#[[ she is shook omg xD ]]

[countlessrealities]

@creationtainted sent:

[text] hey [ MMS - a picture of a large egg in a cozy, makeshift nest. somehow, it looks almost content, despite being expressionless ] [text] renewing my dilf permit [text] gonna throw a rager at my place once it goes through 🤪

(Adam's here to provide 0 context, sorry Vaggie)

What in the Nine Rings?!

For a serveral, long moments all Vaggie can do is gape at the screen of her phone, paralysed by incredulity. Is that...? It can't be! ....Right? What in the Heavens is Adam doing with that?! Where did he get it?!

...Jesus fucking Christ, as if she doesn't have enough on her plate already.

[text to: Flopmaster🎸] ADAM [text to: Flopmaster🎸] What the actual fuck !! [text to: Flopmaster🎸] Is that an ANGEL egg?! [text to: Flopmaster🎸] Did you steal it? Is that yours? Is that LUTE'S?! 🙀 [text to: Flopmaster🎸] This is batter a goddamn prank, and I'll punch you for it, but still, it's better, or you'll have to hope that Lucifer sweeps in to save your sorry ass from me! 😤

There's a moment of pause.

[text to: Flopmaster🎸] In any case, I'm confiscating it. RIGHT NOW.

Another few seconds pass by.

[text to: Flopmaster🎸] ...Shit, wait no. Alastor might eat it🤦🏽‍♀️

#[ ic :: Vaggie ] #&& Adam || creationtainted #creationtainted #[[ she is shook omg xD ]] #[[ and the wild assumptions she's making xD ]] #[[ VAGGIE NO ]]

[wormthe]

my kitty cat loves caves and tents and i love her!!!

#cant attach a relevant picture cause its dark and shes under the blanket and so well. #it would just be a blanket lump picture in the dark #but Precious is so sweet and sleepty it makes me wanna smile #she is my old old babybaby #i gotta make more posts on here i love talking #there are shoes in the backgrounds of both these photos.... #omg she just stretched and shook her head it made that silly sound cause her ears hit the blanket xD #cats #ok im gonna try to go to sleep nw #also my phone camera is Not that goood xP

[dvrk-moon]

SPIDER-FIEND - chapter ii

read chapter i here!

— synopsis: whoever documented your personal altercation with spider-man was clearly out to get you.

— word count: 1.1k

— warnings: cursing, classmates picking on you

— featuring: epex ayden, nmixx jiwoo, nwjns danielle

— a/n: who else missed this series !!

series masterlist

ii. INTERNET FAMOUS ERA

“I heard Spider-Man spilled coffee all over you,” yet another one of your classmates tormented you over your run-in with the superhero. God damn him, you already didn’t like the guy and here he was, spilling your coffee all over you and swinging away without an apology.

“Where’d you hear that from?” you inquired, facing your classmate.

“More like where’d I see it from,” he snickered, a few more laughs being elicited from your nearby classmates.

“God damn it, Ayden,” you looked at him, annoyed, “was it eBaum’s World or YouTube?”

“YouTube. You should see it, it’s got like a thousand views right now.”

You rolled your eyes and faced the front of the classroom again.

“At least your outfit was cute,” another classmate, Jiwoo, whispered to you with a smile.

You weren’t surprised at all that there was a video somewhere. YouTube was super popular, and so was Spider-Man, so your run-in was obviously going to be uploaded. If it was anyone else, you would’ve probably laughed at the video too. But because it was you, it was a nightmare.

The one person that you really needed to vent to right now was Riki. You’d sit with him at lunch and tell him all about it, but lunch was in two periods. You weren’t sure if you could wait that long, so you sent him a text:

you : OMG

you : i am going 2 die!!!!!

You slipped your phone back into your jacket pocket and tried your best to focus on the lesson so you could retain something before class ended.

For another twenty minutes, your calculus teacher droned on about reviewing for your AP exam, which was in a month or so. You couldn’t wait to be freed from the grasps of AP classes.

The bell rung and you put your textbook, calculator, and notebook all in your backpack before rushing out into the hallway. You couldn’t take the risk of being slow. Not only was there the rush of impatient high school students, but the idea of being approached by another peer about the video was tormenting you.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. When you pulled it out, you were met with a text from Riki.

riki XD : wat happend

You pocketed your phone again as you scrambled your way to your locker with the intent of stowing away your AP calculus textbook and calculator. You quickly arrived to your locker, putting in the code.

12-09-90

You knew it was bad, but since each locker didn’t automatically come with a lock and you had to provide your own, you got to pick the code. And yeah, it was Riki’s birthday, but what other six digit code would be that easy to remember?

You shook your head at yourself, opening your locker and putting your calculator and textbook in it. You grabbed your paper bagged lunch. The mere thought of having to run back across the school before lunch bell was Hell to you, so you grabbed it now.

Once the lunch was grabbed, you took the European history textbook out of your locker and stuffed it in your bag. The lunch was put in quickly after.

You scrambled to your next period, hoping that no one would mention the video to you.

Your balloon of hope was soon popped as another classmate, Danielle, approached you. She walked up to you immediately after the teacher had said to split into partnerships to work on an assignment.

“Hey, Y/N,” Danielle started, “I saw that video. Is everything okay? I’m sure people have been bothering you all day about it.”

You were caught off guard by the remark, expecting her to be yet another person to make fun of you for the altercation.

“Yeah,” you sighed, half-smiling at her, “I guess I am.”

“Okay,” she said, looking into your eyes, “you have some serious balls for cursing out Spider-Man for what he did. He totally deserved that, that was so cool of you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “Thank you, but how’d you know that I cussed him out? The only video I saw was the one on eBaum’s World, and it was just the clip of him spilling the coffee on me.”

She gasped, “OMG, have you not seen the YouTube version? It’s like a whole minute long!”

You buried your face in your hands. Not only was there the clip of him spilling coffee, but apparently there was a version with the part where you cussed him out? You worried for your future; if colleges or jobs that you’d applied to or been accepted into see that, you’re done for.

“That is so embarrassing,” you said, muffled by your hands.

“It’s not that bad,” she replied, slipping her phone out of her pocket. She hid it under the desk and unlocked her device, pulling up the YouTube website. Danielle owned a new iPhone, and to say you were nearly seething with jealousy was an understatement. You couldn’t hold it against her, though, it just seemed like all of your peer’s parents were more well off than either of yours. It probably had to do with the fact that their parents were still together. That filled you with more jealousy than not having an iPhone ever would.

Danielle clicked on the search bar, typing in the words “Spider-Man spills coffee on girl” and quickly pulling up the video to show you.

She looked up in the teacher’s direction, who was miraculously turned around at the moment, and clicked on the video, turning down her volume.

The video was simple; it was the clip of the “amazing” hero ramming into your back side, you then whipping around, and then followed by the waterfall of curses that escaped your lips. Damn, you needed to chill.

“Holy shit,” you commented, smacking a hand on your forehead, “that’s bad.”

“It’s really not that bad,” she reassured.

“It really is.”

It really was. The view count was 2,045. How you managed to break out into “fame” at age eighteen was beyond you, especially with these circumstances. You would never live this down. You hid your face in your arms and groaned.

You pulled out your phone and sent Riki a text back:

you : i need 2 show u a vid @ lunch

You slid your phone back into your pocket and laughed dryly, “Danielle, this is horrible. I’ve done a great job of staying on the down-low my entire high school career, and I was doing so well. One month until we graduate and I feel like everything I’ve worked for has blown up in my face.”

“Don’t say that,” she grabbed your hand, “it’s really not that bad. It’ll blow over soon, and by graduation, you’ll probably have forgotten all about it.”

You breathed out. This was going to be the death of you.

a/n : aaaaaa

#series taglist! spider fiend #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #ni ki #ni ki enhypen #ni ki x reader #ni ki imagines #ni ki x y/n #heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #dvrk moon

[crazyyluvr]

hi! Can I please please ask a kaz brekker x reader? I was thinking of reader being a blind heartrender. I headcanon blind grishas to have their abilities amplified, and a blind heartrender would be basically daredevil XD.

Thank you in advance for reading the request, I really loved six of crows!

I am the QUEEN of Hearts, Don't Tell Me Otherwise

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

summary: Having a blind Heartrender has its perks. For Kaz Brekker, having a blind Heartrender that can hear his heartbeat change around her has its disadvantages.

genre: fluff

wc: 3.4k

content: reader is blind, fem!reader with she/her prns, violence (some torture), reading is a bit clumsy, kaz's heart speeds up a lot

note: OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA <33 tysm for requesting anon. i hope this layout is fine, i just wanted to try something different. sorry if it's kinda bad, i wrote it in one sitting LMFAO. either way, hope u enjoy!!

oneshot under the cut :: not edited

Perks

1. You didn't need your eyes to see.

It was very useful in heists to have someone who knew that someone was walking towards them without having to actually see them. Being blind somehow enhanced your hearing and your touch on your Grisha powers, and that was why you could do a lot of things easier than other Heartrenders — even Nina — had difficulty with.

It was one of the main reasons why you stuck with Kaz when he had to crack a safe; you were basically his lookout.

"Someone's around three minutes out," you whispered to him, standing a few paces behind Kaz who was hunched over a safe. Your head was tilted to the side, your ears were focusing on a melody only you could hear.

"Scratch that, two minutes out, they're moving faster," you reported. "Are you almost done?"

Kaz focus on the complicated lock didn't break as he replied, "I need more time."

"Okay," You moved forward, hands in front of your thighs to guide you around the desk in front of you.

"Thirty seconds," You said, the heart beat of the approaching guard getting louder and louder. "How down?"

"Shut-eye," He replied.

You put your hand up in front of you.

The doorknob jingled a little, and you activated your power, drastically slowing the heartbeat of the guard before he could open the door. You heard a thud on the floor, and you knew that he was unconscious.

A few seconds later, the safe clicked open. Kaz reached in and grabbed the money that you came for. "You could have at least tried to soften his fall or something. Someone could have heard that."

You shook your head. "There's no one close enough to hear." You turned to Kaz's voice, a small smirk on your lips. "Besides, It's just the two of us. I didn't want to leave you alone, 'cause you'd miss me too much."

Kaz rolled his eyes. "Don't feed your ego. It's not a fitting sight for you."

You laughed a little. "Like you don't do that everyday."

You turned to get out of the room, opening to door to free yourself. The door opened halfway before it suddenly stopped, like it was blocked by something. You didn't expect the obstruction, which caused you to trip over something and fall to the floor with a loud bang on the wooden ground.

