro had smoothed over a lot of ruffled feathers by being pretty okay after that, even with all of the converts chilling the fuck out on his property, but John was still John.

And now he personally had that shit to deal with. Today, two days from now, and who knew how many weeks or months after that.

So much for those chicks wanting and keeping his number too. Hurk told him he’d snagged at least one number on the way back to their drop off, but when he’d tried to call them back the other day he got no answer. Ghosted him like it was nothing, and he guessed he deserved that.

What with getting himself caught and left to doing whatever the hell John wanted for as long as John wanted.

“As per our agreement,” John would remind him, whenever he felt the point needed pushing.

And he pushed.

Whenever Sharky would drop something, whenever he let his feet drag, whenever he cut something and John was ready to whip out his tape measure.

He pushed, and Sharky shot another prayer up to monkey Jesus, hoping that maybe this would be the day to go Human Torch on the situation. Or at the very least a little Cyclops.

Not today, but he’d try again tomorrow.

But on the days when Sharky was working, it wasn’t always just the two of them. He’d full on expected this whole thing to go on in its own little pocket, with Hurk eventually crashing the party due to a need to bust him out or worse.

The day that Joseph first showed up stood out, for one.

Joseph Seed was kind of like Pastor Jerome. Not his first pick to hang out with, considering they were both on opposite sides here. Of the whole preaching and managing earthly temptations, while not super indulging in the kind of shit that he knew he wanted in his life, period.

It came with the territory, being religious leaders and all that, but when Joseph first rolled in to the county, he’d brought his people with him.

And they were an interesting bunch. The People of Eden’s Gate were some kind of holistic commune where it was pretty hunky-dory roughly ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent was wondering just what to do about the men and women that wanted the simple life. Living humbly while offering help wherever needed.

While their hearts were in the right place, it was pretty boring stuff otherwise, Sharky decided. He’d even considered joining up for the hell of it only until Hurk reminded him that there wasn’t much fucking to be found there. Pretty women, sure, but the kind more focused on spirituality, and less on how many ways they could Clutch Nixon-ify their daily lives.

But Joseph on his own was a different story.

Watching John go from calmly sipping his drink, doubling-down on just how refreshing it was when Sharky happened to push the wheelbarrow past him, to spitting half of it out when Joseph materialized next to him was fucking priceless.

Greeting him warmly, Joseph pulled a sputtering John into a kind-of half-hug gesture, but John’s cool had already been lost, and in front of his entourage too.

Joe’s wife was with him, plus kiddo number one of a baker’s dozen, carrying them up and on her hip as they talked. With them was also a woman dressed in the modest clothes the Peggies stuck to. She wasn’t trying to stand out, but he didn’t need sharp eyes to see how damn pretty she was.

It had to have been a brother thing, Sharky gathered. Embarrassing the shit out of younger siblings seemed almost natural to Joseph, and it might’ve been petty of him too, but watching John try to get his shit back in line in front of all of them was like hitting the jackpot.

So, Sharky kept on working, sneaking looks over at the group every now and then, and at one point gave an awkward wave back whenever they tried acknowledging him. But whenever John glanced his way, Sharky didn’t hide his shit-eating grin. No, it stayed put for the rest of the day.

The next time Joseph came over, however, he didn’t stop by just to say hi. He approached Sharky, ignoring John’s loud protests, and insisted on helping.

He’d get water, and help with any items that needed anchoring, stepping in whenever it looked like Sharky needed another hand. It was the most contact he’d had with the guy outside of the times he’d tried preaching at the Eagle, and outside of that? He was actually pretty okay to be around.

Well, he personally didn’t have a problem with Joe, at least. John’s irritation skyrocketed with every suggestion, especially when Joseph did the impossible. Told him that with a three-person job, you needed three people, and John? John was capable.

“You sure are,” Sharky added, giving him a wicked grin, and John looked mad enough to spit.

But he didn’t say no. Didn’t even try, or attempt it.

Did more than his fair share under the loving supervision of his older bro, and come nightfall, Sharky realized he’d had a damn good day. It was the lightest he’d felt in weeks, and wasn’t about to turn that down. Not when it helped him jump back into things with some extra pep, and the progress was a boost too.

With the actual frame up and the panels and exterior being added piece by piece, Sharky was starting to feel pretty accomplished. Proud even, because he built this. Yeah, he was being needled at every step of the way, but he used his own two hands to get this set up, no one else’s, and at the end of the day could actually see more of this coming together.

If he kept this up, he’d also have some extra skills to add to his repertoire. Might even get a chance to twist Hurk’s arm into trying out that whole ‘building and flipping’ thing that seemed to be hot at the moment, provided he wasn’t here for the next ten years.

But goals. He had goals to work towards and something to show for it, and it was pretty damn nice in the grand scheme of things.

Today, however, John had a guest again. The same Peggie woman as before, holding a basket, flanked by a few other converts.

Full on expecting to see Joe with her, Sharky wondered if he was waiting out in the woods again. Hell, even John was checking the path back up towards his house, looking past her every now and then to see if he’d catch him.

But as the minutes ticked by, and Sharky kept on working, nothing happened. And long after the other Eden’s Gate members had left, the two kept on talking, having what seemed to be a hell of a time going off of the signals they were giving off.

Smiling, laughing. Facing each other directly as they spoke, Sharky had John’s back to him almost completely, which had his eyebrows climbing up.

And judging by the way she was reacting to John in turn, he had to have been turning on the charm. Smiling shyly, twirling her hair around her finger, hell, he’d put money on her being a two-word question away from dropping everything to get a piece of that.

It was annoying as fuck, really. Dry spell or not, watching John pull it off with minimal effort sucked.

Sure, he had a lot of things working for him. The guy was loaded, for one. Had more than enough money to net himself a fancy car, his large-ass ranch, and a plane. He’d also had a boat up until Sharky had wrecked it, but that was beside the point. Man had more money than sense, and worked the slick lawyer angle for all it was worth. He’d listened in on enough convos to know just how many women in the county dug it. Shit, men too.

Plus the whole property on the water was a real panty dropper. At least going off of what his Auntie had said shortly after John had first bought it, gossiping with Sharky about the costs and expenses that came with it.

Then she promptly turned the talk on its head by launching into talking about John’s ass instead.

His drink hadn’t stayed in his mouth for long, and she’d dropped her forlorn sighing long enough to tell him not to stain the carpet. That he had to hear and think about John’s ass at all wasn’t fucking fair, especially since he was pretty damn sure it wasn’t that much of a draw to begin with. He’d checked.

Whenever John’s back was turned towards him, he’d sneak a look to see what the deal was only to be disappointed. Better asses were walking around Hope County right this moment, his included, but good luck trying to argue that with her. Or even get three words in edgewise before wanting to slap some sense into himself.

Besides, John’s eyes were better. Hands down, Sharky knew they’d been his ticket to pound town on more than one occasion, needing only to show them off and say a few fancy words to seal any kind of deal.

Dropping the wood onto the ground, he crouched down low. Stared at the wood grain of the plank to clear his mind a little before shifting his attention back towards John.

Shit, were they still talking?

He rolled his eyes. Whatever John was saying couldn’t have been that good, and any joke? Nowhere near funny enough to get a giggle like that.

At that time, John turned, giving him a look over his shoulder as Sharky became well aware of two sets of eyes on him. The woman for one, and the pretty boy lawyer that had been eating up every last shred of her attention until now.

A cross between smug and expectant, John gestured towards him.

Well?

Sharky knew three ways to tell someone to get fucked, but picked the least subtle one just in case.

Shocked for a second, John closed his mouth. But soon after, he pressed a hand to his chest, looking hurt. It was pretty convincing, making Sharky feel for a moment that he’d done something shitty like kicked a puppy.

Shame it didn’t reach his eyes. Or match the sharp smile that crept in.

“Smug-ass, smirking fuckface,” Sharky muttered, throwing the wooden plank to the side.

But not even that stuck around either. No, John flashed his pearly whites at the woman with him too, making her melt right in front of them.

Salt in the motherfucking wound. That’s what it all was, but lucky for him he only had a few more hours left to go. Then he could go home, get in a kickass shower and see what Hurk was doing.

Standing up, he wiped his face down with his handkerchief. If this had been anytime during the summer he would’ve been dying, but at least the weather was working in his favor. The breeze took the edge off just enough, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds to soak it all in.

“Oh, Charlemagne?”

Grating right on his ears, the pitch John used never failed to make him want to grind his teeth together. That, and saying his name. Kept on doing that well after being told he could call him Sharky. Shit, even his grandma used it sparingly.

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you be focusing over there-“ John froze, and all smugness vanished.

That put him on edge. “Yo, you wanna expand on that, amigo?”

Slowly turning around, Sharky caught the small creature on the ground and felt every hair on him stand on end. Black and white, and assuming the posture any pissed off animal would, it stood tall for its small size with its tail up, ready and aiming right at him.

Skunks, though, had never liked him. Guess he’d earned that after the whole kissing one bit. So, staring down what he was sure had to be some distant relative out for revenge, he did what came naturally.

Yelled. Loudly, and might’ve sealed his fate right then and there.

Hit, but not in the eyes – thank Hurk’s monkey Jesus for that – he sprinted down towards the river and dove right in.

Grabbing his cap, he kept it in hand as he bobbed back up to the surface. The smell hit as he gulped down air, and he furiously paddled away from the shore when he realized he’d been followed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

This was fucking bonkers, and it was only getting worse.

Could skunks swim? Did they have a sense for it, or was he getting played by the only one able to? Was this the moment some poor guy was going to have to act out in the movie about his life? Swimming out, smelling to high heaven as a rich asshole laughed it up from the shore?

Fuck, he hoped to hell not, 'cause he’d lived an okay life up ‘til now. And having that be the moment he’d be known for immortalized up on the silver screen was just lousy at best.

Looking back, he watched as the skunk gave him the evil eye for a minute, pacing back and forth as it thought about shooting at him again. Little fucker wasn’t done yet, but couldn’t fire another round off from where it was.

John on the other hand, was watching the whole thing develop from a distance. He hadn’t taken off, but wasn’t laughing like he thought he would either. If anything, his gaze was sharp as he aimed it over at the skunk camping him out, and kept it set in place as he approached the boathouse.

Whatever the hell he had in mind, Sharky hoped he’d do it, and do it fast.

Shit, if he ended up zapped too, that’d also make his week, but for now he needed to keep swimming, and tried to see if he could make his way back towards land. His arms and legs weren’t tired, but the water wasn’t getting any warmer, and this was more of a workout than he’d planned for.

The skunk did not let up, following his drift.

“Seriously? Don’t you got something better to get up to?”

No, it didn’t, and he paddled harder hoping to get some kind of a lead on it. Kicked enough with the intent of making a break for it as soon as he hit land.

