#no i love this blue-skinned weirdo he's great

[gojonanami]

BLOODSUCKER - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: you had avoided your ex for so long, only to run into him at a halloween party, and he's the same as ever but has his teeth always been that sharp? ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, nsfw, dub/con, blood kink, gojo has fangs, biting, marking, bloodsucking, fingering (f!receiving), swearing, semi-public sex, sex against a car, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, baby), ✴︎ wc: 2,704

“Can I have a bite?” He whispers, lips against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending a warm flush down your body — and why did he smell so intoxicating? 

The night had gone on normally enough — yet another Halloween party you had been dragged to (after you had lost a bet and ended up being the designated driver for the evening) in another coordinated themed costume — this time for the Barbie movie. Yet another throng of costumed drunks and weirdos you had to wade through while your friends had their fun. And you thought the night would be boring. 

Oh, you were so wrong. 

He saw you first. You were only sure of that, after, because you remembered the prickling of your skin when his ice blue irises had found you lounging in the loft area upstairs — where most people had begun to clear out of after the keg had arrived downstairs. You had let your hair out of your wig, your head aching from the weight of the hair on your head and the cheap elastic band trying to work its way into your forehead. 

You unlocked your phone, looking at yourself in your camera, pouting at the state of your hair — unkempt and unruly from the wig, but you only could do what you could. 

“Great, now I can be a scary Barbie,” you murmur, locking your phone, as you pocket it. 

“Oh, you’re not scary,” and your head snaps up, eyes finding those pools of still blue that looked like you could drown in them — and you very well would. His lips were curled in a small smile, his skin looked pale in the harsh fluorescent lights of the kitchen, “but I wouldn’t mind seeing you be a little scary,” 

“Satoru,” your lips twist, fuck, you thought he’d never show up to this party — you had avoided him flawlessly since your breakup — if you could even call it that. You never official — you were never anything, just a situation that was more than a booty call, but less than a relationship. Every invitation was only accepted with assurance and recon that Satoru would not attend, every exit strategy was planned, and every move was carefully made. 

Except this one. 

“Oh, you recognize me?” he gasps in mock surprise, lips in that shit eating grin you had loved to kiss off of him, but now, all it did was make you want to slap him, “surprised you did after you’ve avoided me for so long, sweetheart,” 

“And apparently you’re the one with brain damage because we broke up — don’t call me that,” you sigh, eyes glancing down at his outfit — a black and white suit with a high collar, as his mouth moved as he spoke, you caught sight of fangs on his teeth, and his eyes glinted with a crimson tint dipped in an ocean of blue, “your costume is fitting — you definitely did suck the life out of our relationship,” 

“Bitter doesn’t suit you, baby,” your eye twitches, as he dares closer, eyes glinting in the low light of the kitchen, “plus y’know, you always did the best sucking,” 

Your traitorous cheeks flush, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes betray you by flickering downwards, “fuck off—“ 

“Oh, I know you want me to fuck something — don’t think it’s off though,” he looms closer, licking his lips, as he smiles — and your heart forgets to beat — did he always smell this good? He smelt of musk, wood, and everything warm and honeyed — the scent melted over you, plying your resistance with sweetness in contrast to his vulgarity, “look at you, haven’t even touched you and you’re so pliant, where’s that mouth now?” And his thumbs drag down your lips, pulling at the bottom one — “looks better wrapped around my cock, doesn’t it?” 

And his words snap you from your trance, slapping his hand away, “didn’t expect an apology from you, but I thought you’d do better than this shit,” 

“Can you blame me for missing you, pretty?” He pouts, “thought you loved me more than that,” 

“And I thought you loved me enough to commit but looks like we both are wrong,” you roll your eyes, “go find someone else to fuck with, Gojo,” 

He raises an eyebrow, “Aw, baby, don’t act so unfamiliar, you had my dick in you after all, you can still call me Satoru,” and then there’s a cheer in the living room that cuts off your retort, as he turns to look. 

And that’s your cue to leave, you slip away from him, grabbing your jacket, making an Irish exit, slipping through the throng of people partying. You manage to get down the street, the streets quiet now, the sounds of the party growing more distant by the second. A sense of dread settled over you the more you walked, forming a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach. The streetlights flickered above you, the wind cutting through your jacket as you pulled it closer around you. Your car was close, right past this wooded backyard, trees lining what seemed to be an abandoned home. There was only a few more yards — and then you heard a twig snap — your head snapped around to look behind you. 

And that was your mistake. 

A hand clamped over your mouth, as you gasped against it, another tight around your middle, your scream was muffled against the palm. And then a familiar voice whispered in your ear, “Boo,” before he lets you go, and you whirl around, smacking Satoru against his chest, hard. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your heart was pumping, hard, nearly banging against your ribs, body still shaking with adrenaline, “what the fuck - that’s not fucking funny,” 

“It wasn’t supposed to be funny — it was supposed to be spooky,” he grins, unaffected by your anger, as your fingers clench into fists, “you didn’t give me a treat so I had to play a trick. It’s the rules of Halloween, pretty,” 

“It wasn’t spooky, it was fucking scary—“ you move to hit him again, and he catches your hand by the wrist, and he’s pulling you close, “let me go, Gojo—“ 

“Satoru,” he corrects, his fingers caressing your cheek, and you feel your knees knocking together, the world shifting beneath your feet, “I’m sorry for frightening you, sweetheart,” and he’s helping you walk over to your car, “just wanted to make sure you get to your car safely,” 

Why were you letting him help you? Why was your body leaning against his? Why were you letting his arm slink around your waist, fingers squeezing your hip? But those same questions sunk away into the inky abyss of your mind, as thoughts blurred over each other, and all you can think about was him.  

“Satoru,” you murmur, as you stumble against him, and he catches you by your waist, steadying you, “I don’t know what’s wrong,” your head rests against his chest, but you felt so comfortable, so…content. 

“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he purred, his words only intoxicated you further, drizzled like melted molasses down your throat, “that spook I gave you earlier really took it out of you, but,” his fingers tilt your chin up, his eyes finding yours — and they glowed, a shiny blue that unnerved you, “should I show you something really scary?” 

“Satoru, what—“ and he’s kissing you, lips sliding against yours — he tastes familiar, hint of candy corn that he was always a fiend for, but he tastes even sweeter than that, headier too — before he parts, “what are you doing?” 

“Showing you just how much I missed you,” he hums, thumb gliding over the length of your cheek, “y’know how hard it was for me without you? Wouldn’t be able to sleep. I could only think about how I had screwed thing up. Would take these long walks at night when I couldn’t sleep,” and his fingers trace down your jawline, before reaching your neck, his thumb resting against your pulse, “turns out those walks were good for one thing,” 

“And what’s that?” You murmur, still utterly distracted by his touch. 

And he brushes his lips against your neck, teeth grazing against your pulse, “Finding a way to keep you — forever,” and his lips find yours again, more insistent this time, as his arms press your body to his, your hands sliding up his chest, caged in by his form, “can I have a bite?” he whispers, lips against your ear now, sending a flush across your cheeks, “just wanna mark you again, like i used to, make you mine,” 

For a moment, the curtain snaps back, mask slipping, as your eyes flutter open without the rosy glasses he had slipped over your eyes, “I’m not yours,” and you only see him — the true him — for a moment. 

His muscles tighten, fingers digging into your sides harshly, gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise, his gaze is dark, navy instead of the usual cerulean with a ring of red that pierces through your skin, but his teeth — his teeth scare you the most — his fangs aren’t fake, his tongue sliding against them both, as he flashed an unnerving smile at you that sends your blood running cold.  

But not colder than his. 

“Satoru — what—“ and his lips find yours again, sending a headiness throughout your body, from your head to the tips of your toes, “I-“ 

“Just let me have this, just this one night,” he murmurs, words as smooth as glass and as needy as need itself, “please,” 

And you’re the one pulling him to you, back against the cool metal of your car, and your fingers cup his face, pulling him against your lips. He tastes like want, his tongue parts your lips, as his fingers slide up your dress, sending goosebumps up your thighs, “Fuck, all it takes for you, huh?” He murmurs, and his fangs nibble at your bottom lip making you gasp, pressing wet kisses down your jaw, until he reaches your neck. 

“Been thinking about this for far too long, sweetheart,” 

two fingers drag down your neck first, as he tilts your head for easy access, and you shiver at his touch — was he colder than before? “I’m going to be doing a lot more than marking you like I did before,” his lips press a delicate kiss to your neck, “need to taste it,” 

And his fangs drag over your soft flesh, before he finally bites you. Your mouth hangs open in a sharp gasp as his fangs pierce your skin, and your head lolls back, as pleasure floods your body. You feel your warm blood dripping from your neck, slipping down your skin, as he sucks from you. 

He pulls away for a moment to look at you, your scarlet blood dripping from his mouth, painting his pale pink lips burgundy, as his tongue darts out to catch the blood slipping down your chin. 

“You taste like everything to me,” he murmurs, pressing his nose against the nape of your neck, “sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, aren’t you?” 

You whimper, “Satoru, feels so good,” and he’s kissing you again, letting you taste your own blood on his lips, it only makes you want him even more. But this isn’t right, something wasn’t right—

“Just give in, sweetheart,” he’s dragging your hands down your sides, squeezing your hips, as his palms rest under your thighs, “let me make you feel good,” 

And he lifts you, guiding your legs to wrap around your waist, as his large palm slides up your thigh, hiking your dress up. He grins, looking at your soaked panties, thumb pressing against your puffy clit, making you gasp and squirm, “wonder if you taste even sweeter down here, baby?” 

You whine louder, as his fingers slide into the waistband of your underwear and snaps it against your skin, “Your blood is pumping harder than ever, bet it tastes even better like that — full of your fear, full of your pleasure,” his fingers are sliding your drenched panties down, “fuck, you’re a little freak, bet you got wet when I grabbed you, can’t all be from the last few minutes,” 

And his lithe finger sinking into you, as your lips part in a gasp as he bullies your walls, “So tight for me,” he groans, as his finger curls against you, making you moan, and his teeth graze against your neck, before sinking in. You both moan in tandem, as he drinks more of your blood, as a second finger parts into your folds, your release dripping down his palm. He’s stretching you out — fingers pistoning in and out, Pleasure courses up and down your body, toes curling, as all you can hear is the sucking of his fangs and the squelch of his fingers in your cunt. 

And then he hits that spot, and you’re cumming, slick dripping down your thighs as you moan, as your hips move against his fingers, riding out your orgasm. He pulls your fangs from your neck, letting your blood drip down your neck. 

He tilts your head back, letting him look at your fluttering eyelashes and fucked out expression, lips parted, as your blood paints your skin a beautiful maroon. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart,” he’s pulling his fingers from you, as you gasp from the emptiness. He places them in his mouth, cleaning them of your release, “think I may get addicted baby, gotta have more of you — doesn’t matter if it’s your blood or your cum,” 

And you hear the clink of your belt buckle and sound of his zipper, as he frees his cock, rubbing against your dripping pussy, “Gonna let your ex fuck you against your car? Gotta have you baby, but if I take you now, I don’t know if I’ll ever let you go,” he’s teasing the head of his cock against your pussy lips, “do you still want me to do it?”

You whine, back arching against the hard surface of the car, “please, I need you,” your fingers wrap around his neck, his lips against yours, “Satoru—“ 

And he’s sinking his cock into you, as he’s lifting your legs to your ears, ankles by his ears as his hips flush against your ass, “Fuck, can you feel me kissing the deepest part of you?” His hips roll into you now, slowly at first, again and again, as your walls throb around him, the car groans and your ankles ache against his slow thrusts, “best cunt I’ve ever had, and all fucking mine now,” 

“Toru, please, more—“ 

And he barks a laugh, sweat slipping down your forehead, his balls slapping against your ass, “so needy f’me, you’re mine aren’t you? Say you’re mine,” he’s grunting as your walls flutter around him, and he knows you’re close—

Your orgasm washes over you, toes curling, and he leans forward, fangs sinking into you, as he fucks you through it. The blood he drinks makes your head dizzy with pleasure, until he pulls away, letting your blood drip from his lips. And he’s grunting, hips stuttering as he bottoms out — making you gasp and whine again. Until he’s cumming inside you, painting your walls white, emptying his load into you. He’s fucking his cum inside your cunt.

And he’s easing your legs down as the two of you come down, his face buried in the nape of your neck, licking at the blood dripping from his bites — your neck beginning to ache and sting now. 

“So pretty, so perfect,” he coos, his lips curling still red from your blood, as he’s curling his arms around your waist, “gotta take you home so I can taste you all over again.” 

“No, I can’t. This was a one time thing—“ 

And he’s tilting your chin up, eyes flashing dangerously, as his lips curl, “I told you, I’m not going to let you go, besides,” he turns your head towards your rear view mirror, your eyes beginning to glint red, “I have to let you have a bite of me later,” and you can feel your blood run cold, “it’s only fair, isn’t it, sweetheart?” 

✴︎ a/n: was possessed to write this by the halloween spirits -- also i have a thing for bloodsucking now unfortunately. have a spooky season :)

✴︎ tag list: @d1rtv, @crazynocturnalkiki, @ichikanu, @dazailover1900, @sinnerstardoll, @bisexualpanicwentoutforasmoke, @dumbabie, @aureatekintsugi, @mooly-artistic, @happymangospot, @hiimarandin, @bunsunee, @5-xiaoo,

[rosehaven113]

hey!! would you do a reader in baby blue lingerie smut?

𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 '𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚎 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

he’s already undeniably head over heels for you, you know this, but the second he sees you in your pretty lingerie— and it’s not just lingerie— it’s blue, his fucking favorite color. his cheeks are reddened, utterly speechless at the sight of you, the blue lace perfectly hugging every one of your curves, he could eat you whole right then and there!

you do a little twirl for him atop tippy-toes, earning his eyes tracing over every inch of you, beginning from the top of your head, your delicate facial features, hair cascading over your shoulders, blue lace, your perky tits practically begging him to touch, the curves of your waist, your legs he desperately wants to wrap around his shoulders, and down to the bottom of your perfectly pedicured feet. he doesn’t care tear his eyes away from such a sight as you, no, anyone would be silly to do that.

percy doesn’t know where to start, maybe say you look great— scratch that, you look fucking sexy— or should he just eat you out right on the spot? or trail his fingers over your skin and the blue lace? let you model for him? his head spins a million miles a minute he’s sure at any moment he’ll pass out from the overwhelming sensation.

“ya like it?”

like it? like it, love it, worship it, currently thanking lady duff-gordon of lucile for creating the concept of lingerie in the first place!

“I- I… yes! It’s…” the words quickly diminish from his tongue. he can’t seem to form a simple coherent sentence. especially not when you climb onto him, legs straddling his lap, and there’s no doubt in his mind that you can’t feel feel his major hardness through the fabric of his jeans.

timeskip ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

you hear incoherent babbles leave percy’s mouth in between pecks to your neck. words you can’t understand if your life depended on knowing them. you laugh lightly and ask him for clarification. he continues pecking at your skin in between his words,

“I love you,” he murmurs. and repeats the same phrase between every singular kiss. it leaves a strong flutter of butterflies to swarm your tummy. you nearly squeal and tightly wrap him in your arms, kiss the top of his head and tell him he’s loved equally as much. you refrain and let him continue kissing your neck. he trails each peck up higher progressively, your jaw, your chin, each cheek, your nose, cupids bow, closed eyelids, forehead, and back down, claiming your soft lips with his. quickly, the kiss is cut short by his uncontrollably wide smile, forcing him to pull back.

“stop smiling, weirdo,” you whisper-laugh, attempting to force his lips back onto yours. his grin is too wide. “stop, stop, stop!”

he can’t. physically, mentally, astronomically, psychologically, he’s in too much of a lovesick daze to do absolutely anything but smile at the mere thought of you. forcefully, percy bites down on his bottom lip to suppress this, and when he’s calmed he slots his slips with yours successfully this time, once, twice, three times, a fourth, between each a quiet ‘I love you’ as he tries to deepen each kiss. you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, a silent plea for you to open your mouth to allow him further access to it. you do obediently.

and his, one, hand find themself in a tangle of your hair as he keeps your head impossibly closer to him, the other curling around the belt loop of your jeans. your hands, nearly similarly, are placed on his shoulders to steady yourself atop his lap. your intestines twist in your tummy, you hope in some kind of cordiform shape— that’s all you feel. even when percy pulls back only a tad, smiling against your lips, you mirror his expression and peck his lips once more before cupping his face between your hands, a simple action for you to admire him.

he does similar, resting his arms around your waist now.