Kaz stood over you in concern. You had tripped over the unconscious guard's body. "I thought his body was facing the other way," you groaned.

Kaz didn't have time to reply before both of you heard shouts in the corridors. Looks like they could hear that. He used his cane to get hold of the back of your jacket and pulled you to your feet.

"Time to go!" You dusted yourself off, leaping over the body and speedwalking away from the thundering of more guards, Kaz right at your heels.

2. You could always tell if someone was distressed.

You didn't live in the Slat, since you preferred to have your own place away from the gang, but that didn't make you any less close to Jesper, Inej, Wylan, Nina, and Matthias. You visited the Crows often, whether it be in the Slat or Crow Club.

You knew how important getting together was to them, whether or not they'd admit it. In a life full of mistrust and traitors, it was hard to find a crowd that you could actually trust. Of course, your friends had their own secrets that they kept to themselves, like how you had your own, but being with them without the pressure of telling them those stories was precious.

You were able to loosen up around them, laugh with them without the fear of judgement or that these moments of vulnerability would be used against you.

Instead, you relied on them to just forget your current struggles as you talked about stupid things over drinks.

You also used it as a chance to check up on them. You couldn't see them but you could hear them. Being blind made you sharpen your hearing more, both with our without the use of your Grisha abilities.

You could tell when there was something bothering your friends, which is why you knew there was something bothering Wylan when you and your friends decided to share some drinks in the Crow Club.

Jesper was mid-argument with Nina about what came first: the chicken or the egg. Inej and Matthias were just listening to them, occasionally adding their own thoughts or laughing when either of the debaters made a particularly stupid point.

You noticed that Wylan wasn't talking as much as he normally did. You felt him fidgeting beside you, his arm or his leg twitching more than it usually does.

If those weren't enough of a sign that there was something weighing on his mind, then there was his heart that also proved that point. It never seemed to settle. His shallow breaths that occasionally came in huffs of frustration agitated the muscle in the middle of his chest, making it beat faster than normal.

"Hey," you whispered to him, breaking him out of his troubled trance. He looked at you curiously. "Are you okay?" You asked, your brows unknowingly furrowing in concern.

"I'm fine," Wylan said, smiling reassuringly.

You rolled your white eyes. "You do know that fake smiles won't work on the blind, right?"

Wylan's smile dropped, shocked. "How did you know I was smiling?"

"I didn't," you shrugged, taking a sip from your glass. "I just guessed. But seriously, is there something wrong? You seem more distressed."

Wylan sighed, leaning back in his chair. He looked around at your table, and when he confirmed that none of your companions were paying the two of you any mind, he answered truthfully. "My dad's still sending me letters."

"I hope you've burned those letters," you huffed, feeling your blood boil quietly at the mention of Wylan's horrible sperm donor. "He's just trying to provoke you, make you feel worthless."

"But —"

"Don't even try to tell me that you are worthless, Wylan," you said harshly, turning your head towards him despite your blank eyes not meeting his gaze, instead staring through him. That did nothing to lessen the defiance in them. "You may not be able to read, but who cares? I can read for you, Jesper can read for you. That's kind of the point of having friends, we'll make up for whatever you lack."

Wylan thought about it for a moment. You could tell that your words worked on him from the way his breaths eased and his heart steadied.

"Yeah..." A smile slowly spread on Wylan's lips, a genuine one this time. "Thanks."

"Anything to stop your very loud heartbeat from distracting me," you joked, making Wylan laugh.

Kaz watched the interaction from the bar, his eyes unreadable as he turned back to his drink, finishing it before heading upstairs without another word.

3. Lies couldn't hide from you.

Kaz swung his cane, the crow handle finding its mark on the man's knee, hitting it with a sickening crack. He cried out in pain, keeling over but not going that far due to his hands chained to the ceiling.

The man was a spy placed in the Dregs. You found him when you were having a private heist meeting and heard his heart lingering out the front door.

So now, you were both trying to find out who hired the traitor — well, more like Kaz was beating him up for answers while you served as his lie detector.

"Who are you working for?" Kaz said, repeating the question he's been drilling into the man for the past hour. Despite the way he was pathetically sobbing, he still refused to give up the name of his boss.

Not out of loyalty, but out of fear, you thought, taking note of the way his heart beat at a pace only set by fear. Fear not only for what Kaz could and would do to him, but also fear for what would happen if he gave Kaz what he wanted.

"Olek!" He cried. Kaz, blood splattered on his black vest that was exposed from his decision to abandon his coat for mobility, turned to you expectantly.

You shook your head. "Lie."

Kaz swung his cane again without hesitation, this time bringing hitting the man's chest. The man's scream in pain was worse than before.

Kaz probably broke a few ribs, you thought offhandedly, only flinching in disgust when you felt some of the blood from the man's mouth hit your cheek. You wiped it off immediately.

"I was telling the truth!" He yelled, sobbing. "I was telling the truth!"

Kaz used his cane to tilt the man's head up by the chin, forcing him to meet Dirtyhands' cruel stare. He would receive no mercy, as there was nothing that could be given in the first place.

"My Heartrender said you lied, so you lied," Kaz said through gritted teeth. "If she keeps saying otherwise, you will die for this boss of yours. Are you willing to give your life for someone who could care less about it?"

When he received no response other than cries, Kaz prepared to hit with his cane again.

"Karlos!" The man screamed, pausing Kaz mid-swing. "Karlos Drulak!"

Kaz didn't turn to you before you spoke, your smile heard in your voice behind him. "There's our answer."

Your satisfaction was mutual, as Kaz's shoulders let go of some of its tension as he straightened — well, as much as he could without relying on his bloodied cane. "Finally." He readjusted his gloves and turned around, limping away, only stopping to speak to you.

"Send him to the grave."

Your smile widened into a grin, your teeth flashing in the lamplight. "With pleasure."

Kaz left you to your business, the screams of terror fading into the night as he went to the Slat to formulate a plan with the new information he'd just gained.

—————

Disadvantages

1. You didn't need your eyes to see him.

You always knew it was him.

Whether he would enter the Crow Club to find you drinking with Jesper, or he'd knock on your apartment door with an important matter in mind, or even just passing by him in a busy market despite the noise and the multiple heartbeats.

You always noticed him.

It bugged Kaz. He knew that no matter what other disguises he may put on, no matter whether or not he had his cane to tap on the tiles of the road or the wood of the Crow Club or the Slat, you always knew it was him.

He stood in front of your door, staring at the number in front of him. The plan for your heist the next day had undergone many changes, and he had to inform you of them.

He took a deep breath, raising his knuckles to knock.

"Come in, Kaz," you called, voice muffled from inside the apartment. It always happened when he popped by; he'd inhale, prepare to knock on the door, only for you to interrupt him and just tell him to go in.

He let out a quiet huff almost fondly. Of course she knew.

He opened the door, letting himself in. "You knew it was me." It was a question said as a statement. That's just how Kaz normally speaks when he's curious but wants to hide the fact that he's curious, but you could always tell the difference.

"Of course," you said, not looking up from your construction of your beverage. Your hands had eyes of their own, moving to the familiar spots of your condiments. "Your heartbeat."

"Everyone has their own, do they not?"

You laughed, meeting his jab with softness. "Yeah, they do, but none of them quite beat like yours."

Kaz's heart sped up a little at the words, and he knew that he couldn't hide it from you. Your knowing smirk just made him feel warmer.

2. You could always tell when he was distressed.

Kaz wasn' the only one who had access to unannounced appearances.

You made it a habit of appearing randomly in his office just like him visiting you in your apartment, but unlike Kaz, you sometimes came there just for his company, to just sit down on the spare chair in front of his desk and read or draw or whatever your mood makes you do. Neither of you say a word, but you could tell that he was also content with the arrangement.

You found Kaz seeming more distraught than usual, the normally steady beat of his heart thundering like a skittish horse that was cornered by unwanted oppressors.

Kaz didn't look up from his the papers on his desk when your signature knock reverberated in his space, or when you swung the door open to let yourself in.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked casually, approaching your seat and sinking into it. There was something oddly comforting about the hard wood resting on your back, like an anchor in an unknown sea.

Kaz tilted his head to look at you, eyebrows raised. "What makes you think there's something wrong."

You playfully waved your hand in Kaz's general area. "You gave off a distraught aura the moment I stepped into the room."

Kaz scoffed, making you smile. That was the closest thing you'd get to a laugh from him.

You let your playful persona slip as your face blanked, your white eyes staring at him seriously. "Kruge for your thoughts?"

Kaz studied you for a moment, before leaning back in his chair with a sigh. He ran a gloved hand through his slightly messy hair in frustration. "Per Haskell gave away one of two of our storage units for twelve thousand kruge."

Your eyebrows shot up in shock. "Just twelve thousand?"

"Exactly," Kaz huffed. "I'm trying to get it back, but the buyer's refusing. They haven't even moved in yet, and I already told them I can return the money they gave."

Kaz intertwined his fingers with each other, thinking deeply.

His dilemma also put your brain to work, shuffling through the possible solutions.

"Who bought it?" You asked.

"Karlos Drulak," Kaz said. The name sounded familiar to you.

You snapped your fingers, pointing to Kaz's left side. Kaz lifted his cane and moved your finger to point directly at him like you intended.

"Ah thank you," you said before continued. "He's the one who hired the other dude! The one who infiltrated the Dregs."

Kaz perked up slightly at the memory. How could that have slipped from his mind?

"Do you think that him buying our unit can be related to his unknown issue with us?" You wondered aloud.

"That's certainly a possibility," Kaz hummed.

You grinned. "See? Your heartbeat has already slowed."

You stood up, hefting the book you never opened in the office with you. "Well, I'll leave you to your thoughts. I'm sure you can figure it out on your own."

"Are you leaving me because you don't want to brainstorm?" Kaz rose an eyebrow in slight amusement as you made a beeline for the door, your feet having already memorized the layout of the room.

Your chin hooked on your shoulder to give him a view of your grin. "Too much of something is bad. Even thinking."

You gave him a lazy salute as you left, but as you closed the door, you could have sworn you heard a laugh escape the man's lips over the faster beating of his heart.

3. He couldn't lie to you.

Kaz's hearing was muffled from the sound of ringing in his ears. He forced his eyes to open, blinking hard to try and shake away whatever spell unconsciousness casted upon him.

He saw you crouching over him, eyes staring down at his chest, where you had a hand over. You must've revived him.

He felt panic thrum in his veins, his hands moving before he could stop them from slapping your palm away from him.

"Kaz!" Your voice was oddly muffled as he tried to stand up. His bad leg didn't cooperate with his wishes as he fell back down on the rough ground.

