#// it's very cool being able to see everyone else fill this in. it's a good insight into how everyone sees their muse(s).

[ferromagnetiic]

𝟑 - 𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒:

literally every hue of red

obsidian

golden-bronze

steel-silver

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

faded whiffs of cheap deodorant mingled with sweat at the end of a busy afternoon. distinct, masculine musk and warmed skin from being outside in the summer sun, beating down on him. the shared tang of the ocean’s headwind.

the nervousness lingering in the back of your nose, during moments of sharpened instincts; staining your tongue with something foul. like trepidation. he smells like oncoming threat. he smells like the anxiety you experience when you know danger is approaching, like something bad is about to occur, though you're uncertain of what that entails. he smells like clammy palms and a quickened heartbeat and a distrust that never quite dissipates.

metallic notes: spilled blood and laborious metalwork. the dryness of dusty tools in need of a polish, accompanied by the overwhelming bite of motor oil. an engine that's been running for too long, been functioning too hard, and is now emitting fumes.

the booze he's been drinking. rum on the rocks, or a frothy beer. stale fruit. shrouded in miasma while glasses clink in celebration as his men exchange a round of hearty toasts. an occasional cigarette when he steps outside for a smoke break. cheap thrills and long nights.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

his signature coat: an exotic plume of feathers, heavier than it looks and impossible to ignore, racing like a sea of soft fire down his back.

gaudy-printed pants which some would consider an eyesore for being so needlessly dramatic.

crimson hair, spiked each morning with copious amounts of hair gel.

a sizeable collection of expensive jewelry: bangles, cuffs, rings; stolen and never once bought.

bold lipstick in dark shades and kohl eyeliner painted on a face that would otherwise be too bare without.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

a pair of tinted goggles from an old friend dear to him, still.

the harsh, jagged edges of a false alloy arm: a paradox in both loss and gain. of something clearly solid yet missing.

a welding torch carelessly abandoned on the ground next to the incomplete body of an unfinished project.

a well-used electric guitar resting atop an amp.

imposing mechanical animals seeming to contain life of their own, rattling and hissing with complicated motions.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

the brutal collision of a fist; knowing precisely where to land to make his opponent reel.

the brawl-promised warning of a sneer poorly disguised as a wry smile.

the fluid movement of a tongue, thick with an accent belonging to an almost-dead language.

the absentminded wiping of grease-smears on an old rag.

bellowing laughter; gruff, satisfied rumbling lodged within a throat.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

“the scream of thunderbolts overhead; a country that has lost its privileges to quiet skies. the deafening patter of raindrops crashing onto tin roofs. there’s a presence in the junkyard hidden amongst the piles of scrap. sparks that are unpleasant to touch. a thousand flesh-eating sea kings swarming the coast, keeping you at bay. fingertips smudged with pencil lead from designing blueprints, so many of which are torn. your first successful invention, and short-lived moments of joy. pride swells in your chest.”

"a storehouse of restless discomfort and emotion. static stammering beyond your rabid snarling, the rushing of blood giving rise to the fine hairs on the back of your neck, disobedient and unlistening. a tense jaw that’s starting to go sore from gritted molars. everything about you is so loud. they won't part from you, uninjured. they'll speak of spite as though they'll understand it half as well as you do."

“being too good at these war-games. at collecting broken teeth and lacerations on your knees. a narrowed set of copper eyes — alight with animosity, dangerous and unnerving. it should hurt each time they knock you down; yet you don't quite feel it anymore. no love for the frail. you're about as angry as a bruise can get."

"your pull, magnetized on the outside, commands the creaking of the earth’s core. all iron folds to your will. you have little interest in playing god; despite what they say. you don't believe in transcendence, only perspective. so you continue to climb, tireless: a sentient contraption of mismatched parts continuously breaking down in the pursuit of strength. you’re an unburied artefact, terror on hooves. a rampaging minotaur lost inside the remnants of a once-great civilization. the wild shrillness of your best friend’s laughter, reeking in sacrifice and hardship, makes your residual limb flare up in turn. the pressure upon your shoulders remains heavier than any monstrous prosthetic you wield. you’ll protect everyone who’s counting on you: you’ve no other choice. you glint in spite of the rust."

"you were a boy once, turned man too early. you cling to survival like a hungry dogchild, thinking he can feast on raw bones alone, hurting yourself on every splinter. your stomach pierced; you, swearing you're never going to die. this is what it means to be the underdog. this is what it means to have the mettle not to recoil when you were made to stand in the living room of fear. you dread nothing and no one."

tagged by: @gumpistol (thank you, love you lala) tagging: @raidpink, @goddslayerr, @ryusokcn, @meowgiciann, @sozokami (ahmya or any of your op muses!), @melodysian (for uta my best girl, ofc), @primamirage, @ravarui (if you've already done this for shanks, do it for tony!), @akagamiko, @code01746, @chronocide (katakuri), @chillin-at-partys-bar (benn beckman), @seaoftales (mihawk), @wiinchgreen, @waraxarcana, @ncfertari, @swoonji

#【 ⚙ ˊˎ | IN THE WRONG KIND OF CASINO ; SPINNING OUT ON MY ONLY TENNER | dash games. 】 #// thank you for tagging me this was such a good meme/dash game!!! #// it's very cool being able to see everyone else fill this in. it's a good insight into how everyone sees their muse(s). #// sorry i am very late to getting this posted!

[emthimofnight]

What are Stellar's relationships like with the other main Sonic Co.?

I'll break down a handful of relevant relationships for you!!

Sonic - Stellar's dad

Stellar loves her dad, and is most like him in personality. This makes it so they are usually on the same page when it comes to what they do and don't like, but it also means that there is no one on earth who can annoy Stellar like Sonic can. 😂 As much as she loves joking around with him, sometimes his teasing and sarcasm can get on her nerves. Sonic has truly adapted to his role as an embarrassing dad, so dad jokes are non-stop in the hedgehog household. Even so, Stellar loves Sonic a lot and nothing makes her happier than running all over Green Hill with him! She wishes he'd take her on more of his big adventures.

Shadow - Stellar's papa

Stellar and Shadow are very close, but in a way that is different than how she is close with Sonic. Shadow is a quiet, steady, and responsible force in her life, one that she appreciates greatly. She knows she can rely on him for almost anything, and she finds a great amount of comfort in his presence. Shadow would do almost anything for her, and she knows it. That being said, Shadow can come across as overprotective, which becomes a point of contention between the two of them.

Tails - Uncle figure

Since Tails and Sonic were living together when Stellar arrived, he's always been an active part of her life. Once he got over the drama surrounding her existence, he was SUPER stoked to be an uncle! He was one of her regular babysitters growing up, and she really likes trying to bring out his more playful side. Even so, she finds it a bit hard to connect to him and his interests at times, as she's not very techy. She might not understand all of his brainiac lingo, but she does love all the fun gadgets he comes up with! He actually helped create her skates as a way to help vent her excess chaos energy!

Knuckles - Uncle figure

Knuckles is probably the uncle she relates to the most, as she shares his love of adventure and the outdoors! She often spends time listening to him tell stories of all the adventures he and Sonic have gone on, her eyes filled with stars. She admires him greatly, and thinks he's super cool! The only thing she doesn't get is how he can spend so much of his time sitting around and guarding the Master Emerald. She has far too much energy to be able to sit still for that long!

Amy - Aunt figure

Amy was another of her regular babysitters growing up, which is also how she and Camellia became so close. Amy would come over to visit with Camellia in tow, and the two would spend a majority of the time playing together. She sees Amy as a warm, loving person, and she feels like she could tell her almost anything. She does know not to piss her off, though! Amy is a force to be reckoned with when she's upset! Of course, she's delighted whenever she comes over, and it always helps that she brings yummy baked goods with her!

Rouge - Aunt figure

The aunt she's closest with, Rouge helped Stellar shape a lot of her personal style. She's the rich auntie type, always coming over with gifts and taking Stellar out to have girl time. She is responsible for a lot of the more feminine aspects of Stellar, seeing as she's the one who introduced the world of cosmetics to her. If it wasn't for her, Stellar would have been dressed in oversized t-shirts and running shoes all her life!

Blaze - Aunt figure

Being softer and more reserved, Stellar finds it harder to connect with Blaze. It's not that she doesn't appreciate her, she's just can find her a bit hard to read at times. She definitely exudes that queenly energy, and she can find that a bit intimidating at times. Even so, she's always happy to get opportunities to know her better, and she recognizes she's an empathetic and responsible person.

I should also mention that the only one out of this group that she genuinely sees like blood family is Tails. Everyone else are kind of like god parents or something, haha! She doesn't see any of the other fankids as cousins, basically. She sees them as peers/friends.

#answered asks #emthim rambles #stellar the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #amy rose #amy the hedgehog #blaze the cat #sonadow #shadonic #knuxouge #blazamy #sth #sonadow fankid #fan kid #fan child #lore dump

[strawb3rryshortcak5]

Headcanons For Task Force 141

simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, captain john price

Summary: cute, random, and dumb headcanons about task force 141

Contains: SFW, literally just headcanons

A/N: hi! i wanted to do something small for you guys so i decided a headcanons post would be fine. you will probably find this a bit more boring than my usual stuff but i wanted to write something 😵‍💫💕

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

- Simon has the most contagious laugh on the planet. It first comes out as a belly laugh, loud and gruff, and then turns into a breathless wheeze if whatever he was laughing at was that funny.

- He hates coffee. He has tried to like it multiple times but he can’t take a proper sip without gagging. On occasion he will try it again to see if anything has changed

- Pumpkin carving king over here. It’s no surprise that he would be good at this, considering his knife skills. But he is so good at it.

- When he is with the team, he will secretly do everyones laundry and clean up the filth around the base. He is adamant about being clean and can’t stand when people smell bad.

- Simon is stupid good at bored games and things like chess. He isn’t very competitive, he is just smart.

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

- Soap is definitely a picky eater. Like an extremely picky eater with a violent sweet tooth. Doesn’t eat spicy or sour food, only savoury and sweet things.

- Big cereal guy. Eats it as a snack, for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, another snack, etc. His favorite cereal is Kellogs Shreddies.

- When he is at home and gets the chance, he watches stand up comedy shows. He has a giant smile on his face while he watches them, and then binges more shows after he is done the first one.

- He is a really good cook, and a very intense food critic. Gaz cooked a couple steaks for the team and they don’t have a heavy sear? Soap will let him know, and at some point teach him how to do it the correct way.

- Soap is really good at coming up with handshakes. Thats it, thats the headcanon.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

- Hands down the most musically talented out of the whole team. When he is bored, he will tap his fingers to random drum rudiments. He can play almost any instrument and is really good at it.

- He loves bugs. Like a little too much. Whenever he sees a cool bug during a mission, he picks it up and takes it with him until he forgets about it and accidentally kills it.

- Scares people on purpose. Like, all the time. Someone is walking around a corner in the base? He is literally right there so scream in their face for no reason.

- He is mediocre at cooking but phenomenal at baking. Everything he bakes is great, but nothing he cooks is ever good. His cooking is just the right amount of edible where you don’t throw it out.

Captain John Price

- He loves hugs. It is very rare that he will receive one, but every time he does it fills his heart with joy.

- Cannot for the life of him wake up to alarms. You would think constantly being around loud sounds he would wake up instantly, but he sleeps like a rock.

- He carries around a disposable camera wherever he can. Price loves taking photos of the trees, flowers, sunsets, animals, and anything else nature related.

- He is really great at giving massages. If anyone on the team is super stiff or sore, he is able to fix it.

- He sets up little relaxing field trips for the rest of the team. Sending them to who knows where so they can finally relax for a little bit.

- During or on special holidays he sets up small parties and turns some things into competitions. For example: pumpkin carving competitions on halloween. (Which Ghost always wins)

#i love you guys thank you for the support #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #mw2 #captain john price #captain price #cod mwii

[cowboysandpilots]

Secrets of a 30-Year-Old Flyboy — ch. 1

Fake Roonix, Secret Hangster | Words: 860 | Warnings: Blood, medical stuff, sickness

Something is wrong. Bradley knows it. He’s been up in the air enough to know the G-force from his jet should not make it feel like his insides are being ripped apart.

He should really have paid more attention to how he was feeling. The heat of his skin, the dull throb in his side, the way he threw up his dinner down the shower drain and couldn’t even stomach the thought of breakfast without his mouth filling with saliva again.