“you’re really pretty, perce, do y’know that?” you peck his nose.

“I think you’re really pretty too.”

you can’t help the audible squeal that leaves your lips. you fulfill your previous desire and wrap your arms around him dramatically, relentlessly kissing the top of his head. this is, undeniably, the perfect moment.

AHHH I LOVE THIS TYSM FOR THE REQUESTT ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

[deancaspinefest]

Whatever Makes You Happy

Author: Rex_Writes | Artist: Kit Shay

Posting on Sunday March 24

An aspiring songwriter, Dean Winchester spends his days in the local coffee shop, which just happens to be run by the most gorgeous man he has ever seen, Castiel Novak. This gorgeous man becomes his muse, songs flow out of Dean’s pen with the speed of a rushing river. Unfortunately, just like getting his songs heard, Castiel is just another thing Dean can’t have. He’s had his heart broken by a straight guy before and he can’t go through that again. Thankfully, Dean meets Lee Webb who is an amazing singer, AND he’s actually /interested/ in Dean. Will Dean stay with the man who’s a sure thing or will he risk everything for whatever makes him happy?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart and steady his shaking fingers.

"Hey. You're gonna be great. They're gonna love you," Charlie said as she placed a reassuring hand on Dean’s shoulder.

"It's not them I'm worried about. It's him. What if he just thinks I'm some sort of…creep." Dean huffed softly and dropped his head to his chin. "This was a stupid idea, Charlie, I can't do this." Dean stood up from the stool he had been sitting on. "Charlie?" Charlie had disappeared, but Dean saw the curtains flutter close as he heard her voice over the speaker.

"Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, welcome to open mic night, or as I like to call it, Artist Validation Night. Our first performer is a little shy, so let's give a warm round of applause for Dean Winchester!"

The curtains on the mock stage in the coffee shop swooshed open and Dean was suddenly faced with too many familiar faces. He couldn't do this. This was too much, he didn't sing in front of people. Hell, Charlie wouldn't even know he could sing if she hadn't come home early one day and heard him while he was taking a shower.

But here he was. There was only one person he was singing to, but he forced himself not to look, instead focusing on finding the right chords.

You were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You look like an angel Your skin makes me cry

Dean closed his eyes as he sang. Piercing blue eyes flashed through his mind.

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here

Dean knew that he missed notes, and his tone wasn’t perfect, but that's what happened when you put all your emotion into a song. His fingers deftly slid over the frets, playing the chords he knew by heart. Dean took a deep breath and finally lifted his eyes from his guitar during the next section, easily finding those blue eyes at the back of the room. He stared into those gorgeous blue eyes singing the next lines without looking away.

I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special

Dean broke the connection first by double checking he had the right finger placement for the upcoming bridge. He took a grounding breath and launched into the bridge.

Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special

Dean looked back up to meet the icy blue stare yet again, but he was gone. Fuck. He knew this was a shit idea. He knew Cas was straight. He was gonna kill Charlie.

Dean finished the song, finding a cruel truth in the last chorus.

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday March 24)

[fair-night-starry-tears]

It was….. how to describe it, abnormal. The blonde man blinked at the monster caressing his skin. “How long….. how long do you intend to use my face?” He asked.

The creature smiled, laughing cruelly. “Just long….. you have a beautiful face, lovely hair and eyes…… I just can’t let it go.” It said. Smiling, “beautiful blonde, bright blue and the perfect skin. You made a great image, it’s a shame no one can truly see it….. though I’m curious….. did you ever remember your OWN name?”

The other froze. He still can’t remember it….. matter fact. He doesn’t know what was his real name is any more. “Awwww….. no clue? Such a shame now. But I didn’t see any missing posters for you. You’re just a lost forgotten soul. Oh well…..” it said. “But you know mines, right~?”

“I don’t even think it’s ever your name. Who can name a phantom like yourself….. Dire Crowley?”

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OOOOOOHHHH my chaotic brain is going on, what a sad little man in the rooooommmmm

Anyways. My theory for bird man is this. He’s a phantom, and the body we all adore is not even his own. But a day fae captured and his own looks being used and stolen. His identity and face. He can’t even remember his name though. He’s just sad no one can remember him. Or even noticed him gone. It’s been too long. And he’s trapped inside, sinking slowly onto the blot as it slowly takes his life away.

Crowley fans: @rahmareda-03 @prince-kallisto @adrianasunderworld @writing-heiress

Friends: @mangacupcake @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198

[theromandaniels]

≈ the grief support group. with @jacklynchh

Whilst it had been nice to be home for a few days — surrounded by his loved ones who didn’t care for gossip or thinking of him as the singular black cloud over an otherwise idyllic blue-sky of a town — Roman did feel a little off-kilter. His consultation for his hand had led to him being made to wear a splint for the foreseeable future, making him feel like he was a newborn baby who had to have mittens forcibly shoved over their hands so they didn’t actually scratch their sensitive skin with their fingernails. 

Another factor was, indeed, missing the past week of the grief support group. Fair enough, a good 87% of the people annoyed him, but Roman was a man of routine. He could stomach Louise sobbing over the death of her great-aunt Mildred’s second-cousin Geraldine, who probably was either made up or died about fifty years ago, if the names were anything to go by. He could even put up with the fact he had now socialised with Rory outside of group, even if it just revealed him being some sort of weirdo with a penchant for llamas. Truly, as hard as it was for Roman to admit it, he just needed the structure, the camaraderie of these lost souls who banded together.

So, despite getting back early and the jet-lag, he still managed to make it to the meeting, even if he was sliding in five minutes late and sitting in the back, the leader thanking everyone for making it, giving their usual rehearsed speech and inviting anyone to share if they were willing. Instantly, Louise’s hand raised. From this distance, Roman couldn’t really see her, but knew tears would be welling her eyes the minute she stood and talked about how ‘well, it’s been a super tough week…’

“Fuck me,” He muttered, mostly to himself but loud enough the man next to him could overhear without disrupting the full group. “I hope she never gets into gardening, she’ll be coming in, fucking weeping over killing her…petunias or something.”

[enchantedchocolatebars]

🌷Roses🌷 (Major Dr. Ghastly x Male Henchman Reader)

🌷 Original story 🌷

❤️ Ao3 version ❤️

(This was my first ever fic on this blog and I'm so glad that I was able to re-read and edit it! 🌷 ❤️ 🌷 ❤️ Enjoy! <3)

You only joined Evil Con Carne not because you had an interest in world domination per se but rather you needed the money and were super desperate.

And after working for the evil organization for about a week now, you soon came to realize that being a henchman - or rather a throwaway goon - for the evil, pink brain you and others knew as Hector Con Carne wasn't an easy job.

Not only did you get very little pay or sometimes no pay at all in most cases, but Private Doofus, an extremely stupid hillbilly henchman, once explained to you that your job and his job as Hector's men were essentially to either get badly injured or arrested.

Heck, you even found out the other day that Hector and General Skarr would place bets on what would happen to a henchman on missions!

Hector himself wasn't the most caring or compassionate boss either, as he would act like an evil overbearing tyrant who yelled alot, insult others and boss them around.

You found General Skarr also known as "The One-Eyed Weirdo" too creepy and cruel to be around and would only interact with him when he was leading you and the other workers.

It wasn't any better that your soldier co-workers were a bunch of bumbling fools, who couldn't do something as simple as march in a straight line without clumsily falling down.

But, despite all the negatives at working at Evil Con Carne - Hector's aggressiveness, General Skarr's harsh personality, your co-worker's incompetence to complete tasks, etc - there was one positive, and that was getting to be in the presence of the lovely Major Dr. Ghastly whenever you and the other troops were called in by Hector to do a mission.

 

Ever since you started working at E.C.C. (Evil Con Carne) you've had your eye on the red headed female scientist for quite some time now.

You just loved everything about her; her ruby red hair which was usually in a bun style and baby blue eyes, her ability to build and operate a wide array of weapons and machines, her kind personality, and not to mention the way her skin-tight rubber suit would show off her curvaceous body.

She was the definition of wife material.

One day, after you were done training with your henchman acquaintances, you passed by Major Doctor Ghastly's lab and peeked behind the entrance of the laboratory to see what she was up to.

The Major Doctor seemed to be working on an evil invention of some sort that had lots of knobs and buttons. This gave you the perfect opportunity to pull out from behind your back the bouquet of roses you had bought for her.

"I-I hope she's a fan of roses," you gulped, nervous.

You slowly and quietly make your way to the doctor, nervousness in every little step you took.

Finally arriving behind her you took a deep breath and tapped on her shoulder. Alarmed and surprised by the sudden tap to the shoulder, Ghastly quickly turned around.

Once she saw that it was just you, a simple henchman, she sighed in relief.

"Oh, ha, ha, it's just you. For a second there I thought you were someone else."

You slowly raised up the hand that was holding the bouquet to her and looked down shyly, blushing a bit.

"F-For you, M-Ms. Major Doctor. My apologies if you don't like roses," you shuttered, your face now imitating a tomato due to how red it was.

Ghastly was at a lost for words. She never had someone, let alone a soldier, deliver her flowers like this. Now, the scientist already had feelings for the power hungry maniac Hector Con Carne who she referred to as "Chief", but she took the bouquet from your hands and smiled, seeing this as simply an act of kindness rather than you trying to confess your feelings to her.

She began admiring the roses.

"Oh my, these are absolutely divine, soldier!" she beamed before taking a sniff. "Not to mention, they smell great too!"

"A-Actually, it's (Y/N). My name is (Y/N), and you're welcome," you say, glad to know that that the Doctor is pleased by your little gift.

"Thank you, (Y/N)! I'll make sure to put these in a flower vase and water them after I'm done working on my latest invention." After thanking you, she smiles and goes back to admiring the roses. You, your face still red, back away awkwardly, shooting finger guns.

"Hey! Anytime, sweet stuff!" You say before turning to exit the lab.

Once fully out of the lab and out of the sight of Ghastly, you facepalm for how stupid you sounded and acted at the very end of all that.

'Ugh, I'm so stupid! Did I seriously just call The Major Doctor "sweet stuff"?'

The memory of Ghastly smiling and thanking you popped into your head, making you go a little easy on yourself.

"Oh well," you sighed happily, "At least she liked the roses."

[foxiejun]

╰┈➤𝖬𝖸 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤?

1. Daisy

🎵- choking on flowers: fox academy

wc-26.9+

warning- urm..do proceed with caution ig

𝑺oobin choi liked a girl. To be more specific. You. The one who captured the stars in his eyes.He loved you religiously to the point that he was tailing behind you. Keeping an eye on each and every single thing you did. Noting them down.

1. She decided to dye her hair. She's allergic to dye.

2. Loves mint chocolate.

3. Favourite flower: Daisy.

Isn't it obvious that he wanted to know about the personal life of someone he liked? Someone he adored oh so much? Nothing to be embarrassed about. Soobin just wanted to be around his little Daisy. But he doesn't want you to know. Because soobin was sure he'll be labelled as a stalker. He wanted you so bad. He wanted you all to himself. He only want to devour you. Soobin was infatuated. Even surpassing that level even.

And he did take an initiative to achieve that. To achieve you.

Samcheong-dong was a pleasant place to be to say the least. It was a charming little village. A quiet one. You decided to move here to have some taste of peace in your life after.. certain situations. And you definitely had that taste. The people residing in the neighborhood was sweet as ever. It all went so great until..

Ding dong

"Who's ringing my doorbell at the ass crack of dawn.." you complained to yourself as you went to open the door. Feeling ticked off about getting your sleep disrupted at time of midnight. Your eyes glanced around the surrounding, the street filled with thick fog but not a single soul around.

"Did I just get my ding dong ditched?" Your expression turned sour until you looked around to see the box.

"Mr. Delivery boy...again." picking up the box and closing the door. You were skeptical about all this. Your gaze caught the attention of a small note sticked onto a small blue velvet box. Putting the box aside and unfolding the note. Inside the words were curved into cursive written off with red ink.

"Reminded me of you

                              -c.sb"

'c.sb' it's the same initials you've seen for days count now. It was haunting you. Scratching at your skin to know who this was.

                            

You've been recieving these little notes and gifts at the dead of night or at the break of dawn. Even recieving a large bar of chocolate, mint flavoured to be specific. But instead of feeling special or anything giddy of sort, you felt..fear. Like there's an eye attached to you, watching your every moment.

But pushing all those thoughts away into a corner. The clicks of the box were opened and inside was a dainty chain looped around the hook. The necklace had a silver chaining which glimmered under the lines of moonlight and in the middle of it was a small Daisy pendant. The edges were outlined with black. You ran your fingertips along the cold metal feeling the curves of it.

"Fucking weirdo" Giving a sound of a tiny 'tch' leaving you as you threw the jewelry to the table.

Choi soobin was watching all these through the gap of your window. It was funny on how you didn't even see the silhouette of him outside because you were just too busy to go back to bed. Sleep welcoming you back in. He watched you throw the necklace away and he gazed upon how your vein on your neck looked like it was about to pop out by the way you were cursing at him. Soobin could only imagine how your skin would feel. Would it feel as soft as cotton? Or smooth as silk? He wanted to know how your hands would look on his body.

The male almost tripped over a rock being sucked in his deep thoughts of you. Finally getting in his Jeep, soobin's hair shadowed his eyes and he thought back to the word you mentioned to him.

"Weirdo" the male whispered to himself and a kind of crazed laugh was made by him. There was something in the way that you insulted him in every way possible that made his dick twitch. Even his initials rolling off your pretty tongue was enough for him to get high.

His hand slid down already feeling the tightness in his pants. Soobin's fingers were impatient at unzipping his pants. His boxers already wet from his precum. Soobin gave his cock a steady stroke and he whimpered softly trying to hide away his moans in the dead silence of the night. He was so frustrated. The want to feel you was filling his body. Your ass looked so good when you stretched your body in the morning and oh god- soobin had his own album filled with the pictures of them. Arching your back like a slut. All he had in his mind was to pound you, keeping you in a headlock within his arms.

Would you scream his name? Would you let him fill you up? Fuck, y/n, would you let him take you? For everyone to look? For everyone to know that you're his?

It wall too much for soobin. Fisting himself like a whore. He was growing obsessed with you.

"G-god..y/n. Why can't you just be m-mine? Ugh!~" one hand gripping the stirring wheel while his other hand was busy pumping his cock. Sweat glistened his face and his lips were slightly parted escaping moans and grunts of your name, his head throws back into the seat. 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚. Moaning your name, he felt himself getting embarrassingly close to his high. Soobin hated it all. He wanted to be right by your side rather than taking pictures of you and jerking off to it and observing you on your neighbour's house rooftop- the neighbour. God was really on his side today. Soobin with a final groan and a slight jerk of his hips, released into his palm. He could hear the ringing in his ears, coming down from his moment.

Reaching into the backseat and wiping his hand clean with some tissues. There was a stiffness in his chest, eventually he thought it would go away but it only worsened till he soobin was gasping for breathe and clutching onto his chest in an attempt to get some oxygen. It hurts. His eyes stinged, there was something rising up his throat and-

"FUCK" the man gagged out and out came blood.. mixed with flower petals? Daisy petals. The metallic taste still fresh in his mouth and his eyes hadn't moved away from the bloody flowery mess. Was this really happening? Was this that they all call as hanahaki disease? Was his unrequited love for you turned out to be like this? You were the death that gave him hell and the angel that gave him heaven.

Soobin was in utter panic, it all hurts. It was as if he was drowning in a hopelessly devoted love that was killing him from deep inside. He had to do something.

And he did.

The clouds were a shade of grey painting the sky with them. Your mind was still disturbed by the thought of being stalked. For all you know, he could've broken into your house. He did. Or keep a collection of photos of you. He does. Or even worse, jerk off to you. Of course, many times he did. But they were all just a suspicion to you not even knowing about all the worst things.

Soobin knows every itsy bitsy bit of you. He knew you had  rough relationships, he knew that you once used to work as a maid, he knew you owned exactly three pairs of lace innerwears. Counting them all when he sneaked into your house when you weren't around. He used to daydream how you would look in them.

"Of course I should report this to the police. But I doubt so...I mean they're just small presents.. nothing more right?"

You held the kitten in your arms like it was Simba which only gave a small 'meow' as a response to your rants. Sitting on the sides of the streets outside your house. You felt much more safer being out in the open than at your house. From preying eyes. The day was surprisingly.. going well for you which is an odd thing considering that you haven't been receiving any letters or sort till morning. You felt at peace. For now.

Being in your thoughts, hence loosening the grip on the cat. The fur creature slipped out of your hold making you to yell after it.

