#to the stupid dumbass who came calling me white

[twelvedoc]

imagine liking and actually rooting for a racist misogynistic ugly ass character, couldnt be me

[lucifermonsii]

I don't know if you accept making other content other than call of duty, but here goes. Can you make Francis mosses from not my neighbor with a short male s/o, but who is strong. Can you deny this request if you like!

Have a good day/night!

FRANCIS?? I LOVE HIM.

M!Reader x Francis Mosses

Fighting his doppelganger 🤺

Reader is shorter then Francis

You were a short man.

Really.

It was no joke.

Behind the booth you looked fine, sitting down on the chair that has left your butt imprint from sitting on it so damn long. But whenever you were about to get into your both god damn you were small.

One time Francis was walking to the booth to get inside the apartment, the empty milk carrier swings around his hands as he held it. Dragging his feet to get into his apartment already from the long day of delivering milk.

Henry walked past him and eyed him up amd down with his tired eyes, making sure he wasn't a doppelganger before quickly walking away. Francis simply side glanced in return through half lidded eyes before going to the booth, seeing you struggling to find the key to go inside of it as Henry accidentlaly locked it before leaving.

Keys jumbled against one another as they made key noises. Still struggling to find the correct key with your slender hands, eyebrows furrowing as a feeling or frustration began to creep up on you. An annoyed grunt escapes your lips as you still struggle.

Francis raised an eyebrow at you from behind before walking over to you for assistance.

"M/N, do you need help?"

He asks in a tired tone as his voice is kept smooth, looking down at you through half lidded eyes with a raised eyebrow. You slightly flinching from his sudden appearance as you turn around to look at him, only to be greeted with his chest as you were forced to look up at him. Normally you'd look at with from eye to eye but you're not in your booth right now are you?

"Ah- Francis, you scared me"

You said with a short sigh before realising that he could be a doppelganger, glancing up and down at him to make sure that he's not dangerous. Realising that he hasn't done anything to harm you, yet. Probably. You're not sure either way. Just hoping he's the real one is all.

"You're struggling with the keys"

Slight pink dusted on your cheeks as you felt a bit embarrassed that he had to witness how stupid you were at that moment.

"No need to feel embarrassed with it dear.. "

He says before taking the set of keys from your hands and quickly trying to find the key to your booth, slightly bending over and trying a few keys into the keyhole before eventually finding the right one and putting it into the hole and twisting it as it clicked.

"There we go"

He says as his lips were right next to your ear, his heat radiates off of his body as it made you warm from the cold of the night. Goosebumps crept on your back as blush slightly creep on your neck from the sudden close distance.

"Alright thanks."

You said as he took a few steps back to give you space and handed you back your keys before you went into your booth and let him through. Not long after that an obvious doppelganger showed up, Francis Mosses. Honestly with the unusual face he had if wasn't hard to tell he was a doppelganger with those void eyes and pearly white iris along with the wide mouth.

Pushing the big red button you dialed the D.D.D but before you could even dial the last digit Francis (the doppelganger) came bursting into your booth and attempted to attack you, hell you weren't sure how he got in..

Wait.

Hold on–

Did you even close the door to your booth!?

Dumbass.

He came in and leaped out for you, but you quickly flee out of your booth as it's easy to run from his because of how short you were. Luring him out he followed after you and continued to reach for you and grab you, knowing that you can't possibly pussy out of this and had no choice but to fight him.

He charges forward to grab you but before he could you dodged and forcefully hit your elbow to his back making him stumble forward before swept him off his feet and kick him off, sending him flying across the room before his back landed harshly against the wall and falling. But a few moments later he got up and went after you, being even more aggressive as you added fuel to the fire.

☆

A notification made a groan erupt from Francis's throat as he walked over to his phone on the counter and checked the notification, turns out he got a message from his boss saying that his Co worker couldn't fill in for him as she was sick. Making Francis having to work on his half day off, poor guy.

Wearing his uniform and putting on the milkman hat he took the milk carrier and rode the lift to head out. Walking over to text door that led outside grunts and punching sounds were faint from the inside, raising an eyebrow he got curious. Probably a gang fight or something, he wasn't sure. Suddenly, it went silent. As if all the fighting had stopped, he turned the knob and stepped outside, being met with you kneeling over a corpse of him.

The doppelganger now dead as substances as dark as the void bled out of him as if it were blood, your eyes blown wide as you look up at the real Francis who was staring at you in disbelief. Your forearms stained with said substance as your fists were covered with the black goo, feeling embarrassed that Francis had to see the after math of all of this you quickly stood up and adjusted your tie. Only managing to stain your already stained buttoned up shirt, god damn you felt clumsy around him.

"F- Francis! Why leaving so early?"

You questioned him with an awkward smile as you tried to ignore the scene before him, he simply just glanced back at the dead body before looking back at you.

"Work emergency.."

He murmured before eyeing you up and down, you were a mess. Literally. Stained with the mystery black substance from head to toe, some on your cheeks as you wiped it off and avoid his gaze. Feeling a bit shy due to the silence as if he were judging you with that tired gaze of his.

"I'll be heading out then.."

He said before walking away to go back to work.

[riordanness]

wildest dreams - [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

wordcount: 1.3K

warnings: none

requested: yes!! (anonymous)

“In your wildest dreams, Jackson,” I scoff, staring down the boy fiercely. My sword in hand, my battle armour on, I was easy to beat this stupid son of Poseidon once and for all.

He grins at me, his smile slightly lopsided. “Okay, Red,” he teases. “Bring it on.”

I roll my eyes at the nickname. He’s been calling me it ever since he came to camp, two years ago. Ever since he found out I was the daughter of Ares, and I lived in a big ugly red cabin with a terrible paint job. I mean, I hate the cabin’s decor as much as the Aphrodite kids, but that doesn’t mean Percy Jackson gets to insult me.

I yell, and charge at him, our swords meeting in midair with a clang. I whirl, aiming for his unprotected side, but he blocks me, sidesteps, jabs at my stomach.

I stumble back, slashing at him, as anger flashes through me. I want to beat him. I have to beat him. This has been going on long enough, and I need to get my revenge.

Two years ago, Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-Blood. On his first proper day here, he tried to drown Clarisse, my older sister, and two of our other siblings. He made a fool out of Ares cabin. Then, later that summer on his stupid lightning bolt quest, he fought our father, the god of war himself, and somehow, he won. He ruined Ares’ reputation completely.

Ever since, I’ve wanted to turn Percy into a Poseidon pancake.

“Come on, y/n!” Adam, my favourite brother, cheers from the side of the arena. “Beat Jackon’s ass!”

“I’m trying!” I shout back, as Percy manages to catch the hilt of my sword in his. He’s stronger than me, and taller. He pushes down, fighting against my strength. Then, as he’s pushing his sword down, he suddenly twists, and I’m forced to let go. My weapon clatters to the ground.

There’s silence from the bleachers. Every camper there, who came to watch us duel, has no idea what to say.

I have a lump in my throat, and I don’t know how it got there. A sudden, overwhelming feeling of defeat grips me, and I send a tearful glare in Percy’s direction.

“I hate you.”

I shove past him, hoping my final words sting him as much as my loss to him stings me.

“You should let this go, you know?”

I glance up in surprise. Leah and I are on stable cleaning duty today, which is an absolutely awful job, in case you were wondering.

“Let what go?” I ask.

She waves her hand aimlessly in the air. “This whole… Percy Jackson thing.”

I raise my eyebrows, disbelieving. “You want me too, what? Forgive him?” I make a sound in my throat that’s almost a gag, almost a growl. “Hell no.”

“Come on!” Leah pleads. She’s the daughter of Athena, with pretty dark skin, dark braids, and warm dark brown eyes. She’s shorter than me, but way smarter and prettier. We arrived at camp almost the same time, three years ago. I’m still not sure why she likes being my friend, but I love Leah.

“Look,” she sighs, leaning against her broom. “I hate Poseidon as much as the next girl, and Jackson isn’t exactly my favourite person.” She grimaces, probably remembering the time Percy messed up and made her team lose at Capture the Flag. I’d won that day, so maybe I should thank Percy for his service.

“But,” Leah continues, “he’s not really a bad person. Like, yeah he’s a total dumbass and annoying and way too cute for his own good–”

“What?” I half groan, half laugh. “No he’s not.” I try to believe it myself.

Leah ignores me. “He’s not worth making your enemy.”

I sigh. “I guess you have a point…” Even saying that feels wrong. I want to hate Percy; I want to get my revenge and prove for once and for all that Ares isn’t lame, that we can be great.

But, Leah is right. There are bigger things to worry about now. There are rumours; Kronos is rising. Luke Castellan is making an army. Camp Half-Blood will be going into war.

I realise my grip on my pitchfork is so tight that my knuckles have turned white. I let go of the pitchfork, watching it fall into the straw on the stable floor and almost disappear.

“Go.” Leah gives me a little shove. “I saw him doing paperwork sorting for Chiron on the porch a little while ago.”

I give her a quick nod, brace myself, break into a sprint, running towards the Big House.

I spot Percy long before I reach the Big House porch. As I near, my footsteps slow to a walk, and I have to force myself to take a deep breath, striving for calm. My temper isn’t easy to control.

“Hey,” I call, taking the front steps two at a time.

Percy half-glances up, looks back down at his pile of letters and documents, then double takes at me. “Y/n?”

I try for a smile, waving at him with my fingers. “What’s kicking?”

“Uh–paperwork,” he replies, looking at me in slight confusion, probably wondering what I’m doing here. “For Chiron?” he adds quickly, then scrunches his nose in a way that almost makes me want to agree with Leah about Percy being cute. Almost.

I nod. “Sounds like torture to me.”

Percy grins wide. “Tell me about it.” He waves the stack of papers in the air as he gets to his feet. He’s only standing half a metre away from me now, closer than we’ve ever been without trying to beat each other up. “I never remember how much I hate being dyslexic until I try doing this.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, suddenly having no idea what to say. Percy seems to notice the awkward pause, and frowns uncertainly at me. “Why are you here, y/n? I doubt it was for just a chat.”

I let out my breath slowly. “Uh—yeah. I came to make out—I mean up! Make up.”

Percy tries to hide his smirk, and fails. I feel my jaw ache from clenching it. All my old hatred for this boy bubbles almost out of control, but I fight it, like I fight everything, and this time I win.

“Okay…” Percy muses. “Y/n, the daughter of Ares, god of war, wants peace.” He stresses the last word. “Not to mention I humiliated both her older sister and her father, when I was twelve.”

I grit my teeth and glare at him. “Do you want me to pulverise you, Jackson? Because I will.”

“Oh really?” Percy has an eyebrow raised. “But I thought you came to make up? Or was it out?”

“Why did I let her convince me to do this,” I mutter, already ready to just make a run for it. But no. Leah was right, albeit pretty frustrating and exasperating and extremely embarrassing. I did need to end this somewhat ridiculous rivalry with Percy. And I guess it was now or never, right?

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out before I can change my mind. “I’ve been stupid and selfish and I’m sorry.” I hold my hand out to him. “Friends?”

Percy stares at me, then my outstretched hand for a count of three. At first, I was almost certain he was going to leave me hanging. That would be so like him! But then, he grins, that adorable, dumbass smile I’ve known for so long now.

“I don’t want to be friends, Red,” he says, his words solemn and his tone teasing. “I’m in love with you.”

[seeingivy]

the mariners

spider!eren x f!reader

**part 2 to my spider-eren post

an: I call this...I hate my writing so much that I will just post whatever came out and say a prayer. also the fact that I ignored the poll and just picked one but u know whatever. no one ask me for part 3 bc I will write reader getting injured...

--

to spider-boy 

you: YOU KNOW WHAT’S STUPID?? 

eren: admin not approving your budget requests? the color scheme for prom? reiner? 

you: yes. to all of the above, but that wasn’t what i was going to say. my beef is with DOORDASH TODAY. 

eren: and what did doordash do this time? 

you: if the store closes IN THIRTY MINUTES, WHY CAN’T I ORDER FROM THE STORE????? 

eren: woe is you. but they need time to get there, sweetheart. 

you: you’re supposed to be on my side. 

eren: just go and get it urself lazy pants :D 

you: my stomach hurts. im on my period and i just wanted to order stupid ice cream to my apartment >:( 

eren: sorru swertheaft 

you: quit swinging and texting. just call me when ur home. 

Approximately twenty minutes later, you’re met with a very out of breath Spiderman and a tub of chocolate ice cream banging against your window. You pull apart the curtains and glare at him as Eren quietly sneaks in and plops down on to your red-and-yellow Harry Potter sheets. 

He’s never really come into your house properly, your dad being the police chief who wants his head on a stick and all, so he’s never really seen the extent of your…dorkiness. And he can tell right away, that you haven’t changed your bedroom from the little princess crowns and trophies you’ve been winning since fourth grade displayed on your dresser. 

You dig around in your closet for the hoodie and sweatpants you stole from Eren last time you were over at his apartment and place them on the bed for him with a pat. He’s peeling out of his suit, throwing on the clothes you left him as he reaches forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. You note the big bruise on his side, yellowing as he pulls the hoodie on. 

“You know, when I vent to you, I’m not really expecting you to go swinging around fixing my problems, Eren.” 

“I know that. But I can do that, why wouldn’t I?” 

You pinch the side of his cheek as the two of you pull into your sheets and resting your head against Eren’s shoulder as he digs his spoon into the ice cream. Eren braces himself as he asks the question. 