He looked back at you, and now you kept a respectable distance from him, your form framed by flame with worry creasing your forehead and pulling the corners of your lips downwards. He barely heard your next words: "Breathe!"

He forced his chest to comply, inhaling the smoky air and exhaling with a cough.

Two more of those, and you held out his cane for him to grab, slightly askew. He hesitated, but grabbed on it, letting you pull him to his feet using his cane. He was swaying on his feet, and you could tell from his slowing heartbeat that he was close to fainting from smoke inhalation.

"I know you don't like being touched, but you can't walk out of here without me helping!" You shouted. You felt pity pinch your chest at the ay Kaz’s heart sped up at that. You didn’t want to force him but you had no choice.

You didn't have time to wait for him to regain his bearings as part of the flaming roof collapsed mere feet away from you two. You flinched at the bang, but you didn't hesitate to sling his arm around your shoulders and drag him out of the room, snatching Kaz's cane and using it as your guide to the entrance right before you felt the flames lick the back of your coat.

Kaz furiously patted the small patch of flame on your back to extinguish it. He felt the water on his waist slowly rising, but he tried to push it down.

It was just you, his Heartrender. He'll be fine.

"C'mon, Jes is waiting for us at the rendezvous," you said, your voice strained from carrying most of Kaz's weight. He tried to walk on his own, to lessen your burden, but his body was too weak for it.

You left the building, Karlos Drulak's brand-new bar. Hey, at least the color of the fumes complimented the brown...?

Jesper caught you two and rushed forward to help, but you stopped him with a single shake of your head. It took a lot for Kaz to just let you keep him upright, what more if Jesper added to that?

You both hobbled as one to a safe distance before Kaz collapsed inside an alleyway. He took deep breaths, trying to fight the black roses of anxiety that bloomed in the corners of his vision.

"Kaz, look at me," you spoke, feeling his heart rate spike, but you weren't sure what you could do to help. "Kaz, what can I do?"

"Talk," He strained. "Distract me."

"Uh — okay, okay," your brain scrambled for some story to pull up, so it decided to bring you a memory from your childhood. "There was a time where I revived a dog of my old neighbor when I was seven years old," you said, your eyes trained on his chest like you can see his heart. "My parents were off to work, so they left me with the neighbor, and his heart just stopped beating. The neighbors didn't know what to do, but I just put a hand on him and willed his heart to beat again. He lived for seven more years after that before he peacefully passed."

"You should have let that dog die," Kaz gasped, but his breaths were slowly evening out. "I hate animals."

You smiled lightly. "Liar."

"How can you tell I'm lying? My heartbeat's already all over the place," Kaz huffed.

"I don't need my power to tell that you're lying," you said, shaking your head fondly. "I know you Kaz. In the years that we've worked together, I got to know you. I know you feed your scraps of food to the strays behind the Crow Club, which is why they keep coming back for more."

"Didn't know anyone noticed," Kaz said, his breaths more symmetrical as his vision cleared.

You laughed. "You really expected me to not notice?" Kaz saw how you hesitated, how your smile faltered before you continued with seriousness lacing your voice. "I always notice when it comes to you."

Kaz sighed, gently grabbing the cane from you and hauling himself to his feet. "Let's go to the Slat. Better make sure that the others know we're alive."

"Wow, you want to tell them you're alive so they don't get worried?" You cooed, walking a few feet beside him and syncing your steps with him. "Soft is a good look on you."

"Shut up, Heartrender," He grumbled, but a small smile broke through his face.

"Your Heartrender," you sang, skipping slightly knowing that he can't deny you from the sudden speed of his heart.

He shook his head, the smile still not leaving his face as you both walked.

His Heartrender indeed.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #crooked kingdom #crooked kingdom x reader

[yeonjune]

⚠️"TOMORROW" Spoilers Alert⚠️

Some spoilers about the songs and stages etc. from Moa's who participated in today's "It's Live" recording. Spoilers are very general, because they had to sign NDA. Please don't read if you want to be surprised xd

Song with a similar vibe to lovesong, emotional, sad, lyrical, more emotional than lovesong, fast-paced "TXT came out with something they are good at." I guess it's the title song. Some said it was a mix of lovesong, run away and farewell neverland omg

Emo rock, trap, and rage blend with hybrid pop kinda style according to the press. The remix ver is an acoustic one.

OP says it was very good, and she wants to hear it again.

Yeonjun has a lot of high notes; beside singing, he's doing singing-rap and rap.

There's a part where Yeonjun and Kai sing high notes together, and it sounds like heaven.

Song with a similar vibe to popping star, less cute, refreshing and rhythmic, more exciting, and something cute about the dance at the end. Soobin has a lot of parts in it, and he sang "really, really, really well" live.

Song that members participated in, and it talks about their story, I'm guessing it's 'miracle'.

Taehyun was wearing a crop top, from what i understand xd They're saying his stomach was showing at all times and that solomons should look forward to it 😂

Hueningkai was super, extra, ultra cute xD

Yeonjun stands out a lot in the album and has a lot of vocal parts.

"Amazing album, performances, and songs, txt kings of kpop."

The title track choreography looks dreamy with some sexy parts. They didn't dace to it, just showed some parts, killing point etc.

"Choi Yeonjun is a genius."

Yeonjun called Beomgyu his darling. In case you wanted to know xD

The vocals were so good, it made OP cry.

A lot of low-register vocals from Beomgyu, OP said it sounds beautiful.

Soobin's falsetto.

Something about Beomgyu's waist lol.

At the end, they gave candies to Moas, shook their hands, and made eye contact.

Yeonjun smells nice xD

#.ay #tomorrow x together #minisode 3: tomorrow #!!!SPOILERS!!! #LOVESONG SISTER? OH IM SAT

[valuunit]

Cornerstone. i

Harry Styles x Reader

Inspired/based by the Arctic Monkeys’ song by the same name.

Content: Fluff to Angsty. Use of people to move on? Really shity environment. Use of Y/n. Use of she/her pronouns, sorry :(

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it. Don’t mind the face claims, they are just for illustrative purposes xd. Also, some dates are mixed up, so the real life time line would be a little bit affected.

3rd person narrator.

2010

Y/n and Harry were their lifetime sweethearts. That’s what everyone around them said.

They were inseparable, always sat next to each other in class when they had the opportunity. Always were their prom date. Always at each others house. Even convince their parents to make last minute changes to their summer vacations, just to be together.

Since they were kids, they had a sweet spot for one another. With the time, their innocent and adorable relationship had evolved into a less platonic one, still very adorable though.

As teenagers do, they started exploring new forms of seeing the world around them, including the relationships they have, re-evaluating everything about them. Including their close friendship, of course.

Harry started watching his friend into a more intense way, you could say. Starting with more superficial stuff like her physique. For example: her face wasn’t so round now, although he kind of misses her puffy red cheeks. Or her new style, with more experimental outfits that make her shine, as well as her body.

But what really made him fell head over heals for her was her new empowerment. When she was younger, she was shy and passive, always giving in for people choices over her. People perceived it as kindness and sweetness, but Harry knew her, knew how sometimes she wanted to speak out loud and protest, but always was afraid of what they will say. Over the course of years of ‘fake it 'till you make it’ and self improvement, she finally doesn’t care about the destructive opinions of other, having a lot of confidence in herself.

On the other hand Y/n also founded herself in a dilemma about Harry Edward Styles. How his sweet personality made her feel loved and wanted, important. How he was in her process of improving her self esteem and always was there to help, not only her, but others. And speaking of physical appearance, he also changed, his jaw was prominent now, he was getting more and more tall everyday.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” his deep voice interrupted her string of thought.

“You know, the immortality of the crab” she put her head back on his shoulder, which shook a little bit as he let out a chuckle. They were watching to the nothing from her bedroom’s window.

“I wanna to tell you something.” Harry’s voice sounded unsure for a second. Y/n raised her head again, watching his eyes, before she could said anything he continued “Please, please promise me that you’re not going to get upset”

“What did you do Styles?” she joked, but he didn’t laughed at that. “ ‘S everything okay?” she asked in a more serious tone.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s alright. It’s just… I-I” he let a pause to reorder his sentence. “We’ve been friend for a long time-”

“Y/n/n! Omg look!” Y/n’s sister entered with no warning. She erupted from the door and practically jumped to the bed, getting between Harry and Y/n.

Her older and only sister was holding her phone with the biggest smile you could see in someone, ear to ear.

“Why’d you look like the Joker?” Y/n laughed, Harry also let out a quiet laugh.

“Shush, look! Oh, hey Harry” the other one greet friendly. Harry only shook his head.

“Am. What am I suppose to look?”asked the younger in the room asked.

“Remember Walter, the guy you gave me advise for?”

“Oh, okay, this is Walt.”

“Yeah, he asked me out!”

“Yep, I see.”

“And all because of you! Than you, thank you!”

“No problem, always here to help, baby girl.” Y/n brushed her fist with her chin giving and wink. Harry wanted to laugh out loud so hard since moment one, but this killed him.

“I should start planning what to wear”

“Definitely!” everyone and everything in that room could see the sarcasm in Y/n’s voice, expect for her sister, apparently. Y/n wasn’t trying to be rude, well, a little, but she was annoyed of always hearing her sister only talking about boys. She could talk about girls also, Y/n thought.

Like her sister entered that’s how she went out of it.

“What were you trying to tell me again? Sorry about her” she directed her eye towards his.

“Uhm, nothing, it was nothing.”

“I don’t think so… tell me.” she began to insist. She was curious.

“No” he said calmly.

“Tell me.” again, this time she got up from the bed.

“No…” he said unsure of her next move.

“Tell… me…” she was getting close to him again, with a pillow, which he didn’t realized when or where did she grab it.

“No…” he let out a nervous chuckle. Getting further into the bed.

“You’re gonna get that attitude with me, huh, Styles?”

“What are you taking’ about” he said laughing.

“Come here.” she also got into the bed, being on top of him. She forgot about the pillow, beginning to tickle Harry. Both giggling, every now and then screaming. Very open to interpretation, to be fair.

“Stop it. Sto-op” he begged laughing, obviously.

“No, ‘till you tell me what were you were about to tell me.” her breathing was heavy, for the laugh and for the activity.

“Agh, all-right” laugh “just let me g-o”

“Okay” she raises from her core, didn’t realizing she still was straddling him.

He let a deep sigh laying in the bed, putting his hands over his forehead looking at the ceiling. That catches Y/n’s full attention. “I’ve been thinking ‘bout a lot of things-“

“What in the hell‘s going on here?”