Maybe he could shimmy up a tree? Nah, he’d be a sitting duck, worse off there than here. Get back to his car on the way? His keys were swimming in his pocket right now, along with-

Aw, dammit. There went that phone. Sputtering into the water, he coughed around the word that would’ve come out otherwise, then gave it up to keep on swimming.

On the edge of the shore, he dragged himself up and out and booked it. Didn’t see anything waiting for him, but didn’t waste time either. Just hit the nearest patch of tall bushes and stayed low.

Waiting was the worst part. Waiting, listening, and trying not to make too much noise on his end. Every branch, twig, and leaf was the enemy now, and he wasn’t about to let that skunk get the drop on him again.

Five minutes passed. Then ten.

Loud squeaking sounded off in the distance, and he poked his head out from the bush.

Scanning left and right, Sharky checked for black and white. That and movement. When neither seemed to be present, he pushed his way forward and stepped out into the open.

Letting out a slow breath, he shook his hat out and slipped it back on. Then took in a tentative sniff as he raised his arm. The smell hung around him like a cloud, and getting a bigger whiff of it only made him want to gag.

Peeling the shirt off, he wrung it out, and gave it a smell as well. Now that made his eyes water. With his luck his jeans were just as bad, and he didn’t bother checking. Just pulled them off to get some of the water out of them too, and resigned himself to drip-drying the rest of the day outdoors.

“Charlemagne? You can come out now!”

John. Guess he’d found a way to deal with it after all.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

“Ugh, fucker. Took him long enough.” Groaning to himself, he slung his wet clothes over his shoulder and started heading towards the clearing.

“Well, there you…are?” John gave him a quick once over as he walked past, and pursed his lips. “Hmm.”

The woman with him didn’t even try to make eye contact. Just kept her attention directed elsewhere, her cheeks tinted red.

Great. Not that he was trying, but his odds of getting even a pity look in passing had all but tanked.

“Yo, I don’t wanna know what you did, but after that? My bullshit meter’s maxed, so fuck off.”

Prying his keys out of his pocket, Sharky unlocked the trunk of his car and threw the clothes into the back of it. Between the gas cans and propane tanks he’d thrown back there often enough, skunk wasn’t going to add much to the smell in there.

“Fuck off? That’s not very kind, all things considering.”

The trunk dropped, and he might’ve used more force than necessary. “Kind?”

“Not even a thank you?” John eyed him from a distance, smug, but only for a second. “After chasing off your little tormentor? Such a shame, really.”

“That I ain’t feeling, what? Warm gratitude towards you right now? Like happy and fuzzy shit?”

John scoffed. “Hardly.”

“'Cause you’re making a whole lot of noise for nothing, and I wouldn’t be out here busting my ass at all without you to begin with.”

“Oh, my dear Charlemagne,” he watched as John withdrew a blue handkerchief from his jean pocket, and held it up to his face to cover his nose, “I’m hardly the one at fault here.”

His patience snapped like a brittle twig. Rattling off words as fast as they came to him, Sharky scraped for the bottom, tried actively to come up with the most out of bounds targeted insults he could conjure up just to see if he could wipe what he was sure was a smirk right off of John’s face.

Then nearly crashed into the woman who had stepped into his path. Making full-on eye contact now, she gave him a hesitant, but soft smile. “I think this might help.”

In her hands was a towel. A nice, fluffy one, and she held it out towards him.

The anger drained out of him as he stared at her. Almost as if someone took an ice bucket and dumped it right over his shoulders.

Gingerly taking it, Sharky let it dangle in the air between them. “Uh, thanks?”

“Of course. For anyone in need, and you certainly seemed to be. Considering your lack of…clothing in general right now.”

Still had the underwear on, at least. Blushing five different shades of red, he quickly wrapped the towel around himself. “Yeah, um, thank you again, miss.”

She nodded, and headed back towards John. “We’ll be heading out, but can we expect you at mass later tonight?”

John lowered the handkerchief just enough for Sharky to catch the frown. “If work allows it. There’s still a lot left to do here, but you can let Joseph know I’ll try.”

Sharky pulled up a corner of the towel to wipe his face, no longer able to hear much of what was traded between them. Lady hadn’t even flinched at the smell up close, and the towel was a nice one. Nicer than any of the kind he had at home, and must’ve been in the basket she had with her.

Yeah, got that pity look after all. Great.

Staring down at his feet, he removed his cap to run a hand through his hair. The hushed voices behind him eventually stopped, and by the time John walked over he’d switched to looking out over the water.

“That was interesting.”

“Sure,” Sharky said, tired of arguing with him.

“And there went our progress for the afternoon. At least the morning wasn’t a complete waste, but our guest derailed us thoroughly. And I don’t believe you have a change of clothes, do you?”

Sharky rubbed his shoulder, and felt it twinge in response as he moved it. He badly needed a cigarette, and was desperate enough to see how many times it’d take for a wet one to actually light.

“Do you?”

“Look, I get what you’re asking. And no, I’d have-“ John raised the handkerchief again, and the words died in his mouth. “You know what? Forget it. And if you’re looking to avoid this shit, don’t stand downwind of it. Basic Scouting 101 right there.”

Sharky whipped the towel off and threw it at him.

John snatched it out of the air, keeping it from smacking him in the face. “Leaving?”

Not bothering to check behind him as he approached his car, Sharky flashed him the finger.

“You can take this with you, you know.”

That John didn’t take the bait, or fight him on it, only irritated him further. He also seemed to be following him, and Sharky scowled at him. “Don’t need it.”

John sighed, and put away the cloth. “Charlemagne, it’s a towel, and you’re still soaking wet.”

“And maybe I want the draft to help dry the swamp ass brewing here, okay?” he shot, climbing in behind the wheel. “And if you wanna give me shit for cutting out early, tack on more hours as a penalty, whatever, I’ll deal with that next time. Or, hell, the time after, as long as it doesn’t mean I’m still standing here talking any of this shit with you. That work?”

The thin line John had pressed his lips into told him otherwise, but he said nothing. Just crossed his arms before holding out the towel to him one last time.

Sharky hit the gas and didn’t look back.

[fairymagicheart1]

Half Court Havoc

(I imagine this right in between the time right after Snow Day but right before Insane In Big Mama’s Train, and this is how I see their relationship in it's earliest as a budding couple in Fanfic version. :3

Mentioned OC: Dani is an OC belonging to my friend @mermaidsoul8, she helped me greatly in her input on this!! Kudos goes to her as well!

PS: This is my LONGEST fanfic so I hope you all enjoy it!)

It was just after 5 PM as Tati finally came through the Lair entrance and dropped off her bag. “Hey, guys! Sorry I was a little late, got held up at school with April, Sunita, and Dani..” Tati said as she passed by Splinter; sitting in his chair. “Uh hey, Sensei.. where’s Leo?” Then Some crashing can be heard, “I recommend looking in the kitchen, he’s been in there all day.” Splinter said rather nonchalantly. “Uhh... thanks, Sensei.,” Tati said as she walked ahead.

Leo was stumbling about to put the pots away after he had tipped them over. “Ok just keep it together Leon.. just turtle up and just ask her.” He said to himself, of course in his practice mode; Leo had knocked over the pots by his clumsy nature. Then a lightbulb appears over his head! “That’s it! I’ll just play it smooth like Lou Jitsu was before we found out he’s our dad..” He decided and with a proud smirk on his face.. which quickly changed to a surprised shock upon hearing...

“Leo? What was that?” Tati asked as she stood by the entrance to the kitchen. Flip-flopping around to face her, Leo tried leaning smoothly on the counter and showcased his trademarked grin. “Just uh... chilling you know?”To which, Tati just raised a brow and lightly smirked back. “You’re sure making a lot of noise for just “Chilling?” Leon?” She giggled, helping away to put away one last pot. “So uh, Tati? I was thinking you wanna go shoot some hoops with me... I mean if you want to?” He asked while leaning on his left elbow, even though on the inside he was shaking.

Tati turned and looked up with a smile. “Sure Leo! Should we ask your bros to play too?” She suggested but Leo shot up. “Oh uh I already checked in! They’re all.. busy! You know.. with their.. ninja stuff too?” He grinned nervously from the raised brow on Tati, “Well alright then, just let me get my phone.” She shrugged but smiled. She turned around to walk out and leaving Leo to do a dab and cheered in secret.

It turns out that the three brothers were already walking in from off-screen and were all smirking, they had heard the whole thing. “You know, a girl like it better if you just ask them straight up Leo,” Donnie said and chuckled as Mikey just grinned. “Aw come on!” Leo slumped his arms down.

“You didn’t have to lie, Leo, just go and have fun.” Raph smiled and Leo smiled as he took off to meet with her... with Donnie adding with: “How much you wanna bet he screws up?” Mikey rose his hand and Raph slapped his face.

The two already made it to the surface as Leo showed off his spinning ball trick with Tati smirking... with some unsavory eyes watching them... it was the recently mutated Ghostbear! “This Tortuga has a Novia now? And on a date? I shall ruin it like he and the other Tortugas ruined my pro-wrestling career!” He cackled and proceeded to follow...  Upon arriving at a half-court, Leo spun the ball and tossed it to Tati and grinned. “Let’s see what you got,” Tati smirked and held it. “Oh, I’ll bring it, Blue Bolt...” Tati started the game.. with her practically running with the ball without bouncing it! Though Leo caught up to her. “I’m not a rules guy but you’re supposed to bounce it as you run.” He smirked and Tati held it away above her head with her own smug grin. “Why can’t we?” She teased and stopped when Leo stepped in front of her. “Gotcha! The two of them ended up laughing as Leo tried to reach for the ball and knocked it into the air! Tati grinned as she used the magic from her hand and controlled the air to carry the ball right into the basket!”

”Ok that was not fair.” Leo teased and Tati just teased back. “Hey, you did say to bring it, and you were up against a fairy that in tune with air.” They both end up laughing... and they just realized how close they were standing still and blushed.

”So if you wanna do this more often..” Leo started to ask smooth... that was until a loud landing crash happened in front of them. Ghostbear decided to take action this time and cackled loudly. “Peekaboo Tortuga!!” He called out and cackled. “GHOSTBEAR?!” Leo cried in horror, This was the LAST thing he wanted. Leo took out his Odachi sword and tried charging at him... completely forgetting about his new ability to go Ghost!! Falling right through the mutant!

“I’ll ruin this date like you ruin my pro wrestling career!!” He cried out evilly and tried to swipe at Tati, jumping back, she tried unleashing her gale-force attacks and it did knock Ghostbear to the brick wall. Though he roared and Leo took the distracted opportunity to hit Ghostbear from the side.

Now was the time for a retreat! The noise brings people and people mean more risk in innocent civilian damage. Rushing down the alleyway they came from the first time with a raging mutant polar bear in pursuit.

