#the cool motorcycle helmet is just a bonus

[ardenigh]

last one for the night!

also under the cut for those who would rather only experience helmeted lucky: the man himself, or at the very least, his template

[skulls-soul]

A little bit of a Bowuigi/Booigi promt 

Racing competition in where Luigi is riding a motorcycle but his helmet  hide his face and the motorcycle doesn’t have his classic colors on sense his usual is in the shops 

So Bowser and/or king boo have no idea who Luigi is just that this mysterious motorcycle person is hot as fuck and cool as fuck

Once they finally found out who it is, they’re more surprised about the fact that it brought them more joy like “ oh my stars it’s a Luigi… why am I blushing more?!?!”

(bonus, if you thought of this as a king boo and Bowser instead of king, boo or Bowser, imagine they’re both low-key gushing to each other about the mysterious motorcycle person

When they both find out, it’s Luigi, they bully the other for crushing on him, even though they themselves are blushing as bright as the lava in Bowser’s kingdom )

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Their type

Was literally thinking of modern-day hantengu clones dating a black y/n but y/n is like goth/a witch/soft/spiritual AHHH🙈🙈. Pls imagine the icons of them as human lol

Warnings: black!fem reader, black!fem goth reader & tall reader (Aizetsu's part), Soft!fem black reader & chubby reader (Sekido's part), black!witch fem reader (Karaku's part), black!Spiritual fem reader (Urogi's part), some suggestive parts

Aizetsu

Aizetsu is never picky with what his partner is into. What mattered to him was he managed to find someone who loves and cares for him, but you being goth was a bonus.

Aizetsu loves how you're taller than him. He encourages you to wear your platform boots almost all the time and spoiling you by buying you platforms you want.

Aizetsu likes to watch when you style your afro when you get ready on dates with him and admires how neat and cool your makeup looks every time you do it.

Aizetsu doesn't admit his love for your heigh. He only reassures you that you're perfect for him, but your height gives him the perfect opportunity to alwaus have his face between your boobs when you hug him

Aizetsu knows being goth is mainly about listening to the music. When you're with him in his room, he likes to share his headphones and has you listen to his favorite songs from your favorite bands.

Aizetsu let's you paint his nails. He'd get sad when you reject the idea of painting his nails any other color than black. He still loves it when you paint his nails, especially since it gives him the chance to cling to you by holding your hand after you're done painting his nails on one hand.

Aizetsu lets you do his makeup. He's not toxic with his masculinity, but he also wants to let you do whatever you want with him to make yourself happy.

Aizetsu defends you a lot from others who look at you negatively with your style and likes. He may not reach high enough to put his arm around you, but his arm will go around your waist and glance at the people, almost giving them a death stare if they dare say anything bad about your looks. It's cute to you.

Aizetsu accepts the gifts you give him. He is a jewelry guy, so when you give him skull rings, chokers and etc, he'll always accept them and wears them out in public. It doesn't matter if people make fun of him, so long as it's from you, that's all that matters

Sanerio:

"We are here," Aizetsu parks his motorcycle and takes his helmet off. You let go of his waist and swung your leg over to get off the motorcycle and looked at the building in front of you. "It's just a tattoo place," you said.

Aizetsu gets off his motorcycle and then takes your helmet off for you and fixes your afro. You don't let many people touch your afro, but Aizetsu is very respectful with your hair and has earned your trust to fix your hair for you when it's out of place.

"Well... I overhead a conversation you had with your friend on the phone the other night. You mentioned that you've always wanted to get matching ghost tattoos with an s/o," Aizetsu said as his hand slowly grabbed yours. "It's been 2 years since we've been going out... what do you think about getting matching tats now?"

"Don't you think it's too early for that?" You said and watched as Aizetsu's face turn blue. "I'm kidding" you said and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "If we get these tattoos you're gonna be stuck with me" you said and watched his fearful expression turn into a happy one.

"It would make me extremely happy to be stuck with you. Forever even," Aizetsu said as you pulled him into the tattoo shop.

Sekido

Sekido is the mean. Strict man most wouldn't expect to have such a sweet and loving, hyper feminine partner, but he's only soft with you.

Sekido never cared for the color pink until he saw your hyper femininity for it. He adores how happy you get when he spoils you with the pink, soft things you love.

Sekido gives you the princess treatment. He makes sure to style your afro/braids in cute pigtails, learn how to blush on your cute cheeks, and even paint your nails. If it'd a good day, he'll let you paint his nails pink.

Sekido let's you do a lot of things you wouldn't expect him to let you do. He let's you play with his hair, even putting it in pig tails, doing face masks with him and especially letting you kiss his face with lip gloss on. He doesn't wash off your kiss marks nor take out his hair until he gets home, not matter how "ridiculous" he may look to his brothers.

Sekido wears the cute gifts you make for him. He's not the type to wear anything bright pastel, so when he wears the bracelets, necklaces, and even earrings you make for him, it definitely stands out. If anyone said anything bad about what you made for him, he's threatening to slap them with the same hand that had the bracelet you made on his wrist.

Sekido plans all the dates. You always offer to make the food, but he refuses. He wants to make the cute little sandwiches you love so much, and chocolate covered strawberries you like to feed to him.

Sekido is very calm when he's around you. When you both plan a home date, he insists he'd just come to your house. He adore seeing you in your pink pajamas and having your pink bonnet on your head. The vibe to your room is calming, and he likes to lay his head on your chest while he sleeps with you in your hyper feminine room surrounded by your stuffed animals.

Sekido smiles more when he's with you. He just loves your kindness to him and to others and even loves to see how happy you get over the small things he does for you

Scenario:

You practically begged Sekido to go with you to this beautiful park you saw online for a date idea, despite it drizzing outside since it rained earlier.

"This park is so pretty, Sekido." you said while looking at the flowers in the park and holding his hand. Sekido hums in response. He notices you're waking strange, and he decides to take a look at your skirt.

He notices both of your thigh highs running down your chubby thighs. He sighed and stopped walking, almost making you fall back "easy" he said. "Sorry, but why did you stop?" You asked. Sekido chuckles softly. "You didn't notice you're walking werid? Your thigh highs are falling down."

You looked down and giggled "yes I know, but there's no where for me to sit and fix them since all the benches are wet" you said and tried to bend over right now to fix them. Sekido's hand quickly covers your ass and looks around. "There's a bench right there," he said and took you with him.

"But Sekido, it's wet," you said as you looked at the bench and a worried expression, not wanting to get your white skirt wet. Sekido takes off his leather jacket and places it on the bench. "Sit, I'll fix them," he said. Arguing with Sekido on this was pointless. He was too much of a gentleman towards you.

You watched as Sekido gets on a knee and starts to fix your thigh highs back onto your thighs. "Better?" He said, giving your knees a kiss and even tapping your thighs, making them jiggle.

"Better" you smiled.

Karaku

Karaku found out you're a witch on the first date but didn't mind it. He even found it cute. This was all new to Karaku, so he didn't know what to accept, but he's mentioned countless times that he'd never break up with you, joking in some fear that you might curse him if he did

Karaku is always asking to touch your things out of curiosity. It's greatful he's asking, but you'd still have to tell him no, which makes him throw a fake fit about it. You'd also have to remind him constantly to never blow out your candles, but he'd tease you and say he would.

Karaku thought your style would be dependent on what you do, but you dressed pretty normal to him. He even takes the time to understand why you do what you do and educates himself from you about witchcraft.

Karaku has bitten one of your crystals, thinking it could be editable. His excuse? He saw a video about edible crystals. From the day you forbid him to ever touch your crystal.

Karaku thinks you look really pretty when you put crystal accessories in your braids. He offers to put them in your braids, too.

Karaku knows you don't do evil witchcraft, however if Sekido threats to spank him because he did something dumb or pissed him off he'd make it clear that his "hot evil witch gf will curse you" but that only makes him get two spanks. One from Sekido and one from you.

Karaku gets asked by his brothers why he always has small bottles along with some herbs in the small slotes of his motorcycle. He simply tells them that his hot witch gf is casting protection spells, so he has a safe ride. Although he plays too much, he does love how you do this for him and make him feel safe. It also feels like you're always there with him.

Scenario:

Karaku comes home around 10 pm. from work. "Y/n, I'm back," he announced and gets confused when he got no answer.

He checks the shared room you both sleep in, the bathrooms and etc, but yet there's no sign of you. He'd assume you went out with friends and gose into the kitchen for some water but then saw the backdoor open.

He checks and sees you outside sitting on the grass. "Hey y/n, what are you doing?" He calls out to you. "shhh. It's a full moon, I'm charging my crystals," you said and continued to mediate. Karaku stops what he's doing and tips toes quietly towards you and sits on the grass.

Karaku stays quiet. He looked up at the full moon, then back at your crystals, and started wondering if your crystals would start glowing with magic being put into them as you mediated.

You sigh and then start to put your crystals back in a box. "What are you thinking about now?" Karaku asked. "I want crystal balls," you said and then felt two large hands cup your boobs "you got some right here, babe," he said, and you rolled your eyes.

Urogi

Urogi is spiritual himself, so the news that you were too didn't shock him as much. If anything, Urogi was overjoyed.

Urogi loves being in the forest. When you suggested that you both go to the forest and meditate together area, Urogi was quick to say yes. He feels very at peace with you, and you feel at peace with him.

Urogi would learn a lot from you, especially about Chakras. Whenever there was a minor problem with his brothers, he'd use what you'd say just to annoy them since they didn't know what he's even talking about.

Urogi uses incense a lot. He may be a cheerful and happy guy, but he still wants to maintain his energy. Whenever you both come back from a large crowd or even around people with bad energy, you both start to burn some incense around you. He also offers to hold your locs up so the incense doesn't touch your pretty hair.

Urogi likes to go out and buy you flowers as a gift, sometimes the flowers being special ones. One time, he got you some blue lotus flowers, and he knew you'd use them for some deep meditation and to help you relax whenever you felt too overwhelmed and stressed out.

Scenario:

It was Urogi's turn to plan the date idea, and he wanted to make dream catchers with you outside.

You spent your time earlier driving around to make sure you both had all the correct things to make your dream catchers. Urogi was quiet. He always gets quiet whenever he's focused, but he is extremely good with putting his together.

You put down your half made dream catcher and just watched him. "You're so good at this, especially the feather part." You said. "Maybe I was a bird in my past life," Urogi jokes, making you both laugh. "Y/n, are you having trouble with yours? It's not done," he said.

You looked down. "Oh! Yeah, I'll be done it soon... actually, could you help me put it together? I don't think I'm doing it right," you confess, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah! I'll do it for you!" Urogi said, so happy to be doing this with you even if he's doing all the work and you're just keeping him company.