“How was your day?”

“Oh my fucking god, Eren. You would not believe it. I wear a white skirt to class and then of course I get my period. And then that dumbass Reiner on the student council starts telling me that he’s going to run against me for class president next year. As if he actually comes to any of the meetings, and then-” 

Eren loves this about you. That you get so worked up, so frustrated that the little veins in your forehead start bulging out. That you care so much about what the theme is for prom and that you lay out your outfits for class the day before and-

He leans forward as you keep ranting, silencing you by pressing a kiss to your lips. He can taste the chocolate hanging off your lips, positive that his lips taste the same on yours. Eren can feel you immediately feel relax under him by the way you snake your hand around his neck to pull him closer.

The second you yank him in, deepening the kiss as you hit the wall behind you, Eren slithers his hands around your legs and pulls you on top of him. He’s sure that the ice cream is melting on the side table and that he should stop because you’re on your period and because your parents and your brother are downstairs but you’re just pulling him in with your stupid flowery smell of yours and yanking him back every time he tries to pull away that he can’t. 

Eren starts kissing down the side of your neck, blood burning at how your body moves under his touch. He focuses on that one part of your neck - a few inches right below your ear - and sinks in, squeezing in on the same spot. 

“Eren.” 

“Shut up. Your little brother is downstairs. And your parents would-” 

Right on cue, you hear a knock at your door. You and Eren frantically pull apart with matching widened eyes as you dart around for a place to hide Eren. 

“Hi bug, can I come in?” 

You immediately pull Eren off of your sheets and he quickly crawls under your bed. Your dad walks right in as you wipe the wetness off of your neck, with him setting your dinner plate down and taking residence at your desk. He lifts up the papers on your desk - the fucking DNA samples that Eren gave you so you could figure out how he became Spiderman in the first place - and lifts them up to read. 

“Arachnoid Deoxyribonucle- this is so dense I can’t even understand it.” 

You quickly yank the papers out of your dad’s hands, shuffling them in your stack and placing them far, far away from where he was sitting. 

“Why are your lips so…swollen, bug?” 

You feel your cheeks burn as you bring your hand up to your mouth, feeling the puffy skin under your fingers. Because your stupid boyfriend was fucking pulling you onto his lap and sucking on your fucking lips. You cover up the side of your neck with the ends of your hair, positive that Eren’s lips left a sweet, pink spot on your neck that would purple up tomorrow. 

“L-lip plumpers.”

“Lip plumpers? Don’t tell me you’re doing all that for that Jaeger kid, because-”

Oh god. 

“No. I’m not, I just-” 

“Your mom said he was a sweet kid, like the stupid nerdy type. Like socially inept or whatever.” he murmurs. 

“He’s not socially inept, he’s just shy!” 

Your dads smirking at you now and you can feel your cheeks burning at what he says next. 

“Uh huh. Mrs. Eren Jaeger. I can’t believe you’re dating the same kid whose name you used to write all over your notebooks and diaries. And I get that you like the guy but you don’t have to change yourself just for some-” 

“I didn’t do it for him! And that was a long time ago and that wasn’t even true and-” 

“I’m teasing, bug. Just make sure you bring your plate back down. I feel like you haven’t been eating as much since you started planning the prom and working at Oscorp and all.” 

“Yeah, Dad. I’m really, really busy so if you could just leave that would-”

“Hey kid. I just wanted to see you. I know that you’re busy but would it kill you to-”

“No, no. I know that, I’m going to come to the vigil on Saturday, okay?” 

“Okay, bug. You better not be late.” 

“Promise, Dad. Love you.” 

You slam the door shut as he walks out, panting behind the door. You sit directly on your bed, ankle circling his fingers around your ankle and squeezing before he crawls out, his head placed directly on your lap. 

“Mrs. Eren-” 

“Shut up.” 

“It’s cute! You had a crush on me when you were-” 

“Eren. Drop it, please.” you whine. 

He climbs back into your bed, opening his arm for you to lie right against him. He’s rubbing small circles into your back, pulling open your laptop as he looks for a movie to watch. He pulls in, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair as he talks. 

“Sorry to leave you all hot and bothered, sweetheart.” 

“I’m on my period. There was no way you could have fixed that. And don’t act like I don’t see your friend through those sweatpants you’re wearing. You’re more hot and bothered than I am.” 

“Did you just call my dick your frie-” 

You clamp your hand around his mouth, cheeks burning as you lay against him. 

“Quit teasing me, Eren. I’m in pain.” 

He leans down, cupping your face with his left hand as he presses a soft, soft kiss to your already swollen lips. 

“Stop moaning and groaning you big baby.” 

He leans down, pressing soft kisses all over your face as he clicks the movie on, as you nestle into his arms. 

“What’s on Saturday, sweet?” 

“The vigil for the Monroe family. It’s on Twelfth Street, at the Mariners if you want to come with us. I know my parents would really like it if you came and-

“No. I’m busy.”

You feel your muscles clench at the decisiveness in Eren’s voice, your cheeks burning for even suggesting it. 

Why would Eren want to come with your parents to the vigil? He doesn’t even really know them that well and-

And Eren can feel the guilt itching in his throat at how dejected you look, your expression falling the second he denies you. And really - he hates to deny you. Eren reaches forward, tucking your hair behind your ear as he frowns. You reach for that little soft dent in his cheek, right where his dimples are, as you poke them twice. 

“That’s okay, Eren. I was just suggesting it.” you whisper. 

“The Mariners. They…thew a vigil for my parents when they died. I actually haven’t been back since.” 

You deflate, wrapping your hand around his neck as you lean into his touch, warm on your skin. You’re tracing little shapes into the skin on his biceps, his soft breaths filling the silence. 

“I’m sorry, Eren. I totally forgot about that, I-” you whisper. 

“How could you have known?” Eren murmurs. Back. 

“I was there. I should have remembered.” you respond back. 

Eren smiles in response, leaning his forehead against yours as he smiles. You absentmindedly reach for his dimples again, lightly smile at the little lines in the softness of his cheeks. 

“You wore two braids. The…the kind you like split in the middle.” 

“Pigtail braids.” 

“Pigtail braids. I remember, you only did them sometimes. Like when we had that holiday party in fourth grade…or Mikasa’s going away party. And you wore them to the vigil, with your shiny red shoes.” 

“I loved those shoes! I literally sobbed when I grew out of them and they didn’t make them in my size anymore.” you whine. 

“You gave me brownies, I think. We didn’t talk while we were there, but your family - you left them on the table.” he responds. 

“Yeah. I guess I was a little bit nervous to talk to you.” you murmur. 

Eren grins. 

“Because I’m so cute?” Eren asks. 

“Shut up. I did not-” 

“Yes, you did. Your dad just said.” 

“And what? I can’t like my boyfriend? Is that a crime?” 

Eren pulls you fully into his arms, burrowing his face into your neck, as you reach up and card your hands through the mess of his hair. It’s arranged every which way - no thanks to his mask - as you comb it back against his forehead and lightly rub your finger against the pink scar on his forehead. You pull back, reaching forward to press a kiss against the skin. 

“I’ll try to come, okay? I want to meet your family. And I should go back.” Eren murmurs. 

“Don’t push yourself. You’ll meet them when you’ll meet them. And you’ve already met Falco, technically, so-” you respond. 

“Just, promise you’ll be there? I’d hate to come all the way there just to not be graced with your presence.” 

You smile in response, as he pulls the blanket over the two of you and nestles into your arms.

--

It’s not that you hate going to the events. The vigils, the funerals, the lot of them. You’ve been to hundreds since you were a kid - an instance from your dad that you had to show out for the community, in the way that they were needed. That people were only held up by those around them and that you should always be the first one to reach. 

But there was something about it that just sat with you for too long. Watching the kids pass by, with the decorated pictures of their parents at the front, or a sibling standing alone in front of their own they just lost. At first it made your heart hurt - that it could easily be your parents on the picture and you standing in front of them. Or that your hand could easily go cold and never be filled with Falco’s warmth again. 

But this time around, it strikes you too deep. That this kid, it was once Eren. That he did stand there alone and was probably so reminded of it everytime someone invited him to the vigil that he couldn’t even stand to come back. 

“Hey kid.” 

You look over to your side to find Levi, the other volunteer you’ve seen frequent these events with you, beckoning for you to join him at the side walls where the two of you always seemed to stand. Not that you were anywhere near the same age, Levi was considerably older than you, but the two of you were always in agreement. That everyone else should make their move for condolences before the two of you did. The adults, the family - they were all primary to the strangers like you and Levi. 

“What did you bring?” you ask Levi. 

“Salad.” 

“Boo.” you respond. 

He elbows you in the side, as the two of you sport your soft smiles, as you watch everyone line up in the front. 

“What did you bring? Cupcakes?” he responds, jeering at you. 

“Brownies.” you murmur. 

Levi laughs, and you elbow him back, as the two of you watch the two kids stand at the front, and lower your heads. It’s right at that moment, in the break of silence, that there’s a large clanging noise directly to your left. 

You and Levi turn your heads in unison to find Eren standing at the front, now awkwardly picking the trash can up. You can see Pieck at his side, mouthing a quiet apology as every returns back to their conversations, and she reaches up to tousle his hair. 

“Be right back, Levi.” you murmur, as you quickly pace over to the front where the two of them are still standing. 

You make it over to them fast, with Pieck folding down Eren’s collar, as the two of them look over at you and smile. 

“Hi guys.” you whisper. 

Pieck smiles wide, giving Eren’s cheek one last pinch before she reaches forward and wraps her arms around you. 

“Hi sweet girl.” PIeck whispers. 

“Hi Pieck.” you respond, putting your hands on both of their arms as you talk. 

“Thanks for coming.” you murmur. 

You immediately blank, realizing very quickly what you said. You’d hate to make Eren feel more awkward, to make it more of a thing than it was. 

“I-I didn’t mean it like that! I just mean-” 

“I know what you meant. It’s okay.” Eren responds, smile so warm that you immediately deflate. 

“I’m going to go make my rounds. Come find me if you need something, Eren?” Pieck states.

He nods, as you reach down and lock your hand with his and give him a reassuring squeeze. He abesntmindedly leans his head against yours, as the two of you quietly whisper under your breaths. 

“Hi Spider-Boy.” 

“Hey.” 

“I’m glad you’re here.” you murmur. 

“I’m glad you’re here with me.” he responds. 

You smile, as you lead him back to where you were standing, at the side with Levi. Levi gives the two of you a polite nod, as you brace yourselves against the wall again. 

“Eleven people ate my salad. Two people ate your brownies.” Levi states. 

“Okay, Levi. I’m so glad you’re keeping count.” 

“Hi Levi.” Eren states, holding his hand out. 

“Eren.” 

You pause, giving the two of them a weird look. 

“He’s friends with Hange.” Eren says. 

You feign shock. 

“You have friends, Levi?” 

“Very funny.” Levi responds, glaring. 

The three of you stand there for sometime, as you nervously fidget with Eren’s hands in yours and watch each of them consecutively give their condolences. The line eventually dwindles down, as Levi leads the way for the three of you to enter the line last. 

“Do you always wait till the end?” Eren asks. 

“Yeah. Just makes me nervous, the entire thing.” you respond. 

“So you wait till the last second until you’re a big ball of anxiety?” he asks, eyes narrowed. 

“Exactly! You just get me, Eren.” you respond. 

The two of you walk down the line, as you both stand in front of the two of them, and crouch on your knees. And you’re in complete awe of the fact that Eren’s so quick to talk, when you had been hyping yourself up to talk for the two of you the entire time. 

“Hi guys. I’m Eren. This is Y/N.” 

The two of them don’t respond, sharing a blank look, as Eren reaches forward, noticing the little pens on their lapels. 

“You guys are Spiderman fans, huh? I have something really cool to show you.” 

Eren stands up, gesturing for the two of them to follow, as you instinctively reach for his elbow and give him a look. Except in response, he reaches forward and presses a kiss to your cheek before he shuffles away with the two kids at his side. 

--

Eren reappears after forty-five minutes, with the two kids in considerably greater spirits and a big smile on Eren’s face. He gives the two of them a wave goodbye, which they both respond to excitedly, before they run off and Eren snakes his hand around your waist. 

“Hi stranger.” he murmurs. 

“You disappeared for quite some time, Eren.” you respond. 

“Had to do a thing.” he responds, shrugging. 

“Uh huh. You better have not done what I think you did, Eren.” 

He smiles in response, reaching forward to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it. I want to show you something.” 

Eren locks his hand with yours, as he drags you towards the back, and gives you a shining smile as you walk into the back halls of the little community center. It’s dark and dusty in the back as you feel your nose immediately tickling at the dust and Eren drags you straight to one wall in the center. It’s filled with small printed pictures, each of them glossy and shiny, as the two of you stand facing it. 

“When my parents died, there was this guy who came to our vigil. His name was Levi. And everyone at the vigil, they kind of look at you with these really shitty, pity eyes. They aren’t exactly all pretty girls in pigtails who make really good brownies, ya know?” he states. 

You smile, leaning your head on his shoulder, as the two of you look over all the pictures. 

“Levi, he was the last person to talk to me. He told me this thing, a secret, that only people without parents know.” 

“What’s that?” you ask. 

He reaches forward to flick your forehead. 

“Silly. It wouldn’t be a secret then.” 

“Okay, okay. Fair. Keep going, Eren.” 

“Anyways, they take this corny picture of you at the end. With your family or whatever. And mine is….all the way right there.” Eren says, pointing to the top. 

