#so I didn’t carry it I just matched the energy unintentionally

[idontmindifuforgetme]

No bc let me tell you what happened

I was gonna go on a WHOLE rant ab how the boy I’m talking to is not making plans……. And then he texted me that he wants to see me

[sstormyskyess]

Tender Love and Care

author's note: aftercare is probably one of the cutest things in the world so i had to match up some classic types of aftercare with the boys

cw: fluff, implied off-screen sex, massages, cuddling, shared baths/showers

word count: 1200+

TF-141 x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [massages]

♡ Ghost is not a very handsy man and never has been; he keeps to himself 90% of the time and even with you the physical contact you share is minimal. It doesn’t bother you, of course, since it’s simply a part of the way he operates.

♡ However, after coming down from the sweet high that you brought each other to, he needs to be close to you. He gets so swept up in the pleasure that he needs something to ground him and having his hands all over you is the perfect solution.

Simon frowns at the quiet groan you let out while his hands massage your stomach, soothing the muscles underneath. “I didn’t go too hard, did I love?” You smile at his concern and hold his wrists, giving them a squeeze. “It’s okay, Si, just a little sore.” You assure him. He hums, still worried but trusting your words regardless.

You sigh happily as you feel Simon’s hands rubbing languid circles into the skin of your thighs, soothing over the bruises he left there unintentionally. His thumbs slowly move down to your calf and bring your ankle up to his lips, kissing it softly. A shiver goes up your spine at the way he stared you down, his eyes trailing down your body with adoration in his eyes.

He places your leg down gently, shifting his attention to your wrists, the anchor he used to hold you in place earlier. Carefully, he pulls you up by your arms and has you sit chest to chest, eyes locked onto your hands, massaging your palms with his thumbs. You watch him kiss each of your knuckles and whisper a quiet, “I love you.”

John “Soap” Mactavish [cuddling]

♡ This man. This man. Soap is absolutely addicted to cuddling, whether he’s the big spoon or small spoon, face-to-face with you, or laying on top of you and vice versa. It doesn’t matter how, he just needs to kiss your skin: cheeks, hands, chest—anything. He also loves it when you kiss the marks you made on each other, reminding him exactly where you paid the most attention to each other.

♡ He whispers sweet nothings to you and tells you how much fun he had and how good you felt and how good you were for him.

After wiping the both of you down with the cold, damp washcloth you’d put on the bedside table, Johnny has you cocooned in your favorite fluffy blanket, holding you close. He tucks your head under his chin and lets you play with the hair on his chest, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips when your fingers start to tickle him a bit. He holds you tight, hands around the small of your back and the back of your head.

You hum and start to wiggle out of his hold. “I gotta go pee really quick,” you mumble into the skin of his neck. A grumble fills his chest when you start moving away, his grip tightening. “Johnny, let go…” You whine, struggling in his hold. He frowns and shuffles to lay on top of you, pushing the air out of your chest with a little ‘oof.’

You worm your arms out from under him and try to pull him off, tugging on his shirt. “Get off!” You squeak, but all you get in return is even more pounds laying on your chest. He laughs and starts covering your face in kisses, a wordless attempt at keeping you right where you were. “Nope, you’re staying right here, dove.” He nuzzles his face against your shoulder.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [snacks/water]

♡ Often, Gaz has already gotten something for you both to drink and snack on while you’re laid up next to each other, watching whatever’s on the TV sitting on your dresser. He knows how much your evening activities can wear you out, so he always wants to replenish your energy before heading to bed.

♡ If he hasn’t prepared anything, he’ll pick you up and carry you to the kitchen with him to keep you close, not wanting to part with you for even a second. He’ll have you wrapped up in a blanket and sitting on the counter while he fills up a bottle with water and cuts up some fruit for the two of you to share.

Kyle’s eyes widen when you grab one of the grapes in his fruit bowl. “Hey!” He pouts while you giggle quietly, a smile on your face. Popping it into your mouth, you look up at Kyle who had his handsome face locked on you with stars in his eyes. You can’t help but bashfully laugh and look away, your cheeks warming under his adoring gaze.

His hand rested under the baggy t-shirt you’d stolen from him, fingers wrapped around your bare hip. You frown when a breath of cold air slips into the blankets when he reaches to the bedside table for his water bottle. “Kyle, come back…” You whine, tightening your hold on him. He laughs and comes back with the bottle, handing it to you before readjusting the blankets. “Drink up, baby.”

You cuddle up closer to him and open it up to take a few gulps of water before handing it back to him. It ends up haphazardly dropped onto the bed sheets when Kyle tosses it aside and leans down to kiss you on the head, on the cheeks, and all over your face. You start to giggle, trying to push him off; then, when you do, you see Kyle with his hand in your bowl of fruit, stealing a grape of his own, much to your dismay.

John Price [showers/baths]

♡ Sex with John can get fairly filthy; he loves making a mess of you and it often ends up with both of you covered in more than just sweat, so cleaning you up is a first priority once you’re done. He’ll wash you ever so gently and clean off anything that tainted your skin over the time you spent under the sheets.

♡ He’s invested in a variety of things to put in the bath, ranging from oils to bath bombs and salts, all in your favorite scents. He loves the feeling of your soft skin after being pampered, running his palms all over you just to feel it.

The bath bomb at the end of the bath has almost fizzled out by now, the bathwater now a light pink. John hovers over you and stares down at your relaxed face, eyes shut with a tiny smile perking up your lips. He chuckles when you press your head into his hands as he caresses you, his nails scrubbing along your scalp gently. You take a deep breath of the lavender oil coating his fingers and exhale, the steam from the bath shifting with your breath.

His hands dipped under the water and ran up your thighs, his fingers gliding across your skin smoothly. “You feel lovely, darling.” His lips brush along your shoulder as he speaks. You smile wide, letting him kiss up your shoulder and neck, all the way to your cheek.

You wiggle a bit when he gets a nice handful of your thighs and squeezes, a small laugh leaving you. You retaliate by reaching back and pinching him on the cheek. He joins in with his own laughter, pulling you closer to him and running his nails up and down your sides, tickling you. You squeal, trying to pull his hands away. “John, the water’s gonna spill out—!”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[nejiverse]

ADDICTION

Vamp! Isagi Yoichi

In which vampire! Isagi is in desperate need of your blood. Heavily inspired by this post hdhfhnejf i’m obsessed with the idea! I also couldn’t forget Isagi’s raging thigh fetish ;) Fem! Reader

cw: bite marks, suggestive, implied that read has thick thighs, blood sucking duh

745 words

Isagi was exhausted. This was evident when he opened the door and haphazardly kicked off his shoes before throwing his duffle bag to the side.

He'd usually voice that he was back home but he used what little energy he had left to drag himself to him and Y/n’s shared bedroom.

Once Y/n caught sight of her lovely boyfriend, she spread her arms out for Isagi to fall in to

"You're back early", she smiled brightly. Not that she was complaining.

Isagi fell into her arms, his arms wrapping around her waist and his head nuzzled into the lower part of her abdomen, peppering small kisses against her skin.

“How was the match?”, she asked whilst drawing random patterns on his back.

He let out a loud sigh. “Alright”.

“Did you win?”.

“Mhm”, he nodded his head against her abdomen.

His body was lacking energy. Y/n knew that with the way he was responding to her questions. The way Isagi’s eyes averted to her thighs also didn’t go unnoticed by her.

Her plush thighs that were clad in fuzzy thigh high socks to keep her warm. The way her flesh bulged a bit at the hem of the socks from the slight tightness of them made his face heat up.

“You seem tired baby..”, she ran a hand through his blue tresses. “And hungry”, she mumbled to herself.

Y/n began to roll down her socks to her knees, exposing her plump thigh. “Go for it”, she was fully aware that he needed blood and so was Isagi but despite this, the boy shook his head.

“Don’t need it, I just need some sleep and I’ll be as good as new”, he lied through his teeth. Isagi ignored the way his mouth was watering from looking at her skin. He ignored it because he didn’t want to hurt her. He always got carried away and he didn’t want that to happen again.

Y/n lifted his head up by placing a hand on his chin and kissed him deeply, feeling his sharp canines bite gently on her lips, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

Isagi always unintentionally did this whenever he was hungry for blood which made it clear to the girl that he was lying.

“See? You do want blood. Now drink”, she forced his head down to her thigh as Isagi bit on the inside of his cheek as to control himself, but he couldn’t when she was being so persistent to the point where she let his head hover over his favourite spot to draw blood from, right on the inside of her thigh.

Isagi immediately spread her legs out and bit down on her skin, earning a small whimper of pain from Y/n.

He sucked hard on her skin, lapping up every single drop of blood that poured out of the small indents his teeth had made.

“That’s it..”, Y/n cooed to him. “I’m perfectly fine”, Isagi needed the reassurance as to keep taking as much as he needed.

Y/n wanted him to be able to sleep soundly tonight without having the thoughts of drinking blood plaguing his mind.

He hungrily kept consuming her blood, the sweet taste overtaking his senses and clouding his mind— he was in a state of intoxication.

Isagi lifted his head briefly to lick off the blood staining to corner of his mouth and went back down to pierce the girl’s skin again but in a different position on her other thigh, using his thumb to caress his previous indent.

Y/n’s leg twitched under his lips, in efforts to shake him off. She was starting to feel a bit drowsy.

“That’s enough baby”, she placed a hand on his head gently which only caused Isagi’s grip on her other thigh to tighten.

“Yoichi!”, at the sound of his name, Isagi came back to his senses as his eyes widened briefly before he made quick work in kissing the mark he left.

“I’m sorry”, he muttered against her skin.

She waved him off and smiled as he sat up and pulled her against his chest.

“You were really thirsty for my blood, weren’t you”, she teased with a snicker. Isagi playfully hit her shoulder.

“I wasn’t!”.

It wasn’t his fault her blood tasted so sweet.

masterlist :)

a/n: It was better in my head alright 😔👊

[fancy-allude]

Sick Day

Suna x Reader

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You hated being absent given that unintentionally the days you miss classes are the most hectic ones. Moreover you didn’t like having to ruin your complete attendance streak but no matter how hard you try, it was getting harder and harder to focus in class with the headache become more apparent with each passing second. Not being able to bear it any longer, you decided to skip lunch and rested your head against the desk hoping a quick nap would compensate for the whole afternoon unaware of your boyfriends plan to eat lunch with you today.

Wandering into your classroom as he has always done, Suna was quite surprised to see you still in your desk. You enjoyed your breaks and love eating out with friends as soon as classes were over, so it was quite odd to see you almost lifeless today. Approaching you quietly, he could see the tips of your ears are unnaturally red and the closer he got the more obvious your shallow breaths were. He pat your back which has awaken you from your stupor. Taken aback and without the energy to fight back you just swat their hands away not really wanting anything near you now.

“You’re sick.” He states. Surprised with the familiar voice you turn around to be greeted by your boyfriend with his usual deadpan face.

“Rin.” You mumble to yourself. He places his hand on your forehead and you flinch away at the sudden coldness. He doesn’t say anything for a moment and sits at the chair in front of you.

“Any reason why you’re being stubborn and not going to the clinic?” He knew you could get there on your own if you wanted to, so he asked just in case there’s a particular reason that’s keeping you from skipping classes today.

“It’s still manageable I’m fine.” You answer as you try to get comfortable and get some sleep.

“You don’t look like it, otherwise you would be out and about looking for places to eat.” He continues staring daggers at your head while you try to ignore his presence.

“I can just drag you there if I want to just you know.” There was a moment of silence before you decided to go with him rather than have the whole school talk about how he carried you to the clinic.

“Fine, lead the way Rin.” You say as you stood from your desk and wait for him to make his move.

“Do you want me to carry you or just assist you ‘til there?” He cautiously has his hand at your side just in case you fall but you just shake your head and wait for him to take the lead. He takes your stuff and stands by your side making sure to match your pace as he keeps looking at you.

“It’s quite rude to stare, it’s making me uncomfortable.” You remark halfway to the clinic.

“It’s not like I want to but I got to make sure you don’t faint on me.” He had a point and you just let him be until you arrived at the clinic. Thankfully he didn’t say anything more knowing you didn’t have any strength left in you to entertain any sort of conversation. After checking up on you the nurse gave you medicine as well as snacks to go with it allowing you to rest in the clinic until someone picks you up or until you’re finally strong enough to get back on your own. Suna continues to assist you and even tucked you in after laying down. He also made sure to arrange your belongings on the table near your bed.

“Anything you need or want? I’ll try my best to get them for you before lunchbreak ends.” He makes sure you’re comfortable enough and had even prepared a bottle of water at your bedside table.

“None, but why aren’t you asking anything?” Blinking away the drowsiness that starts to settle in.

“Who knows, not like you have the energy to talk about it anyway. Just rest.” He places his hands over your eyes to prevent you from keeping yourself awake. You couldn’t argue and just let him be keeping a mental note to get back at him later on when you get better.

Suna doesn’t need to know why you’re being stubborn on attending classes when you’re sick, he just wanted to make sure you’re alright and taking care of yourself. Talking can wait, but your illness can’t. He quietly exits the clinic after ensuring that you were sleeping well and takes a stop at your favorite snack shop.

When you woke up and came to, the clock indicated that classes were almost over. Quite frustrated that you had to miss class you couldn’t deny that you indeed felt better after taking a rest. Getting ready to leave as the bell rang, the door of the clinic slowly opened. Not thinking much of it you gather your things and look for the nurse to tell them that you’ll be going ahead but instead of the nurse you were greeted by your boyfriend that’s out of breath.

“Woah, what happened to you?” You ask while looking at his tired state.

“Nothing you need to worry about, let’s go. I’ll walk you home.” Before you could answer he takes your things and waits for you outside.

“Huh?” You follow behind after notifying the nurse that you’ll be heading home. He hands you a bag with your favorite snacks and started walking ahead before you could say anything else. Catching up to him you didn’t know what to say, and so the walk was silent until your house was on sight.

“Are you mad?” You start, wondering why Suna hasn’t said anything since. He just looks at you before making an audible sigh. Worried that you might have done something wrong you avoid his gaze and look at the ground.

“There really isn’t any reason for me to be mad though is there? Just. Worried.” You certainly wasn’t expecting that but you much more relieved to know that he wasn’t mad.

“But then why were you silent the whole time?”

“Well, it’s not like I had anything else to say either.” He says while scratching the back of his head.

“Besides you still need some rest.”

“Huh?” You stare at him confused, wondering what he could ever mean.

Reaching your doorstep he hands you your things and places his hand once more on your forehead.

“You’re still a little hot so make sure you rest. We can talk more once you get better, I promise. And don’t worry too much over school, attendance and stuff like that. Things like those won’t matter if you die from getting sick so take care of yourself.” He turns away as he finished what he was saying.

“Anyway don’t come to school until you get better. Otherwise I swear I will drag you back to your house if that’s what it takes.” He walks away hurriedly feeling quite shy at having to verbalize his thoughts. Amused at your boyfriend’s behavior you just laugh it off and wave him goodbye at your doorstep. Pulling out your phone and sending him a message.

 [5:44 pm xx/xx/xxxx]

Thanks for taking care of me today Rin.

And for the snacks.

Sending him a picture of you enjoying the snacks, he just covers his blush from the prying eyes of his friends at the gym as they get ready to practice.

“The hell is going on with him today?” Akagi mutters while watching their friend.