"I'm gonna have good dreams because of you for this," you said and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "So am I" Urogi said and kissed your cheek

[pollard-zero]

so i havent finished rywd but i feel so bad for the merc! i wanna be like leave my child alone! leave my grown, memory fucked, shady ass, violent child alone!!!

have you played all three chapters yet? tell me about neo! i saw neo was with dante and jax? is that separate routes or a polyam? [i havent checked the blog in ages so idr what's what, but i am starting to again]

NEO…. MY FAVORITE (bc they’re the one we’re talking abt at the moment) CHILD……

neo is . quite honestly. fucking insane lmaooo LIKE,,, the merc just is Like That to a certain extent but neo . Enjoys it ?? they get off (not literally…. unless? 🫢) on being seen as orla’s unpredictable attack dog and love to live up to their reputation of being the most unhinged bitch on the block

oh but they’re not cruel. like yeah they may have cut that dude’s dick off in the old demo but he def had it coming !!! it’s not their fault !!! they’re all abt the thrill of the hunt but they’re v swift to handle of dispatching someone once they’ve caught them. I’m sure there’s cases where they could be convinced to take their time and enjoy it tho :) (but it would take smth P Fucking Bad happening first)

fun fact: their color association is yellow !! we’re using orange for this bc tumblr hates us but. their hair is bright yellow and they also wear the star shades 🤩 so it really stands out against their otherwise all-black wardrobe. it’s fun bc it plays even more into their Dangerous identity (caution signs, venomous animals, etc)

they do NOT care abt cars !!! they like motorcycles (bc they’re hotter) which absolutely drives jax nuts but . one day he’ll get to see them dramatically race in, park their bike and take off their helmet to flip out their hair and Then He’ll Understand. I see the vision

their weapons are the two glocks and they’re absolutely doing echo’s little side quest to get that sword bc HELLO !!!!! it’s a fucking cool sword !!!!!

sex vice !!! but they’re v much Not above doing literally anything that they want. which maybe would explain why we let them do drugs before their most recent mission lmao BUT IT’S FIIIINE !!!! everything is totally chill and neo is just here having a good time 😎

they always enter the club as a sinner <3 we like to have it in mind that they got saint stamped once and jax poked fun at them during the weapons check (and orla did (1) little smirk-chuckle when they went to see her) and so now they only say sinner bc what the Fuck guys !!!!

and we Have played all three chapters !!! we’ve been keeping up w rywd since the blog first dropped (which is why we’re v Hmmmm 🤨 abt dante bc like…. I remember what u did in the old demo bitch…. we literally Just played it again….)

jax and dante are tragically two different routes 😞 jax’s poly option is w orla and while I love her and can’t wait to see more of her it’s just not really a relationship we can see neo getting tangled up in ?? not bc she’s their boss or anything but just bc like . they love the push and pull from jax. and they feel Weird abt dante being nice but kinda?? also want him to keep it up?? and she doesn’t offer them either of those really.

annnd just as a special bonus: from their pinterest board :)

[justaloreaddict]

More vampire nonsense, this time revolving around a tiny hopefully eventually series of my PCs meeting up on various occasions.

And art, because this idea started with a meme

“...-and that was just within the last year.” Spitz rubbed his face harshly. “I long for the sweet embrace of eternal death.”

“That’s rough buddy.” Cody stated, at a loss for words. He eyed the older looking vampire from the side, a bit put off by the flurry of un-life story he’d been given just from asking how the evening was going. A woman suddenly plopped down next to the Alaskan, dropping a black motorcycle helmet on the counter heavily.

“Evening boys! How’s this lovely twilight finding you?”

“Oh hey Ashley! Back in town?” Cody leapt at the opportunity to change the conversation.

“Yep! Well, still in town really. Been running all over SoCal this last month, real busy down here.” She ran a hand through her short brown hair, smoothing it a bit as she combed the asymmetric part out of her face. “Finally had a chance to kick up my feet for the night. What’ve you been up to? How’s Ashy?” Ashley unzipped her dark red cycling jacket to reveal a white shirt underneath.

“Not much. Been helping the boss, running a couple errands of my own here and there. Ashy’s doing great, as good a girl as ever.” Cody grinned.

“Ashy?” Spitz cut in.

“Yeah, Soot Snout, my famulus.”

“Ah.” Spitz sat away again. The Alaskan had a red beanie covering all his hair, and wore a black shirt with a white drawing of a cat in a pointy hat on it.

“So what brings you here tonight?” Ashley turned to Spitz.

“Reprieve from responsibilities for a night.” Spitz sighed. “Feels like the first time in ages I don’t have a Prince breathing down my neck.” He grumbled.

“Oh? Who’s your Prince?” Ashley perked up. She was always looking to grow her web of elites.

“The only one in Alaska.” Spitz shrugged.

“Alaska? I thought that was only Anarch and werewolves.”

“It almost is. There’s a small batch of Camarilla though, and they’re- we're pretty civil with the Anarchs.” He growled the last part.

“And this is your first time without the Prince?” Ashley pressed.

“No, but it is my first time out of Alaska since being embraced.”

“Ah, I see.” Ashley nodded, then turned back to Cody. “Speaking of which, I’m heading back to NY tomorrow.”

“Stinks you can’t stay longer.” Cody frowned.

“Yeah, but I gotta see Johnathan again and Gem said she’d be passing through New Orleans next week so the sooner I leave the better.”

“I gotcha. And tell Gem Ashy and I say “hi” will you? She sounds cool.”

“Of course! I’ll even tell her to stop by if she can. Maybe you and her can talk your boss into letting her put a mural up in the alley.” Ashley laughed.

The conversation paused as Cody excused himself to help another customer, a mortal by the looks of things.

“So what do you do?” Spitz asked Ashley.

“I’m the Messenger.” Ashley stated proudly. “ I personally ship a variety of goods with extreme accuracy and 100% satisfaction rate.”

“Oh that’s cool. Must be nice, all the traveling.” Spitz noted.

“Yeah…” Ashley seemed saddened. “But sometimes it means I have to be away from Johnathan for a while.” She sighed wistfully. “At least I’m heading home tomorrow, so I’ll get to see him soon."

Spitz paused, gauging his next question, but was mercifully interrupted by Cody’s return.

Bonus Ashley and Ashy:

Pt 1/?

[sbknews]

LS2 Explorer Plus Helmet Review

Maja Kenney of Maja’s Motorcycle Adventures reviews the LS2 Explorer Plus (Off-Road) Helmet. Having ventured into the world of adventure motorcycling I needed a new helmet to match the activity and of course, my new adventure bike, too! The first impression was a very positive one even before I took the helmet out of the box. The packaging itself is well thought out, with good design. The helmet itself is packed in the usual drawstring bag and as a bonus, it also comes with a carry bag. That’s my flight carry-on sorted. It also comes with an inflatable helmet ring for when you are fitting the comms to the helmet, removing the peak or the visor and generally storing it.

The helmet also comes with a pinlock and a set of blanking plates to use when the peak comes off. I love that about the helmet, I can use it with or without the peak depending on the type of riding I want to do. The removal of the peak is very easy, you need an allen key that comes in the box with the helmet and a Phillips screwdriver (you have to use your own) to remove the screw holding the peak in place at the top of the helmet. It took me 10 minutes to remove it the first time because I took a while to figure out how to take out the blanking plate at the top without breaking it (it just snaps in and out of the mount) but subsequent times the whole process took only a few minutes. I really like the sturdiness of the mounts and that you need to screw the visor in place, it feels much easier and not as flimsy as it does with the plastic systems on some other helmets.

The only thing I have noticed after using the helmet for a few weeks is that the rubber that seals the visor at the top seems to be rubbing against the pinlock when you open and close the visor. My pinlock now has visible markings at the sides. This is more of a cosmetic annoyance as it doesn’t impair the vision itself.  The look itself is quite aggressive, with the chin piece coming up very high and this does mean I had to slightly tilt my head down to see the bike’s dials (compared to the road helmets I have). However, it comes with a very wide side view which helps with the periphery vision. With every new helmet, I know to expect it to be tight for the first few rides, some take a while to ‘bed in’ and stop giving me a tension headache. I was delighted to find out that the fit is excellent and even after wearing it for a good three hours on the first ride, I’ve almost forgotten I am wearing a brand new helmet.  The LS2 Explorer fits perfectly around the crown of my head and it squeezes my cheeks in place. There is plenty of space around the lower jaw and chin area which makes it easy to talk to your riding buddies if you are connected with intercoms or just to sing out loud happy tunes. Some helmets can make me feel a little bit claustrophobic if they are too tight around the chin area, especially on long rides. I love the LS2 fit because even after a full day’s riding I don’t feel confined in the helmet and at the same time I feel very safe.  The foam in the helmet is laser cut, and the inside is hypoallergenic and breathable. The liner is washable and the helmet comes with a chin curtain for the colder rides to keep the wind away from your neck. As per my previous point, even with the chin curtain the movement of my jaw is not restricted.

The helmet is made out of carbon fibre composite and weighs 1400 grams which is very light indeed. It is ECE 22.06 compliant and DOT certified and is manufactured in 3 shells to ensure a good fit across different sizes. The sizes range from XS to 2XL and it is a long oval shape.  There are several vents to help keep you cool, a chin vent, two at the top of the helmet and two side vents or exhaust ports. Thanks to their design, they are super easy to open/close with a gloved hand.  To ensure good protection the chin strap is reinforced, and it fastens with the double D Ring. Personally, I really like the colour and the finish of the D Rings, too. The helmet also comes with an emergency release system. The visor is scratch resistant and the helmet also comes with an internal dark sun visor. I wish the sun visor would drop down a little lower to give you fewer lines in your field of vision  This is especially important for me as I have to wear spectacles when riding and the rims of my specs already clutter the view.

Having worn the helmet on three long days of green laning I am very pleased with the fit, the comfort and the look. Equally on roads, it handles the wind really well, the peak doesn’t pull your head backward when you look up. It is fairly quiet although not the quietest one I’ve ever tried. There is minimum lining covering the comms speakers which I like because I can hear the sound much better than in some other helmets.  I had the opportunity to take the helmet on a trip to Spain for three days and as I was hiring a street bike, I left the peak at home. The performance of the helmet was impressive in 25-degree Celsius weather where the many vents really made a big difference to my comfort. You can feel the air coming into the helmet from the vents on top and that helps keep your head cool. I found it quite easy to take the helmet off and back on at stops.

The best bit is that, as mentioned before, the helmet comes with a carry bag which made for the perfect carry-on bag on the flight. The helmet itself is light and the bag is big enough to allow me to fit inside my cameras to record the rides, a book, glasses and a few other bits and pieces for the flight.

Overall I find the LS2 helmet delivered more than I expected from a brand I wasn’t very familiar with. It offers great value for money with all the safety features and certification and the real bonus is the superior build and finish quality of the helmet. At £320 mark this helmet definitely feels more premium than its price tag.

For more reviews check out our dedicated Reviews page For more LS2 Helmet news check out our dedicated page LS2 Helmet News or head to the official LS2 Helmets website ls2helmets.com Read the full article

[icecreamonstrawberrypie]

Motorcycle Ride (Gyutaro x Artist F! Reader) (Modern AU sequel to Art Thief)

Make sure you read Art Thief before this! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

After Gyutaro had helped you in the art contest, you were so utterly grateful for him. With the added bonus of winning, you absolutely HAD to do something special for Gyutaro. The problem was: you weren't sure what to gift him.

At first, you were thinking of gifting him a pizza, having heard that he and his sister got in trouble for stealing a pizza the other day, but they’re probably tired of pizza already. Then, you thought about giving him chocolate, but it just didn’t express enough of your gratitude towards him. Eventually, you thought about baking him something, but you also scrapped that idea. What if you made something too foul? No, you couldn’t risk that. Damn, you really focused on food a lot too, didn't you? Maybe you were the hungry one.

Later that day when class ended, you spotted Gyutaro in the parking lot. He was on his motorcycle, looking down on his phone. You could see Ume approach from a distance, hopping onto the spot behind Gyutaro. They seemed to bicker for a bit until finally Gyutaro turned on his bike and Ume wrapped her arms around him. Soon enough, he pulled out into the street. He looked both ways, making sure no cars or dumb students were in the way before speeding down the road, revving the engine. You had to admit, you were mesmerized by the way his hair flowed wildly through the wind. You wondered what it would be like to be his passenger, riding with the wind and holding him tightly. Every time you saw him with his motorbike, Gyutaro just looked so cool.

Wait, what are you thinking? You shook your head. There is obviously something wrong with that thought. What about Gyutaro’s safety? And Ume’s too? You have never seen either of them wear a helmet. Did they just not have any? Well, maybe this was your chance to change that. This could actually be a good reward.

Immediately, you head to the store and pick out some strong, full-face helmets. You had to make sure they were extra protected. When you got home, you set the helmets down on your desk, but then you stared at them.