You look up at the picture of Eren, standing awkwardly in between Pieck and Hange with a pinched look on his face. Hange and Pieck have him tucked into his arms, which he’s easily resisting, and the picture makes your heart clench so hard, that you hug him full on. 

“Eren. You’re so…” you look over at him, frowning at his soft smile at your side. 

“You’re sweet. Thanks for inviting me. This was…nice.” 

You wrap your hands around his neck, bring your hands up to his cheeks to brush the softness of his skin. You reach forward to press a kiss to his nose, which has him curling his face in response. 

“Really. I like being here now. With you. I got to tell all those old ladies that I had a pretty girlfriend that made the brownies. Show off a little.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

He shakes his head, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips, before you walk back towards the main room. 

“Now where’s your dad? I want to talk to him about Spider-Man.” 

“I’m going to slap you.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll just gift him this.” 

Eren presses something hard into your hand before he shuffles off, right towards where your parents are standing. You look down in your hand to find the pin, the two the kids were wearing in your hand. You place it onto the collar of your shirt, before you stand up in join him, noticing that he has the other one pressed to his shirt as well. 

“It’s so nice to meet you. My name is Eren.” he states, extending his hand out, as you two lock your free ones together behind your backs. 

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an: do not let me make this a series I swear to god

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[callmelola111]

color me purple ♡ part one

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - soundtrack - - - - ♡

synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics. 

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.3k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some fluff + some angst (for now), marijuana use, pet names (doll, princess, hun), light sexual themes, swearing, mentions of blood (reader gets bloody nose), mentions of age (reader and ellie are both said to be 20 but feel free to change it in ur head lol)

a/n: feeling so summer lately i just had to write this. living vicariously through reader cause like why tf am i not having a summer camp gay awakening. this series is just 3 parts but it is sweet as pie so pls enjoy!!! i love you all dearly ♡~ lola

The blinding sun beamed down on your bare skin. Normally the sweltering heat would bother you more, but the excitement of your first day back at camp was more than enough to distract you from the outlandish temperatures. You barreled down the grassy hill, duffle bag in hand, revealing the large wooden arch that spelled out the words CAMP STILLWATER.

The grounds were bustling with counselors and caretakers preparing for the arrival of campers later that evening. Everyone was dressed in color coded garments that signaled what cabin group they belonged to. You were dressed in red, head of cabin 12. Your sheer, white ringer tee read “Staff” and was hemmed with strips of crimson. To match, a pair of red booty shorts with white stretching down the sides. They were just long enough to cover your plush cheeks until naturally riding up as you walked to reveal the crease where ass meets thigh. To top it off, knee high socks striped with the same exact red. You were fucking adorable.

Nature crunched under your sneakers as you practically skipped down the trail headlining it to your cabin. As you reached the steps a very familiar voice called out your name.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. Cabin neighbors, once again. Did ya miss me doll?”

“Ellie fucking Williams, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve been praying all week that I wouldn’t get stuck with your dumbass again. But, here we are.” You rolled your eyes in a dramatic fashion putting an emphasis on your obvious sarcasm. This would be your 3rd summer bunking next door to your biggest rival Ellie Williams.

Although you and Ellie weren’t truly enemies, she did get on your nerves, and you got on hers. This fed into a mutual sarcastic bit that you guys have continued to carry out for years. You’d think by 20 years old the two of you would’ve grown out of these childish antics, but it was secretly one of your favorite parts of the summer. 

Ellie gave a half-assed chuckle, “you can never escape me.”

“Oh yes I can!” You whipped your head around, excusing yourself from the conversation and climbed up the weathered steps of your cabin. Ellie gawked as she watched you depart, your thighs giggling with each step. Her piercing green eyes always found their way to your body, but only when she thought you wouldn’t notice.

You entered the barren room and didn't even take the time to unpack before you started adorning the walls with themed decor and tying red ribbons in your hair. Cabin 12 always thrived with spirit when you were there. You took your role as camp counselor seriously and took the competitiveness even more seriously.

Camp Stillwater ran on a point system, and at the end of the summer the cabin with the most wins a trophy. The girls from your cabin were always finishing first in the tournament games, but when they didn’t, it was Ellie’s stupid blue campers who were swooping in to steal the victory. It drove you crazy. Last summer you came second to her and you were determined to never let it happen again. You began speaking to the empty room as if trying to somehow manifest these dreams into reality.

“This year cabin 12 will finish the summer with the most points.”

“Talking to yourself again?” You jumped at the sound of Ellie, not noticing that she had been lurking in the doorway. She was only there for a moment, but didn’t feel like announcing herself, too busy enjoying you running around like an excited puppy, spouting off about victory. Ellie had always admired your high spirits and go-getter attitude. A ray of light emitted from you constantly and she loved to bask in its glory. But, of course, she’d never let it be known.

“God Ellie you can’t just sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry princess but the warden wants everyone at the mess hall like now. Come on slacker!” You noticed the change of clothes on Ellie, she was now adorned in a T-shirt just like yours but with blue details rather than red. Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy half-up, half-down, she always wore it like that when it started getting hot.

“Shut up, I'm not a slacker!! I’m just busy going above and beyond for my campers.” you argued, a pout forming on your lips. Ellie always knew how to press your buttons.

“You really wanna win this year huh?” She moved into your space, tilting her head with a cocky smirk. 

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“And you really think I’m gonna let that happen?” she teased.

“You’re so annoying Ellie. You can do whatever you want, but I will be winning” You jutted your head forward dramatically in an attempt at intimidation. Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Right… let’s just get going before we’re late and they don’t let you counsel at all” Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled, urging you to follow. Feeling her warm, calloused hand in yours, you almost didn’t want to let go. But, you did.

The mess hall was lined with strings of wooden picnic tables, all connecting to create a sense of community when it was filled with campers. Flags cascaded the walls, each a different color with a number, representing the teams. A large case expanded across the back wall, filled with trophies from years before. The corners of your mouth upturned with anticipation of the summer to come. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by an amplified voice booming from a megaphone. Holding said megaphone was the warden, Mrs. Campbell.

“Alright ladies! Tonight is the night! You all know what to do so go ahead and file out to find your campers!!” You and Ellie exited out the back of the building, heading to the camp entrance. A swarm of girls’ chatting and screams grew louder as staff united with them. One of your favorite parts about Camp Stillwater was the lack of boys. You felt safe, and you loved the idea of getting to empower all these young impressionable women.

You held up a sign signaling your cabin number and a single file line began forming in front of you. You handed each of your girls red ribbons (matching the ones in your own hair) as a personal touch, trying to foster a bond right from the start. Meanwhile, Ellie stood around for her campers dapping them up, giving off the perfect “chill counselor” vibe. You found the lack of discipline a little obnoxious but to each their own. 

That night Stillwater kicked off camp with a bonfire complete with goodies for smores. You sat, knees together on the rough log, feeling as it left imprints of the bark on your bare thighs. Ellie sat just one log over goofing off with some other staff members, shooting an occasional glance at you.

The plastic bag of graham crackers crinkled as you ripped it open to begin assembling your late night snack. The hot air had turned cool with the lack of sun, but the preceding heat lingered in the melted chocolate you attempted to pass out. You stared as the sticky mallow and sweet liquid coco coated your fingers, inviting golden crumbs to join in. Ellie observed you deciding how to handle the mess, and with just a few seconds of thought, watched you stick your sugary soaked fingers straight in your mouth. A surge of guilt hit Ellie, noticing how much your licking troubled her. She clenched her thighs together and decided sweets just weren't for her.

With your hunger satisfied, the bonfire burned bright and you droned off getting lost in the flicker of the flames. Just then, you see a familiar Ellie in your peripherals wandering to the woods. Curious, you peeled your sticky legs from where you sat and got up to follow. You trailed behind her struggling to conceal your presence due to the snapping twigs under your feet. Ellie snaked her body back to acknowledge you and your obviousness. She loved to tease.

“Stalker much?” 

“God, you wish I was stalking you, Williams.” 

“So why are you following me then? Trying to catch me breakin’ the rules?” she questioned, half joking, half not. Continuing your follow, the two of you reached a more secluded part of the forest and Ellie halted.

“If you don’t want me to catch you, then maybe you should stop breaking rules. Ever think of that?” you taunted.

“Whatever Nancy Drew.” And with that, Ellie reached into her pocket pulling out a freshly rolled joint.

“You gonna bust me?” she teased before you quickly slapped the drugs out of her hands and into the moist dirt below.

“ELLIE!!!” you scolded her like she was a camper.

“Hey what the hell dude?!” she reached down to retrieve the now dirty joint and began to light it. A panicked look washed over your face and your eyes darted around, surveying for any possible company. God forbid you let this girl get you in trouble.

“I should be saying what the hell to you! Smoking on the job? So much for setting a good example… God, Ellie!” You palmed your face not sure how to proceed. In spite of your make believe beef, Ellie was your friend and you didn’t want to tattle. On the other hand though, the goodie two shoes and competitive freak inside wanted so badly to expose Ellie's naughty behavior. With her out of the picture, you could finish this summer out with a win. But, if you were being honest with yourself, camp wouldn’t be the same without her.

“Sorry, sorry. I know” Ellie shook her head at the ground pretending to be ashamed but she couldn’t have cared less. She knew you’d never tell, so on she went with her scheming.

“You wanna hit though?” 

“Ellie!!” This time you gave a blow to her exposed bicep, really trying to lay the guilt on thick.

“Come onnnn. This is your 3rd year here, you’ve gotta loosen up at some point. Just one hit? Please, for me?” Ellie flashed you the most annoying puppy dog eyes and a devilish smirk already anticipating your answer. Growing up you found it easy to resist peer pressure, you’ve always thought of yourself as a rule follower, but when it came to Ellie she always knew what to say to push you to the edge. She was such an instigator and you fell for her act every damn time.

“Fine… one hit.” She practically shoved the weed in your hands in excitement as you reluctantly gave in. Ellie always had so much fun chipping away at that good girl exterior you worked so hard to uphold. You then took a slow drag and passed it back to her. You fixated on her wet lips as they placed themselves around the joint. She took a quick inhale before an amused look spread across her face.

“Cherry?” Already feeling the high, you gave Ellie a puzzled look, not understanding what she meant. 

“Your lipgloss hun” She gestured to the pink stain rimming the tip of the joint.

Your face flushed red, “shit sorry.” You dug your foot into the ground and gave your lips a lick, recalling the fruity flavor.

“S’all good, I liked the taste” She replied, making your face turn a shade redder, almost matching the shorts that hugged your curves. Ellie would remember this moment, the taste of your lipgloss felt like a brush with destiny. Already assimilating the flavor to memory, she imagined her lips on yours and that cherry taste lingering in an exchange of saliva. God Ellie!! Stop being a perv and shut the fuck up!!

As one of the few masculine girls at camp, she was practically drowning in women, but her fixation with you prevented anything past a casual hook up. And casual hook up she did- with at least a fourth of the staff. Understandably, things got desperate being stuck at camp for 2 months straight. It’s not like you had the privacy to rub one out while sleeping in a room full of occupied bunk beds. But, with Ellie being a known player, you personally hadn’t thought twice about getting involved, despite the occasional butterflies. Bullying each other was more fun anyways.

Finally, Ellie finally finished off the joint, letting you take a couple more hits in between hers. She stomped the roach out into the moist ground making sure to put out any remaining embers. Her long stride pointed in the direction of the light filled cabins before you stopped her. With weed now rampant in your system, you weren’t ready for the night to end. 

“Waitttt, stopppp, we can’t go nowww!” You grabbed Ellie’s wrist leading her back into the darkness, straight towards the lake.

“What? You wanna hangout with me all of the sudden?”

“I- I wanna swim…” you mumbled, almost afraid to hear it come out of your mouth. One of the most important rules at Camp Stillwater was no swimming after dark. Ellie almost gasped hearing you propose such a mischievous idea. 

“Rulebreaker! Rulebreaker!” she chanted, almost falling over with laughter. Inside though, Ellie was kicking her feet at the thought of having a late night swim with her favorite girl. 

“Come on Els, you’re the one who told me to live a little. Pleaseeee!!” You bat your long lashes like a cartoon character but there was no need to beg as Ellie was already on board. She loved corrupting you.

“I’ll race you!!” She shouted before dashing through the trees, kicking up dirt with each long stride. Of course she turned it into a competition, and you bolted right after her trying to catch up.

Neither of you even stopped to breathe as you reached the edge of the lake. Instead shirts, shorts, and shoes all flying off your bodies landing amongst the greenery, desperate to get your sweaty bodies into the cool, evening waters. As you dived in, a sense of euphoria washed over your body along with the deep blue ripples of H2O. Ellie’s head rose out of the water 2nd. She slicked her wet hair back and gave you a toothy smile that was to die for. You giggled at the sight, everything seeming a bit more silly while under the influence. 

“Having fun princess?” she questioned, cheeks full.

“Yeah I am,” you smiled back, “I don’t think the fact that I’m breaking like 5 different rules has hit me yet.”

“Enough with the rules, let's have fun!” Ellie dove back into the water circling around your smooth legs. She took ur skin between her pointer and thumb, giving you little pinches like some sort of sea creature. You kicked and squirmed in reaction causing Ellie to shoot back up from her underwater adventure.

“Fuck off!” you shoved her bare shoulder with a teasing force. She put her hands up surrendering to your irritation. Her veiny arms glistened with lake water and your eyes wandered before getting stuck on the large tattoo adorning her forearm.