“For fuck sake!”

“Y/n!”

“Mum!”

“Harry?”

“Mum?”

“Both of you, get out of that bed.”

It was their mothers. Anne and your mum. They were at the fully open door, with dropped jaws. Now they realized the compromising position in which they were found.

“I-It’s not what it lo-looks like” A very flustered Harry stuttered quickly. Y/n rolled her eyes at the sentence.

“What it was supposed to look like?” you muttered.

“Pardon me?” your mum asked. “You, young lady, don’t realize what you were doing? Here, all alone, with a guy, that you-” she stopped herself before speaking more than she should, Y/n also saw what was about to come if she didn’t stop. “A guy. In your bed?”

“Mum, you know Harry. He’s not just ‘a guy’ you know him and you know me, we wouldn’t to anything.”

Anne and Harry remanded in silence. But the looks that the woman was giving her son were scary enough.

“We just want you to be more respectful. Alright?” Your mum breathed.

“Yeah, okay, we know it.” Y/n said.

“Harry, i think’s time to go home, come on.” Anne said going to the other side of the bed, where the younger ones were.

“I, can you give us a minute? please?” Y/n asked.

Both women looked at each other before shaking their head in signal of a yes. They left, but they didn’t fully close the door.

Now the young ones were laughing and laughing and they couldn’t stop.

“I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, in any case i should be thankful.”

“Why?”

“You know, you ‘defended’ me with your mum”

“My mum loves you, what are you taking’ about? She probably loves you more than me. It was just the hotness of the situation, i don’t know.”

“Right. Uhm.” he scratched the back of his neck “i think I have to go, see you later.” he was leaning to give his goodbye cheek kiss when Y/n pulled away shaking her head in disapproval. That made Harry froze.

“Tell me, please, I don’t care if it’s a silly thing, it won’t let me sleep at night” she laughed once again.

“Exactly it’s somethin’ silly, it doesn’t matter.” he shrugged it off.

“Tell. Me. I give you 8 seconds ir i will not talk to you tomorrow at school.”

“Seriously?”

“Mhm.”

“You know how to play, Y/n…” she started counting with her fingers. “Okay, don’t hate me, but…” another second passed by “I-I th-think i’m… in love with you” he started slowly, and the it was light speed, Eminem speed. “No. No.” at this point Y/n wasn’t counting anymore. “That doesn’t sound correct. I- I am in love with you.”

“What?” she muttered.

“I am in love with you… Y/n.” he said watching to the floor.

“Wow- I…” she was in shock, but she could put herself together to say “I am in love with you too, Harry, since like i don’t know so much time…” she was muttering at the beginning and got a bust of confidence in the middle of the sentence.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

The stare at each other for a couple of seconds.

“Then what are we waiting?” Y/n whispered, watching how Harry was leaning towards her.

“Right. Uhm, can I-can I kiss you?” Y/n smiles for a little second for the nervousness of the boy in front of her, she nodded and stand in the tips of her feet, with one hand wrapping sweetly Harry’s cheek and the other was in the nape of his neck.

He has a shit eating grin with the touch, he mimicked the move of the girl, cupping her face with one hand while on the other hand, literally, he let it levitate to her back.

With a clumsy beginning they started a sweet kiss, they understood each other pretty quickly. They wished they could stay like that for a little while, but the knock on the door let them know it could be in another occasion.

“Harry?”

“I’m coming mum…!”

“Go, i’ll see you later.” Y/n encouraged Harry to go giving him a peek, being new to that sensation.

“Yeah. Bye. See. You. At. School.” with every pause he let a kiss on Y/n’s face.

That summer was unforgettable for the both of them. They experienced so many new and exiting things together and apart that made them feel like the wanted to eat the world in one bite. They just had sixteen, but the felt so much older.

Then Harry got signed up for the X Factor by his mum. Y/n was so excited to see him perform his undeniable talent.

And after some months of uncertainty, One Direction was founded. It still was a shock for everyone. Now they were talking about recording an album and selling it and doing a tour, that with luck will be all around the world. That was obviously exiting, right.

To Y/n that was a daydream, even though she has almost nothing to do with the situation. She was exited for Harry.

Harry was as exited as Y/n, but also, thinking a lot about it, he would have to be apart, like completely apart for the people he loved the most for a very long time. He didn’t know any better than his girlfriend, friends and family, so he had to learn.

Harry’s POV

2013

I was stuck in my hotel room doing nothing. I was bored, and I could just easily sneak up into some of the boys’ rooms, but I just wanted some comfort. The type of company that is warming, and home-like.

“Hey, mate.” said Louis entering through the door. He never called me that, we are not 30.

“Hi.” I returned my gaze to the ceiling.

“‘S everything ‘lright? his accent sometimes could become very thick.

“Yeah, all good.”

“Are you sure?” that was not Louis’ voice anymore, it was more high pitched and sweet. I quickly get up knowing that voice perfectly.

“Y/n/n” I run towards her, picking her up while hugging her. God I missed this. I could hear an ‘Ouh’ from her, I almost make us fell over Louis, who was just behind her.

“Sorry Lou” Y/n apologized leaving the embrace for a slight second.

“Ah, ‘s okay, just don’t start fucking in front of me, lovebirds.” he said. “Now, I’ll let you guys catch up. Uh, and Harry, they wan’ us in the back lobby in an hour, don’t be late.”

“Yeah, thanks Louis. See you” We shared a side embrace, since Y/n was in cuddled up in my left arm. She sent a kiss towards him, he catches it and threw it to the trash can, Y/n/n gives him the middle finger.

“Hi.” I said.

“Hello, Mr. Bandana boy.” she smiled passing her hand through my hair, that I was letting grow.

“D’you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Thanks, m’girlfriend asked me to let it grow.” I said sitting down on the edge of the bed, I pulled her between my legs hugging her hips.

“She has such a good taste...” Her hand left soft touches all over my hair.

“I know, she’s a genius”

“I agree with you.”

She was fixated with my hair, I just stared at her while she is distracted.

“Hey” I whisper. She hums in response. “hey…” I drag my try to make her look at me. “Can you give me a kiss?”

“Sure” she says before smiling widely and leaning down to meet my lips. I felt like it was forever since the last time i felt like this, when it was probably less than a month ago. I feel my face warm up, my stomach tightened, i felt like the butterfly on my chest was about to fly out. “I’ve missed you.” Our forehead were together, our eyes looked funny being like this.

“I’ve missed you too.” I laughed.

“I know.”

“Nice” she giggled.

“How have you’ve been?” she sat down next to me.

“I’m ‘kay.”

“Are you sure?” she repeated her first sentence in this room.

“Yeah, and now that you are here with me i’m perfect.”

“You’re so silly sometimes.”

“And you love it.”

“Yeah, I have a thing for goofballs”

“Well, thanks. How have you’ve been? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.” And it was true, with my weird and tight schedule and her university and projects we barely talked outside our daily good morning and good night messages.

“Yeah… but you have me this week, and the next one.” she said kissing my cheeks.

“Oh, I’m so so so lucky” I said exaggerating.

“Okay, then bye” before she could stand up, I hugged her waist pulling her towards me.

“No. You’re trapped now.” I laughed to her mute scream as I pushed her to the big mattress.

“I’m gonna fall off the bed” she exclaimed.

“I got ya, love.”

We stare at each other for a while. But it was enough of the corny stuff.

“Now, let’s make up the time apart.” I shoot an exaggerated wink.

“You have less than 20 minutes, hun” she said sassy.

“I jus’ need 3, don’t worry ‘bout it.” she laughed so hard I laughed at my own joke too, or it was more for her laugh.

Y/n’s POV

2018

“Please, answer…” It was the 7th call in the last hour or so. But nothing. Directly to voice mail.

Then I heard the door of the apartments open. I got into my robe and walked to the loud noise.

First it was the sound of the keys hitting the glass table, then the fight with the shoes to take them of, and the a curse.

“Agh, stupid shit” he said. I was so mad, but seeing him safe was a relief.

“Good morning Harry.” I said. Clearly upset.

“Hello, Y/n.” He said in the same tone before letting out a dumb chuckle, he was drunk.

“Oh, please welcome! D’you need something? A coffee, or an aspirin, maybe?”

“Nah, ‘m alright, thank you.” now he was staggering towards the couch. If I heard that condescending tone one more time…

“Oh, good, good to know you are okay. Thank you very much.”

“Yeh, now, can you let me sleep, please?” Oh god.

I wanted to yell on the spot, but now i was just gonna have no response, so i take a deep breath and went to bed again.

The next morning was like any other one in the past few months, i woke up in an empty bed. I was tired even thought i just woke up. I knew what was coming up, and i didn’t want to step out of the bed.

I was in the bathroom washing my face. Today was the day. I was going to give him the ultimatum.

It’s been months since Live on Tour ended, i supposed that Harry would be enjoying his time home, with his family, friends and, well, me. But it looks like he’s still in the chip of partying and wild rockstar life. At the beginning i was kind of okay with that but when he kept living as if he was single, not in a way of cheating, as far as i know, but neglecting that he has someone that is waiting for him at home, that’s what upsets me.

I’ve been staying up whole nights worried about Harry. He’s not a ‘normal’ guy, he is a world wide known celebrity and most importantly, my fiancé.

I went up to the kitchen counter for a cup of coffee that i definitely needed. I saw a the back of a messy hair sticking out of the couch. He was looking to the nothing, with a cup of coffee, a glass of water and some aspirins on the coffee table.

“Morning’ ” i said calmly. He turned his head in my direction.

“Hello, love.” he said under his breath, i saw a hint of shame in his attitude, i was hoping he understood the meaning behind our fight.

“Are you feeling good?” i asked. He went up from the couch and walk to the counter, right next to me.

“I don’t know how you do it.” he put me into an embrace from my waist. His head was in my neck.

“What’re you taking about?” i giggled lightly, i couldn’t be upset at the moment.

“You know…” he let moment of silence, thinking. “being… patient with me…” he started kissing and biting “and so good, so beautiful… so sexy...” what.

I immediately took off pushing him from his shoulders. I looked at him directly in the eyes, frowning “What?”

“What? What?” he joked. I shook my head saying no and returned my body to face the counter.

“You don’t know why I am upset, do you?” i began to play with the only ring in my finger.

“Are you upset?”

“Yes, Harry, I am upset. Thank you for noticing.”

“Did somethin’ happened at work?” Was he fucking serious?

“Unbelievable.”

“No, wait. Is it because I was out yesterday? Nothin’ happened, it was a band thing.”