They were kinda plain, weren’t they? It didn’t really scream too much of a special gift, at least for your standards. Suddenly, you got an even better idea. Quickly, you pull out your phone and send an email to Mr. Uzui.

For the next few days, Mr. Uzui granted you special permission to use the art room for your little project. It took a lot of effort. Not only did you have to dismantle the helmets, but you had to rub sandpaper on them to get the old paint off, prime the helmets, and some other steps before finally designing. Luckily Tengen was more than happy to help you, since he had painted helmets before.

“Who are you making this for?” he asked one day as he watched you paint.

“Oh, y’know, the Shabana siblings,” you smile giddily.

“You sure do like each other. That Gyutaro especially likes you, huh?” Tengen chuckled.

“Ah, you think so?” Your cheeks dust with pink and you stopped painting for just a second, “He’s really such a nice guy.”

“Mhm, he’s really only flashy around you and you sure are putting a lot of effort into thanking him.” You were too stunned to speak. Your teacher smirked before leaving you to continue his work elsewhere.

Finally, after so many days of working on these helmets, they were complete. You were quite proud of your work. Excited, you looked around for Gyutaro during lunch, but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

Halfway into the next class, Gyutaro finally showed up. Sanemi, the math teacher, glared at Gyutaro as he plopped right down into the seat next to you.

"Hey, where were you during lunch?" You whispered to him as Sanemi wrote equations on the board.

"Uh, with my sis. Why?"

"Oh, well, I was just hoping we could chat. I couldn't find you in your usual spot."

“Ah, um, yeah sorry ‘bout that,” Gyutaro flushed as he rubbed the back of his head. Even though he knew that you knew about his scandals, he didn’t like admitting them to you. As much as he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion, when it came to you it was definitely a different story. “We can hang after school, if you’re free.”

You flash him a smile, “Perfect!”

“(Y/n), be quiet and pay attention,” Sanemi barked at you.

“Man,” Gyutaro barked back waving his pencil, “I’m just borrowing a pencil. No need to have a stick up your ass!” Ever since Gyutaro started crushing on you, he had been holding back on causing trouble in front of you, but since you were being unjustly targeted, he had to say something.

“I’ll stick one up your ass if you don’t complete 20 pages worth of equations after school!”

“I’m calling Child Protective Services!”

“I’ll call your paren-”

“I HAVE NO PARENTS!”

Holding back laughter, you were reminded of why you loved talking to this dude so much.

Of course, Gyutaro’s smartmouth still landed him in detention, but you sat outside on some stairs. You decided you would bring the helmets with you this time. Despite knowing how strong they were, you still cushioned them inside of a gift bag. You didn’t want a single scratch on them before Gyutaro had a chance to see it. Ume walked outside and spotted you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for your brother to get out of detention. I was gonna give him something.”

“Ooo, what are you giving him?”

“You can look,” you hold out the bag, “they’re helmets. I painted one for each of you since I notice you two never wear helmets.”

Ume peered inside and smirked. “Oh my gosh, they look so pretty! And caring about our safety? That’s total girlfriend duty. Or friend duty, but I like girlfriend duty more. Love that,” she snapped her fingers.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you blushed.

“Okay, well, when my brother comes out, tell him I went to the mall with a friend. Okay? Cool, Bye!” With that, Ume winked at you and sped off.

You were a bit confused by Ume’s sudden exit. Was she actually going to the mall? You shrugged it off and continued your wait.

After some time, Gyutaro rushed out. Ume had sent him some winking emojis along with a “have fun” text. He thrusted the door open and before staring down at you.

“You- you actually waited?”

“Well, yeah? I had something I wanted to show you,” you smile at him. You get up and pick up the gift bag. “Or more like, gift you, since,” you hold the bag up to him, “I really wanted to thank you for helping me out during the art contest.”

Speechless, Gyutaro took the bag from your hand and opened it. Instantly, he couldn’t help but smile. Truthfully, he didn’t wear a helmet because he wanted his sister to wear the helmet, but Ume thought his helmet was too ugly to wear. Carefully, he pulled out a fuschia helmet with yellow dashes and flower-like patterns all over it. It looked cute, and seemed to be designed with Ume’s style in mind. Knowing the bag still had weight to it, he looked back down. His grin grew wider as he pulled out a black helmet with some thick, red, stripes with a cobblestone-like pattern to it. It clearly looked like they were delicately worked on.

“(Y/n), this is so dope. You made this, didn’t you?”

“Mayyyybe,” you blushed.

Gyutaro bit his lip, “Man, you really didn’t have to waste your time on me.”

“It’s nothing, really,” you shook your head, “but that’s all I wanted to show yaaaa’. Soooo, I’ll see you on Monday.” You wave before slowly stepping down the stairs. Leaving already? Gyutaro wasn’t ready for you to go just yet. Still, you almost forgot one thing, “Oh, and, by the way, your sister said she went to the mall with a friend.”

Before you could turn around, Gyutaro asked, “Hold on, (y/n), are you heading home? I’ll drive you… if you want.”

You stop, and with a large smile on your face, you turn back to Gyutaro. "I would appreciate that!"

Gyutaro's stomach fluttered and he looked away, hiding his excitement behind a "cold" face. "Come then," he walks past you, heart palpitating, "my motorcycle is over here."

You follow Gyutaro to his motorcycle, parked in the same spot as usual. He pulls out his keys as he sits on it and starts the engine. You take out your phone and pull up Google Maps. You show Gyutaro the address and he nods, “Aight, got it.” He passes you Ume’s helmet and you slip it on. Remembering how Ume would do it, you try to replicate her by sitting on the raised seat behind Gyutaro and wrapping your thighs around Gyutaro’s waist. As soon as Gyutaro feels you behind him, he can’t help but feel the heat all over his body. He feels surprisingly skinny, something you weren’t expecting due to his well-known strength, but then again he always wore baggy clothes.

“Is this fine?” You ask.

Tempted to tell you to just rub yourself all over him now, Gyutaro nonchalantly looks back at you and smirks, “Yeah, you’re good… just wrap your arms around me and hold on tight, (y/n).”

Then, he slips on the helmet you made and revs the engine. Quickly, you cross your arms around his chest and he pulls out of the parking space. He approaches the parking lot exit, and once he determines there were no cars in sight, he speeds down the road, opposite of your house. You could feel the breeze graze your bit of exposed skin as you press yourself against Gyutaro tighter and your fingers grip his uniform.

Savoring the way you’re holding him, Gyutaro calls out, “Doin’ good, (y/n)?” He raised his voice due to the helmet and the sound of the engine.

“Yeah!”

“Good, cause Imma turn.”

As soon as he gets to an area without any cars or people, he swerves his motorcycle into a full circle before going back to your home’s direction. You can feel your stomach lean along with the motorcycle, making you hold Gyutaro even tighter and you lay your head on his back. “Oh gosh, Gyu!” Gyutaro chuckles as he hears you. Once the bike returns its balance, you regain your composure.

Once you pass the academy, every swerve and turn makes your heart race. Gyutaro is just cherishing this moment with you, satisfied that you enjoy his company enough to do this with him, even if he is secretly hoping for more. He isn’t even going all-out on tricks because he knows you’re not used to this. Soon enough though, he approaches the final street. One final steer and he slows down to a stop.

Undeniably, you loved your ride with Gyutaro, even if you were too scared to stick your hand up like you’ve seen Ume do. Still, when you get off and give the helmet back to Gyutaro, you give in to your desire to hug him.

“That was awesome, Gyutaro. Let’s do that again, alright?”

Gyutaro turns a deep scarlet under his mask, but he hugs back as he brushes his fingers through your hair. “Sure. Thanks again for the helmets, (y/n).”

_______

I'm so glad I'm almost done with this semester. (⁠｡-ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Soon enough imma start working and buy all the Gyutaro merch I want (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[crappycamille]

I just gotta say…

Bakugou is the type of smug asshole who picks you up on a motorcycle only so he can force you to be close to him. Loving the way you cling to him for dear life as he zooms down the road. Purposely taking sharp turns to feel your grip tighten around him. Bastard.

I can see him meeting you with a spare helmet and a devilish smirk. Patting the tiny space behind him telling you to hop on. Satisfied with the look of awe (and fear) on your face as you look down at his death trap.

Oh and bonus points if you “don’t like” him.

Like picture working at Dynamite’s hero agency. You’re supposed to be his sidekick yet he treats you like his fucking secretary. Making you do coffee runs, filing paperwork, and all the other meaningless stuff he has you doing.

And when you confront him about it he claims “you wouldn’t be able to keep up anyways”. Saying it in that cocky ass tone that has you blowing a gasket.

But in reality Bakugou is just a huge pervert who gets off on seeing you do stuff for him. And he especially loves to see you get worked up.

He likes watch you struggle to keep your cool when he shouts your name within the agency just to ask you to close his office door.

He’s spilling the coffee you brought for him which he doesn’t he really want telling you to clean it up, just so he can ogle at the curve of your ass as you bend over to clean his mess. Listening to you grumble quietly to yourself about not being his maid.

He can’t help it. Your just so freakin cute when your mad.

So when he finally invites you to patrol with him it’s no surprise that he had some evil scheme planned for you.

Claiming that patrolling by motorcycle is more efficient and if you don’t like it you can go back inside and file more paperwork for him like a good little sidekick.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Lost Tomb Reboot Lewks: Part 14

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for both seasons of The Lost Tomb Reboot and also vaguely for Daomu Biji in general

For Look 72, Wu Xie strips out of his jacket and shirt so he can use the shirt as a makeshift air filter. Underneath he’s wearing a tight black a-line undershirt and a black bulletproof vest. 

Welcome back, Wu Xie’s bare arms. We’ve missed you.

So have Huo Daofu and Xiao Bai.

Look 73 is a spare, unpretentious tee shirt and jeans combination that Wu Xie accessorizes with the looming spectre of death, the amorphous fog of the afterlife, and the shades of his departed loved ones. 

He looks chilly in this outfit; he needs a hoodie. Preferably a hoodie with Xiao Ge in it. 

(more after the cut!)

When he comes out of this interstitial space he’s added the lifesaving accessory of a nebulizer mask. My son had one of these as a baby, that had a duck face on it.  Wu Xie’s mask is a sensible orange color. I am sensing a missed opportunity here. 

Look 74: When he feels a little better, Wu Xie switches into this absolute crusher of a look. 

Featuring a beautifully fitted, butter-smooth brown leather jacket, and his trademark chaps trousers, he is ready to get back on the adventure trail in a big way, impending death be damned. 

This is a good outfit for having a tragic conversation with your beloved real uncle while your shady not-really-uncle won’t give you guys one fucking minute of privacy to say your goodbyes. 

He accessorizes this outfit with the blatant theft of a motorbike with a sidecar, which he uses to hold his backpack, and of a cool motorcycle helmet. 

He looks a bit like Qin Hao (Sha Hai’s Wu Xie) here, doesn’t he? He’s got that harder look in his eye, reminding us that he is still a relentless motherfucker when he needs to be.

If you’re hoping for any scenes in which Zhu Yilong is clearly actually riding this motorcycle, incidentally, don’t hold your breath. 

I have seen Zhu Yilong on a moving motorbike in Granting You A Dreamlike Life, so I believe he could be filmed on a motorcycle where his face and the motorbike’s moving wheels are visible in the same shot, but TLTR does not give us this level of motorcycle fanservice, alas. 

Anyway, Wu Xie completes this outfit with a greyish, brownish button-up shirt with a tabbed buttonhole detail at the collar, and a belt with an intriguing quick-release buckle.

And backpacks; lots of backpacks. 

Much later, we will see that this is a great a good look for bonding with fellow members of The Unnecessary Thigh-Strap Club. 

Look 75  is everybody’s orange jumpsuit.  It is the same jumpsuit on everybody, but each person wears it a little differently.