“Hey, that wasn’t there last summer.” you gestured to her.

“Yeah, uh, I got it a few months ago”

“It looks good,” you paused, “can I touch?” Ellie offered out her inked limb to you. It rested in your left hand and you used your right to trace the linework. Water droplets collected with each gentle brush of your fingertips. Goosebumps followed your delicate touch and Ellie's face turned red with enjoyment. 

“S’pretty” you said, noticing a blush growing across your own face. You glanced off into the distance at the silence. The thick forest trees and bright stars urged you to take in a deep, pollution free inhale. Ellie broke the moment of zen to speak.

“Turn around.” she demanded. You obliged immediately despite her unknown intentions. You felt her hot breath on your neck and sudden skin-to-skin contact. She hooked her long fingers around your wet locks of hair, moving them across your back to one side. A chill radiated down your spine

“What are you doing Ellie?” you whispered. The closeness you shared and the now still lake, cloaked with haze, sent a hush over the both of you. 

“Guess what I’m drawing” she whispered back. You scrunched up your shoulders in response to her vibrations hitting at your pulse. The feeling of her rough fingers met your back and began tracing symbols. You attempted to focus on her movements but it proved hard to decipher the message when she felt so close. Despite knowing Ellie for a long time, the two of you had never had this much prolonged touch. It ignited a feeling that you weren’t sure how to get control of. The silence hinted at your cluelessness.

“Here I’ll do it again,” she said, drawing out "I ♡ U” once more across your back.

“Fuck, I dont know. A dick?” You turned back to face Ellie questioning her with a giggle. Her face was littered with disappointment before quickly concealing it from you with a big splash of water. The tender moment was lost. She went along with your answer, lying through her teeth. 

“Fine, you got me freak! It was a dick.” You splashed Ellie back harder, amused by her childish humor. The water slinging continued until you both became absolutely winded and ready to climb in bed. Oh fuck, bed...

“ELLIE, OH MY GOD, CURFEW!” you practically squealed before switching to breaststroke and heading towards land. Ellie snapped out of this little dream and followed after you.

You frantically threw on your clothes over your now soaked bra and panties. Wet spots began seeping through your shorts as you fiddled with your sneakers. Your wet feet swirled in the dirt below, caking them with the mud of your making. You vetoed the shoes and bolted towards the cabins completely barefoot. You were so focused on getting back that you hardly even noticed the branches and rocks assaulting your skin.

“FUCK WAIT UP!!” Ellie yelled, just feet behind you. As you looked back to acknowledge her request your ankle caught on a huge log that littered the forest's path. Your balance was thrown and your face went plummeting straight into the ground, hitting a dull rock on its way down. Ellie’s pace doubled as she jumped to your rescue. She fell to her knees by your side giving you support as you lifted yourself up. Looking down, your hands were dirty, stuck wood chips pressed into the skin. You dusted them off against each other, seemingly fine.

“Bro, oh my god, are you okay??” Ellie pestered, worried out of her mind. 

“I think, yeah. It was honestly more embarrassing than painful.” you gave a light chuckle before looking up from the ground when suddenly a gush of liquid escaped your nose. Your finger dipped into the steady flow and you took note of the deep red now covering them.

“Just great.” you rolled your eyes. Ellie had the most concerned look on her face despite your injury being a simple bloody nose.

“We’ve gotta get you to the nurse like now!”

“Ellie chill, I’d rather not have an encounter with authority while I'm high as fuck and out past curfew.” You never thought you'd be saying that sentence.

“Fine, at least take this.” Ellie handed you a crumpled up tissue she had retrieved from her athletic shorts and you shoved it up your nose halting the flow.

Returning to the main area of the campgrounds felt like a walk of shame. You were drenched, muddy, and decorated in your own blood, and Ellie looked just as bad. Eventually the two of you reached your neighboring cabins and there waiting in between the steps of 11 and 12 was Warden Campbell. Fuck.

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - masterlist - - - - ♡

[rafesgoldrings]

lust for life💋: west coast- lana del ray with rafe

West Coast R.C

This song also has so many different interpretations so this is the little story i’ve made up while listening

Warnings: brief hair pulling, cheating, cream pie, reader is on birth control but no condom is used, not proofread

This is Rafe texting

This is your boyfriend

Ever year, you’d come stay in the OBX for the Summer. You moved to California as soon as you graduated high school to scope out new opportunities and your parents agreed, only if you came back the whole Summer and visit. It’s not like it was horrible, they lived in the rich part of the island (as you always had) and you were friends with plenty of people, you always had a good time. Constantly telling everyone about the saying on the West Coast when they refused to play a fun party game with you “If you’re not drinkin’, then you’re not playin’” This year was different though because you had a boyfriend.

You cared about him….but then there was Rafe. He fucked you so good you forgot your own name, made you laugh, was actually going somewhere in life, was better in ever sense. And your boyfriend, bless him, was a wannabe rockstar who didn’t stand a chance in the industry. You tried to be supportive of him, but it was getting harder to want to stay with each passing moment. There was no doubt he was hooking up with other girls, ‘groupies’ he’d call them, trying to make himself feel like he belongs. Always standing on the balcony of his apartment with his parliament on fire, swinging with his arms up listening to some old rock record, lipstick stains on his white shirt while you thought to yourself ‘move baby move baby, i’m in love’ when you remember your feelings for Rafe.

It’s fair game right? He cheats on you, you cheat on him, except you’re in love with the man you’re sleeping with and your boyfriend just thinks it’s going to boost him up in the industry. Dumbass.

“So, your boyfriend know about this? Does he know that while he’s blowing up your phone, i’m blowing your back out?” he groans, fingertips digging into your hips as you bounce your ass back against him while he fucks you.

“N-no, he doesn’t” you whimper out, throwing your head back. He takes the opportunity to pull your hair which causes you to let out a small hiss of pain.

Rafe just lets out a small scoff, hips speeding up and his cock brushing your G spot each time. You’re only capable of letting out a string of curses and whimpers, tears forming in the corners of your eyes before they fall onto your cheeks. He knows what he reduces you to, he relishes in it, loves that he’s the only one that gets you this way. That stupid loser boyfriend of yours is nothing compared to him, he doesn’t even deserve to call you his girlfriend. That pisses Rafe off, and he takes it out on your cunt. Your face is suddenly shoved into the mattress, his hands grab both of your wrists and holds them behind your back.

You’re unable to move and it hurts, but it feels so good. You love when he gets rough like this, always makes you cum so hard. His other hand slaps against your ass over and over, the skin becoming hot and bringing him so much satisfaction. You’re his. His fucking cock sleeve. His toy to use and abuse when he wants. His.

“Tell me who you belong to” he growls, balls slapping against your clit sending you closer to release.

“Y-fuck-yours Rafe. I’m y-ours” you stutter, voice muffled from your face smothered in the mattress still. This seems to please him, he flips you onto your back and lifts your legs onto his shoulders.

The new angle sends you over the edge, each thrust as deep as he could go, his face hovers above yours. He wants to see you when you cum on his cock. Watch your mouth fall open and eyes flutter shut as you go cry out his name. Just as your orgasm washes over you and you go to let out a scream, he attacks your lips with his and muffled your pretty sounds. It’s sloppy, it’s rough, but it’s you. This is how your relationship was, he just wished you’d leave your boyfriend.

Then, he gets an idea, he feels you soaking his cock, your arousal leaking out a leaving a small ring on the base of his cock. He feels himself about to cum, normally he pulls out and finishes on your face or tits, sometimes your back, but this time? This time he’s filling your needy cunt with it. He gives a few finally sloppy thrusts before his hips still, spurts of thick white ropes coating your inner walls. Your eyes widen at the sensation and snap you out of your orgasm induced daydream.

“R-Rafe…did you just?” you were on the pill and while it wasn’t a guarantee, it was less likely you’d get pregnant.

“Yeah, I fucking did. Give me the okay and i’ll take a picture of my cum leaking out of this needy pussy and send it to that loser of a guy you call your boyfriend. I’ll show him who ‘his girl’ belongs to, who’s actually taking care of you” he’s serious. He thinks about it all the time, imagines the look on his face when he learns about what you do all Summer.

“Rafe-” it’s wrong. You love your boyfriend right? “Do it” fuck it. You’re planning on leaving him soon anyway, being honest with yourself, it wasn’t going to work out anyway. You’re just too different, and while you belong to the West Coast..your heart belongs to Rafe Cameron.

“Fuck yes” he smirks and grabs your phone from the nightstand, opening the messages with your boyfriend before crawling between your legs. He tells you to open them more and bring your hands down to spread your pussy apart, you do as he says and hear the ‘click’ of the camera. He leans onto his side and hits send, watching as your boyfriend starts typing.

What the fuck is this?? You’re cheating on me, I should have known you were a whore

She’s always been mine, she’s always going to be mine, that’s your fault. You’re a fucking loser rockstar wannabe, you’ve never been good enough for her. I’ll take good care of her from now on ;)

He turns your phone off and crawls beside you, holding you in his arms and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

[maoxyi]

To let go (part 6)

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Luffys could hear voices in the void of his mind as he slept. It was the most peaceful he's been in a long time.

“… I can use them to also hold my family…”

…

“… I don’t want to go…”

…

“… say what you really want, little brother…”

“…I wanna go back to the-”

“Sunny.” Luffy shoots out of bed with a hand on the left side of his chest. He felt a pang in his heart when he called for her. He doesn’t feel so incomplete. Looking around, he realises he isn’t on the Sunny. He isn’t in the safety blanket his dear Sunny offered. He knows how she would feel.

“Ah…” He whispers, as the need to go home, to be where the Sunny is, roses ever higher. He removes the covers off of him and gets out of the bed. He knows where he is. He’s been here before. Luffy remembers places very well. So he walks. Looking at the walls as he goes. The white becomes a dark blue and soft yellows that swirl and fit together. There’s an almost melancholic feeling within this place. A feeling that blossoms within him too. He can barely sense it rocking from the ocean waves but every so often there’s a big one that has him putting a hand to the wall to steady his trembling legs. He’s not afraid, he’s simply weakened. Luffy would never allow himself to be afraid for his crew's sake. They need him to be strong. Even Jinbe said back on… wait. No. That hadn’t happened but it did once. Not now but before. Before he…

He starts to run. He needs to know if it’s true. He slams the front door open. All eyes land on him. He stares for a moment and they stare back. Nobody moves as his eyes scan the various faces before him. The crew stays completely still as his gaze sweeps over them. Making certain they're there. That they're alright. He smiles. His brothers are standing in the middle, surrounded by his crew and future crew mate and his future ally and…! And he’s so happy. Just to see them there in front of him. It’s all he needs. He can’t fight the intense warmth that blooms in his heart. He grins, wider and brighter than he feels he has in a long time although he doesn’t know why. He’s… he shouldn’t be here. Not with his crew slowly approaching. Not with this crew reaching out to him.

“Luffy…!” A chorus of concerned and soft voices surround him. Gentle and warm hands touch face, head and arms as they search him carefully. He is blessed to have them. They shift slightly so the brothers can come into the barrier of protection they’ve created around their tired captain. The submarine rocks a little and he feels himself swaying but Ace's arms are there. As they should be. As they always should be. As they always should have been he thinks and it stings. This isn’t real.

“Luffy.” Sabo's hand is on his cheek as he smiles, as kind as he always did to him. It never went this way. “I'm so glad you’re alright.” He never said that. He wasn't here to say it. This is not how it goes.

“You dumbass!” Ace chides him with tears in his eyes. He hits him softly on top of his head making him laugh lightly and wistfully. He's so very careful not to hurt him further. It makes his laughter ring even lighter into the air. A blanket of relief and thankfulness that they are all alive. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!” He huffs tearfully and hugs Luffy who giggles.

“I had to save Ace of course!”

“You idiot. You complete stupid little brother.”

“He had us with him. He had nothing to fear.” Zoro, who stood closest to him states. It's not a statement of any sort, it is a fact to Zoro. Luffy is glad he's here.

“Of course we came with him. He doesn't even need to ask even though he did. It was a SUPER obvious choice.” Franky grins. Huh… Luffy doesn’t remember that.

“You’re Luffy's brother which in turn makes you our brother!” Chopper trots over and hugs Ace's leg. Ace lets go of Luffy and coos as he picks him up gently. The little deer nuzzles into his cheek as Ace laughs. Luffy misses the lingering warmth so much he feels it burn his chest.

It’s replaced with softness from a hug sabo gives him.

“I’m glad everything went ok. I’m… just glad we’re all alive.” He says into his hair. Luffy can feel him smile. He closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath. He doesn’t remember this at all. This never happened. He looks at Jinbe and Law who stood close but were still a good distance away. They were smiling at them and he smiled back. There was hesitation within Law's sharp eyes. He doesn’t remember this whatsoever.

“I can’t believe your dumbass really thought it was ok to just waltz into that war! What were you thinking, Lu!” Ace frowns at him. For a moment before he could reply, Luffy saw a flash of smoke. The smell of burned flesh. The sight of his hands dripping in blood as he felt the slowness of his brother's heart through his own chest. Before he can comprehend that memory, it’s gone. He inhales. There is only the smell of the ocean and flowers around them. Warm hands and safe smiles around him. Grounding him. He gives his brother the smallest yet most meaningful smile.

“Of course I’d come! You’re my big brother!”

“Ugh! With a little brother like you, all I do is worry!” He wails dramatically as Chopper giggles loudly in his arms.