“I don’t care about that, Harry. I wouldn’t mind if you drank all the bar or kissed every person out there, ‘cause i’m fucking done.”

“What are you saying’?” his tone had a bit of panic and another bit of anger.

“This Harry. Whatever this turned into.” i couldn’t look at him. “It’s been like, what? Three months, tell me, have we have eat together once, have we even talked more than ten minutes? I don’t know nothing ‘bout your tour, you don’t know nothing about this past months, and you don’t seem interested at all.”

“I’m no interested? What about you! Always stayin’ at home, never wanting to go out.”

“You have never invited me out since you return. Not in a date. Not in one of you funny little night bar adventures, saying that where ‘band things’. Even Sarah invited me over sometimes.”

“Then why didn’t you go?”

“Because if you, my partner, didn’t tell me about it was obvious that you didn’t want me there”

“Of course i wanted you there!”

“Congratulations, i don’t care!” i took a deep breath “I don’t want to fight or yell… I-I don’t think that this is working.” I removed the ring from under the counter.

“Please, tell me it’s not what i’m thinking, you are not giving everything of this up just for some nights out, are you?”

“It’s, not just ‘some nights out’ it’s you neglecting me. I just think if this is gonna be the same every time you tour and i don’t think i could handle it.”

“Then we’ll work on it” he grabbed my hand, the one without a ring on. I’m sure he did noticed, but decided not to comment on it.

“No, you haven’t seen how dysfunctional everything has been since i finished my major?” He shook his head “No you didn’t, you were focused on your album, and i understand, but right now nothing’s stopping you from being here.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll be here”

“Harry… I promised to myself that this would be an ultimatum, i do want to keep being a part of this relationship, i want to do a family with you. But i’m not gonna put my needs and mental peace under the carpet. It’s not worth it, nothing is.” I put the ring on the marble surface. I could hear Harry’s breath began to be faster.

“I understand that, and i promise you that i’m going to fight for this to keep going. Please give me the chance,”

“I’m gonna give it to you.” i simply replied.

“Why are you trying to give me your ring?” he said with shaky voice.

“H… I thought that you would see it. It’s obvious that we are not ready for a compromise as big as it’s being engaged.”

“We’ve been together for eight years, Y/n!”

“Okay, let’s calm down.” I don’t want yelling.

“You don’t want to get married, ‘s that it?”

“Harry.”

“No. It seems so convenient to me that when you’re about to go back to London for that… work opportunity… you magically try to return me this.”

“Harry, that was, like, half a year ago.” I couldn’t believe how quickly he was fucking this up. He looked at me, he was thinking the same. He tried to excuse his comment. “No, i’ve heard enough.” I began to walk trough the house, with him following me immediately. I blasted into the bedroom.

“Wait. Y/n.”

I didn’t responded. I entered into the closet, making sure that i closed it with lock, grabbed a suitcase and began to pack.

“Love”

“Don’t call me that.” I whispered while changing into the first thing that i picked out, a black loose pair of pants and a tank top, not the greatest, not the worst, but i couldn’t care less about that.

Before going out of the closet i picked up my phone, fortunately i had it in my robe’s pocket, as always. I called Nick.

“Y/n/n, please, i’m so sorry. This is exactly what i want to work on.”

“I was about to give you the opportunity, you were the one messin’ it up” I said through the door. Then i opened it, he was sitting in the bed, his elbows in his knees as he passes his hand through his hair, in frustration.

I walked pass him to go to my nightstand, grabbing my journal, my passport and a key.

“W-what’s that?”

“Your new car. Congrats for your album.” I said as dry as i could sound, my childish self wanted that, the hurt in him, like the one he made me feel. I threw the keys to the bed, getting out of there, also hoping that they were enough distraction for him not to reach me out.

I took the elevator until i reached the first floor, on my way down i couldn’t help but started crying, i was about to explote if i didn’t. Then, to get to the ground floor, i used the emergency stairs, exiting the building from the back door.

Just two seconds later there it was Nick, in the black van and his usual suit. “Is everting good, Ms, Y/n?

“Uhm, y…es, thanks.” i said giving him my suitcase.

Then I went to the airport and bought the fist ticket to the UK and fuckin’ go.

twitter !

Kaia @kaikei • 3h

This is clearly a very intimate moment. Leave her alone.

arg 👾 @argusbmd • 2h

and they were getting married????? 😭😭😭😭

sn @oldpanic •3h

i hope they are okay :(

rebb @revelrebecca • 1h

HOLY SHIT I i hust saw her gettting into a plane to th UK

Hssss 🐍 @snakeszs • 2h

Why can’t you just put her name without the [name of the partner]? she is a human on her own.

Part ii

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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P5

a/n; switching around some scenes(and extending the timeline) to make everything feel coherent-I always thought it was odd that Tourney tryouts were in the middle of the school day instead of after school XD along with how the vks spelled Ben their 2nd day of school-so yeah-extending the timeline lololol.

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Audrey and Chad Charming were laughing as they headed out to their lockers to get their books for their next class-pausing as they saw Mal and Evie at their lockers-Mal’s locker was decorated with her graffiti art of her mother's silhouette with the words ‘long live evil’.

“Those kids are trouble.” Chad sneered as he directed Ben’s attention to the trouble-making kids, the two girls simply getting their books out and saying goodbye as Evie went off to chemistry class. Ben just shook his head, smiling a bit. “C’mon Chad, give them a chance.” Ben said, adamant that these vks were worth the effort and would prove him and themselves right.

Audrey scoffed, sliding her sunglasses to the top of her head and taking Ben’s hands, Ben licked his lips and stared at their intertwined hands as Audrey tried to sway Ben into thinking the vks were villains and didn’t deserve to be at Auradon prep. “No offense, Bennybear, you’re just too trusting!” Ben stared at her, already looking done with this conversation as he glanced to the side at Mal. “I know your mom fell in love with a big nasty beast, who turned out to be a prince! But with my mom, the evil fairy-was just the evil fairy….that girl’s mother.” Audrey spat out, glaring at Mal-who was really just minding her own business.

Ben took his hands out of Audrey’s, smiling politely as he shook his head. “I think you’re wrong about them. I’ll see you later.” Audrey sighed, seeing she was getting nowhere with her boyfriend, and slid her sunglasses down, turning on her heel dramatically and storming off, Chad gaping at Ben’s refusal to see the truth.

Ben leaned against the locker next to Mal’s waiting for her to notice he was there. She shut her locker-about to head to math when she noticed the crowned prince grinning at her. “Hey,” Ben said with that smile of his-and Mal smiled back, narrowing her eyes a bit. “Hey.” She muttered, correcting her grip on her mother's spell book and leaning away from the sunshine prince.

“How’s your first day been so far?” Ben asked, still smiling and Mal nodded slowly- she had been surrounded by goodie goodies, way too much sunshine, everyone was smiling, and the constant baby talk from FG all day. She hated it. “Super,” Mal said, and Ben didn’t seem to catch onto her sarcasm. 

He looked to the graffiti on her locker-admiring her skills. “You should really think about taking this talent off the locker and into art class,” Mal just raised her brow-really, art class? “I could uh, sign you up?” Mal’s eyes drew to the squirrelish daughter of FG, who squealed as she passed Mal and went into the halls of Auradon prep.

Bingo-What better way to get to the wand-than the daughter of FG herself? “Way to take the fun outta it” Mal teased with a scrunch of her nose-turning on her heel which made her hair smack Ben in the nose. He got a good whiff of her shampoo and sighed dreamily as she walked away, sliding down his locker.

Oh how doomed was he?

“You are down bad beasty boy,” Ben jolted at the sudden voice, rolling his eyes fondly at you as you appeared next to him-giggling as he shoved you gently. “Only her second day and you’re already planning your wedding? For shame~ you gotta girlfriend mind you.”

Ben hummed, shrugging. “Not really sure if I want to be Audrey’s boyfriend anymore," he mumbled, chuckling as you gasped, pressing your hand to your chest in fake shock. “omg? Beasty! But you two look so in love~ I mean-all those nicknames ~ the way she swoons over your soon-to-be kingness~ and-sorry I can’t-“ you snorted into laughter, Ben laughing with you as he shook his head.

“Yah, I don’t think we’re gonna work out,” Ben muttered, talking about Audrey. He did love her once upon a time-but as the years went by(they had started dating in freshmen year), he realized he never saw her that way. Yes she was beautiful and one of his closest friends-but he couldn’t see a future with her, not as a girlfriend or a possible queen. “And I could say the same thing about you and Harry.” Ben suddenly teased back, laughing as you sputtered, eyes wide behind your sunglasses.

“Hey-what happens between me and that fine mother fucker is between me and the gods, besides-I’m pretty sure he’s got a girl back home, and I’m not one to try and steal.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you leaned against the railing across from Ben. He shrugged, still smirking.

“If you can tease me for Mal, I can tease you for Harry-every time he speaks I can tell you got the shakes,” you rolled your eyes and shook your head, kicking at his ankle. “He’s got a pretty face and voice beasty; not like you didn’t do the same for Mal when you first saw and heard her. Mines just Scottish.” Ben shook his head, pushing off his locker and ruffling your hair. “hey!”

“If I make a move-so do you, deal?” Ben asked, holding out his hand, and you took it-tugging him closer to glare at him. “wha-“

“Look, me and Audrey don’t see eye to eye-but if you don’t break up with her properly, with roses and candy and shit, I will kick your ass personally if I see her crying over your ass because you were stupid. Clear?” you hissed quietly, and Ben was once again reminded; you were fucking scary.

“Crystal.” Ben said, and you let him go, beelining to the bathroom to save Jane’s self-esteem from Mal.

You hoped you hadn’t wasted time with beasty boy.

But it seemed you hadn’t, because as you stepped in-there was Mal, in the middle of doing Jane’s hair-a wave of green magic overcoming Jane’s head as Mal gave a bright(fake) smile, giggling as Jane popped up with flowing brown locks-the bow in her hair much less offensive now.

Jane grinned at herself, no doubt thinking she was prettier now. The bob def hadn’t suited her-but you would be dammed if you let her self-esteem plummet further. You let out a wolf whistle, scaring both Mal and Jane as you stepped into the bathroom-coming up behind Jane and tossing your arm around her shoulders-pushing your cheek into her head.

“Absolutely b-e-a-utiful! Janey~ really, all you needed was a new do, and you’re good as new~” you cheered, booping Jane’s nose as she giggled, her cheeks bright pink. Mal stared at you, glaring a bit-angered you were ruining her new wand plan. “I think Gil would like your hair too,” you whispered, grinning as Jane bit her lip-her eyes almost sparkling at the thought. Oh~ she was gone gone, in only a morning and lunch-she was so down bad for the golden retriever turned human named Gil.