“For all I care it’s funny to see him looking stupid every once in a while.” Atsumu remarks while holding back a laugh.

[lmelodie]

OMG ITS FINALLY DONE NOW I MAY REST THESE WEERY HANDS

A continuation of drawing Dani’s characters from Crystal Springs The Season Sisters are HERE!! 

This took so incredibly long because unlike The Frosts, i didn't have the clearest picture in my head of what the seasons looked like and there was A LOT of ironing out to do on these designs but they're here!!! 

And because i spent so long on the design process under the cut is gonna be a lot of random details and things i did while making them (Cause i am a character design nerd) 

WARNING: It is LONG under the cut. I gots a lot to say

Summer:

I did some preliminary sketches before reading too far into CS and i SCREAMED when i accurately guessed that summer was both black and buff. The only correct call tbh

I was really caught between giving her natural hair (to match Autumn) or the spiky Christmas tree hair i had originally envisioned for her. But i like the shape of the spiky hair too much to let it go

The design to add blue and green motifs were very last minute because she needed something to break up the yellow. 

Originally her arm details started out as mesh sleeves in the preliminaries, then turned into vague markings, then i decided to make them landscape tattoos

Summer doesn't technically have a crown, because i forgot/didn't want to make one lol

Summer i had the least ideas for her outfit so it went through a lot of versions

Spring:

Spring i probably got the most wrong from the canon tbh lol

Her vibes ended up being more Riverfront/freshwater inspired, especially when it came to the hair. long and flowy baby

The HARDEST design i had to make with spring is to decide what dress silhouette i would do. Because I originally wanted her and autumns dresses to both be open slits but mirrored, but the fluffy skirt ended up really selling me. So i took the shape from dress 3, the top half from dress 1, and the flower accents on the sleeves from dress 2

Other than the outfit, spring has also probably changed the least in terms of looks

She gives me Isabella energy from Encanto 

Autumn:

AUTUMN WAS SO FUN TO DO. She's what kept me going throughout this process and she's the one who’s final design i like the best.

I had such a clear image of her in my head, the shortest and chubbiest. Unintentionally very pumpkin like

SPEAKING of pumpkins, her pumpkin sleeves were a total ACCIDENT. COMPLETELY UNPLANNED. i accidentally made them on the final dress option and i fell in love, so for the final design i added little green ribbons to highlight this detail.

I wanted to also give her the leaved collar from dress 2 but i absolutely forgot about until just now when i’m typing this out lol

She has an ever so slight disco vibe to her final design (carried over from dress 2) and i love that for her

Winter:

Winter was nothing too strenuous considering i’ve done outfit studies for her before

BUT THAT DOES’NT MEAN I HAVE’NT PICKED 1 OUTFIT FOR HER YET

Every dress i try i like a little too much and i can see her everything as her main outfit so far, but the final design i did nail down will do just fine lol

I ended up taking the split skirt detail from dress 1 and just combined that with the rest of dress 3

I imagined her to be really ethereal, so i blurred the lines of where her clothes end and her skin begins

The golden necklace is from Blaise :)

I don’t know why, but it was really important to me to make sure that winter has small titties

Idk if anyone has picked up on this ye, but since i designed winter after drawing jack a whole bunch, i accidentally made it so he gets the little hair swoopties in the back from her lol.

All Four:

I imagined them as quadruplets and all of them being the same age 

I originally thought of them as like a choir/quartette so the very first ideas i had for them where trying to make them all as similar as possible

That being said, i still think of them as a choir group akin to The Muses from Hercules and The Fates from the musical Hadestown (Which is how i imagine them to sound/sing). I can see them narrating the story points as its happening in song form.

Any one of the other ideas i had for them can be taken as another outfit they have in their closets :)

All of their skirts are actually indicative of their season. Summer has both of her legs out, Winter has both of hers covered, Fall only has 1 leg out and Spring has only a little of both out. 

[ponds-of-ink]

Here I go with a William Afton headcanon… or two. Or… several. I got carried away here.

*Already mentioned this somewhere else, but he’s secretly a Pink Floyd fan. Maybe more casual than some… But don’t be surprised if you catch him using all of his self-restraint to not jam out.

*Monty Python is one of his performing inspirations.

*His form of teen rebellion back in the day was buying certain vinyls and slipping them into his dad’s record player. Sometimes, it’d be musicals of the era. Other times, it’d be Pink Floyd or Queen. Always kept his dad guessing… If his dad didn’t read the record label.

*Swan Lake is one of his favorite ballets. He’s not much into them personally, but he will argue that Swan Lake is a bop. Maybe not using that exact word, but he’ll make that point get across.

*Knows some 50s and 80s slang, but doesn’t bother with it until it’s absolutely necessary.

*Pretended to not like what teen Michael was bringing home from the record store, but was so proud that the new tradition was still going. (Bonus: Michael might’ve also been a Queen fan, like some other users have suggested. Blame his dad for unintentionally passing that on).

*Actually knows some ballet thanks to his wife. Of course, he hardly uses what he’s learned… Until UCN, due to Old Man Consequences‘ lake being next “door”.

*Which means Old Man Consequences has watched Will try to do the main theme right next to the literal lake. Yes, there was an awkward conversation after that.

*”So, how did you feel while dancing? Was it a nice break?”

”…You saw everything?”

”Of course I did. You came prancing in during my fishing hours.”

”T-Terribly sorry, then.”

*Bonus embarrassment if it was in his appearance matched right before the Bite of ’83. Aside from Spring Bonnie, he never really felt comfortable dancing at that time. He just didn’t think he, in that size, would look good doing a pirouette or two.

*But, ironically, he might’ve actually given one of his best performances that night at Consequences’ lake. All that pent-up theater kid energy combined with what choreography he remembered probably helped.

*On that topic: Glitchtrap’s weird dance might’ve come from some Spring Bonnie antics, tbh.

*Used to love ice cream as much as Circus Baby, but now he’s iffy about it. He’s hoping to get over his prejudice soon, though, since it was more his fault than the treat itself.

*Yes, he’s still a killer. Thing is, if the books are anything to go by with this, it feels like he has some remorse over it. Some. And, if that’s true, then UCN must’ve increased that tenfold…

[obeymeluv]

The Bros as Dads

PSA: The boys would be very attractive dads (emotionally and physically). That is all.

Note: the headcanon also includes genders for the kids. I can see some of them having sons, and others having daughters. And, obviously, everyone is older (20′s-ish).

Lucifer

Takes a while to process the news. It’s kind of a big thing. His love life was something of a roller coaster (or nonexistent) until you. The ‘L’ word was a hurdle, now there’s a B word and a P word?!

When his brain realizes what you’ve said or if you show him some proof, the pride takes over FULL SWING (you can feel it explode in him, like his aura) and he purrs

You are truly his stars, his moon, and the heavens he so dearly misses

There’s this raw, vulnerable love in Lucifer’s eyes and it pretty much awes everyone because he’s usually so proper and reserved

The memories are old and dusty but Lucifer’s parenting instincts are strong

A type-A, fussy person. You may have 7 months left before you give birth, but the house will be spotless and perfectly proofed before you hit bed rest

Piles of parenting books suddenly sprout around the house. No one’s sure where they came from or how there’s even that many WRITTEN about parenting.

You and the child become his world. You’re his kryptonite, the only thing to convince him away from long hours or break him out of sour moods

Lucifer is very stressed, more than he thought he’d be, because you’re carrying his child and he worries for your health.

He’s with you every step of the way, from appointments to birth

He’d absolutely drop everything to tend to your needs, or appoint one of the brothers if he couldn’t.

Likes to busy himself with making a nursery and is actually good at themes/interior decorating

Has a tiny desk built in his study. The child won’t be able to join him for a while, but the idea of his tiny joy working on something beside him warms his heart

Hunts down obscure herbs and items from folklore that are supposed to bless pregnancies or benefit the unborn. Turns out he’s really nervous and superstitious.

Lucifer is the worst when it comes to shopping because his pride outweighs his logical restraint. If he convinces himself IN THE SLIGHTEST that his child would look good in something or the nursery could really use an item, it’s coming to the House of Lamentation

He ugly cries when he realizes you’re having a girl because he feels like Lilith has been given back to him.

Refuses to name his child Lilith because of everything that happened. Can’t settle for anything close to her name or any nicknames they gave her.

Makes you a sleeping space in his study. Loves to take breaks to watch you sleep. Unintentionally takes a break to kiss your stomach and talk to the baby.

Firm believer in ‘in the belly’ enrichment so you’ll have music playing and Lucifer will read to them all the time.

If the baby’s not with you, she’s with him. Lucifer has definitely shown up to a meeting with Lord Diavolo with his baby in a chest carrier. The meeting went flat because Diavolo wanted to play with the baby.

He’s the type of dad that demands total silence when the baby’s sleeping. Might have tied up some of his brothers to achieve it.

He’s not a total hard-ass (this kid has made a sucker out of him, okay?) but his kid will definitely have manners and knows to help clean up.

The type to take naps with his kid. He’ll get up at 2 in the morning and climb into their crib if they’re fussy.

Lucifer spent so much of his life being the primary caretaker for his bros that he forgets he’s not alone this time. When you push him back down so he can sleep, and tend to your daughter, his heart almost bursts with love.

On the fence about another child. The kid’s going to have pride in spades and he thinks a sibling will humble them (and make them less lonely). He’s also afraid of that prideful wrath and doesn’t want two prideful little demons always fighting

Isn’t the best with dressing up his kid but likes to give them fancy shoes. The shoes are always on point even if the rest of the outfit is a disaster.

Is 100% ready to receive any and everything “#1 Dad” because he IS, DAMN IT. He’ll use it regularly, too.

Mammon

He’s freaking out hardcore (”You sure? Really, really sure? Maybe you just have gas or something. Y-yeah!”)

Doesn’t believe it until he sees a test. Promptly faints. Dead-ass faints as soon as he sees it.

Kind of remembers it when he wakes up, and you have to remind him again.

This time he’s pretty excited because THE GREAT MAMMON will be having a child. WHAT A GIFT, RIGHT? THE BEST GIFT!

All the magazines are snapping up this gossip and, for once in his life, he puts the earnings away. Kid has a nice fund going before they’re even born.

His schedule is 50% work, 50% family because YOUR MAIN MAN HAS TO BE THERE. Work just pays the bills and pads the nursery account, okay?

The Devildom has something similar to a baby shower and Mammon puts all KINDS of high-dollar shit on there. His baby’s going to be stylin’, okay?

Some crying in front of others, but an entirely different kind of crying behind closed doors. Vulnerable, grateful crying about being loved and having a tiny someone who will love him, too

Pays someone to explain baby stuff to him. How to change them, feed them, what type of breathing you should be doing. It surprised his bros because Lucifer could just give him that info. The fact that Mammon paid for it means he’s pretty serious about learning.

Gets tons of free maternity photos because all his magazines want the scoop. He gets to pamper you and see you all dressed up and beautiful and EVERY magazine has a shot of him crying like a proud sap.

Mammon hoards all of those pictures. Has a pile of them in his room, totally separate from everything else.

Has a lot of nervous energy and can get frustrated with all the baby books, so he distracts himself with scrap-booking. Surprisingly good at it.

Mammon thinks you’re just the most beautiful thing ever. He loves taking pictures of you. Wants the kid to have no doubts about how much he loves them and their parent.

He’s so lovesick. When you sleep or hug your belly or just touch it he melts.

Stacks Grimm on your belly when you sleep. Thinks it’s fun. Likes to record how big the towers get.

Not the best at getting up for your random-hour cravings and has definitely made you cry with his bluntness. When he’s more awake he’ll apologize and you guys will work it out.

When he finds out he’s having a little boy, the bros throw a party. Mammon gets semi-drunk and has a huge, ass-chewing lecture about how the bros made him feel for centuries and how they better not say ANYTHING like that to his kid.

You shot down any and all attempts to name the kid anything money related.

Almost passed out when you had the baby.

Cried when he first held him. Calls him Mamm-mini.

Totally planning the baby’s first photo shoot. Has people on standby to make matching outfits.

He now has a partner in crime and the kid can charm the pants off of anyone!

Mammon is 100% devoted to this kid and he secretly hopes he’s the favorite parent.

Lives for any second of bonding he can get. NEEDS IT TO LIVE. 100% a sappy dad.

The most supportive dad, always saying nice things because he knows people didn’t always say nice things about him.

Levi

Brain stops working. You almost think you’ve given him a heart attack

Levi feels you take the controller from his hand and instantly has to fill it with something else, taking yours. He looks at you and asks you again if you’re sure.

He can see it in your eyes and he just crows. He doesn’t know if he’s excited or scared but he made the noise.

Worries A LOT about the idea of becoming a father. Can gross otakus be good fathers? How does he dad?

Gets pre-stressed about social interactions. Kids have to go to school and have play-dates and Levi’s going to have to talk to people...ugh! Gross!

Definitely has a few break-downs (feelings of inadequacy, etc.) before Lucifer or Satan comfort him. He’s better than he thinks, just insecure. Everyone learns as they go. They have classes (”They’re like cheat codes, Levi.”) and it makes him feel better

His gaming friends send their congratulations and he gets lots of themed blankets and onesies.

Wants you to have a water birth because the water is his child’s calling. Really attached to the idea.

He’s constantly looking up guides to baby-proofing, double- and triple-checking safety specs of anything before buying it.

Spends HOURS scouring Akuzon, comparing brands, and reading reviews for everything.

Akuzon noticed he was buying lots of baby books and looking at baby-related things so they sent him a onesie.

You get a lovely beach/water-themed maternity shoot and Levi is so love-struck he gets a nosebleed. Once he’s cleaned up it makes a darling photo shoot.  

Has already made lists of anime for the kid to watch. Some are his favorite, some are for the lessons and moments that stuck with him

Asmo messaged TSL on the down-low and Levi got some quality kid-sized merch.

Tries to get you to name the baby Henry if it’s a boy. When he finds out it’s a girl, he pushes for Henrietta.

Reads TSL to the baby and plays ocean sounds.

As you get further along in your pregnancy, he buys a fridge for his room and stocks it with your favorite cold stuff. Any snack foods are just added to his stash.

You are absolutely worshipped. Craving something? Akuzon has it and the fastest pig is on it’s way. Your feet hurt? Try a water bath!

You’re his Player 2 now and forever (always have been), and he’s keeping you in perfect health.

Probably keeps a video journal for the kid or of the two of you during your pregnancy. Big on preserving stuff digitally.

Probably makes a game for his kid just because. They’ll be able to play it when they’re older.

Bought a ton of Magical Girl-style hairbows and things for when their hair grows in. His daughter’s a fucking princess, okay?

Belphegor bought the baby a goldfish onesie and Levi loves it to pieces.

Bought the baby a seashell bassinet and rocks them to sleep with his tail.

Levi has a bad sleep schedule and wakes easily, so he’s usually the first one to get up and handle the baby.

He has this complex about being a good dad. People can call him a weird, gross otaku but they’re ALSO going to mention how good of a dad he is!

Super affectionate with his kid in a quiet, whispering, mumbling way. Just thinks they’re the best thing.

Having a daughter really makes him rethink some of the ways he viewed anime characters and made him super critical. If his daughter ends up liking anime he’ll make it very clear what he thinks and how she shouldn’t let other people treat her like an object. 