“That’s just Luffy though!” Nami sighs.

“Course our shitty captain would drag us with him.” Sanji lights his cigarette. Sabo lets go and there are hands pulling him and he finds himself in Robin's arms as she lets out a laugh with Brook laughing beside her.

“Man, I was so scared…!” Usopp shakes beside him.

“Luffy.” Robin looks down at him and he looks up to meet her eyes. Blue. Like the endless ocean, so is her boundless knowledge. She’s always the kindest. Always felt like a loving parental figure he’s never had before. Eyes that have seen the worst but looking at him with the clearest and gentlest warmth behind them. A safe place to be at this moment. A moment that shouldn’t have happened. When Robin hugs or holds him he never wants to leave. She always smells so nice… “Are you ok?” She whispers. She knows. She always does. He's so glad he has Robin. He hugs her, not too tight because Robin is like a flower. Robin is gentle and when he hugs, so is he. He reminds himself, he was never comforted like this before because it never happened and he needs to search for his real crew. The one who has trained for two years. But…

He says it for her. So she doesn't worry. Robin worries for them a lot.

“I’ve never felt more ok, Robin.”

[amoeganism]

TALKING TO MY GHOST AT NIGHT reo

theres a ghost in the blue lock facility, reo and bachira are sure of it. they also aren't the most reliable sources out there but it was funny, nagi can humor them for a little longer if it means reo will finally get a partner and set him free ( wc : 2.1k+ )

warnings : crack, angst if u blink slowly, reader is a slut for money and so am i, reo is into some weird shit but it's ok they're into each other i promise

“Yo! Yo! Sei-shi-ro!” Bachira called out, once again with glittering stars in his eyes as Reo’s face pales every passing second. “You will never guess what Reo and I found!”

“Nagi, there’s a ghost,” Bachira’s accomplice muttered. “We saw them when we went to eat dinner.”

“You guys are delusional,” the white-haired boy sweatdropped, were they getting enough sleep? Probably not. Ego was absolutely insane and for the first few days Nagi was in the Blue Lock facility, he swore he was losing his five senses ( he was better when he got his phone back but that’s not important ^ _ – ). “Are you guys sure it wasn’t a janitor or cook?”

“We swear!” The dumbass duo retaliated, each one taking hold of one of Nagi’s arms. “They looked like they were our age and they even had the same really ugly dark circles and eyebags as you! There’s no other explanation.”

Nagi was too tired for this shit he just wanted to lie in bed and play mobile games like an elementary school kid. “Well, leave me out of this you guys can get haunted for all I care.”

“What the fuck, Nagi?! Even after all we’ve been through? I’m like the second coming of Jesus to you! I introduced you to the art of playing with balls!” Maybe he could have worded that better but Reo was too deep in the blistering sorrow of betrayal to care about his relationship with the Japanese language.

“Yeah! Listen to Reo! You’re one of us and plus, you and the ghost look equally exhausted so that means you should be the one to talk to them!” Bachira innocently giggled as if he didn’t just set Nagi up for a demonic ritual or whatever the fuck they were planning.

“Can we at least wait until tomorrow?” Nagi whined, his eyelids felt heavy and there was too much stupidity in the room for his brain to handle in a day. His brain was swelling and any more that came out of Bachira or Reo’s mouth would cause it to explode and somehow, his batshit insane rivals teammates will find a way to bring him back to life ( maybe even with the ghost ) and beat the shit out of him for abandoning them ( Reo ).

—

It was getting late and most of the Egoists had gone to their rooms to do whatever was on their schedule next. The reasonable ones went to rest, the weird ones went to train, and then there was the demon named Rin Itoshi who went to follow his yoga routine. Ew, that name sent shivers down Nagi’s spine. He wants to see that guy trip and fall on his ass sometime, that’d be pretty funny, he thinks. It would be even better if his brother did the same. But for Nagi, instead of playing his first-person shooters like how he would like to, the boy was being shushed by Meguru Bachira who was accompanied by an oddly serious looking Reo Mikage.

“Ghost… ghost…” Reo began making different “oOOOoO” noises to mimic ghost sounds from a badly produced Halloween movie. “We come in peace. We don’t plan to hurt you.”

“Yeah! We’re totally cool, you should hang out with us! Look! We even have some random dude who’s like the same breed of human as you! Er… as you were.”

“Bachira I didn’t agree on being a human sacrifice,” Nagi tried saying, but was quickly cut off.

“Shhh! You’re gonna scare it away! No one cares~!”

“Are you mentally well?”

Bachira and Reo let out loud ear-shattering screams, each going straight into Nagi’s head and giving him the most painful migraine he’s ever experienced, so painful that he almost did not realize it was an unfamiliar voice talking to Bachira instead of one of their own. Looking up at whoever it was, it happened to be another teenager who looked relatively normal with no seemingly ghostly features at all.

“Aren’t you guys soccer players? What the fuck are you doing out here ghost hunting?”

“Wait so you aren’t a ghost?” Bachira tilted his head and asked, his eyes blank in confusion while Reo looked like he was short-circuiting.

“No…?” You replied, pinching your skin. “I’m like ninety-nine percent sure I’m alive and well. You guys are hallucinating or something if you think I’m a ghost.”

“T-then why are you here?!” Reo pointed at you and demanded, suddenly thinking you were some intruder or hitman that was hired by one of his family’s rival companies, out to kill him while he happens to be away from home.

“‘Cause I’m that freak Jinpachi’s cousin. I need volunteer hours to graduate so I came here and honestly, I regret it. Nepotism sucks—well, at least this kind. I should’ve been born as some major actor’s kid.”

“Woah! So you aren’t here to kill me, that’s great!” Reo beamed, suddenly very giddy that a cute intern the same age as him would not be an absolute danger to his well-being. It had been years since he felt this electricity in his chest, the last time being when he met Nagi, who had been stuck with him ever since that day on. The purple-haired boy was unsure of whether the pleasure he felt from meeting you was due to a new challenge, or the fact he was genuinely interested in you. After all, he thought you were a ghost the first time he saw you.

“What—huh?! Why would I kill you? What kind of unresolved trauma do you have? Was this Jinpachi’s fault? That man is fucked in the head but he has money so don’t tell anyone about it until he dies and I get all his inheritance, ‘kay?”

Nagi did not know if you morbid words went one of Reo’s ears and out the other or if Reo was weirdly into whatever fantasies you had. Rich people. Bachira, though, was giggling like a devious troll, making squelching kissy noises in Reo’s ear as you went on and on about your plan to save yourself from the world of middle-class living and kick your cousin out of the economic elites so that you could replace him, knowing damn well that Ego could hear you.

And, he did.

A large television screen mounted to the front wall of the Blue Lock Facility cafeteria turned on almost immediately after you stopped talking, displaying a far from happy Jinpachi Ego in all of his bowl-cut glory. The man’s permanent frown was even more of a frown than what Nagi thought was humanly possible, another ew in his book. Man, his coach was depressingly ugly.

Jinpachi Ego was a tired man whose tiredness plummeted into exhaustion every time he had to interact with his hellspawn of a cousin, you. “[name], cut it out and get to cleaning. You aren’t going to get any credits or paychecks if you continue standing there wasting all our time telling people your empty plans of ‘plotting my downfall’,” Ego spoke with his monotone voice, making faux quotes with his hands.

“Oh, shut up old man. You’re literally decaying compared to me. Get to bed, grandpa,” You restored, visibly pissed off but immediately switching your facial expression to a cheery one like a lightswitch as you bid goodbye to the three teenage boys before you and running off to “beat that bowl-cut’s ass”, as you put it.

“Dude, you look like you just met an angel and fell in love!” Bachira laughed in Reo’s face, doubling over and rolling on the floor.

“I think… that’s because I just did,” Reo mumbled, awe still on his face as he blankly stared at the television screen Ego was just on.

—

Once again, Nagi just wanted to go to bed but had his plans interrupted by a very desperate Reo Mikage.

“Come on! Nagi, you just don’t get it. They’re my soulmate, I’m sure of it!”

“Why can't you go alone? Why do you have to drag me into you trying to ask them out? Aren't I just gonna be in the way?”

“Nagi,” Reo whined, pathetically dragging out his name. “I need you there for moral support. I'll piss myself otherwise, you know that.”

“Yeah, and I’ll be sure to laugh at you too when they reject you.”

“I'm gonna punch you.”

“Whatever, just this once, you hear me?”

“Aye, aye, captain!” Reo saluted his closest friend, skipping to the cafeteria to find you. To be honest, he was unsure of whether or not you’d be there but considering the fact you’ve been cleaning the cafeteria at the same times for two days in a row, Reo thought he had a pretty good chance. But of course, luck wouldn't always be on the side of the rich and famous.

Nagi and Reo walked into the large, open room only to find the lights completely out, without a single sound echoing throughout the cold. An eerie feeling took over the previous excitement that Reo felt that evening, accompanying it with a chill down both of their spines.

“They aren't here, let's go back,” Nagi urged. He would never admit it to anyone's face, but the cafeteria was starting to give him the creeps. “Bring Bachira with you next time, he’d be over the moon to help you.”

“No! Wait! This place is creepy as fuck but we haven't even looked yet! Let me just turn on the lights—”

“See? You should be more like your friend here. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I don't bite!” A voice popped out from right behind Nagi, causing him to physically jump into the air and trip over and onto his knees before violently whipping around, coming face to face with you manically cackling at his reaction. “Man, you're easy to scare!”

“Hi! You're er— [name], right? That's what Ego called you last night,” Reo greeted, “I'm Reo Mikage.”

“Yeah,” Nagi chimed in from on the floor. “He's Reo Mikage.” Reo really wished he followed through with punching Nagi in the face. “He's the heir of the Mikage Corp.”

“Mikage… Mikage… Mikage…” You muttered, trying to remember why that name sounded so oddly familiar to you. Is it the name of a restaurant you went to? No, he said ‘Corp’, that wouldn't make any sense.

“That means he's super rich by the way,” Nagi added one last time before ditching his awestruck friend in the otherwise empty cafeteria that he doubted anyone would go to anytime soon; it was almost nine in the evening.

“Oh my God, you're rich?” You gushed, suddenly very interested in what Reo had to say for himself—well, even more interested. It was like a dream for you; some really pretty dude coming in looking for you specifically, ignoring the part where he thought you were a ghost, of course. But having this same pretty boy turn out to be a super mega rich heir and also be super mega athletic? Jackpot. You won in life. It's God’s apology for making you be related to that bastard Jinpachi Ego. This is your main character moment and you will make sure that boy will be yours before any other trashy gold digger other than you picks him up and takes him away. “That's like, the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“That's not the only thing you're after, right?” Reo cautiously asked. It slightly hurt knowing that you might not actually be interested in him, but only after his wallet instead. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened, but it would be the first time it's happened with someone he was genuinely interested in.

“No, no! Of course not! You're pretty funny and well uh, really cute so even if you were broke I’d shoot my shot.”

If you spoke any more, Reo thought that his cheeks would fucking burst from how hot they felt and he was more than sure his face was a burning crimson red. It was suddenly as hot as a midsummer's day with the sun shining right above his brushed, violet hair, causing his entire body to sweat. “Holy shit I could marry you right now.”

“Hell yeah, let's get married, Reo!” You exclaimed with the same ecstatic eagerness as the boy whose hands you were grabbing onto while jumping up and down.

“[name], get to cleaning. You are not getting married anytime soon.” Before you could start making up your vows on the spot, a shart voice cut through the moment with the click of a button as the television in the cafeteria turned on once again, displaying a displeased, disturbed, and beyond annoyed Jinpachi Ego who was most definitely not pissed off because he can't get himself a partner like how his cousin can.

[readingadream]

BE THE LIGHT

Chapter One

Word count 1,620

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Wooyoung POV

What would you do if a random person came to you and asked to trust him? Saying that he would be the reason the world would change. Would you trust him? Would you think he was bat shit crazy like me? 

Wednesday night, there was a full moon and a chilly breeze that made leaves fall so beautifully to the ground. Though like the story's told by our parents, the most intresging people came out that night. I should have stayed home, but of course my friends always loved to go out.

“Yah! Woo, hurry the hell up.” Shouted by my friend who was almost as short as I was, light brown hair that had just barely covered his ears and of course not styled much since he had been partying most of the night. I rolled my eyes and waved as our group of friends walked to the next bar. 

“Mm, Go ahead without me. I think Imma catch the bus home. It's late and I need to wake up early anyways.” I waved my friends on as I walked to the convent store, grabbing a thing of ramen, a hangover drink, and some chips. Perfect late night snack plus medicine to help me not feel like absolute death right before work in the morning. The store was oddly quiet tonight which was unusual for a Saturday. Saturdays usually were busy, many drunk young adults like myself grabbing snacks or buying more alcohol. Walking to the front to pay I noticed a younger male who had red hair trying to do homework. Remembering those days I’d felt a little bad for the boy. 

After paying I grabbed my bag and quickly ran to the bus stop that was just about a block from where I’d been. Hopefully my luck would work tonight and not miss the last bus back home. Though when has luck ever been on my side? Never. I watched it drive past me. Looking up at the sky I let out an annoyed yell. “Fuck!” 

I was about to turn and call a taxi when a shorter male approached me, his hair was the color of dark chocolate, and his skin pale like someone who seemed to avoid being outside during the day, and lastly his eyes were dark brown as well but almost black. Though it was hard to see them clearly in the darkness that surrounded them due to the lack of streetlights where they currently were. Who'd have thought a bus stop in the middle of the city would be poorly lit?