"HEY- get back here! CROOKSHANKS DON'T YOU DARE!-"

You grumbled in annoyance already making your blood pressure rise, your legs followed after the kitten breaking into your neighbouring house. Oh no, you stood still and looked back at the house. You were never really the one for neighbours and it came to your mind..that the door was unlocked. Maybe they just went out nearby?

Without any choice left, you stepped inside. The house sent a chill down your spine. Well not the house- the feeling of it. It was dead as a graveyard. You just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Shanks... let's go home"

With your hands cupped around your mouth, walking deeper into the house just wanting to leave this place already. Something was dreading on you. Taking a presence inside the bedroom, you felt at wrong for this.

CLANGGG!

You were startled from the sudden sound that echoed through the silent house. Your head pivoted towards the source of it. Inside the closet? You should've just left. Ignoring. But you did the exact opposite.

Slowly sliding the door to the closet and took a glance inside. Well it looked like a normal closet at first look, filled with labelled boxes and clothes which were reserved for selling but a certain thing earned your attention. A door. On the damn floor. It looked like some kind of way to the basement. An unusual place for a basement to be. The lock already had the key inserted in it and curiosity got the best of you. Definitely.

The basement door creaked in and your head peaked in only to be met by silence. A thick gulp went down your throat and you slowly trudged down the stairs. The place was dusty, the musty smell filling your nose. A mechanic box laid aside.

"Holy shit...this place is darker than my l-"

𝘮𝘮𝘧!

"Huh?" You looked down.

𝘮𝘮𝘧! 𝘮𝘮��!

What.in.the.name.of.holy.christ.

You looked down to see your neighbour. Who was tied up brutally making her ankles swell purple. Her body left bare and marks of abuse was visible on her skin. Her hair crusty mixed with her own blood and her sight blocked by sunglasses.

"W-what the hell?!"

Why was she tied up in her own house like this? Your mind was blanker than a plain sheet of paper right now falling down straight to your back in shock. Your eyes blown wide and your senses numb. Your entire being was terrified and horrified by what you just discovered.

"H-hey are you okay?!"

A trembling hand of yours reached out to peel off the tape which was concealed around the female's mouth. As soon as you did that, the shrieking voice emptied your ears. You didn't understand. What was going on.

SAVE ME! PLEASE! SAVE ME!

The abused female was screaming in your ears. Stream of horror ran down her cheeks.

"WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M TRYING TO DO?!"

you retorted back, your voice sounding more pitched than usual trying to comprehend the situation in your fucking brain.

"...um..let me untie you first.."

NO! STAY AWAY FROM YOU! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!

"N-no. I just want to help you out, m-miss. Calm down"

You were trying your best not to give out. You sweatdropped as it only seemed to the female outburst even more.

Suddenly.

Your heart dropped. You sensed a presence. Besides the both of you. And it was haunting you as she screamed in horror making you freeze.

"!"

THWACK!

A seering pain spread across your cheek. A choked cry left you tumbling to the ground. Your hand held your face looking up at the figure who just hit you. It was a man. He looked about six feet or so and his hand clutched onto a baseball bat which he recently used to attack you. Your eyes still couldn't catch on his facial features through your blurry eyes. All you could make out was his lean figure and erratic breathing of his. Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his stare dig deep within your skin.

The door to the basement was still open, you just had to pass through the stairs and out the house. Nails digging into the concrete ground as you tried to crawl your way out but he dragged you back down by the hood of your sweater making a tiny whimper of beg leave you.

"P-please. I won't tell anyone about this. I promise. L-leave me be."

The man just swinged the bat to your legs again making you to roll down the stairs. You couldn't breathe. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. Your legs were wobbly not being able to feel them. The man crouched before you and you could finally see him.

Sharp eyes and those chocolate brown orbs. Blonde hair with a black underdye. His face looked innocent of that as a bunny's, pink plump lips and rosy cheeks. You felt a hand cup your cheek. The large warm palm engulfed you in a warmth.

'im going to die, isn't it? I'm gonna die in a dusty ass basement by a creep. How wonderful"

The man gave a gentle rub to your cheek, wiping away your tears away. With a smile. A smile that will patch in your mind your entire life. A smile that will haunt your dreams.

"Hey."

His voice was deep as a well and soft as a blanket. It gave you an uncomfortably comfortable to you but there was also intention behind those eyes. They looked like they'll eat upon you anyday now.

"Stop whining or you want me to shut that bitch mouth of yours, sweetheart. God... you look so freaking ravishing up close, y/n."

Your breathe hitched in your throat. How did he..

"You know what I just realised? How about we get you up? I don't want your pretty little ass lying around here"

Why does this feel uncanny. Was he really letting you go? Your mind was working on its own as the man held your arms and started to guide you up the stairs. Your figure was still shaking and choked hiccups still released from you.

"Are you really letting me go? I p-promise! My mouth is zipped!"

You felt ridiculous.

"Yes."

"But.."

The man turned around, his grip leaving your arms and his hooded eyes staring down at you.

"Not with your legs with the way they are.."

And before you even had a moment to question his words, his hands pushed you down hard back into the basement. You screamed in pain hearing the crack coming from your leg and your left cheek scratching along the rough ground of the place.

You shouldn't have come here. Stupid fucking kitten. The last thing you remembered was him looking down at you with an expression of achievement before black spots started to fill in your vision...

a/n: urm so a shitty chapter. I've been busy with my school work 😔 but I have a lot of ideas for the next chapter. It'll be more spicy 👽👽 sooo feedbacks and reblogs are much appreciated and do like it if you liked this yes 😅😅. And of course requests are open, as well as my inbox

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

hey friend! random question if you wanna answer/ramble: how do you approach the characters of ghostbur vs c!wilbur? i’ve seen them approached differently throughout the fandom—some people view them as nearly completely separate characters, some view them as essentially a singular person, others view them as two sides of the same coin, etc etc—and i was curious what your approach to them is! no pressure at all to answer this, just if you’d find it fun to talk about :) either way i hope you’re doing well ☀️

*vibrates vibrates vibrates* eeep!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE ELLE I HAVE BEEN SO SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS ASK I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT EVERY DAY I AM SO SO EXCITED YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

I’ve actually been thinking about this topic for a bit, so it’s very exciting indeed to get to talk about it :D Thank you so much for sending this yay!! :D :D

Alrighty, I’ll give my short answer, and then my long, ramble-y, messy answer after that!

Short answer: I see Wilbur and Ghostbur as separate characters that are connected by something deeper—and more confusing—than blood.

Long answer: OH BOY! I AM ABOUT TO GET RAMBLE-Y!

Okayokay. So.

Wilbur and Ghostbur are deeply connected to each other—so much so that many people believe they are the same person! Even members of the Dream SMP were incredibly confused about it all, and couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around it.

Without Wilbur, Ghostbur wouldn’t exist; he is, after all, Wilbur’s ghost. You can’t be a ghost if there was never anyone to be the ghost of in the first place. If Wilbur never lost his last canon life, then Ghostbur never would have come into existence. Right?

That’s all fairly simple. Wilbur dies, he gets a ghost, ghost is named Ghostbur. Easy stuff.

But it actually gets… very confusing, after that 😅 Because Ghostbur is clearly different. He’s clearly other. He’s clearly not Wilbur. Or at least, not the Wilbur he had been.

Ghostbur is gentle. He’s quiet, he loves the color blue, he loves sheep, he lives in a sewer (the weirdo) he has a library, he has a high-pitched scratchy voice, his skin is pale, he always wears a yellow sweater, he apparently dislikes guitars (going off of one line in an early stream Ghostbur appeared in, not entirely sure how “canon” it is) and he’s very, deeply, hopelessly sad.

He doesn’t act like Wilbur! He doesn’t have the same voice, the same likes and dislikes, the same taste in clothes! In many areas, he actually seems like the opposite of Wilbur.

So… he’s a different guy, right? If he’s got a vastly different personality, then surely that would make sense.

Right?

Well… things get even more confusing, because Ghostbur remembers things. He remembers L’manburg and Tommy and Sally and Niki and Phil and Techno and Fundy and so many other little things. Ghostbur also, when talking about the memories, says “I” instead of “he” or “Wilbur”—at least in many cases. He talks about the memories as if they were his own.

But he also gets upset whenever he’s called Wilbur; he’ll correct people, firmly saying that his name is Ghostbur, not Wilbur. It’s clear that being called by his alive counterpart’s name makes him uncomfortable.

And he often doesn’t even refer to Wilbur as Wilbur! He uses the name “Alivebur” instead, as if to further differentiate the two of them.

In addition, Ghostbur saw Wilbur as a villain (at first). He even went so far as to say that Phil did everyone a great service by killing Wilbur, and that everyone is happy that Wilbur’s dead!

And then later, as weeks and months passed, Ghostbur began to learn more about the history of the Dream SMP/L’manburg, and came to realize that Wilbur wasn’t a villain—not truly. He was scared, and sad, and he did terrible things, but deep down he wasn’t a villain. That’s what Ghostbur believed.

These would all be really strange things to think about if Ghostbur and Wilbur really were the same person. Y’know? Why would Ghostbur go to such lengths to separate himself if he and Wilbur were just the same guy all along? It doesn’t make sense to me.

There’s also the very obvious issue of Limbo. While Ghostbur was hanging out in the Dream SMP, Wilbur was stuck in a dark train station for thirteen and a half years. If Wilbur and Ghostbur were the same person, then why would they both be in separate places?

Again, that just doesn’t make sense to me!

When Wilbur was able to briefly talk to clingy duo on the bench, he mentioned Ghostbur, calling him a “crazy son of a [bleep]” aksgsjsgsjs

Once Wilbur was revived, almost every single word he spoke about Ghostbur was negative—and in a lot of cases, just plain mean. Wilbur saw Ghostbur as a shell, and a dumb one at that! He didn’t think that Ghostbur had a backbone or was capable of doing much of anything. Ghostbur made Wilbur very angry.

(It was only much later that Wilbur simmered down and realized that Ghostbur wasn’t those things, and that he didn’t deserve to be trapped in Limbo. It actually seemed like Wilbur… cared for Ghostbur. Or at least felt guilty about Ghostbur’s situation. Why else would he talk to a freaking god in order to bring a sheep to hell to make Ghostbur feel better? XD)

Oh dear I am rambling so much oh my goodness-

ALL THIS TO SAY, I can’t really see how it’s possible that Wilbur and Ghostbur are the same person after all the stuff I mentioned; the different names, the sort-of-hating-each-other, Limbo, etc etc.

So that begs the question: how exactly are these two related? What’s their connection? Because goshdarn it, they are connected to each other, and I think it’s silly to say otherwise.

I’ve seen lots of ideas and theories tossed around: Ghostbur being all the “good parts” of Wilbur, or his happy memories, his good intentions.

But I’m a bit confused by that, because Ghostbur was definitely a flawed individual who made mistakes and hurt people and did bad things, and felt heavy feelings and cried and yelled and hurt and got angry. If he truly was only a manifestation of Wilbur’s good intentions/memories, then wouldn’t he have… not ever dealt with those things?

Ghostbur is human, that’s what I’m trying to say. He’s human, and he feels things and makes mistakes and loves and hurts and he carries so much on his small shoulders and he just wants people to be happy but deep down he is sad and needs so much help. He’s not just Wilbur’s good bits. No, Ghostbur is human and he has good bits as well as bad bits. He’s not perfect or endlessly happy.

So… I guess what I’m getting at here is that I’m not entirely sure what Ghostbur is! I believe that he is his “own” person in a sense, while still being intrinsically connected to Wilbur. I don’t think Ghostbur and Wilbur are the same person, but I also don’t think they’re 100% separate from each other. It’s a very interesting thing. They run deeper than brothers, deeper than blood!

Does any of this make sense

[starimind]

Sweater Weather- Chapter 1

Wet- Dazey and the scouts

“I had a crush on you Annebeth, I just want you to know.” Percy looked at Annabeth, as if to check he heard correctly. Annabeth just stared at Nina. She looked surprised, but not in a bad way.

“You’re a great person. But I’m over that. Im happy for you guys” Annabeth’s gray eyes started to sparkle and she held out her hand. Nina took it. “Im so proud of you Nina, you’re really brave” “Thanks,” Nina said, she then turned to

Percy whose jaw was still hanging, “Don’t worry, your girlfriends cute and all but.“ Nina shrugged “She’s not my type. See you around Percy”

Nina then turned around and walked back to where Willow Solace was waiting. “What was that about Di Angelo” Willow said. Her blue eyes were a perfect baby blue and the freckles on her face shined as the sun hit her perfectly tan skin. Nina smiled. She couldn’t help but be amused by Percy’s reaction. It was better than Annebeth hating her. “Angelo?” Willow said again, one eyebrow up and her head tilted to the side slightly. “Are you okay?” Nina couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “Im better than okay.” Willow smiled. “Let’s get you all set up in you room” Willow said smiling, “I want you to enjoy your stay”

Nina could respond Willow grabbed her hand and led her to the infirmary. As dumb as is was Nina didn’t pay attention to what was happening. All she could focus on was the burning sensation from the hand holding hers and the zombie butterflies rioting in her stomach. It may have been only a few minutes but to her it felt like forever.

She liked this idea of forever.

☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎ ︎☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎ ︎☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎ ︎

Willow led Nina to a private room in the back of the infirmary. It was small and all white, except for sun stickers stuck to the cot and side tables.

“Alrighty, so Im going to have you shower before we start on your check up. The showers across the hall from this room. Got it” Willow said while gesturing to the shower, her hand still holding Nina’s “Wait- I don’t have any clothes with me” Nina said avoiding eye contact. Willow smiled. “I’ll take care of that death girl” Willow said, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it” Willow flicked Nina’s forehead before walking out the door.

Nina felt her face warm up. She could feel her heart beating faster. She buried her face in her hands This is stupid..

Nina walked to the bathroom. As soon as she locked the door, she spotted a mirror. Nina tensed at her appearance. Her hair was black and choppy. Her bangs were a bit over grown too. It was shoulder length but she held it in mini ponytails and skull clips Bianca gave her. Bianca. Bianca wouldn’t approve of how she looked now.

Before Nina could think about it anymore, she got started getting ready to shower.

☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎ ︎☠︎︎ ☠︎︎ ☠︎ ︎

Nina headed back to her room wrapped in a robe. Her wet hair dripped as she walked to her room. She kept a grip on her jewelry. Her skull clips and skull ring from Bianca. Pearl earrings from her mom. And a amethyst- obsidian necklace from her dad. Over the years she lost a lot of stuff. But these were to precious to let go of for even a moment. When she walked back she was greeted by neatly folded clothes and a note—————————————————————— Found some clean clothes for you. Hope you like them ghost queen! ᡣ𐭩

-Willow Solace —————————————————————— There was a faded black t-shirt with a bunch of people with glowing swords and a guy in from pointing a gun facing you. There was even a weirdo robot man in the back. It took a bit of concentration, but the words on the from said Star Wars. This shirt was clearly well loved. It had holes and bleach stains. She was also given black cargo shorts. The clothes fit her pretty big, but they were comfortable enough. As she was putting her damp hair back into her normal pigtails, someone walked in.

“Oh, you’re out already”

Nina jumped before quickly turning around. Willow was there with a weird silver box in her hands. She had that same sweet smile and stared at Nina with those same dreamy baby blue eyes. Nina could feel her face warm up a tiny bit.

“Did I scare ya” Willow said, she giggled a bit, “My bad sunshine, I was just bringing you a lil’ something”

Willow walked past Nina, setting the weird box on the side table and crouching down for a second before standing back up.

Nina couldn’t help but notice her voice. It sounded like…honey. There wasn’t a hint of anything other than pure happiness in it. She even had a slight southern accent that seemed to come out unconsciously.

“Hun? Are you okay? You didn’t answer m’question”

Willow was now crouched to her level and had one hand on her forehead. Nina quickly looked anywhere but the face 2 inches away from hers.

“I was spacing out..sorry”

Willow stood up. “Thats fine sweetie, now back to my question. What type-a music do you like?”

Nina shrugged.

“That’s fine, I guess we’ll find out in the next few days.” Willow said “Try and rest today, your check up is scheduled for tonight”

Nina nodded. Willow gave her one more smile before leaving.

Nina let out a breath when the door closed. Who knew talking to a (illegitimate) doctor would be so exhausting. Nina got up and turned off the lights. The blinds were still open so the room wasn’t that dark. Nina slipped into the cot and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her. She fell into a deep sleep almost immediately. The last thing she saw was that brilliant smile of Solace.