Jane and Gil, not something you had thought of before-but now that you did-it was so damn cute.

“Hey, Mal-“ you turned, smirking as her glowing glare turned curious, “your friend, Evie, does fashion right?” you tugged Jane into your side-gesturing to her pale blue dress that was clearly picked out by FG. “Think she could give Janey a makeover?”

Mal shrugged, snapping her spell book shut-knowing she was beaten and there was no point in attempting to make Jane manipulate FG into getting the wand out and inviting Mal along for the ride. “Dunno, you’d have to ask her. I gotta get to class-bye Jane.”

“Thank you Mal!” Jane quickly called out, Mal simply waving her off as she went off to class; the five-minute bell warning ringing across the school. You smirked behind Jane’s hair at your victory, grabbed Jane’s bag, and led her out of the bathroom-waving her goodbye as she happily went to her next class-playing with her new do the whole way.

“Off to chemistry,” you muttered, bee-lining for it since it was less than 5 minutes to start. You just barely made it, skidding inside the classroom and grinning at Mr. Deley-who glared back. He didn’t like you, you cussed him out more than once and stood up for the students he liked to pick out when he noticed them struggling or unable to focus on his lesson.

He was a dickbag-plain and simple. And like hell were you going to let him bully Evie or Harry today. You quickly took the last open spot in the classroom next to Harry, grinning at him as he gave an amused huff. “Grand entrance lass,” he said, that stupid pretty side smirk on his lips that made you wanna swoon. “fer a second there I thought ye wouldn’t make it.” You waved the notion off, giving a victorious smirk as you did.

“Eh-all the teachers like me so I have some leniency with tardiness…cept him-“ you pointed at Mr. Deley-who was starting class. “he hates me-which is mutual, he’s a dick.” Harry snorted, covering his mouth as Mr. Deley glared back at the two of you. “is there something more interesting than my lesson Mr. Hook? Ms. (l/n)?” he asked and you shook your head, getting out your notebook and chemistry book.

“No sir, we just noticed some broccoli in Chad’s teeth.” Chad panicked and snatched a beaker to look at his teeth-the rest of the class snickering at the action while Harry hiccupped in the middle of his near-quiet laughter.

Oh fuck, he hiccups while he laughs?! Why is that so cute!? You were so fucking doomed aioshduaioshda.

You kept your composure on the outside as Mr. Deley sighed and went back to teaching, Evie admired Chad the whole time as Doug attempted to help her with the class-but she didn’t care much; preferring to stare at the blonde idiot.

Harry was squinting at the board, making frustrated noises as he struggled with what he was supposed to do, which was learning and studying the reaction of the chemicals within the chemistry stand in front of him. You glanced at him-frowning as you spark of red in his eyes. You saw in the notes that he had struggled immensely within Math-not even getting past the first question of the test.

You always had an inkling that he had Dyscalculia, but to see him struggle like this was near heartbreaking. You went to help him but were distracted by Mr. Deley starting his bullshit with Evie-asking her for the atomic weight of silver. “Atomic weight?” Evie asked, a slightly nervous chuckle coming from her. “well, not very much, I mean, it’s an atom right?”

Mr. Deley didn't look impressed as Chad smirked, and Mr. Deley made Evie go up to the blackboard and answer his question. Evie sneakily grabbed the mirror and hid it-asking the question out loud to herself and the mirror answered perfectly in turn. While she did that, you turned back to Harry, tapping the table next to his clenched hand. He glanced at you; his face buried in his hand as sparks of red clouded his ocean-blue eyes.

“Not making any sense?” you asked, pointing down at his paper, he shook his head. “We didn’t have this shit on the isle,” Harry whispered back, he wished Uma was here-she would know how to make this shit make sense.

You nodded, you had already guessed that, taking his paper while Mr. Deley was still distracted and helping Harry as best you could. “Okay, so-ignore the number shit-that’s useless, it’s all about plugging in the correct chemicals and their reactions-just taking notes basically, so-the chemicals were working with today are-“

The red slowly disappeared from Harry’s eyes as you helped him figure out the assignment-speaking softly as you gestured to and from the beakers holding the chemicals and writing down his notes. His eyes drifted to you-tilting his head a bit as you glanced up at the board-seeing Evie toss the chalk to Mr. Deley-telling him not to underestimate a villain again.

You quickly slid Harry’s paper back to him as Mr. Deley sighed and looked around the class-everyone quickly looked back at their assignments as Harry pouted down at his paper-now making just a bit more sense but still frustrating. “Harry,” Harry jumped at the call of his name-not expecting it-banging his elbow on the table as he looked at the teacher. You snapped up to glare at Mr. Deley-first Evie now Harry? Oh, you were going to have some fucking words with FG about this.

“Is your paper more interesting than my class?” Your jaw dropped open as Harry shook his head, pressing his lips together. Mf told everyone to take notes on the reactions and keep to their assignment, and yet there he was-picking out Harry for following his damn instructions. Oh, yes-you were going to have so many words with FG about this mf, he wouldn’t last for another quarter. He wouldn’t last the rest of the day.

 “Then perhaps you could tell me how much salt is in the average human body,” Mr. Deley turned, writing down four number answers and you seethed-knowing all the teachers had received an email about Harry’s possible learning disability-and here this mf was, exploiting it for his own amusement. He turned back to Harry with a smug look-enjoying the panic in Harry’s eyes. “Well?”

“I-“ Harry stuttered, pausing as you grabbed his hand-comforting but not tight-tapping his palm in a rhythm. He realized you were pointing out the answer without letting Mr. Deley know and Harry smirked, leaning up to get a better look at the board, squinting slightly to sell the bit. “Two-hundred n fifty sir, hard ta read yer writing from ‘ere.” Harry said with a bit of snark-squeezing your hand gently as thanks.

You squeezed back and let go, sharing a smirk with him as you pressed send with your other hand-and only a few moments later-the speaker in the corner of the room came to life. “Will Mr. Deley please come to my office immediately? We have an important matter to discuss, his classes are dismissed for the rest of the day” FG said over the intercom, some of the students gasping and whispering among each other as Mr. Deley frowned-wondering what was happening and excused his class a mutter; everyone finished up their notes and packed up.

“I wonder what happened?” Evie asked as she walked out of the class with you, Doug, and Harry, palming the note from Chad in her hand. You grinned, and Doug shivered; knowing that grin. “What did you do?” Doug asked, and Harry furrowed his brows-wondering what you could’ve done to make Deley get called to the headmistress’s office. You held up your phone, showing a message chat with FG, telling her about how Mr. Deley was targeting the villain kids.

“She’s not happy about his treatment of them,” You gestured to Evie and Harry-who looked surprised to see you standing up for them, or FG being mad for them. “That’s not the first time he’s done that either-and not just to the vks, remember Vivian? She had that learning disability and he kept picking on her, and Cali? She had those hearing aids and he accused her of cheating.” Doug cringed-remembering those moments-and they were only two of many.

“I don’t know how he hasn’t been fired,” Doug muttered, crossing his arms as the four of you walked down the halls, Harry and Evie listening intently to the conversation-surprised to hear Mr. Deley was such a dick head. well-not super surprising-but they expected the two of them-plus the other vks-were the only victims.

“Oh-since this isn't his first offense-and he’s been hiding the other offenses-he’s probably being fired-getting his teaching license revoked-and black listed from every school ever~” you cheered-your phone going off at that moment-the jingle of FG’s text tone ringing in your ears. “Speak of the devil,” you stopped in the middle of the hall to cackle, Doug and Evie crowding around your shoulders to look at your phone, Harry peering over your head.

‘Mr. Deley has been fired-thank you for informing me of his cruelty (y/n), please tell Harry and Evie I’m sorry for his actions and they, along with the other villain kids in his class and anyone else he’s been targeting, will have an automatic A for this quarter.’

“Holy shit,” Harry muttered, looking back at you as you laughed, a small smile growing on his face before his attention was stolen by Doug who shook his head and pulled you down the hall. “Okay okay, you’ve successfully got a teacher fired-a bad teacher- but a teacher nonetheless-“ you interrupted Doug by slapping your hand over his mouth and throwing your other hand into the air as you spoke in your most dramatic voice.

“So I say we get a treat in celebration! We have the rest of the period to ourselves, to the kitchen!” you proclaimed, grabbing Doug and dragging him off to the student kitchens, a giggling Evie and Harry close behind; Harry hoped there were cinnamon rolls in the kitchen.

-

An hour and a half later-Harry was sitting on the highest spot of the bleachers, his hands between his knees as he watched Gil, Carlos, and Jay walk out into the field-looking very out of place in bright blues and yellows.

Gil and Jay were easily the biggest dudes on the field-something the coach had been eying them up for, looking very interested in them. Carlos was easily the smallest, wandering about aimlessly as Ben handed him a helmet that looked too big.

“How are they looking so far?” you asked as you sat down next to Harry, handing him a root beer(which he took eagerly) as Harry shrugged. “They’re just startin, but they look so outta place,” Harry chuckled, waving to Gil as he spotted Harry and waved eagerly.

The coach blew his whistle, grabbing the attention of the boys and yelling out to them. “Jay, Ben; offense! Chad, Gil; you’re defense!” the three boys went off to their allocated spots-Jay looking all ready to knock some kids over as he put his helmet on. Carlos just looked lost-something the coach called out. “Hey-hey you, lost boy!” Carlos perked up, tilting his head. “Put your helmet on, get out of the kill zone!”

“Kill zone?” Harry muttered, seeing the long red strip of grass that had two cannons at each end. Carlos shoved his helmet on, following a taller boy with fiery red hair and freckles all over his face. “c’mon laddie, thi’s ‘ay” he said, showing Carlos where he should be standing and putting his helmet on.

Coach blew the whistle again, and the tryout game was on-Ben started with the ball, and you wondered how something so bouncy like that stayed on such a flat piece of wood. But Ben hit the ball to his teammate and shoved one of the defense players over-the two teams separated by blue and yellow.

The cheerleaders at the edge of the bleachers cheered for the boys, Audrey at the front(she was the captain) with her hands on her hips and glaring at the vks. One of the yellow players tried to keep Jay from advancing-but Jay was too stubborn and used to playing rough-easily knocking over the defense and laughing down at him-it had been Chad; whose helmet had been knocked off and now was very disoriented, not expecting to be bowled over like that with such ease.