Leo quickly found cover in the separate alleyway as Ghostbear was busy searching for the two and tore open any garbage bins, Leo covered his face before he turned to face Tati. “I’m so sorry about this, I tried being smooth and confident to ask you out and yet this happens.. probably messed up so bad now..” He sighed but Tati, with a pink shade to her cheeks, grabbed his hand. 

“Leo, no matter what and despite this evil, crazy, and might I add very petty mutant polar bear... I would’ve and always will say yes; I would love to go out with you.” She confessed and Leo squeezes his hand back in hers. “Really?! I-yes!” He said (rather) too loudly and Ghostbear turned to that direction and poked his furry head in.“Peekaboo Tortuga!!”

Before Ghostbear gets a swipe in, Leo and Tati quickly jump out of the way and in midair, Tati said quickly “Uh maybe not the time and place for a romantic confession!” “Agreed!!” Leo concurred fast as Tati had caught him and used her wind magic to help him land behind another alleyway. Tati and Leo poked their heads out to observe the seeking mutant bear.

“Señor Fuzzy-Jerk won’t leave us alone unless he’s stopped! We gotta do something..” Tati said.. then gave a knowing look to Leo. “Well, Leo?” In her eyes, she fully believes in him.“You.. really think I can?” Leo said looking surprised. “Leo, I know you can.” She squeezed his arm and now they both looked determined to the approaching Ghostbear. Leo lifted the basketball and he whispered his quickly made plan.

Separating as Tati ran out first. “Hey! You!! Over here Mal Oso!!” She cried and with an evil laugh, Ghostbear foolishly chased after her. Supposedly cornering her by a gate in the alleyway and Ghostbear cackled. “Looks like the Tortuga is gonna have to find another novia.. because I have ruined his date!!” He cackled so evilly.. but didn’t exactly noticed the smirk on Tati’s face.

“Yeah, I don’t think you have you moron.” She then pressed her cloaking badge and revealed her fairy wings and green eyes. “You really should watch out behind you!” She raised her hand to catch the basketball and used her air power to launch it into Ghostbear’s face hard and very quickly, in Ghostbear’s surprise and his guard was hit backward.. into Leo’s already opened portal!

Leo opened two more: one above the other to gain speed and finally a third opened to lead into the Hudson River and had shot Ghostbear through. “TORTUGA!!!” He cried before hitting the waters and he burst out soon after to catch on some driftwood.. exhausted and frustrated that he failed again.

Back with the couple, Tati and Leo high fives each other and laughed about it. “Leo! That was so good! You knew thy enemy and used it to our advantage!! You're amazing!!” She threw her arms around his shoulders and Leo enjoyed this feeling.

“And you’re amazing too Tati! Everything! Your wind powers and everything about you?” Leo complimented back and the two blushed and were silent for a quick moment.

“Let’s call this a pre-date and finish this night off with Pizza?” Tati suggested, “Pizza! Run Of The Mill?” He held his arm out and Tati gladly took it. “Run Of The Mill.” She giggled and the two finally went off towards the Yokai Pizza place... feelings confirmed but willing to take it slow.

[thedarkenedkeeper]

Let me tell y’all ‘bout Misha...

I figure with October around the corner, I’d share a, I don’t know, “ghost story” of sorts???? But first, let me clarify two things. 

One: I am 100% a believer of ghosts. I don’t believe in Heaven, Hell, God, the Devil, angels, or demons. I don’t necessarily know what to believe in the way of what happens after we die. I do, however, like to think that anyone I’ve lost before hasn’t truly left - I like to think they’re still here, I just can’t see, hear, or feel them. But of course, while this is comforting, if you believe in good spirits, it’s only logical to believe in bad ones as well. Like, if a murderer were to be gunned down or something, you can’t tell me they’d come back as Casper the friendly ghost, like nah, not likely. So naturally, my belief in ghosts is both comforting and fucking terrifying.

And two: what I’m about to explain to you all - I’m sure there is a logical, realistic explanation for it all. It probably has nothing to do with a ghost or anything like it. BUT until we get some definitive proof or plausible explanation for it all, I’m going with my supernatural-loving heart and saying it’s a ghost.

Alright, let me tell you guys all about Misha!

So I don’t really remember when this all started (either around the beginning of the year or the ending of last year), but one day I had been upstairs and stopped by my youngest brother’s room to see what he was up to (he’s 14 btw). He was completely rearranging and tidying up his room and he stopped to chat with me for a few minutes. During this, I noticed something white fall from behind him and land with a thud, causing both of us to immediately look at what it was. It looked like a big chunk of the ceiling had broken away, and I’m talking a fist-sized ball of white, not a flat piece. Thing is, when we looked up at the ceiling to see if there was a hole, there was nothing - there was absolutely nothing that showed a part of the ceiling had broken off or anything; it was bare. We both nervously laughed and I made a comment about how it was like the movie “Poltergeist”, what with something falling from out of nowhere. I joked further by gasping, saying, “Oh my god, you have a roommate!”.

And ever since that day, anytime something strange has occurred, we always joke how it’s my brother’s roommate’s fault.

One time when my brothers and I had the house to ourselves for the night, we decided to watch “Avatar”, and about 40 minutes in, it suddenly froze up - the picture was still and there was no audio, and yet, the counter on the player was still going. It didn’t resume until 15 minutes after. Of course, I immediately joked out loud, “Goddamn, L (initial of my youngest bro), your roommate is messing with the movie! Seriously?! Now is NOT the time!”

Every now and again (about once a month), either a morning talk show none of us have heard of or an episode of ET: Entertainment Tonight will appear on the PVR, and we’ll all immediately start questioning each other on who recorded it, which of course, none of us did. And naturally, I joke around like, “Oh, L’s roommate must’ve recorded it. I mean, come on, they’re part of the household too! Maybe they like morning talk shows, maybe they like ET”.

Now that I think about it, there was one time a year or two ago when I was home alone and I was upstairs in my room and I swore I heard the oldest of my two brothers down in the living room, on his iPod watching YouTube (it sounded like a video was playing). It was strange, cause it was still pretty early and he shouldn’t have been home yet, but I shrugged and was like “Okay, maybe it was an early dismissal”. Except when I went downstairs, no one was there - no one was in the basement either. No one was home except for me. I chuckled nervously, looking around a tad worriedly, calling out “Don’t do that! Don’t freak me out like that! Jesus Christ...”

Eventually I asked my brother to name the ghost and give them a gender neutral name since we don’t know if it’s a guy or girl. SO my brother immediately came up with Misha (don’t ask why - he just liked the name). 

Now like I said, these things - there are probably really logical explanations for them. However, the one thing - the big one - that I’m about to tell you is where myself, and my family period, are all at a loss for words.

L’s room and my room are beside each other, and for months, every now and again before going to bed, I always heard some kind of thumping coming from the wall that separates our rooms. It wasn’t extremely loud or anything, but it was noticeable and sounded like someone either banging something into the wall or moving furniture around. Some nights it would happen, some nights it wouldn’t. There wasn’t any pattern to it, there wasn’t any specific time it would occur at. It would just always happen at night - sometimes as early as 9:30 P.M. and late as 4:00 A.M., and the thumps ranging from being at one end of the wall to sometimes travelling throughout it. It was really weird. For the longest time, I’d kept on thinking it was my brother doing something, in which case I was like, “What the fuck is he doing at fucking 3 in the morning?!” 

Well turns out, he wasn’t doing anything. In fact, he too had been hearing these thumps for months as well and always assumed that I had been the one causing the noise.

So naturally, at this discovery, both of us immediately got chills. If neither of us was causing the noises, then what the fuck was? 

We told our folks about it, and at first, they both laughed and thought we were just hearing things and making things up. But with how insistent both of us were being - how we were explaining what we kept hearing and how we were both clearly hearing the same thing - they decided to humor us and ask questions on what exactly the noises sounded like, when they occurred, etc, etc. 

Keep this in mind, okay? The wall that separates our rooms - there’s NOTHING in that wall. There’s no ventilation shafts, nothing that would cause rattling or loud sounds at all whatsoever - our dad made this clear to us (and he’s an electrician - he’s wired some of the walls in the house before). And it couldn’t be an animal in the wall because what we were hearing did NOT sound anything like an animal. No scratching or tapping of claws or hissing or anything like that - there’s just thumping.

Our folks at first came up with some theories, the big one being how there’s a possibility an animal (a bird) was coming around at certain times of the night up on the roof and then whatever they were doing was vibrating down into our wall. On some level, I could sort of see that being the case.

But it gets better.

Our mom told us that if and when we heard the sound again, we should go and get her immediately - even if she was asleep - just so she could hear it for herself. One night, my brother heard the thumping and instantly ran to get our folks to hear it, and sure enough, they too heard it and realized we weren’t joking around. The best part (or more so, the most unsettling thing) is, after hearing it for themselves, they honestly couldn’t tell what it was either. They couldn’t come up with a plausible explanation for the strange thumping occurring in our wall every couple of minutes. 

This has been happening for months and it’s STILL happening.

I don’t know what the cause is - no one in the house does - but until then, my brother and I are convinced we have a ghost (who we’ve named Misha) residing in the house. Whether they’re a guy or girl, a child, a teenager, a 30-something adult, a senior, whatever - we’re being nice to them (like whenever I’m home alone and about to blare my tunes, I’m like, “Okay, Misha, if you’re there...PLEASE be nice to me. Please don’t give me a heart attack or anything, alright? We’re cool, right? Okay. Also, I apologize in advance for my loud, horrible singing - I can’t help it, okay? You know how it is. So yeah, sorry! If you wanted to take a nap or something, maybe wait an hour or two” XD).

Given how I’ve been in this house since I was 2, I highly doubt they’re a hostile, malicious ghost - they probably just want attention (but why at fucking 3 in the morning?! Misha, you’re drunk! Go lie down, damn it!). 

SO yeah, now you know about Misha, and if I ever refer to them in a post, you now know who I’m talking about.

Also, I don’t know if they’re looking over my shoulder while I’m typing this or not so I’ll go ahead and say “Hi” to you guys for them, so....yeah, Misha says “Hi!” XD 

[marculees]

Tag

85 questions tag thingy

Rules: When you get tagged answer the 80- something questions. After that you’re supposed to tag 25 people

Tagged by my cutiepie @kachuwritings, thank you!

What was your:

1. Last beverage: Water

2. Last phone call: On the Luas with a friend I was meeting in town

3. Last text: My kpopsistar <3 @jaexmins

4. Last song: Egyptian Pools - Jinsang

5. Last time you cried: Last night when I thought it would be a good idea to listen to emotional piano music while reading fluffy scenarios

Have you ever:

6. Dated someone twice: Nope. It ends for a reason.

7. Been cheated on: Thankfully not. It doesn’t really count as cheating but a mutual crush asked if he could date my friend (literally after we made plans to start dating the next month after our exams). I never got with him in the end and he then began dating another friend of mine while flirting with the other so...