Jake, who knows Bradley’s coffee addiction all too well, should have picked up on the anomaly. Bradley turning down a cup, especially one made by Jake with his signature homemade caramel and excessive sugar, is a clear sign that something is amiss. They were running late that morning and had been reeling from a fight the night before, trying to find their footing again. It should be easy; they’ve fought enough to understand how the next day should go, but that was before they decided to try their hand at a real relationship. They can’t just move on now; they had to talk about it, something that neither of them was ready to do.

Jake brushes it off when Bradley rebuffs his coffee and doesn’t speak up when Bradley spends the drive to work with his forehead pressed to the cool glass of the window. He isn’t sure that Bradley would even give an honest answer if he asked. He had learned to live with Bradley’s secrets and repressed emotions. He doesn’t bring up the change to Maverick, either. The man had made it clear that he disapproved of their rivalry and didn’t want their personal problems being brought into work.

Bradley was fine; he could push past this. He must have just twinged a muscle in his side while he was working out or turned the wrong way while he was spotting his wingman during a previous drill; it was a hazard of the job. The take-off was anything but routine, and he was glad that his comms were closed so the squad couldn’t hear the way he yelled through his gritted teeth. He just had to make it through this drill; it was the only thing running through his head. “Make it through this hop, and you can land” was almost like a mantra. Unfortunately for Bradley, that mantra didn’t keep away the vomit-inducing dizziness that came with each move of his jet. One overly sharp pain cost Bradley his concentration, and his plane dipped. He hoped no one would notice it, but of course, one person would.

The reason why they work so well, at least their sex works so well, is because Jake can pick up on every little thing about Bradley. He notices little details about everyone, not just Bradley, and that’s why he has no problem being the group’s pariah. It was so much easier to fade into the background where no one even knew he was listening or watching.

At this point, the pain was unbearable, and Bradley was sweating through his flight suit; he could feel his sweat dripping down his face and into his mask. His whole body hurt; even his head was pounding. Still, he doesn’t lift his hand to remove the mouthpiece. Instead, he flips his comms open and as normally as he can- which is not very normal at all- he requests a landing to Maverick. He doesn't even know why he asks permission, protocol, he guesses, because, with the man's bad mood, there's no way he's going to give permission for Bradley to cut out early.

Putting the planes through their paces and the pilots was not the most exhilarating thing they could be doing. A good portion of it was muscle memory, but Jake still found it kind of liberating not to worry about where someone else was. Just be able to fly and not constantly twist his seat to see if another pilot is about to take him out in a dogfight. He was so relaxed and in the zone that he was caught off guard when Bradley’s voice came through the comms. Jake frowns at the roughness in Bradley’s voice, warning bells going off in his head.

“Unless there is something wrong with you or your plane, that’s a negative Rooster,” Mav responds, voice tight.

Bradley does not want to do this. No matter how many times he's choked or failed in his career, he's never willfully packed it in. He's never admitted that he can't be in the air... until today.

"Me." He actually admits. "There's something wrong with me." His breaths come out harsh and painful, just trying to keep his eyes open. He doesn't wait for any further permission before he jerks back to the runway to make a landing. He pushes open his canopy and makes it exactly two steps on shaky legs before he feels the bile rise in his throat again. What comes out of his mouth isn't puke or yet another dry heave but blood; it's thick, dark blood that coats his chin, the front of his uniform and the tarmac beneath him before he promptly succumbs to the pain and falls to his knees losing consciousness right there.

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#hangster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #tgm #top gun: maverick #sereshaw #hangster fanfiction #hangster fic #rooster x hangman #icemav #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #my writing

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: The Smiling Critters (or "Smiling Buddies")

Please refer to the below post as well:

(Attached link is for both halves of the art, designed by togebora)

A colourful band of friends, these are who you may (or may not) know as the Smiling Critters! Well, they are different in the IAB! continuity than you may know them in Poppy Playtime, especially over in Dimension MP-2021, where their roles are most prominent.

In this universe, they are NOT fictional characters from a TV show or toy lineup, but they are instead real characters in-universe who co-exist alongside everyone else in MP-2021. As it happened, all eight had applied for Bumper High School at the beginning of One More Hero and were getting ready to study alongside OMT!Tails and the ApocalypseTitan kid characters.

Daylight the Pup (DogDay)

The leader of the friend group and one of the most optimistic of the eight. He's shown to be very loyal to his friends, and he's one of the first OMT!Tails passes by on the open week at the school.

Bubba the Elephant (Bubba Bubbaphant)

The blue elephant member and one of the top students in classes, up there with OMT!Tails (mainly in math and science) and Max Cartwright. He's naturally smart and has a really good memory for things, and he's sometimes about to keep check on the below-mentioned petition and see how it's coming along.

Kickroyale the Chicken (Kickin' Chicken)

The yellow chicken member who is full of radical attitude for those around him and can be pretty smug about stuff. Though it does cause trouble on occasion for those around him, he's still got a good heart, and he's a bit of a softie deep down. Though he is the "cool kid" of his gang, he is pretty prone to fear, and is open to asking others for help if he really needs it.

As it happens, in One More Hero, he's the first to come to OMT!Tails and Bobby's aid when Benny starts bullying them for the heck of it (and even had the gall to mock Bobby's all-loving status), and he kept his trap shut when Richard attacked the school in More than One Universe to avoid being noticed.

Picky Patch the Pig (PickyPiggy)

The pink pig member and the big eater of the bunch. Contrary to her name, she isn't picky, but she enjoys lunchtimes at school and usually picks something filling and healthy to have for her daily meals. Of course, she can be picky about trying light snacks or fast foods, due to not wanting to be unhealthy in her life.

Picky is also one of the most optimistic and level-headed in the group, and is there to calm the others down if things are getting out of hand. And out of the goodness in her heart, when she heard that OMT!Tails was off sick, she shared some apples she had picked from an orchard for him to enjoy.

Hoppy Scotch the Bunny (Hoppy Hopscotch)

The green rabbit member and the most excitable of the bunch. She gives a lot of enthusiasm to friends around her, though can come off as loud or impatient sometimes because of this, so she does make time to slow down for her friends.

Of the bunch, she was one of the bigger fans of OMT!Sonic when he was still alive, and aspired to be able to run fast like him, hence her decision to ask OMT!Tails to give running or hopping a shot with her whenever they got the chance to hang out.

Crafty "CraftyCorn" Canvas the Unicorn

The white, yet colourful, unicorn member and one of the more shy members. She is shy around meeting new people, but especially enjoys art and the vast wonders it can create. As an aspiring artist, she finds it very important to share the art she creates with others and finding beauty in pretty much anything around her.

She's the Smiling Buddy who has the most influence in points of One More Hero's plot, as she had heard about the rising prevalence of AI in art theft and disliked the idea, so she enlisted OMT!Tails's help to go and get people to sign her petition to make AI art outright illegal in Dimension MP-2021.

OMT!Tails did find some difficulty in getting all the required signatures at first, but when the alternate crew from the Blur Gang came along, that's when he made excellent progress, and he handed the finished petition back to Crafty at the end of the story for her to put forward. She even painted a picture of him (including one with his nano-suit) and sent it to him as a thank you for what he did.

Bobby Hugster the Bear (Bobby Bearhug)

The young red bear member and the all-loving part of the gang. She's a young girl who shows love and compassion for pretty much anybody, no matter who they are. However, this all-loving status doesn't come without its flaws, as it leaves her vulnerable to bullying, which she wouldn't have made it through if not for people like OMT!Tails and Kickroyale having her back.

In One More Hero, she's the first to see how nervous Tails is about settling into his new school in those next six months, and offers him some starting companionship while he gets to grips with the place. And once she heard about what went down with Uma, she's the first to comfort OMT!Tails once he returns to the school dorms, knowing just how difficult it must be for him to cope with.

Of course, thanks to her being there whilst OMT!Tails was being comforted by the Blur Gang, it meant she also got caught up in the crazy hide-and-seek when Danny entered the room, and then pinned in the room with OMT!Tails when the Blur Gang headed out to shut down Eggman Nega's invention themselves, though she was freed once Tails got his heroic second wind.

Naksh the Cat (CatNap)

The last member of the Smiling Buddies, and arguably the one who's changed THE MOST from his original counterpart. He's not constantly sleepy, but he is selectively mute and hasn't smiled a lot, even when with his friends. He had a rough home life and finds comfort in being around people who genuinely get it.

He does show up to help comfort OMT!Tails after Uma is hospitalised, though due to being more nervous, he doesn't stick around after the Blur Gang arrive at his dorm, though does show fascination when he witnesses proof of the multiverse from them.

Through this knowledge, he saw about his portrayals from Playtime Co. and the horrors of the factory, and isn't afraid to show his dislike for BOTH portrayals, feeling they don't capture who he really is at all.

And in general...

Each of them enjoy being around OMT!Tails and have all supported him from the sidelines in his quest to protect Mobius from destruction at the hands of crazed villains. Though their roles are not as major as anyone from the Blur Gang, Quill Society or rogues gallery, they all still make sure to do their part where it counts.

Small Note

For all you Poppy Playtime fans that saw this post and liked it, welcome to my blog, where I post stuff related to a story based on Spider-Verse, but with hedgehogs, foxes and other characters from the Sonic multiverse. Be sure to stick around here to see more!

And as a side-note to you guys, the Smiling Critters (who I'll admit are my personal favourites from the game) are going to be the ONLY representation of Poppy Playtime in ALL of IAB!. That means the rest of the characters are absent in Dimension MP-2021 outright.

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #poppy playtime #smiling critters

[bambikisss]

Daddy's 95

-> You were a successful underground street racer with an annoying past. He was an up-and-comer who wanted to prove himself and get the hot girl’s number.

STREETRACER!JUNGKOOK X STREETRACER!READER

Smut warnings: slight spit, unprotected sex, mentions of squirting, sight exhibition, car sex

Story mentions: mentions of a sex tape, leaked sex tape

SONG: CHASE ATLANTIC - FRIENDS

Who doesn’t love a good bet? If you win, you’ll get my car. If I win, I get your number.

You were always up for any sort of rush. You basically lived off the high chases gave you and the confrontations that would sometimes follow. So, it wasn't anything new when you decided to join your friend one night going to an underground club. You enjoyed how different it felt; the neon lights were so alluring and the music and drinks were actually good. You sometimes go back.

You both had just grabbed your 5th drink from the bartender when the DJ announced that the club would host an after-party in an abandoned parking garage half across town. The room erupted into cheers as the DJ continued his set, bodies moving against each other to the beats that poured out from the speakers. You noticed some people making their way out and to their vehicles, probably on their way to the "after-party." You asked your friend if they wanted to go with you and he rejected the idea, saying he wanted to go home. You didn't push him any further, going to your separate cars, driving in separate directions. You wanted to see what kind of party would happen at a parking garage and why everyone was so excited about it. You were soon able to see the answers to both questions.

You pulled up to a very tall parking garage with a large field next to it, filled with people's cars that blared music. You moved to park in it, getting out to notice how the road was marked with numbers like you had seen at a race track. You turned to see a bright green light fill up the garage, people cheering as a man walked out from the entrance, a mic in his hand. He wore an ugly Leppard print coat and bright green sunglasses. He looked like someone's dad that was trying to be cool.

"Ladies and Gentleman. We have a very special race tonight and I advise that everyone moves their cars from the street before they get ran over and get comfortable!"

The cheers sounded like the man was a singer at a concert, everyone doing as they were told immediately. You leaned against your car as you watched five cars roll up to the numbered lines, each in different colors. You raised an eyebrow as the men blared music from their cars, bopping their heads to the beat as a woman walked up to stand in front of them, her outfit something out of a rave closet.

She held up a bright green flag, the racers all revving their engines as waited for the queue to start, speeding off when the woman dropped it. The cars moved at record speeds as the crowd cheered, excited to see the cars move around the roads and battle for number one. You noticed a silver tray being moved around as well, showing you what else they were racing for. You held the tray as one car moved across the line, showing that they were the winner as the other cars tried to catch up with him but ultimately failed. You watched as one racer got out of his car, slamming the door shut as he laughed and joked with the other racers. You admired how they all kept their cools and were at least respectful to each other's faces. The crowd also cheered, then went back to dancing to the loud music, the racers moving their cars to either rejoin the party or leave for the night.

"Is that for me?"

You turned to face the winner, who eyes the silver tin filled with cash that you held. You handed it to him, stuffing your hands in your pockets as he whistled, counting the cash as he leaned against your car. He obviously felt cocky and comfortable around you, leaning forward to tuck a 100-dollar bill into your cleavage, along with his number. You rolled your eyes at his poor attempt at flirting, feeling the need to hand both back to him and drive off.

But you didn't.