Jay let out a roar, moving forward and shoving over another defensive player, taking the ball and moving through the kill zone with flips and tricks-years of isle dodging and weaving giving him an edge no one else had.

Gil waited for him on the other side, and Jay slammed into him-Gil didn’t move-taking the ball and bolting back across the kill zone. Harry was on the edge of his seat, watching with wide eyes as Gil ducked and dived over the cannon balls. Jay let out a frustrated groan-chasing after Gil.

“Gil didn’t even flinch at Jay,” you noted and Harry grinned, a feral look in his eyes. “Aye, Gil’s a hard one ta move, stubborn as a mule an’ twice as strong.” Gil bulldozed through several offensive players, bouncing up the ball and passing it to the tall red-head who quickly spun around Jay’s attempt to get the ball back and hit it back to Gil-who smacked it into the net.

Coach and his assistant grinned at each other-they found their star players.

“One more time!” Coach yelled, blowing his whistle again.

Jay huffed, glaring at Gil who stared back-unfazed by the thief. The whistle blew and Jay snatched the ball up-slamming through several offense players and bolting through the skill zone-the players manning the cannons having no time to even get a hit on him.

Carlos yelped as Jay came closer-a feral look to him as he barreled closer to the net. “Jay-it’s me-it’s Carlos!” Carlos screamed, throwing his tourney stick at Jay to hopefully deter him in his panic. When that didn’t work-Carlos dropped to the ground and curled under his shield like a turtle-Jay using it to jump across and get the ball-batting Ben out of the way and scoring.

The only players left standing were Gil and the tall red-head; who took off their helmets and stared at Jay. Gil sighed, shaking his head, turning and helping Ben up. Jay really didn’t know when to slow down sometimes-that was something instilled in Gil by Uma. Wait and listen before striking-that was his motto.

The cheerleaders whooped and jumped, Audrey still huffing at the vks-her face set in disbelief at Jay for being so…selfish during tryouts. Didn’t he know this game was about teamwork?!

Jay scared the goalie out of the net-whooping and doing a victory dance as the other players recovered from their Jay-induced headaches. Gil helped Carlos up, wiping Carlos free of grass stains and dirt, making sure the smaller vk was okay before walking over to the coach after he called Gil and Jay forward.

Harry watched as Jay and Gil stared at the coach-both looking a little confused and concerned for a moment as Coach pointed back at the field-before the Coach beamed. “I call that raw talent! After you get showered come back to me, I’ll show you both something you haven't seen before-called a rule book!”

Gil very much had seen a rule book before, Uma made him one. But he just nodded, smiling as the coach patted his shoulder then Jay’s “Welcome to the team boys,” you stood, gesturing for Harry to follow as the two of you walked down the bleachers to meet up with Gil and congratulate him. Coach looked at Carlos, pursing his lips before asking if Carlos had ever thought about band.

Carlos snorted, rolling his eyes as Ben perked up-patting Carlos’ shoulder. “I’ll work with him, coach.” Ben said, beaming as Coach gave him a once over then shrugged. “All right, let’s run that again!” he blew his whistle and Gil spotted the two of you, waving as you came closer-the tall redhead behind him.

“Did you guys see? I made the team!” Gil cheered, happily taking the water bottle you handed him. “We saw, awesome job Gil,” you said with a hum, making eye contact with Fergus behind Gil. “That was a nice fluke on Jay, by the way, Fergus-think you could use that during Roar or am I gonna hav’ta deal with another loss at regionals.” Fergus stuck his tongue out at you, grinning as you flipped him off.

“Nae mah faut we tint th' lest toornament, blam’ Chad; he was th' a body fa got distracted by Audrey.” Fergus said-Harry noticing his strong accent that was similar to his. “Yer Scottish?” Harry asked, pointing at the red-head, who grinned and nodded, patting his fist to his chest.

“Aye, Fergus ay DunBroch, named efter mah grandpa, son ay Merida. an' ye?” Harry lifted his hook, giving his usual side smirk. “Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook.” Fergus’ eyes lit up and he stepped closer to Harry, who didn’t step back, grinning all the while. You and Gil shared a smile. “He made a friend~” Gil sang, glancing between Fergus and Harry-who were talking quickly and soon their voices were lost to their accents-Gil had never heard it this thick unless he and Harriet were having a shouting match.

“Question,” you asked while Harry and Fergus talked, Fergus saying something about Hook being a ‘doolally’ or something. Harry agreed, laughing. “Isn't his dad, Harry’s, British? how did Harry get to be Scottish?” Gil just shrugged; he really didn’t know. He had just learned to accept it.

“some of the crew are Scottish? I think?” Gil said, rubbing the back of his head, the crew meaning Hook’s crew. “Harriet’s Scottish too, or at least has the accent like Harry does, but…I really don’t know, the isle has a wide range of people-accents and languages from everywhere-so-it’s the toss of a coin for where you get your voice from.” You hummed with a nod, waving Fergus off as he went to go back into tryouts.

“See ya’ ‘arry!” Fergus said as he ran onto the field-Gil waiting a moment to join him as Harry waved back. “See ya Fergus!” Harry turned, seeing Gil’s grin and you chuckling. “you made a friend~” Gil sang, laughing as Harry smacked him with flushed cheeks.

“Nay-I don’ do friends.” Harry hissed, puffing his cheeks as Gil just laughed and went back onto the field, meeting up with Fergus and happily engaging in conversation as the teams converged.

-

About 30 minutes later, the boys had showered and changed, Gil and Jay were waiting for Coach Jenkins while Carlos was with Ben across the field-Ben helping him get ready for their first game of tourney on Sunday.

Jay tore his eyes away from Carlos as Coach sat between him and Gil, two blue and yellow jerseys over his shoulder as he handed a rulebook to them. “here you go, you know-I could really use some tough guys like you. Teams a buncha’ princes, if you know what I mean?” Coach said, grinning as Jay laughed and snapped the rule book shut-Gil still reading. “Tell me about it, it's all-oh after you, old chum. Oh pardon me, did I bump into you~ where we come from-its prepare to die sucker.” Jay ended with a hiss, holding up his fist as Gil snorted, very much agreeing with Jay.

Coach looked a bit concerned, as if only just realizing how dangerous the isle was and realizing why they were so instinctively good at the positions he had slotted them into for tryouts. “yeah, isle’s a tough place to be, tourney’s a breeze compared to the gang fights,” Gil commented, flipping through the book, making coach frown as Jay casually nodded. “got that right Gil,” Jay huffed, pausing as he did. Never thought he’d say that.

“well-“ Coach said, laughing a bit to ease the tension off his shoulders. “you won’t have to worry about gang fights here, or on the field. You’ve got your team, and together you’ll win against the opposing team and win our trophy back.” Jay sneered at the idea of a team while Gil beamed-happily imagining getting that golden trophy that had been missing from its case the last few years.

“I can get that trophy on my own, just watch me-as my father says; it’s all for one, and leave the rest behind.“ Jay said smugly, imagining himself getting through the opposing team by himself and winning single-handedly. Coach shook his head, taking Jay’s shoulder and calming him down. He turned to Gil, tilting his head as Gil continued to read the rule book, noting every little detail he saw. “and what about you?”

Gil beamed-happy to walk about his position on the isle, he glanced down at his golden shell bracelet; remembering Uma. “I’m a part of Uma’s crew, the muscle. I make sure everyone is safe and keep the gross dudes who like to leer at her or any of the girls away. We work together to survive, were a team.” Coach beamed; he wouldn’t have to convince Gil to work together with the team them-Gil already had that down pact.

Jay on the other hand, scoffed. “well, im not a sucker like you” he threw down the rule book, patting his chest harshly. “I’m the only one I need, I’m-“ Coach stopped him, pursing his lips as he tried to figure out how to word everything to Jay. “Jay, let me explain a team to you. A team, is like a family;" Jay huffed, rolling his eyes as he interrupted the coach.

“You do not wanna be at my house at dinner time.” Gil nodded in agreement, and Coach was very concerned again, but pushed on-figuring out another way to word his explanation. “okay-well, a team is like a body, right? The arms, legs, ears! they all need each other to work properly, to be strong. That’s what a team is, different players who play different parts to win. Make sense?” Jay slowly nodded, catching a glimpse of Carlos across the field, doing some running exercises with Ben; then a feral grin came to his face-holding up his fist.

“Can I be the fist?” Jay asked, and Coach laughed, taking Jay’s fist and shaking it about, nodding as Gil asked if he could be the other fist. He handed both a jersey, each having their name on the back.

‘Jay-8’ ‘Gil-3’

They both took them proudly, Gil standing to put on his jersey and admiring it. He was a part of a team again, the protector. He admired the striking blue of the fabric and laughed as Gil put his on, holding up his hand for a high-five. Jay hesitated for a moment then grinned, smacking Gil's hand.

-

“Okay, Carlos, we’re gonna do some sprints. You ready?” Ben asked, nodding back as Carlos gave him a thumbs up and checked his laces, then getting into a crouch and waiting to go at the click of Ben’s watch.

Carlos shot up as he heard the pitter-patter of four feet hitting the grass-turning for a moment to see a small scruffy dog-foaming at the mouth and eyes wild with bloodlust in Carlos mind-bolting towards him. he screamed, taking off like a shot with his survival instincts kicking in-zooming past Ben and into the forest.

Ben was  confused for a moment, then he saw the dog and yelled out to Carlos-running after him after dropping his watch and clipboard. “Carlos!” Ben yelled, sprinting through the forest path and doing his best to follow the sound of Carlos’ screaming and the dogs barking.

He eventually found Carlos in a tree-almost crying from panic with the mutt whining up at him. He had just wanted to play! Ben quickly pushed the mutt back, frowning up at Carlos as he panic-babbled about the dog being a ferocious beast who was going to rip out his throat.

“Who told you that?:” Ben asked, wondering who told Carlos such horror stories about dogs. Carlos took several deep breaths, watching the mutt like a hawk as Ben picked him up with no problem. “my mother,” Carlos said, and Ben furrowed his brows. “Cruella?” Ben asked, and Carlos nodded. “She’s a dog expert-a dog yellerer-why are you holding him he’s going to attack you!” Carlos screeched-realizing Ben had picked the mutt up.

Ben frowned, glancing between the mutt and Carlos. “Carlos, you’ve never actually met a dog before. Have you?” Ben watched as Carlos shook his head, “No-of course not, there’s no dogs on the isle,” Carlos muttered, doing his best to get further up and around the tree-away from the mutt.

The mutt whined-he didn’t mean to scare Carlos, he just wanted to play-he thought they were playing chase! It was one of his favorites. The mutt started to loudly whine, bark, and rumble-something Ben ignored but it caught Carlos’ attention.