The collar has three stripes below the closure, which creates some visual interest and plays up the different ways the characters wear it. 

Liu Sang and Xiao Bai both wear it with the collar zipped up. Later, Liu Sang can use this structured collar to accentuate all the blood that’s going to be on his face. 

Wu Xie wears the color open and popped, perfect to set off some intense gazing

And Pangzi wears it to get comfy with his favorite cuddle buddy. 

Look 76 is Xiao Bai’s awesome pumpkin-and-green ensemble that she wears at the campsite in Thunderville. 

It’s utilitarian enough to fit right in with the rest of the team, but bright enough to give it a feminine touch. The jacket has a deconstructed hem, giving it a casual vibe and showing off her ass.

Xiao Bai’s clothes usually have some kind of interesting tailoring detail, while always being very practical. It’s a nice, consistent way of showing her personality. She enjoys being cute and fashion-forward, but she is a woman of action first. 

Bonus Look 1

This Look belongs to Liu Sang, the third member of the Unnecessary Thigh-Strap club. I am not complaining about any of the unnecessary thigh straps. 

Bonus Look 2

This look is just Xiao Bai running in a wetsuit. I’m not made of stone. 

[rosesonbreeze]

@yeehawwrites​ | January 2022 Outside of The Goodwin Hotel

She knows her mind, ambition, and talent. It’s what makes her as tenacious as she is insufferable, to a great many people. But if there is anytime and anyplace where Andrea’s confidence helps, it’s in the here and now. Since setting her sights on corporate law, there’s only ever been one company that shines - Woodsen and Darcy. The top firm in the country, with the slimmest recruitment prospects. They take as few as three associates a year, and Andrea’s yearned for a spot since she first wrote the LSAT. When Andrea approaches Theo’s motorcycle bright and early, there is no bundle of nerves. Only excitement. She wears a dark, suede blazer over the checkered dress. A pair of high heels that are not typical in her fashion, but give the extra height to shine. Her notes are tucked away, and she takes the helmet from Theo with confidence.

Andrea is confident as she is sure. But even she cannot anticipate just how well it goes. It seems that the decision is all but made by the time she sits down for the interview. Her glowing recommendation letters, extensive network, and undeniable accolades all cinch it. The question shifts from why they want her, to why she wants them. After all, they are not the only interested party. Something she’s sure to bring up, to sweeten the on-the-spot negotiation.

"I did it.” She nearly cries into her cell phone, and the Alvarez’s break out into a frenzy of cheers and tears. The salt water tear threatens to spill and ruin her mascara, but she holds firm. She is living off a high, and even from miles away, she can feel her family’s own joy as well. But it’s more than her own success. It’s the relief they’ve all needed. A shining, six figure salary coupled with a signing and moving bonus are sure to make a different.

When Andrea finally steps out of the hotel’s entrance, there is no shaking the smile that occupies her face. One that catches Theo instantly, as she not-so-subtly flashes her signed and sealed contract. “So naturally, I was brilliant.” No shred of humility, as she giddily rushes towards Theo. An excitement that sheds her cool nature, mimicking her sister’s patent for tugging at Theo’s sleeves. “They wanted me, I wanted them. A little negotiation later, and they offered me the job! I am the newest and highest paid associate in my class.” Rather gauche to speak of money, but Andrea knows it’s a tenant of success. Yale is home to a number of over-achievers, and she’s beat each one out for the top spot at the top firm. “Eat your heart out, Pennington. In a few years, you’ll be working for me.”

[acewithacase]

Watch me rate every Captain America outfit from the MCU because you can’t stop me

1. Captain America the First Avenger

Man what the hell is this?? My man looks goofy as hell. Those dumb little wings literally SPROUT from his helmet. And not to mention that shit ain’t a helmet. It’s a god damn onesie hoodie. Steve Rogers is proudly wearing a onesie. The boots and gloves looking like they’re made of the same material. And why they make his neck padding so thick?? Mans is looking like he’s wearing a cast. Bonus points for being the first ever suit and I’ll give it a little leeway since it was made in the 40s :/ Off to a bad start however.

2/10

2. Captain America the First Avenger

Wow. What a king. His little soldier uniform with the shield is such a good combo. Something about the rushed feel of this outfit is actually kind of cool. The brown leather jacket and brown pants is just *chefs kiss*. Very much 40s war vibes and very steve rogers esque. Minus points for not being an actual captain America suit.

6.5/10

3. Captain America the First Avenger

My god look at him. My man is stuntin. I love the lighter color palette mixed with those browns in the suit. It gives it that old timey feel. His little strap over his chest and the pack on his thigh are nice touches. Probably not some people’s cup of tea but it’s doing it for me. All in all a good start to the official captain America suit.

9/10

4. The Avengers

Ok even Steve looks uncomfortable. What shield agent approved this shit?? Who looked at this monstrosity and said yeah I’m gonna put this on mother fucking captain America. If cap tried to tell me to hide during the alien invasion and he was wearing that fit I’d simply let myself die. The red chunky gloves are so pretentious and the bright blue tool belt is so damn ugly. This looks like a children’s Halloween costume. Hawk putah (that’s me spitting). Fuck you

0/10

5. Captain America the Winter Soldier

Call me crazy but I do like this one a lot. It definitely has a darker color palette with a lot of navy blue, but lets not forget that mr. Rogers was going on secret stealth missions for shield during this time so I think the darker colors make sense. I really like the fingerless gloves and his little backpack straps. The brown leather is a nice touch. The material looks like it’s comfy to be in and easy to move around in.

8/10

6. Avengers Age of Ultron

This one honestly looks really similar to the winter soldier one just with a little more vibrant colors. I kind of like the white arm bands around his biceps. They definitely don’t serve a purpose but they look cute. The material is a bit more form fitting than the winter soldier one which I also like. His little white and red stripes on his stomach is super cute, I like the design and the texture of it. This one looks like a really good captain America suit.

10/10

7. Captain America Civil War

This one is almost identical to his age of ultron one accept without his cute little white arm bands, which is honestly a travesty. I like the muted red and white on his stomach, it’s a nice subtle touch. His helmet looks nice and sturdy, perfect for riding motorcycles and falling out of buildings. There’s some nice padding on his arms to keep the little boy protected. And I also like the little metal star it’s super cute.

8.9/10

8. Avengers Infinity War

Oh god oh Jesus. I’m not a simp but after this who knows. I love his rolled up sleeves showing off them wrists. His waist is so damn snatched I could wrap my hand around him and put him in my breast pocket. The black star on the chest is 😍😩😶. He also has SHOULDER PADS?? He’s literally got armor for his shoulders good for you king. The dirty muted colors show a life on the run which I like. His shield is so cute?? And the beard is just the piece de resistance. Wow what a handsome lad. Almost makes up for pissy endgame steve.

10/10

9. Avengers Endgame

As much as endgame steve is problematic we can all agree that the suit was pretty good. The little circles around the star is kind of weird in my opinion cause it makes him look like he has scales. However I like how he has more red in his suit, which we don’t often see other movies. It’s definitely a throwback to his other movies especially with the lighter and vibrant colors. He’s also got a collar?? Like his suit has a little collar for him which I don’t love and I also don’t love the scale like circles on his shoulder pads either. But it’s the last suit steve rogers wears so I’ll be nice.

7.6/10

10. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

HELLO???!!!!! THIS MAN IS SO GOD DAMN HANDSOME!!! I love the white and blue tones it gives it such a nice feel. His wings and goggles are so freaking cool and he just pulls off this look so well. Everything about this suit is so pretty and I don’t know how you can top this. Amazing.

1000000/10

[recurring-polynya]

Tokusatsu Au where Rukia plays the lead actress in a superhero action show. Renji plays one of the villains and they are The most popular ship in the fandom. Bonus points if Orihime plays the main villain and loves every second of it.

This was the very first prompt I got, and I fell in love. Unfortunately, aside from a brief period of being grotesquely fascinated with Power Rangers as teen, I know almost nothing about tokusatsu. I did as much research as I could and I attempted to watch an episode of Kamen Rider, but my eyes glazed over halfway through. Anyway, please forgive my inaccuracies, I wrote this with my heart.

ao3 | ff.net

🏍    ⚡   🎬

“Uh, looks like we’re almost out of time,” the panel moderator for “High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe!: A Sneak Peak at Season 5” declared, “but would you be willing to take just a few audience questions?”

Head Screenwriter Kurosaki Ichigo glanced at Leading Actress Kuchiki Rukia out of the corner of his eye, and she gave a tiny nod.

“Yeah, sure!” he replied.

There was already a young woman waiting at the microphone, practically vibrating with anxiety. She was wearing a t-shirt that had ZabiTo4Ever!! handwritten in marker on it. Rukia knew, deep down in her bones, what the question was going to be.

“Hi, yes, hello, big fan of your work! My question is: are Tomoe and Zabimaru going to kiss this season?”

“No,” Rukia started to say.

“As you probably know,” Ichigo said loudly on top of her, “the show holds close to the core plot points of Kuna-sensei’s manga, although, because of her minimalist style, we do expand a lot of the dialogue and filler scenes. She has said in several interviews that High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe! is not a romance manga, so the odds of Tomoe and Zabimaru ever kissing on screen are very, very low.”

The young woman stared at Ichigo grumpily. “Does this also count Zabimaru’s secret college student identity, Satonako Takeru?”

Ichigo stared back at her. “Yes. It does.”

The next question came from a person wearing a full suit of HellKnight’s plasma armor made out of overlapping plates of cardboard. Rukia was kind of impressed by it. She wondered if he could sit down.

“Hi, Kurosaki-sensei, I am a huge fan of your work,” a voice emanated from deep within the cardboard. “I was wondering if you are influenced at all by fanworks, and if Episode 73: Pride is on the Line!: The Bake Sale Must Go On! was based in any way on the classic fanfiction, ‘Tell Me All Your Best Lies’? It’s the top story by kudos in the ZabiTo tag, which I might point out is the most popular shipping category on AO3.”

Ichigo cleared his throat gently. “I am contractually not allowed to read fanfiction, although I do enjoy fanart! There are some incredibly talented artists in the fandom, although for some reason, no one ever wants to draw pictures of Lead Screenwriters.”

“I’ll draw you, sleeping on the set like you always do,” Rukia offered, and that got a pretty big laugh. Rukia’s Tumblr of behind-the-scenes doodle comics was beloved among the fandom.

The next question was from a nonbinary person wearing a big poufy skirt and a hairstyle that would make their make-up and hair guru, Yumichika, sit up and take notice. “Hi, this is a question for Kuchiki-san! If the show is going to roughly keep pace with the manga, as it has done up until now, you should be shooting the storyline where Tomoe and Queen Bloodbuzz switch bodies later this year. I was wondering if you could comment on how you feel about filming that storyline?”

Finally! A good one! “Yes!” Rukia nodded eagerly. “I don’t usually like to speak for my fellow cast members, but Orihime and I are beyond excited about playing each other. We’ve been studying each other’s mannerisms and practicing already! Does anyone want to hear my Queen Bloodbuzz cackle?” She wagged her eyebrows as the audience cheered. “Here goes-- bwaHaHaHaHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAAAAAAAA!”

“Bonechilling,” Ichigo commented dryly as the audience erupted.

“Amazing, Kuchiki-san!” the moderator exclaimed. “I think there is time for one more, but this will be the last question!”

A tall girl in a full set of High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe motorcycle leathers stepped to the microphone. She was holding a notebook. “Hello!” she warbled. “In a 2020 interview with the Psychics and Sidekicks podcast, Abarai Renji was asked about his opinion on ZabiTo as a ship, and he replied,” she consulted her notebook, “‘Tomoe is such a cool lady and talented Battle Clairvoyant, and she always follows her heart and stays true to herself. I think that Zabimaru can’t help but be impressed with her, even though they’re enemies, and I always try to roll that into our on-screen interactions.’ I know that in the past you’ve refused to comment on the ship, but I was wondering if you had any thoughts on, y’know, his thoughts?”