You texted him the night after and met up for dinner at some diner. He was sweet and had some great jokes, but he was always flirting with you and sometimes other women, even in front of you. You would tell him to stop constantly but he thought it wasn't a problem. You didn't know why, but it wasn't a deal breaker for you. You relished in his sweet moments, like when he taught you how to race and was there when you won your first race. He would buy you flowers, dinner, and alcohol whenever you won, calling you his baby. You would smile as he kissed you when he dropped you off at the door, then smile when you let him in for the night, then smiled when he helped you remove your clothes when you both had sex with one another for the first time.

Then that smile faded when Naeun told you that he had shown the video of you two having sex in his group chat with the other racers.

You remember wanting to run him over when you arrived later that night at the complex, slapping him clean across the face as he held his arms out to you saying mockingly "Come to daddy." You found him repulsive in that moment, wanting nothing more than to drag him into the depths of hell to rot forever, which you intended to do. You challenged him to a race, everyone slowly surrounding the two of you as he scoffed, leaning forward to try and intimidate you, accepting with a grin on his face. Before he could walk away though, you yelled out the stipulation: If you won, he had to leave the area and you got his car. If he won, you would move and he would get to keep the video and your car. His ego that you hadn't noticed before showed as he nonchalantly accepted it, making you smirk as you walked back to your car.

Now, to say you whooped his ass would be an understatement.

The saying the student has passed the teacher came to your mind as you parked your car, smirking as he also got out of his own car. He didn't hold the same aura that he held whenever he showed up, everyone silent in shock as you held your hand out for his phone like a parent, making sure to delete the video from anywhere on his device and drive before tossing his phone back to him, catching his keys that he tossed to you in return. You made sure to check with Naeun the next day that he moved and she confirmed it. She drove by his apartment building and saw him packing up his everyday car before driving away. Rumor had it that he was moving somewhere in California where he had other driving opportunities. You didn't care, though, smirking as you looked over your new cars.

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New up-and-comers were always welcome to challenge you for your top spot, which many did. They came with a stick up their ass and something to prove, reminding you of your ex. You would always beat them, though, watching as they complained that there was some way you were cheating because there was no way a woman could be at the top of the underground racing scene of your area. You would always scoff at their comments before holding up your keys as you locked the car that you beat them with, smirking as you made your way to join the party.

Tonight had been no different.

You were leaning against your newly painted car talking to some of your friends when you noticed a new car pull up next to yours. It was an expensive model with LED light strips along the bottom, making you raise an eyebrow. You didn't know anyone with so much money would want to an underground party. You watched as the car door opened, showing a tall man getting out; a full sleeve tattoo on one of his arms and some on his hand, a fresh-looking lip and eyebrow piercing, and jet black hair. He was greeted by one of the crewmen, the man handing the tattooed man a red solo cup with a bro hug to go with it before leading him over to where you stood.

"Y/N, I want you to meet Jungkook. He is one of the best up-and-comers in the area"

You turned to face Jungkook as he eyed your outfit, his tongue coming out to play with his lip piercing before his tattooed hand came to remove his sunglasses, his eyes meeting yours. "I beat your ex." You scoffed at how cocky he sounded, the crewman leaving the two of you to talk. "Okay and? I beat him too and so have many other people. If that's all that you bring to the table, then you aren't good enough."

Jungkook noticed the venom in your voice, taking a sip of whatever drink he had in his cup before stalking over closer to you, leaning against your car on his hip. "I've beaten other people besides him, Y/N. Just so you know, he still insist that you called him-" "Daddy? Yeah, I know. Bet you he isn't talking about how he was the one who taught me how to drive and then I smoked his ass. That was the reason he moved." Jungkook let out a low whistle making you laugh softly. "You sound so badass, Y/N. Your boyfriend is lucky," he complimented as you took another sip of your drink, rolling your eyes as you felt the burn of the alcohol move down your throat. "Don't have one. Haven't dated anyone since his dumbass." You could see out the corner of your eye Jungkook straighten up, your hand coming up to stop him before he could say anything, seeing where the conversation was going. "No, that does not mean you can try and hit on me." You watched as he returned to leaning on his hip, taking another sip of his drink to battle the heat flooding his cheeks.

"Well, if I can't hit on you can I ask you something else then?" You raised an eyebrow, your silence letting him know he could go ahead and ask. "Help me refine my racing skills." You felt your lip twinge with annoyance as you sat up from your car, tossing your now empty cup into a nearby trashcan. You had been asked that same question all the time by other racers, always turning them down as you didn't want to go down the route of spending so much time with someone one on one.

"Please, Y/N. No strings attached, no feelings involved if that's what you're so worried about." You turned to Jungkook, who now had his hands in his pockets and a hopeful and determined look in his eyes. You couldn't tell why you felt different about him and how he was looking at you; maybe because you liked the idea that he beat your ex, maybe it was because of how attractive he looked.

You rolled your eyes as you sighed, flicking his forehead. "I'll take this as a yes," he winked before making his way over to his car to leave, you yelling that he needed your Instagram so you could be in contact with each other, only for him to yell that the crewman from earlier gave it to him before driving away. You turned to face said crewman, who had a sheepish grin on his face as he offered you another cup of alcohol. "You'll thank me later," he smiled before rushing away before you could dump the cup onto his head, following him into the crowd of people.

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Jungkook surprisingly learned fast from you, knawing on his bottom lip ring whenever you instructed him on anything. He eyed you with no shame whenever you bent over to check on his car's engine or to pick up anything. He also flirted with you whenever he could, calling you "babe" or "babygirl." You always rolled your eyes whenever he did, but you didn't stop him. You actually liked the way the nickname sounded coming from his lips, sometimes flirting back to make him blush and stumble over his words.

You had given him a night off from training as you wanted to check out a party crosstown. You had just put on your outfit when you got a text from Jungkook.

JK: Up for a race? ;)

You raised an eyebrow at his text, leaning against your makeup table as you reminded him that you had given him the night off. He responded immediately that he remembered, but he wanted to race you. He had mentioned a few times since you started training him that he wanted to race you one of these days, but you ignored it.

You: JungKook. I wanna go party as I haven't gone in a few weeks because I've been stuck training your ass.

JK: I know, baby, but please this one time? Meet me at Pentax race track

You tried texting him that you didn't want to go, but he didn't respond. You took it as a sign that he was still expecting you to go, sighing as you grabbed your racing car keys.

There goes your Friday night party.

You arrived at the race track within an hour, complaining loudly to JungKook as you got out of your car, walking up to him, stopping when he turned around. He wore a black tight muscle shirt showing his tattoos, his hair slicked back with sunglasses on top, and combat pants with boots. To you, he looked hot. To him, you looked hot.

You both eyed one another for a few moments in silence before you broke the silence, afraid that if you both kept staring at one another, you'd end up in his backseat on your knees with his dick in your mouth.

"So, you wanted me to come here why?" Jungkook smirked at the familiar annoyance in your voice, leaning forward to whisper into your ear. "We're gonna race."

"You think you're good enough to beat me now, huh?" You whispered back into his ear, Jungkook's hands moving down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against his chest. He leaned back so you could see his face, his tongue moving to flick his lip ring once more before nodding. "And why should I?" you tried to hold onto your self-control, your hands moving to grip the top of his shoulders to steady yourself. "Who doesn’t love a good bet? If you win, you’ll get my car. If I win, I get your number." You furrowed your brows in confusion as he laughed. "You made me skip a party for my number?"

"Yep. At least if you beat me, you get my car," You tilted your head to eye his expensive car. You loved how expensive it looked and even though the outside of the car was pitch black, the inside was filled with LED lights and other car enhancements. You had only dreamed about making a car like that or even one day winning enough money to buy one.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt his breath on your neck, his hands moving up your body slowly. "Do you accept?" he whispered, his hands leaving your body as he reached into his pocket to pull out his car keys, playing with him in between his fingers with a smug smirk on his face. You were now a mixture of hot and bothered and competitive, the feeling you had being a dangerous rush of emotions. You now mirrored his smirk, only walking back to your car, making sure to swing your hips before climbing in, revving your engine before you decided to cheat, speeding down the parking lot before turning into the parking garage that led to the racetrack. Jungkook scoffed as you sped off, taking his time as he got into his car, giving you a head start before speeding off after you. You smirked as you listened to the mixture of your music and the sound of JungKook's car racing after you, making your way dangerously through the parking garage before you exited it, rushing to turn onto the track, making your way around the track as Jungkook sped up to catch up with you, being on your tail. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," you bit your bottom lip as you sped up, roughly turning as he did the same, following your every move closely. You gripped the wheel as you noticed the end in sight, your body urging you on to win. Before you could celebrate your win early, you noticed him pulling up close to you, being side by side with you as you both passed over the finish line. You cursed as you both stopped your cars, your head resting against your wheel as you tried to catch your breath.

You didn't know why you were surprised that you both tied for first; you not only taught him but he was just as competitive as you were.

You opened your car door to get out and face JungKook, who was complaining to the night air about how he should've won. You watched him in silence for a few moments before walking up to him, Jungkook stopping mid-rant to challenge you to a round two, your lips cutting him off in a rough kiss, your hands going into his hair while his hands moved to grip your hips. You both kissed each other messily, Jungkook pinning you against the side of his car as his hand moved to press against your covered pussy with his thigh. You sighed as your hips moved against his thigh, Jungkook smirking against your lips. "You look so fucking sexy when you race, Y/N." He moved to bite your neck, your hips speeding up as you felt your body heat up more at his confession. You moved your hips and let him tend to your neck for a bit longer before shoving him off of you, climbing into his passenger seat as he followed, letting your seat recline back fully before kissing you again, removing your shirt and pants quickly, your lips only separating when he removed his and your shirt, then bra.

"Look at me, Y/N" He moaned, rolling his boxer-covered hips to meet yours, his tattooed hand coming up to grip your jaw making you stare into his eyes. He loved how obedient you looked, used to seeing you so in control. He pressed against the hollow of your cheeks, making you open your mouth before he spits into your mouth, his tongue immediately moving against yours as he kissed you, swirling the spit around to mingle with your own. He had you so horny that you whined loudly when he slipped his hand into your underwear, Jungkook shushing you as he ripped off your underwear, tossing it to meet with the other clothes as he removed his own. "Who won tonight?" he asked, his tattooed hand once again gripping your jaw to make you stare at him, his hips rutting into yours whenever you gave him the wrong answer. "If you cum before you give me the right answer, I stop right fucking now and you can go to the party and like the filthy slut you are, you can go find someone to fuck you" he growled into your ear, making you whine louder. You had told him about your adventures in clubs and parties during a random conversation, Jungkook finding himself jealous of everyone you've ever fucked with. "Now, who won, slut?"

"You did." you gasped as he pulled off his underwear, his cock slapping against your pussy. He smirked as you tried to put him inside of you, Jungkook slapping your hand away. "That's right, slut. Now, who deserves to get fucked tonight?" Before you could respond, he pushed into you fully, giving you no time to adjust as he moved his hips fast. He looked down at your wriggling body, his hand moving to press down on your lower stomach, moaning when he felt his cock move inside of you. You felt delirious, your nails digging into his shoulders as his hips pounded into you. He leaned down to wrap his lips around your nipple, looking up at you as he moved. He thought you were better than any porno or girl he had ever slept with, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sucked on your nipple, picking you up to let you wrap your arms around his neck as he pounded up into you.

You couldn't think straight as the sound of him pounding into you filled up the car, your mixed gasps, and moans filling up the space as you screamed that you were about to cum. Jungkook moved to leave marks along your shoulders, not letting stopping until you came hard, your nails digging harshly into him as you tossed your head back against the window, Jungkok pulling out immediately to roughly shove fingers into you, smirking when you squirted harshly, Jungkook delivering a few slaps to your pussy as you wet his lap and his passenger seat, then used your cum as lube to help him jerk off, coming on your lap and stomach, biting your shoulder as he moaned loudly.

You both held one another as you tried to catch your breaths, your bodies both shaking as you gently kissed one another. He waited until you calmed down before helping you get dressed, doing the same for himself before getting out of the car, Jungkook grabbing car seat cleaner from his trunk before cleaning his seat, making you kick his leg jokingly. When he returned to you after putting the cleaner solution back, you were placing your number into his phone. He smirked, his arm wrapping around you. "So, I finally beat you, huh?'' your smile faded quickly as you shoved him, about to walk away when he grabbed your wrist, stopping you by grabbing your wrist gently, pulling you into a kiss. It was softer than the other ones, your hands intertwining as you both swung your combined hands together. You pulled back to breathe, Jungkook kissing your hand. "I would like to say that I make the best omelets," you told him, smirking when he began laughing. "Are you offering to make me breakfast tomorrow morning?" You nodded, pulling him close so he was pressed firmly against your body. "All you have to do is stay the night with me and at least break one leg of my bedframe" you giggled, Jungkook's competitive eyes returning to his eyes as he nodded, his hip bumping yours. "I can do that" You winked before making your way back to your own car, Jungkook texting you as you pulled up to the red light outside the track.