[legobiwan]

What do you think of Thrawn as a character? Tbh he's rightfully earned the spot of my favorite "bad guy" in Star Wars, even though he isn't an inherently evil or malicious person. Treason is AMAZING so far, I'd say it's a step up from the last book. I love your blogs, and your review of the book was very accurate!

First of all, thank you for your kind words, friend :)

Secondly, I love Thrawn, especially in this new incarnation. 

It’s been a long time since I read the original Zahn novels (like, probably close to 20 years), but from what I remember, Thrawn was a good villain then, someone to match Sidious’s level of threat while being a different type of bad guy for Luke and the gang to match up against, someone who wasn’t a Force user, which seemed to be the most important aspect of Thrawn in that iteration.

But with these new novels (and Rebels, to a degree)...it throws an entirely new light on Thrawn. Yes, he works for the Empire, but he’s doing so for a reason. He operates on his own plane of morality, which seems to be a mix of Chiss culture and Thrawn’s own idiosyncracies. He is highly logical, values loyalty, effort, and strategic thinking over many other characteristics and - this is what i find fascinating - creates a culture of respect and loyalty within the being that serve under him where they are free to express their opinions (within the proper boundaries) and even make mistakes, as long as they show effort to fix and learn from those mistakes. Like, I’m the kind of person who chafes under most authority figures but even I feel like I’d be okay working under Thrawn.

It’s funny, because he really exhibits a lot of the characteristics the Jedi purported to be their behavioral baseline (and I am certain this is done on purpose, especially in Alliances). Thrawn is able to - by and large - manage his attachments, he operates on logical and loyalty rather than passion, he sees the larger picture, and is rather dispassionate (which is not to say he doesn’t care, but rather he doesn’t exude illogical emotion). This, honestly, was what prompted my original ask if Chiss could be Jedi because if Thrawn were Force-sensitive??? He would wipe the floor with the Order, I’m certain. 

And the way it’s set up in the books, he works for the villains without becoming the villain himself, which I find fascinating. (Rebels is another story, but now I admittedly have to go back and watch it with this new information in mind.) Yes, he kills people and aids Palpatine and Vader but as you said, I don’t feel like he’s inherently evil, and not even evil in being amoral because he tries to avoid unnecessary loss of life in battle. He just...again, exists on a different plane where very few people get him. And I think a lot of us can, in a way, get that.

Plus, his relationship with Eli Vanto might be one of my favorite things in the world and I am going to have things to say about Treason after I go on my run today :D 

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Takao Kazunari, Midorima Shintarō, Miyaji Kiyoshi, and Miyaji Yūya with S/O Who Have a Sassy Personality

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A/N: Hello there Anon! Thank you for the French Fries ☚(*´∀｀☚) and from now on the payment to request headcanons for me is by giving me food XDDDD. Anyway, thank you for the request, this is such a great idea for me because I can relate to someone who is sassy. I hope you like it

Waning: (Y/N) being mean and body shame

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Takao Kazunari - Shutoku

If you have watched the anime. You know Takao can handle Midorima's harsh words as he knows how tsundere he is and I believe he would love Sassy S/O.

Hear me out, I can see his love language also being sassy back at you so the two of you had a playful banter together where the two of you going to end up with stomach cramps for laughing too much.

He is definitely amused with your sass and since his love language is teasing the hell out of you and sometimes he would even steal your words to out sass other people, especially Midorima.

So, don't worry about getting sassy with him. He is not too sensitive that he cannot handle your sass. In fact, he could even outwit you back and make you freeze on the ground because out of shock.

Of course your reaction is only going to make Takao laughing his ass off and pointing his finger at you since you just stood there like a statue and not expecting him to fight you back.

Also, Takao sometimes would help you on your side when you are debating with other people by adding even more sass and making the Karen or the asshole ashamed or angry at you two.

Afterwards, the two of you going to give each other a high five and laugh with each other, joking about those Karens or assholes when they were gone.

There would be times he would lightly bonk your head if he realizes that your sass was out of the line and hurting innocent people and looking at you with disapproval and telling you to be careful with your words because some words can be really hurt.

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Sounds of chattering in the hallway get louder and louder as students from all of the classes get out of their classes. Walking together with their friend or alone while going to their locker to get their things including the person with a pair of (E/C) eye colors, (S/C) skin color, and (H/C) Hair color.

Taking out the notebooks from the locker and some important kinds of stuff, the bell turns off and (Y/N) (L/N) closes the door of the locker and turns the key around before leaving their/her/his locker along and walking to the gym to greet someone in there and maybe gives a little surprise for 'certain' someone.

(Y/N) could hear some giggles here and there and it was too familiar for you, internally groaning as the sound of the footsteps getting closer. It was the cheaper version of Regina George, she never interacts with you nor you interact with her but knowing this kind of female still exist makes your blood boil.

"Oh My God, don't you see that guy with silver blue-ish eyes? He's so gorgeous," the girl said.

"Yeah, that guy friend's too with the green hair although what a weirdo. Bringing frog's pocket everywhere," the other girl commented.

"I don't care about that guy. I'm more interested with that guy who has that sharp eyes and black hair," the girl putting out her lipstick before applying it.

"Could you stop talking about that guy? You three makes my ears bleed," You snapped out, slamming the locker shut and glaring at those girls.

The three of them did not expect you to hear their conversation, especially the girl on the middle with a beautiful long straight black hair that reaches the middle of her back, pale ivory skin-tone and a pair of lavender purple eyes. Despite looking beautiful like a doll, she was the most annoying one.

"Aww I'm sorry, do you want me to talk about it more~" the girl smirks, causing the other two of her friends giggles.

"You do have a nice voice... but it is nicer if you don't yap around like a chihuahua. All barks but not bite," you shrugs with the end of your lips tugged upwards.

All three of them gasps in surprise, offended with your insult as the girl on the middle face's getting more and more red and you swore you almost saw a steam getting out from her ears. "Y-YOU! AT LEAST I'M MORE BEAUTIFUL AND MORE POPULAR THAN YOU!" She shrieked, pointing her index finger at you.

Satisfied with the girl's reaction, you could not help but the grin on your face getting wider as you lean to the locker more and crossing both of your arms. "You are more beautiful than me but all of those are from plastic surgery, especially your nose job. So how much did your mommy and daddy pay for those? Also, you're more popular because you sell your body around to every guys in Shutoku. Let me guess, they paid you around 800-1000 yen? No wonder you're so rich!"

Every one in the hallway slowly surrounding the two of you, interested with the commotion as some people were cheering on you and the girl. Takao who also were walking side by side with Midorima saw the crowd from far away. He blinks repeatedly before he looks at green haired shooter.

"What the hell is going on?" Takao asks.

"I'm not sure but we need to check it out," Midorima walks closer.

Once they got closer, their eyes widened to see you standing with a smug grin at a girl with red face. The girl yanked the book out from her bag before throwing it to your face but you did not need to duck, tilting your head to the side. Her shoot already miss and making the popular girl even angrier than before.

Takao quickly steps aside with a fake smile on his face, "Hey ladies/gentleman. Let's just stop the fight and calm down," Takao tried to stop the fight.

"T-takao-kun! Thank you so much, t-this girl/guy/non-binary person was mocking me!" She tried to cling to Takao who are internally screaming since he doesn't know who's the person clinging to his arm whereas (Y/N) just roll her/his/their eyes. You pull yourself away from the locker and glance at Takao.

"She was talking about you right in front of me could you believe this girl? Talking about how much she wants to fuck you in front of me?" You smile innocently while pointing at the popular girl. You added a little lie to make it more dramatic and to make Takao on your sides.

"I-i'm sorry but I already have boyfriend/girlfriend and this is my partner," Takao stuttered a little bit. He knows your tendency to be a little bit piece of shit-

'"Tch! Whatever, I don't care about losers like you!" The girl storms away and everything was silent until the other students walking away one by one, leaving the scene. You could not help but laugh as well as Takao who joined the laughter, thinking it was hilarious to see you angered one of the most popular girl in the school.

"Glad I saw that," Takao wiped the tears after he laughing too much and patting your back.

"Me too, hun," You winked at him, still in the cheeky mood.

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Midorima Shintarō - Shutoku

Froggit Midorima doesn't really have an opinion on sassy people or he's in the middle of 'I don't really like them' and 'I like them' if he had a Sassy S/O.

He does not find it amusing when you are getting too sassy to him and it made him annoyed whenever you talk back at him while he was scolding you.

Especially if you are not listening to him whenever he is lecturing you about something or your mistake but you just rolled your eyes and talking back at him.

He also doesn't really like it whenever you are commenting and teasing him out of nowhere because it reminded him of Takao when Takao annoys him.

However, it does not mean he hates you because there are lots of times he also finds your sassiness can be really amusing sometimes.

I am saying this because there were a lot of times you were being sassy back to Takao and making him lose an argument with you whereas Midorima was in the background silently snickering.

He doesn't admit it but he also enjoys watching you destroying your enemy with your wittiness and your words. Causing your rival to be embarrassed and back away

Midorima definitely going to silently and secretly learn from you but when Takao catches him that he is trying to be like you. He will immediately deny it.

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It was sunny on the outside and many people were out there doing their own thing and interacting with each other. The green hair shooter of Shutoku glances at the screen of his phone, clearly watching Oha Asa of today with a cute girl on the side of the screen explaining the faith of Cancer's today.

"Today is going to be a bad day for cancers! There will be lots of silly and bad accidents happen to you so please be careful today. Your lucky item for Cancers today are the small Beaver figurine from the antique shop! Next I am going to show (Your Zodiac)'s-" Midorima immediately closes the screen of his phone and grumbling he shouldn't be out today.

Before he plugs the earphone out from the phone and trying to insert it, a large figure almost as big as him accidentally made contact with him and the impact was quite hard, causing the two of them to drop the things on their hands together.

"H-hey dude! I'm sorry for crashing with you!" The guy crouches down.

However, it was as if the gods tries to make his life into a comedy because the guy tries to take Midorima's earphone and give it back to him. His large shoes accidentally stepped into one of the earbuds and crushed it in a pieces. Midorima and the stranger immediately internally screams about the sudden event before the man quickly stood up and bows down repeatedly to apologize for destroying the earphone.

It wasn't over just like that, the saddest thing was as the man stood up, his head accidentally hit something hard and triangle, causing the man to wince in pain as well as the green-haired basketball player who are holding his chin in pain. Midorima curses himself, thinking Oha Asa was right about the misfortune that will happen to him today.

"I-I AM SORRY SIR! I AM SO SORRY FOR MY ACTIONS!" The man apologizes once again and things get out of control.

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Standing in the middle of the aisle inside the antique shop, Midorima searched for a certain mini figure that Oha-Asa told, it was the small beaver figure and portable one since he needs to bring it around in the gym soon. His eyes laid on the last small stature of the before and his hands immediately reached it out to take it.

Another hand took the small figure of the small animal and his eyes widened in shock before it turned into annoyance and anger. Someone is taking his lucky item and judging the person in front of him. The person only smiles in a sardonic way, "Oh, you wanted this? I'm sorry but a loser with four eyes like you shouldn't even have this thing," It was clear it was just another asshole, the person didn't want the lucky item. They just want to be a jerk just to look cool since he can hear the unfamiliar laughter.

"Is that your insult? Why don't you try a better insult and something more fitting to you? Like all talk but no biting? Or maybe just a wannabe gangster? Mommy's boy?" A familiar sound appears from behind the jerk.

Midorima's green eyes were surprised to see you standing there with crossed arms and a smirk on your face. The jerk clicked his tongue at you "Tch! Scram brat! I bet if I punch you, you would be crying like a baby!" The man shouted.

"Me?? Crying?? Oh my?? Why do you think I am gonna cry when I see baby wipes on your pants? Why do I also see you red face after leaving the restaurant? Were you get angry when I saw you got rejected several hours ago by the waiters? How does that feel, getting rejected by everyone?" You snicker, causing the jerk even get angrier before he storms away.

"I'LL SHOW YOU! YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" The person said before the person leaves the antique shop.

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Unknownbeast to you, Midorima was too shocked and speechless to see this kind of sight of you. He knows you have a tendency to act a little bit mean but this is the first time he sees you standing up for him with your sass. The green haired player could not help but glancing away, trying to hide his red face from you as he feel glad that you were standing up for him.

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Miyaji Kiyoshi - Shutoku

Either you have a thing with someone who is strict and short-tempered or you have a strong mentality to face this kind of guy even though it can get annoying sometimes.

It's canon he often gets annoyed by Midorima's vagaries and sometimes by Takao's antics. He also often gets annoyed by your sarcasm and sassiness when he is scolding you.

It feels like you are not taking him seriously when you are getting sassy to him but unlike Midorima. He won't get too argumentative so once it get's heated up. He would just gonna sigh and let it be.

There's a lot of time he only watches you mouthing him or getting witty in the argument as he looks at you with unamused glances and crossed arms.

He is strict just like his brother and temperamental but he was a little bit more chill than his brother so there are some times he would just scoff at your remarks and walk away from you.

Many times he was also amused by your sarcasm and sass when facing some idiots. There would be a time he was even trying not to laugh but failed as he is holding his stomach.

I can see Kiyoshi would also record the fight you had with another idiot or asshole when you sassed the poor guy. As he records it, he would save it in his gallery and play it when there is no one around.

Just like Midorima. There are many times he is amused with this side of yours but also many times he is not amused, especially when you are getting too argumentative to him since he can be quite stubborn.

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Sounds of chattering can be heard as students from inside of the classroom are talking with their friends, sleeping on their table, reading some books from the library, or studying before the upcoming exam. (Y/N) (L/N) watches the sight outside of the window, glancing at the students that follow the instruction from the P.E. Teacher or play other sports.

The (H/C) haired student can be seen sitting near the window and feeling their/her/his stomach grumbling in hunger even though the bell has not rung yet. You forgot to eat breakfast from home because you were almost late as you had time to shower, use your uniform, feed your cats or dogs in the morning, and prepare the backpack by inserting the needed books.

(Y/N) eyes glance at the ceiling of the class and think about the mouth-watering bowl of beef over rice. A steamed warm rice topped with thinly sliced beef and tender onion, simmered in dashi broth, seasoned with a soy sauce as well as diced boiled eggs on top of it. It was one of the most in-demand lunches in the cafeteria.

Not long after, the sound of the bell rang, and (Y/N) quickly stood up so you can go take those lunch earlier since it's quite often that the cafeteria was full of hungry students and you did not want to miss any of those beef slices over rice. However, fate was not on your side because you stood up. Your body accidentally made harsh contact with another person.

"WATCH IT! FREAK!" The person says.

"I should have been the one who said that, you literally take all over the place," (Y/N) commented, rolling both of their/her/his eyes.

"W-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT?!"

"You hear me, boo~" you said with the corner of your lips tugged upwards.

"A-AT LEAST I'M NOT A LONER FREAK!" The person screeches.

"I'm not a plastic though," (Y/N) shrugs, amused with the person in front of you as they are throwing tantrums like five-year-olds.

Sounds of cough can be heard, stopping the two of you and the stranger's argument before your eyes look up to see your boyfriend Miyaji Kiyoshi. The blonde and tall basketball player of Shutoku trudges silently before he went completely standing still next to you and eyes squinted at the person in front of you, arms crossed in an intimidating way.

"I believe you should be the one who needs to apologize instead of (Y/n). I saw the entire scene, you were the one who was walking while talking with your friend without noticing that (Y/N) just stood up from her/his/their sit," Kiyoshi defended you from the strange and entitled student.

"Tch, fine. You win this time but next time I will kick your ass," the person giving their last glare at you before they storm away with their friends following from behind.

One by one, the students that were watching the drama unfold in front of their eyes are leaving the classroom and letting what just happened to slide away. Kiyoshi Miyaji's eyes stare at you, rolling both of his eyes and taking a deeper breath before his hands reach up to your head, messing up your hair with the gentle noogie.

"You're reckless, you know that? Your mouth always getting into some troubles," he told you.

"I know, but you still love me," You cheekily smiled at him, receiving another eye rolls from him.

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Just like his brother, Miyaji Yuya is as strict and temperamental as his brother and he is also as stubborn as his brother too.

Because of this, the two of you fight a lot and the two of you are getting mouthy with each other, trying to prove the two of you were right and the other wrong.

It's very common that you two are fighting as Yuya is a little bit more has more temper than his twin so it can be a competition between the two of you.

Just like his brother, there are many times he is not amused with your antics and sass. When that happens, he will stare straight into your face, cross his arms, glare at you, or look at you with anger in his eyes, and sometime he would shout back.

He also sometimes gets a little bit embarrassed when you had a fight with another person because of your sarcasm and sass. To the point, he would act as if he doesn't know who are you.