His demon form gets triggered REALLY EASILY if his bros hold her for too long. THAT’S HIS BABY, THANK YOU!

Satan

Secretly hoped to be a father one day. Wanted to prove so badly that he could be one, and move past the constant fear of his temper looming over him. He didn’t want wrath to be his only legacy.

Can’t manage more than a genuine smile and a lilting laugh when you tell him, but he’s literally almost sick with joy. He’s just not the type to jump from the rooftops or anything

Asmodeus and Mammon convince him into drinking because he needs to let loose and really show it!

Satan ends up drunk-stumbling to Lucifer and plunking his head into his chest and crying. He’s crying because he’s happy and mumbling something about ‘granddad’. When his tears dry he’s happy as can be, smugly calls Lucifer an ‘old fuck’ and promptly throws up.

They’re past most of their bad blood but even Lucifer wasn’t surprised Satan never got EVERYTHING out of his system. A lot of his childhood memories are tainted with pure wrath instead of coming into his cardinal sin through some other mean. Or naturally, like puberty.

Between his personal research and Lucifer’s expertise, the baby-proofing is totally covered.

His book binges are strictly about pregnancies, suspicions, rituals, parenting, and anything he can think of that has to do with kids.

He’s big on teas and brews that are supposed to help with pregnancies and pains. Uses his many connections to get ingredients for said teas

Reads the classics and big epics to his unborn child.

Buys you some Hellcats for protection. They’re fiercely loyal, so he’ll know you’re safe.

He’d be the type to nag you about your diet, but not to be mean. He’d support it with this absolute WALL of evidence that turns into a lecture that could last for hours.

Has to fight the Hellcats to sit next to you or touch your belly a lot more than he thought he would. He’d never say it out loud, but he’s starting to hate the cats (he doesn’t mean it though).

Starts cleaning up his book piles a lot more. The baby would get hurt if the stacks fell on them. His room becomes virtually spotless.

You pick books to read together. You end up reading Satan to sleep, too. He keeps a hand on your belly.

Gets nervous about you wanting to go out, and basically tries to keep you in the House of Lamentation. Relents a little because hormones make you scary. He was basically afraid of nothing because the walks were fine.

You like to sit in the Devildom gardens and he thinks you look picturesque and wonderful. It takes his breath away.

Asmodeus is your personal photographer because Satan doesn’t think anyone else will do you justice.

Finds out you’re having boy-girl twins and totally shuts down. What does he say? How does he respond? BELPHIE OR BEEL WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE TWINS! WHY HIM?!

Lucifer is BEYOND amused. This is definitely payback for everything Satan did in his childhood (so the saying goes).

It doesn’t bother him as much when he starts buying smart little cardigans, button-ups, ribbons, and bowties. He’s actually quite happy.

The Hellcats act weird and tip him off to your contractions before your water breaks. Satan gets you to the hospital and helps you give birth. The twins grow to look more like him than you, but if someone mistakes you for the nanny or says something derogatory, he’s pulling two ferocious kids off an idiot

Satan was afraid he’d be a short fuse, but he becomes the parent that explains everything to death (for better or worse). The kids will get a lecture when they’re bad, when the ask ‘why’ to something, he’ll explain why he gave the punishment he did, and be very clear with anything.

Asmodeus

Quickly falls in love with the idea of you being pregnant. It’s the best! Proof of his truest love, the thing that makes his heart beat!

He loved you to pieces before you were pregnant, and loves you even more now (if that’s possible).

Always wants to be with you, smothering your belly with kisses and touches and looking at it like it’s the next greatest love of his life

Takes names very seriously. “My child is a gift unto this world. People will know their name, so it has to be a good one!”

Gets really wrapped up in decor and aesthetic. He’d be a one-man force for all of it if you didn’t tell him to stop and breathe! Asmodeus just has lots of ideas, okay?

Has a really hard time understanding the value of baby-proofing until Satan smushes a few of his lipsticks in his hand and knocks around some finishing powder (”Now imagine that. All the time. With anything you love.”). 

Hires someone to baby-proof the room because that’s just not his thing. He’ll handle securing the valuables, okay?

Constantly reading about beauty rituals and things to do for his pregnant wife. She’s doing something really hard and deserves to be pampered!

You’ll constantly be pampered or trying ‘this and that’ because he read it was good for the baby. Good for beauty, good for health, etc.

Has a pretty decent diet, himself, and keeps you on yours.

You definitely have pregnancy sex a few times. Anything he can do to help you out, you know?

Asmodeus ADORES watching you grow round with his child and LIVES for helping you take care of yourself. He’ll let you lounge in his fantastic tub and has no issues sitting on the floor and doing your toes

Picks out all your outfits. Wants you to look your best! Don’t worry, you’ll be comfy!

When he finds out you’re having a girl he cries. A lot.

SO MANY BABY UPDATE BROADCASTS ON DEVILGRAM! There is an official ‘baby watch’. It’s trending more than you thought it would.

Takes TONS of videos.

His baby is easily the most fashionable child in all of Devildom.

Takes really candid, private photos that have a lot of sentimental value. A lot of your pregnancy photos are you looking comfy in bed or sitting at a vanity in breezy clothes as he does your makeup.

The type of dad to sit down in the middle of the store to play with toys (are they good enough for his kid? Like, really?). Must feel everything before he buys it. If he doesn’t like how it feels, he won’t buy it.

You end up giving birth earlier than planned and Asmo almost throws up because birth doesn’t look like he thought it would

Super nervous during your pregnancy because you’re in pain and there’s lots of noises.

Busies himself doing your makeup because that’s the only way he can handle the situation. You’re holding his tail and he SWEARS you’re going to break it off!

The bros help deliver his little angel and Asmo is SMITTEN. ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN.

Holding his baby 24/7.

Loses sleep just because he watches them sleep. Sometimes he loses sleep for real because DAMN, babies don’t sleep a lot, do they?

It’s really hard to adjust to and he’s surprised his skin isn’t god-awful.

Doesn’t regret a thing, fawning over their tiny nails and little curls, and OMG EVERYTHING! Cries a lot because they’re just perfect

His wardrobe reflects his dad status but he still looks like a DILF. You can give him the most classic dad attire and it just looks good on him.

Beelzebub

He’s excited about your pregnancy. Boy honestly tried for it, you know? Studied positions and everything.

Beelzebub has so much love and the idea of holding a tiny someone just warms his heart

Everything kid-related is totally foreign to him except for how to act with them. He and Belphie were the youngest so he was used to being taken care of until he got old enough to climb and eat on his own.

The type of guy to need explicit, step-by-step instructions on EVERYTHING. He doesn’t have a brain for it like Satan or Lucifer, so he needs help

Seriously. Give him a checklist for baby-proofing and he’ll get it done.

Gets pretty down about not being able to cuddle and snuggle like normal, but he’ll look into safe ways to do so.

Has special snuggles with the baby. Kisses your belly and rubs it. Talks to your baby like the little demon it is (even if it doesn’t have a name yet).

Lives for the times you talk to the baby, talk yourself out of bed, or how you absently talk to your belly throughout the day.

Works out to deal with stress and nerves, but also because he wants to be a good, strong dad

The doctors give him a list of exercises you can do and he does them with you

Can’t really take the nutrition advice seriously. He eats pretty much everything and you probably will, too.

When people ask him about your pregnancy, he uses very inclusive language (”We’re expecting, etc.”)

You make mini-dates out of your late-night cravings. Beel is totally in love with it.

Beelzebub becomes your food finder. There’s been times where you look at him so cutely, so imploringly, and all you can manage is ‘spicy and crunchy’. He’ll find you something, don’t worry! He’s an expert!

Big on massages and cuddling. Likes to cup his hands over your belly and trace it.

The type of dad to gain weight with you as your pregnancy moves along. Becomes soft, strong dad.

Finds out you’re having twin boys and has the happiest crying session ever. Belphie is the first to know and all Beel can say is ‘Just like us!’ as he nearly crushes his twin to death.

Likes to dress them in cute and comfy clothes. Animal onesies? Yes!

At some point yours twins are going to look like hotdogs and hamburgers. There’s no shortage of food costumes thanks to Levi, Asmo, and Beel.

Suspicious about baby food, bugs Satan about how nutritious it is, and tries all of it just to be sure.

Some of their teething toys look like real food. Beelzebub ate one on accident.

Is a perfect gentle giant. Afraid of hurting them, for they are tiny and precious, but gets over that pretty quickly.

Always wants to cuddle and hold them. You have to make him leave them alone to sleep. Gets kind of sad when they’re napping because he can’t make faces at them or hear them laugh. Right back to his usual self when they wake up, though.

You best believe they learn their alphabet by studying food. Beelzebub will stand in the kitchen and dig through the pantry until he finds things that match the letters of the alphabet 

Belphegor

He’s kind of surprised you ended up pregnant because the sex is usually lazy and casual. Yes, he has the moments where it’s pretty hardcore, but...wow. For some reason, he just didn’t see you getting pregnant.

Secretly hopes you have more than one kid. Something in him would just be happy if there’s more than one kid. You think it comes from the time he spent alone in the attic but never say it.

Sleeps a lot more. Not out of avoidance or anything, but because naps will be rare in the future. He likes to think he’s stockpiling sleep.

Makes sure you’re comfy at all times.

Would love for you to sleep and be cozy but apparently that’s not healthy for humans, so he takes easy walks around the house and keeps you semi-active.

He’ll give you his cow pillow to use as a back pillow. It’s his way of letting the baby use it until he can share it with them.

Listens to a lot of audiotapes about parenting. Looks at books, too, but does better with audio. 

Reads a new bedtime story to your kid every night.

Sometimes you guys sleep in the star room so he can talk to them about constellations. They can’t see anything, of course, but he still goes into detail.

Isn’t much of a picture person and doesn’t see the point in taking maternity pictures. It’s actually because Belphie has a photographic memory so he remembers everything.

The bros force him into taking maternity pictures.

The type to journal everything. He writes a big-ass, super-detailed diary for the baby.

Is kind of worried about his temperament, so he’ll take some classes on how to handle stress and stuff before the babies arrive

Becomes King of Lists. There’s lists for everything. Lists help. Lists are good.

When he finds out you’re having triplets (a boy and two girls), he doesn’t know how to react. You saw him smile though. It doesn’t sink in until you’re hugging him. “I’m never sleeping again,” he realizes with absolute terror.

Beelzebub is super excited. “That’s twins plus a bonus!”

Very snobby about the nursery decor. Also very tactile like Asmodeus. If it doesn’t feel good, it’s not going in the nursery.

Wants a barn-themed nursery (to include as many cow-related things as possible)

You get the comfiest PJs.

With three kids, he lives by embroidery. He has to have a way to tell them apart, after all (the girls, at least).

Can’t hoard the babies but wants to. Hates that he doesn’t have enough arms to hold them all at the same time.

Is very interested by their tendency to hold each other and nap together. Finds it super adorable.

Makes a super-sized crib he can climb in and sleep with them. It’s basically a Belphie-sized bed with little attachments his kids sleep in. Separates them all just enough so he doesn’t worry about hurting them, but there’s still contact

Thanks whatever god exists that they mostly stay on a schedule together. Makes it stressful for changing diapers, but very fun to feed them.

Almost dies laughing when Lucifer holds them for the first time because one vomited on him, the other sneezed in his face, and one pooped so much it got on his pants leg.

Lulls them to sleep with his happy purr, and gets woken up from a dead sleep by pure love when they make the sound back. Suddenly there’s three chirpy purrs rolling against him and he’s in love.

Proud they love their mama so much (to the point of being TOTAL mama’s kids), but also kind of relieved he can breathe.

The three trade off occasionally when they realize he’s free real estate and come to him for snuggles. They all love him so he doesn’t mind.

This house supports cuddle piles! Belphie got them hooked on group naps for a young age and they sleep together now. 

Hope you liked it :)

[themadauthorshatter]

To relieve some of the angst I've given to this PG-13 Ninjago UA, HERE'S SOME STUFF I THINK IS FUNNY!!!

Kai and Jay know how to floss, as in the dance move, and it drives Cole, Zane, and Wu crazy.

Zane wins ALL the satring contests, as long as he isn't going against Wu. Then he'll lose.

When Wu gave the ninja the "the best way to defeat an enemy" riddle, it drove Zane crazy. He knew he'd heard it before and knew the answer, but didn't know the answer. He progressively started making more noises, from groaning to full on screaming. When they got answer, Zane stayed out of the bunk rooms for fifteen minutes screaming and shouting into the sky. He didn't swear, he just had a lot to say.

Cole can bench press all of the ninja.

Cole likes picking up and carrying people, mostly, though, Zane. Zane is like a kohala on his back and it's so cute.

Jay once shouted to Zane, "I'm hungry! When are you going to make dinner!?" to see what would happen; he told Wu and the other ninja in advance. Zane made him a grilled cheese sandwich and locked him in the bunk room.

Cole is the first up... because Zane wakes him up. He is Cole's alarm clock.

DO NOT WAKE UP ZANE FOR HIM. HE WILL DO IT HIMSELF. WAKE HIM UP, AND YOU WILL REGRET IT.

Kai learned that lesson the hard way.

The stuff Jay zones out about is actually really interesting, depending on who he talks to; Cole learned that if your were to follow the pavement road in all of ninjago consecutively, you'd wind up walking in a circle, Zane learned that owls' wings, which are shorter than a falcon's, allow for better evasive maneuvers, Wu learned that it takes the blink of an eye for someone can die from electrocution, given the right amount of energy, and Kai learned that the finer flour is, the better it burns.

Zane does yoga, which the other ninja think is weird. Except for Nya. She joins in

Zane can not fly the bounty. Nothing to do with directions, he juat can't sail.

Cole knows a lot of ballet moves and is very agile for a muscular guy

Kai listens to a lot of rap music.

Nya once did the boys' nails, because their nails were hideous, and she unintentionally scared the hell out of Zane, who never had his nails painted before.

Kai accidentally made Jay sleep for a whole day; they were both up pulling an all nighter to fix the bounty and he gave Jay a bunch of energy drinks to keep him up so they could het done. All he did instead was knock Jay out and make himself really hyper and restless.

Zane has a photographic memory. Even if you forgot something you said you'd do, Zane won't forget.

Fangirls still love Zane. He doesn't get the appeal, both pre and post discovering he's dead.

When the ninja get turned into kids, Zane did not become a child. He just had a huge existential crisis and 'OH SHIT' moment because now he was really the oldest of the ninja and, aside from Lloyd, had no prior experience with kids.

You will know if Zane is mad at you.

Cole wins every arm wrestling match, as long as he isn't going against Zane. Nothing to do with strength, Zane's just really cold and cheats by smiling at Cole, which gives him butterflies in him stomach.

Kai is so scared of spiders, it's almost funny.

Jay prefers sour things over sweet, but will eat just about anything.

DO NOT GIVE HIM OVERLY SOFT FOODS LIKE COOKED CARROTS. IT MAKES HIM VOMIT.

Cole is Wu's right hand. He trains and trains with the other ninja.

Zane can fly Shard while riding in his tail. The other ninja don't get him doing it, but whatever.

Kai is still protective of Nya. If she gets hurt in training, he'll be the first to check on her.

Cole makes sure he is the leader. Kai keeps trying to take the position, but Cole puts him back in his place.

Lloyd doesn't like meditating. He has little kid energy, so he, like Jay, has a hard time sitting still. Unlike Jay, caffeine will make it worse.