JK: I'll teach you tomorrow how to clean the car before I hand it off to you.

You smirked at the message, looking forward to the night ahead and the future after.

#bts #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts reactions #bts jin #bts movie #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bangtan #jimin #namjoon #run bts #seokjin #jeon jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #taehyung #jungkook bts #park jimin

[soullessjack]

i think one of the other autistic aspects in jacks character that’s like a little hard to see unless you’re also autistic, because it’s more of a common experience than a visible trait, is the sensitivity he has to people perceiving him as “different.” like, yes he actively wants to be strong and protect people and embrace his powers/what he is for a good purpose, and he even likes to show off and impress or entertain people with them. yes he’s well aware of his capabilities + Most Powerful Being status and literally weaponizes it against their enemies, but then at the same time he’s extremely uncomfortable when people regard him as “different” or dangerous, despite him knowing and owning that in other areas.

when mrs butters says that sam and dean should be afraid of jack bc of how insanely powerful he’s become, he never argues against his power level, only that he’d never hurt them; again, he knows his strength and uses it against various enemies even proudly sometimes. a large part of his character is just grappling with what he is and accepting that, which in turn ties into using it for Good to fight the Evil that’s supposed to be inherent to it. au bobby almost has him thrown out of the camp because he’s a “half breed” who will “inevitably” turn on the humans there because of it, and later on rationalizes that jack must be fully evil now because without his human side (a literal biological aspect that can’t be taken away), all that’s left is Lucifer. jack is essentially feared for being half-angel and looked down on for being half-human, for literally being a lesser human being because his other heritage isn’t human.

while jack obviously embraces their human heritage more, they do also make some effort to accept their angelic heritage for what it lets him do. suffice it to say, “this is who i am and I can’t change it but I can do something with it.” so then, when people view him as something weird or dangerous or simply different, when they see him negatively while he’s actively struggling to make positives out of it, he doesn’t deal with it very well. he strives to be “normal,” while still maintaining the protective role he’s able to fill specifically because he isn’t normal.

and for me, the autistic parallel lies in that directly. the more I’m realizing about myself and my autistic identity, the more I’m able to understand myself and embrace it—and even though my family jokes here and there, they also embrace me and help me feel more comfortable and confident in who I am. but it still feels like almost every day, I’m going through loving myself, messing up because I’m autistic, hating that I’m autistic and stuck like this forever, and learning to love myself again despite my faults. wash rinse repeat. as I become an adult and have increasing responsibility and pressure that I’m unable to take on because I’m autistic, I resent that the world isn’t built for me; that it actively hates and mocks me. countless tiktok core-core videos about how I am fundamentally a lesser human being or not even human to allistics, just because I am autistic. I flip back and forth all the time between “I hate being autistic because I struggle like this and I’ll never stop struggling” and “I love being autistic and I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t but I hate how difficult the world is because of it.”

and honestly both can be true; I don’t enjoy the executive dysfunction and exhaustion I’d deal with even in an ideal non-ableist society, but I enjoy being able to have special interests and experience certain things in a unique way. and conversely, jack likes being able to protect their loved ones and do cool tricks with their angel powers, but they don’t like being rejected or othered by everyone else because he’s half-angel. self acceptance is incredibly difficult to maintain when you aren’t outwardly accepted, and it’s even worse when you’re actively rejected—which true for anyone, but especially in the autistic experience. and again, even if the world was accepting of autistic people, I would still probably struggle to accept myself personally because of the ways it disables me. in that same way, even tho jack is (mostly) surrounded by people who accept him as he is and are equally as weird or “monstrous,” he still feels ostensibly Different from them and is actively othered from them by heaven and hell and dean in 15x18 arguing about his True Place.

another layer of this is that, even jack’s supportive accepting equally-weird family has their moments of othering him without meaning to; he is fundamentally dangerous [against his will], and they’re not being unreasonable when they’re afraid. i think dean even frames it as, “we aren’t afraid of you, we’re afraid of what you can do to other people,” which means to separate jack’s inherent dangerousness from their personhood, when jack so easily conflates the two (and even that itself can be seen as separating your symptoms/behaviors from your personhood).

a lot of dadstiel ppl might be mad at this, but even cas has the tendency to impose Jack’s value with the paradisal destiny Kelly told him about, despite also saying that Jack only needs to be himself to be loved. neither his or Kelly’s love are conditional on that basis, but it inadvertently created a standard for jack to hold themself to and is part of the reason he seeks to make Something Good out of what he’s been taught is Inherently Bad. he’s expected to succeed and actively wants to, but because their natural tendencies for retaliation or anger or impulsivity (things they view as inherently evil in them), as well as their lack of total control, causes jack to falter in fully succeeding and ergo, continue the struggle to love himself on the basis of meeting cas and kelly’s accidental standard.

it’s not their fault and it isn’t Jack’s fault either, because it’s all fundamentally a matter of genetics and circumstance, but it’s obvious to anyone alive that’s ever struggled with self consciousness and esteem that it’s hard to love yourself when the love you receive from others seemingly falters in a specific area, because then you fixate on the area where their love falters and you either strive to fix it or spiral into a crisis that there will always be some aspect of you that isn’t lovable.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#spn #spn analysis #supernatural #jack kline #autistic jack kline #autistic characters #autism coded #autistic experiences #autism posting #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #tfw 2.0 #dadstiel #cas and jack #kelly kline #liek … He means so so so so so so so so much to me I’m gonna throw up #he’s literally peak autism representation in almost every way and it’s literally not even on purpose . it just IS #autism transcending the narrative …

[rain-ghoul-appreciator]

ok ive the brain was braining and i have ended up with headcannons on how the ghouls died and all the lovely shit

(tagging @ominousposting cause our ideas r so similar its kinda scary) ((super telepathy magic right here kids)) (((cause im like 98% sure ive never seen they're ghoul lore posts before this so i dont really wanna say i got inspo from them but yea its cool we're cool everything is cool 🫶🫶)))

under the cut and obv tw for death, murder, overdose, disease, drowning, fire, suicide, car accidents and poison (wow thats a lot)

phantom

died in 2010 from a car crash

will not get in a car no matter how empty the roads are

was only 17 when he died

youngest ghoul in the band (death year wise)

has all the humor from the 2000s still and it drives everyone absolutely nuts (inspired this post)

aurora

died in 1925 from accidental poisoning

was one of the flapper girls and was from a fairly wealthy family

was 24 when she was accidentally poisoned by a drink that was meant for someone else

3rd oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

still absolutely loves 1920s fashion and experiments with it by adding current trends and basically becoming the fashionista of all time

cumulus

murdered in 1953 by her husband

queen in the kitchen then, queen in the kitchen now (like seriously she can make anything and everything and its kinda scary cause how tf does she do it)

was 33 when she died cause her husband thought that she was to old and not good enough for him anymore (fuck this random guy)

4th oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

found some of her old cook books from before she died and makes nice little homecooked meals for all the ghouls every sunday because it makes her happy seeing all of them happy

rain

died in 2003 from suicide

emo kid emo kid emo kid (that kid was mcr's second fan) ((frank iero was the first obviously)) (((but he was second)))

was 15 when he killed himself, his parents were devastated

2nd youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

was absolutely stoked to find out that mcr was one of the biggest emo bands and influenced so many other bands (he almost passed out listening to music again for the first time)

mountain

died in his sleep from a disease in 1979

was the kindest guy ever but when he got sick everyone kinda avoided him cause they didn't want to get sick and felt bad seeing him like that

was 27 when he died and his whole neighborhood wished they could have done something more

5th oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

was really excited when he was introduced to the greenhouse for the first time because his room was always filled with plants before he died and it felt like his own little piece of home

sunshine

died 1995 from breast cancer

was very lonely because she spent most of her prime socializing years in a hospital bed

eventually died at 29 and was happy when she did

3rd youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

purposefully grows out her hair really long so she can cut it and donate it to make wigs for people with cancer cause she wants to help ppl be more confident with themselves and not end up like she did

dewdrop

died in 1991 from drowning

never really learned how to swim because he lived in the middle of a desert where there was no water so he felt like he didn't have to worry

was 25 when a friend pushed him off a boat as a joke and he was never able to get back up

4th youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

even though the element switch hurt like a bitch and ripped a whole piece of himself out, he felt somewhat relieved because the lingering fear of water was no longer plaguing his mind

aether

died in 1864 from a house fire

had 2 kids and a wife and they lived out in the country side in the middle of no where

was 38 when the house caught fire and he died saving his family from the flames

2nd oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

was still so incredibly british when he was summoned that dew had a heart attack when he started talking

cirrus

died in 1798 after being murdered by an angry mob

was a major activist for womens rights and had her own little rebellion against all the stupid expectations set for women back then

was 32 when an angry mov finally snuffed her out and killed her along with the rest of her little rebellion

oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

is still a hige advocate for women's rights and has to try not to laugh when someone says that she looks like/acts like herself before death (cause they obv dont know thats her lmao she cracks up everytime)

swiss

died in 1981 from a drug overdose

was an addict and wanted to stop but he couldn't afford getting help and his family didn't want to be associated with him so he was kinda on his own

overdosed at age 35 because he couldn't live like this anymore so death was the only option that he believed was available

5th youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

refuses to do any other drug than weed because he is still so extremely paranoid about becoming an addict again or accidentally overdosing

#i lost my train of thought like halfway through this but bada bing bada boom we're here now #shitghosting #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #headcanons #they are all very special to me your honor #vyaps

[soulmate-game]

Chapter 6

(Yes, Marinette and Damian disconnected Audio only before they went to her hotel, so no Tikki reveal sorry!)

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Back at the Batcave, Robin was the first to change, sit through debrief, and go to sleep. Nobody questioned him, knowing full well his motives. The other vigilantes however, despite being back in their civvies, were not so quick to end the night.

“You all heard that, right?” Jason asked. Oracle, also known as Barbara Gordon, rolled her eyes. She backed up in her wheelchair and turned to face everyone else.

“What, the part where Marinette made you coo when she essentially defended you and said she still thought of you as a good person?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I mean yeah, that part was pretty nice. But I’m talking about everything she said about Paris,” the man clarified, leaning back in a chair so that the front two legs lifted off the ground. “She was geared and ready to continue listing examples of Akumas. I doubt she even listed half of the ones that were centered around or targeting her. And having to go through all of her classmates becoming villains, even temporarily?” He shook his head. “That kinda shit doesn’t leave anybody unaffected.”

“Especially what she said about the mermaid monster Akuma,” Tim agreed, pulling up a story on the computer. “I’ve pulled up the reports from both the Ladyblog and the AkumaWatch app. They seem to agree on everything, so I think this was back when the Ladyblog was still reliable,” he pulled up a video taken by the girl who ran the Ladyblog, Alya Cesaire. Marinette’s former best friend and current classmate. The commentary was all in French, but Tim had went ahead and added quick English subtitles for everyone. The wonders of having a supercomputer. The video was taken from a high roof, and showed the water flowing so high that it completely covered most buildings. It would have definitely caused enough pressure to break open windows and fill those buildings on the inside too.

“Woah! It looks like they can transform!” The voice of the reporter said in French, pointing to the distance where two blues of red and black hopped onto a building. The girl zoomed in, her phone’s camera just barely able to show an out-of-focus Ladybug and Chat Noir with different patterns to their uniforms and fins. The cat-themed hero managed to pull an entire car, and as they soon sound out, temporary supervillain Syren, out of the water all on his own. “Aqua suits! That’s so cool!”

It was obvious, however, that the girl’s voice shook a bit. She kept the camera purposely pointed as high up as she could while still catching the heroes and the destruction of the possessed item on screen. There were blurred images all across the surface of the water, which the heroes knew to be censored bodies.

“Only a couple thousand out of two million Parisians survived, that’s what Marinette said,” Barbara breathed, eyes wide. “Seeing it like this really makes it all real,” she clenched her jaw. They all continued watching as what was simply dubbed as Ladybug’s Miracle swept through the city in a shockwave o ladybugs, and the water disappeared. They watched as Alya aimed the camera down and caught very alive people popping up in the streets or on top of cars, wherever they had been right before getting carried away by the vicious waves.