However not in all cases he would react like those because there is a time he would be amused and learn your sass whenever he sees you debating with other Karens or Assholes.

Sometimes he would join together with you but using his own words and would scare the perpetrator away who is trying to harass you.

Once the person gets away from the two of you, he would have a good laugh together with you and tell you about those moments when the two of you are going home from school or a date.

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It was not a surprise that Basketball players can be quite popular among every student, especially if the basketball players are good looking including your boyfriend Miyaji Yuuya. Miyaji Yuuya has an athletic and slim body, he also has dark blonde hair as well as a pair of eyes that are similar to his brother.

The dark blonde second-year basketball player glances at everyone training in the gym room where the seniors teach the new player how to shoot the balls into the hoops "C'MON! TRY HARDER! SOON WE ARE GOING TO FACE AGAINST SEIRIN! MIYAJI-SAN! COME HERE TO TEACH THE NEW PLAYERS!" The coach looks at him, calling him to show all of the new players how to shoot.

"Hai!" He puts the bottles away before jogging to the old man.

As he was going up to show the new players, he did not realize many pairs of eyes watching him playing, especially the student girls who were giggling from far away and watching him playing basketball and shooting the balls into the hoop.

"Miyaji-san is so cool!" One of the girls whispers.

"Yeah, he's so cool when playing basketball like that," another girl with a messy bun whispered back.

"He's so handsome," the girl with pigtails squeals silently.

"I know right. It's sad that everyone says he has a girlfriend/boyfriend/romantic partner. I wonder who they are," the girl with the navy hairband sighs.

"Maybe try to flirt with him when his girlfriend/boyfriend is not around," the girl with pigtails giggles.

None of the girls knows that the dark blonde second-year player is your boyfriend and your ears getting hotter and hotter each time they were squealing and whispering out loud. It was really obvious that those three have a crush on your boyfriend and they are acting very obnoxious.

Both of your eyes glanced at those girls before slamming the book out loud, causing them to jump in surprise before turning around to glare at you "C-can you quiet down! We are watching people playing basketball in here!" The girl with the navy hairband hisses.

"Watching people play basketball or staring at Yuya-san?" You cross your arms, still looking at them with a sharp glance.

"S-SHUT UP! Don't act like you're his girlfriend/boyfriend!" the girl hisses, pointing her index finger at your face rudely.

"Oh, I am~" You smiled mockingly, causing the fangirl even angrier than before.

"PROVE IT!" She challenged.

"Sure," you shrug, eyes focusing on the match once again.

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Once the training was done, Yuuya was sweating like a bullet with eyes lide in exhaustion but that tired face was replaced with a smile as his eyes landed on you, waving his arm at you to greet you. His footsteps were getting closer and closer but before he could speak. His eyes widened with your action.

Out of the blue, your lips made a contact with the basketball player and causing the three girl's mouths to gasp in horror as well as the other players who just saw you just eat your boyfriend's face right in front of their faces. Yuuya blushes and kisses back for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Baby, what's gotten into you? You just kissed me out of nowhere and made my teammates watch the two of us kiss" He raised his eyebrows in confusion and slight irritation since he felt a little bit embarrassed by the sudden contact

"I just miss you a little bit and I was just trying to swat some bugs to get away from you," you innocently said.

He was still looking at you with confusion, not knowing what did you mean by 'bugs' until he sees three girls marching away in anger. It immediately clicked in his brain that you were jealous of those girls and you railed them on purpose. Yuuya could not help but sigh at (Y/N) antics before his eyes glancing at his S/O, flicking your forehead and making you wince in pain.

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monster high (2022) review

SPOILERS AHEAD OBVIOUSLY. SCROLL PAST IF U DONT WANT EM.

and don’t ask me for the movie either, i’m not gonna share it cause i made a promise to the person on reddit i got it from

i probably won’t bring up the lightwashing in the review proper much since other people have said it better than i could. but here’s my mention of it: clawdeen and cleo are both lightwashed and whitewashed, respectively. and we know it’s not like they’re not capable of hiring actors with the proper skin tones/races because bloodgood is a dark skinned black woman (and she was great tbh). so it’s just really disappointing and i will not be supporting the movie financially when it comes out because of it.

okay first off i wanna talk about the characters themselves. there’s a lot of weird things they did that aren’t Bad changes but they’re just bizarre and idk where they came from. like some people said it was like they were mixing and matching character traits and that feels pretty spot-on.

clawdeen - half human half werewolf as we already know but i’m more concerned about her personality. this clawdeen is more...generic? generic nice girl? she’s not a pushover but she also isn’t nearly as headstrong as og clawdeen. and the only hobby we see her do is skateboarding.

frankie - this frankie RULES. they are constantly bringing up which famous person their body parts belonged to and saying random weird facts. theyre a huge socially awkward weirdo. they still have the patented frankie stein friendly to a fault optimism. they probably are the most similar to their original version and are 100% the main reason to watch this film.

draculaura - she’s very dry and crabby?? not bubbly at all. and she does witchcraft which i will talk about more later. unclear if she’s still vegetarian or not: she threatens to suck the blood of frankie and clawdeen if they dont stay out of her side of their dorm room

deuce - you can see his eyes. his shades look like they’d be useless. also apparently used to be a big troublemaker and is trying to turn over a new leaf. still very chill and nice. has a bit of human hair in addition to his snakes. gorgons are apparently feared in the monster world and he’s insecure about that

cleo - she is not a character in this movie she is just a Mean Girl prop. exists to look pathetic trying to get deuce back and to be mean to the main 3 ghouls. the biggest disappointment to me, both for personal reasons (i love her) and for subjective reasons. it’s like they took every ounce of depth that every preceeding mh media gave her (her love for her friends, her trauma, her reasons for doing things, the fact that she’s not a cruel person) and put a cookie cutter in her place.

lagoona - she isn’t Blue anymore i guess but that doesn’t bug me. she only has a couple lines. other than that she just stands next to cleo. personally i think her outfits are very good but i wish they had found an indigenous australian actress to play her

abbey - i think she has like 2 lines and then she screams at something. doesn’t appear to have the same personality as og abbey, but it’s hard to tell. she seems more preppy and more influencer-type. also doesn’t have her accent and speaks fluent english

ghoulia - she speaks fluent english as well. huge L for autistics. she’s kind of the Quirky weird one who tries to scare the new students so i like that direction for her but my god i wish they had her still speak zombie.

heath - he doesn’t get to do a whole lot but he’s probably the 2nd closest to his og character. i liked him alright he was fine. comic relief guy character. nothing much more to say

now let’s talk about The Good

like i said, frankie is great. they stole every single second of their screentime. theyre an angel and i love them. had the only genuinely funny lines in the movie

bloodgood was mostly good. but we always stan bloodgood.

some of the outfits were KILLER. i will definitely be giffing a few.

a couple of the songs are boring but true monster heart and the three of us both BANG and they will be going in my playlist as soon as theyre released. if nothing else the people they hired to act in this movie can SING

speaking of the songs i loooove the lyric “i see the monsters, they look like family” especially coming from frankie. i love u.

the friendship between the main 3 ghouls is really sweet and feels organic

they/them frankie real

MONSTER HIGH THE SCHOOL IS ALIVE!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW SICK THAT IS!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i liked clawdeen’s dad apollo a lot he was sweet

draculaura talks to her dad thru a moving painting. im scraping the bottom of the barrel but i thought that was cool.

i LOVE getting a new universe/canon to play around with. we’re up to 4 now, possibly 5 with the new animated series, and i couldn’t be happier.

this isn’t related to the plot itself but watching the unfinished vfx version adds a layer of joy to the experience. maybe once the movie’s out it’ll be widely available for people to watch. seeing a terrible animation of png clipart spiders crawl on abbey’s cup of coffee is so so so special to me.

ok now The Bad. i’m gonna do a read more here because this is already long and the most spoilers will be in this section.

clawdeen’s supposed to be hiding the fact that she’s half monster from humans but her house has a family portrait with her and her mom’s wild ears completely out just. on the mantle in full view

i’m so confused on the status of witchcraft in this mh canon. some characters call it a filthy human hobby. then draculaura says that vampires and witches have been at war for centuries. and then later, lala is still able to use witch magic even after her vampire monster powers are taken away from her. she says witch magic is different from monster magic. but if witchcraft is a human thing, why are humans scared of monsters? what is the truth.

mr komos is the villain, surprise surprise. but just wait til you hear this: he’s hyde’s SON and is trying to get revenge on monster high for not accepting jekyll/hyde. he drinks a Monster Potion that jekyll/hyde made and turns into a big muscle version of himself with giant horns. what really gets me is that HE is the one who led the students in a song about how humans suck and thus contributed to the prejudice against human/monster hybrids. this guy is a complete dumbass. also there is no mention of jackson/holt BTW and i dont really miss them but its just a weird choice to make

for the whole movie, the school is like. reacting badly. and everyone’s like it’s because there’s someone without a True Monster Heart in the walls of monster high. and clawdeen thinks it’s her but it’s komos ofc. and hes 100% a dumbass but he had the motivation of hating the fact that mixed human/monsters weren’t allowed to attend and were hated by humans as well???? god this plot sucks.

i wasn’t expecting anything different but all the prejudice is solved by the end of the movie, both against human/monster people and against witchcraft. i just mention it because every kid’s movie does this and it never stops being funny. racism RESIGNED!

NOT A MODICUM OF CLEUCE TO BE SEEN. cleo and deuce interact twice. the first time, she tries to make him want her back by saying she’s moved on, and he calls her self-absorbed. the second time is just her telling him to get help because komos hulked out (and he ignored her 6 calls before that one). deuce gets his powers stolen by komos and TURNED TO STONE and cleo is just standing 5 feet from him watching like :///. honestly what an absolute disservice to both their characters. the reason i love both of them so much is because they’re both constantly defying what viewers expect from a popular girl/popular guy couple and this is just back to square 1. this is worse than square 1 actually.

yes, deuce/clawdeen is a thing here. i didn’t want it to be true because i thought surely NOBODY IS STUPID ENOUGH TO DO THIS but here we are. she’s the one at deuce’s side during the aforementioned stoning and he says “at least i got to stare into your eyes.” before he is Stoned. he unstones later dont worry but this scene sucked. but other than a song together + the eyes comment it doesn’t amount to much. they talk about insecurities together ig.

i mentioned this earlier but it truly feels like the writer’s room for this movie was given only pictures of the characters to work off of. nothing else. at least the lisi harrison appears to have been given character blurbs for her books. there’s so many bizarre choices in this film that it would literally make total sense if the writers had never actually watched monster high a day in their lives. they just got lucky with frankie and heath.

like i said before, ghoulia talks, and all of the characters lose the accents they had before. the only one with an accent that isn’t Generic American is lagoona. and for some of the charas it’s not the biggest deal in the world but for charas like ghoulia it takes away some important representation.

they/them frankie is CANON which is a GOOD THING!! but i’m mentioning it here again because i can’t think of a single instance where they refer to them as anything but “frankie”. it might just be my memory so correct me if i’m wrong but i don’t think it happens. the only time their pronouns are used is when they’re introducing themselves. and its like. what’s the point if youre not gonna use the pronouns lmao

bloodgood being a part of excommunicating hyde. it’s only a picture in a slideshow but it still sucks. it’s the only part of her character in this movie i don’t like.

anyway. i give it a 4/10. might skim thru it once the official release is out so i can see what the final effects look like. but if you end up watching this, do so illegally and do it for frankie

[i-lovethatforme]

spideychelle jealousy Drabble when u free and feels like? 0.0 and if you love me leave me lonely is golden :)

spideychelle jealousy drabble for you. thank you so much! xxx

Peter barely bites back a groan when MJ finally comes out of his room. She’s fiddling with the hem of her crop top. Well, it’s his top with the word tiger in obnoxious letters, that she’s tied into a knot to show off her stomach and he can’t believe she’s about to go out like this. Her legs are completely on show in some tight jeans he tries not to leer at her in but he knows he fails. The slight shine to her skin where she’s only moisturised the parts someone can see. The way her hair tumbles over one shoulder because she’s pinned a little bit back.

“You think I should take a jacket?” she asks, finally satisfied with where the top sits. It rides up slightly when she pulls her shoulders back and he loves her so much he might just die.

“And a shirt, Em,” he replies, rolling his eyes as she groans. “It’s freezing!”

“It’s barely even cold,” she laughs, then, “insects just feel the chill more.”

“Spiders are aracnids, MJ. I know you know that.”

“Do not,” she replies, sticking her tongue out at him as smiles at her. She smiles back at him and he’s transported into the semi-awkward zone where he can’t stop looking at her and she’s looking right back at him - probably thinking that he’s a right weirdo. He’s never quite sure how to get out of it, or if he even wants to.

“Erm, did I leave my black shirt here? I can’t find it at home.”

“Ummmm,” he says, thinking to where it sits in his dresser. MJ’s at his place so much she may as well move in with the amount of stuff she leaves over. She has a drawer in his dresser for God sake.

“Nope,” he replies with a shrug.

“Hmm, well then can I wear this one?” she asks, stepping a little too close and her hands find the collar of his dark blue shirt.

“MJ.”

“Oh, come on, it’ll look so cute,” she pouts. He widens his legs so she can stand between them. He’d give her anything. It’s just fun to mess with her.

“I’m literally wearing it right now,” he laughs as she snakes her hands down the front, playing with one of his buttons. He likes the feel of her fingertips on him. Besides, she doesn’t like him in the way he likes her, but she still thinks he’s cute. She’s told him enough times, so he’s waiting for her to undo a button and see he’s not wearing anything underneath.

“Please, Peter,” she says with a slight stomp of her foot. She doesn’t act like this around anyone else and it makes him feel feral.

“You have to buy me pizza tomorrow,” he says as she swallows when she gets his third button undone and his chest comes into view. He’s not tensing. He’s not!

“S - sure,” she says, her eyes flicking to his face once so he catches the blush of her cheeks and then she drops back to the task at hand.

“I always buy the pizza!” she exclaims when she finally leans against him to pull the shirt off properly, her chest brushing his.

“You always steal my clothes,” he says, feeling entirely too hot as she looks him over, her breath hitching as she reaches his face again. She shakes her head and blinks as she pulls his shirt on.

“It’s a shame you don’t do love,” she says, her lip caught between her teeth as she looks anywhere but at him. When she does that, acts like she’s nervous to talk to him even though they’ve been best friends for years, his mind runs with it and convinces him that she’s as in love with him as he is with her.

But something always comes along and shoves it out the way.

“Then you could double date with us… or something.”

There it is.

“Ha,” he says, and though he knows she caught the lack of humour to his tone, she doesn’t call him out on it. It’s not like he wouldn’t do love for the right person… the right person being the girl going on a date he set her up on. He just decided not to do relationships when he first became Spidey, the risks were too great and besides, he didn’t like anyone then.

But now it’s a whole thing and how is he supposed to tell her he’d like to marry her actually when she’s never shown a real interest in him and she’s his best friend in the world and he really can’t lose her over something as trivial as the fact he’s so in love with her he wants to scream it every second of the day.

“Well, lucky for me I don’t do relationships so I don’t have to spend the next few hours pretending I can’t bowl so Brad doesn’t cry about me beating him,” he says, fluttering his eyelashes as she shoves his shoulder.

“He better not be a cry baby, Peter,” she groans.

“You don’t care,” he laughs, then, “you just want him to be decent in bed.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you keep setting me up with people that act like they’re digging for gold.”

It’s not his fault everyone he sets her up with can’t please her in bed, honestly! It’s just luck. But he does want her to be happy and she hasn’t properly dated anyone in years and he knows she craves that intimacy. So he tries again with any half decent guy he knows. If she doesn’t want him, she’ll want someone.

“Maybe they just need some pointers,” he shrugs, trying to act like he’s not about to rip the kitchen counter from the wall at the thought of her with someone else.

“Pointers are one thing, a whole thesis is just hard work,” she grumbles. He wants to suggest something insane like he could help her out but she’s already talking and he almost chokes. “I bet you don’t need pointers.”

“What?” he gasps, widening his legs so she can’t see the way he immediately hardens in his jeans.

“I’ve just heard you and Ned talking before and it doesn’t seem like you have any complaints,” she shrugs.

“I mean - I - the senses -”

“Hmmm. Maybe you should teach a class,” she laughs, though her cheeks are far too pink for her nonchalant tone.

“How to please a girl, tips with Spidey?” he asks, running his palms up and down his thighs as he swallows thickly.

“Something like that,” she smiles, her heart thumping. Thanks for the shirt, I gotta go,” she says suddenly, grabbing her jacket and purse from the counter. “You on patrol tonight?”