“Well, he’s correct, of course, Tomoe is very cool and admirable,” Rukia replied, which drew a few laughs, although it seemed like the audience was leaning forward in anticipation of her answer. “Like I said, I don’t like to speak for other cast members. I’ll be doing a big cast panel with Abarai and Inoue and Matsumoto and Ukitake tomorrow afternoon, and I hope you all can make it! See you then!”

The moderator thanked them enthusiastically, and then Ichigo and Rukia slipped out the back guest entrance.

“Evasive as always, Kuchiki,” Ichigo teased.

“Whatever,” Rukia sniffed. “The higher ups say we’re not supposed to comment on stuff like that, and I was not commenting. By the way, how many secret fanfic accounts are you up to? Four?”

“It’s only three!” Ichigo paused. “I wrote that fanfic the guy brought up.”

“Of course you did,” Rukia sighed. “I do blame you personally for the popularity of the damn ship.”

“Me? Blame Kuna for making up two such sexy, emotionally constipated dumbasses!” Ichigo defended.

“Also, it’s not Ichigo’s fault that you and Abarai have insane chemistry.”

Rukia spun around, grinning. “Orihime!”

Rukia’s two co-stars, Inoue Orihime and Abarai Renji, the portrayers of Tomoe’s demonic archnemeses, stood in the hallway behind them.

“We sat in on your panel!” Orihime beamed. “You two were brilliant!”

“Don’t worry,” Renji added. “We were incognito.”

“Incognito” was relative, Rukia supposed, when you were at Tokyo’s biggest tokusatsu

convention.

Orihime was wearing a Zabimaru outfit so detailed that she probably could have won a prize down at the cosplay hall. She had the gravity-defying ponytail, the eyeliner, the insane widow's peak (complete with forehead tatts), the fangs, the motorcycle boots. The paper mache snake skull helmet was a little lopsided, but it was charming. She had her top zipped a little higher than canon, but that was forgivable, too.

Renji had taken the opposite tack of looking as much like a normal person-- or at least a normal Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe superfan-- as possible. Relaxed fit jeans and an oversized hoodie de-emphasized his ultra-fit physique. He was wearing a t-shirt with a very dramatic rendering of Orihime that said “Queen Bloodbuzz can step on me!” and a ball cap with the logo of Seireitei University, the fictional college Tomoe and Takeru attended.

“You think you’re in disguise,” Rukia pointed out, “but there are thousands of teen girls in this place with entire Tumblrs dedicated to your stupid face when you’re out of costume.”

Renji cocked an eyebrow at her. “You underestimate me, Rukia. I have bought… new sunglasses.” With a flourish, he whipped out a pair of the dorkiest wayfarers she’d ever seen, and flipped them onto his face. “I’ve disappeared! Who am I? Where am I?”

“You look really great, Orihime,” Ichigo said, his cheeks coloring a little bit. “Did you get Uryuu or Yumichika to help you with that costume?” In his continuing theme of doing things he wasn’t supposed to, Ichigo had finally started dating Orihime on the downlow around the time they finished up filming last season. It had done absolutely nothing for how shy he still got around her. They were, in Rukia’s opinion, cute as hell.

“Oh, no, that would be cheating!” Orihime replied, wagging a finger at him. “Well…maybe I did cheat, just a tiny bit. Renji helped me make the helmet and he held up references for me while I was painting on the tattoos.”

“Only the forehead ones,” Renji quickly added.

“He wouldn’t even offer feedback on my booby tattoos!” Orihime frowned. She leaned forward. “Rukia, how do they look?”

Ichigo turned even redder.

“Perfect, as in all you do!” Rukia replied loftily.

“What’s everyone got coming up next?” Renji asked. “I was thinking of slipping out and trying to pick up some real coffee.”

“I’m judging a villainess-themed cosplay competition,” Orihime chirped. “But I’m dying for a blueberry caramel iced latte. Renji, my henchman, pleeeeease!”

“Of course, my liege,” Renji replied in his Zabimaru voice.

It’s not like it had been a hard decision to accept the role of the motorcycle-riding, badass heroine of one of the most popular manga of the last decade, but it had turned out to be one of the best decisions of Rukia’s life. not just her career. Aside from a few of the money-obsessed executives, she liked nearly everyone in the cast and crew, but the fact that the fact that the ruthless, homicidal, literally Hell-spawned villains of the show were played by the two sweetest marshmallow people she had ever met just took the cake. Renji and Orihime had already known each other from some voicework they had done previously, and their excitement at working together on a live-action project had infected the entire cast from the start. Rukia wasn’t sure, but she strongly suspected that Renji was the one who had hyped Orihime up to ask Ichigo out.

“I have a writers’ workshop I’m moderating this afternoon, and I wanted to review the writing samples people sent in,” Ichigo said, scratching the back of his head. “I’d love to stop by that cosplay contest, though, at least for a few minutes.”

“You’ll be needing caffeine, too, then, eh?” Renji offered. “Hot, black, and in the largest cup they make, as usual?”

“Ugh, you’re the best,” Ichigo groaned. “You wanna power-up this season? Costume update? You know what? Maybe I’ll just have you defeat Tomoe once and for all, no one likes her anyway.”

“C’mon, you know I’m the world’s number one Tomoe simp, don’t do that!” Renji laughed.

Rukia rolled her eyes. “I’m free and I could use some fresh air. Besides, it’s going to take all your dumb muscles just to carry Kurosaki’s vat of coffee back here.”

“Cool!” Renji proclaimed. “We’ll be back soon!”

“Thanks, Renjiiiii!” Orihime waved.

“You need to stop off and put on a disguise?” Renji asked.

“No point in it, I always get recognized,” Rukia sighed, pulling her sunglasses out of her purse anyway.

“Here,” Renji said, plunking his hat on her head. “Maybe this will help.”

“Thanks,” Rukia replied, and then did a double take. “Whaaaaaat is on your head?”

“Shut up!” Renji laughed. He usually shaved his head when they were filming, because it made it easier to deal with the make-up and wigs, but since they were between seasons, he’d grown his hair out into a short, tousled mop of reddish-brown waves. He looked, for the lack of a better word, dreamy. “I shot a movie over the summer, and they wanted me to look softer.”

Rukia looked at him over the top of her sunglasses. “You didn’t tell me you were doing a movie!”

“Oh, it was just a little indy romcom thing. I wasn’t sure it was gonna pan out, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“You were in a romcom? You’re kidding me!” They ducked out of a side door of the convention center into the bright sunshine.

“Yeah, it’s about a guy who goes to the gym to try to get ripped to impress a girl, and makes friends with me, this nice, already ripped dude who gives him lifting tips and encourages him a bunch. By the end of the movie, it turns out we have crushes on each other.”

“Oh, no, that sounds really cute, actually!”

“It was written by a woman who graduated from one of Ichigo’s writing workshops. The script was really snappy and Ichigo thought having someone like me as the gym guy would give it just a bit of campy cachet. You know what a good sense he’s got for stuff like that.”

“That was cool of you to go out on a limb a little,” Rukia replied.

Renji rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d been wanting to try something like that for a while, actually.”

Rukia blinked. “You aren’t… you aren’t thinking of leaving the show, are you?”

“Huh? No. No! No, the show means the world to me, I would never. But… it’s not gonna run forever, y’know?”

“I would have guessed you’d want to be a big action star or something!” Rukia said, throwing a few air punches. “That’s my dream!”

Renji stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “Yeah, that’s what I thought I wanted when I first got into acting. I’d read the Tomoe manga, and I thought playing Zabimaru would be a good jumping-off point, besides just being a cool character overall.”

“Is that… not true?” Rukia frowned.

“Oh, I mean, I guess so! I didn’t really know about the fandom, though and… to be honest, I’m kinda into the idea that there are all these fans who think I’m complex and redeemable?”

Rukia regarded him out of the corner of her eye. “They just want to fix you.”

“Maybe! Ichigo made me read this one fanfic that was eight thousand words of the reader getting sick and Zabimaru making them soup? And feeding them the soup? I still haven’t decided how I feel about it.”

“How does he have time to find these things? Does he even sleep?”

“Anyway, it doesn’t hurt to be well-rounded and it was fun. I’m still mostly an action guy, but I wouldn’t mind doin’ something with a romantic subplot. A period drama or something like that. I look pretty good in hakama, you know.”

“I bet you do,” Rukia laughed. She squinted at him, but his expression was unreadable behind the shades. Renji didn’t have the classic leading man looks, not like her ridiculously famous older brother, but she could definitely see him as the best friend, the B-plot romance, with his cute, messy hair and that big doofy grin.

“By the way, I’m sorry you had to field that question about me spilling my romantic sensibilities on that podcast.”

Rukia laughed. “You didn’t even answer the question, either! These people are relentless!”

Renji stopped at a street corner and peered down the various possible directions they could go. “Which way feels like it might have a coffee shop?”

“You didn’t have one in mind before we left? I thought you knew where we were going!”

“Nah, I just like to go out and see what there is.”

“I can look up a map,” Rukia said, reaching in her bag for her phone.

“Let’s just go this way,” Renji said, stepping out into the street in the direction that had the WALK light. Rukia sighed and had to scramble to catch up with him.

“So, what do you think about it?”

“Huh?” Rukia asked. “Think about what?”

“Our ship. ZabiTo.”

“I can’t believe you just said that word out loud. And you know we’re not supposed to give our opinion on it!”

“Aw, c’mon, we’re not supposed to give public statements on our opinions. I don’t think there’s any harm in talking between ourselves. We’re in disguise, even.”

“‘Disguise’,” Rukia sniffed.

“You don’t like it, I can tell.”

“He’s a bad guy! Everyone always talks about chemistry, and that may be true, but I just don’t think that Tomoe could ever get over his acts of violence and cruelty.”

“Queen Bloodbuzz is cruel. Zabimaru is not cruel.”

“Okay, that’s fair, but still. He’s kidnapped just about all of Tomoe’s friends and or turned them into monsters at one time or another. He’s always setting Karakura Town on fire or flooding it with magic lizard goo. He ruined the sports festival.”

“Maybe the sports festival deserved to be ruined,” Renji muttered under his breath.

“Okay, you’ve got a point on that one,” Rukia admitted.

“It’s really clear though, that he’s got some agenda beyond just simping for Queen Bloodbuzz--”

“The simping for Queen Bloodbuzz is the most relatable thing about him, to be honest.”

“Granted. But, what if he’s got a good reason for everything he does, actually? What if he’s doing all of this against his own moral code as a means of infiltrating Hell itself and getting himself into a position of trust so that he can bring down the Lords of Hell from the inside?”

Rukia slipped her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose. “Does Kuna give you Zabimaru spoilers?” The reclusive creator High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe! was only barely involved with the television show, but she did privately meet with each of the cast members about once a year. Most of Rukia’s meetings consisted of Kuna giving her constructive criticism on her battle poses.

“No, mostly we practice sneering,” Renji replied. “But I gotta play the guy, so I gotta think about this, you know, what motivates him? I mean, you’re probably right, it would never work out. But unlike Tomoe, whose principles would call for her to ignore any attraction she has to him, Zabimaru has the freedom to pine for her, perhaps because his love is futile and he doesn’t think he deserves it anyway.”

“That’s kinda dark, dude,” Rukia frowned.

“Yes, well, that is the kind of character acting that netted me the 2019 Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Best Villain Award, Foreign Language Category.”

“That’s literally what’s going through your head when you’re shouting that if I can’t make some sick motorcycle jump, you’ll turn all my friends into stuffed animal versions of themselves?”

“No, of course not! At those times I’m thinking about how much I love my job. OH! and what is that I see!” Renji struck an extremely Zabimaru pose. “A MISTER DONUT!”