Every hero in the Cave saw people of all ages down there, shimmering back to life. From month-old babies to old men and women.

It was both wonderful and horrifying.

After the video ended, the entire cave was silent for a long moment. Jason was the one that spoke up, to no one's surprise.

“What the fuck?” He growled, no longer leaning back in his chair. Both of his fists were clenched. “This has been on the internet for almost three years! How did we not see this before? How did we never know?” He asked, to which nobody had an answer. But the Bat himself had a hand on his chin as he studied the freeze-frame that the video ended on. Chat Noir and Ladybug fist-bumping.

“Maybe,” Bruce said slowly, as if tasting the words. “It’s time one of us visits the Paris branch of Wayne Enterprises. Ladybug and Chat Noir have been protecting the city for almost four years, it’s likely they know something about why the news hasn’t spread,” he mused. “Meanwhile, I will look into the League records. I never heard about a supposed prank call from France, meaning another piece of the puzzle is there.”

“There’s a problem with that though,” Tim pointed out. “Paris is essentially being held emotionally hostage. Anyone we send will have to be extremely capable of pushing down their negative emotions or transforming them into something positive. The last thing Paris’s heroes need is a supervillain with years of combat experience. Besides that, HawkMoth can telepathically communicate with his Akumatized villains. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that he can read their minds.”

“So not only would Paris’s heroes have to fight someone much more experienced than them, but our identities would be exposed,” Dick completed the thought, arms crossed. “That rules out Jason or Damian for sure. Which of us would be the most capable of avoiding strong negative emotions?”

When the First Robin looked up, it was to a raised eyebrow from his adoptive father and three fingers pointing straight at him from his brothers and Barbara.

“We can set up a flight for you for the day after tomorrow,” Bruce said with a grin that seemed way too smug for Dick, who was still gaping at everyone in betrayal. “Ask for the time off, okay? I can smooth things over if you need me to.”

“Oh, come on!” Dick threw his hands up. “I can be broody and mean!”

He was thoroughly ignored as everyone left to sleep for the night.

“Guys! You know what, fine, Paris is a gorgeous city. It’ll be like a vacation! Oh my god I just proved them right.”

—*—*—*—*—*

That night in the Mindspace was… well, Marinette’s insomnia reared its head and she entered it around three AM to find a very unamused Robin waiting for her.

“Honestly?” He asked, gesturing to the Tv screen. “You couldn’t have put some of the work off for tomorrow?”

Suddenly Marinette was very glad she didn’t talk to Tikki while working on her dress. The little Kwami had passed right out after the stressful day they both had.

“I have trouble sleeping sometimes,” she admitted shyly, shifting from foot to foot. “Sewing helps me relax. I want to be a fashion designer,” she explained, letting a soft smile overtake her lips. “I’m actually making my own dress for the Wayne charity gala at the end of the month.”

Robin’s eyebrows shot up over his domino mask. Once again, he was in his normal pajamas besides the mask that he donned after entering the mindspace. “Really? That’s pretty ambitious,” he told her, eyes going back to the screen. Then again, the snippets that he saw on the screen looked incredibly well done. Marinette’s face twisted up a bit in apprehension.

“Maybe a little,” she conceded. “But I’ve designed for Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale. Even Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeois have asked for me to collaborate with them for a few pieces. Jagged and Clara commission me pretty often nowadays, and Jagged is a lot like an uncle to me now. I also design for local newscasters and other minor celebrities around town, and my best friend’s band Kitty Section,” She rambled, getting more passionate as she went. Robin actually found himself pretty impressed. The elder Agreste and Bourgeois both were notoriously hard to please names in the fashion industry, so to gain not just one but both of their attention and respect was a huge accomplishment.

“Perhaps I was incorrect then,” Robin amended. “With a portfolio like that, designing for the Gala is just the next small step up. I will look forward to seeing what you create,” he said honestly. His soulmate blinked, obviously caught off guard, before blushing furiously.

“Oh, uh, um, th-thank you!” She blinked again, the blush fading as she focused on the second meaning behind his words rather than just the flattery. “Wait, you’ll be at the gala?”

Robin had to hold back a smile. “It is a month away. I suspect by then you will have earned my identity. Soulmates tend to move faster than unbonded couples.”

Marinette gaped again. “Well. Uh. Thank you? I think. Wanna spar?”

It was Robin’s turn to be caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

“Do you want to spar?” She repeated, speaking at a normal pace instead of a tongue-twisting one. “Part of the reason it took so long to fall asleep is the adrenaline. It didn’t, uh, completely fade yet. And I’m still a little angry, but not enough to be dangerous in a spar.”

“I know,” Robin soothed, his calm tone a direct contrast to Marinette’s flustered rambling. “I felt the vibration when you were angry, both at GothCorp and on the roof when you punched the wall. You calmed down considerably fast, but the initial anger you felt at the woman lasted quite a while. It was very odd,” he tilted his head. “It left me very on edge. I cannot say I enjoyed it very much, but it was quite effective in getting the message across.”

Marinette laughed, nodding. Her own buzz of warning from Robin earlier had been very brief and low, barely a blip on her radar but enough to be felt. He had most likely just been upset for a moment. Marinette, on the other hand, had been burning up with her own fury.

“So, spar?” She asked again, smiling widely. “Maman says a good spar is one of the best ways to get to know a person,” she coaxed, leaning forward a bit. “Please?”

Robin snorted, standing up and stretching his arms. “You did not need to plead, I was about to accept either way. I could perhaps benefit from a new sparring partner.”

Marinette whooped, going to her half of the room. To her slight surprise, a new pink punching bag hung off to the side along with a few high bars for gymnastics. Taking a second, she turned to see that Robin’s own half of the mental world also had a few new additions. Weights, probably just for the familiarity of it, a few training dummies, and a punching bag of his own.

Neat! The girl thought excitedly, the last vestiges of anger draining away to be replaced by wonder. Soulbonds are so cool!

Shaking her head, she walked around to her sewing station and thought for a second. Her pajamas weren’t exactly a good outfit for a spar.

“Uh, how do we change clothes in here?” She asked, turning her head to look back at her soulmate. He, unsurprisingly, had already figured it out. The teen was now in exercise shorts and a perfectly fitting black tank top.

Marinette’s brain momentarily fizzled out.

Those arms! No, the legs! No, oh Kwami, I can see his abs. Shirts that tight should be illegal! Ohhh He has broad shoulders. Am I dead? I think I’m dead.

“Marinette? Are you listening?” The girl jumped, her object of torment suddenly standing with his arms crossed a few feet away.

“Huh? Oh yeah, totally. Just, uh, zoned out for a second.”

“Yeah,” he said with a raised eyebrow that just screamed disbelief. “I was saying that you simply imagine yourself in the outfit you wish to wear. This world is molded by our minds, after all.”

“Right. Easy. Got it,” Marinette nodded a little too fast, closing her eyes and imagining her usual exercise clothes. Black basketball shorts trimmed in red and a red tank top shone into existence, replacing her pink-and-white polka-dotted pajamas. Her hair, which was down from her taking out her pigtails before bed, was up in a messy bun on the back of her neck er head. Once down, she opened her eyes and gasped in joy. She turned to look at herself in the full length mirror next to her sewing station.

Behind her, she had unknowingly left her soulmate in a situation he was wholly unaccustomed to.

Perhaps I should have expected this, he thought sluggishly, feeling really caught off guard. His mind flashed to the memory of her punch splintering odd a few shards of solid brick. But her arms didn’t look that toned in her blouse earlier. Then again, she was wearing long sleeves, he had to stubbornly keep his eyes respectfully above the hips. He knew if he didn’t, his gaze would linger far too long on her muscular thighs. Turn away. You are being indecent he scolded himself, deciding to retreat to the sparring mat first.

After a second to recover from having caught Robin staring at her in the mirror— well, we ARE soulmates. It would be awkward if the attraction wasn’t mutual— Marinette joined him. Seeing as their bodies were not actually physical at the moment, they could skip stretching. Any hits they took would hurt momentarily to simulate the real world, but no actual damage would be taken.

“Ready?” She asked first, receiving a predatory grin in response.

“Are you?”

They both stood at the ready, their legs braced shoulder width apart and their arms tended but at the ready. To his shock, Marinette moved first.

The petite girl lunged, a very familiar high kick brushing uncomfortably close to Robin’s nose as he side-stepped the strike and attempted to grab her ankle. Marinette pulled her leg back too quickly, though, easily going right back into a defensive stance. Robin took the moment to get in close, aiming rapid punches at Marinette’s chest and torso. The girl proved to be just as flexible as she was strong, however, twisting around the wider strikes and batting away the ones she couldn’t avoid with her open palm. Each blocked punch sent a sharp sting through her hand, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she could not let even a single of his hits land.

The second Marinette saw an opening, she grabbed Robin’s bicep and heaved him over her hip. Instead of hitting the mat hard though, the seasoned vigilante tucked into a roll and popped right back up, leaping straight back at his soulmate. One of her punches glanced off his shoulder, forcing him to quickly recover his footing before he stumbled.

There’s that strength she showed earlier he noted. If that had been a direct hit, she might have dislocated my shoulder.

Robin leapt over Marinette’s head, slamming one knee up towards her back. The smaller teen was able to avoid a direct kit, but Robin’s knee still managed to clip right under her left rib cage. Instantly, she felt herself gasp for air. Mon dieu, that’s ridiculous! She thought, quickly hand-springing back to gain some distance as she caught her breath. My body gets a little sturdier outside the suit the longer I use the Ladybug Miraculous, but if he had hit me straight on I would have been down!

Both teen heroes were already slightly out of breath, staring at each other from opposite sides of the mat. They didn’t notice right away, but they each had the same breathless smile overtaking their face. They jumped back in towards each other at the same time.

Their spar was a flurry of punches and high-kicks, flips and ankle-swipes. They landed hits and got hit. Marinette got hit less often than Robin, purely due to her acrobatics and flexibility, but Robin’s tolerance for punishment was leagues (ha, bad joke) higher than Marinette’s. Even though he took more hits, he was in better shape than she was. Therefore, even though each of their strikes carried roughly the same force, it was clear Marinette was the one slowly losing ground. Marinette didn’t have her indestructible suit or enhanced abilities to help her out, at least not beyond what prolonged use of the Ladybug enhanced, but she was holding her own very well despite it.

It was almost twenty minutes —the mindspace making normal stamina levels irrelevant— before Marinette finally managed to grapple Robin and send them both tumbling onto the mat. They wrestled for a long moment, finding their physical strengths almost matched, before Robin finally managed to wrap his arm around Marinette’s throat and pin her legs with his own.

They were both gasping for breath by that point and, even though she lost, Marinette found herself laughing in glee. Robin’s grip loosened briefly before he completely let go, unwinding himself from her and standing up. He didn’t laugh like she did, but he was grinning widely and let out a few soft chuckles. He extended his hand down to his still-giggling soulmate, who grabbed on and allowed him to help her up.

“That was great!” She gushed. “I mean, sure, it stinks that I lost. But I’ll get you next time!”

“I fear you might not be wrong,” Robin admitted with another soft chuckle. “Not all of that was martial arts,” he said, clearly questioning her fighting style casually. Marinette rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

“Ah, yeah. I took gymnastics as a kid. And my friend Kagami has been trying to teach me how to fence, but I just end up using those movements in melee instead. I’m okay with a foil, but I’m nowhere near the best. Kagami says I’m a natural, but I think she’s just sparing my feelings. And, uh, the whole parkour thing I mentioned.”

“Right. Parkour,” Robin agreed with a nod that Marinette knew meant he didn’t believe her but wouldn’t push. For now.

Marinette’s lips slowly widened into a devilish grin. “Hey, do you play Ultimate Mecha Strike Five?” She asked slyly, and Robin narrowed his eyes through his mask.

“Why do I feel like agreeing would be a mistake?”

“That’s a yes!” Marinette cackled and dragged Robin over to his couch. “Come on, let’s play!”

Seeing as both of the were asleep and their other senses inaccessible through the Tv, it allowed them to load the game. Surprisingly enough, Robin actually put up a decent fight.

Unsurprisingly, Marinette still won. Five times in a row.

“Alright,” Robin put his controller down, glancing over at an all too smug Marinette, crossing his arms. “Let's recap; I’ve discovered the situation in Paris is bleaker than I thought, you are surprisingly strong for your frame, you are much better of a fighter than you let on, and you have a vengeful streak.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette cooed, her hand over her chest as she fluttered her eyelashes with false innocence. Robin just deadpanned at her. “I am completely innocent! An angel! I would never stoop to petty revenge over losing a spar!”