8. Kissed anyone and regretted it: Lmao yes because it was only one person and I never enjoyed any of the kisses. Here’s tip for ppl: don’t go straight for tongue or pressure someone into it T-T

9. Lost someone special: Of course

10. Been depressed: I’ve been sad but I wouldn’t call it depression

11. Been drunk and threw up: Nope! I don’t drink >.<

List your three favourite colours:

12. Purple

13. Pink

14. Blue

In the last year have you:

15. Made a new friend: Soooo many and I’m really happy with them ^-^

16. Fallen out of love: I wasn’t ‘in love’ but I did lose feelings for a crush after he started ghosting me and being a dick for no reason lol

17. Laughed so hard that I cried: Yes XD

18. Met someone who changed you: My new friends, I suppose. They made me feel more confident and welcomed :)

19. Found out who your true friends are: Yup

20. Found out someone was talking about you: Probably but I obviously didn’t care enough to remember lol

21. Kissed anyone on your FB list: Nope

22. How many people do you know on your FB list: I don’t have that many friends on my list so I’d say like 95% of them since I don’t really add randos

Randoms:

23. Do you have any pets: A cat and a dog now too ;-; <3

24. Do you want to change your name: No, I love it! I don’t even want to change my surname if I get married tbh. Its really uncommon and no one has ever heard of it before :o

25. What did you do for your last birthday party: My mum insisted I dress up really fancy (and while I do normally do go fancy, this was like princess dress fancy) and she even put a tiara on me lmao. I thought we were just going for dinner with the four of us and then suddenly all my other relatives (including my dad’s side who are just horrible and don’t care about us!) were there to surprise me ;-; They even made me wear this fancy 18th birthday banner and because it was a buffet, I had to constantly walk down past everyone in my little prom dress and tiara lol. I kept making eye contact with this one girl in particular and we ended up making friends later in college before even realising we had seen each other before :O

26. What time did you wake up this morning: at: Around half ten?

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Talking about ice cream and aggressively sending each other heart memes with @kikitsaaa ^-^

28. Something you can’t wait for: To adopt our little doggo <3

29. Last time you saw your mother: Like twenty minutes when I went downstairs to make myself a bowl of cereal

30. One thing you wish you could change about your life: My health so that I wouldn’t have to worry so much and could have more freedom

31. What are you listening to right now: Try Me - The Weeknd

32. Have you ever talked to a Tom: Yeah, I worked with a Tom for a group assignment. There was also one in another one of my classes and we’d have some banter together

33. What’s getting on your nerves right now: The amount of bugs and shit that keep flying right in my face anytime I open the window for fresh air

34. Most viewed webpage: Tumblr, Youtube and WordHippo (because I’m a writing nerd and that shit is amazing)

35. Nickname: Niamho, Niamhie, another one but that includes my surname so I won’t say it here...

36. Relationship status: Single and I’m kinda indifferent about it?

37. Zodiac sign: Leo

40. College: I won’t give out the name but its amazing ^-^

41. Hair colour: Blonde

42. Long or short: Medium, I guess? Like its just past my shoulders

43. Height: 161cm/5′3″

44. Do you have a crush on someone: Unless idols count, then no haha

45. What do you like about yourself: A lot actually, it just took me a while to do so. Physically, I like my lips the most? Personality, I like my hardworking nature and the passion I put into my work.

46. Tattoos: None

47. Right or left handed: Leftie!

48. First piercing: My ears but they aren’t anymore because I had to take them out for hospital scans and had such pain putting them back in that I was just like “Fuck this nope”

49. First best friend: Daniel. He was my childhood sweetheart. We don’t talk anymore and we’ve both grown up and found different people. Our mums are still friends though!

50. First sport you joined: Karate when I was 6 and did it right up until last year >.<

51. First vacation: Lanzarote

53. Eating: Well, I just finished my cereal a few minutes ago?

54. Drinking: Water

55. About to: Continue working on a song I started writing last night

57. Listening to: Somebody Else - Vérité

58. Waiting for: “a brand new day” jk jk but go listen to that bop (Kodaline need to pay me for me promoting them all the time istg) I’m actually waiting for my sister to wake up so I can ask her if we can play her ps4 together haha ^-^

Your future:

59. Want kids: No thanks!!!!

60. Get married: Yeah, I think so? I’m not in any rush to do so though.

61: Career: Would love to be an author but I doubt that will happen realistically. Probably a marketing executive. Not that its shit, but I’d just rather be doing what I love XD

Which is better:

62. Lips or eyes: I love both but I’m a sucker for puppy eyes c:

63. Hugs or kisses: Neither lmao but I’ll go with hugs since I’ve grown to tolerate them more. My hugs are like 0.4 seconds long or I just kinda stand there and be like “can we pls just stay like this for another minute k thx” T-T

64. Shorter or taller: Taller but not too tall because then I actually feel kinda scared XD

65. Older or younger: Older or maybe my age, but not younger because boys my age are immature enough as it is T-T

66. Romantic or spontaneous: Define romantic...? Because my idea of romance is like going to Build A Bear and getting ice creams ^^’

67. Nice stomach or arms: Certified arm enthusiast oops >.<

68. Loud or sensitive: I’m a mix of both so finding someone who has a healthy balance would be nice lol. Too loud and I feel overwhelmed and frustrated if I can’t get a word in, too sensitive and I’ll feel overwhelmed again because kdfljmdsb I’m not good with dealing with other’s emotions

69. Hook-up or relationship: Realtionship 1000%. Hookups are a big nonononono for me. I can’t even kiss someone if I’m not in a relationship with them tbh. Call me a prude, its just who I am ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

70. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant because same bro lets just chill together

71. Kissed a stranger: Never

72. Drank hard liquor: Never

73. Lost glasses/contacts: Don’t wear them so no

74. Had sex on a first date: Noooo I’m pure >.<

75. Broken someone’s heart: Yes, but you can’t force yourself to like someone and vice versa

76. Been arrested: Nope

77. Turned someone down: Yep and then he bullied me even though I actually stopped the bullies from picking on him in the first place? XD

78. Cried when someone died: Yes

79. Fallen for a friend: Yep, that’s how most of my crushes begin

Do you believe in:

80. Yourself: Deep down, yes. I just that little bit from someone else though ^^’

81. Miracles: I’m more a fate person?

83. Heaven: I’m not religious so...

84. Santa Claus: I wish T-T

85. Kisses on first dates: I don’t do them personally but I wouldn’t judge others if they did :S

Okay, I’m not sure if I have 25 people to tag so I’m gonna go with these lovelies: @kikitsaaa @staarchild @happysmilebtr @kpopismyasethic @jungkooks-bunny @cosmicrailwaybisexual @thefroghyungwon @ltaeyonqs @jaexmins @plaisirgrief @jacksonsdeer @marcus-lee9 @oppafeels @lamptastical

[ghost-avalyn]

After many hours of deliberation I came up with some answers to a questionnaire for Denver. <3 Questions can be found here! Some of the answers have dialogue, some have no dialogue, some are both.

Answers and stuff under the cut.

1.) What is your guardian’s name? What does it mean? What inspired you to choose that name for them?

Denver. No real reason, thought it was cute and when a name strikes me I usually stick with it because I'm chronically bad at naming.

2.) What did your guardian name their ghost? What does it mean? What inspired them to choose that name?

Her name is Avalyn. It means “beautiful breath of life”. The name is fairly self-explanatory. Mostly, he calls her Av.

“Heh, funny story. I was rezzed in a bookstore... I can't read. Av deciphers things for me, so it's not really worth it to learn. Anyways. I asked her what I could call her before I even figured out my own name. She took my request seriously and I helped her by turning the pages of some old-ass books. She found the name Avalyn. She seemed to like it, and she deserves a name she likes. So we kept it.”

3.) What is your guardians favorite weapon of choice? What mod do they use for it? Do they have a masterwork on it and if so, how many enemies have they killed with that weapon?

“Crimson looks pretty sweet with the gold studs. But I don't care about guns too much. Next question.”

4.) Do they participate in the Crucible often or do they just go to complete the daily challenges?

He likes participating in the Crucible to be immersed in the energy of battle and to screw around. He can't bring himself to care much about actually competing. He has an exposition kink so he's all about showing off his flips 'n shit.

“There are challenges? Man, that's news. I like showing off my flips, running around the maps, fucking around with the guardians. They're fun. They take things so seriously.”

5.) If your guardian had to choose to be another class, what class would they pick? Or would they stay the same?

He'd probably stay the same. The idea of being a big strong titan might appeal to him briefly, but only if his size were to change and I don't think it works that way.

“Oh! Would I get taller if I became a Titan? Unless it'd make me a bigger, beefier version of myself, no dice. I'd make a pretty lame Warlock, too.”

6.) What is their favorite subclass within their own class?

He's an Arcstrider, he knows no other life. Arc energy flows naturally for him, as if it chose him. The body movement with Arc Staff suits his innate connection to his center of gravity.  

“Arcstrider for sure. If I was smarter, maybe I could figure out how to use different energy. Maybe I'm just lazy, I don't know. I needed Arc energy more than the others and it kinda came to me naturally. I'm not the Avatar over here.”

7.) What is their favorite subclass in a different class?

I wanted to go with something other than Striker, but, he has a strong affinity for Arc and can't help but admire the amount of force and energy that super utilizes.

“Strikers are sexy.”

8.) Would they rather receive a titan kiss ( a hard ass headbutt that mostly results in death ), asking a warlock a question that might result in a long explanation, or deciding to play the knife game with hunter and bet at high stakes?

“That's a tough one. But uh, probably go with the knife-game, it sounds fun.”

9.) Would they prank other guardians or just their close friends? What kind of pranks would they pull?

He'd be fairly cordial with any guardian that hadn't already pranked him in some way – that would be the green light. Except Dutch, he will forever be [attempting to] push him off ledges to get a rise out of that exo.

“I won't mess with a guardian I don't know. Unless, you know, they prank me first. But then we officially know each other, and it's fair game. With Dutch, I'm always trying to pull a fast one on him and somehow the fucker is always one step ahead of me. Do Exos have literal eyes on the back of their heads?”

10.) Which vanguard member to they like to hang out with the most?

He likes chilling with Cayde. He wants to learn more about Exos, and even if Cayde doesn't offer much in the way of knowledge, it's a nice breather to visit him every once in a while as he's a total opposite to Dutch personality-wise.

“Cayde is my bro. The other Vanguard members seem kinda... high strung for me. They don't like me very much anyways. Cayde doesn't mind when I show up unannounced, he's always up for company, and sometimes I need a break from Dutch's seriousness.”