“Yep,” he breathes. He’s desperate to fling himself from buildings so he doesn’t have to watch the love of his life walk off to a date with someone that’s nowhere near good enough for her.

“Pick me up if Brad’s useless?” she asks, then, “at bowling, obviously. I’ll be able to tell if he’s any good with his hands.”

“Okay,” he laughs. “Just text me.”

“Thanks,” she smiles. “Though if this date goes badly that’s your third strike and I think you’re going to have to make up for it.”

He wants to ask her what she means. But the door is already closed.

[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

[pan-fangirl-345]

Hidden Panthers

Summary: Soulmarks aren't rare, and neither are soulmates, but what is rare, is a person who doesn't want to meet their soulmate, but Toho Academy has two.

Or: Five times Aomine was curious about your tattoo, and one time he saw it.

TW: a small amount of angst, I suppose one part might be comparable to a panic attack, and some swearing, but I promise it's mostly fluff.

A/N: I had an idea! Since I have no requests currently in my inbox, I thought I would jot it down before I forgot about it.

1.

"You guys do realize that you should be practicing, right?" you asked when you walked into the gym and the boys were all shirtless, showing off their soulmarks.

"They're trying to prove who's is the biggest," Momoi informed you, making you snort.

You were almost one hundred percent certain that you had them all beat, except for maybe Aomine.

Your soulmark was a special image somewhere on your body, and animal, a place, something like that. They were colorful, and looked like tattoos.

The mark on your body corresponded with the one on your soulmate's body.

You knew that Aomine had your matching tattoo, not that he knew that, and that was okay.

The black ink of his tattoo was stark against his tan skin, but you knew that he wasn't showing it off with pride, it was him just proving a point.

Top dog on the team, biggest soulmark, he was unbeatable.

Aomine had made it clear that he didn't appreciate the thought of soulmates, that he was fine with not knowing who they were, not knowing who you were, in your case.

"What's yours (Y/L/N)-kun?" one of the boys asked and you snorted, a hand flying to cover your mouth, sometimes you hated hanging around teenage boys all the time, it made your mind go to weird places sometimes.

"Sorry boys, you don't want to see my mark, trust me," you muttered, touching your shoulder softly.

Aomine's eyes were on you, burning a hole through your body, but you ignored him.

"What is it?"

"None ah," you said.

"None ah?"

"None ah ya business," you replied, dropping your bag by the bench.

The boys peeled off into laughter, and Momoi gave a small giggle.

You smiled softly, tugging your sweatshirt off.

The boys were getting to practice, though Aomine was still watching you, watching you with those startling blue eyes.

"Are you going to practice or are you going to just stare at me like a creep?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nah," he muttered, moving to head out the door, but you moved in front of him.

"Nope, you're here," you told him, throwing your arms out. "If you're here, you're practicing, even if that means you have to practice with me."

Aomine squinted at you, and you were 99% certain that he was going to try and shove you out of the way, but he sighed, heading back to work in drills with the other boys.

Momoi was watching you, eyes glinting in the way they did when she watching a game and her data was proved correct.

"Momoi-san," you said, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just a hunch," she murmured, wandering off to watch Aomine play.

You frowned after her, wondering what the hell she was talking about, but you shook it off.

Those two were weirdos.

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2.

"So, (Y/L/N), what's your soulmark?" one of your friends asked, and you sighed.

"It's nothing all that impressive," you lied, flipping the page of the textbook you were skimming through.

"But what is it?" she persisted.

"A pain in my ass," you muttered, touching your shoulder lightly again.

"(Y/L/N)-kun," one of your classmates said, "one of the basketball boys is waiting for you outside."

"Thanks," you replied, gathering your stuff up.

You were a back-up manager for when Momoi was away watching other teams play.

You were surprised to find Aomine leaning up against the doorframe, practice clothes on.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey yourself. Are you actually going to practice again?" you asked, hauling your bag over your shoulder, wincing at the weight.

He made a small noise, which made you think that that was his version of a yes.

"Why don't you show off your mark?" Aomine asked.

"Why don't you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Soulmates are bullshit," he muttered. "I don't like being told what to do. I hate being told who to love even more."

"My soulmate doesn't want me," you admitted after a moment of walking, readjusting your bag on your shoulders. "No point in showing off something that symbolizes someone who hates that I even exist."

Aomine paused, running his eyes over you again, and you glanced back at him.

"What?"

He didn't answer, he just stood there watching you. He had been doing that a lot, and you were a little worried about it.

"Are you coming or what?" you asked, heading for the gym.

He followed behind you, eyes boring into your back.

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3.

"What's your soulmark?" Aomine asked.

You had gone to the roof to tell him to get his ass to practice. He had been coming more and more often, but he had been staring at you for most of it, despite urging from both you and Momoi to actually practice.

"Nothing important, not like you practicing," you deflected, standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

"Snippy," he quipped. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Perv," you muttered. "And I've already seen your mark."

"Yours is on your shoulders, right?" he asked. "You keep touching them whenever someone brings them up."

"Yeah, it's a pretty big one," you admitted, reaching to touch your shoulder absentmindedly before you registered that you were doing it. You dropped your hands to your sides again, frowning.

Despite the fact that you already knew your soulmate, and how he felt about the whole thing, the mark was still comforting to a degree.

Aomine was still watching you, he had been doing it a lot, though you weren't entirely sure why. Every time he did, it jump started your heart, making you wonder if he knew.

He made a small noise, then dragged himself to his feet.

"Gotta go to practice," he mumbled, bumping shoulders with you as he headed down to the gym.

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4.

Aomine started appearing more and more after that. He wasn't following you exactly, but it was almost like your schedules had overlapped.

Then you had gotten assigned to do a group project together.

"Nice place," he muttered when he walked through the door into your home.

"Thanks," you said, shutting the door. "I'm telling you this right now, Aomine, I am not doing this entire project by myself, and if I do end up doing it by myself, you are not getting your name put on this. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," he muttered. "Do you have any bread?"

"What?" you asked, then you remembered his weird carb obsession. "Uh, yeah, just . . . give me a minute," you said, setting your things down on the couch before you headed into the kitchen.

Snacks were something you could do.

You got him a drink too, and when you set a plate and a drink down in front of him, he glanced up at you appreciatively.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem," you told him, sitting beside him on the couch.

"What are we doing the project on?" he asked.

"I have no idea," you muttered. "It would be easy to do a keynote or something, but there are going to be so many people doing that."

You pulled the project requirements out of your bag, your eyes flitting over it.

"What if we did like a . . . a soulmark examination?" you asked. "We were reading a book about how people think soulmarks mean something to the pair that share it instead of simply being an indicator, right? All we would have to do it take a picture of one of our soulmarks and make up some sort of metaphorical bullshit and make it look pretty when we present it."

"We should do yours," Aomine immediately suggested.

"Why mine?" you asked, panic starting to float into your veins.

"Because I want to know what it is," he replied, grinning at you.

"How about we do yours? You have your own fan club and I'm sure they'd be ecstatic to know what it is. Besides, yours is easier to do than mine," you told him.

"How so?"

"Mine is across my back," you informed him. "That means that I would have to take off my shirt and my bra for us to get a picture, and there are so many things that could go wrong with that. Besides, it's not like anyone in the class hasn't seen your back already, it's not new information."

"Fair enough," Aomine said. "But, when I get fakers pretending to be my soulmate, you have to be the one to fight them off."

"Deal," you said, holding your hand out to him.

He took it, shaking it firmly once, before he tugged his shirt over his head.

"Let's get this over with," he muttered, curling his shoulders forward so that you could get a clear picture of the black panther lounging across his shoulders like it was a tree branch.

You snapped a couple photos from different angles, and resisted the urge to touch it.

It was the same as yours, and you wondered vaguely if you had ever found your tattoo as beautiful as you found Aomine's.

"We good?" Aomine asked.

"Yeah, we're good," you croaked, then cleared your throat as he pulled his shirt over his head again.

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5.

Your project had gotten a great grade, and you were both proud of it, but now Aomine seemed to be hellbent on figuring out what your mark was.

"Just show me!" he'd whined.

He'd been up on the roof again, and you had been charged with getting him off the roof and down to practice.

"No, Aomine. Now get off your ass and get down to practice," you told him, arms crossed.

You had been in this position for the past couple of weeks, and it was almost routine now.

"I won't even be a dick about it," he had promised you, his eyes looking almost sincere as he pleaded with you. Almost.

Aomine, you had learned, had adopted you as a friend, in the last few weeks of being stuck around him.

You and Momoi had started walking to class together, and Aomine had started trailing behind like a lazy guard dog, much to the chagrin of Momoi's many suitors.

"He really likes you," Momoi said one morning.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, chuckling.

"He hasn't liked someone like this in a while," Momoi told you. "He's a long time basketball junkie, so seeing him take an interest in someone that doesn't have much of a connection to the game is a relief to me."

"Momoi, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't profile me," you told her, giving her a small smile.

"I can't help it," she whined, taking a hold of your arm. "You have to tell him (Y/F/N)!"

"Sorry Momoi-san, I can't do that," you replied. "He doesn't want that."

"How do you know if you won't tell him?" she asked, pouting.

"Momoi-san, he's made his stance on soulmates exceedingly clear, and he likes me now because he doesn't know. I want it to stay that way. I'd rather be a friend than anything else. Besides, he doesn't like me like that," you informed her.

"I've been friends with him since we were kids," she said, glancing at you with those eyes. "I think I know when he's interested in a girl."

You snorted, but your conversation tapered off when Aomine joined you again.

"Seriously, what the hell is your soulmark?" Aomine demanded. "I have asked literally everyone I can think of that might know. No one in this entire fucking school seems to know what it is."

"Sorry Aomine," you said, slipping into your classroom, throwing a grin over your shoulder at him. "A girl needs to keep her secrets, besides, you aren't the only one with a soulmark thing."

His growl resonated into the classroom and you chuckled lightly as you sat down at your desk.

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+1

Of course, the one time the teams tries to do some team bonding they chose to go to the fucking beach.

Of course, Aomine had also been the one to suggest the beach. The others thought it was because he wanted to see girls in bikini's, but he had glanced at you and winked.

He wanted to see what your mark was.

"I hate you," you snarled, cornering him, before he left for his house. "You scheming son of a bitch."

"Such vulgar words," he teased, giving you a dark look. "And I have no idea what I could've done to make you hate me, baby girl."

"You know exactly what you did," you growled, ignoring the pet name. "The whole beach thing was your idea."

He grinned, and you suddenly understood why your mark was a panther.

Something flashed through you, and your let your own grin show through.

"You want to play games Aomine-kun?" you teased, keeping eye contact with him. "Fine, then let's play."

"What do I get if I win?" he asked.

"You'll have to choose that for yourself, if you win," you told him, storming out of the doors.

When the day came to go to the beach, nothing was out of the ordinary, save that the boys had decided that one of them had to be with you and Momoi at all times.

"You guys don't need to babysit us," you chided when you climbed onto the bus. "We tend to stick together anyway, and pervs, unless they're in groups, tend to pick the girl that splits away from the pack. Momoi-san and I can stick together and reduce the risk. This is more for you guys than it is for us anyway."

"Yeah, we don't need a guard dog," Momoi agreed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'll stay with them," Aomine offered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and Momoi's, and you rolled your eyes.

"You just want to know what my soulmark is," you told him, glancing up at him.

"Wait," Sakurai murmured, "even Aomine doesn't know what your soulmark is?"

"Nope," you said, popping the 'p'. "He's been trying to figure it out for weeks now. That's why he suggested going to the beach."

"You clever son of a bitch," the captain said, and you shrugged.

"He and I have a small little wager going," you admitted, shrugging his arm off your shoulders. "If I can keep my soulmark hidden from him for the whole day today, he drops it."

"And if he wins?"

"She's being cryptic about that," Aomine said, and his eye twitched lightly.

"If he sees it, he can decide what he gets for winning," you told them. "He'll understand if he sees it."

And so the game began.

"Are you going swimming, (Y/F/N)?" Momoi asked you.

"Are you?" you asked her.

"No, I want to work on my tan," she admitted, waving a small bottle of tanning lotion.

"Then I'll stay with you. I have some reading I need to catch up on anyway. Besides, I want the sunscreen to sink in, I burn easily," you admitted, having applied it as soon as you got to the beach.

You were wearing a one-piece bathing suit (since it was harder for something to happen with one on), but you had thrown a thin white crop top on over it to cover your shoulders.

After Momoi asked you to get her back, you settled onto your towel, pulling your assigned literature book out of your bag, finding your page.

"Seriously, why don't you just show us what the damn thing is?" Aomine asked, settling down next to you forcefully.

"Because it's a part of my body, meaning I can show it off when I want, or cover it up when I want. Besides, I told you earlier, my soulmate doesn't want me," you said, flipping your page leisurely. "Don't need them hating me more than they already do without knowing my identity."

Aomine was clearly displeased, but it wasn't like he could argue with you about it, soulmarks were a very personal thing to some people.

"You're at the beach," he began a few minutes later, tone incredulous, "and you're reading a book. What is wrong with you?"

"A lot, which issue are you referring to?" you asked nonchalantly before he scowled at you. "I don't feel like going into the water," you told him, glaring at him over your sunglasses. "I have work to do, and this is a good time to catch up on it. Besides, shouldn't you be with the rest of the team? This was for you guys."

Aomine scowled, but stood up, heading for where the team was playing a game of beach volleyball. Or, they were attempting, none of them seemed to be having much luck with it.

"You know, not very many people can keep Dai-chan at bay as much as you're able to," Momoi said, making you snort.

"You just have to know how to deal with it. You can do it."

"But not for long, and not once he makes up his mind about something. You've kept him at bay for months, I've never been able to do that. My top score is a week."

"Does it bother you?" you asked quietly.

"No, not at all," she said, a little too quickly. "Okay, well, it bothers me a little. I've known him since we were kids, and you can handle him better than I can just after a few months, but I know why."

"Honestly Momoi, I don't think it's because we're soulmates, because he doesn't know. I think it's just I refuse to let him win at all."

"You two are definitely two of the most stubborn people I have ever met," she agreed, rolling over onto her stomach.

"I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or not," you muttered.

Momoi giggled and you smiled. It was nice, hanging out with her. It was nice to have a female friend.

"I'm a little peckish, do you want a pretzel or something from the concessions thing?" you asked, gesturing to the snack shack type thing that they had set up a few meters away.

"No, I'm all set, thank you though," she said.

"Alright, just thought I'd ask," you told her, standing up, wiping sand off your legs as you headed over with your wallet.

You dodged a pair of kids that looked like twins, who were trying to splash each other with water, and you laughed as one of them tackled the other.

"Idiot, you can't just wander off," Aomine chided as he sidled up next to you.

"I didn't," you pointed out. "I told Momoi where I was going."

Aomine frowned, glaring at a guy that stepped too close for his comfort.

"The point of this trip was so that the team could bond," you told him, "so that means that you should be over there with the team."

"You're a part of the team too right?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Technically, yes, but I'm talking about the part of the team that plays on the court. I just tend to make sure that your ass shows up."

You glanced at Aomine, who was frowning.

"Out with it," you demanded, glancing around as you walked to make sure neither of you bumped into anyone.

"Does your mark make you uncomfortable?" he asked, carefully choosing his words.

"No," you admitted. "It's comforting actually, but there's no point in showing it off. Besides, it makes my back really hot when I'm out in the sun. That makes me uncomfortable."

You placed your order, which consisted of a fruity drink on ice and a small snack that would hold you over until lunch.

"What have you eaten today?" he asked.

"Nothing. I had coffee this morning and then left the house. I don't normally eat breakfast," you told Aomine.

"How are you alive?"

"Have you taken health classes?"

"Not what I meant, asshole," he snapped. "You're gonna run yourself into the ground."

"Aomine, I'm fine," you assured him. "Besides, I'm drinking plenty of fluids."

He frowned, but he seemed to realize it was useless to argue with you about it.

"Go back to the team, Aomine, I'm fine," you told him, shoving him towards where the boys were sitting in the sand.

You tossed your snack wrapper in a garbage can that was placed strategically, glad for the little bit of food in your stomach.

But then the kids ran by again, and one of them got you instead of their brother.

"Sorry!" he called, darting away.

Normally you wouldn't have minded, the water felt nice against your skin, but you knew that your cover-up would start to be see through, and with the breeze blowing off the water, it was sticking to your back.

You sighed, slipping it over your head as you headed for your towel.

After drying your shoulders off, you set your shirt out to dry, then began rooting around in your bag for your backup, before remembering that you had forgotten to put it in your bag before you left.