Jay is part of the reason the ninja are such sound sleepers; he practically saps them of their energy

When Zane adopts the falcon, he, to be a dick, said he adopted a bird. It scared the ninja shitless when a large, carnivorous bird landed on his arm.

They were surprised because Zane doesn't know his birds very well; he called an owl a dove once.

Cole has tattoos, which Kai and Jay think are cool, Nya doesn't mind, Wu frowns upon, and Zane is very confused by; he drew on his arm with a marker and it washed off. Cole's ink has not washed off in the two years he's trained with Wu.

All the ninja are encouraged to meditate, but they've all had varying degrees of success.

Cole has tried teaching Jay and Kai martial arts, and ended up giving them more bruises than the training course.

The ninja tried teaching Zane about practical jokes. Biggest mistake of their lives

[chiafett-moved]

Using all the clones from ur high school au, what kind of civ clothing do you think they'd wear?

Okay okay okay I took some time and went to TOWN on this one so clone clothes below the cut

Fox:

First and foremost, Fox has his own pinterest board. There’s not much in the way of clothes there, but yeah. 

Lots of red and black

Hoodies and jeans. Jeans and hoodies. Hoodies and Jeans

If you saw the shape of my body No You Didn’t 😁

Someone help him

Always dressed as though it’s approximately 20C. Sort of like a comic character who wears variations of the same outfit.

For someone who hates being perceived, he does wear some tight clothes

Overall, sort of unintentionally punk/emo and tired

Lip, tongue, and ear piercings

Hunter:

Also has two pinterest boards (butch AU and normal)

Cottagecore farmer. Lots of neutral tones and loose, soft fabrics

Loves knit things

Very picky about texture and fit. If it’s tight, it gets donated

Wears things until they fall apart. This does not take long

Soft, waterproof, ankle-high hiking boots that he wears everywhere

L a y e r s 

Constantly putting his hair up or taking it down

Very concerned with taking care of his curls (and for good reason; they’re gorgeous)

Farmer’s tan n freckles

Tech:

Business casual some days, absolute trash others. There is no rhyme or reason. 

If Hunter’s all about consistency, Tech is the opposite (autism vs ADHD in a nutshell lmfao)

Pockets are a must

He has a messenger bag a la Spencer Reid 

Big ol’ glasses with a thick enough lens that you can see behind him if you look at the right angle

Converse

Has these awful graphic tees from the time he went to Goodwill with Hunter

Wrecker:

Big comfy sweaters like those ones they sell at Old Navy

Walking hug with steel-toed boots

He has trouble finding XXL Tall clothes that aren’t Barbecue Dad™ so he takes what he can get 

Rips the knees of pants first

Rips the tags out of everything

Cannot match colors to save his life and hasn’t yet figured out the Hunter tactic of just owning neutral things

He has a lot of fun hats

Carhartt short sleeve shirts and jeans with sharpie and paint on them

If he can’t move in it, he doesn’t want it

Big fan of open short-sleeve button downs over tees

Constantly asking Tech to hold things for him (they get lost in the Bottomless Messenger Bag)

Crosshair:

Typical teenage boy with a side of edgy

You know those joggers with the puffy knees or the cargo pockets? Big wearer of those

Sneaker Snob

Once he dressed up for a school event and he looked so good but pretended not to notice

Big City Gay energy

Constantly has a pack of cigarettes on him, so he’s got to have a pocket for them. He’s got to have a pocket, right? I just can’t see it from here. There must be a pocket because otherwise where is he getting those he’s pulling them out of nowhere send reinforcements—

Steals Hunter’s worn-out, oversized flannels but he’s a tall bitch so they’re pretty normal on him. How is he making them look so edgy?

Dogma:

Wears the same outfit a concerning amount. Like, you don’t notice anything and then all the sudden he’s been wearing the same thing for two weeks. Doesn’t smell bad or anything, though, so ?????

Always put together, but in that way that’s kind of fraying around the edges

I don’t really know how to describe his clothes beyond a sort of vibe? Idk

He’s a really skinny guy and he loves clothes with angular shapes and hard edges, so he kind of looks like a stick figure with really cool geometric designs

He tries to look sort of formal and aloof, but it doesn’t work

His Manic Art Kid vibe is visible from space, though

He looks cute but in a freshman kind of way. Like, “aww, look at him!”

But also radiates the kind of energy that makes people highly concerned

Many ear piercings and one eyebrow piercing

Tall gangly and intimidating

Always carrying his backpack

Tup:

Basically Dogma but with softer edges and rounder shapes

The Ridiculously Well-Adjusted Art Kid

Always has paint somewhere

Looks like a mess but makes it work

Messy buns

Big fan of overalls and colorful shirts

Likes long sleeves

Converse out the ass, but in a ton of different colors

Big sweaters

People forget he’s tall and Stronk because the way he dresses makes him look small (oversized things do that)

Got his ears pierced when Dogma got his third helix, but let them close

Stacked bracelets

Echo:

Somehow soft punk meets varsity kid? He makes it work

Khaki pants but cool 

Open zip-up hoodies and comfy, well-fitting tee shirts

Sneakers only, unless he has to be fancy

Sometimes wears fingerless gloves and refuses to explain why

Undercut

No I lied sometimes he wears stompy boots just because they’re at odds with the rest of his aesthetic

Basically big calm comfy vibes without looking sloppy or informal

Will wear button downs as normal shirts with jeans

Likes to do the graphic tee over thermal shirt thing

Joggers

SKATER BOY. That’s the word I was thinking of. Soft skater boy (he and Fives both skate)

Fives:

Band tees and jeans 

Not a fan of shorts. Has anyone ever seen his legs?

Constantly has this big-ass set of headphones around his neck

Beanies

Also a graphic tee and thermal shirt layerer

Rarely not wearing jeans

Sometimes wears pajamas to school specifically to piss off teachers

Snapbacks

Paints his nails a variety of colors, but mostly black. Somehow the polish is always chipped

Big wearer of Vans, actually is a skater

Tears through the elbows of his jeans jackets falling 

Cody:

Gay smart kid. Debate team captain. Soccer captain. Looks better than you. Looks better than the teachers. Could kill you. 

He wears a lot of half-zips and khakis, but makes it look less nerdy than usual

Sports paraphernalia helps. Hard to look nerdy when the zip-up you’re wearing is from wrestling Nationals

When he wears tee-shirts, they’re always tight? Does he buy them a size small on purpose? (yes, yes he does)

Collector of those really nice zip-up hoodies with the geometric designs that make them look really nice and neat

Actually wears sunglasses when it’s sunny

Has never been seen in a hat

Neyo:

Oh god oh fuck DIY punk? He’s oh god he’s

Neyo my dear that sweatshirt is falling apart

Neyo is. Troubled and in a Bad home. His clothing choices reflect this. 

He does not want to touch or be touched and he wants to look cool doing it

Stoner kid but Spiky

And also he doesn’t actually smoke

Wears combat boots that look like they’ve seen blood

Skinny jeans bc he’s edgy and cool

Patch pants/vest

Also has a pinterest board

Bacara:

Bland depressed kid. Jeans and dark hoodies

Seriously he’s just trying to vibe. He wants to be comfy and he doesn’t want to draw a ton of attention

Black converse

Constantly has a farmer’s tan

Not a fan of short sleeves

Thinks Neyo looks ridiculous

Has never been dress coded in his life 

Seriously Bacara’s idea of spicing up an outfit is wearing like. A polo. 

[homeformyheart]

tonight - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 15 - single

author’s note: @keybleminded suggested the single bed trope for this prompt and this is what i came up with; sorry that it’s a little less fluffy than i originally intended. i hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 16+; teeny tiny angst, one bed trope, implied drugging word count: 1.6k based on/prompt: day 15 – single from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: the night before a recon mission, farah and regina get into a little bit of trouble and adam keeps regina company through the night.

tonight

farah ran into the room and jumped on to the full-sized bed in the room, which was just big enough to be comfortable for two people, if those two people were willing to get cozy. it was the only decent thing in the very small hotel room, besides the small television, and regina was thankful they only needed to spend one night here. tomorrow morning, they would scout out the supposed rendezvous site and hopefully be back in wayhaven by nightfall.

regina sighed and put her duffel bag on the floor before taking off her coat. “i can’t believe there’s only one bed. didn’t adam fill out the paperwork?”

“why, you wishing he was here instead so you could cozy up on the only bed in the room like in the movies?” farah teased, slipping her shoes off and making herself comfortable.

regina rolled her eyes. “like that would ever happen. you all don’t need to sleep, remember? adam would just say i should take the bed because i need the rest while he stays up and keeps watch ‘for my protection’,” she said, using air quotes to emphasize her point.

“that was a great adam impression! it’s too bad you’re not into me, because i would totally pretend it was really cold and we needed to cuddle to keep warm,” farah winked.

“well it actually is pretty cold, so you wouldn’t have to pretend. and we could still cuddle if you want,” regina offered, chuckling.

farah sighed loudly. “not in the way that i know you want to with adam,” she chuckled at the flush that started creeping up regina’s neck before her gaze fell on a flyer placed carefully on the nightstand.

“can we go to this?”

regina skimmed the flyer that farah handed to her. “we’re supposed to get up early tomorrow. i don’t know if going out tonight is a good idea.”

“but it’s singles night! i’ve never gotten to go to one of these before,” farah pleaded, even as she started rummaging through their duffel bags for a more appropriate outfit.

the pros and cons ran through regina’s mind. on the one hand, it would be a chance to relax a little before the mission and distract herself from thinking about adam for a bit. on the other, they could be putting the mission at risk by potentially not being rested for tomorrow or exposing themselves unintentionally.

“i’ve never seen you wear this,” farah said, holding up a shimmery gold draped halter top with thin straps. “let’s go!”

why had she even packed that for an overnight mission? farah tossed it at her and motioned for her to go get changed.

back at the warehouse

the grandfather clock in the warehouse living room ticked loudly in the otherwise quiet space. the other members of unit bravo were enjoying their brief reprieve from farah’s usual antics. nate was reading on the couch and morgan was silently blowing smoke rings from her usual corner.

on any other night, he would be thoroughly enjoying a quiet evening to catch up on paperwork and otherwise relax. he kept telling himself it was a simple recon mission, the type they executed seamlessly numerous times. farah was the best for this type of mission and he trusted her to get regina out of any dangerous situations.

but for some reason, the quiet of the evening was still too loud for him.

he gripped the pen even tighter until the plastic was just on the edge of cracking, bending against even less than a tenth of his strength.

he missed the hum. there was a palpable energy that seemed to emanate from regina that touched anyone in her vicinity wherever she went. an energy that relaxed as often as it moved and matched the steady hum of her heartbeat.

a sound he sorely missed.

adam froze at the revelation, his body as still as the air, except for the crack of the pen as it snapped in half. the sound was quickly muffled by the harsh ring of his phone, jolting him back to the moment. farah’s name flashed across the tiny screen, fear filling his stomach in a way that was becoming all too familiar.

“i will be right there,” he growled into the phone after less than a minute.

nate looked up from his book. “is everything all right? do you need us?”

“no, i will handle it,” adam said firmly, grabbing his coat on the way out.

* * * * * it didn’t take long for adam to find them. even if he didn’t have regina’s scent and heartbeat memorized even more than farah’s (the fleeting thought made his brow furrow), the ruckus they were causing outside the bar would alert anyone to their location.

he sighed and made his way over to where farah was holding up a very drowsy regina, who could barely stand on her own, which he partially blamed on the impractical heels she was wearing and the icy snow on the ground.

“adam, thanks for coming. i think our detective here is going to need to get to bed,” farah said slyly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye that made adam groan inwardly.

he let his gaze wander up and down regina’s body for a fraction of a second longer than necessary to assess her physical well-being, which he knew would not go unnoticed by farah. he tucked one arm under her knees and let farah place regina’s upper body on his other arm so he could carry her, shifting her head to lean against his shoulder.

they made their way back to the hotel room, with heightened speed, farah quickly getting regina changed and comfortable while adam scanned the perimeter.

“what happened?” he asked quietly, once regina was tucked under the covers.

farah sighed. “we went to a singles night event at the bar and she got a lot of attention. i think someone may have tried to drug her. she didn’t have that much to drink when she started feeling dizzy.”

adam pressed his lips into a thin line in an attempt to keep his stoic mask in place. “is she alright?”

“she’s had a lot of water and should be able to sleep it off,” farah fidgeted with the ends of her scarf. “i’m sorry adam; it was my idea to go out and—”

“this is not your fault, farah. you are not to be blamed for inconsiderate fools who would drug and take advantage of someone,” he said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder and farah found only sincerity in adam’s gaze. “at least regina—i mean, the detective, is fine. we can postpone the mission.”

“actually, about that – the site we were going to observe tomorrow is the bar,” farah explained. “it’s definitely a supernatural gathering place and there’s something in the basement. there’s not much more we can uncover without proper surveillance equipment.”

adam nodded. “good work. we’ll report back to agent bishop in the morning then. in the meantime, get some rest. i will keep watch.”

a thoughtful look passed through farah’s face before being replaced by a mischievous one. “actually, i think i will head back to the warehouse and you can keep the detective warm,” she said, zipping around the room and packing up her things before adam could protest.

“the thermostat’s broken and she’s shivering like crazy. you wouldn’t want her to catch cold, would you?” farah teased, hovering by the doorway.

adam opened his mouth to say something before promptly closing it. he glanced over at regina’s form under the duvet, and he could tell that farah was right. she was shivering, her body trying to process and expel whatever the toxin was.

he groaned and rubbed his face before giving a resigned nod, unlacing his combat boots one by one and sitting carefully on the other side of the bed.

“i’m pretty sure whatever is in her system will keep her from remembering anything in the morning, so you can let your guard down a little. i won’t tell anyone,” farah said, giving him a sympathetic smile before disappearing and locking the door behind her.

adam sighed and shifted closer to regina, carefully laying on top of the covers so as not to disturb her and maintain some space between them. he frowned at the sight of her shivering and curled up into a ball, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

it was his duty to keep the detective safe. it was natural that he be concerned for her well-being as a member of his team.

he hovered his hand close to her cheek, his thumb ghosting over her pale skin. she let out an almost inaudible moan, her shoulders shaking against the thick duvet.

he needed to find a way to warm her up. he snaked his arm around her waist, tucking one end of the duvet under her body and rolling her on top of his chest, effectively rolling her up in the covers. her head lay on his heart, and he hoped the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage loudly wouldn’t wake her up.

she let out a contented sigh that tickled his chin and he brought his other arm to her side, rubbing soothing circles up and down her arm and side to warm up her body. her shivering subsided as he did so, her breathing returning to its normal pace.

he closed his eyes and allowed the flutter in his chest to expand, the scent of her surrounding him fully.

just for tonight, he would relish being this close to her.

and in the morning, he would tell himself it was purely for her well-being and nothing else.

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[mikamink]

What are your pokemon headcanons for some of the characters teams lol

I've figured out some fitting pokemon for most characters but I like to try to find a neat theme and setup to go with the choices. I don't have all of them set in stone but I'll share the choices I'm the happy with atm.