“Uh huh,” Robin said blandly. “Let’s revisit this argument when you decide to be more truthful, ‘Angel’.”

“Anytime, birdboy.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Thankfully, the next few days weren’t as hectic as the first twenty-four hours. Robin did have school and vigilante business to see to, so he and Marinette only met in their Mindspace for the rest of the week. Which wasn’t bad, even on nights when one or the other stayed up so late that they only had three or four hours in the mental world. Somehow, despite their brains remaining constantly active, the magic is the soulbond always left them more refreshed when they awoke than they would normally feel after that amount of sleep. And Marinette had her own things to do with her class, which included a brief (and very therapeutic) two-day visit to Metropolis since it wasn’t far away, to broaden the sights they could see. When they got back, they had one full rest day where they and a buddy could visit anywhere they wanted, provided they stayed within three blocks of the hotel and called to check in with Bustier every two hours.

The class, used to recovering from terrifying circumstances, had almost completely recovered (as much as could be expected, anyway) from their GothCorp nightmare by the time they returned from Metropolis. Lila had quietly thanked Marinette the day after the attempted robbery, but followed the thanks with a threat to never make her look weak again.

So, suffice to say, the liar was back to her usual tricks after the brief reprieve of the Metropolis visit as well. Milder than usual, sure, but still back to normal.

Meanwhile, Richard Grayson had seemingly spontaneously asked for vacation time in order to help his adoptive father out with company business in Paris. He landed in the City of Lights the same day that the Parisians got back into Gotham. He quickly realized that this trip would take more than just a few days. In fact it wasn’t until Friday, exactly one week after Damian had met his Soulmate, that Dick found the ability to track down the Parisian heroes.

Akuma alert sirens rang all around the city, confirming for the experienced hero that the natives had gotten accustomed to the constant havoc. Those who had been around since the beginning of the Akuma terror ran towards shelters with practiced speed.

It was the perfect distraction for Dick to change into Nightwing and take to the rooftops. Upon reaching the Eiffel Tower, the blue clad hero saw a bizarre scene. A male dressed in an aqua colored, snake-themed uniform and a petite female in a red, black, and gold uniform with a spiral down one leg were facing off against…

A… Giant… Cat lady...

Not even a giant half-cat person. She was a legitimate fifteen-foot tall old lady in classic Cat Lady attire. Knitted cat-embroidered shawl, cat-eared knitted beanie, a crochet needle that she was using to hypnotize cats and change their size and species. Her skin was bright orange with shiny silver tiger stripes, and her face had giant black glasses in the shape of a domino mask.

It was really, really weird. She had two twenty-foot panthers and a lion that was half the size of the Eiffel Tower growling at the two heroes who, surprisingly, didn’t look very affected at all by the fever dream they were facing. Smaller house cats were all slinking out of the nearby streets to ominously surround the two heroes, their eyes all glowing bright gold.

“You know, Chat would be making so many puns right now,” The red hero, Ryujo if Dick remembered correctly, mused as the two analyzed their options.

“He would also be making a lot of ‘family shouldn’t fight’ jokes,” the surprisingly zen male replied, flipping up and out of the way onto a nearby roof. “This should be easy, but I will provide backup if you need it.”

“Don’t worry Viperion, I got this,” Ryuko brushed off. “Water dragon!”

The hero turned into water before Nightwing’s eyes, swirling around the square. The water scared off the smaller cats, and the lion recoiled slightly, but it and the panthers lunged anyway, trying to catch the stream of water. The floating river easily avoided every strike, winding around the old lady’s crochet needle when they weren’t looking and snapping it in half.

A purple butterfly, exactly like those Dick had seen in the videos he and the others watched as research and exactly how Marinette had described them, fluttered out of the broken object. A quick flash of yellow darted onto the scene, a bee-themed woman carrying an ornate pot with Chinese engravings on it flew over and trapped the butterfly in the pot.

“There!” She said triumphantly, smiling wide. The crazy cat woman faded away, shrinking down into a cute little, completely normal, old lady with her gray hair in a high bun.

“Oh dear,” she brought a hand to her cheek. “Where am I? What happened?”

Nightwing watched as the heroes comforted the victim, watching as Queen Bee and Viperion left in one direction and Ryuko, whose choker had started beeping, left in another.

He followed the two paired up heroes.

—*—*—*—*—*

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #dc x mlb #dc x miraculous #damimari #platonic jasonette #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maribat fic #the hero’s game

[blues824]

Oh! I've got a good request idea!

The 7 brothers being given a homemade gift and a kiss from their s/o?

Happy Holidays!

Congratulations. You're gonna be a painter today.

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Lord Diavolo had planned a whole Secret Santa thing for everyone to enjoy the holidays. Mephistopheles, since he wasn’t participating, had everyone pick a name from the bowl in a separate room. Poker faces were seen everywhere.

Lucifer

He had gotten Barbatos. He knew exactly what to search for: a tea set with some tea leaves. We all know the butler is a tea leaf connoisseur, so it was an easy gift to think of. However, he was curious as to who had selected his name.

On the day of, everyone was beaming with excitement. As it turned out, Barbatos had picked Levi, Levi got Mammon, Mammon got Belphie, Belphie got Diavolo, Diavolo got Beel, Beel got Asmo, Asmo got Simeon, Simeon got Satan, Satan got Luke, Luke got Solomon, and Solomon got you.

You tapped his shoulder and handed him a framed painting. After a closer look, it was a painting of himself. One half of him was of a graceful angel and the other half was of a handsome demon. The painting was beautiful. 

He gently placed it down and turned to you. He leaned closer and placed a kiss on your lips as an unspoken thank you. After this gathering, he placed it in his office behind him so that anyone who looked at him in his chair would be able to see the piece of art.

Mammon

He got Belphegor. He did not know what the hell to get him, so he settled on getting him a scent diffuser with lavender and vanilla essences. He looked it up online and saw that they were relaxing scents and what does Belphie like to do? That’s right, relax,

On the day of, everyone was filled with gratitude. He was a bit jealous to hear that Solomon had drawn your name from the bowl, but it was okay. He had gifted you a few paint brushes because they all knew of your hobby.

Then you tapped Mammon’s shoulder to get his attention and handed him a framed painting. Upon a closer inspection, he realized that it was a portrait of himself. It was from one of his modeling gigs, but he was in his chair instead of actually modeling at that moment. He was laughing at something someone else said, and you must have committed that moment to your memory.

He then felt your hands grab the sides of his face and pull him towards you. You placed your lips on his before he had the chance to react, and pulled away before he could reciprocate. He was shocked at this sudden show of affection, but he couldn’t say he was angry about it.

Leviathan

He got Mammon. He was very tempted to just hand him the money he would’ve used to spend it on a gift for him, but Diavolo made a rule against it. So he opted to get him some new glasses and some glasses cleaner.

On the day of, everyone was buzzing in excitement. Levi was most definitely jealous when he found out that Solomon had drawn your name from the bowl. What made it worse is how you smiled so cheerfully as the sorcerer presented the magic paint brushes to you.

As he was sulking on the couch, he felt a tap on his shoulder. You handed him a framed painting, and it was of him from his birthday. He had a smile on his face as he was surrounded with presents. You captured everything on a single canvas.

Then he felt lips on his and before he had a chance to react you pulled away. The blush he had on his face was worse than the color of Diavolo’s hair when he finally realized what the heck just happened. Would just have a dopey smile afterward.

Satan

He got Luke. It wasn’t too difficult to think of a gift for the young angel, since he had a very particular hobby that Satan kept in mind as he was shopping. He had purchased a few mixing bowls, spoons, and whisks with cool designs on the handles. 

On the day of, everyone was giggling over their gifts. Satan wasn’t particularly excited to see that Solomon had drawn your name. Your excited smile at the magic paint brushes didn’t make anything better, either.

He decided that he should enjoy the party. He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked over and saw that you were handing him a painting that you made. He looked at it and saw that it was him in his armchair, focused on the book he had in his hand. Your attention to detail was astounding.

He then felt you grab the sides of his face and place a kiss on his lips. Unfortunately, he saw you in his peripheral vision and held you in place as he got his fill on the kiss. It ended up with you being flustered, but Satan still had a bit of a blush on his face.

Asmodeus

He got Simeon. He knew about Simeon’s writing hobby, so he went out to get some fancy and elegant stationery for the archangel. It was then when he wondered who got him. Could it be his beloved Y/N?

On the day of, Asmo was squealing in excitement. He found it hilarious how it seemed to be a bit of a triangle between HoL and Purgatory Hall. He doesn’t get jealous when he sees you smile because he loves your smile. It doesn’t matter what the source of your happiness is.

He was a bit surprised to see that you had gotten him. You handed him a painting and he saw that it was of him in his bath, his eyes were closed and it wasn’t an indecent painting. However, he could tell that you paid attention to all the little details.

He was so happy that he couldn’t help but meet your lips halfway. You would have to be the one to pull away if you didn’t want to have a full make out session in front of everyone (not in front of our child, Luke 🙁)

Beelzebub

He got Asmo. He was truly at a loss of ideas of what to get him, so he came to you to ask for advice. He noticed how you scrambled to cover your painting up before continuing your conversation, but decided against asking you about it.

On the day of, he had to admit that he was pretty excited to see who got him a present. He was happy that you got the set of paint brushes that you had been wanting. He even asked you why you wanted them so badly and you told him that they never lost their shape after a single use (lucky Y/N. I need me some of those)

When you gave him the painting he stared at it for a good 15 seconds, taking in all the detail it had to offer. He was the subject, and he was making something. You had managed to capture the peaceful look on his face with just a few brushstrokes.

He then felt your lips on his. He didn’t react quickly enough and you pulled away before he could reciprocate. He pulled you into his lap after setting the painting down and just held you there for a few moments, silently letting you know that he loves you.

Belphegor

He got Diavolo. How fitting, considering his distaste for the young lord caused the events of the first 16 chapters. He settled on giving him a few pens as well as a stress ball because we all know how stressed Diavolo is.

On the day of, he was pretty grumpy. He was most definitely jealous at how happy you looked when Solomon gave you the paint brushes he got for you. His sour mood became worse when you hugged the sorcerer.

As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you handed him a painting. He looked at it and saw that it was a painting of him and Lilith, or a blurry figure that resembled her. He was falling and reaching out for his dear sister’s hand, who was also reaching out her hand. They were so close to touching, yet so far.

He didn’t even notice that tears were falling until you kissed his tears. He pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him and he just wrapped his arms around you. You gave him a kiss and held him back. He hung the painting in his space in the attic, so that only the two of you could gaze upon it.

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #leviathan #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #satan #obey me asmo x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel x reader #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader

[olderthannetfic]

Tumblr seems to be sliding in a downward spiral, and it feels like the start of the end of a fandoming era for me. I've been through it before; platforms are born then die, and life fandom finds a way. I'm just not looking forward to floundering for a bit, and dreading what the next hub will look like.

AO3 isn't really a place geared or meant for the same thing, and that's fine. My only fandom-related activity took place on AO3 only for a few years between my leaving LJ and joining Tumblr, and I lived ;-) But during that time, I was my own little island in fandom. Reading, leaving a few comments, not being super active. It's only when I found a community again that I was back to being really active in fandom once more.

And it's not that I actually use Tumblr to post about myself, but I do use it to read and reblog cool things - art, gifsets, science stuff, discovering new fandoms, and the like. I'm not sure where else I could find my people, with sameish purposes. The other sites I've tried didn't fill that niche in a way that suited me, in part because of how they look and work, in part because of who and what is(n't) there.

I have DW & PF accounts just to be safe, but I'm not very fond of group chats Discord-style - and without Tumblr, IDK how I'd even hear of new communities where I might pop in once in a while, loins girdled and everything. The micro-blogging platforms are not what I'm looking for either. Sure, I can follow a few DW comms and blogs; I already occasionally do and I will be more consistent about it if I must.

But one of my greatest fear is that the next platform will be phone-based, app-only, or some such BS - and that is something I just won't be able to deal with. Phones are tiny, it's uncomfortable to write anything, I don't like touch screen and much, much prefer a proper keyboard and a mouse (copy-pasting on a screen? (x_x) << it me), art/pics are too small to properly appreciate, a phone isn't comfy to hold for a long time for me, and the app system means you have no control over anything as a user… and that anything there must be Apple Approved, dick-free, blood-free, and tasteless. And I say this as someone who's pretty much uninterested in sex IRL or in my entertainment ;-) I still support and want the tits, the gore, the everything, and as long as I have the tools to curate - oh, wait. Curate things myself? That's not something that's popular these days, is it? It's not going to generate money, if I'm happy ;-)

So… I guess I'll play some more on Neocities, and see if anyone wants to have webrings again? (it would be fun and nostalgic, but not really viable on a large scale; people who haven't known those would just laugh and point and go on the InstaTok of the time).