“Apologies, I didn't mean to scare you. I know I'm a nobody but would you trust me? Help me out and I can promise you glory.” The stranger's voice was a slightly higher tone to an otherwise velvety smooth lilt, the kind of sound that the perfect melodie wrapped up in a song; a lullaby.

Tell me why I wanted to say yes? Why would someone like me decide to agree to help with something that my dumbass didn't know anything about. Shivering from the cold breeze I let out a breathy laugh as I looked at him. This male had a surrounding feeling of confidence and yet felt so mysterious as well.

“Who is stupid enough to say yes? Me apparently because I'm curious, also because your friend who has been standing behind you closely seems like he can trust you.”

I looked at the male behind him, white hair that looked like snow, was close to shoulder length, and the look he gave was one of seriousness. The male who  spoke let out a faint laugh, waving off the one who stood behind.

“Seonghwa is very close to me, he's our most precious member. Ah, I'm Hongjoong by the way.” Holding his hand out for me to shake. His hand was cold, silver rings on most of finger as well as a few bracelets on his wrist. Was it wrong to mention the fact his hands were smaller then mine? Though this man whose name was Hongjoong was also shorter than me so it made some sense in a way. 

“Wooyoung.” Giving the stranger my name so easily, probably not wise and used a fake name but we only lived once right? What could be worse than a stranger leading me to my possible death.

Seonghwa looked at me, like he was questioning why I'd agree so easily, who could blame him though? because I still was unsure. I used him as an excuse to be completely honest. Moving he points to the black BMW that had been pulling up and parking next to us.

“Our ride is here, you will stay with us from now on. You can gather your stuff tomorrow though Woo, right now it's late and you've seemed to have a long night.” Seonghwa spoke for the first time, voice sounded like thunder in the distance yet also a lullaby that if he sang a gentle song would make all worries go away.

Nodding my head I took a step towards the vehicle, “Promise you won't be killing me?” 

“I promise doll, you are safe with us.” Hongjoong gently patted my shoulder as he walked to get into the front passenger seat.

Stepping into the back with Seonghwa, I noticed the driver. He looked around my age, tired, and his eyes dull like there was no life left in them. I noticed his hair was the color of a faded pink or maybe orange? It was hard to tell in the little light that was provided due to the door being open momentarily. Though, maybe that's because of how late it was and the male was tired.

“This is Yunho, our sunshine most days. I swear he isn't as gloomy as he looks, we just haven't gotten much sleep lately and it takes a toll on us.” Listening to Hongjoong explain who the driver was, I noticed a small smile appear from Yunho. 

“That's because you made me wake up at 2am the other night because of your wild idea. Anyways, it's nice to meet you newbie.”

Newbie? He knew? Of course he did you idiot. “It's Wooyoung.” Letting out a soft yawn I just relaxed in the back seat. The leather seats seemed to be heated which warmed my cold bodie but also made it incredibly hard to stay awake much longer. Looking out the window as we drove, watching as city lights passed by quickly and things became a blur as I fell asleep curled up in my seat and just enjoying the warmth while it lasted.

Feeling someone shake me is what had finally woken me up, I usually slept hard and long so without thinking I shove them off. “Fuck off.” Mumbling and turning slightly. 

That's when I remembered that I wasn't home, it wasn't Changbin waking my lazy ass awake. I shot up and met eyes with Seonghwa. He didn't look bothered by my actions.

“Well you clearly will get along with Sannie, he loves his sleep and once punched our captain in the face for trying to wake him.” He points to a warehouse, it was definitely worn down but also if someone looked closer they would see that the building had been worked on. Looking over to where he was pointing I noticed a few boys outside playing basketball. “Welcome to our little utopia, it isn't fancy but we all have adjusted. You will too in a matter of time.”

When the car parked I noticed a boy with red hair running over holding a basketball. “Hyung! Did you guys get the snacks? Please tell me you got more banana milk because San hyung drank the last one that I was saving.” He pouted and it was cute, like a little bear pouting.

“Wooyoung, this is our youngest member. Jongho, this is our new member. I want you and San if he's awake to get him all taken care of.” Hongjoong spoke as he got out of the vehicle. “Yes we got snacks and more milk, Hwa wanted strawberry milk anyways so he bought a few packs of both.” 

San must have known he'd been spoken of, walking out to help with the groceries he took notice of the new male. Looking him up and down before shrugging.  

“San, this is Wooyoung. I want you and Jongho to get him set up, we will get his stuff tomorrow after we've gotten some well deserved sleep.” All San did was nod. Handing me a few bags before walking towards the building.

Following inside I had noticed the couches in the middle of the building, a few desks around it and then another couch off to the side by the door. The warehouse was old for sure, and looked like they'd made the place for all 7 that there was. Well now 8. 

Ladders led up to a second floor, everything seemed new like they had built the second floor themselves, so it was safe for them to walk on. Lastly, he saw the makeshift kitchen. Everything they would possibly need was there. A microwave, stove and oven, dish washer, a coffee pot, and just basic items you'd generally see in someone's kitchen. San points at the groceries “I'll put these away, so just set them on the table for now.” Of course, I just nodded my head, setting them down. Yawning for what seemed like the millionth time in the last 10 minutes. I walked around as the others all came in, talking about who knows what. He'd tuned them out for a moment as he realized things were about to be a lot different from now on.

[jounosparticles]

Jouno's Birthday - Suegiku

Jouno was enjoying a day off when his work partner pays him an unexpected visit

Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1665

Today was Jouno’s day off from working. He had many long shifts recently, and was finally rewarded a well-deserved break for everything he’s done. Today also happened to be Jouno’s birthday, so he planned to take the day to enjoy himself. Getting a day to sleep in, do whatever he wishes, and get a break from dealing with his coworkers was all the man could ask for. 

Jouno started his day off by making himself a green tea, and sat outside on his porch. It was surprisingly quiet outside, not many people nearby. Jouno checked his phone, and listened to a happy birthday voicemail from Tachihara and Teruko; he must have had his phone silenced when they initially called. Jouno wasn’t the type to celebrate birthdays, too many smells and sounds makes the overall celebration rather overwhelming. He was glad to not need to deal with any of that this year.

As evening falls, Jouno changes into his pajamas, and figures he would just order dinner instead of making anything. As he went to pick up his phone, there was a knock at his door. Perplexed, Jouno shouts towards the door, “who is it?”

“It’s me,” the voice said. Jouno stopped in his tracks. “Can I come in?”

“Fine. Just a moment.” Jouno replies, with a slight tinge of annoyance. The white haired man quickly walks back into his room. Mumbling to himself, “why is Tetchou here? The one day I think I can get away from him for a bit and he shows up at my door?” Still, he gets changed into nicer clothes, and approaches the door. Even though he won’t express it, Jouno cares a lot about Tetchou’s perception of him, which is the main reason he quickly attempted to make himself more presentable for the unexpected guest. 

“What do you want?” The white haired man asks, as he moves to let Tetchou inside.

“Just came to wish you a happy birthday. I made you a small cake.” The brunette walks in and immediately makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and piercing it into the cake. It was definitely small, enough for two people; Jouno couldn’t help but appreciate the gesture. He was definitely annoyed to see Tetchou of all people, but at least he wasn’t being particularly annoying. Jouno sits down at his kitchen table, grabbing the fork and plate his partner just set down. Something smells slightly off, but Jouno chooses to ignore the sense. He takes a bite.

“Tetchou. What exactly did you make this cake with?” The brunette looks at his partner, fighting back a smile.

“Oh, I was out of tupperware so I put my salt and sugar in a bin together. They look similar enough to be interchangeable.” 

Jouno spits out the food he was eating, and lets out a loud sigh. “How is someone so dumb capable of being one of the Hunting Dogs? Obviously salt and sugar are going to taste different! You’re such a dumbass.” He scowls at the man sitting across from him. Tetchou lets out a small laugh; typically, he’s a very composed man, however, he feels safe enough to let his guard down and have a little fun when only Jouno is around.

“Why are you laughing at your own stupidity? Don’t tell me you did this on purpose just to piss me off.” Tetchou doesn’t say anything back, he’s just smiling as he waits for the man across from him to talk again. 

“You did, didn’t you?! You’re such a bastard, Tetchou. Now I have to call for food.”

“Don’t worry about it. I already ordered a pizza for you before I arrived, it’ll be here soon. I just wanted to see your angry face for a second.” Tetchou throws out the extremely salty cake he had brought, and he tells Jouno to go rest until the pizza arrives. The white haired man does as he is asked, although reluctantly. Shortly after, the pizza arrives, and Tetchou goes to sit beside his work partner. To Jouno’s surprise, the pizza wasn’t covered in questionable ingredients.

 The two eat quietly for a moment, before Tetchou decides to break the silence. “Have you enjoyed your day off? You’ve been working a lot lately.” The brunette cares a lot about the wellbeing of his coworker, and was genuinely happy to see him take a day off. Jouno works himself to the limit often, and pretty much never misses a day. Admittedly, Tetchou found it strange to not see Jouno at the base, which is why he chose to pay him a visit.

“My day was going well until you showed up. Did you miss me or something? You know, I’m there every other day.” Tetchou smirks at the snarky comments, knowing Jouno isn’t actually mad. His partner has never been warm with people, but he has gotten used to reading his partner’s true emotions despite whatever he claims.

“Just figured you wouldn’t want to be completely alone today.”

“Sure, but why would I hang out with you? Of all people.” 

“Do you have anyone else?” Jouno replies with a sigh. The two spend so much time working to the point where outside social interaction has become a rarity. That’s just part of the job, not much can be done about it. Although Jouno would never admit it, the company of the person he sees most often is comforting.  

The two finish their pizza, and Tetchou begins to clean his and Jouno’s plate. Reluctantly, Jouno thanks him for everything, and follows up with a question: “Why are you being so nice to me today? You never come over, let alone buy me dinner.” Jouno was genuinely confused by this, the two saw each other so often at work that they rarely met up outside of it. 

“What’s wrong with me wanting to wish my friend a happy birthday? You have got to start letting people do nice things for you. I am having a good time with you tonight.” The white haired man was surprised by Tetchou’s words. Hearing his coworker call him a friend made him smile a bit, although not enough for anyone else to notice. 

“Well, thank you. I’ll accept it as an apology for how you scarred me with the cake.” Jouno slaps his partner in the shoulder, making him spill a little of the water he was cleaning the dishes with. Jouno goes to grab a towel to clean the mess.

The brunette stops him from cleaning. “I’ll get it, just go get into some comfy clothes and relax.” 

“You know, I am fully capable of cleaning. I don’t need you to take care of everything.”

“Just go, it’s fine.”

 Jouno sighs and heads to his room. He throws on some pajamas and goes back to sit on his couch. Something about being dressed informally makes him feel slightly vulnerable. Regardless, he sits patiently and waits as Tetchou finishes tidying and approaches him again.

“Just how long are you staying? You must really miss me when I’m not around.” Jouno listens as Tetchou’s heart beats a little faster. He doesn’t mention it, but it feels a bit strange.

“I guess I do.” The white haired man was taken aback by his partner’s honesty. He didn’t know how to respond. “I can leave if you’d really like.”

Jouno lets out an exasperated sigh, “it’s fine.” He was having a hard time coming up with a remark after what he heard. For once, he didn’t feel like snapping at his partner and was just enjoying the company. He encourages Tetchou to come sit beside him. 

Tetchou yawns and stretches a bit. His partner faces him, “long day?”

“Yeah. Lots of paperwork and negotiations. Work has been really tiring lately, I’ve barely slept all week.” 

“You’re telling me.” The two exchange a sigh, and ramble on about their cases to each other. Hours pass as they continue to talk, not even realizing how late it has become. As Tetchou checks the time, he abruptly stops their conversation. 

“It’s getting pretty late, and I still have to drive home. I’ll have to leave soon since we have a meeting in the morning.” Jouno is a little disappointed by the sudden change of topics. He was enjoying listening to Tetchou talk more casually, putting his guard down and just having a fun night. He could tell his partner felt the same way. 

“Why don’t you stay here overnight? You can have the couch.” Jouno was surprised by his own question. He just wanted the night to last forever.

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah. I have some comfier clothes you can change into, come with me.” Jouno leads Tetchou to his bedroom, and points out the drawer to his pajamas. “Wear whatever you’d like.” 

After getting changed, the two sit on Jouno’s bed and continue talking. Laughing about their old cases, arguing over the abominations Tetchou calls his lunches, and discussing future plans for the Hunting Dogs. After a while, Tetchou lets out another yawn.

“You can sleep if you’d like, Tetchou.” 

“I will soon. But, there’s something I want to do first.”

“What is it?” Jouno immediately notices the brunette's heart begins to race, and listens as his breathing becomes a bit shallow. “Is everything alright?”

Without speaking, Tetchou looks at Jouno for a second. He then brushes the side of his partner’s face, and quickly leans in to kiss him. After a second, he pulls away to see Jouno’s face, which was nearly as red as the tips of his hair. Jouno doesn’t say anything, he’s completely surprised by what just happened. He wears a confused, yet flustered look on his face.

“I’m sorry, was that too much?” Tetchou’s words carry a heavy sound of worry and embarrassment. Before he realizes, Jouno grabs him back and brings him back into a soft kiss. Pulling away, The white haired man smiles at his partner.

 “This was all I could have asked for.”