Some of the descriptions will be a bit long. Characters included are Rasiel, Fran, Belphegor, Chrome, Ryohei, and Bianchi. (With very slight mention of Haru and Kyoko)

Rasiel- I’ll just get him out of the way first. Due to his status and traumatic childhood Rasiel’s preference in pokemon revolves around high class ghost types. Vain status symbols and testaments to his ability to overcome death. His team is comprised of pokemon like Cofagrigus, Chandelure, and (Authentic)Polteageist. His most notable pokemon is Cofagrigus.

Not long after the “incident” that left him terribly injured and ill, employees around the castle noticed the presence of a distressed yamask pacing the outskirts of the castle grounds. Some noted the unsettling resemblance between the young prince and the mask the pokemon carried. At some point during his recovery, the Yamask found it’s way into the castle and rushed straight to Siel. It’s presence didn’t scare the prince, it was oddly comforting and the stray pokemon offered him some small bit of company while he remained isolated.

The consensus between his caretakers was that the Yamask had mistakenly taken the likeness of the prince during the moments he was buried after his brush with death. Rasiel miraculously surviving and Yamask retaining his likeness made the pokemon confused and curiously drawn to him. And it wasn’t just Yamask. Rasiel’s near death experience and the recent flood of negative energy throughout the castle grounds turned it into a beacon for ghost type pokemon. Overtime Rasiel developed a fascination with death and the afterlife and became as drawn to ghost types as they were to him. Not once did he have to go out of his way to catch his own pokemon, all of his partners eagerly sought out their new prince of their own accord.

Rasiel’s main partner Cofagrigus is a very unsettling and dangerous pokemon and most are surprised by how docile it is in his presence. Not only is his connection to Cofagrigus deeply personal, his family is wealthy enough to satiate it’s appetite for gold and his status as future king makes him a perfect match for that particular pokemon based on it’s history. -“There are many depictions of Cofagrigus decorating ancient tombs. They're symbols of the wealth that kings of bygone eras had.”

Fran- Fran has a very notable lack of motivation when it comes to most things, being a trainer included. He doesn’t really have a preference and his team is made up of pokemon he obtained through odd circumstances. Notable pokemon in Frans possession are Espurr, Zorua, Mimikyu, Appletun, and Hatterene.

A tiny apple-less applin became infatuated with Fran’s hat and was determined to make it it’s new home. Though Fran tried many times to shoo the pokemon away or lock it out of his house, it always found its way to him again. Eventually he grew tired of constantly dealing with it and just let it take up residence in his hat. It’s delighted little eyes always poking out of the top. Fran eventually evolved it not long after he acquired a new hat.

Though I don’t have an idea for how he acquired Mimikyu and I do have the hc that Fran is for some unknown reason is the only known person capable of looking under Mimikyu’s disguise without it having any negative affect on him. Not even Belphegor or Mukuro are willing to personally test their luck in that regard.

Hatterene are scary and near impossible for the average person to approach without provoking. However Fran’s monotonous disposition and overall lack of outward emotion made him unintentionally cross paths with one. Though he had no desire to catch or battle it he noticed it had intently started following him. It had never encountered a human that didn’t instantly agitate it and that made it curious.(She also just liked his big silly hat) He didn’t particularly like the idea of having such an aggressive and volatile pokemon in his possession but he also didn’t want it following him through places filled with people that could potentially provoke it, not that he was concerned it might attack other people, he just didn't want it to attack him. So he made a compromise to take it with him while in the safety of a ball, and it surprisingly obliged.

There is ONE perk though. Hatterene HATES Belphegor. He’s loud and hostile and his vibes are terrible. He is everything Hatterenes hate in a human. If Fran tries to use Hatterene in battle while Bel is nearby it will turn it’s focus straight to him. Sometimes Fran does it on purpose because honestly Bel deserves it majority of the time. Her Fairy typing also directly counters Bel’s favored dark type.

Belphegor- Gonna be honest, I’ve tried to put a lot of thought into Bel for this AU but he is incredibly difficult to work with. It’s hard for me to assign him pokemon because I just can’t seem to find any that are good enough to fit his vibes. Or in his case bad enough. The main thing I decided for him was that he would have a focus on dark types and two of his pokemon would be a shiny Absol and the exception to his preference, Gengar. Alolan Persian, Deino, Weavile, and Skuntank are pretty solid contenders but i’m not 100% on all of them yet. Tho I do like the idea of both of the twins having meowth, Bel ending up with alolan persian and Rasiel ending up with Kantonian Persian.

Absol’s are considered bad omens, bringers of disaster and death, and that is exactly what comes to those whose paths are crossed by this crimson visage. It’s presence is a warning that it’s master is near. Bel has had this fearsome partner since he was a child, it’s first appearance before him marking the “death” of his brother. Since then Bel has been a beacon for disaster, anywhere he goes he happily brings death with him, and that is why Absol is never far from his side. Always there to be a warning, or a threat, to those who venture too close or are unfortunate enough to have Bel’s sights set on them.

The exception to his preference in dark types is Gengar. He liked it’s vibe and got it as a direct response to Fran’s Hatterene being a constant pain. Though head-to-head it does come down more to skill than typing since both have disadvantage and weakness against the other. Generally they tend to be pretty even in power.(when you don’t consider the fact that Fran doesn’t really put much effort into battles.)

Chrome- Chrome isn’t one for battle when it comes to pokemon and doesn’t really have a preference. For Chrome her pokemon are therapeutic and a source of comfort in her day to day. Her pokemon are Musharna, Sylveon, Togetic, Shiny Audino, Kirlia, and Gothorita. Pokemon that specialize in soothing the fears and anxiety of their trainers, and bringing them happiness. Her very first partner was a Munna.

It isn’t uncommon for doctors to use pokemon as assistants for a variety of medical treatments. Though they were not exclusive to that ward, munna were often found in the pediatric ward at night. They provided assurance and comfort to recovering children, soothing their dreams and eating away the nightmares. Though there was little hope she would survive, Chrome had one assigned to her bedside. A small comfort during what would likely be her last few nights. Her moments of consciousness were short and scarce, so her dreams were all she had left.

Up until Mukuro’s odd intervention, Munna remained snug by her side. It would sometimes visit her in her dreams, providing some company within her peaceful, yet lonely world. After all what company could she dream of if everyone had abandoned her? When she awakened and had miraculously stabilized due to Mukuro’s aid she just so happened to take the Munna with her on her way out of the hospital.

Ryohei- While not one I tend to think too much on and I dont have a full party thought out for him, I recently decided I like the idea of him having Mega-Lopunny. I know that seems like an odd choice, because it is, everyone thinks it's an odd pokemon for him to have, including himself, but under no circumstances would he ever consider removing it from his team because it was a gift.

When his little sister Kyoko became a trainer the first thing she did was try to find a pokemon she could give to her big brother as a gift, as a way of showing him she was capable of catching pokemon on her own and to thank him for helping her get to that point. At the time Buneary felt like a good fit in her eyes because it was cute and its ears seemed to pack the kinda punch Ryohei liked his pokemon to have.

Ryohei was overjoyed by the gift and didnt question in the slightest why she would give him a normal type when he specialized in fighting types, he was just proud of his sister. His synergy with Lopunny is surprisingly solid as it makes for a good pseudo fighting type, and in it's mega form it not only becomes a proper fighting type it also gains the ability to PUNCH GHOSTS which is cool as hell!

Once Kyoko is a little older she feels kind of embarrassed about her choice given Ryoheis type preference but he insists Lopunny is amazing and gladly shows off it's power to anyone when given the chance, making sure everyone knows it's because of his little sister he has such a powerful partner. This does not help ease her embarrassment. Ryohei eventually returned the favor by gifting her a stufful. Something that suited her that was cute and strong, and also because Haru had one and he knew how much Kyoko loved it.

Bianchi- Instead of going full poison types like I originally planned to, I started liking the idea of her having food themed pokemon that are just kinda wrong. She's the only char I have considered taking some liberties with the canon designs and typing of her pokemon. At the moment I hc her having Alcremie, Vanilluxe, and Tsareena. All "shiny" though people are sure Bianchi's pokemon were not always those sickly off-colors. Their designs would be more warped/melted with tsareena being an exception as she seemed to have a better response to it's trainer-inflicted poison typing. (A G-maxed Alcremie in her possession would be a horrific sight)

Bianchi herself isn't doing this intentionally to her pokemon and also doesn't seem to notice their differences. Her love for her pokemon and the care she provides for them are genuine, they just somehow always end up “wrong”. Their sickly appearances haven't hindered their ability to function in battle and they actually seem to be unusually stronger than their average counterparts.

[sleephyjhs]

You’re sleep deprived (REACTION)

[ requested / masterlist ]

KSJ

Your head followed Jin’s shoulders as they bounced up and down. Using his shoulders as a pillow wasn’t unusual for you. He had just told his 1000th dad joke of the evening; any other night you wouldnt have found them as funny as you did.

As his laughing slowed, he looked over to see you struggling to stop, “You never laugh this much at my jokes, what’s wrong?”

Between deep breathes, you struggled to say, “Nothing.. I can’t breathe.. I think I’m overtired.”

“You must be if you’re laughing this hard,” he couldn’t help but become endeared at your beaming, yet sleepless face, “how about we get you to bed? It’s looking late.”

“Hmm okay!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s broad shoulders. He hoisted you into his arms with no diffculty and hurriedly carried you up the stairs.

Without hesitation, after he’d tucked you into your bed, Jin wrapped your figure in thick blankets to shield you from the cold, and left you to sleep. Not of course, without leaving a warm kiss on your forehead.

MYG

You’d spent most of your morning relaxing in Yoongi’s studio at the company. He’d been working on a new song and was desperate to get your opinion on it. Just a few final tweaks and it would be done.

The night before, you’d received close to no sleep at all. Coming to the end of your first trimester of pregnancy meant your constant sickness was starting to fade away. But not quick enough.

Not being the type to disturb someone else, you suffered in the bathroom with your sickness until the morning. Now, your lack of sleep was finally catching up to you.

As Yoongi played you his new song, you couldn’t help but flutter your eyes. They ached just by being open, “Honey? Are you tired? Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

You weren’t surprised he didn’t hear you the night before, but of course, he could sleep through an apocalypse, “No, I was so sick.”

“Lay down there. Catch some sleep now.”

“No, you’re working on music and I’m just in the way. I’ll go sleep in the lounge or somewhere.” You argued, standing slowly to avoid inducing more sickness.

“Thank god for headphones then. Please, just stay. There’s blankets and pillows there. Let me know if you need anything,” knowing Yoongi was always prepared reassured you for the coming months. His presence was comfort enough.

JHS

Whenever you had a spare few hours between work shifts, you’d join Hoseok in the dance studio. It’s how you met, and so you’d often use dance to reconnect with one another after a long day.

However today, you were more exhausted than usual. Before you, you watched Hobi’s blurred figure compromise different movements as he counted out the beats. Your eyes couldn’t help but fall to the floor as your heavy eyelids covered them.

“Does that look okay?” He asked, but you couldn’t reply. You heard his question, but an answer didn’t occur to you until a few seconds later.

“Huh? Sorry..” was all you could mumble. With effort, you raised your head to look at Hoseok in the eye, and of course, he was clearly concerned about you.

“You look so tired, would you like to call it a night and get home?” You could barely manage to nod at his prompt, “Come on, jagi.”

He linked his arm in yours, gathered your coats and bags and lead you out from the company building and into the car park. To you, the short trip took what seemed like several weeks.

Hoseok cranked up the heating and handed you a blanket he kept in the boot of his car, “It’s always busy this time of night, maybe get some sleep on the way home? I’ll drive smoothly, I promise.”

KNJ

You followed Namjoon closely as he toured the bookstore. Equally, the pair of you both loved books, but you’d simply couldn’t find the energy to search for your next big read.

Namjoon read different blurbs to you and made his judging comments on each of them. Usually, his witty analogies of different plots and summaries made you giggle but in that moment, you’d have way preferred a bed to a book.

“You usually pick up at least a couple of books. What’s up, do you just not feel like reading?” Namjoon asked you halfway through your widest yawn that afternoon.

“Reading would make me even more tired but I don’t think that’s possible.” You muttered, linking your arm with his and resting your head on his shoulders, “I’m okay though, take your time.”

Although you couldn’t see, Namjoon’s eyes thinned as he smiled at your drowsy slur. His cheeks folded into dimples as he thought about how to help you.

He glanced at the selection of books he carried in his right arm, “We’ll get these and go, okay? You need rest so that’s what I’ll get you.”

PJM

Once a week, you and Jimin liked to take the time to cook together. Neither of you were particularly gourmet level, however your skills put together always made for an interesting meal.

Today, Jimin was in charge. He had found a new recipe to try and so to make sure things ran as smoothly as they could, you split the workload equally.

Midway through stirring together some kind of mixture, you began to feel a rare drowsiness filter through you. It was hardly mid-afternoon, surely you weren’t already exhausted?

“Go lay down, honey,” The slowing of your stirring must have told Jimin something wasn’t right. Any other day you would have known your unresponsive state would worry him, “I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

“No it’s okay, I’m okay. There’s so much to do, you can’t do it alone.” You insisted, using the very last of your willpower to finish the stirring.

“Look, you’re virtually finished. I promise you, I can finish this. Let me surprise you, for once?” The joking pout he formed was easily enough to convince you. Jimin knew too well your soft spot for casual aegyo.

KTH

This was your first time flying privately with Taehyung and the boys. Their latest tour kickstarted in Brazil, and as you had never been before, Taehyung convinced his management to allow you to join them.

The whole crew of staff and members flooded the private waiting lounge and inevitably caused a gentle bustle of chat and laughter. You tried hard to focus on what Tae was telling you; the last you could remember he was explaining the concept of his new favourite album.

You hated coming across as though you were uninterested, but in reality, you were just exhausted. By knowing him a few years, you knew Taehyung didn’t like to be ignored when talking about something he loved, and so trying to regain attention was your main priority.

“Are you listening?” Taehyung whispered into your empty ear (the other filled with the melodies of obscure music). His soothing, deeper voice certainly didn’t help your drowsy state of mind.

“I’m trying, I really am. I’m just exhausted Tae, that’s all.” You worried that your apology would sound like a lazy excuse, but instead, his covered arm slipped around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

“We won’t leave you here, I promise. Take a quick nap, and then you can get some good rest on the way there. Sound good?”

His raspy voice still sounded better than the music he played you, “Sounds good.”

JJK

If there’s one thing you knew for certain about Jungkook, it’s that he hates to lose. Which was unfortunate for him, as you also hated to lose. Playing video games was dangerous for you two, as you were both as competitive as the other.

Despite this, you, without fail, managed to hook him up to a different games console in his spare him and thrash him at any game he liked. Most of the time, he chose Mario Kart, as he considered himself to be the better driver.

After several rounds and several losses from both of you, you decided to hold a tie breaker match. It would hardly be 3 minutes; it couldn’t possibly impact the exhaustion you already felt.

What you’d failed to tell Jungkook was that your longer shifts this week were finally beginning to catch up with you. It would hurt you to turn down his end-of-week gaming tournament.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” He placed his hand above your knee in hopes to gain you attention a different way, “Would you like to call it a tie this time?”

“What? No, no. It’s okay, let’s go.” It wasn’t okay, another minute really would be pushing you but you were still determined to beat him nonetheless.

You unintentionally zoned out again, and to break your daze, Jungkook swept a blankets around you and plumped the pillows on your other side, “I promise you we’ll rematch when you wake up. I also promise that I won’t let you win.”