"Fuck," you muttered, glancing at where Aomine and the other boys were chatting.

You supposed that it was fine for now, but you would have to be careful if they came back over.

"Momoi, please, for the sake of our friendship, you can't say anything to the boys about this," you said when she looked over and saw your back.

"Why are you so worried about him finding out?" she asked, carefully running a hand over your back, tracing the lines of the mark.

"Because, he might be a dick, but he's a friend, and I don't want to lose that friendship because of some dumb cosmic presence that decided we were meant for one another."

"Do you love him?" she inquired.

You licked your lips, then pursed them.

"Do you love him?" she repeated.

You waited for a few moments before you confessed, "I might. Whether it's love or a crush, I can't say for sure."

She sucked in a breath.

"What?" you asked.

"You know that he likes you back, right?" she asked quietly. "You know that it has nothing to do with the Mark. It's not like he's seen it and knows that you're the woman he's going to marry."

"He'll hate me if he finds out."

"No, he won't."

"I think he will."

"How long are you going to keep this from him?" she demanded. "He at least deserves to know that you're an option!"

"I'll wait until he's married if I have to," you snapped, making her rear back. "Satsuki, in the end, this is my choice to make, and I've made it. He can't know."

"It's his decision too," she reminded you. "This isn't a one way street!"

"Right now, it is," you snarled. Then you softened your tone. "If I'm ever put in a situation where he finds out, I will let him make his own decision, but right now, it's my decision, the ball is in my court so to speak, and this is the move I'm making."

"I think it's the wrong move," she whispered.

"Luckily, it's not your move to make," you replied. "I don't mean to be cruel, Satsuki. I want him to be happy. I just don't think that he'd be happy with . . . me."

"How are you so sure?" she demanded, looking close to tears. "How are you so sure that knowing you're his soulmate would make him miserable? Why can't you accept the possibility that maybe him knowing would make him love you even more?"

You remembered all the times he had raved to you about how soulmates were bullshit. You remembered every vehement denial that he wanted to know who his soulmate was. Every venomous word and the pure hatred in his eyes.

If he looked like that just because of the idea, how would he react to the real thing? Something physical he could take his anger out on?

You highly doubted that Aomine would ever physically hurt you, but the idea still sent a shiver up your spine, despite the warm weather.

"Call it a gut feeling," you murmured, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"I just want you both to be happy," she whispered.

"I can't speak for him," you told her, "but I'm content with the way things are right now."

"Content and happy aren't always the same thing," she argued.

Something in your eyes must've told her that you weren't in the mood, because she sighed, going back to her tanning.

You laid on your back, trying to think of ways to hide the mark, but it took up the entire expanse of your shoulder blades, there was no way to hide it unless it was completely covered with a shirt or you laid on it.

"Momoi-san, (Y/L/N)-san, do you wanna come play two truths and a lie with us?" Sakurai asked.

"Sure, I would love to," Momoi said.

"What about you?"

You paused, thinking it over, before you grabbed your shirt, throwing it over your head after beating most of the sand out of it, making sure that no one saw it.

It wouldn't do much, you didn't think, but it would make you feel better all the same.

"Okay," you murmured, wandering over to fit in the circle with the boys.

They had decided that the person to their right was going to have to guess which was the lie, and you despaired to find that Aomine was on your right.

"Since the girls have now decided to join, new score," the captain said and you winced.

"Ladies first," Aomine said, giving you one of those glances that made you want to kiss him and punch him at the same time.

You decided to find a good compromise and you pinched his arm, hard.

"Okay," you murmured, trying to think. "One: when I was six, I popped my elbow out of my socket throwing a tantrum. Two: I have more than five dresses in my closet. Three: my music selection has a disturbing amount of love songs."

The others started whispering amongst themselves, and Aomine squinted at you.

"Number two has to be the lie. I've seen your music selection, and you mentioned the arm injury when you first became the manager," Aomine declared confidently.

"Wrong," you told him, grinning. "I have six dresses in my closet. I wasn't throwing a tantrum when I popped my elbow out of my socket. I fell off the monkey bars at the park."

Aomine glowered at you, and you laughed.

"You're just shitty at paying attention."

The boys were surprisingly bad at this game, either that or you were just good at guessing when someone was lying.

"One: I hate cherry lip gloss. Two: I can play the guitar. Three: I've never had a celebrity crush."

"Every girl has a celebrity crush," Aomine muttered, but then glanced back at you, frowning. "I say one is the lie."

"Nope! I can't play the guitar. I was taking lessons until I was eleven but I can't remember any of it."

"Wow, despite how much time you guys spend together, you really don't know much about her, do you Aomine?"

"Shut up," he mumbled, cheeks flushing.

Momoi, who was situated on your left, seemed to be very concerned with how good you were at guessing hers.

"That's the sixth one in a row that you've guessed right!" Satsuki cried, and you laughed.

"Sorry Momoi-san, but you're just very transparent and I'm too competitive to lose."

Aomine hadn't managed to guess any of yours, and you could feel him simmering beside you.

"Alright, since Aomine sucks at this, and (Y/F/N) is simply too good, let's change it up a little."

Suddenly, they were all going against you.

"I take it back, we all suck at this," Imayoshi muttered a few rounds later when they had yet to get one right.

"Sorry guys, I'm just good at hiding things," you said. "Remember, I've been hiding my soulmark from you all since the beginning of the year."

"That's it!" Satsuki cried, pointing at you, making you jerk towards Aomine to get away from her. "If we can get one right, just one, then you have to show us your soulmark!"

You wanted to decline, you wanted to act your way out of it, you knew what would happen if you lost, but that glint in her eyes made you want to prove her wrong.

"Deal," you told her.

"Okay, think about your answers carefully," Aomine said.

"Shouldn't they be saying that to you?" you asked him as you thought of something to say.

After listening to the ocean for a moment, you said, "One: I sleep like a baby during thunderstorms. Two: snapping turtles scare me to death. Three: I have a college age reading level."

Everyone started deliberating, and you smiled, leaning back, soaking in the sun.

"We have an answer," Imayoshi said, and you cracked open an eye.

"Shoot," you told them, sitting up.

"It's number two," he said.

The blood drained from your face.

You knew that they had taken a wild guess, but you hadn't expected them to get it right.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and nodded, not trusting your voice.

You took another steadying breath as you stood up, brushing yourself off, trying to control the shaking in your hands that was slowly spreading up your arms.

You vaguely heard Imayoshi telling you that you didn't have to, that you had the right to say no.

You wanted to take the out he was giving you. You wanted to act your way out of it, you wanted to try and run, and you wanted to tell them that you backed out but . . . .

But you had been keeping this to yourself for a very long time. And you wanted to know sooner rather than later whether Satsuki was right or not. You wanted to know whether this was as terrible as your mind was making it out to be.

You got a firm grip on your shirt, and you were about to lift it off, but suddenly Aomine was in front of you, his hands covering yours as he stared you down.

His eyes were boring into yours, and his hands were firm, but gentle, in their grip.

He was telling you that you didn't have to, that as much as he pried, he wasn't going to let you feel pressured into doing this.

You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before you shook your head, lips pressed together in a hard line.

"You deserve to know," you whispered, barely able to keep your voice from shaking.

Aomine nodded, slowly moving his hands, before he settled back down where he had been.

You took one last, steadying breath, turning your back to your team.

You tugged the shirt over your head, pulling the straps of your suit to the side so that they could see the expanse of the mark across your back.

Your entire team was silent as they realized what they were seeing.

"Holy shit," someone breathed, though you weren't sure who it was.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, though you weren't entirely sure who you were apologizing to.

Momoi was suddenly in front of you, pulling the straps of your bathing suit back up.

"(Y/F/N), you're shaking," she murmured.

"I know," you told her.

"He's gone," she informed you, and you collapsed into the sand, letting out a shaky breath you hadn't known you were holding.

"How pissed with me is he?" you asked her.

"I-I don't know," she confessed. "I've . . . I've never not been able to read him. He . . . he was completely blank. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," you murmured, staring at the sand in front of you. "I should have taken the out. I should have stayed home. I knew what he was trying to do. I knew that you wanted me to tell him. I knew how he would react. And a small, foolish part of me dared to hope that I was wrong. A small, naive, stupid, masochistic part of me believed that it wouldn't matter. I should know by now that I'm rarely wrong about this kind of thing."

"But I know him!" Satsuki said, looking close to tears. "I know how he looks at you! I see the little things! I don't why he . . . ."

"Don't worry about it Satsuki," you told her, standing up, turning to your team. "Sorry guys."

You headed for your spot, gathering up your things, making sure that you had everything that you had come with, just to give yourself something to focus on.

"Are you going to be okay?" Sakurai asked.

You saw that the whole team, save one member, was standing there in various states of shock, anger, and something akin to pity.

"I knew it would happen eventually," you murmured, then told them, "I'll survive. I'll be myself at practice on Monday, promise. Have a good rest of your weekend guys."

You dug your phone out of your pocket when you were far enough away from the team.

"Hello?"

"Taiga, hey, can you come pick me up?" you asked. "Something went down with Aomine."

"I'm on my way," he said. "Hold tight. Wait, where are you?"

You sent him your location, heading for the parking lot.

By the time Kagami actually found you, you were pretty sure you had cried yourself out.

You didn't remember crying, but Kagami had taken one look at you and wiped at your cheeks.

You had gone with Aomine when he had challenged Kagami at the street court, and you had stayed in touch with the red-head slowly becoming friends with each other.

He knew about your mark as well, though he had promised to keep it to himself. He hadn't told Kuroko either, which surprised you.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"He knows," you admitted, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders. "He saw it."

As you explained what happened, Kagami got quieter and quieter, and when you glanced at his face, you were surprised to see a serious amount of anger on his face.

"Taiga?" you asked quietly.

"I'll murder him," Kagami growled. "He's such a fuckin'-!"

"You don't have to murder him," you told the red-head, who looked shocked at your response.

"But-!"

"No, I knew it was going to happen. I knew that I would lose him, I was just trying to hold on for a little longer. He hasn't done anything wrong," you said. "I guess that means that I don't have to hide it anymore."

"He's an idiot," Kagami declared.

"I already knew that though."

"Did he even explain himself to you?"

"No. But he doesn't need to. I already know that he doesn't want me. I knew when he started pawing around about my mark. I knew, but I didn't stop him. I led myself to this point."

"Stop taking responsibility for him being a dick!" Kagami snapped. "Do you realize how many people would kill to have you as a soulmate? Or to have one like you?"

"That's not the point!" you told him. "The point is that the one person I want to want me as a soulmate, doesn't. And there's nothing I can do to fix that! Because he seemed to like me just fine thinking I wasn't anything special to him, but the moment fate steps in, I'm fucked. So unless there's a way to pretend like this mark isn't a permanent reminder that the guy that's supposed to be perfect for me, hates my guts, then I guess this is my life now!"

"Kuroko is so much better at this than I am," Kagami muttered to himself. "Look, have you tried calling him?"

"He made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to do with me."

"Try it anyway."

"I think I'm good. My heart's been broken enough today, thanks."

"Seriously, this is fucking insane," Kagami stressed, opening a door for you. "From what I've seen, your the one person he actually listens to and hears."

"Because he didn't know what I was! I took advantage of that, and now I'm paying the price for it. I should have just told him and dealt with the consequences when I didn't want him! Now it hurts that much more and I have to watch us go back to being strangers. Maybe I should just transfer."

"Um, (Y/F/N)," Kagami said, tapping your shoulder.

"No, I'm serious! Why torture the team with our angst when I can just move schools? There are plenty in the area. Maybe I could move to Seirin. My parents-"

"(Y/F/N)!" he hissed, turning your head to look at something.

"Fuck," you muttered, locking eyes with Aomine, who had his hands thrown up like he had been using them to make a point to Kuroko, who was glancing back and forth between the two of you.

Kagami dropped his hands from your face and you took the opportunity.

You turned and bolted from the Seirin gym.

You should have been paying attention. You should have made Kagami take you home, you should've asked where you were going before.

Multiple people shouted after you, but you ignored them.

You had to get away from him, you had to make sure that he didn't think you were trying to-

Do what?

You slowed down with a sudden realization. If your life had been a cartoon there would've been breaking sound effects and skid marks behind you.

Why should you care what he thought when you had walked into that gym? He didn't care anymore, not now that he knew what you were, why should you?

Fuck what he thought!

If he wanted to let you go, who gave a fuck what it seemed like? You were friends with Kagami, and by default, Kuroko.

How were you supposed to know that he would go to Kuroko after this sort of thing?

Was it really that weird, that wrong, for you to do what you had just done?

You took a deep breath, letting yourself relax. You were probably over thinking things yet again.

A street court caught your eye and you stared at it for a few moments before heading over.

Someone had left a ball there, whether from pure forgetfulness, or a trust in humanity that someone wouldn't take it.

You pushed on it, checking the air, before you dribbled it around.

You could have gotten on a team if you had wanted, but after middle school, you had had enough of the inter-team drama, and had decided to give it up. So you had managed the boys team to be close to the sport without having to deal with a lot of the drama.

You practiced with them sometimes, when Momoi was managing and you had nothing better to be doing.

You made a few lay-ups, a few foul shots, and moved onto half court shots, soaking in the sound of the ball falling through the net.

The heat of the day was soaking through your t-shirt, soaking into the mark, and you touched it lightly, wondering what you were going to do on Monday.

You had promised the team that you would be back to normal, but would you be able to fake being okay well enough to fool them? How much would it take to fool Aomine into thinking that you were okay?

"Why him?" you asked yourself, tilting your face up to the sun. "Why did it have to be him? It could have been literally anyone else, and you chose the one guy that would never be able to love me for what I am, for what we are."

A breeze rustled the trees around you and you breathed it in, moving to leave when you caught sight of him standing in the entrance of the court.

"Shit," you muttered, looking for another way out. There was no chance that he hadn't seen you, even Aomine wasn't that much of an idiot, but you were seriously considering climbing the fence to get away when he spoke.

"I'm sorry," he started.

"No, stop, I don't want your apology," you told him, wrapping your arms around yourself, not able to look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for. I knew when I made that damn deal that I was risking our friendship, I was just tired of having to hide the damn thing. You of all people realize how much of a pain in the ass it is to cover up. And now that I think about it, it's probably better that this happened now. I can't imagine how badly it would've been if I had gotten even closer to you.

"Besides, now you're free to make your own decision. Satsuki got what she wanted in the end. Go figure, I guess. Anyway, you don't have to worry about it. You won't have to worry about me doing anything now that you know. And I already told you that if you won you would get to decide what you got for winning. You won't have to deal with me after this, I promise. I'll disappear since that's what you want."

"So when you told me I got to choose, you were basically telling me that I could choose whether I wanted you or not?"

"Yeah, pretty much, and I shouldn't've. I already knew which one you were going to choose, I was just being naive."

"That's not how it works dumbass," Aomine said.

You screwed your eyes shut, turning your head away from him.

"I know," you whispered. "Why are you even here?"

"I was looking for you, obviously," he grumbled.

"Why? I already know that you don't want this, you made that abundantly clear with your stories and reactions to me at the beach. What are you trying to do here, Aomine?"

"Trying to tell you that I like you," he stated. "But you keep trying to push me away."

"Huh?" Your eyes flew open at the words, and you stared at him.

"Idiot," he murmured, walking over.

You backed up, trying to keep the distance but he backed you against the fence.

"Do you want me to be honest with you?" he asked softly.

You nodded, wondering what the hell he was doing.

"I might be in love with you, and not because you're my soulmate," he said, which made you cock your head in confusion.

"But . . . all that stuff you said about hating soulmates and not wanting to meet yours . . . ."

"I didn't think you were my soulmate moron," he murmured, reaching out to toy with your hair. "I'm okay with it being you. I'm grateful for it actually."

The look on your face must've said it all because he sighed.

"You should've told me sooner," he told you. "I want to go out with you. No secrets, no lies, no weird games where I'm trying to get you to take your clothes off."

"You had me until that last one," you muttered, taking the hand that was playing with your hair.

He laced your fingers together before you could take your hand away.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he told you, wrapping his other arm around your waist. "So what do you say? Go out with me?"

You watched his face as much as you could in the crappy lighting, waiting for any sign that he was joking, waiting for him to yell 'Psych!' and walk away.

But his arm stayed wrapped around your waist, and he seemed too busy watching you to question what was taking you so long.

"If I say yes, am I going to be the laughing stock of the school?" you asked.

"No, I may be a dick, but I'm not that mean," Aomine told you.

"Okay," you whispered. "Yeah, I'll go out with you."