11.) Who would they fmk out of Skolas, Ghaul, and Calus?

“I'd fuck the Fallen guy, marry the rich guy, and kill the asshole. Is there any other way to answer this question?”

12.) What kind of hobbies do they do in their free time? Are there any particular skills they have that help them with this hobby(s)?

“People watching, clubbing, dancing... Just hanging out.”

13.) What is their favorite armor set and what shader do they use for it?

Kairos armor set with Shinobu's vow, and Omolon Meteor Gloss.

14.) Do they prefer silence or are they unbothered in loud areas?

Denver is not a fan of silence. He didn't really think much about this until he started his life at The Tower and felt quite at home with the relative amount of chaos.

“I like loud areas with a lot of different things to pay attention to. Silence is boring.”

15.) Are they afraid of storms? If so, is there a specific reason why?

Nope, he loves them. The white noise calms him, the thunder claps excite him, and he absorbs arc energy considerably better in this kind of weather.

“Stormy weather is my favorite. I've been struck by lightning a few times. I'm pretty sure that's what happened. I was able to run off that energy and power my town for days without stopping.”

16.) Who were they before their ghost revived them? Do they know about this and if so how or what did they use to learn about themselves?

Denver grew up with his mother in a group of ten or so refugees far from any new-age civilization. They stuck together in a small pack, doing a lot of foraging to meet their basic needs. The group didn't get involved in war/political affairs and mainly kept to themselves.

“I dunno, but I don't think about the past much even when it's something I do remember.”

17.) How close are your guardian and their ghost? If they are not close, would your guardian kill their ghost and choose to answer the darkness’ calls?

They are best friends, partners in [sorta] crime. Avalyn calls Denver out on any of his bullshit but follows him loyally wherever they go.

“I love Av. We do everything together. She helps me out so much, and she makes a lot of good points about life-stuff.”

18.) Would your guardian engage in a romantic relationship with Fallen, Cabal, Hive, etc? If so, what do they find attractive about the species?

I don't know that he's ever considered it.

“Hm, Fallen are pretty good-looking. But romance? There's a bit of a language barrier there.”

19.) Who is their favorite lore hero? Example, Jolder, Saint-14, Andal Brask, etc. Why is this person their favorite and in what ways do they inspire your guardian? What would your guardian say if they were face to face with them?

He's heard some stories about Andal through his relationship with Cayde-6, he admires the strength of their friendship and wishes he was able to know the guy in person.

20.) Does your guardian like plants? If so, what kinds? Do they prefer flowers or trees or shrubs? Would they start a garden?

“Trees are nice, I guess. Especially those huge ones on Nessus.”

21.) If your guardian became obsessed with something, what would it be?

“Why do the exos get reset??? Does it shift them farther away from who they really are, is it convenient, and if it is convenient, to who?”

22.) Do they like reading books or watching movies or both? What genres are their favorites? Does their fireteam have the same taste?

Denver prefers watching movies because it can be a co-op experience. He can absorb the information with someone else and bounce it off of them, figuring out how his experience aligns with others'.

“Movies are cool with friends. I don't read. If I really wanted to, I could have Av help me read something, but I dunno. I'd rather have a conversation with someone who knows what they're talking about.”

23.) What kind of music do they like? Do they dance around anybody in any situation or in the privacy of their quarters? What would their favorite song from the Golden Age be?

He prefers future bass like “Exhale Therapy” by Conrank, or psychedelic pop, see “Feel it Still” by Portugal. The Man. But anything with a good beat is accepted.

“Hell yeah! I'll dance anywhere, everywhere, for anyone who's willing to watch. ;)”

24.) What does their living space look like? Are there a bunch of pictures around or do Knick knacks cover the shelves? Do they enjoy bright, neutral, or dark colors? Would they purchase a fur rug?

“My living space? Oh right. I have a bunk, but I don't spend much time there. Dutch's house is way nicer.”

IMO Denver lives in a shared living quarters with several other lower-ranked Guardians. He spends many more nights with Dutch-9 in his swank-ass modern-looking house, or Cayde's living quarters. He doesn't settle in one particular area, he can even be found couch surfing in the city. As far as personal belongings such as clothing, he does fancy bright, obnoxious coloring and is sometimes known to collect knick-knacks to adorn Avalyn's shell [with her approval] or just to collect dust in his bag/vault.

25.) Do they travel around the city often? If so, what are their favorite places to go and who do they go with? Are the civilians ever excited to see them or do they give them a look because of precious mishaps that resulted in property damage?

He does travel the city often. He likes anything that can be done in tandem with other people. Rather than dragging friends along, he tends to insert himself into groups easily, usually at bars/clubs, making tons of acquaintances and not many close friends. He likes to feel like he “knows people” and makes conversation with the owners of the buildings, yearning for a sense of belonging. Since his found-family from the refugee town was taken in by the city, he also visits them often to check on how city life is treating them and helps them out any way he can. He definitely has done some damage to local venues but does everything in his power to make it right when that happens.

26.) Are they good with kids? If not, how do they react when a child tries to talk to them? If they are good with kids, what kind of things do they do to entertain them?

“Kids are awesome. They're just... authentic, you know? I want to hear about their perspective on things. But I'll show them Arc-staff tricks if they're not into telling me their ideas about the world.”

27.) Are they in love with Shaxx?

“He's a great hype-man. I dig his enthusiasm. In love? Nah, but I have a normal amount of love for him.”

28.) When your guardian sleeps, are they stiff and stay in one spot or wild and kick off the sheets? Do they have nightmares often and if so, about what? How often do they sleep?

He's a bed hog, sprawling out his limbs and tossing and turning frequently. Sometimes known to react violently to being prodded if his partner wants to grab some of the blanket.

“Yeah, I've been told I'm a restless sleeper. I disagree, I'm a heavy sleeper. But... I guess I do take up more than my side of the bed. I love sleeping. Can I add that to my hobbies?”

29.) Do they enjoy coffee, tea, soda, or water? Would they mix all of these together and drink the liquid on a dare?

“Leaf water and mud water is nasty. I'll drink soda all day, but Av reminds it's not great for my stomach. Oh, a dare? Definitely.”

30.) What about their personality attracts other guardians to them? What is it about other guardians that attracts your guardian to them?

“My personality? I'm mostly nice, so maybe that's why I have an easy time making friends. And other guardians... Well, everyone has a story. I like to find out their side of things. See what makes them tick. It works out well, because everyone loves talking about themselves... Almost.”

[lunarfanfics]

One Last Dance                                                         

Rating: T                                                                                                           Pair: Annie Leonhardt & Eren Jaeger (Modern AU)

I recently marathoned 13 Reasons Why with my sis, so I was partially inspired by that one episode of Clay hallucinating a memory of dancing with Hannah, but mostly THIS song that played when they danced. There is NO suicide in this btw, Annie is a runaway. I just really liked that one scene and song. Also if my writing reads differently, it's because I've gained lots of inspo from the author Maggie Steifvator. C:

[Also on Ao3 & FF.Net]

He sat by his lonesome on the gym bleachers; on the highest row so his view was full of the shiny waxed floors. As he sat idly, his mind took him elsewhere. He couldn't stop thinking, has it really been a year since she left? That’s three hundred sixty five days. Plus one. He wondered what she’d accomplished in all those days, and how she was doing, and who she was with, and where. Where was she?

Grief was such a powerful emotion, and she was so small, so strong, but still fragile. Susceptible to the natural events that occur in one's life. Death, for one. Death of a loved one, for two.  

Eren Jaeger hadn't known Mrs. Leonhardt, personally; but if she were anything like her daughter (and he knew looks wise she were) he would’ve grown a soft spot for her. Annie Leonhardt, a punk girl with a punk attitude to match, wasn't close to Mrs. Leonhardt, actually, Annie hadn't known of her mother’s existence until she had started her Sophomore year of High School. Time always brought more upending drama.

In the year it took them to spark that mother daughter bond that’s been left vacant in Annie’s life thus far; Mrs. Leonhardt became sick. Fatally so, as she’d always been sick. Terminal illness. It’s why Annie had always skipped fourth period lunch, visiting hours at Maria Hospital ended early.

Annie had thought god cruel to rob her of a mother she’d thought she never had. When Eren found her weeping in an empty school hallway, just standing there, glassy blue eyes fixed on red lockers. He thought, god were cruel to make one of his angels cry. 

That moment changed his life forever, because he chose to invade Annie’s space at the time, an action he would've never done before, because he didn't care for the issues of other people, he had his own. But this, but her, was different. He chose to ask her what was wrong, she had remained silent. He chose to stay by her side. She had done nothing to make him leave, so he had no reason to. He stayed until the tear stains on her cheeks dried.

He hadn't really known her then. But Eren knew grief, and the feeling wasn't to be felt alone. Grief was bruises that bloomed on the inside, until the ache became a tender wound that could only heal with time. Grief was longing for someone no longer there, a heaviness that weighed down the heart, and the mind. Yes, Eren knew grief all too well.

Annie and he became acquaintances that day, with little to no interaction, and hardly any eye-contact. In the day after, Eren found they shared many similarities, not by talking, but by observing. They both had stubborn silences that ticked people off, bright eyes that glowed when they threatened, or were threatened, quick tempers, and a passive hatred for their current government. He found that they had chemistry, but most of all, shared trauma of losing a mother.

In the days to follow, Eren and Annie would become gym partners who exchanged few words, and the days after that, they would become friends, and then in between that, through a strengthening bond and held gazes, they would waver forever between a little more than friends, and something more.

Eren wished she had stayed just a bit longer. His car accident a month ago had not prevented him from looking for her. His license was suspended, but that didn't stop him either. Neither did his minor concussion.

“Jaeger Meister, my man!” A loud voice in his ear snapped Eren from deep thought, he blinked, and suddenly there was rhythmic music blaring in the gym, fairy lights of muted blues and purples swarmed his vision, boys in tuxedos, and girls in sparkling dresses hooted and hollered, they were dancing, twirling, grinding on each other like sex-crazed young adults.

He blinked again to see if he had entered a dream but the scene stayed the same. He was still in the gym, still seated high above on the bleachers, except that he was back at the Winter Ball that happened a year ago. The night she left. His buzz-cut friend, Connie dressed in a purple pin-striped tux, shook him from his stupor.

“Hey, something the matter bro’? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Eren turned his head, meeting Connie’s wide amber eyes, that were just as concerned as the rest of his features. Eren opened his mouth, but couldn't find what to say. What do you say when you’ve suddenly morphed into the past?

“It is Jean?” Connie furrowed his eyebrows, then he looked down. Eren followed his gaze, rows down from the bleachers he spotted the occult girl Mikasa Ackerman, who was a dark shadow among the colors that invaded his eyes. She stood near the punch bowl, while Jean Kirstein, the self-acclaimed bad boy of Rose High School, talked animatedly to her, making wild hand gestures and such. Possibly making a fool out of himself as well.