( i changed your request a lil as i found it a bit difficult to vary in plots, but i hope this is still okay! )

[captaincoffeegirl515]

I just saw the live-action Mulan movie, and in short, it sucked.

It’s not worth the money! Not worth the 37 dollars you’ll need to pay so that you can merely rent the movie. Don’t worry, I pirated it. I didn’t give Disney any money, and I’m writing this so you won’t have to as well.

To think, my mom was so excited about this film especially since we are Chinese and the animated Mulan film was one of her favourite Disney films. But throughout the film, we were disappointed again and again.

First of all, the directing, camera work, pacing, and editing was terrible. The pacing of the movie was all over the place. The fight scenes especially, were so erratic and badly put together. Either they’d have the scene move at a normal pace but would cut and change to a new angle or perspective multiple times until you can barely tell if there were any hits or what they were doing. Or they would do slow-mo and do a zoom-in on Mulan’s blank, stiff face.

They had Donnie Yen, a famous martial artist and actor, doing some incredible swordsmanship and martial arts in front of the soldiers but then they ruined it by constantly cutting away from him to some random blank-faced soldier. What wasted potential!

Did I mention the blank faces. Everyone looked so stiff during the movie, barely any proper acting done. This was especially obvious with the Witch, whose face barely seems to move. The most emotional I saw her was when she had teary eyes, but still, the rest of her face stayed smooth.

My biggest problem lay with the fact that they took the sexism of the animated Mulan movie and managed to crank it up to a thousand. The whole concept of chi/qi was wrong. For starters, real chi lies in everyone, and it does not give you superpowers or suddenly makes you a good fighter. But in the movie, apparently only men can use chi and gain superpowers, and that if a woman somehow had chi then she’s a witch and must be outcast or killed. And it made it seem like the only reason Mulan could keep up with the men or be better than them was because she had these superpowers. I honestly have no words to express my anger and disappointment at this.

I understand they removed Mushu in the live action since it was offensive to Chinese mythology. But replacing it with a phoenix based on Greek mythology?? That made no sense. And not only that, the CGI was terrible. Not only did it look obviously fake, my siblings and I all felt like the phoenix was made of paper. One of them joked that it was a kite. The coloring also reminded me of the bird in Wings of Time that I saw in Sentosa Singapore.

Btw, Chinese don’t have any concept of witches or witch hunts. Lord knows why Disney tried to put more Western concepts when they wanted to make an Asian movie.

Moving on to the characters and their chemistry. In short, there was none. Little to none actually. I don’t understand why Honghui was supposed to be her love interest. No chemistry and barely any meaningful interactions. They met with him insulting her and continuing to insult her throughout most of their scenes. The “love interest” also spent a lot of his time staring at Mulan like one of those creepy perverts that you try your best to ignore. Is this really the kind of lesson you want to teach kids?

And Ling? Yao? Chien-po? What happened to them? Their names were barely mentioned and their characterizations were so one-dimensional. There were not enough scenes building them up as proper characters, which made them easily forgettable. Because of this, we also had trouble telling all of the soldiers apart, and this includes Honghui and Cricket. Cricket was initially mistaken as Chien-po. There was even less time emphasizing their friendship with Mulan. I also didn’t understand why the need to add Cricket in the movie as another soldier. Disney still didn’t give him any proper growth or arc beyond that one shining moment with the arrow. I also didn’t understand why he suddenly decided to play dead at the end of the corridor fight. Another “dramatic moment” that fell flat.

Where do I begin with the Witch? Shan Yu was an incredible bad guy already. Why did they try to make his falcon human and have her as a witch? For the most part, it seemed like she was just there to drive down the movie’s point that women should be subjugated. She had the power to kill Bori Khan easily, but… chose not to because she thought he would help make her not an outcast?? And even when she changed sides, instead of idk killing Bori Khan when he tried to shoot Mulan, she just… flew… in front of… the arrow… and died. Wow.

What was Bori Khan’s revenge supposed to be anyways? For the most part, it looked like he was trying to slow-cook the Emperor. Like what was up with the random forges and the 2 inch pool of lava?? Were forges back then even hot enough to make lava and have it stay red hot the whole time even when it was in that pool?? Also, swords do NOT melt that fast.

Also, the part where Bori Khan was talking to the captured Emperor was so unintentionally funny. Like at the end of every sentence he would just suddenly make sparks with his weapon at the Emperor’s face. If it was a one-time thing, it would have been fine. But he just… kept… doing it. And with every strike I just started laughing more and more.

The Emperor was… something. Of course he was probably one of the men who has chi powers judging by his sleeve attacks. Honestly, that part felt so random, my siblings and I were all laughing and going “what??”. His voice was so clearly dubbed in, and badly done. He also seemed to have been given the clunkiest dialogue in the movie. I also miss the scene in the animated movie where Shan Yu tells the Emperor to bow down to him and the Emperor replies, “No matter how strong the wind blows, the mountain cannot bow down to it.” because that line was awesome.

The sister’s character was also completely unnecessary. According to Disney, she’s to showcase Mulan’s devotion to her family and give her more motivation to do what she does. But?? She took her father's place in the war to protect him?? Wasn’t the whole point of her story is her pretending to be a man to protect her father from certain death?? Is that not already a huge motivational factor and shows her devotion to her family??

Does anyone else also find it weird that when Mulan was in the army, everyone referred to her by her full name? Like everyone had their first names and were called that, but for Mulan it was always Hua Jun? Btw for those not aware, with Chinese names, the surname is at the beginning. Hua is Mulan’s surname. So shouldn’t they be calling her simply as Jun??

Moving on, I have to bring attention to several of the changes in the movie. It’s like they cut out all the scenes that gave the movie an emotional impact and replaced it with bland scenes that didn’t add to the story at all. Her decision to take her father’s place in the war and steal his armor was replaced with some weird thing about her getting lost and the phoenix having to bail her out.

The incredible moment when Mulan gets the arrow from the top of the post was replaced by bringing two buckets to the top of the mountain. Anyone who is strong and determined enough would have been able to do that. With the arrow, she needed to think and strategize, using the weights to help carry her up. With the buckets, she just used her chi superpowers.

The drama and shock as the happily-singing soldiers come upon the destroyed village becomes a drawn-out traveling scene that has the General asking Mulan to marry his daughter, and then cuts to the army at the village.

The scene where it looked like Shang was going to kill Mulan but then he spares her because she saved his life is gone completely since they decided to split Shang into two characters instead. Even Mulan’s line where she says, “You believe Ping, why not Mulan?” was given to Honghui instead, robbing Mulan of her moment.

Honestly, there was no need for the Witch and her fight scene with Mulan, but apparently in the movie, chi is weakened by dishonesty. It’s weird that the Witch is even telling her that since they’re supposedly enemies, and telling her about the dishonesty will make Mulan stronger.

Another thing is Disney’s weirdly intense focus on arranged marriages and matchmaking, with multiple characters mentioning whether or not they are matched or asking others if they are. Even at the end, the sister goes “oh I am matched”. I didn’t see the point of having that in the movie.

I almost forgot about the trebuchet/catapult! The Rourans are supposed to be a Nomadic people. Where are they finding the time and energy to drag that gigantic thing around? I also have to mention that the Rourans had some incredibly good aim when firing at the soldiers but missed by a long shot when they fired at where Mulan was hiding. That was… dumb, to say the least.

How did Mulan even get there anyways? And how did she carry all those helmets with only two hands? I’m even giving her some leeway because there are people who can control a horse with just their legs. The actress for Mulan also has clearly never fired an arrow before and was not given training for it. The way she loaded the arrows and how her fingers sprung open like that screamed CGI arrows

And now I’m remembering the random horse gymnastics the Rourans used to turn around on their horse so that they could fire arrows while riding. It looked cool, yes, but I don’t think that was the most efficient way to turn around.

Back to the fight scene, Mulan managed to go from chasing the Rourans into the mountains and fighting the Witch, to back to where her army was, then somehow teleported to a different mountain behind where the Rourans were. She also somehow outran an avalanche?? She also killed her own men in that avalanche. Not the best plan in my opinion.

Ultimately, Mulan’s growth and arc to become a soldier and hero of China was undermined by the fact that she was already perfect due to her chi powers. There was no need for her to grow and train because her chi made her strong, her chi made her skillful. And because of this, she lost her relatability. I hate to say this, but she became a Marysue.

I don’t know where to put this but Mulan’s makeup and outfit for the matchmaker scene was the ugliest thing I have ever seen. Green eyebrows?? Really?? What happened to her face? What happened to her dress? Everyone’s costumes also felt unrealistically colorful for a poor farming village.

Lastly, I’m sure many of you know that Disney worked with, credited, and gave thanks to the Xinjiang authorities. Those authorities are responsible for imprisoning up to TWO MILLION Uighur Muslims in concentration camps, forcing them to learn and be patriotic about China’s communist doctrine and propoganda, not allowing them to practice their faith, and subjecting them to horrific conditions, torture, sexual abuse, forced sterilization, brainwashing, and other abuses.

To end this overly wordy review, I don’t understand why Disney would willingly get so much wrong. They tried very hard to make changes and appeal to the Chinese audience but refused to have Chinese creators to help with the screenplay, directing, costume and makeup, etc. Now all they’ve done is alienate said audience.

[disfordevineaux]

If ur still doing that request thing? I’m not really into romantic love, I’m more of a paternal love kinda gal. (I can’t tell if it’s daddy issues or not) Our dear inspector Devineaux as a father? It can be headcannon or what his kid does while he’s out trying to find LA FEMME ROUGE! If you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine.

Devineaux as a father headcanons:

(A really good headcanon post from someone else I will link HERE) wow and this gif has no relation to him being a dad so I have no idea why it is there.

I must admit I don’t often think about Chase as a father, not even a father figure. He wouldn’t deem himself to be a good one and never strode in that direction. Although, I can’t help but think about Zack unintentionally wanting Chase to be his second cool dad who smokes a whole cigarette in a single gulp, can grow a beard in 0.9 seconds, would punch god if pissed off enough, cries in the shower and suppresses his feelings. But ill see what I can do. It’s nice to think of someone going soft for a babbie.

Now if I’m honest I don’t think he’ll ever be comfortable having kids. I think it would take a lot for him to warm up to the idea.

But it would instantly cure his perpetual loneliness. 

No matter the gender (or absence of gender) of the child, it will take after their father in the height department as well as inherit his facial structure. I feel like the only truly dominate things about Devineaux are his genes.

On that, he worries that the child may inherit his more, volatile tendencies. He knows he’s a bit of a wreck and isn’t sure if he was born that way or environmental factors moulded him so. Luckily for him, a shitty upbringing was mostly responsible for that.

Look we all know once the child is here, born into the world it’s like a switch flicks on in his brain. He gets is now, the appeal, how soft they are, the way they smell like warmth and how teeny tiny they are.

Will become very easily flustered when the child won’t stop crying, is sick or any kind of distress. He thinks it’s his fault, that he did something or the child can sense his horribleness and has no idea how to quell the pain their child feels.

His child will be so strong-headed and outspoken in a positive way Chase will have no idea how this child is his as when he was a kid everything he did was shrouded in a negative hate cloud of self-deprecation.

He would throw himself into a fire if it would make his child smile for even a second.

Makes sure he sets a good positive example for them to follow despite hoping they don’t end up like him. Children are sponges and he wants to make sure they soak up only good things.

For someone so ridged to everyone else, his child could get away with murder and he would be oblivious, especially when they are young.

When they are older he is actually able to doll out punishments for misbehaviour but ends up caving in and lets them go. Isn’t a pushover but isn’t not a pushover.

He is just too soft for his child and the bearer and/or other parent of said child.

A certified child carrier™. Carries his child anywhere and everywhere because he can, he likes it and honestly doesn’t want his precious baby walking on the dirty ground when they deserve to be high up and observing the world to their heart’s content.

Gives them everything he never had: Unconditional love and support.

Invested in every aspect of their life to their child’s dismay at times. Just wants to know everything. Kind of nosey.

Always ready to go hard at any physical interest the kid may have in support of it. Be it a sport, hobby or passing interest.

Has the energy to match his child at any time. Never got to fully burn it all out when he was a kid so now’s a better time than any.

Begs with every part of his soul for his child to make friends and be well-liked and hope they didn’t inherit his social ineptitude.

Will always wish they stayed between the ages of 3-7 because he misses how squishy and clingy they were.

DO I HAVE TO EVEN SAY IT? Protective. Helicopter parent on a ‘’don’t you dare touch my fucking child or ill make sure you have to live 600 meters from any school, park or shopping centre for the rest of your life’’.

Not that he would drop work completely (if still working for Interpol) but I feel like he would want to. He has a burning passion for detective work and work in general so I think he’d take years off work if he could without losing his position.

If he does work anytime soon after the child is born he is the first one out the door to get home and see them again. Will not take on any extra work out of fear that it may interrupt his time with the child in any way. (even if that may be hard at first)

Would take his baby to work and has official signage up saying that if anyone tries to touch his child they have to fill out the appropriate paperwork first.

(I’d like to show my true colours here and say this is mad Chasulia vibes. Julia would have drafted the paperwork after Chase insisted they have a physical scheme to stop people from initiating contact with their baby.)

Okay, guys just don’t go near his kid okay unless you want to be taken out in your sleep by Mr Devineaux.

French is the main language between them. It’s his native tongue after all.

Will teach his child swear words and rude sayings in multiple languages because it’s funny to see a tiny little child using profanity. This will backfire on many occasions.

Just proud of his child and is very open about that fact.

The kid is full of energy and reckless. A runner. Kid runs. Chase runs after them every time and always prevails.

Father cuddles any time of the day and night we all know it to be true.

Work Chase and Parent Chase are two different people even when worlds collide.

His child will spend most of their time at school hyping and bragging about their father being a secret agent because there is NO WAY ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH he doesn’t tell his kid stories about that stuff. Chase can’t keep secrets from his kid.

Their child would instantly punch anyone who says they are lying about his dad being a super agent. Chase is concerned that this is definitely one of his traits but gosh darn it, he can’t ignore being proud of his kid for standing up for themselves (even if in a bad way). No one steps on a Devineaux and walk away without a dented face.

When his child is older I like to think they deem their father as a hero. They can’t help it and they aren’t fully wrong. They just admire him not really because of his work achievements or anything like that but for always just being there and constantly loving. Wholesome stuff.

In the end, he was a really good supportive parent who tried their best to achieve the impossible: Raising a child when one is really still a child themselves.

(I couldn’t think of anything good for what the child does when Chase is away. I’m sorry)

[anotherkpopvictim]

Into a New World (Through the Gate) - BTS OT7 Fantasy Story Chapter 3

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A/N: I’m back again. I hope you enjoy the new chapter :)

Relationship: BTS X BTS

Rating: T

Words: 3480

Hurt/comfort, fluff, fantasy

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Chapter 3: I Don’t Know About the Stranger

Worldbuilding note on shapeshifters: Shapeshifters, or were-shifters, are a supernatural species that have both a human form and a wolf form that they can morph between. Shifters are born from other shifters, not turned from humans like vampires or witches. Their physical strength is matched only by vampires and a select few higher-ranking demons. As they are part wolf, shapeshifters are extremely territorial creatures that would do anything to protect the lives of those they love.

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“So, how much do you wanna bet that the others are locked up in the bedroom and that’s why they haven’t been responding to us today?”