[daisychainsandbowties]

how did you figure out that you’re nonbinary and that you specifically use they/them pronouns? /genq

oh okay so figuring out gender was a ‘casper is stupid for 17 entire years’ situation.

i basically came out of the cradle insisting that it was cringe and terrible of my parents to think of me as a girl. i was, emphatically, a Pokémon obsessed little guy since i could form entire sentences. but it was 2002, and frankly i was more concerned with how far i could spit and collecting spiders off the bushes to be worried about it. my parents (bless) were 100% cool with getting my clothes in the boys section & letting me do whatever i wanted (except get ice cream from the ice cream van every day. their one and only instance of homophobia 😔) so i didn’t really suffer, especially, beyond scowling at people in school when they dared to refer to me. 

it was pretty clear to me when i was 11 that having a cursed body was, indeed, going to be a curse. not worth mentioning how terrible and evil 11-14 was for me physically, tho to be fair i also took up swordfighting then so swings and roundabouts.

but yeah, around when i was 9 i knew there was a huge massive problem but then my mom got cancer (multiple myeloma) and… yeah gender crisis took a backseat while we watched her almost die about three times (pulmonory embolism, stem-cell transplant, getting shingles with no immune system bc chemo). my grandmother looked after me while Hospital.

unhelpful to the anti-trans-kids-existing demons bc she was also like intensely indulgent of my refusal to wear anything but my brazil football jersey. she let me eat nothing but artificial cheese slices put on a single slice of white bread and then microwaved because i had the massive trump card of not being allowed to see my mother for almost six months. i think she was grateful that i seemed to find the whole situation too serious to cry over. my best friend was a boy & he was pretty willing to be like ‘ok cool. ur not a girl. can we go on the trampoline?’ 

& then, when things calmed down & i was about 16/17, i had come out as gay (good for me) about two years before & then i realised i was oh fuck A Bit More Complicated than that i spent a while agonising over it. really a long walks on the beach pondering my gay ass type deal.

but then, just when i was kind of starting to vibe with being enby, I got really really sick, which lasted aboooout 5/6 years where it was just an old school platforming game but titled ‘casper tries not to die while trying to get a degree & two masters’). very do not pass go do not collect 200 of the universe to Do That. but hey. 

so it was around Pandemic when i finally got the brainspace to actually think, & i realised that i was definitely trans, probably nonbinary. i experimented for a while with different pronouns. realised my ‘dumbass nickname everyone has to call me’ was my ACTUAL NAME (never underestimate my stupidity and ignorance) & yeah at first i was thinking of going the hormones path (do not ever please god don’t get me started on how hard that is in this stupid bastard country. 5 years waiting period, on average. have to get diagnosed formally by a team of psychiatrists with what is characterised as a ‘mental illness’. have to ‘live’ - as Some Fucker sees it - as your ‘chosen’ gender for like two years AND be out to basically everybody - realistic and safe i say sarcastically i say while looking into the camera like i'm on the office - oh look i got started. anyway. bullshittery)

but eventually i realised huh nope i just wanted top surgery (same fucking deal with the health service tho) & for people to use they/them generally (i am not too fussed w/ pronouns for myself tho. like, a lot of my friends use he/him because frankly i deserve it most of the time with the himbo behaviour. professionally i insist on they/them for consistency. i get congnitive dissonance with she/her as in i get a weird shock & want to laugh & wonder who the fuck they’re talking about for a sec before i realise it’s me. but like, miffed too much i am not).

also gender is a big pendulum for me it’s an elliptic orbit sometimes for a few weeks i’m like a feminine guy and other times i feel like a masculine gay & sometimes i feel like the autism creature (bc i AM an autism creature, always). 

but i have, essentially, felt nonbinary always. trust me i have a pic of blue-eyed blond 5y/o me sitting on my bed in my Pokemon-themed room wearing a Manchester United jersey and holding my PS2 controller in my hands with a profoundly vacant and himboish expression on my face. it did fully take me 17 whole years to have my ‘oh’ moment about it, but a lot of that was profoundly indulgent parents who were you can’t even imagine how determined to not raise me the way they were raised - which meant, apparently, that if i wanted to be a spider-collecting, bug obsessed pokémon-fixated little guy who kept snapping branches off the bamboo and fashioning makeshift swords out of them - well then that was the creature they’d send to school every day. 

i think the tldr here is: casper stupid. gender a concept. 

[thankchaosforspellcheck]

I posted 1,499 times in 2022

That's 799 more posts than 2021!

77 posts created (5%)

1,422 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 1,221 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#svsss - 83 posts

#danny phantom - 40 posts

#dcu - 38 posts

#orv - 36 posts

#batman - 34 posts

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#dp - 32 posts

#mdzs - 29 posts

#shen qingqiu - 25 posts

#tgcf - 23 posts

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#i know a person who thought ''e'' was for ''everyone'' and was very confused and disturbed when they kept getting smut instead of gen fics

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Modern Roommates au for the MXTX white & red groups

Xie Lian, Shen Qingqiu, and Lan Wangji all live next door to Wei Wuxian, Hua Cheng, and Luo Binghe.

On the Heaven Line (I've seen that one used once so I'm going with it) side:

LWJ moved in specifically because he heard WWX was moving in.

SQQ (actually SY) moved in while trying to escape Cang Qiong academy after a 4-year long-con came to a head.

XL moved in because the rent was super cheap.

On the Demon Line side:

WWX also moved in because the rent was super cheap.

LBH moved in specifically because SQQ moved in.

Hua Cheng owns the building but doesn't want XL to know that yet.

296 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#4

Anybody else think it was a fucking waste that Dub!Haruhi doesn't actually call everyone "dude" and "bro". Like, I get that was a translation thing, but I would pay to see Haruhi call the other hosts that like:

"Tamaki-senpai. Dude. You need to chill."

"Oh, honey-senpai! What's up bro?"

Like picture Haruhi saying this completely unironically and just try and tell me you wouldn't be cackling.

318 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#3

Imagine if you transmigrated and had to fake being a competent adult for years before finally finding someone else who also transmigrated from the same time as you... only they liked all of the memes that you found super annoying and you're now wondering whether you should kill them anyway.

That's cumplane.

443 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#2

the REAL reason why everything worked out in the end of SVSSS is because, despite the system's and literally everyone else's best efforts, Shen Yuan made the whole thing a comedy through pure, sarcastic force of will and everyone knows that the difference between a Shakespearean comedy and a Shakespearean tragedy is that one ends with a wedding and the other ends with a funeral.

498 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I love Scum Villain. No one has any idea how the fuck Qi-deviations work, and no one really cares.

People get de-aged and amnesia and fucking animal ears and MQF is just walking in 10 minutes late with xanxia fantasy starbucks like:

"oh. yeah. that's definitely a Qi-deviation. they'll be fine in a couple days. or they might die! who knows."

and no one can even blame him because he's the only reason all of the dumbasses on Bai Zhan peak haven't keeled over from doing something stupid.

In nearly every other series by mxtx Qi-deviations are like barely a thing that comes up, and are generally fairly reasonable things like "oh he had a qi-deviation so he tried to kill everyone and then died horribly" but not fucking SVSSS!

816 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

Less than 12 hours this is actually insane….also wait from the previews the additional time also looks a lot less crusty???? Or maybe it’s just me LMAO either way SOO EXCITED

SHSAHS Tullia out here living her best life I fr forgot for a second that otoya also has a sad backstory his dumbass moments that we’ve talked about just outshine it LMAOOO Nagi’s story fr has me in tears though wdym his house burned down?!?! Ok anyways YES that’s exactly the vibe I was thinking of I just had no idea how to word it LOL Yukimiyas team definitely has an insane level of respect for him and all the training they’ve done through together while hioris is more like “we’ll be your parents” LMAO

LMAOOOO aegislash being the director of the pursuit office au im crying that would be so funny otoya flaming the hell out of tillie and Karasu eulogy quote have me crying

OH FR?? Hopefully that also means less ugly pokemon but we’ll see LOL mega flygon would be so cool I definitely remember people making fan designs for it when megas first came out and some of them go hard

Wait the interteam pokemon dynamics and relations have me spiraling into more universe expansion LMAO first we have garchomp and nidoqueen taking care of babies together and now hydreigon altaria unrequited crush HAHAHA also otoya just straight up not knowing ampharos can mega has me rolling like for all that time he just didn’t know it was possible where even aikus like “lmaoooooooo you dumbass”

DEPRESSED VIBE reading this has me laughing but you’re so right if aiku wasn’t so, well, aiku LMAO then the stubble probably wouldn’t feel as off

No fr when you start touching grass it hits you hard LMAO but the more I think the more I feel like this is an opp….we’ll see if my premonition is correct LOLL

Omg the best dynamic they fight like arch rivals but the moment someone talks shit they’re like “uh. Nuh huh that’s MY rival only I get to say shit to them”

YOU GOT THIS!!! But also take it easy!!! Rewind a bit while watching s2e1 I still can’t believe we’re almost there

IT WAS A THIRD DUDE wait I think you mentioned the third dude briefly before but not the spicy white comment I’m crying talk about a night to remember omg wait sorry I’m laughing too much “oh it’s some Indian thing” “yeah I’m Indian” BYEEEEE bet she was speechless when she saw you at the event omg I can’t

- Karasu anon

THE ADDITIONAL TIME PREVIEWS LOOKED REALLY GOOD i was laughing idek the context but just karasu and nagi going 😐 at each other while otoya and shidou are up to some bs in the background is SO them HFJSJDJ notice how yuki and rin weren’t involved that’s because they’re the only normal ones (well rin debatable but yuki yes) 😭 i’m super excited too AHH based on the previews the art style looks really nice!! less than six hours away now omg…

LMAOOO tullia fr has no problems i was lowkey considering coming up w smth tragic for her but honestly having one normal character might be beneficial to throw into further relief how insane the rest of the cast is 😫 otoya himself is stupid but his backstory is tragic…ngl in the actual story though he’s not quite as much of a dumbass although he does get scammed by chris prince and is crazy for literally every woman (except reader and tullia) he meets he’s also surprisingly mature and chill when the situation calls for it!! he def has his moments where he’s giving cool wise adult (although most of those scenes go to karasu tbh) FDJFJHD NAGI HAS ME CRYING TOO my poor baby…why must he suffer in this way…i say as if i’m not the one who’s making him suffer to embody the themes of the story 😭 yeahhh with yuki’s it’s kind of like his team thinks he has nothing left to prove and if he wants to/needs to do contests now then that’s what they’ll do and NOBODY better say anything without even knowing what he’s going through!!! meanwhile hiori it’s like “oh this little boy has zero parental figures we must adopt him and make him our own” actually lowkey you know what would be cute is if yayoi kinda takes hiori under her wing (pun not intended) when he’s younger and looks out for him when she can?? this both contributes to how tabito knows him as well as his inferiority complex (why does yayoi like hiori more) because he doesn’t understand why yayoi is nice to hiori and not him meanwhile she’s just trying to be the sole kind adult-ish person in the kid’s life 😟 maybe she’s the one who gives him ducklett as a reason to get him to come to the gym more often or smth (it was originally supposed to be tabito’s hence why it’s so sassy but yayoi thought it would do hiori more good)

the best thing about aegislash is with its inclusion you can truly have any au you want within pursuit since it canonically can manipulate people like that and seems to enjoy common manhwa tropes like isekai 😭 it WOULD be the one to just put reader and co in an office au randomly and probably would do so if it wasn’t terrified of houndoom and hydreigon LMAOAAO

a lot of the fan megas are so cool!! i’ve seen a lot of fan designs for a mega lapras too that would be really fire…we’ll see what comes out though ig HDSKJSSJ

I LOVE COMING UP WITH INTERTEAM DYNAMICS lowkey hydreigon just like its trainer in that sense because altaria is also lowkey nagi coded in a way HFSJJDBS they’re both into white fluffy creatures 😭 ig y/n did raise it from a deino it probably considers her its mother (and somehow…otoya is the father…since he helped her bust the ring and all i think hydreigon has a TON of respect for otoya it probably ships reader with him too) hence why it’s so similar to her in the most random aspects KDFHSJSJ lowkey i feel like another dynamic i see working is altaria being obsessed with one of karasu’s birds (probably talonflame) meanwhile the bird just kinda side eyes altaria because it doesn’t want to be on hydreigon’s bad side LMAOO also aegislash def loves reo for some reason because they both read villainess isekai manhwa

YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTOYA WOULD NOT BE THE ONE TO NOT EVEN REALIZE his ampharos had the mega stone and everything and kept trying to mega evolve and otoya would just be like bro wtf are you doing get your head in the game we’ve got a battle to win!! ampharos almost requests to be traded to nagi (idk why but mareep line is also very nagi coded lowkey otoya’s team is just nagi lite)

YEAHHH that’s what i’m saying like the stubble isn’t giving young fun flirty attractive soccer player it’s giving middle aged man in a crisis but caveat is that it’s only attractive on said middle aged men!! also i think the connotation is diff like irl a fully grown man with stubble is attractive especially if they (like barou) are attractive already but a teenager/early twenties man with stubble is hard to pull off without looking nasty 😭

i’ll give you that it is an opp because the breakdown is almost 50% opps so that doesn’t clarify it much HDJSJS ngl the story isn’t hard to write at all but i keep getting distracted and going on my phone after writing like two lines so i haven’t been productive in the slightest LMAOAAO it will be done soon though i hope…mostly because i want to write for karasu again i haven’t written him in soooo long 😔