“Dude keeps trying, but she wants none of that.” Connie laughed, then nudged Eren with his elbow, “I heard she’s totally into you though, you should make your move before she settles with Jean out of pity.”

But Eren’s attention had left Jean and Mikasa; instead his wandering eyes roamed over the heads of countless students, searching for that one person. Connie cocked his head, puzzled. “Who’re you looking for?”

Eren muttered. “She isn’t here.”  Or, maybe it was Connie who muttered. He couldn't tell. The music was so loud.

“Hey bro’ you know,” Connie clicked his tongue, “You had all the time in the world to tell her.”

A hammer pounded on the inside of Eren’s skull; he gripped the side of his head. Who was Connie talking about again? Mikasa? But Eren said, “I know.”

“You could’ve asked her to the dance. Why didn't you?”

Eren shut his eyes.

“You could’ve stopped her from leaving when you had the chance.”

“I know.” Eren gripped his head tighter. “Please stop rhyming.”

The gymnasium was spinning, and so was he. Then Connie clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“You look like hell man, Come on, get up, you need to move.”

Eren shook his head. “No I-”

“Yes!” Connie jumped up, he had hooked his arm around Eren’s elbow, so Eren clumsily came to a stand, hunched over because Connie was just a couple shorter than he. “This is my song! Let’s dance!”

“With you?” Eren sputtered, being led down the bleachers by Connie, he tried not to trip over his too-big polished shoes he didn't remember putting on that morning.

“Yeah man!” Connie spun him onto the middle of the dance floor. “You and me! Mano en mano, don’t be shy just because I’m a guy!”

“Quit rhyming.”

Connie grinned, his head bobbing to the beat, all around them boys and girls were bouncing, laughing, high off the euphoria of the oncoming holidays, and Winter vacation, or just high in general. The noise, the energy while it happened everywhere, the area Eren occupied remained stagnant, everyone was moving but him.

His friend chuckled, and punched him on the arm. “ C’mon dude! stop sulking, wiggle your hips, start dancing, you’ll feel better! I promise .”

“Connie, I can’t do this.” Not because Eren was timid, but, this was not going to make him feel better. For him, dancing could not cure heartache.

“Try.”

Eren only stared at Connie, arms at his side, a stick in the mud. He felt awkward, and out of place until Sasha, Connie’s loud, and proud girlfriend waltzed in; she wrapped her arms around Connie’s neck, and together they giggled like idiots in love, and swayed close, and swayed. Eren continued to stare, and stare, and stare. Until he saw past the couple, and there were the gym doors, and there peeking through the heavy red double doors, was Annie.

Connie was at his shoulder in an instant, “Why don’t you go ask her to dance?”

Sasha pinched Eren’s cheek. “ Aw he might be shy, she’s only here for the moment y’know!”

Eren knew. Finally he was moving, towards the gym doors, and though Annie had disappeared, he didn't stop moving, he ran down the staircase, his dress shoes made a heavy clack clack sound with every foot fall, and then he was out the exit door, red, just like all the others.

It was snowing. That was the first thing he noticed. Second, was the chill, the air was frigid, and seeped through his blazer, turned his panting into puffs of white, he felt it in his bones. Eren shivered, wrapped his arms around himself in some attempt of conjuring warmth. The third thing he noticed, was the pale blonde girl in a frayed leather jacket too big for her shoulders, knit leggings and combat boots.

She noticed his presence two seconds later. Annie had a black duffel bag slung around her shoulder, and a phone in her hand, the screen illuminated her chin in blue. Eren breathed. Out of relief, and out of sadness. “Annie?” He walked closer, tentatively, afraid she’d bolt from him, though the idea sounded ridiculous. Still, it’s been so long since he’s seen her. Even if this her , he vaguely knew, was just a figment of the past. The what-if part.

“Where’ve you been?”

It was the question he’d always wanted to ask when he saw her again. But as Sasha said, Annie was only here for the moment, so he took his chance now. The cold colored Annie’s pale cheeks pink, and her hooked nose rosy, she opened her mouth then closed it. Shook her head, and dropped her arm to her side, the one that held the phone.

“Eren…”

His name left her lips in a cloud of white smoke. He met her eyes, and they were all the colors of Winter skies, ice, and mistakes. Yet they still alighted a warmth in him. Her eyes were perhaps the warmest feature of her, and they've branded a permanent mark on his heart already. It scared the hell out of him. But somehow, she calmed him all the while alighting his nerves; all he felt was the numbing chill, the fire ants that crawled beneath his skin. Ice and fire. Hot and cold. She was a walking contradiction. He loved her for that.

“Come inside, it’s f-freezing out here, you’ll get sick.” He stepped closer to her. “Please.”

“Eren.” She sighed, a broken sigh. “I can’t,” she sighed again. “I can’t go back.”

Eren hadn't realized how he subconsciously crept towards Annie until he towered over her, and she was forced to crane her neck to look him in the eye. “I’m leaving this place.” She said. “This town?” Annie gestured with her arms half-wide, to nothing, and everything in particular. “It doesn't feel like my home anymore, I don’t feel like I belong, it’s like- It’s like… I’m a ghost passing through,” She shrugged, averted her eyes. “Watching everyone else grow, while I stay rooted in the past, and if I stay here any longer, I’ll just…”

Eren chewed on the skin of his bottom lip until it became tender, he was anxious, anxious for her to stay even though he knew that she wouldn't. “But, your father-”

“Will be fine without me.” Her tone was firm and as biting as the cold. “He doesn't need me. He didn't need my mother. For all those years he left her to rot in that sick prison. He can endure, because I won’t be dead, I’ll just be gone.”

She hadn't see him flinch at the word, Eren was glad she hadn’t. Gone was the type of word that coincidentally paired better with forever.

. “Right now, I need to breath, I need to get away… need time.” Very softly, she added. “Time to myself.”

Eren swallowed the lump made in his throat. This was how it would go, he supposed. If he had found her that night. If he had bothered to look. Nothing would have changed because he wasn't a man of words, but of action. But with Annie, he never knew what boundaries could he overstep, or if there had been any.

Would I love you, please stay had made a difference? No. They were just words. And he could never have forced her to stay in a place that made her feel so caged.

Did she truly feel the same for him, as he did for her? No, if she did, she would have never left. The truth hurt, and hit him solid as the bitter breeze whooshing through the bare branches above them.

Within the gymnasium of the school, The DJ mixed countless tracks, before they settled on the song of the night. That kind of song that brought the couple's into the spotlight for one last dance. The night slowed. Eren offered his hand to Annie, palm upturned. She didn't take it, just stared, curious.

He thought, in this dream sequence, in this past, in this whatever-it-was , he could do at least, one thing different.

“Please,” He tried not to plead, but there it was in his voice anyway. “Dance with me before you go?”

His dream Annie sighed once more, because it was something she used to do a lot. “You know I don’t dance.”

He smiled. “Neither do I.”

Because his smile was contagious, and Annie was a tough glacier, he only got a glimpse of her lips upturning , before it froze over. She wordlessly put her gloved hand in his, her exposed fingers were icy on his skin, he shivered, more so out of delight, than of chill.

He led her back into the school, back through the double red doors of the gymnasium. And, as he expected, there was no one else there. But that song still played, without the DJ, the melody haunted the space, drifting in and out of their ears. The snow had followed them too. Flurries danced by the various blue fairy lights that hung off the walls of the gym. The atmosphere was magic, and wonderful, but most of all, warm.

Eren faced her. Annie let go of his hand, dropped her duffel bag, and found his hand again. Her smart phone was gone, Eren wondered briefly for what she had used it for. To find him? To schedule her ride out of this town? To meet with some stranger who would be her ride out of this town? Thinking too much into that made him uneasy, all those thoughts were interrupted when she put her other hand on his shoulder, and stepped right under his nose, all peppermint and frost scented. He hadn't a clue how to dance, but this song was ambient, sensual in a way, so he swayed with her in time to it’s faded rhythm.

And the night slowed.

Five Years Later

Vzzzzzt  Vzzzzzt  'Vzzzzzt ��'Vzzzzzt

His phone vibrated in his coat pocket, Eren stopped scribbling, setting down his pen and journal on the bench opposite of his Jackson Pollock knock-off, made up of the thickest glossiest gesso, and expensive acrylic paints. The Gallery was practically empty, actually, save for some window viewers, it was empty. He knew he should have chose a different date for a critique group. His friends hadn't arrived yet either. Who even cared for a poor graduate’s open art gallery on a Saturday morning anyway?

Certainly not the critics whose sole career was critiquing the works of others; and most definitely not his dear friends who’d made promises to arrive at his Gallery upon opening time.

It was now half past ten in the morning, which had not been the opening time, that was eight.

Maybe he was overreacting, and the trains were delayed, or something urgent had come up, something dire. Or someone had to bail. Someone always had to bail.

He sighed, sliding his thumb across the lock screen of his phone. Ignoring both notifications of the incoming text messages he’d just received, since he was already going to look at them.

One read,

Mika

Hey, I’m sorry I’m going to be a lil late today, my mom wants me to come with her to visit Aunt Kiyomi at the Funeral home. I Promise I will stop by later though. Don’t forget to take the aspirin I got you for the headaches, but only take two. xoxo

Eren snorted. Mikasa was such a mom herself. She had matured so much from the lolita crazed girl she used to be. Though he was glad to have a friend with a nurturing soul in his life. He would have met many dead-ends without her. He’d give Mikasa a pass today. Family matters are always more important. The second text, directly under the bottom one read four words.

Arm-man

Gonna be late! Sorry!

Short and simple meant Armin didn't have an excuse. But then again, Armin Arlert wasn't one to make up an excuse, or lie to his friends in general. But his honesty was still appreciated. Still though- Eren pursed his lips- He was sure Armin hadn't made any plans for Saturday, besides studying. But he was always studying. The figurines of popular anime characters he once cherished as a fifteen year old had long gone from his computer desk, and had since been replaced by ruler thick textbooks on Cultural Anthropology. Whatever that was.

Eren supposed he would be critiquing his own artwork for today. He supposed he could do well with being in solitude a while longer. The windows of the small venue (he and begrudgingly his still-no-good older brother help rent) were tall and looked out into the bustling streets of Sina. The skies were sunny, and cloudless, and the air outside was fresh, or as fresh as the air within a compact city could be.

Every time a city-dweller walked up to the windows to spectate his clay-made sculptures he’d set up in the front, their shadow would pass over him briefly. He figured they’d scan his dancing sculptures of a girl and a boy and immediately get those feelings he wanted to convey; ones of young love, of music and rhythm; then they’d peek further inside the space, hoping to see their hopeless romantic artist… only to find some bedraggled art graduate sporting a top-knot on his head, and wearing sweatpants with a partially buttoned shirt, just sadly doodling away in his notebook.