So here is my little cane-waving rant of the day! I know things evolve and change and that in ten years I'll be rolling my eyes at my moping. It's only that I feel tired of moving from one shitty platform to another, of fearing I won't adapt (or more accurately won't want to adapt given the annoyance/benefit ratio) to whichever new place things will move in a few years. It's saying goodbye to a former home, moving, and hoping you'll make another home elsewhere kind of sniffles today!

--

We already know the next platform. It has been Discord for a few years now.

If you want the one after Discord, I think you're looking at waiting things out for quite a few years (or until Discord makes a major misstep as a company).

True, real time chat is not for everyone, but small discords with well-chosen channels can operate more asynchronously. Just like a lot of people who hated the look of Tumblr early on eventually capitulated, a lot of chat haters have jumped ship to Discord already.

Realistically, 90% of fandom always goes where the action is, no matter how much they claim the features make that space impossible, and 10% disappears.

We might get the 10% back on the next platform or they might leave fandom for good. There were LJ-haters who resurfaced post LJ era.

But as for where you'll find out where people are... probably AO3 author's notes.

[poisonedprose]

Hate is a Strong Word was so good! Would you please write something else for Karube? Maybe Angst with him getting jealous?

₊˚✧ mr. jealous

karube daikichi x gn!reader

warnings: established relationship, pre borderlands, curse word, more of a fluff than a angst bc i lost all angst writting ability

masterlist

A/N: im so glad you liked hate is a strong word!!

You were currently laughing at some off-handed joke Arisu made. Karube was sitting next to you but you were barely paying him any mind. It was hard to get a date for everyone to hang out at once due to clashing schedules. 

Karube would be lying if he said he wasn't even just a little bit angry that you were barely paying him any mind. Sure, the two of you spent a lot of time together, but it never hurt to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. 

Jokes and stories were exchanged as you, Arisu, and Chota caught up, with Karube being pettily quiet. "So, what's new with you Karube?" Chota asked when he noticed his friend being unusually quiet. "Nothing much." He mumbled, acting as if he was uninterested. 

"Okay... How are things at the bar?" Chota tried again. "Fine." "He actually just got a promotion." You bragged for him. "That's great, man!" Arisu punched Karubes shoulder in a friendly way. "And you said that there was nothing new with you." Chota chimed in. 

It was clear both guys were very happy for their dear friend, but honestly, Karube couldn't care less. There was an awkward silence that filled the room for a couple of seconds. "Well.. my break is almost over, I better be getting back to work now." Chota stood up. 

"Yeah, and I have a job interview that I cannot miss if I want a place to live." Arisu joked as he followed suit.  "Let me walk you out." "They know where the door is." Karube mumbled. "Hm? What was that?" "I didn't say anything." You were skeptical but walked Chota and Arisu to the door regardless. 

You exchanged your goodbyes and you made your way back to Karube. "What's up with you today?" You asked sincerely as you started to clean the mess the boys had made. "Leave it, I'll clean it later." You ignored his request just as he ignored your question.

"So, are you gonna tell me what your deal is?" You looked at him. "So, are you gonna tell me what your deal is?" He mocked. "Are you jealous?" You went back to cleaning. "No, I'm not!" He shot his head towards you. "You really are jealous!" You laughed. 

"Pfft, no..." He tried to play it cool but the look you gave him told him he wouldn't be able to get away with it. "Okay, yes." He admitted with a defeated sigh. "Of Arisu? C'mon. No offensive to Arisu, but never in a million years." You reassured him in a joking way and left a small kiss on his lips. 

"I know, I know, but If I see him ever look at you again, I'm kicking his ass." He got up to help you clean. You laughed at his statement. "That would be very interesting to watch." "I'd win." He flexed his muscles his left a kiss on each bicep. "I don't know, my money's on Arisu." You smiled and he just rolled his eyes. "You're lucky you're cute."

#! ♠ ₊˚✧ aib . #karube x reader #karube daikichi #daikichi karube #karube alice in borderland #karube fluff #karube angst #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader

[attonposting]

I think it's really important to distinguish that even a light side romanced-the-Exile Atton isn't motivated by goodness for its own sake. He has a stronger sense of responsibility than before, yes, and he'll get involved when the whim strikes him - and a light Atton will have more of those occasional chivalrous, or maybe just cocky, impulses than the keep-your-head-down man he was at the start of the game.

But he's still a scoundrel by nature, horribly jaded, very comfortable with problem-solving via murder, and he believes in neither the Jedi Code nor the pursuit of atonement. His morality is more Exile-centric than anything else, as in “I'm going to do this to protect them” or “I guess I'll do this stupid dangerous thing because they'll think I'm cool.” Love doesn't make Atton a better person, but it puts him through the motions (and if reciprocated, it'd make him a happier one, which would at least improve his behavior a bit.)

All in all, it's something where I think the game's alignment system can be misleading. People look at Atton mirroring the PC's alignment with that big beam of light behind him and go “he's a good guy now!” But nothing in-game really supports that. Does he approve of a LS Exile's actions? Yes, even if it confuses him and he's tsundere about it. Would he do the same thing in their shoes? Nope – that's why he's so inspired by them. Because they went through the same shit he did and still held onto the things he couldn't. Because he fought alongside Jedi in two wars, watched the pacifists cower as the galaxy burned and watched the war heroes turn into psychopaths, and he doesn't trust it at first, but this carved-up shell of a Jedi, the one who pulled the plug at kriffing Malachor V, is the closest thing he's ever seen to what the Jedi were supposed to be. Atton's portrait is gonna be pretty dang light sided while he's ranting at your Exile that all the Jedi who died on Malachor deserved what they got, and he means what he's saying. The game can stick him wherever on that bar it wants, but it's not serenity and goodwill that fills him, it's a messy morass of poison he's been choking down for years.

His arc is more about ceasing to run from himself, sorting out his feelings and his fears, and finally being able to move forward than it is about redemption. You figure he already had his big worldview shift years ago and made zero attempt to make up for any of what he did or mirror the grace he was shown, and, like... Atton's motivations start and stop with the Exile. Everyone else in the party has some other allegiance or some further goal that shapes their path. Bao-Dur wants to rebuild the planets destroyed in the war. Mira wants to reunite the families it broke. Atton wants to help the Exile, and if they're a lady, he wants to get together with her. That's all he wants out of life... unless he goes dark side, which gets ugly real fast.

While a dark Atton crashes straight back down to the bottom of the bar, I think the lightest Atton realistically gets is the grey background with a dusting of blue at his feet. It's like Kreia says – his potential lies downward. Dark Atton is terrifying, a proto-Sion, a hollowed-out obsessive shell of a man who can only feel anything through tearing Jedi down to his level. Light Atton is just a guy.

It's for this reason that I have trouble seeing him helping to rebuild the Jedi Order as canon implies. He never stopped hating the Order, and he has no stake in it anyway, only you – heck, if you look at becoming a Jedi as the pivotal moment in all of the Lost Jedi character arcs, Atton's decision to become a Jedi is so he can better protect the Exile. It's only a personal choice inasmuch as he's decided this is how he can live with himself, offering his life to someone who's truly proven to him that they're worth it. He's got nothing else anchoring him, to the point where I think he really is better off with the Exile than left to his own devices, even accounting for the influence warp and the probable imminent death. And I think it's telling that Kreia will only predict his future when he has motivations that don't include the Exile.

#atton rand #kotor #kotor 2 #kotor ii

[harveylikestoart]

I am SO curious in the Ghost of Nick Close AU as to Nick's reaction toward seeing Glenn again post prison, how UNHINGED he'd become, naming the Rat 'Nick Jr' and how much of it was clearly through him being fucked up over losing him...

I have tried drawing this multiple times over but I can’t get it right so you only get the initial reaction. How DARE Glenn wear an armour suit at all, that stuff be annoying af to draw.

I’ll write down the idea I had for it all tho 🤘

So like what happens is Nick sees his dad and is, obviously, pretty damn stoked! He starts striding up to him, containing his excitement and saying “shit Glenn, you look badass!! I know doing time makes some people grizzled and all but holy shit!” Tryna keep it chill you know?

He goes for a handshake but Glenn just walks right through him. Nick stills as Glenn keeps going straight for Nicholas. When Glenn puts HIS hand out for a predator shake Nicholas just looks at his hand and then past him to where Nick is staring at them with this look.

At this point Nicholas feels a little bit angry FOR Nick. Because on the way there I’d say that Nick would’ve been hyping up this moment. Nicholas can see him, cool. Rad. But his DAD? OBVIOUSLY they’d immediately be reunited, nothing could keep the Close boys apart! They’re thick as thieves and all they have is each other so Glenn would DEFINITELY be able to see him!!

Yet there he sees basically his new best ghostly friend fuckin HEARTBROKEN that this didn’t happen. That they’re both so close and yet so far. The one person Nick had left. But also now this asshole just walks up to him like all’s good? Like being a shithead during the adventure was just over? So Nicholas just brushes it off with veiled annoyance and tries to just get back to his dad. Also to subtly try and check on Nick.

HOWEVER, Nick Jr on the other hand is confused, he saw a vaguely human shaped blob pass through Glenn and it smells just like him AND this kid that Glenn approached. So like, he doesn’t know what the fucks up with that.

Nick’s kinda just shrugging it off at this point, burying down the crushed emotions and moving on. If Glenn can’t see him now maybe there’s another way!

Then boom Glenn goes to attack Jodie and Nick is just feeling so many things, his dad just attacked this guy thinking Nicholas is HIM. Nick at first didn’t appreciate Jodie like, at all, but he’s seen how Jodie acts with Nicholas, he’s attentive, he makes sure he’s doing okay and he’s PRESENT. He would never admit that he’s slightly jealous, because that’s lame, however watching his dad rage at this guy feels really not goooood.

Updates on everyone else’s knowledge of the situation at this point.

Jodie: doesn’t know anything but thinks something is bothering Nicholas and is concerned about THAT.

Darryl: Paeden fuckin told him and he was trying to figure out how to tell Glenn when they got the chance.

Ron: listened in to a few of Nicholas’ convos and kind of got the gist before Darryl explained it properly

Henry: he did a little wild shape at some point and saw a blurry ass humanoid blob around Nicholas before they made it back into Meth Bay, consulted the other dads and Darryl filled him in on what Paeden said.

Paeden: realised that Glenn can’t see Nick and that this entire thing is very fucked up! He would like this fixed real fast!

Anyways Nick does not realise that Nick Jr is there until he fuckin climbs out while Paeden and Glenn attempt to finger tut and he’s like “HOLY SHIT RATATOUILLE.” Then yadda yadda he screams at the sight of spider Henry, spider Henry sees blurry Nick blob again.

#i am so sorry it took me like two months to get to this jesusssss #ghost of nick close au #i feel kinda bad this didnt come out the way I wanted it BUT WHATEVER #harvey’s arts and stuff #dndads nick close #dndads nicholas foster #dndads glenn close #dndads paeden bennetts #dndads henry oak #i am so sleepy god #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #anonymous

[br3adtoasty]

Kath Celeste

A catlike and innocent-looking Toytoriya student whose only wish is to bring peace to everyone around them, that’s how most people would describe Kath. But for those who know them personally, it is common knowledge that under the angelic face of his, belies an abundance of wisdom far beyond their age.

Info

Japanese キャス・セレスト

Twisted from Angel Kitty

Voiceclaim Kosaka Tomoya

Gender Agender (they/he)

Sexuality Pansexual

Age 16

Birthday 25 December

Star Sign Capricorn

Height 156 cm

Homeland City of Flowers

Family Parents

Professional Info

Dorm Toytoriya @toytoriyadorm

School Year First

Class 1C

Occupation Student

Club Light Music Club

Best Subject Defensive Magic

Other

Dominant Hand Right

Favorite Food Chicken Nuggets

Least Favorite Food Christmas Pudding

Dislikes Fights, violence

Hobby Playing the trumpet

Talents Mediation

Personality

Calm and collected, and sometimes levelheaded than most, it’s easy to forget that Kath is only in their first year. Maybe the reason why they got sorted into the same dorm as the huggable house warden, William, is because of their shared dislike for conflicts, as Kath prioritizes peace above all else and believes that most problems can be solved by talking things out. Due to this, they tend to find themself being the middleman between disputes or breaking up fights. In addition to helping people get out of sticky situations, Kath is said to give very useful and good advice, of which many students come asking him for.