“My hero!” Rukia exclaimed, unable to resist an opportunity to shout dramatically. “I’m sorry I doubted you!”

“I think we should get some donuts, too. Orihime loves donuts,” Renji declared.

“Oh, for sure,” Rukia agreed. She was thoughtful for a moment. It would be easy to move on to a different subject, the subject being donuts, but she wasn’t happy with leaving the last conversation hanging. “Look, Renji, just because I don’t like the dumb ship, you know that’s not a reflection on you, right?”

“Huh?” Renji replied. “You mean you don’t mind if I like it?”

“Well… I mean, I don’t, I guess, but what I really meant was, er… we joke a lot, but Tomoe and Zabimaru are just parts, y’know? Just because I don’t think Zabimaru isn’t good boyfriend material doesn’t mean I…” Rukia trailed off, suddenly realizing what she was saying. “Um. What I mean is. You’re very nice and probably one of my favorite people I’ve ever worked with and if someone I knew wanted to ask you out, I would definitely encourage them to, A+ guy, I’d say, probably would make a great boyfriend.”

Renji pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead and regarded her for a long moment. “For the record, Kuchiki, I think that both you and Tomoe would make excellent girlfriend material.” While Rukia stood there and gaped like a fish, he turned and pushed open the door to the coffee shop. “Ichigo likes crullers and Orihime always wants the most colorful thing they’ve got. Do you know what you want?”

“I need to think about it,” Rukia squeaked. She wasn’t talking about donuts.

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Bonus: Here are my notes from when I was making up the show. I hope this wasn’t too confusing!

High-Spirited Battle Clairvoyant Tomoe!

based on a manga by reclusive mangaka Kuna Mashiro

Head Screenwriter: Kurosaki Ichigo

🌟 Starring: 🌟

Kuchiki Rukia as Yukimura Tomoe, a spunky college student who can see ghosts and fights demons from Hell! She rides a motorcycle!

Inoue Orihime as Queen Bloodbuzz, a Lady of Hell, who seeks to gather energy from the Living Realm so that she can become the Supreme Ruler of Hell. Very aesthetic. Much bees.

Abarai Renji as Zabimaru, Queen Bloodbuzz’s ruthless henchman. He leads a double life as fierce-looking, but gentle-hearted college student Satonaka Takeru! What is his long game??

[venactricisfics]

Malibu Desert

A night out

@lonelyheart75​ @audrie-bryant

Mayans Based Story. Adult Content

Master List

Eighteen

After coffee and breakfast at Vicki’s, she wouldn’t hear of us eating out when she had plenty, I climbed on the back of Bishop’s bike and we rode into town.  The gates of the scrap yard rattle open and we pull through. 

“It’s still standing,” I comment as I take my helmet off. “I’m almost surprised.” 

“So am I,” he takes my hand and we walk up the steps to the clubhouse.  “I just need to take care of a few things.”

I give his cheek a peck before releasing his hand, “Hurry or we may end up with a hot pink tufted couch.” 

“Don’t rush me, woman,” he says, “I will put my dirty boots on your pink couch.” He shoots me a wink then steps behind the stained glass door. I open my computer and remove the overly feminine options from my Pinterest board.  I didn’t doubt Bishop for a second. I also wanted to make the new place /our/ place.  Our home together.  If he could compromise on Harley art and leather I could meet him in the middle.  I love him more than any piece of furniture. Though I think I could squeeze that pink sofa in my new beauty room. 

“Yo Malibu,” I lift my eyes from my screen hearing Angel’s voice call out, “Bish wants you.”

“In there?” I glance through the stained glass. In all the time I’d dated Bishop I hadn’t walked past the stained glass. I respected him and the club too much to go uninvited. 

“Yeah in there, that’s where he’s at,” Angel responds, his words oozing annoyance. 

“Asshole,” I say as I walk timidly through the door. The decor was pretty much what I expected. A long table surrounded by big wooden chairs. I fought back the urge to run my fingers over the table’s artwork. 

“Sit,” Bishop motioned to the empty chair between Hank and Creeper. He had his Presidente voice on when he spoke. It was firm, controlling, if I’m honest with myself it excited me. I pushed that thought away, I was called in here to talk business. I take a seat after Angel pulls it out.  It was almost daunting having all those eyes aimed in my direction. 

“We voted,” Bishop says, voice still booming.  “We can cut you in for 10%.”

I quirk a brow, “While I appreciate you agreeing to include me in the business. I’ve already spoken to Vicki and sweetheart, that number seems a little low to me.” Trying to keep my face just as stoic. “I’m fronting all the new expenses and providing all the new connections.” He leans over whispering to Taza then looks to Riz. 

“Can you talk to Vicki and get her to kick in part of her cut?” he asks. 

“I think she will be ok with that,” Riz answers. 

“Then I think we can get you up to 20%,” Bishop states. 

“I can settle for 25%,” I respond, “as long as the girls don’t feel the brunt of that cut.” I couldn’t quite read Bishop’s expression.  Did I overstep?  No, it was more than fair.  Vicki and her girls get the majority, the club gets a cut for their protection, and I was kicking in all the costs for remodeling and medical. 

“Done,” he picks the massive hammer up and slams it down. Adjourning the meeting.  I blink, then blink again.  

“That’s it?” I ask, standing as he stands. 

“Not much more to discuss,” his face finally relaxes and he gives me a smile as we step back into the bar, his arm draped over my shoulders.

“You’re different in there,” I say as I slip my arm around his waist.

“I have to have my shit together, hermosa,” he tells me, “I earned their respect, I have to make sure that I keep it.”

“I like it,” I lean in keeping my voice low, “your Presidente voice is very hot.”

“Very hot, Bish,” Angel says behind me, “makes my dick hard every time.” I respond to his comment with an elbow to his stomach.  “Aw shit,” he responds blocking his stomach from any other blows, “Bish your ole la…” he pauses seeing the look on my face,” your girl is assaulting me.”

“I got no problem with it,” Bishop replies then walks with me to the table with my computer still set up. I show him everything I’d picked out.  He agreed with most.  I compromised the big fluffy couch for a dark brown leather.  And he let me go with the canopy bed with twinkle lights.  

“We can have it all delivered and set up by the end of the week,” I start punching in my credit card information.

“I can’t let you buy it all, querida,” he says, taking a sip from his bottle. 

“We’re buying it,” I tell him, “I’m just putting my card number.” I rest my hand on his thigh, “If it makes you feel better you can pay for the movers. I got a lot of shit that has to be packed and moved.” He nods and leans pressing his lips to mine. 

“Bish,” EZ says standing across the table from us, “I got that thing you wanted done.”

“Thanks, son,” he said, then turned his attention back to me, “You ready to get out of here for a while, querida?” 

“Sure,” I responded standing up with him walking out to the front, “Where are we going?”

“Just get on the fucking bike,” he states with a slight smile, “Stop asking questions.” He hands me my helmet. I swing my leg over the bike and rest my hands on his side. “You’re lucky I like it when you’re bossy,” I respond. 

We rode out of the city and up into the mountains, to a part of Santo Padre I’d never seen before.  The view was awe-inspiring.  He helps me off the bike and leads me to a blanket that was spread out over the grass.  A picnic basket in the corner.  

“It’s beautiful,” I say after settling down with him, “I don’t deserve you.” 

He rests his hand on my cheek, “You deserve so much more than me. I’m a fucking biker. I am grateful you ever gave me a second glance.” 

“I couldn’t help but notice you on your loud as fuck motorcycle,” I smile locking my gaze with his, “waking me up at all hours.” 

“Leave my bike alone, querida,” he says, “I know that bike better than I know your body.” His hand ghosting down my arm making me tremble.

“I’ll take your word for that,” I whisper as I move closer to him, my lips hovering just a breath from his, “you seem to know my body so well.” 

“Yes, mi amor,” he presses his lips to mine briefly, “I know you’re hungry, you didn’t eat much at Vicki’s this morning.” 

“Then I hope this basket isn’t just for show,” I kiss him back then reach for the basket.  It wasn’t just for show, it was filled with steak tortas, chips and salsa, and churros filled with chocolate.  It was all delicious.  

I slid out of my shoes and let my toes feel the sand beneath my feet as I took in the view. The sun dips on the horizon.  Everything from the scenery to the man was perfect. A gentle breeze blows my hair around my face.  I turn back smiling as he snaps a picture of me with his phone.  I walk back towards him, “Let me see?” He swipes through the shots he took. 

He gives me a meaningful look, “Take your shirt off.”

“Here? Now?” I raise a brow.

He nods, “Your skin glows in the moonlight.”

“That’s because I’m pale,” I give him a smile. I glance about realizing we’re in the middle of nowhere, I pull my shirt up over my head and lay it on the blanket beside him.  He watches me, eyes dark.  

“Now your pants,” Bishop says. I pop the button of my jeans and shimmy them down my hips.  His gaze moves over me, as erotic as though it was his touch.  He raises up on his knees, his hands cup my hips and his lips press against my stomach. His tongue dances over the waistband of my purple satin panties and he grabs me tighter.  My fingers lace through his hair when he inches lower, sucking my clit through my satin panties before peeling them down my legs. Bishop’s hands returned to my hips holding me steady as he ran the flat of his tongue along my slit. I let out a moan as the sensation courses through my body.  If he weren’t holding me I would have floated away.  My muscles tense and I start to tremble, but he continues probing me with his tongue.  

“I’m …” I couldn’t finish the thought before my release rushed over me, my legs shaking and I couldn’t stand. Bishop guides me to lay on the blanket. He trails kisses back up my stomach and then my chest and up my neck.  He whispers in my ear with a groan, “I love the way you taste.”

My cheeks still flush at his words, I brush my thumb over his cheek, “I love you, Bishop.” 

“Do you, hermosa, or just because I made you cum,” he smirks, “twice.” 

“That’s a bonus,” I pressed my lips to his, I moaned, tasting myself on his lips. His leather felt cool pressed to my heated skin.  I tug at his belt and my hand slips inside, stroking him. 

“You find something you want?” he asked, smirk still tugging at his lips.  

“Are you going to give it to me?” I try to push his pants down as he settles between my thighs. He hooks my leg over his arm as he drives into me. 

“You know I will,” he groans as he picks up his pace. My hands move over the leather of his kutte then grip tight on his firm shoulders. My hips move to meet his thrusts. I tremble beneath him as my mind goes blank as waves of pleasure flow through every cell in my body.  He fixes his eyes with mine before his lips crash into mine at his release. 

He rests his forehead against mine as he comes down from his high. I smile as his wallet chain brushes against my bare thigh, “Why am I practically naked out here and you are still fully clothed?” 

Bishop smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “I’m just fucking lucky.” 

“Damn right,” I smile back at him before pressing my lips to his. “Take me home and we can get naked together.”  

[iwoulddieforkeanureeves]

Ride (Keanu Reeves x Reader)

This one shot gets a bit NSFW towards the end!

Today had been a rough day, a rough day after a series of rough days. You had been overworked, stressed, and wanted nothing more than to get home and go to sleep. You hoped into your little rundown car after work, the sun was just starting to set, as you had to stay late at work to finish something up, because of course your coworkers wouldn't stay to help you. You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. You started your car and took a deep breath, trying to enjoy the pretty sunset as you set off. The long country road you were on was relatively empty. You smiled as the music wafted through the air and the wind ruffled your hair, you had always loved drives like these. The sunset above you, no other cars riding your bumper, just you, the radio, and the road.