The smile Aomine gave you could've lit the whole court.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I hope you realize that Kagami and Tetsu think we're both crazy now," Aomine said.

"They already knew," you told him, wrapping an arm around his neck. "You have to be crazy to put up with the both of them."

Aomine snorted, nudging your forehead with his.

"I'm sorry that I ran from you," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."

You waited, sensing that he had more to say, he was just gathering his thoughts.

"I don't know what I was thinking," he muttered. "I just had to get away from my own stupidity I guess. I should have guessed that I was your soulmate. You were so on edge whenever I brought it up, but when someone else brought it up it was more like you were sick of the questions. I know you enough to know that if you reacted differently to me that it was because of me. I just . . . I acted on instinct."

"You don't have to explain anything to me Aomine," you told him, burying a hand in his hair. It was softer than you had thought it would be.

"No, you deserve an explanation. I am the whole reason you're even at Seirin."

"I was at Seirin because I wanted to talk to Kagami and that was where we ended up. We could have just as easily gone to his place or to mine."

"Tetsu's been trying for years to get me into the whole 'soulmate' thing, so he was the first person I thought of that could me explain what the fuck was going on. I wasn't upset that it was you, I was upset because you hid it from me and that you thought I was going to flip out about it. I mean, I did, but just not the way you expected."

"I figured you would yell at me, maybe push me around a little bit," you confessed. "I didn't think you were going to run like your ass was on fire to go talk to Kuroko."

"I wouldn't hurt you, for multiple reasons, the main one being I like you."

"I know, but the mind is a strange thing, and mine has a tendency to think worst case scenario first."

He hummed, and you saw the tension melt from his shoulders.

"Come on, let's get out of here," you told him. "Maybe you could go practice with Taiga and Kuroko."

"I want bread, we should go to a coffee shop or something," he suggested.

"Actually, yeah, that's a better idea," you agreed. "I really don't feel like explaining to Seirin what this whole thing was about. I'll call Taiga and explain, how about you call Momoi-san and tell her that everything's okay, 'cause she was really worried when I left."

"Yeah, I got it," he murmured, digging his phone out of his pocket, but he didn't unwrap his arm from around your waist.

"Hey, Taiga," you said when he picked up his phone.

"Where the hell are you, idiot?" Kagami asked.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you even more. Everything's fine now. Aomine kinda cornered me in a street ball court."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, we worked things out. You don't have to worry about it, I promise. We're gonna go to a coffee shop somewhere nearby. I'll call you when I get home so that you know that I got back safely."

"Alright, but if he starts being a dick again, just give me a call."

"I will, thanks for everything Taiga," you told him, ending the call.

It wasn't really explaining things, but you could always tell him about it later, which you were probably going to have to do.

"-fine, Satsuki," Aomine was saying, looking exasperated. "She wants to talk to you."

"Hi Momoi-san," you said when he handed you his phone.

"(Y/F/N)! Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Momoi-san, breathe," you ordered, laughing. "I'm fine. Aomine and I worked things out, I promise."

"Are you dating? Because if you aren't then that's not working things out!" she cried.

"Momoi-san, we worked things out," you assured her.

"So you're dating then?"

You pursed your lips and glanced at Aomine.

"You'll find out soon enough I suppose," you told her, hanging up before she could say anything else to you.

"I think she likes you more than she likes me," he said, and you could hear the repressed pout.

"Nah, you'll always be Dai-chan to her," you told him. "You're her best friend, I just happen to be someone she needs to like because of my affiliation with you."

"You make it sound like this is some sort of business thing," Aomine whined, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"I'm not used to you liking me, Aomine, you're going to have to let me adjust to this. I have been deliberately avoiding the fact that I like you all year."

"Fair enough," he muttered. "But don't expect me to be all conservative about this."

"What's this?" you asked him.

"Us, the fact that you agreed to go out with me."

"I retain all rights to pretend like I don't know you if you get too dramatic," you warned him, which made him scoff, like he wasn't expecting you to go through with it.

"Bold of you to assume that I'm joking," you said, letting his arm slip off your shoulders and he paused.

"You can't be serious," he muttered.

You kept walking.

"(Y/F/N)? You aren't serious right?" he called after you, slight panic in his voice when you didn't turn around.

"Right?" he asked.

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One-shot for Gruvia Day/Greige Day/Gruvia Family Day 2021

Summary: Coming home from a mission is always better when there's someone waiting for you.

Word Count: 2,483 words

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“Mommy, we’re back!”

Looking for her blue head of hair had become second nature to him, so he quickly spotted her among their friends as she stood up to gather the running Greige into her arms. He followed right after, though a lot calmer.

“I finished my mission with Daddy!” the four-year-old boy with dark blue hair exclaimed as he reached his mom, still a little breathless from running. “I made big blocks of ice for the party, and Daddy crushed them to make snow cones for everyone!”

Greige prattled on excitedly, demonstrating each point with his hands and arms and making Juvia smile. Arriving at her side, Gray put his arm around his wife’s shoulders and kissed her temple. She embraced him back, giving him a quick squeeze before letting go and turning back to their son.

Gray chuckled. It seemed like ages ago when Juvia would welcome him with a half-hug, half-tackle to the ground while shouting, “Gray-samaaaaa!” Now, all her attention was on their son.

“That’s great, darling,” Juvia told Greige as they all sat side by side, with both of her boys on either side of her. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Gray rolled his eyes. It was so like Juvia to get worried over a simple mission of making ice sculptures and snow cones for kids at a birthday party, even though she was the one to spot it on the job board.

At first, she got really excited as she saw it as an opportunity for family bonding. But with her six-month pregnant belly, Gray wouldn’t risk it even if it was just an easy and harmless mission.

It ended up being a father and son bonding with his little ice mage apprentice.

“Relax, Juvia. As if I would let something happen to our son,” Gray answered after taking a gulp of the ice-cold water waiting for him at the table. Mira passed by and set a hot bowl of udon in front of him, giving him a light pat on the back.

“Of course you won’t, Gray-sama,” his wife answered with a smile. “But Juvia will always worry for you two. It’s just the way it is.”

She turned to Greige and held his elbow to pull him closer but was surprised when he yelped in pain.

“Greige-kun? What’s the matter? Where does it hurt?” Juvia asked in a concerned voice, trying to look for any bruise or cut on his son’s well-covered body.

Gray also turned to look at him with worry. “Did you get injured, buddy?”

“N-nothing. I’m okay, Mom,” Greige answered, squirming from Juvia’s fussing and a bit embarrassed about his outburst.

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, young man,” Juvia said in her stern mommy voice that meant business. She rarely used it to both Gray and Greige, so both of them knew better than to defy her in any way when she was in one of her moods.

And being pregnant, those mood swings escalated tenfold.

Greige let Juvia remove his outer coat, allowing her to quickly spot the source of the problem: a scratch on his elbow. It wasn’t that deep or big, but it definitely should be cleaned, or else it would get infected.

Suddenly, Juvia snapped her head towards her husband and glared at him with her fierce blue eyes.

“Gray-sama! You said you won’t let anything happen to our son!”

Gray gulped and scratched the back of his head. All they did was make snow cones, how the hell did Greige get that?!

“Juvia, I swear, I didn’t let him out of my sight! I don’t even know where he got that,” he answered as he moved to Greige’s other side, examining the wound. “Besides, it’s just a small scratch. It’s no big deal.”

He immediately regretted his words the moment they came out of his mouth. He felt goosebumps prickling his skin as Juvia’s glare intensified.

Really, this woman means the world to him, but she could be scarier than Erza sometimes.

But before he could appease his wife, Greige said in a small voice, “This was from yesterday.”

Juvia turned to their son. “Yesterday? What happened? And why didn’t you say anything about it?”

With his head bowed, Greige mumbled something he couldn’t hear. Gray was about to ask him to speak louder when he saw him chance a glance at the pink-haired girl just three tables away from them...

And blush.

Holy Mavis.

He knew that look. He used to steal glances at Juvia with that look.

But his son was just four years old!

“What did you say, Greige?” Juvia’s voice broke through his thoughts (and internal panic), and he tried his best to focus on his son’s answer instead of his pink cheeks.

“I-I... scraped my elbow while Nasha and I were trying to hide from Aunt Lucy,” Greige answered, and Gray swore his son’s cheeks flushed some more.

Okay, he and Greige need to have a long talk when they get home. He was just four, but who knows what ideas and thoughts were running through his head now? Better nip it in the bud while it was still early.

And maybe he would tell Juvia tonight, but he had to be really careful because it might trigger the waterworks. And God knew how extremely sensitive she was, especially now that she was pregnant. Just last week, they ran out of milk, and she bawled her eyes out over it.

“Next time, be more careful, darling,” Juvia said, seemingly oblivious to what just happened and already arms-deep into her first aid kit.

Juvia had always been like that whenever he returned from a mission. She would have a first aid kit by her side and a glass of cold water and a serving of whatever the meal of the day was already ordered for him. At home, there would always be a feast.

He had to thank her failproof Gray-sama radar for always getting the timing of his arrival right.

She started dabbing alcohol on Greige’s wound while blowing at the spot to ease the pain. Greige flinched a little, but he put on a brave face while his mom cleaned his wound, his eyes traveling now and then to the nearby table where his bubbly friend was busy playing with her mom’s keys, unaware of his stolen glances.

That talk was definitely happening the moment they get home.

“All done!” Juvia exclaimed, lightly patting the band-aid she placed over the abrasion. “Now, for the finishing touches.”

She puckered her lips and lowered it to Greige’s elbow to kiss the boo-boo away, as she always did whenever her son injured himself. But just when her lips were a mere inch away, Greige saw Nasha looking at him with her big brown eyes, causing him to push his mom’s lips away from him.

“Ahh, stop it, Mom! I’m a big boy now!” Greige blurted, crimson cheeks and all.

Lisanna, who was delivering some drinks to a nearby table, smiled widely and ruffled Greige’s hair. "Aww, you are so cute, Greige-kun!" This made the boy even redder.

Surprised, Juvia locked eyes with Gray, and he tilted his head towards the table where his rival’s family was staying. She saw Nasha looking at Greige, and she looked at her husband and raised one of her eyebrows.

“Okay, Mommy understands,” she told Greige as she smiled at him and smoothed the band-aid on his elbow. “But promise me one thing, darling.”

Greige looked up at her and waited.

“Promise me that even though you’re a young man now, you won’t give Mommy a grandchild yet, okay? Mommy’s too young for that.”

Greige just continued looking at her, brows furrowed in confusion. Gray, on the other hand, almost choked on his udon and shouted, “Juvia!” at his giggling wife.

“Really, I can give Mommy a grandchild? How?” their son asked, excitement twinkling in his eyes.

Gray took a gulp of cold water before turning to his son. “Alright, that’s enough. Greige, don’t listen to your mom. And Juvia, stop putting ideas into your son’s head!”

Juvia covered her mouth with her hands. “Juvia’s sorry, Gray-sama. Juvia just thinks it’s so cute that Greige-kun already has a --”

“Greige?”

A little girl’s voice interrupted them, and they all turned to look at Nasha, who had quietly made her way to their table. Gray stole a glance at his son and saw him giving the girl the tiniest of smiles.

Just like the smile he used to give Juvia when he was still fighting his growing feelings for her.

All of a sudden, the innocent-looking girl jumped on Greige and locked his head under her arm, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Aunt Juvia, Uncle Gray, can Greige and I get some ice cream?”

“Ow! Let go!” Greige exclaimed, suddenly finding himself in a headlock with a giggling Nasha. He escaped her grip and glared at her while his mom answered, “Of course, sweetie. Just don’t go far and don’t take too long.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Nasha excitedly answered, dragging a sulking Greige after her. “Come on, weirdo. Let’s get some ice cream!”

“But I just ate a snow cone!”

“Whatever, you’re coming with me!”

Gray followed the two kids with his eyes, watching them hold hands as they made their way to their Aunt Mirajane.

That was his son, alright. Before long, he would be all grown up and meeting Nashas from different worlds and seeing snow dolls of Nasha and having enemies conjure up fantasies of him and Nasha in a perfect, happy world and --

“Relax, Gray-sama,” he heard his wife say, bringing him back to Earthland. “It will be a long time before all your thoughts would come true.”

His wife’s Gray-sama radar probably got an upgrade as it apparently developed mindreading powers now. And since when did his mind start running off to fantasy world? After all these years, Juvia’s powerful imagination must have rubbed off on him somehow.

Gray stretched his sore muscles and popped the joints in his neck. “Don’t joke about grandkids again. It’s scary.” He placed his hand at his wife’s round belly. “‘Sides, we’re not yet done having kids.”

Juvia looked at him, the most beautiful smile gracing her face. “Juvia knows. Now, get naked.”

“N-now?” Gray stammered, surprised at his wife’s sudden request. Sure, he would love to try having more kids, but --

“-- so Juvia could examine you thoroughly for any wounds. And change your bandages,” she continued, eyes feigning innocence. But he could see a small smile tugging at her lips, satisfied with the little joke she pulled.

Gray rolled his eyes and took off his shirt. He let Juvia’s light fingers explore his body and carefully remove the old gauze wrapped around his broad chest. “It’s almost healed already,” he remarked.

Juvia just continued applying antiseptic on his injury, not looking up at Gray. His wound was by no means fresh, but it was a deep gash he got from one of his missions with Team Natsu. He threw himself in front of a kid to protect her from one of the bandits, which earned him a cut over his breastbone. Good thing Wendy was with them; it could have been fatal if she didn’t treat it right away.

“Still not totally healed. Gray-sama should keep the bandages clean to avoid infection.” She looked up at him and added, “And Gray-sama should be extra careful now that our family is growing.”

Despite her steady tone, he could see her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. He remembered the first time she saw his injury and how she tried to muffle her sobs so that Greige wouldn’t think something was wrong.

Gray wiped the tears that escaped her eyes and kissed her forehead tenderly. “I will. And no matter what, I will always come back home to you.”

Juvia nodded and gave him a small smile. She wrapped fresh bandages around his chest in silence.

“All done now, Gray-sama.” She patted her handiwork and started putting all the stuff back inside the first aid kit. When she was done, she stood up and was about to return the kit to Mira when Gray thought aloud, “How come she does it for Greige but not for me?”

Juvia turned to look at him. “Are you saying something, Gray-sama?”

Gray looked at her sheepishly while scratching his cheek. “Ah, nothing.”

“Juvia’s sure she heard something about doing it for Greige but not for you. What is it?”

Gray’s cheeks turned pink. “Well, it’s just that...” He puckered his lips towards her.

“Eh?” Juvia asked incredulously. “Juvia’s not sure she understands what Gray-sama’s talking about.”

Gray sighed and picked up his shirt. “Forget it. It’s silly.”

Juvia sat beside him again, thinking aloud to herself. “Hmm. What does Juvia do with Greige that she doesn’t do with Gray-sama?” After a few moments, her face lit up. “Aha! Does Gray-sama want Juvia to kiss his boo-boos too?”

Gray’s face flushed some more, but he couldn’t help the smirk from crawling on his face. “Well, you used to do it, right? I’m just curious how come you don’t do it anymore.”

It was now Juvia’s turn to blush. She put her hand over her mouth and said, “Is Juvia hearing this right? Gray-sama wants Juvia to kiss his body right in the middle of the guild?”

Realizing what she was saying, Gray suddenly burst out, “What? No! I was just asking!”

But it was too late. Juvia’s lips were already pressed onto a scar by his collarbone.

“Does this still hurt, Gray-sama?” She then moved lower to his chest where the bandage started, and kissed it softly. “How about here, hmm?”

Gray froze as Juvia’s lips traveled even lower, now kissing his hard abs covered by his bandages. He clenched his fist as he could feel something else hardening.

“Is Gray-sama feeling better now?” Juvia asked in a sultry voice, looking up at him with those beguiling eyes, a tiny smirk on her luscious lips as if challenging him.

Oh, she was definitely teasing him.

But why did she have to look this sexy?

Around them, he could hear some of their guildmates snickering and hollering.

“Get a room!”

“They’re being lovey-dovey again.”

“Give your wife what she wants, Gray!”

He was flustered alright, but he only knew of one way to turn the tables on his wife.

He grabbed her shoulders and straightened her so that they were at eye level with each other.

“You missed a spot right here,” he said, pointing to his lips. But before she could react, he angled his head and kissed her full on the mouth.

That will teach her, he thought.

Amid all the teasing, gagging noises, and catcalls, a little boy eating his ice cream a few tables away yelled, “Eww, Daddy and Mommy are being gross again!”

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Happy Gruvia Family Day, loves! 😘