Yeah, he’d probably look the other way too.

Eren was prepared to spend nearly the whole morning, and maybe even the afternoon alone. He was. But then he wasn't. Because someone had actually walked through the clear door of the Gallery then, and was now inside. Viewing his clay sculptures more closely. They really were a hit with the ladies.

And she was a fair lady. Eren mused secretly, her hair was cropped short, red as blood, and her legs were so, so pale, despite the glaring sun outside. The dark shorts, and hoodie she wore only served to make her chalk pale skin even paler. Eren tried not to stare too long else he’d come off as a creep, but it was only polite, (and also a part of being a artist in business was presentation of both the artist and the piece) that he introduce himself first. So he abandoned his journal and pen on the bench, buttoned the top of his shirt, breathed into his hand to assure coffee hadn’t minced his breath, and confidently strode over to the petite redhead.

“Hello, m’am. Good morning, I see you found my clay pieces here, their structure are actually made up of wire on the inside, you see. I was still in highschool when I got inspired to make these. I went through a tough time after I got into car accident, I had this hallucination-”

He stopped. Corrected himself. “I had this uh, dream, about a girl, an old friend of mine, who ran away from home.”

The redhead hadn't bothered to turn around, nor grace him with a ‘Hello’ or ‘Good Morning’ of her own. Yet he continued.

“And this dream affected me in such a way that, I found myself spiraling into these episodes that would occur a lot like that dream. I’d see this girl everywhere I go. Even though she was really not there, crazy, huh?”

The redhead made a noise. Possibly of agreement, possibly of dismissal. He continued.

“I, well, I was young, and naive. But I think, I was also very much in love with this girl. I couldn't get her out of my head. She’d left her mark on me, I know it sounds rather off-putting, uh… maybe even a little weird.” He chuckled, nervously. “But when you meet someone whose presence makes a difference in your life, whose very… aura calms you in your darkest times, or challenges when you want to be challenged, or even just kicks your ass sometimes because you need to wake up… I- you just feel like,” Eren stammered,

“You just feel…”

“... Whole?” She saved his speech, still with her back turned. Eren swallowed.

“Yeah, whole. And when that person leaves, they also take that piece of them that's become a part of you. At the end, you don’t feel exactly like yourself anymore, things… become more difficult, it gets harder to breath, harder to think, and you wonder everyday, if she’s alright. If she’s eating, if she has a roof above her head, if she’s protecting herself, if she crying, all alone out there...”

Eren was no longer talking of his clay sculptures.

He whispered. “If she forgot about me.”

“Never.”

The redhead turned to face him now. Eren exhaled a shaky breath, sounding a lot like a laugh, because it was. It was . It was her. Not a dream. She was real, she was grown, and beautiful, and real.

He knew that wintry gaze anywhere, there was her familiar hooked nose, her down-turned lips that were slightly parted in shock of seeing him, as she was meeting him all over again after six years. And her, just her.

“Annie?” He laughed, neurotic, shook his head in disbelief, on the brink of crying.

Eren offered his hand to her. “Where’ve you been?”

[itsthisgirlfanfic]

Chapter 5

Yara

The 5 hour flight was well worth it. The crisp Cali air felt so good against my skin. N.E.R.D’s “Love Bomb”, blasting in the car while my hair blowed out the window as it sped. I was so happy to be here. Especially with her.

“What’s wrong with you?”, Syd asked while turning the volume down.

I started giggling.

“I’m just excited,that’s all”, I said then stuck my tougue out.

“Crazy bitch”, Syd laughed then turned the radio back up.

Me and Syd been talking for a while and we always wanted to see each other. I know she makes music, but she never shows me any of it, so I was like I’m coming out there. She did'nt believe me, but here I am. I’m also like besties with her bro, Taco. Were perfect. Steph moving out to Cali, made it easier to come see her. Also Aaron or should I say ASAP Rocky, and his rapping, he’s peforming at Coachella this year. I swear Steph lives under a rock, she knows nothin, I did'nt tell her about Syd either.

“Were here.”, Syd said turning into a parking lot of loft apartments. I was in awe looking at the location and realizing the beach was right across the street.

“This is beautiful”, I said out loud.

“Thanks”

Lugging suitcases, we walked inside and her apartment was dimmed. She clicked something and turned on blue,green and pink lights that was hanging on the walls.

“Like it dark…keeps the mood,” she said smiling.

I laughed, poked her, then dropped my bags.

I walked to the living room and seen a small T.V placed on a table, underneath a collection of Cds. I then turned around and saw what obviously must have been her santuary.

“Wow”, I said, running my fingers along the piano keys. Her mircophone, along with piano all hooked up to the computer. A bunch of wires on the floor.

“Sick right?”, she said then clicked the mouse to the computer.

“Are you gonna show me something finally?”, I said smiling.

“Maybe”, she said scrolling down her music list on Itunes.

“But first…”

She put on a instrumental to some song. It was so mellow, and nice. Then she turned around with this look.

“What?”, I said grinning.

“Come here,” she said, grabbing my waist, pulling me closer, then kissed me. The kisses got more passionate. The heat in the room increased as I felt her hand slowly pull up my shirt. As her cold hand faintly touched my stomach, I moaned. She smiled in the middle of the kiss.

“Let’s go”, she said pulling my hand into a room.

Tyler

“Get on don’t be a bitch”, I told Stephanie as I sat on the bike. She looked scared as shit.

“If I die, I’m gonna hunt you as a ghost and make your underwear float and shit”, she said as she wobbled on the handle bars.

She had today off and I was almost done with my album. All I needed to do is legal shit. Today was the perfect day to just chill. Ever since that day at Starbucks me and her got closer. She told me she had a boyfriend but he’s a faggot so she’s considered single in my eyes. I laughed then took off as soon as she sat firm.

“OH SHIT!”, she screamed as I swerved the bike barely missing a parked car.

I kept peddling. I can faintly smelt the scent of roses as she leaned back.

Good shit.

“Where are we going?”, she asked.

“You’ll see”, I said turning into a path full of wood chips. Most of it is forest but when you keep going you’ll see the lake. One of my favorite places. Usually me and the gang would come here and do some crazy shit, but this was mostly my place where I just come to think and shit. 5 minutes later when we reached it I stopped the bike.

“This is beautiful..”, she said jumping off. I dropped the bike and walked with her toward the water. It was fucking hot today but I was wearing a pink Thrasher hoodie, black jeans, and my blue Vans. At least she was dressed right with some high waisted shorts shit, white tank top, and some sandals. I saw her looking up to the sky.

“What?”, I asked as I approached her.

“It’s gonna rain”, she said then looked toward the water.

“You ever get inside?”, she motioned to the water.

“Nah, I have fucking asthma!”, I said.

“That doesnt mean anything dip-shit!”, she said taking her sandals off and putting her foot in the water, making the water swirl.

“OMG! Look at that!”, she screamed out nowhere.

I looked.

“There’s nothing fuc-”

Then the bitch pushed me in the water.

“YO I CANT SWIM AHHHHHHH!!!!”, I said lying my ass off and screaming. I took my sweatshirt off and grabbed my hat which was floating. She was dying laughing. Then I grabbed her leg.

“AHHHHH!!”, she screamed as she splashed inside. We both started laughing.

“Tyler you asshole!!!”, she said getting hold of herself. The water was a little deep. She started ringing her hair out. Then I grabbed her and put her on my back. Her tits felt great.

Then I heard voices coming from a distance.

“Yo someone’s coming”, I said in a low tone putting her down. She looked and we both saw the bushes move.

“Shit ummm”, she looked behind her.

“Let’s go over there,” she swam toward some rocks. After a few agonizing minutes the voices got loud and clear.

“No one will ever find out.”

“What about your wife?”

“What about her? She aint shit. All her and that bitch have here is me. There not going nowhere. Now do what your paid to do.”

Me and Stephanie couldnt help but watch and here everything that was happening. Wait…isnt that her dad?

Stephanie

I could'nt believe what I heard, and was seeing. As I saw the lady bob her head back and forth, sucking that niggas dick, my anger was boiling. My skin immediatly got red and my breathing got faster.

“Yo I cant believe your dad-”

“He’s not my fucking father.”, I said the angry tears already falling.

“Shit, dont cry”, Tyler said grabbing me closer. We were still in the water, and the sun was now being covered by clouds, like nature was in the situation that just occured.

“The shit that’s fucked up is that he’s right.”, I said now really crying. Hurt the fact it was true and that my mom was helpless.

“You have me, Stephanie. And the niggas gonna get what he deserves.”, Tyler said, wrapping his arms around me.

____

I woke up the next morning, lying on my side snuggled in my covers. Then there was a knock at the door.

“What”

I opened my eyes and saw my mom slowly open the door, looking like she haven't slept in a year. The only time she bothered to come to me, was when he wasn't there.

“What time did he get home last night.”, I asked closing my eyes back, waiting for the answer.

“Stephanie you know he-”, already knowing she’s gonna explain why we shouldn't ask questions like that because blah blah blah.

“Mom…just stop.”, I said getting up.

She sighed.

“I made breakfast”, she said. I knew the routine. Every time Joe didn't come home, my mom made sure she became the “perfect” wife he wants. Food already on the table, clothes ironed…everything.

“Ok, I’ll be there in a few.”

I got up and checked my phone.

Tyler:Come to tha store at 12, there’s a surpriseeeeeee!

I couldnt help but smile. I mean he’s been having that effect lately. Funny thing is I havent seen Aaron since him and Yara came. Too busy “rapping”. Yara on the other hand been staying at her "babe’s” house. Who I havent even met yet. 

Realizing I had time I got on my laptop. Checking my email, one specifically stood out. Apparently the picture Lego took of me a long time ago, got a lot of reviews on his tumblr. I don’t know how the guy got my email but some guy wants me to model for him. Weird I never thought of myself as a model.

I clicked it.

As I looked, I realized it was legit. His name is Laith Herrera.

I dialed the number.

“Hello?”, the guy answered.

“Hello, this is Stephanie Hayes”

“Oh yes, the girl I been looking for…”

[0zrockbitway]

Dragon Eleven notes bcuz I’m a lazy person and will probably never get to draw everyone lmao. I might update links to the ones I already did but idk also these are just the current ones I have in mind

~Original~

Kazemaru - a salty dragon because humans took part of his right horn & also messed up his left eye (his human-y form covers the scar). fastest dragon you will ever meet. wind elemental most likely. probably the cause of villages being blown away or something.