Everything was going smoothly until your felt your pedal go limp under your foot as your engine sputtered. You cursed loudly, pulling over on the shoulder with your leftover momentum as your engine died. You let out a small scream, why? Why couldn't you have one nice thing? Just one nice drive, ruined by your stupid car, and your stupid coworkers who couldn't pull their own weight. You threw your hazards on and tried to start your car, to no avail. You got out and slumped your body against the car and began to silently cry, the pressure of life weighing down on you like a brick. You sat there, your body wracked with sobs as you curled up. You tried calling someone to come help you, and realized your phone was dead. You threw it into the car and ran your hand through your hair. What were you supposed to do now? You clutched the fabric of your pants as you felt your sobs get more intense. It felt like some cosmic force was out to get you. Like everything you did, no matter how hard you tried, how much you cared, just blew up in your face.

You were interrupted by the sound of a motorcyclist rolling up behind you, the soft purr of the engine breaking you out of your stupor for a moment. You wiped your eyes and looked up, seeing a tall man with a gorgeous Harley Davidson motorcycle. He was wearing a soft brown leather jacket and dark wash jeans, you could tell he was toned by the way the leather and denim gripped his form. He kicked up his stand and dismounted. Taking off his helmet and shaking out his long dark hair. You knew he looked familiar, but you couldn't place his face. He was incredibly handsome, with dark almond shaped eyes and a salt and peppery beard.

He approached you, you still wiping the tears off of your face and trying to pull yourself together. He slowly bent down, his knees in the dirt as he placed a warm hand on your knee. "Are you okay?" He inquired, his voice was deep and gentle. You looked up, and your eyes went wide as you recognized him. It was Keanu Reeves, you had seen him onscreen, heard about his kind acts, and that he lived in the area, but you had never expected this.

Maybe your luck was changing for the better, you thought as you nodded softly. "Yeah, my car broke down and my phone is dead so I can't call anyone and I don't know what's wrong with it." You explained, he stood up and held his hand out to you. You gratefully took it, as he effortlessly pulled your smaller body up on its feet.

He looked behind you, "That's awful, how about your pop your hood for me and I'll see if I can see what's wrong." He offered as he began to walk to the front of the car.

You hopped back in the car and popped the hood as he asked, you were floored by Keanu. He just helped you, on the side of the road, for no reason. He probably has a thousand other things to do, but he's here. You watched him take off his leather jacket, revealing a simple white v-neck shirt. He handed the jacket to you, and began to rummage around the engine, checking for any obvious problems. You ran your fingers down the soft leather as you watched him, his eyes laser focused as he assessed your car.

He pulled away, sighing, and running his hand through his long hair. "I think it's something electrical, you'd probably have to get it to a shop." He surmised, looking out on the empty road. You realized his hands were dirty, so you found some baby wipes in your car and handed them to Keanu.

You still clutched his leather jacket as he cleaned up, "Thank you so much for doing that, you didn't have to." You blurted out, a bit flustered still by the whole situation.

He gave you a smile, "Oh don't worry about it. What's your name?" He asked as he walked closer to you, taking his jacket back into his arm as he leaned on your vehicle.

You straightened up, "(Y/N)." You said, as you put your hands in your pockets.

He began to put his jacket on, "Well, (Y/N), I don't have my phone on me, so we'll probably have to either ride up to the shop or ride to my place so you can use my phone." He stated, talking with his hands as he presented the options to you.

You smiled, he was a bit of a goof. "Whatever is easier for you, I don't want to inconvenience you." You replied, to which he waved you off.

"You're not an inconvenience, have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?" He asked as he went over to his bike, you followed closely behind and shook your head. He got on, "Its really fun, just get on behind me and hold on tight, and you'll be alright." He said, smiling, his passion for it clearly showing through as you got on behind him. A blush spread across your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his waist, his warmth seeping into you. You never thought you'd be this close to him.

Keanu started up his Harley, and started back down the long and winding road. The sun had set now, and the air had began to cool. He looked out on the road, feeling the cool air on his exposed skin and your arms wrapped around his waist. When he first saw you sitting there crying, he remembered how it felt when he had lost everything, and he knew he had to help you. You being absolutely stunning was just a bonus, of course. For the first time in a while, Keanu felt a little less lonely, feeling your body pressed against his own as he drove off into the night.

You practically snuggled into his back, the night air whipping your hair around behind you. Keanu was just so warm and comforting. The smell of leather filled your nose as you had your head laying on his strong shoulders. You honestly didn't know what you would've done if he didn't come along, the nearest anything was more than 5 miles away, and you really didn't want to walk for two hours in the dark. He was a hero on and offscreen, apparently.

After about twenty minutes of riding with Keanu, he pulled into his garage, parking his bike. You looked around in wonder at the gorgeous collection of rare and interesting cars and motorcycles. But you couldn't stare for long as Keanu quickly led you inside, which was equally as impressive, but he seemed rather bashful about it. You were surprised he was so humble about everything, living in LA it seems like everyone was stuck up, vapid, and selfish, especially every C-list 'influencer' that came into your work. But Keanu was completely different, he was a gentleman, he was humble, and he was selfless.

You settled into his couch as he went off to find his phone for you to use after telling you to make yourself comfortable. You did so, kicking off your shoes and curling up onto the couch. Without his presence the tiredness and aches from your long shift set into your body.

Keanu came back downstairs, cell phone in hand, he saw you curled up on the couch as your eyelids began to droop. He couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked, he sat down beside you and handed you his phone. "Here." He said, his deep voice resonating in his chest.

You gratefully took it, your hand lingering on his for just a moment. He was so warm, and so soft. You looked up at him, "Thank you, Keanu. For everything." You said softly before going in the other room to make a few calls.

Keanu taped his foot, for some reason he was feeling a bit nervous. He had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with you, the way your skin felt against his, the feelings of your arms around his waist, the way your hair looked when it was flowing out behind you in the wind. He brushed his hand through his own hair, smoothing it out. He smiled at you when you came back into the room. You returned his smile, and held his phone out to him. He savored the lingering of your hand on his. He stood up, "Are you hungry?" He inquired, making his way to the kitchen.

You were quick on the taller man's heels, "A little, but, I've already overstayed my welcome!" You insisted.

Keanu chuckled, "Would it make you feel better if you helped me cook?" He asked playfully, turning around to face you.

You blushed, coming face to face, or rather, face to chest, with him. You nodded, "It would." You answered, "What's on the menu?" You asked as you leaned on the counter.

Keanu opened the fridge, stroking his beard idly as he mulled over the contents. "How about pasta?" He asked, pulling out a few ingredients and tossing them in his hands.

You giggled at him, "That sounds divine." You responded, taking some of the items out of his hands and laying them out on the counter.

He laid his hand on your shoulder, "I'm gonna go put a record on, would you boil some water?" He asked softly. You smiled at the contact and nodded as he went off. You began looking around the kitchen to find a pot, before seeing them hung up above the counter. You didn't realized how you missed them. You huffed, as they were just out of your reach, even on your tippy toes. You heard the sound of soft jazz begin to flow through the house as you began to prop yourself up on various handles to try to reach the large pot above you.

You had almost grasped the handle when you felt your toes give way as you slipped and began to fall towards the ground. But before you could do too much damage strong arms enveloped you, he helped you back to your feet, leaving his arms wrapped around your body. "I forgot those were so high up there." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. Your face flushed as your hands rested against his chest. You could barely breathe with him so close to you, the smell of clean linen and leather, the warmth of his skin. Keanu's eyes darted between your bright eyes and plump lips. He moved one of his hands to brush the hair out of your face. "Wouldn't want you to harm that gorgeous face of yours." He said, even softer than before.

You went cherry red, this had to be a dream. But the feeling of his body right next to yours was as tangible as ever. You perked yourself up on your tippy toes, your eyes fluttering shut as Keanu cupped your face and softly kissed you. His beard tickled your face as you smiled into the kiss. Your hands began to roam his toned body as he held your hips and deepened the kiss.

Keanu pulled away for a moment, staring down at you with something you couldn't quite place. His dark eyes seemed to glimmer as he grabbed you around the waist and effortlessly sat you on top of the counter and finding his place nested between your legs before beginning to trail kisses down your face and neck.

You couldn't help but let out a small whine as he kissed your neck, and laced your fingers in his long dark hair. God, it was so soft and thick, and his warm lips felt like heaven assaulting your sensitive skin. At your whine, Keanu let out a small laugh, his deep voice radiating in your chest. His thumbs rubbed small circles into your hips as he continued to suck on your neck and collarbone.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you began to return the favor and pepper Keanu in kisses, grinding your body into him as you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter. It must've tickled, he laughed. His laugh sent shivers down your spine. "How about I repay you for all your kindness, Mr. Reeves?" You purred, drawing your hands down his chest and resting on his hips.

Breathless, Keanu simply nodded as you hopped off the counter, rubbing his thighs and playing with his waistband. He whined, wishing for nothing more than to free himself of his ever tightening pants and feel you wrapped around him.

You giggled, watching his face as you teased him and slowly undid his belt buckle. Palming him through his pants, another moan escaped his lips. After freeing him of the confines of his pants, you went to work, wanting to show your gratitude. John had his fingers laced in your hair as you bobbed up and down on him, occasionally whispering your name as he stroked your face and hair.

Before he finished, he pulled you off of him and to your feet, he kissed your neck and whispered in your ear, "God, (Y/N), I need you so bad. Dinner can wait." Before whisking you into his arms and staring down at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

[captainkippen]

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A good soundtrack to this one would be 21 Summer by Brothers Osborne.

It was times like this that Cyrus wished he'd been raised to be the kind of boy who loved and understood cars. It was a dusty summer afternoon, the kind where everything feels bleached and oversaturated, and he was stood by the side of the road watching his Chevy puff out ugly black smoke while the sun beat down on the back of his neck. He was definitely going to get burned. It seemed to take Andi forever to show up, but he was grateful to hear the sound of her bike revving as it tore down the road towards him.

He turned away as she stopped beside him, trying to avoid the cloud of dirt the wheels kicked up. She had just come from the circuit down near Lakeside; Saturdays always played host to an array of friendly Motocross races between locals that Andi absolutely delighted in crushing everybody else at. It was amazing that she wasn't boiling to death in her gear, but he chose not to comment. He was lucky she'd been willing to come all the way out here to save him.

“Well?” He asked, as she popped the trunk and stuck her head underneath to examine the damage. “Can you fix it?”

“No.” She twisted back around to speak to him. Cyrus’ shoulders sagged. He was doomed - he couldn't afford to call professionals, and if it got towed it he would likely be saying goodbye to his car for good. His dad wouldn't lend him the money to get it back anymore - he kept insisting that Cyrus take some responsibility and invest in a new car. He wouldn't. The truck had belonged to his late grandfather. It was terribly old and terribly rusty, and definitely not that safe to drive, but it still smelled comfortingly like the scent of cologne and cigars that he remembered from his childhood, and he was unwilling to let that go any time soon.

“Don't give me that look,” Andi said. “I know somebody who can help. It might take him a while to get here though… I don't know if he's working today or not.”

“How much will he charge?”

“I can probably convince him to do it for free.” Cyrus eyed her disbelievingly. She shrugged back at him. “He owes me.”.

It turned out to be one of the guys she knew from the circuit. TJ Kippen, he had introduced himself as. Cyrus had seen him around town a few times; he was the kind of kind that you'd think would be the polar opposite of Andi Mack but secretly she had everything in common with him.

TJ was muscular and tall, with suntanned skin and little freckles dotted across the bare skin of his shoulders that wasn't protected by the tank top he wore. Apparently, he worked as a mechanic at the shady garage just outside of town, and Andi informed Cyrus that he was the best around with a hint of pride creeping into her voice. He wasn't the kind of boy Cyrus had any business looking at the way he was. He held himself in a way that suggested he'd punch anyone who disagreed with him - the same sort of posture Cyrus had seen on boys who had a problem with him even looking in their direction. TJ, however, didn't seem to mind. That or he didn't notice Cyrus’ gaze boring into the back of him as he bent over the trunk of the truck to tinker with the insides.