“I don’t know, hyung. I think maybe they just fell asleep.”

“I hope that’s not what they’re doing. Yoongi and Jungkook don’t even need to sleep for goodness sake.”

“You may be right about them having...um, you know, though. Jimin’s insatiable at the best of times.”

“Aw! Tae, it’s so cute that you still can’t say the word ‘sex’ even with all the things you’ve done with us-”

“Hyyuunnggg! Don’t tease me! I just don’t like saying stuff like that!”

Namjoon listened to Seokjin and Taehyung bickering quietly with each other, a gentle smile on his face as he pulled up into the driveway of their home. Parking next to the second vehicle in their garage, the other two wasted no time unbuckling and getting out. Seokjin was now mumbling to himself about what he should make for dinner and Taehyung was clearly excited to see the rest of their pack after their workday, neither of these things being anything out of the norm.

Namjoon walked through the door behind the other two and had just hung the car keys on its hook by the closet when he froze in his movements, feeling like he’d been stunned.

The last thing that he expected when walking into his own home tonight was to smell the light scent of mandarin and ginger lingering in the air along with the familiar scents of the rest of his pack members. Though the new scent wasn’t unpleasant by any means, it was undoubtedly the scent of a stranger.

As an alpha, his protective instincts immediately went into overdrive. He grabbed Taehyung and Seokjin both firmly by their forearms and tugged them behind him. They looked up at him with surprise and worry in their eyes.

“Intruder,” Namjoon managed out in a growl.

Seokjin tipped his head slightly and picked up the same scent a moment later, his eyes narrowing. “There’s a stranger in our nest. Who is in our nest?”

Taehyung, who as a witch didn’t carry the same enhanced sense of smell as the other two did, was still eyeing them with a confused and concerned expression. “What are you talking about? A stranger?”

“It’s alright, Joon-ah,” a voice came from the top of the staircase. Yoongi swiftly made his way down the steps with a grace and smoothness only vampires tended to hold, eyes never once leaving the two agitated shapeshifters in the foyer.

The three of them that had just returned home for the day were still wearing what they had been this morning. Namjoon in his tan pants and light blue, striped dress shirt, his light brown hair softly styled. Seokjin in dark dress pants and a blue dress shirt, glassed perched on the bridge of his nose (Namjoon and Seokjin’s look). Taehyung in his all-black look for the day - from his black dress shoes to his black pants and his black turtle neck, topped off with one of his favorite black coats, because he wasn’t as naturally warm-blooded as his shapeshifter pack mates. His dark, long, slightly wavy locks finished off the look. (Taehyung’s look).

Yoongi approached them all with a calm and collected expression, immediately giving the tense trio a sense of relief. The vampire gave a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll explain the situation, but the man in our house is of no threat to us at the moment,” Yoongi assured.

“At the moment?” Namjoon repeated, eyes searching. His wolf was still on high alert, protective over his pack mates’ safety.

“So there is someone here?” Taehyung questioned, surprised. “We haven’t had a guest since Jungkook turned.”

Taking care of a newly turned vampire was no easy task, as it required great patience to teach them control. That’s why Sires were so important; without them, fledglings would go on bloodthirsty rampages and kill innocent people. Five to ten years was what was required by law for a fledgling to learn to fully control themselves.

Seven years after being turned, Jungkook was pretty much fully in control of his instincts, but they had kept him away from others for most of that time, only seeing a few select friends of the pack. Having someone unknown show up out of the blue like this couldn’t have been predicted by any of them.

“There is,” Yoongi confirmed, giving Taehyung a small smile. Then he turned and locked eyes with Namjoon once more, anticipating his discontent. “A fairy.”

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“Have his magic energy levels risen at all since he’s been asleep?” Taehyung asked, a worried furrow to his brow.

Once Namjoon and Seokjin had been placated enough to sit down at the dining room table and listen to the full story, Yoongi ran them through the day’s quite unusual events. The two were-shifters were still obviously hesitant about their unexpected visitor, but Taehyung could only focus on the orange fairy’s apparent sickness.

Yoongi shook his head in response to Taehyung’s question. “Jimin has been keeping an eye on him for a few hours and he only seems to be getting worse despite being in what should be a deep, healing sleep.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Seokjin said, saying what they were all thinking.

Magic energy was a finicky thing. Each individual being held a different magic threshold, much like different sized gas tanks fueling a car. Some lucky creatures could use their magic pretty much endlessly and never run out, while other, more unfortunate beings could only use their magic for minutes at a time before needing to take a break and recharge.

Every supernatural creature learned from an early age that as it was one of the only ways they as immortal beings could die, low magic energy was avoided at all costs. Each person learned their threshold of magic and most didn’t dare to use up more than fifty percent of their energy at one time.

Despite every individual’s magic energy being unique, the cases of low magic energy were extremely rare and usually fixed with a few days of rest and good food.

If this fairy - Hoseok - had happened to experience low magic energy and had not improved even the slightest bit in the seven or eight hours he’d been unconscious, and in fact was only getting worse, this was a case pretty much unheard of. Things were looking concerning for the stranger.

“Let me take a look at him,” the witch insisted. “I might be able to help him. If it’s a matter of overuse of magic, there’s a chance that I can get him back on his feet with the right potions.”

Yoongi agreed easily with a hum, though his hopes for a simple potion working to help the fairy certainly weren’t as high as Taehyung’s. “Perhaps Hoseok-ssi’s emotions were unintentionally sucking up all of his magic.” Hopefully, it was a simple fix like that.

“Well, I guess we’ll see,” Taehyung continued, “Fairies are especially resilient when it comes to handling their magic. I’m surprised that this could have been enough to cause such damage to his energy.”

“Are you sure this isn’t a trick, Yoongi-hyung?” Namjoon finally asked, unable to keep the question in any longer. “Do you really think this Hoseok guy is trustworthy?”

Yoongi gave a sigh and a shrug, “I honestly don’t know, Joon-ah. I didn’t get any bad vibes from him and Jimin seemed content when he read his aura...but you know that there’s always a part of me that’s hesitant to trust so easily.”

“As much as the feeling of a stranger in our house makes me uncomfortable, the man is obviously in no position to harm us,” Seokjin admitted. “When he heals we’ll just have to keep a very close eye on him. Then we can send him on his way.”

Yoongi bit his lip, looking for just a moment reluctant at the omega’s words, before his expression shifted back to neutral the next second. No one but Seokjin seemed to catch it, though it was difficult to get anything past the oldest member of their pack. “Yes, I think that’s best.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes at the vampire suspiciously but ultimately decided not to press the matter.

“Well, let me see if I can do anything to speed up that healing process,” Taehyung said, standing up from the dining room chair. The witch had shucked his long black coat before they came to the kitchen to sit down, so he was left in just his pants and dark sweater. The other three watched as he hurried out of the room, that familiar determination that they had seen time and time again settled on his soft facial features.

The three oldest members of the pack glanced at each other before Namjoon spoke up reluctantly. “I suppose Seokjin and I should meet the person who’s going to be a guest of ours for a while.”

Seokjin gave a nod in agreement and without any other words, they followed Yoongi down the maze of hallways.

When the trio reached the guest bedroom, they found Jungkook with an obviously worried expression on his face sitting on the sofa at the far end of the room. Jimin was trying to soothe the maknae with gentle words and scratches on the back of his head, but it seemed to be in vain.

Taehyung was already perched on the side of the queen-sized guest bed, hovering over a man with unmistakable orange hair and gently carved features. The witch’s hand was pressed to the fairy’s chest, a light blue glow emanating from his fingers. Taehyung’s eyes were shut and he had a slight furrow to his brow as he searched for the cause of the low magic energy levels.

Namjoon regarded the unconscious fairy with caution, but just as Yoongi had said, he couldn’t find any sign of ill intentions anywhere on the man’s features. Not that he could do anything to really harm them at the moment, as the omega had pointed out earlier.

Seokjin was slightly surprised to find that familiar need to nurture welling up inside of him at the sight of the stranger, urging him to swaddle the fairy in blankets and feed him chicken noodle soup until he recovered. It was an odd feeling to have for someone he didn’t know, especially because Seokjin, in the long time he’d lived, had only ever really felt that way about his birth family and his current five boyfriends. No one else.

“Are you finding anything, hyung?” Jungkook asked Taehyung as he fiddled nervously with his fingers, his voice unsteady. “Can you help him?”

Namjoon and Seokjin were a little shocked by how upset their maknae appeared to be at the stranger’s condition. The young vampire had always been quite a sensitive little thing, even when he was human. He had once come to his hyungs bawling his eyes out because he’d accidentally stepped on a caterpillar. However, the current look lingering in Jungkook’s wide eyes told them that this was something different than just being the caring, pure-hearted person he was. Something more.

Before either of the shapeshifters could think much further on that, the glow from Taehyung’s magic faded and he pulled his hand away from the man’s chest. A careful expression came over his face as he reopened his eyes, tucking the blanket back snugly back over Hoseok’s chest before he turned back to his lovers who were waiting in silence for the verdict. “Well,” he began, “It’s not quite as simple as we’d hoped. A potion certainly won’t cure this.”

The expressions on each of their faces differed, from caution to heartbreak.

“So, it’s not because of overuse of magic? Or shock?” Jimin inquired.

Taehyung shook his head. “No, it’s not.”

“Well, then what is it?” Namjoon questioned, wracking his brain for any other information he had on the situation. “Not much else could cause this except maybe-”

“-a curse,” Taehyung finished solemnly.

They all fell silent once more at those words. The thought of a cursed stranger in their house only furthered Namjoon’s instinct to throw the threat out.

“I-I’m cursed?” Six heads whipped around to look at Hoseok, who had startled them all with his low, croaky voice. The fairy’s tired eyes were settled on a color between light brown and peach, somehow still appearing bright despite his exhausted state. Hoseok smiled exhaustedly, “Um, hi. You must be the rest of Jungkook-ah’s hyungs.”

Namjoon felt unimaginably tense and tongue-tied, unable to respond to the fairy in any way. So he was thankful when Seokjin stepped forward with a welcoming smile. “Hello, Hoseok-ssi. Yes, I’m Seokjin, this is Namjoon, and the one tending to you is Taehyung.”

Hoseok gave him the best smile and dip of his head he could manage in greeting before he turned back to Taehyung cautiously. “A curse, you said?”

The witch felt it was unfortunate that the first words he ever spoke directly to this rather handsome man weren’t going to be good ones. “Yes,” he replied sympathetically. “Your magic energy levels are consistently dropping despite the fact that you’re obviously not still using your magic.”

“I haven’t used my magic since last night, and even then it wasn’t much,” Hoseok replied with a shake of his head, confused. “I thought my levels were low because of shock or something.”

“While I can tell that your body unconsciously used some of your magic to aid you through your shock, it was not enough to cause such significantly low magic levels,” Taehyung explained. “In witch terms, your magic is cloudy, and it’s trying to reject me. That is the sign of a curse. For such a dark spell, it must have been an extremely powerful being that cast it.”

The fairy shook his head in disbelief at the new information. “But...how? When?”

“I’m not sure,” the witch replied. “This is not exactly something that shows up in a witch’s typical book of spells. I’ll have to look further into it.”

“Tae, you said that his levels keep getting lower and lower,” Jungkook commented hesitantly. “Does that mean you can’t help him?”

Taehyung dropped his gaze to the bed guiltily, “No, I can’t. I’m nowhere near strong enough to cast a curse like that, let alone reverse one. I can concoct a few potions that will act as boosters for his magic energy levels to keep him stable for a few days, but we’ll have to try and contact an older witch for assistance. I might know someone...” he trailed off in thought.

“You guys...” Hoseok started, his words slightly slurred now as he got sleepy once more. “You guys would help me so selflessly?”

“Of course, Hoseok-hyung,” Jimin stated, moving closer to the bed so he could hold the orange fairy’s hand. “We’re not going to let you go through this alone.”

“Yeah, we’ll be right here,” Jungkook agreed with a nod.

“THAT IS IT!” Everyone was shocked at Namjoon’s sudden, uncharacteristic outburst. His wolf eyes glinted with rage in the dim lights of the room as all attention fell on him. “Listen to the things the maknaes have been saying! He’s manipulated them and got them wrapped around his finger already!” The shapeshifter stalked forwards until he was pushing the fairy’s shoulders harshly into the bed. “Who do you think you are-”

“Hyung!”

“Oh my god!”

“Namjoon!”

Yoongi and Jungkook were on either side of Namjoon in the blink of an eye, grasping firmly at his arms and pulling him away from Hoseok. When they had backed up far enough from the bed, Seokjin moved in front of the alpha, cupping his face in his hands.

“Calm yourself down, Joon-ah,” Seokjin soothed, tapping a bit into the omega side of him to get through to the other. “There is no need to accuse him of such a thing. You know how empathetic and loving our three maknaes are, don’t you? Just because they care doesn’t mean that they’re being manipulated.”

As Namjoon calmed down at the older man’s words, the two vampires began loosening their grip on him. While the alpha had calmed down enough to keep himself under control and understand how much he overreacted, he still felt a strange feeling in his gut about the orange fairy that lay tucked up in their guest bedroom. He couldn’t shake it off.

Namjoon didn’t spare anyone else a glance before he turned around, ripping his arms from the vampires’ holds, and fled the room with loud footsteps.

He burst through the door to his office on the other side of the mansion, stopping in the middle of the room as tried to figure out what to do with himself. It wasn’t much of a surprise when he heard and smelled Seokjin behind him a few seconds later.

The omega closed and locked the door without saying a word, grabbing Namjoon by the arm and guiding him to sit on the large, velvety sofa. Seokjin climbed into his lap without a second thought, long legs folding around the alpha’s waist as he quickly guided Namjoon’s nose to the scent glands on his throat.

The alpha greedily inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla and allowed it to slowly but surely calm him down from his tense state. Namjoon found his hands instinctively running up and down the other’s arms and torso, searching for the perfect place to settle but finding it difficult to choose.

A proud smile tugged at Seokjin’s lips as he felt and heard the younger’s pleased growl against his skin and his hands squeezing at the sides of his waist. The omega leaned down as well and tucked his own nose against Namjoon’s throat, inhaling the familiar musk of lavender and cedarwood.

Anyone who wasn’t a were-shifter would probably think their actions were rather sexually intimate, but the truth was that when their wolves became agitated, scenting their mates or significant others was a good way to calm them down.

Besides being the only shapeshifters in the pack, the two of them had known each other and been together the longest, so they practically read each other like open books now.

“I’m not happy about this,” Namjoon mumbled against the older man’s throat after a few minutes of silence, his voice sounding worried rather than angry as he had been before.

“I know,” Seokjin responded calmly. “I’m not very happy about it either but the man obviously isn’t in a state to hurt any of us.”

“Just - The way the maknaes were talking with him...like they...like they would do anything for him already. That’s not natural.”

“Perhaps,” Seokjin replied. “But Jungkookie attaches to people quickly, it’s not really so strange that he’s so worried about him.”

Namjoon sighed, “I guess...”

“And Jimin...” the omega smiled fondly at the thought of their younger packmate. “I can’t imagine how excited he was to meet another fairy. You know he feels kind of alone sometimes.”

Namjoon knew this well. Though there were some fairies that could be found across Earth, they were few and far between. It didn’t help that the couple of fairies that did live in South Korea weren’t exactly the most friendly or approachable.