Endou - a happy and optimistic dragon. hoards soccer balls. wants to befriend all and play human sport. grandpa dragon passes down orange headband but doesn’t know how to wear headband??? thinks its neckband. every time he catches a ball it pops because of his claws. earth elemental. more gliding > flying type. is actually very heavy

Tatsuya/Hiroto - celestial dragon from space but is unaware of origins. ‘collects’ stars by keeping notebooks of them. space nerd. cosmic powers/elemental?? can casually float. super curious about like everything. won’t start a fight but will retaliate if the other side throws a punch first

Midorikawa - a plant/nature-y elemental. might have some celestial blood in him. he’s the reason why burnt down forests grow back overnight most likely. also the cause of new flowers being found. scared of humans. lives in some abandoned tower where his book collection is. has too many books but not enough. the tower is covered in plant life. a dragon that means no harm.

Nagumo - fire elemental. lives in a volcano and bathes in lava (its the equivalent of a pool to him). fire everywhere. very warm but doesn’t like to be touched. constantly burns things down. fire flowers are real and grow on his volcano, do not touch. if you tell him not to burn down a village that’s the first thing he’s guna do

Suzuno - ice elemental. a dragon that is super cold to the touch. Lives in his snowy mountain top, bathes in ice water. Doesn’t like company at all and won’t even bother to harass human villages. Doesn’t even like dealing with other dragons. Ice crystals are really cool and he can make anything out of ice.

Saginuma - celestial dragon with spatial abilities. sort of obsessed with power. tries to get other dragons to be stronger/motivate them in general. doesn’t really stay in one place. helps dragons who are in danger probably. follows a dragon codebook to try and be a ‘good’ dragon

Tsunami - water elemental dragon. lives in/by the ocean. is actually liked by humans. helps out fisherman. hoards seashells and makes bracelets, hands them out to children if they do a good deed. can breathe underwater. super friendly, doesn’t fight. can’t fly but can jump really high from out of the water.

Tachimukai - dragon of luck, technically under earth elemental. usually means well and tries to be good to humans and dragons. tries to give good luck more than bad. easily frightened and overthinks a lot. lives in a town/city that doesn’t mind dragons

Fubuki - a snow/ice elemental. pretty nice and chill. has nightmares occasionally. usually stays around the snowy terrain. visits a few other dragons but always returns back to a certain spot. do not touch scarf. doesn’t act himself at times. can’t handle super loud noises. hates others seeing him in a panic state.

Aphrodi - divine elemental. has soft hair/fur/feathers > scales. has 6 wings but usually just shows off 2. angelic blood. language expert. very pretty and definitely acts like a deity around the town he lives nearby. might have been cast down from the heavens. never says his full name to others for some reason.

Natsumi - royal dragon, princess. doesn’t take anyone’s shit. jewels everywhere. beautiful in human and dragon form. null elemental, royal dragons can null other dragon’s abilities

Touko - royal dragon of another area. also nulls out abilities but knows how to fight. wants to fight without using her ability. a good leader, follows in her father’s footsteps. tends to go out and explore.

Reina - celestial dragon that knows how to fight. has cosmic powers/abilities similar to Tatsuya but has better control over them. deathly loyal. pissing her off most likely means death. protective of those she calls a family. was cast aside by her original family. doesn’t like when people stare at her wings for too long

~GO~

Tsurugi - fire elemental, mix of darkness. black flames. quiet and hates explaining things but does it anyway. fights against knights and claims their swords. wants to get his brother to fly again

Yuuichi - fire and darkness elemental mix. also black flames. lost a wing in a battle against a knight, can’t fly. a good big bro, looks out for all no matter what. admires a fire dragon who used to fight knights. sort of doesn’t want to keep fighting against knights

Tenma - wind elemental, has some light abilities to. a pure boy who also wants to learn of soccer sport. gets pushed around but is very hopeful. gets along with lots of animals.

Kirino - illusion elemental. likes to sing. very pretty. a good friend to those he likes. once got mistaken for a princess and hated it. stays around more local places and stays away from royal lands

Shindou - musical elemental dragon, deals with sound. just wants to make music that people will like to listen to. probably helps humans with music. can’t stand loud noises. will take the blame if the humans he helped fail in their music

Kariya - poison type dragon. can generate poison of various lethal strengths. plays innocent but will strike at the last second. kinda lonely. gets scared easily but denies it. had a bad incident with snakes and cannot stand them. needs friends. initially born to be a hunting dragon

Hakuryuu - light elemental. has the shortest temper and will attack without thinking. thinks he’s the best dragon around and will fight anyone on this. his weakness is head pats. had chocolate once and will never eat it again. praise him if you don’t want him to destroy you

Shuu - darkness elemental. ghost dragon. passed on years ago but was cursed to remain on this world. a kind spirit but is lowkey sad. regret. tends to stay around nature/forest. knows a lot of ancient customs and how humans and dragons used to be. if you hurt his sister you’re dead.

Meztli - shuu’s younger sister. also a ghost and darkness elemental. being a sacrifice she was offered a second chance but instead wanted to be with her brother. good girl. just wants brother to be happy. not that strong but she tries her best. sort of afraid of water and will not fly over large bodies of it.

[arcticvixenlilim-blog]

Aka Manto - My version

Late in the afternoon, Shisa was walking home through the highschool campus. She had stayed back at the classroom for an extra hour, studying hard for the coming test. Smiling she recalled how proud of her the teacher had looked when she requested the time to do so, wanting to check over the reading material again. Hopefully her parents could be proud of her too. Her bladder complained of the need for a bathroom. Shisa groaned, knowing she had to go back to the other side of campus for the female toilets, but then she remembered that there was an older, less used bathroom close by. Changing her route and climbing the stairs to the second level, the waning sunlight touching her through a window as memories of whispered ghost stories came to mind. She nervously chuckled to herself, reaching the door of the bathroom and seeing paper seals plastered over it. "It's just scary stories." she reassured herself. She couldn't properly recall the stories, they were always varying and too long. Pushing the door open with a little force she walked in. The floor was surprisingly clean, the shoji walls immaculate. The lights were on, as if nothing was wrong with the place at all. Maybe the cleaning lady has been here recently? She thought. At least the familiar sight of a maintained bathroom comforted her previously doubting mind. Taking the first stall as she always had - usually it was the least used and never out of paper - she settled herself down to do her business. As she finished, she reached out to the toilet roll, then sighed realising there was none. About to awkwardly move for the next stall to get some, she heard a voice. "Would you like the red paper, or the blue paper?" It said, the tone chilling like a Winter wind. Her first reaction was to shudder knowing it was the voice of a man - had she entered the wrong bathroom? But physically all her hairs stood on end. Feeling anxious as many voices in her mind repeated ghost stories, she stuttered out a reply. After all, she did need paper and could run away as soon as she was done. "B-b-blue." The lights flickered out and the cold pressed tightly around her, so tightly, she tried to scream out but she couldn't breathe. Hiyori let out an exasperated sigh as she walked up the stairs. Exhausted from her detention, having had to scrub all the chairs in the classroom after the home bell, there was no way she was trekking to the other side of campus for the toilet. She found the door open, the strips of paper that usually "warded" it torn and hanging off the shoji screen. She snorted to herself. Stupid kids believing in ghosts and the supernatural. If they were real, why would their silly talismans and seals stop them anyway? The only light in the bathroom was the faint orange glow of the afternoon. The paper screens were old and full of tears - this room hadn't been used in years. The floor creaked as she tread over it, past the first stall. The stall's door was closed, reading as occupied. "Hello?" She called. No answer. It had probably been closed and then climbed out of, students did stupid things like that. Hiyori continued and sat in the second stall. She needed to go, there was no use being fussy over which spot to take. Doing her thing, she looked at the toilet roll. There was none, not much to her surprise. As she rolled her eyes, a voice called out in a strange male's tone, "Would you like the red paper, or the blue paper?" Hiyori laughed at the over the top creepiness of the man. "Nice prank bro, I'll take red." The dull afternoon light seemed to shrink away as the presence approached. Yumi ran quickly into the school building, stopping to pant as she got inside. The rain had come from nowhere, but she was so glad that she wasn't halfway home already. She clutched her beautifully hand painted canvas to her chest, having rushed to protect it from the weather. The droplets hammered against the world out there, so heavy. Her soaked uniform felt cold and her hair stuck to her face. Yumi stared out of the window hearing a roll of thunder - a storm was here and didn't look to be stopping soon. Resting against the wall she waited. The lightning was flashing brightly through the twilight of the evening, thunder roaring loud. It masked over the sound, but at one point she could have sworn she heard screaming somewhere in the school. It was probably just a trick of the ears, the raging storm was nearly deafening. The building's lights had come on as the night approached, teachers likely still in some areas of the campus as they wrapped up for the day. Yumi stood, feeling the need to go to the toilet. Thinking, there was only one girl's bathroom in this part of the school, and there was little motivation for her to enter the storm to reach the other. There were many tales told of this building's toilets, but Yumi knew she hadn't much of a choice. Taking a deep breath she made her way to the second floor. The shoji screen door was closed, as she expected. The paper seals were curled and torn, probably with age. The teru teru bozu doll that hung above the entrance was also not in good shape, its paper shredded. She shivered with fear. "It's okay Yumi." She told herself. "There's no proof that the stories are true." Leaving her painting in the hall she timidly pushed open the door, the creaking of the movement spooking her, but she forced herself to be brave. Amazingly, the lights were on and intact, although flickering with the rumblings of the thunderstorm outside. It gave off quite an eerie atmosphere, almost too cliche for a place that the students claim to be haunted. The first two stalls were occupied, but she didn't dare call out to see if anyone was there. Her gut instinct was to get out as quickly as possible. Struggling against it she settled in the third stall, nature winning over her fear. As she was doing her thing she looked to the floor. A pool of liquid was running slowly from the second stall, a pool of deep red. Terror slammed into her stomach - it was blood! The lights flickered and started to shrink away as a voice called out, "Would you like the red paper, or the blue paper?" Yumi jumped up and pulled her panties up in the same motion, screaming, "I don't need paper!" as she raced out of the stall. In the split second before she turned she caught a shadowy figure in the corner of her eye, manifested at the far end of the bathroom. It was dressed in a deep red cloak. Adrenaline kicked her faster than she'd ran in her life toward the door and after flinging herself out she spun around to grab it. About to slam it closed, nausea tumbled like a violent sea through her stomach as she saw the two stall doors wide open. In the first, Shisa, her intelligent and determined best friend, hung limp from a noose, her body pale blue from the death by strangling. In the second, the loud and rude Hiyori, who always pranked students and teachers alike for fun, lay sprawled in her own blood, her corpse completely skinned with the exception of her face. As she slammed the door closed she saw him - the spirit Aka Manto. And she realised his red cloak was not fabric, but the freshly cut skin of the girl she knew, blood dripping to the floor beneath him as he glided towards her. The door now between them she grabbed her artwork and ran, no rain nor lightning going to stop her from leaving the school grounds this time.