Guys like TJ were trouble. They were greasy, grumpy and kicked up a fuss at the slightest little thing. Unfortunately, they were also exactly Cyrus’ type.

“Stop drooling,” Said Andi, a teasing twinkle in her eye. “It's impolite.”

“I'm not drooling,” Cyrus shot back. “And keep your voice down.”

She grinned at him but clearly she was feeling generously merciful because she didn't say anything else. Instead, she checked her watch and cursed loudly.

“I have to go,” she said. “I promised I'd help CeCe with dinner.”

“Wait, what about me?” Cyrus asked. “What if he can't fix the truck? My phone just died, I can't call anyone else for a ride.”

She rolled her eyes. “TJ will give you a ride home,” then she raised her voice slightly. “Right, TJ?”

TJ didn't look up but waved a wrench at them in a motion that must have been an affirmative because Andi grabbed her helmet, ruffled her hair and jumped back on to her bike.

“Later, Cy. Let me know how it goes with the car.” And then she was off. Cyrus watched her peel down the road, the screech of the bike tearing through the air and fading again just as quickly.

“God, I love that noise.” Cyrus jumped, he hadn't realised TJ had emerged from under the hood.

“Uh, yeah,” He coughed slightly. “It's great?”

To tell the honest truth, Cyrus had no knowledge of expertise on the way a motorcycle should sound or anything else about them really. TJ obviously knew that because he huffed out a quiet laugh. It was a pleasant sound and had it not been at the expense of Cyrus himself he probably would've tried to make TJ laugh again. Instead, he moved towards the truck.

“So how's it going?” He asked. “Will you be able to fix it?”

“Oh, yeah,” TJ replied, tucking a greasy rag into his back pocket and tapping the side of the truck gently. “It's an easy fix, don't worry, but it might take a little while. You cool to hang out here 'til I'm done or do you want me to drop you home and bring the truck back when I'm finished?”

The better option was quite clearly to go home and shower, he had work later, after all, so he wasn't quite sure why his next words rolled off his tongue so easily. “I'll stay.”

“Cool,” Said TJ. “But you should put on some sunscreen or something. There's some in my trunk. Here, catch!” He tossed over his keys and Cyrus left him to return to his tinkering.

The rest of the afternoon passed lazily for Cyrus. He dug a book out from the backseat of the truck and took up under the shade of the nearby treeline to alternate between reading and watching TJ work. Around him, crickets chirped loudly, and a soft breeze pushed its way across the tall grass. It wasn't a bad way to spend the day, in all honesty.

When he was finally done, TJ let out a triumphant cheer and danced around to the front seat of the truck to try the engine. It started with more ease than Cyrus had ever seen it do before, and there was the added bonus of a lack of smoke rising.

“Thank you so much,” He said to TJ.

“'s no problem,” TJ shrugged. “Anything for a friend of Mack's.”

“You sure you don't want me to pay you anything?” He asked, biting his lip in uncertainty. He felt bad. TJ had just done several hours of labour under a hot sun and the result was a visible sheen of sweat across his skin. He shook his head at Cyrus.

“Nah, it's all good. There is one thing you can do for me, though?” There was a hopeful lilt to his voice.

“Of course. Anything.”

“You could go out with me sometime.”

“What?”

TJ's crooked grin widened. “You've been staring at me all day, all while I've had my head under a hood. It's only fair you give me a chance to stare back.”

Cyrus corrected himself from earlier. Boys like TJ weren't trouble because they were mean. Boys like TJ were trouble because they had roguish smiles and asked him out in a way that left him wanting to kiss him in response.

He smiled and looked away to the periwinkle sky. “I suppose a date could be arranged.”

“Yeah? Awesome.”

Before they got into their cars, Cyrus let TJ scrawl his number down his forearm in smudgy black marker. It was going to be hell to get off, but it was worth it. The devilish glimmer in TJ's eye left Cyrus contemplating how an endless summer stretched out before them; the promise of romance on its way.

[anip-ocs]

"Why'd I get detention?!" A voice shrieked from inside the building.

"Because Mr. Kent still thinks you don't speak English!" Another shout replied--this was Brett. The first voice must be Diana, then--the girl who sat in the back of her math class making animal noises and answering any questions in what Alana believed may have been either Russian or German. Or both.

Diana Terrível--local queen of mischief and style.

(Bonus Pic and text under the cut)

Location: Kasey K-12 School for the Gifted, Kihiro City, California, United States

Time: Friday, October 25th, 3:15 PM

The detention slip told Ken he had to be in a 'Mrs. Ginny''s room at 3:10. However, it had taken him ten minutes after the bell rang just to find Mrs. Ginny's room, let alone get his things into his locker. There was no sort of room number on the paper, and the man he'd asked had pointed him in the entirely wrong direction. Turns out that man was Mrs. Ginny's substitute. He didn't even seem sorry.

He walked in to see his friends already in there, trying to hide their laughter. In there with them was the boy who had been bullying Alana a few weeks ago, and a girl he’d seen skipping down the hall singing a handful of times. The girl wasn’t subtle at all, and straight-up pointed his way and let out a cackle.

“Nice hair, dweeb,” she said, still snickering. Ken couldn’t help but sigh, even as he sent her a glare and took a seat near his friends.

A few moments later, the curly-haired substitute closed the door and moved to lean on the desk. He was tall--very tall. Taller than Alana--which was unbelievably rare, now that Maddi thought about it. Hell, this guy had to duck to get back inside.

“Greetings, future juvenile delinquents,” he began.

“Hello,” the girl greeted with a grin, leaning back in her chair. The sub laughed a bit before he continued.

“I’m Mr. Peters. I don’t care if you guys stay quiet or whatever it is kids do in detention now, but I’m supposed to tell you to be quiet and do all that stuff anyways. I’m off to the teacher’s lounge. Don’t leave the room, don’t kill anybody, see you guys later.”

“No promises,”

Everyone made sure to scoot as far away from the animal noise girl as possible.

“As I’ve already said, I don’t really care. I’m out.” at that, Mr. Peters walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. ‘Madame Mimicry’ stood and made her way to the window, watching a bit. Brett sent her a look.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Watching Mr. Peters drive away on a motorcycle with his boyfriend.” everyone rushed to the window to see that she was telling the truth--Mr. Peters was noticeably not in the teacher’s lounge as he rode away on the back of a motorcycle, being driven by another man his age.

“How do you know that’s his boyfriend?” Brian asked.

“He gushes about him sometimes when he subs my classes.”

“Well then,” Ken said, watching as the two turned a corner and vanished from view.

“I mean, they could at least wear helmets. They might crash, and then they’d get comas.” Maddi said.

“Or die,” the animal noise girl added. Maddi nodded.

“That too,”

“So now what do we do?” Brett asked.

“...guess we just talk to each other?” Alana said with a shrug. Brett just scoffed, flipping hair out of his face.

“And why would I want to talk to you?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll snap your fucking neck,” animal noise girl and Maddi said at the same time. They sent each other a look before low-fiving each other.

Everyone made sure to stay as far away from those two as possible.

“...let’s start with names, then, since we’re apparently being forced to talk to each other. Not like I know who any of you are--except maybe you,” Brett sent Alana a look. “And not even your actual name. Unless your birth certificate says ‘Glasses Dork.’”

“My birth certificate says Alana,” Alana tucked her arms into her jacket.

“Huh. Okay,”

“Hey, our names rhyme!” animal girl said with a grin.

“Oh, really? What’s your name?” Alana asked, shifting in her seat.

“Diana! Diana Terrível! And the ‘I’ on my last name has a really cool accent on it.”

“Oh, cool!”

“I’m Ken Shinigami,” Ken almost bowed, but then stopped himself. Apparently bowing was weird. Apparently all the formalities his father had taught him were strange here… what else was?

Apparently, his last name.

“Hello there, Ken Demon.” Diana grinned again. Oh right, that. Ken rose an eyebrow and Diana just burst out laughing, Brett following quickly after.

“Demons aside, I’m Taylor. Wakes, since we’re doing last names.” Taylor offered a short wave. The group of students began shifting their desks closer together, sitting on them to talk. Ken sat in the chair the same way they had to during school, instead of taking advantage of their ‘freedom.’ What a dweeb.

“I’m Cujo Smithson, but everyone calls me CJ.” CJ said with a grin.

There was a moment of silence as everyone wondered who was going to go next. CJ nudged Brian so hard he nearly fell off his desk. The boy fumbled with his tablet for a moment before shoving CJ in return.

“Brian Hodges,” he said, sending a glare his friend’s way.

“I’m Maddi,” Maddi said with a shrug. Ken sat up a bit in his seat.

“Hey, Maddi, I just realized you’ve never told me your last name,” he said. Maddi’s hands curled into fists.

“There’s a reason for that,”

“What is it?”

“Don’t use it.”

“Well, why not?”

“Don’t ask,” Alana said, nudging him in the shoulder and sending him a look that said he’d better not ask. Needless to say, Ken didn’t ask.

“...well, I’m Brett Mage.” Brett said with a sigh.

“So what are you all here for?” Diana asked.

“Skipping,” Maddi said. Her friends all nodded in agreement.

“I skipped detention,” Brett shrugged. Alana’s eyes grew wide.

“You skipped detention?!” she asked.

“Yup.”

“What were you originally here for?” Maddi asked. She scarcely noticed Brian’s grin--it was clear he knew something.

“Talking back to the teacher,”

“What’d you say so bad that you got detention?” Taylor quirked an eyebrow. Brian let out a snort and covered his mouth.

Brett slammed his hands on the desk. “I was being smarter than the goddamn teacher, that’s what! He was being all like ‘everyone open Internet Explorer and go to this website’ and I said ‘Why do we have to use Internet Explorer, that program sucks, can’t we use Chrome? They’re all way faster’ and he’s all ‘because I’m the teacher you do what I say, I’m Mr. Gardner and I hate smart children bleh bleh bleh’ and I said ‘I refuse to use Internet Explorer, at least let us use Firefox, goddammit’ and then he handed me a referral for cursing in class.”

Diana started laughing uncontrollably.

“I remember that! Wasn’t that also for playing Overwatch during his presentation on applying animations to PowerPoints?” Brian asked. Brett just seemed even more exasperated.

“I was told that we were going to learn how to design websites and program video games and stuff, but no! We’re just learning stuff that any third grader could figure out! Hell, he does everything the long way, I’m smarter than the damn teacher, what the fuck?!”

“Wait,” Diana gave him a puzzled look. “Are most people not smarter than the teacher?”

“We aren’t supposed to be. Doesn’t tend to happen that way, though.”

“I can’t believe he’s spent two entire months teaching us how to use Microsoft Word?” Brian said. This elicited a groan from Brett, a full-blown, head-tipped-back groan. Diana looked completely lost. Taylor gave her a pat on the shoulder.

“Right?! I mean, doesn’t he know that everyone uses Google Docs now?! It’s way better than anything else on the market, and it's free!”

“Actually, I think Shinigami Docs is better than Google Docs,” Ken stated.

“But you have to pay for it! And that doesn’t even mention…”

This began a three-way techno dork-off. Alana decided that Brett was not only the biggest dork she’d ever met in her entire life so far, but was also rivaling Brianna Jones for the title of Biggest Drama Queen in the Entire School. No wonder they were dating.

“Wait. You never said what you did to get in here?” Alana said suddenly, looking at Diana. She was greeted with a positively wicked grin.

“I put someone in the hospital,” she stated. The room grew quiet.

Everyone made sure to scoot as far away from her as possible. Except, this time, for Brett.

“Liar!” he called, pointing at her. “You are a dirty liar! Ha!” he turned to address the rest of the room. “She’s in here because she keeps meowing and shit in math class, answering questions in basically every language except English.”

“Actually, that’s just what they caught me for.” Ken felt a shudder go down his spine when she smiled again. Her teeth looked like fangs.

Brett scooted away too.

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