IT TRULY WAS AN INSANE NIGHT the other day i plugged my digital camera into my phone and i found photos from that night that i don’t remember taking/being taken LMAOAOA there’s one of me where i’m lowkey serving but you can lowkey tell there’s nothing behind my eyes (ofc i made it my insta pfp it’s kinda cunty) i would show you but i don’t want somebody random to click on this and get the privilege of seeing my face HFBDSKSJS anyways yeah the girl was so shocked to see me she was like what are you doing here i was like?? same thing you are?? anyways…

[ladystoneboobs]

I’m talking about fan content obviously. Hardly anybody in fandom shipped Jacaela before HOTD but so many shipped Jacaera. Throwing around random accusations of racism is so stupid. Valyrians don’t even have a concept of white or black skin colour when it comes to their own race, skin colour is relevant for their view of non-Valyrians only. They see Valyrian traits as a form of racial superiority. Jace choosing the non-Valyrian bastard over the Valyrian princess is symbolically relevant AND it parallels him to Daemon who chose to save the lowborn black girl (non-Valyrian Nettles) and he was willing to sacrifice himself for her because he loved her contrasted against Daemon betraying his racist white wife (Valyrian Rhaenyra) and abandoning her to her fate. You are the one who does not understand the racial optics of the story GRRM wrote.

omg, this isn't even about shipping content or discourse, dumbass. we're talking abt whether sara snow should be included in the show, where laena and her daughters are woc and those optics must be considered. the show already failed at that when it came to daemon/laena and that is why i think it's best they don't touch sara snow, a minor unsubstantiated char, who, unlike rhaenyra, in no way influences the plot of the dance.

again, i never used the word racist in the original post bc the people i was thinking of, interested in jace/sara only as a form of robb/jeyne which we never got onscreen, are people i follow. and i myself am more interested in daemyra and rhaenicent than laenyra or daemon/laena, but i can still criticize the show's handling of laena. i am calling you a racist again bc anyone that sensitive to the merest hint of being called one prob is one. morever, your refusal to accept that we are talking about the show, which has black actors playing valyrian chars which should be accounted for, makes me think you're one of those against racebending any chars while always applauding the often-orientalist grrm.

but moreso i am calling you an idiot and a loser for arguing about m/f shipping for text-only f&b chars and romanticizing daemon's 'love' for nettles. i also suspect anyone that interested in the story of jace and a girl with no dialogue and no characterization beyond bastardy is not just a champion of valyrian/non-valyrian romance, but specifically a targ prince and a northern girl as the prelude to the next match between a prince of dragonstone and a maiden of wf, in which case know i'm judging you for that too.

[davecortel]

ECQ

“Good afternoon, sir.” A smiling lady in a white shirt greeted me as soon as I entered this cozy and appealing bookshop. I just stared at the lady for three seconds before greeting her back a good afternoon as I was still stunned that I had actually reached this place. But what's good about this afternoon, when I found myself back at a bookstore where I'm sure I'll spend half of my monthly income again?

As I walked into this particular bookstore, I felt a mixture of feelings. My heart felt so light as I saw the books heaped up shelf by shelf and genre by genre, but my feet were heavy, as if the thought of coming to such a place was a bad omen (maybe they were just concerned about my wallet because I'll be robbing it of its flesh again).

Biblio Bookstore, yup, that's the name, is a lovely and homely books-slash-stationery store that I'd been wishing to visit ever since I saw it in a facebook group for bookworms. I couldn't stop my eyes from turning into whole letters O as I walked along the shelves, still in awe of this amazing artwork. Because my province lacks bookstores and Manila feels like a foreign country during this pandemic, I must make the most of my limited time here by romanticizing every book, sniffing its natural scent, and moaning while stroking the covers till I orgasm.

But advertising Biblio isn't the point of this. I wrote this nonsensical piece of writing to express how impulse buying can really damage your sanity. The reason why I visited this in abrupt was because of the announcement of the Enhanced Community Quarantine which was to be effective from August 6 to 20, 2021. I came to Manila to visit my cousins, little did I know would NCR be placed on ECQ for the third time and presto! I got stranded.

So, how did I land myself half-conscious in this bookstore, as if dragged by some evil gravitational pull? Let's go back in time to one hour before this puzzling occurrence. I was woken up by a phone ring that kept bombarding my eardrums. “goddamnit!” I yelled with so much irritation for I could feel the eye-boogers still glued my eyes and getting up was so much a hassle for a 23-year-old lad who has symptoms of arthritis.

With my eyes partly open, I frantically searched for the ringing phone. I followed the sound to where it was coming from and pressed the answer button as soon as I had a firm grip on it. “Yes?” I said. “It’s confirmed! Manila will be placed on ECQ again, as if it’s a big help to stop this pandemic.” Said the voice on the other line. It was my cousin, Danica who in that time was on a duty, she’s working in a pancake house. Because of surprise, my eyes widened, breaking the jammed dirty eye-boogers.

“What the heck?!” I exclaimed. “What about now? Sure my flight going home will be cancelled, won’t it?”

“Of course not, moron. The ECQ will only last until August 20 and your flight is on 27.”

“What if they will extend it?”

“They won’t extend such a stupid idea unless the administration is 100% run by morons.”

She had a point. “Ok, so why did you call in the middle of my sleep paralysis particularly in the middle of my kissing scene with Calum Scott?” I asked.

“You delusional dumbass. It’s hard lockdown next week, aren’t you worried we might run out of food during the lockdown?”

“So what do you suggest am I going to do?”

I heard a heavy sigh on the other line “Go outside, pretend to be a beggar, beg for money. Of course go buy some grocery!”

[docwritesshit]

Followers ignore this post please for the love of the gods

Semi spicy noodles fic but it's poly with friends oc and my OC calling Redson a dumbass

I just wanted a word vomit leav me alone

Word count: 1.5k

My OC: Ashra

Friends OC: Sol

This was not what Redson wanted to occupy most of his mind. He was supposed to be working his latest automobile, silently listening to the music Sol put on even after Redson’s protests that the tunes would make her brain melt through his ears. Sol just rolled its eyes and plugged in a speaker.

But Redson’s mind wandered as they continued to make adjustments to the engine. He kicked himself every time he thought back to brunette wielding Sun Wukong's staff, with the brightest smile on his face.

He didn't have time to reminisce back to the time he found him in the desert and noticed how his brown eyes turned to honey gold when in the sun.

Didn’t need to cringe at the time Redson got crushed by the thief when they first met and noticed how cute his frown can be when he gets confused.

He shouldn’t think about this. He shouldn’t. Why is he?

“Reds?”

The soft voice of his companion brought Redson back to reality. She looked over her shoulder to see Sol coming up behind her, red and white tails swishing behind him. Reds turned fully to face him, seeing his ears tilted downwards slightly. Reds smirked.

“I don’t think I’ve done anything worthy or worrying you sprite” She stated.

Sol raised an eyebrow, and pointed at the table where Redson was currently working on. Reds took a look at what it was pointing at, which caused her hair to start to combust.

“WHY IS THE ENGINE SMOKING??” They shrieked, quickly controlling the heat around them and lowering it to make the engine cool down. Sol stood with his arms crossed, watching Reds with scanning eyes.

Redson shrunk a bit under its gaze. Sol had a knack at telling when Reds was off for one reason or another. And he could definitely tell now. Redson sighed as she finished up, reaching over to her thermos and taking a sip as she walked away to cool off.

“Niu Redson.” Sol said. Redson froze. Even her parents never used her full name when they were in their murderous rampages. Redson didnt even do anything! At least to their knowledge…

“Who is plaguing your thoughts this time?” Sol grinned, trotting over with his mischievous smile spread across his face and tail moving side to side in a slow manner.

Redson stammered, stepping back from the closeness. She could feel her cheeks heat up more and more the longer Sol started at them for an answer.

“Wha-what? I am not thinking of anything dear!” Redson insisted. Sol tilted its head and raised an eyebrow.

“… It’s nothing for you my darling.” Sol sighed, leaning back again and crossing his arms once more.

“Y’know I don’t believe you, panda~.” Sol teased. Redson scoffed, pushing Sols face away from theirs. It has been a century since Ash gave them both those stupid plushies for their ‘meetaversary’, and Sol still hasn’t let the joke die.

“It’s nothing I swear. I can figure things out on my own Sol.” Redson stated, and strode away, effectively ending the conversation between him and his fox.

What Redson didn;t account for however, is the ally Sol had on speedial.

And so the ambush occurred as Redson exited his much needed shower, sitting himself in front of his vanity and reaching for his brush. Running the ornate brush through her hair. He sighed, taking a few moments to finally relax. He loved this ritual, the privacy of his quarters let him actually have his hair down, his guard down. Unsurprisingly, this let the walls around his mind down again.

Redson found herself enjoying the image of instead of herself brushing her hair, she saw the reflection of Wukongs successor brushing her hair in the mirror, smiling as he gently undid the knots and tangles that came with the hair of the heir to the Demon Bull lineage.

Redson could feel the smile stretch across their lips, but let it happen. They chided themself lightly but dropped it. The delusions were necessary at times to make her not lose her mind over the pining.

Ugh, such a demeaning word for it.

‘But isn’t it more demeaning that I]you fell for him?’

Oh shush.

Redson exhaled sharply, tossing the hairbrush back on the vanity. Maybe the thoughts became too self aware.

“You good scamp?”

Redson’s blood ran cold. Only one annoyance of his used the nickname. And it was the last one he needed.

“Ashra, who gave you permission to enter?” Redson sneered, staring into the mirror to meet the eyes on the warrior leaning on the bed. Ashra smirked, showing off her snaggletooth against her blue skin.

“Awwwww, is that a way to greet a guest? And Sol invited me in, thanks for askin,” She responded, walking up behind Redson and taking the brush in her own hands and continuing what Redson started.

“What are you doing?” Redson questioned. Ashra smiled, the tips of her pointed ears going up.

“Brushing you hair~” She replied. Redson eyed her as she hummed a tune, gently pulling at the red strands with the brush.

“Soooo…. A little fox told me someone is keeping their feelings bottled up again.” Ashra sang out. Redson hair started to steam, which made Ashra chuckle.

“Can’t hide shit from me boy.” She snickered. Redson grumbled, but let her continue work through their hair.

“It’s fine.” Redson insisted.

“Last time you said that, it was about Sol. Who is it this time?”

Buddha, why?

“No one”

“You’re steaming more dude.”

Shit

“…Fuck off.” They said, attempting to get up until Ashra pushed them back down.

“Don’t try that bad boy prince of edge persona on me, pretty boy.” Ashra said, putting the brush back down and sectioning Reds hair into threes.

“You don’t have to tell me, but you know you should at least tell Sol. You know how he gets when you hide something from it.” Ashra reminded them. Redson hummed in acknowledgement, agreeing.

“And talk it out. With full transparency might I add.” Redson groaned, but nodded.

“Great! Sol, get your ass over here!” Redson lurched in their chair as Sol scurried out from under the bed, leaping as it transformed into its human form, giggling as it sat on the vanity.

“Well?” Sol pushed, draping its tails over Reds lap. Redson breathed in and out slowly, tangling their fingers in its fur. They needed to do this.

“It’s… ugh, do I have to say it?” Redson pleaded. Both of the demons gave death glares to the prince. They sighed, and ran their fingers through the white to red coat.

“This feels like an interrogation.”

“Would you rather it be a therapy session?” Ashra quipped.

“…it’s noodle boy,” Redson whispered. Sols’ ears perked up at that, as well as a slight blush. Ashra pufferies her cheeks, holding back her laughter.

“…You too?” Sol inquired.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ME TOO?!?” Redson blew up, her hair bursting into flames. Ashra let out her cackles, holding her stomach as her snorts filled the room as well as the crackles of the flames.

“Well… he’s cute and he’s very enjoyable company while I work at Pigsy’s, and when we hang out.”

“I forgot you got a peasant job to get away from me,” Redson teased. Sol smacked them with its tail, but the blush persisted.

“Oh this is quality entertainment.” Ashra commented, taking a rubber band from Sol’s outstretched wrist.

“Like you're any better, Miss Pine.” Sol shot back. Ashra rolled her eyes, but the newly red tips of her ears gave away her emotions.

“I’m trying to move on, thank you. I doubt either of those simians would even go for me anyways. And we are focusing on you guys.” She pointed out.

“Alright, then lets.” Sol determined, “Reds, do you want to be in a relationship with MK?”

“I-I, um….yes? No? I don’t know!” Redson groaned, hair starting to smoke. Ashra sighed, and put her hands on the shoulders of the two lovebirds.

“Alright, let’s settle this. Reds, do you want to hold hands with MK?”

“Uhhh, yes. If he’s comfortable with it.”

“Sol?”

“Duh.”

“Ok how about cuddling?”

“Like how me and Sol do? I don’t mind.”

“Sol?”

“Me and MK do anyways, so yes.”

“Final question: Kissing. Reds?”

“I, uh. Ummm… yeah. Yeah that doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Sol?”

“I don’t mind!”

“Great! Then looks like y’all are in agreement! Now ask go MK!”

“WAIT, how do we know he likes us back?” Redson questioned. Ashra just smiled, ruffled his hair, and gave him this piece of advice.

“Ask him you dumbass. Good luck!” With that, she sprinted out the window into the sunset.

“… Does he like us?” Redson turned to his fox companion, who just looked over and shrugged.

“We’ll have to see.”