Kath holds their ideal so close to their heart, they’ll do whatever it takes to preserve the peace, even if it means neglecting his own needs and becoming a people pleaser. Of course, having to resolve others’ plights all the time comes with its own price, like suppressing some unpleasant feelings and emotions. But Kath rarely loses his cool. As for one time he did snap… let’s just say things didn’t end well.

Unique Magic: Heaven’s Refrain

Kath is able to instantly calm people down with the sound of their voice. This effect also applies to musical instruments too, such as their trumpet.

Fun facts 🐱

- Often gets assigned the role of the “innocent child” due to his appearance. Though, they’re quite adaptable and they don’t mind filling in other roles or being a stand-in when others aren’t available.

- For the lucky few who have seen Kath’s eyes, they are said to be “as beautiful and reflective as the surface of clear blue water on a sunny day.”

- Kath is quite hard to detect, sometimes appearing out of nowhere in mere seconds only to vanish in the next. Seeing this as it disturbs the peace that they very much wish to protect, Kath decided to attach a bell to their tail, so people can hear them wherever they go.

- The ears and tail are not the real deal… but don’t mention that to anyone, ok?!

Playlist ⤵︎

☆ Mao - Kairiki Bear

☆ Angel - Akumi

☆ Bitter Choco Decoration - syudou

☆ El Tango Egoista - nyanyannya

☆ I Couldn’t Become a Super Cat After All - Mafumafu

#twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland fandorm #toytoriya #toytoriya dorm #kath celeste #my art #profiles

[daebraeksan]

Calming down from vague anxiety after a social event with Nagi + friends

Genre: comfort, fluff

Contents: implied anxiety/ hypervigilance/ trauma/PTSD, friends, vibes, 

Wc: 2264

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You and Nagi slam your doors closed as you switch places with the valet to get into the car. You lock it and get settled, and are anxious about holding up the line, so you are ready to drive—but there’s a line in front of you, too, so you have to make do with inching ahead, pausing for long periods of time. That’s just as fine. Your eyes adjust to the dark, and you squint to protect yourself from the too-bright headlight that some people have. 

“Are you okay?”

You turn to Nagi, one of the only people whose full attention can be on you, and you actually like. You try to let yourself disengage from the previous situation—a bustling party filled with lots of famous people you don’t know and lots of friends you do know—and relax into the new situation, which was you were with your favorite person, and you felt safe with him. 

Alright! You tell yourself, as you notice your anxious heartbeat. You wait for yourself to adjust to your new surroundings. Any time now!

“Mmm.” But old habits die hard. You don’t like to lie—you never would, to Nagi, unless it was a good surprise, like a birthday party or present—but you also don’t like to tell the truth about when you are “not okay.” You don’t like not being okay. It’s a hassle. You are very earnest and hard working in most things, except for taking care of yourself. When it comes to selfcare, you sound a lot like Nagi, actually. Which he does not appreciate—he wants you to take care of yourself, just like how you take care of him so well, and everyone else in your whole life. So he tries to ask you, and you try to tell him, because you want to try. You want to be better at taking care of yourself and being honest with yourself. And you like being honest with Nagi. And you feel safe to tell him stuff. 

Most of the time. The other times, it’s not his fault specifically—it’s that your brain’s patterns haven’t caught up with the “new” reality you are living in (that you are surrounded by safety and love and you don’t have to be so ON GUARD anymore.)

“That was a big sigh.”

You don’t want to breath angrily at anyone—not like the passive aggressive people you grew up with. You know Nagi does not think you are angrily sighing at him, because he doesn’t think like that. But you think like that so you don’t want even a hypothetical situation where he would get that idea into his mind, because that’s not you. You love him, and you wouldn't do that to him.

Unfortunately, that means you have to explain yourself. 

You take another breath, and have successfully navigated through the stressful parking situation and onto the main road. Nagi enters directions to your house on the GPS and you are grateful to be able to engage the analytical compete-a-task part of your brain—and even better, it’s a task you have done successfully many times over. You got this! 

Hiori calls and asks if it’s good if they’re all still coming over. Nagi looks at you. You nod. 

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You nod again. Everyone who’s coming over are people you like and feel safe with. It’s not like a huge public event where there are a ton of randos posing random threats. Random and hypothetical. You emerged safely, so, either you neutralized all threats, or there were none to begin with.

You can never be too certain, though. Right? Haha. 

“Yeah, we’ll see you when we get home.” Nagi says. 

“Okay, cool,” Hiori says sweetly. “See you there.”

Nagi hangs up. 

“Can you turn on music,” you say. 

Nagi finds the chillest playlist you guys have and turns it on. If you weren’t so anxious, you would tell him to change it because you don't want to fall asleep. 

Once your adrenaline crashes, you might actually  be able to fall asleep to this playlist, though. Maybe you’ll ask him to play it again once you all get home. 

“How was your time at the party?” Nagi asked. 

You smile a little. You know the question is not sarcastic. It’s just funny because you both basically spend the entire time together.

“I had fun with you,” you say honestly.

“We should have stayed home.” Nagi says, probably also very honestly.

“Do you really mean that?” you ask sympathetically, just in case. 

“You know I do,” Nagi says.

You let out a short amused exhale. 

“Do you want to talk about anything?” he asks.

You think for a second. 

“Maybe,” you say. 

“You’ll let me know?” he asks.

“Okay,” you say, and he turns up the music, gets on his phone, and lets you think. 

As fucked up as it sounds, sometimes when things are going really well is when you are the most stressed. Take today for example. You had to roll with the “punches.” A lot of unexplained and unplanned events. And punches was a very violent word to use for a lot of situations where the stakes were very low and there was no danger. Threat level minimal. And now that things have basically wrapped up, your brain is trying to make up some danger to explain…? Well. Explain why you feel this way. Your life is usually full of danger—at least when you were growing up—to the point where you aren't even always conscious of what the danger is, just that you have a sense that there is danger somewhere.

Other people used to pose a lot of danger when you grew up. You didn’t trust easily then, and you still don’t now. You want to keep yourself safe, but you want to get better at believing in the safety that you experience in the present instead of making up danger that matches the feelings you had a lot as a kid, the feelings that come back now as habit, at the drop of a hat, the blink of an eye. There are so many triggers that happen daily, normal events that trigger these scared feelings, and it makes it really hard to enjoy daily life. You don’t have to be “normal”—you’ve basically given up on that. But you deserve to be happy and enjoy activities and aspects of life. You’re here, you’re alive, so you might as well make the best of it. 

You still get frustrated when you can’t calm down. Your skepticism almost chokes you while you try to take deep breaths. Your racing thoughts smirk at your eyes, trying so hard to convince you that you are calm and safe by perceiving your (calm and safe) surroundings. You are your own worst enemy now. That doesn’t feel good. You had enemies in the past. But they were all muddled up—people who were supposed to love you and be there for you were harming you and betraying you. But your young mind could only comprehend so much. 

So when you are finally treated sanely, calmly, and respectfully, your adult brain cannot fully comprehend it. Cannot fully trust it. 

You arrive home, and somehow, some people have already beat you there. 

“Why didn’t you call?” you ask, familiar I’m-a-bad-host panic stirring in your chest. 

“We did,” Barou snapped at Nagi, who held his gaze stubbornly.

You turned to Nagi. Before you can say anything, he bonks you on the head lightly and kisses your nose. 

“Fine!” Barou says.

“We’re not paying you any taxes, trash king,” Nagi says.

“Double fine!” Barou accuses. 

You smile at him, laughter in the back of your throat. If you hadn't already been socialized out from the event, maybe you would have. 

You let everyone into your home, and they spread out into the living room and kitchen. 

You put your keys on the counter by the door, and Nagi wraps his arms around your waist and engulfs you, head hooked over your shoulder. You reach back and pat his hair with one hand and put your other hand over where his arms are crossed over your tummy. 

“Thanks for going with me,” you say.  

“I would say that to you, but I didn’t want to go,” he grumbles.

“Not even a little?” you ask. 

“You make me go.”

“Don’t blame me,” you say, though, you know that you like events way more than he does, and he won’t let you go alone—even though he could!

He kisses your neck. “I know. If I 100% didn't want to go, I wouldn’t.”

“You only 99% didn’t want to go?” you grin.

“I 100% want to hang out with you,” he says.

You wriggle out of his grasp so you can turn around to face him, and bring your lips to his.

“You know we can go if you’re just going to make out,” Yukimiya teases you. Even though you know him a lot better by now, you still feel way more embarrassed when he teases you than anyone else. Your face still flushes and you boo him.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Bachira yells from the living room. 

“Just tell them to go to the bedroom. We’ll watch a movie,” Gagamaru’s dull voice is just audible from where he’s presumably posted up with Bachira. 

You take Nagi’s hand and start to pull him to where everyone’s hanging out. You can’t brute force him into doing anything, and so he makes you wait until he fills his and your water bottles before he lets you drag him to the living room. 

Bachira is curled up with every blanket you own, and is trying to cover Isagi with some, too. 

“It’s too hot!” Isagi pleads. Bachira throws one over his head. 

“Moved in, fully I see?” you tease.

Bachira looks at you, wide eyes serious. “You joke,” he says ominously. “And yet.”

“He’s the monster under your bed,” Hiori says, eyes sweet and amused.

Bachira beams.

“Whoa. That was so good. Write that down!” Zantetsu orders absolutely no one. 

Barou picks a tv show—starts in the middle of a show absolutely no one else has watched, and gets mad whenever anyone asks a question.  

Having secured (negotiated) a blanket from Bachira, you snuggle with Nagi, and get settled in to watch the movie. Your anxious feelings were forgotten momentarily as you dealt with getting everyone inside and settled. Now that you are sitting down, watching something you aren’t sure you’ll be able to engage with anyway, you stare down your thoughts regretfully. You can’t stop them from coming. They’re already here. You regret them even as they are happening. You wish you could give yourself some peace. 

But anyway, your brain is your brain and you're going to have thoughts, and you are not obligated to be mean to yourself about them. You still might. Out of habit. But that’s okay too. 

You hold Nagi’s hand between your two, clasping your fingers with his, running your thumb up his palm and fingers, feeling his gamer’s callouses. You want to find a way to comfort yourself that makes sense for you now and that will actually be effective. When you’re with Nagi, there are some pretty effective ways. Like what you’re doing right  now!

When you’re by yourself? So far you feel very ineffective. That doesn’t feel good. Relying on someone feels dangerous. Relying on someone feels unreliable.

Nagi squeezes your hand back. 

“Check your phone,” he whispers after a while.

You make to reach for it when you realize. “I don’t have it.”

Nagi tch’s at you, and—you’ve fully accepted this about you, there is no room for embarrassment, cringe is dead anyway—your heart seizes with love for him. He shows you his phone.

“Do you still want to talk?” he has texted you.

“I think I’m okay,” you type.

He erases what you’ve written. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m okay now.”

“I love you,” he says.

“Shhhh!” Barou hisses.

“Shut up, trash king,” Nagi gripes while Bachira says, “I love you, too!”

Nagi looks at him.

“I was talking about y/n,” Bachira grins.

“Back off,” Nagi says lightly. 

“I can’t, I’ve already moved in,” Bachira says.

“You haven’t.” Nagi and Bachira stare at each other, faces lit with flashing colors from the tv.

“I love you, too,” you say, and kiss Nagi on the cheek.

“Thanks, y/n,” Bachira grins.

“She was talking to me!” Nagi snaps. 

“It’s okay, y/n, you can let him think that,” Bachira stage-whispers.

“Are ya’ll done?” Barou booms. “I feel like the show is happening here, more than on the tv.”

“It’s more interesting here, too,” Bachira is always quick with his quips. 

Barou growls, and you let yourself laugh. Nagi looks at you, and you see he finally looks relaxed too. You scratch the top of his head. 

“When are you all leaving,” Bachira asks.

“Why?” Isagi asks.

“I want to go to sleep,” Bachira says.

“You don’t live here!” Nagi yells (his version of yelling.)

“He can sleep over,” you say.

Bachira looks very smug and Nagi looks at you, hurt and betrayed. 

“We’ll talk about it,” you promise. Nagi hugs you tighter, and everyone finangles movie choice from Barou, and as you all start watching something much more palatable to everyone, you are grateful that you are in a safe environment where you don’t have to overanalyze every moment and feeling. You settle in for a good night, and honestly, none of them have to leave. That’s what floors and blankets are for.

#bluelock #blue lock #bluelock fanfiction #blue lock fanfiction #bluelock x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro fanfiction #nagi seishiro fic