“And Taehyungie. Our sweet, ever-caring Taehyung, he just wants to help heal everyone he possibly can.”

“I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?” Namjoon grumbled out, pulling back from the other’s neck enough that they could look at each other.

Though Seokjin couldn’t help but coo at the adorable pout on the alpha’s face and pinch his cheek, he shook his head at his words. “Not an idiot. You’re being an alpha, a protector. It’s a valid reaction to a stranger in our nest.”

“I was too harsh though, wasn’t I?”

Seokjin shrugged, “A little bit. But nothing a good, sincere apology can’t fix.”

Namjoon looked up at him with a hesitant yet hopeful expression. “You really think so?”

The omega smiled before he leaned in to press a quick, reassuring kiss to the younger man’s soft lips. “I really do.”

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A/N: So it sounds like BTS is possibly having a comeback in May though nothing has been officially confirmed yet. Let’s keep our fingers crossed!

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All This Love Is Waiting For You

A/N: Salutations guys! This story was inspired by the song "All This Love" by DeBarge. It’s was very soothing to write too. Possibly a part two that takes another turn? Let me know in my ask box or in the replies! Lastly, thank you to the ones that helped me brainstorm! I hope you're enjoying your holiday weekend. Thank you to everyone that's followed and liked my work, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Adored by many and notably the center of attention and crowned as the most humble in your grade. Apart from being in class 1-A, you kept spirits high and encouraged everyone and let them know that you appreciate their hard work. Another classmate that shared your enthusiasm was Kirishima. He saw how you were always pumped up and would comment on how manly you were. At first, you thought he was just teasing you and he soon explained what he meant. From there on, you didn’t mind it since it was the highest compliment he could give, becoming friends right after the clarification.

Hanging out with him meant being close to Bakugou, Sero, Denki, and last but not least Mina. The squad always roared with laughter and taunts directly to Bakugou. Shouting his rebuttals almost instinctively as you tried your hand at keeping the peace with Kirishima. Soon proving to be a nine-to-five in itself since they didn’t know how to quit and yet the respect was evident through the group.

You found a home within the bakusquad, pushing the guys out their levels of comfort and Mina bounced about having another girl in the crew. You dedicated time to your friends, your quirk and your studies. Being a hero to you meant showing the better side of those around you. Self-serving your personal character while naturally boosting the companions you made along the way.

Your quirk was best for on-hand combat and a lot of the time, you were paired with Kirishima since you created transparent, reflective shields through your body. Kirishima enjoyed the challenge, not once worried about fighting a girl. He was eager to see your movements and your ability to fight. You didn’t get into a lot of fights when you were younger but your parents always wanted you to be ready. The area your family resided in had lots of petty thieves stealing wallets and although your parents weren’t tried, it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen to you.

Immediately, pushed you into self-defense classes and from there you were the best in class, soaking in the knowledge like a dry sponge. With grand muscle memory, you charged at Kirishima, catching him off guard for a mere second. He braced for the impact as you closed the space between you two. Your agility shone as you used aerobic moves to get the upper hand. You went back and forth dodging each other’s attacks.

You’re impressed that he can match your pace, he might even be a little faster than you. You were overly confident and reached your arms out to pin him down to the floor. The result of your lunge caused Kirishima to dodge with ease, suddenly grabbing your arm and flipping you onto your back. The impact was instantaneous as the wind from your body escaped.

That hurt.

“Sorry, (______). Are you okay?” He was instantly by your side checking on you.

Your eyes were shut as you gave him a weak nod.

“Can you stand?” He asked.

You opened your eyes slowly, with a low, pained grunt, “Yeah.”

His arm was reached out to meet with your hand to level you up to him. As you clutched his palm, he pulled you to your feet. You stretched your arms up to the sky popping the air bubbles out of your joints and bones. The cramped ligaments finally loosened. You haven’t been placed on your back like that since your first lesson of self-defense class. You always guarded but your cockiness got you sidetracked when sparring.

“Are you sure, you should be doing that, (_____)? ” He hesitated to hold your back, “Do you want to see Recovery Girl?”

“No, I’m okay. I just needed to stretch my muscles.” You smiled in his direction. “You’re so strong, Kiri.”

A blush slowly painted his face as he thanked you but insisted on taking you to the nurse’s office. You brushed it off saying there was no need. You took one step forward and slightly stumbled, Kirishima took no time hooking your arm on top of his shoulder as his other hand wrapped around your waist.

“Just so you know, I’m not taking no for an answer now. You’re apart of the team, (_____). Can’t let anything happen to you.” The sincerity in his voice vibrated through your chest as you held onto every word.

You smiled to yourself, breaking down your nonchalance and letting him transport you to Recovery Girl. Respectfully he asked Aizawa and granted Kirishima the green light. As he carried you to the nurse’s office, you wriggled to keep up at his pace. Small groans left your mouth as he stopped walking.

“Hey Kiri, why’d you stop?” You ask holding your side.

He kneels in front of you, “Get on my back.”

“What?”

“Get on my back, (_____)”

“Why?”

“I want to make the trip easier on you.”

Talk about manly.

Without further protest, you climbed onto his back while still in the kneeled position. Your chest rested against his shoulder blades as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He gently rose from the ground, hooking your legs with his muscular arms. You took a deep breath, wincing from the pain you felt from your back area.

“Are you comfortable?” Kirishima turned his head slightly to look at you. You two were close to each other’s faces. His crimson eyes were laced with concern as his brows furrowed awaiting your response.

You nodded and unintentionally nuzzled close to his back. He froze for a mere second feeling the warmth of your body close to his shoulder and started walking again. The halls that he carried you through were empty due to everyone still in their respective classes. The only sound being made was the stomps of Kirishima's shoes as the skids were quiet and controlled.

Not once during the piggyback did he shuffle to keep you up, once you were on his back, his grip was secure. As you entered the nurse's office Kirishima explained what happened and Recovery Girl examines you. She came to the conclusion that you strained your back but nothing rest couldn't fix. She mentioned that it could have been worse had your fall not be broken by the grassy area and gave you a cup of water and a heating pad to soothe the muscle.

After departing from the room, Kirishima apologized profusely.

"You don't have to apologize, Kiri!" You grinned.

"I know you're saying that but I just feel it's the right thing for me to say." He kept his body in bow form.

You walked over to him, pushing his shoulders up to face you, a beaming smile from you, "Look at me, Kiri". Peering into his crimson eyes you say, "I'm fine, okay?"

He stared back at you, his eyes studied your face as you were both too close to one another again and his face heated up. The curve of your smile and the color of your eyes sent shocks throughout his body and twinkles in his own. He finally went back to his normal stance and held the back of his neck. Still blushing he said, “Okay, I believe you.”

You chuckled in unison as you both made your way back to class.

Since then, you spent all your time with Kirishima and the others. Late evenings filled with hilarity and dramatic debates over whether bread is being burned alive every time it's put into a toaster or if ghosts celebrate 4/20 holiday. Your clique filled with a bunch of goofballs.

Over time, it was a given that you spent time playing video games or watching movies that were so bad, they're good. The debates behind the meaning of the movie always lead to a competition of who could kick who's ass in Smash. Kaminari was surprisingly good and won many debates against Bakugou, just because he knew how to work the controller. That night caught everyone by surprise.

Ironically enough, Kirishima had challenged you to a one on one duel and if he won, he would take you on a date. If he lost he would have to let Mineta take you out, you didn’t come up with that ultimatum, Mina did. Needless to say, you let him win. Not only because you didn’t like Mineta but you had also been waiting for him to ask you out. Mina knew you two liked each other, and what made it extremely clear was that every time Sero or Bakugou would beat you in a game, Kirishima would defend your honor.

That first date was nerve-wracking and he could tell that you were nervous because so was he. As he held your hand, he confessed what he wanted to say to you since that day he sparred with you and took you to Recovery Girl. The words of honesty and sweetness spilling out, generating your face to heat up with overwhelmed excitement. Following the date, you made it official.

At school, you were known as the manly power couple. An ode to Kirishima’s values and the way they rubbed off on you. Together, you matched an incomparable amount of honor and code as it showed in your teamwork during sparring matches and work studies. To say the least, you made each other look good.

However, today was unusual. You felt the stress build-up and couldn’t escape it. Your agency worked away from Kirishima’s and left you to deal with petty thefts on the other side of town. Being in the top fifteen of pro heroes, you had the obligation of handling big problems or ones considered to be small by the regular civilians. You always took your heroism seriously but today, your vibe was off. You didn’t display it to your colleagues or victims but you felt it internally.

The day drained the rest of your energy as you held onto what's left of your sanity. You needed to relax soon or you would blow up on the wrong person. You called Kirishima during your lunch break hoping to relieve some tension. Telling him about the old lady that couldn’t hear you as you helped her pick up her groceries. She assumed you were trying to steal them from her and tried to call out to your hero name to catch you, the thief.

Your boyfriend laughed and said you would be fine, “I know who you are and that’s all that matters.”

“Awww, thank you, Red Riot. Hearing that makes me feel somewhat better.” You feigned sarcasm but he saw right through it.

He sighed, “Listen, I know you’re going through it. I hear it in your voice. You’re a strong lady, okay. You can handle anything.”

“I know, I’m just tired.” You felt a tear stream down your cheek. “I want to go home, babe.”

“Oh no baby, are you crying? Do you want me to pick you up right now? You know I will.”

Although you were having a shit day, you didn’t want to make Kirishima end his shift early. Especially if he was working on a time-sensitive case. Being a hero came first and so you tucked your emotions in your back pocket for the time being.

“No babe, just come pick me up after my shift is done, okay?”

For a moment he sighed, he didn’t like to leave you alone when you were feeling down. “Alright (______), as soon as I’m done for the day, I’ll come running.”

Another tear came down but a smile expanded across your face, “Okay, Ei. Thank you so much for cheering me up. Now, I can go on with the rest of my day until I see you.”

“That’s what I’m here for baby, and you know that.” You could feel his grin through the phone, “Listen, they need me back in action. I can’t wait to see you later. ``I love you.”

And with that, the call ended, and your spirits were heightened. You were able to channel back into your confident nature. All it took was the words from your handsome hero. Many moments made you grateful for Eijirou’s positive essence. It would level you at times where you would push yourself into rock bottom. His hand forever stretched out to lift you out of the frump.

Your day went without any more hitches, and even if there were, you didn’t notice. You diffused the pettiest issues with a smile and fought the frivolous robbers with overjoyed laughs. Your colleagues were glad to see you back in your true character. And already knew who was the culprit.

You never told your boyfriend that you loved him because you cared about the meaning of that word. Although, you enjoyed his company you never used the word loosely and only when you meant it. He knew that and didn’t have a problem. He always took the time to remind you how he felt about you. And in your own way, you always showed him.

You can’t say what stopped you from saying so earlier, but you were a visual person. He never forced it out of you even when he thought you were on the verge of saying it. To Kirishima, hearing you say that you trust him or adored him was more than enough.

Fast forward, it’s the end of your shift. It’s chilly outside so you kept yourself tucked away into your warm, cozy office. Kirishima already let you know that he was on his way and told you to stay put. Not even ten minutes later, he sends you a text to come downstairs. Already, changed out of your hero costume, you grab your long, wool burgundy coat. Pulling your arms through the sleeves as the rest of it falls pass your waist, hitting your calves. Walking out your office and to the elevator, you said goodnight to the remaining heroes and staff working on your floor.

As you reached the main lobby, you see your hero waiting. Your struts are swift but elongated as his toothy grin stretches across his face. You almost broke out into a jog until Kirishima meets you halfway with a bear hug. His hold on you is firm and glowing with heat. You inhale his scent, flooding your mind with his pure, earthy infused sweat.

You hold him tightly as he chuckles in your grasp, “Hey, beautiful.” He plants kisses into your neck and moves his way to your cheek, lastly your lips.

The kiss is tender as you hold him tighter to you, your brain’s on repeat saying: I needed this, I needed this, I needed this.

He notices your passion and matches you tenfold, being overly romantic and maneuvering you into a dip as he drives the kiss into a place of voluminous bliss. As he pulls away, you see his self-satisfied grin. He knows he’s taken your breath away and now you were a flustered mess. He raises you out of the dip with a light chuckle while wrapping his burly arms around your tiny waist.

You stare into his eyes, noticing the same brilliant twinkle whenever he was close to you. “Let’s go home, babe.”

Without question, you nod and hold his huge hand interlocking your fingers with his. He tells you there’s a taxi waiting outside for you two. You’re stunned that he didn’t tell you earlier but reassured that they were okay with waiting. The car ride back was soft and comforting as your boyfriend held onto your waist with your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. You slowly drifted off to sleep.

By the time you were awake, Kirishima already had you on his back unlocking your wooden, contemporary home. The electronic lock beeps with welcoming entry and your boyfriend settled you in on your black leather couch. You felt needy as he broke away from you.

“One moment, my love” His whispers echoes, “I was taking off my coat. Now I’m going to take off yours.”

You laid sleepily on the couch as Kirishima did his best to undress you, you shuffled as he did and he smiled. “Babe, wake up, this isn’t our bed.”

You huffed as you slowly adjusted to him taking off your coat. You stretched as soon as it left your body. You stared at your boyfriend as he reached his hand out to yours. You grabbed it and he lifted you off the couch. Pulling you close to him, placing a beloved kiss on your forehead.

Now, he was leading you to the bedroom you shared, Settling in before he turned to you, ”Shower or bath?”

You knew that apart of you would probably fall back to sleep had it been in the bath. Without hesitation you say shower. No need to worry your pro hero sweetheart. He works on setting up the shower for you, you finally relieve your body of your outerwear clothing. Putting your hair and wrapping your body in a towel beforehand. You walk to the bathroom to see Eijirou already lathering up in the shower

He sees your gawked expression, “Hey, I wanted to make sure the water was warm enough for you. It’s on hell, just how you like it.”

You giggle, “I do not like it that hot!”

“That’s not what my skin tells me, get in here!”

You enter the shower and immediately, Kirishima showers you in kisses and tells you how much he loves you. He reminds you that you don’t need to feel down and that you’re an amazing hero. Tears fall down your cheeks as he speaks. He holds you in his strong arms from behind, “You are safe here, (_____). You don’t have to worry about anything.”

You take a deep exhale, making a mental note not to be so hard on yourself. It’s one to cause internal worry, but to reach Kirishima would break you. You both finish cleansing yourselves of the dirt and grime of hardworking heroes. At one point you hog all the water on purpose and he turns the water cold, you shiver close to him and he smiles.

He looks down at you grasping him, “I’m glad that you want to be so close to me, baby.” He winks at you.

Your face heats up, “What a sneaky plan!” His laugh roars in the bathroom and makes your heart melt as you feel his chest vibrate against you. 

After leaving the shower, you both dress for bed and lay onto the king-sized mattress. Kirishima pulls you in to cuddle close to you. His big arm wraps around your waist as you nestle closer into him. He pulls all the blankets up to wrap the two of you with ease.

“Eijirou,” You feel your body heat up, “I love you.”

His head shoots up to take a look at your face, but you’ve buried it into the pillow you’re lying on. He flips himself on top of you, moving all the pillows so you can’t hide your face. His stare into your beautiful eyes, the usual twinkle in his eyes are now like the gates of heaven. His mouth gaped open.

“(____), Thank you. I love you too.”