He glanced back at the mutt, looking into its deep warm brown eyes as Ben introduced the mutt to Carlos. Dude, the mutt was called. Dude whined, staying perfectly still as Carlos slowly came down from the tree-nervously reaching out to pet Dude.

Dude reached his head into Carlos’ palm, closing his eyes and panting as Carlos slowly started to scratch behind his ears. “Certainly doesn’t look like a vicious, rabid pack animal,” Carlos said, his voice soft and still nervous as Ben smiled, moving Dude into Carlos’ arms. Carlos panicked for a moment, then relaxed as Dude snuggled into him, resting his chin on Carlos’ shoulder and sighing.

“hi,” Carlos said, flinching as Dude gently licked his cheek. “oh-thank-thank you.” Ben smiled sadly, he had never known nor imagined how bad it was for the vks back on the isle. He had seen more of it as the day went on-Harry, Carlos, and Evie all flinched at loud noises, Gil froze at the sound of yelling, Jay was constantly shifting on his feet-his eyes scanning every exit. Mal did the same, her hands usually clenched into fists or curled tight around a leather-bound book.

The path to a happy future in Auradon was going to be a long road for them, but Ben was ready to be there for every step. He smiled, patting Carlos’ shoulder. “I’ll let you two get to know each other-and I’ll see you later, okay?” Carlos nodded, rubbing Dude’s back as Ben turned and left the forest-grinning behind his shoulder as he saw Carlos sit down with Dude in his lap-the mutt happily laying down and cuddling in.

-

Around the same time-you had been wandering around with Doug after tryouts finished-Harry said something about getting his homework done while you went to meet up with Doug to talk about the upcoming group project in English class. You paused as Doug suddenly swerved and jogged off towards the bleachers, sighing as you realized he was heading directly for Evie-who was with Chad.

“time to save the princess from ‘prince charming” you muttered to yourself-jogging after Doug who climbed the bleachers and listened into their conversation. Evie in the middle of asking about the wand and you sighed-honestly how did nobody realize they wanted the wand? They walked about it so much-Mal the most-she mentioned it in practically every other conversation.

Oh, gods, Evie was trying to kiss him-ew ew ew-girl you don’t know where he’s been!!! You gagged quietly, something Doug laughed silently over as you reached over and smacked him, glaring down at Chad as he manipulated Evie into doing his homework in exchange for a date-which really would be Evie only doing his homework and then getting ghosted.

He did that with all the girls. Promise, get his end of the deal, and dip. So much for ‘charming’, you easily bet if his parents know about his behavior-Chad would be grounded for the rest of his life.

Chad walked off, Evie sighing dreamily after him. and Doug took that chance to hop down the bleachers to accidently scare Evie. “I couldn’t help but overhear-“ Doug started, Evie jumping and glaring at him. “are you stalking me!” Evie accused and you jumped down next to Doug-flicking his head-and Evie relaxed. Doug didn’t seem like the dude to do anything, but still. “yes, he is. And stop it-its creepy. Anyway~” you slid between the bleacher seats and landed in front of Evie, wiping your hands on your pants. “Chad’s a creep and a cheater-in more ways than one. You’d be way better off going for any other prince here than his dumbass, he talks to ten girls at a time and ghosts each and every single one of them-the only one he hasn’t ghosted Is Audrey, and she has no interest in him.”

Evie pouted a bit, glancing to the side as she clenched her mirror tightly. But she had to get a prince, and Chad was a prince. If Evie didn’t get a prince with that mother-in-law wing….Evie didn’t even want to think about what her mother would do. You held your hand out-gesturing for Chad’s bag.

Evie furrowed her brows, glancing between the bag and your hand when Doug spoke up, wanting to ease the tension but failing the realize he was ruining the moment. “I too-am interested in fairy godmothers wand,” and with that-Evie’s attention was on Doug and you had lost her. You sighed, letting your arm drop and leaning against one of the support beams, watching as Doug continued to talk.

“Which is another reason I look forward to the coronation,” Evie’s eyes snapped up, and a grin grew on her face. “perhaps we could sit next to each other and discuss its attributes?” Evie licked her lips, stepping close to Doug and resting her hand on his chest. “Are you saying they use it in the coronation?” Evie purred, batting her eyelashes in a way that made Doug lose his breath. He nodded and you held in a laugh, covering your face as Doug asked Evie out and she just smiled, waving you goodbye and skipping off back to the dorms.

“She’s waaaay outta your league Doug,” You chuckled, tossing your arm around his shoulders and leading him away from the bleachers and towards the dorms. He sighed, nodding a bit., “I know, but she’s so pretty!” his face turned pink, remembering the feeling of Evie’s hand on his chest. You laughed, shaking your head. “uh-huh, she is. And you’re stalking her and making her uncomfortable~ so-chill out, attempt just being her friend first and see if anything comes from it~ nice guys may finish last, but creepy fucks get gutted.”

Doug choked on his spit-pausing to hit his chest to free his airway. “Hercules, (y/n), you’re intense.” You just grinned, one that made Doug think of Harry, and waved Doug’s comment off. “Point being,” you continued, nodding towards Evie as she stepped into the dorm building. “Stop being creepy, stop stalking her, and if she asks why you like her-do not say her looks, kapeesh?” Doug nodded, straightening his back and saluting, laughing as you rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead. “Dork-c’mon, snack bar should be open by now.”

-

Harry sighed, running his hand through his already messy hair as he messed with a pencil in his other hand; attempting to get some math homework done. But he-fuck-he could hardly get past the first question; ‘write down the values of a, b, and c in each case then solve the equation using the quadratic formula. Leave the answers to 2 decimal spaces’

What was even the quadratic formula?!?! Why were there letters in the equation-why was this so difficult for him?!

“I’m so fuckin’ stupid,” Harry muttered to himself, dropping his pencil and burying his face in his hands-a burning sensation at his jaw and mind. Why couldn’t he get this? Just why did he struggle this much!? Even Gil could understand this bullcrap and he was as daft as a piece of hay!

So why was Harry having so much trouble?

He had to’ve been stupid, there was no other way-harry sighed, looking back down at his paper-spotting the magic map across from it. It was open and active, showing Harry in his dorm room, alone. Across from him-was your dorm, and you were inside it, sitting at the window.

Harry bit his lip-remembering earlier that day when you helped him out in chemistry-somehow understanding how his brain worked and helping him understand what he needed to do-helped him learn. Harry stood, grabbing his math book and homework and closing the map-whispering the magic words to lock it.

He walked out of his dorm, swallowing down a pit in his throat as he knocked on your door. “Who is it?” you called, the sound of you turning in your rolling chair echoing in the room. “me, Harry.” Harry said, opening the door when you told him to come in.

He paused-jaw dropping at the sight of your room. it was a pirates paradise. On one wall-was a mural of the ocean, at sunset with a ship looming on the horizon and stars above it, two sticking out as the stars of Neverland. On the other wall-were tons of maps of the world and its oceans, treasure maps, blueprints of legendary hips like the black pear and flying dutchman-a pinboard with pictures of the ocean, ships, and treasure.

Harry admired it all, spinning on his heel to get a good look-smiling sheepishly as you giggled, watching him amused. “I guess you like my room?” you teased, standing and making your way over to him, crossing your arms as he nodded, a blush on his cheeks.

“Aye, why can’t my room look like this?” Harry asked, gesturing to the wall of maps-his eyes locking onto a map of the isles of the Caribbean.  You shrugged, you really didn’t have an answer, Auradon prep certainly had the money to customize the rooms, but you customized yours personally after transferring to a boys dorm-the girl's one was just….too bright in your optioning and Ben was all too happy to help you get into the boys dorm wing.(which there was no rule against)

“Yeah, it just-hurt my wallet so much~” you cried, dramatically holding your hand to your chest as Harry laughed. “all of this is my work, or well, came from my money-Ben helped some but- you could ask him or FG to help you customize your dorm room, I’m sure Ben wouldn’t mind.” You said, waving him over to the round desk in your room as you noticed the book and paper in his hand. “So what’s up?”

“I…” Harry hesitated, licking his lips as he handed you his homework. “I need help, I-I can’t do math.” You hummed, looking down at his homework, algebra. It was the bane of existence to anyone who struggled with math, once it clicked it clicked, but for someone like Harry or anyone like him-it never clicked and was a constant frustrating force.

“Yeah, it sucks” you muttered casually, which surprised Harry as you took his pencil and a calculator. “Never clicks for me, so it’s like learning a brand-new thing every day-its why I take Ms. Honey’s focused class, she helps make it a bit easier to learn-you could probably join if you need to- Dyscalculia n all that.” Harry’s mind was whirling-short circuiting as you spoke so casually, as if he wasn’t stupid-as if being bad at math wasn’t him being stupid. Wait-dyscal- “Dys-dyscalculia?” Harry asked, fumbling over the word for a moment.

You nodded, turning to him. “Yeah, it’s a learning disability for numbers, lots of kids have it, it's why Ms. Honey is a teacher specialized in that disability-she helps kids who have trouble understanding numbers and focuses on their learning style so it clicks for them.” Harry just stared, nearly about to cry. There-there was a name for it? He-he wasn’t stupid? He just had a learning disability?

Was that really all it was?

“And-ye think I have it?” Harry asked, pointing at himself, clearing his throat to rid himself of the slight croak to it. You didn’t comment on it, nodding. “Yeah-Ms. Honey noticed you having trouble with math and brought it up to FG, who brought it up with me-since I’m kinda in charge of you and Gil,” That was news to Harry, but he let you continue “So, when you were having trouble in chemistry-it just kinda, solidified that idea, you aren’t stupid, not at all-your brain just goes fuck you to numbers and it’s hard to understand them.”

You turned to him with a smile, one that sent butterflies through his gut. “There’s nothing wrong with you, you just need a different style of teaching to help you understand.” Harry sniffed, nodding slightly as you went back to his homework, sliding it in front of him and showing him your notes from your math studies “Here, you can use my notes-they might make sense to you, I basically just make little cheat codes to help me remember how to plug in the formula’s n all that.”

Harry nodded again, not trusting his voice as he took his pencil back and started to work. As he did-the frustration he felt earlier cleared up-and things started to…well, click. His pencil got faster, a grin slowly appearing on his face as you guided him through his homework-a matching smile on your lips.

“And there you go, you did your math homework~!” you cheered, clapping your hands. Harry let out a short laugh, staring down at the completed worksheet. he did it-he actually did math. “Holy fuck,” he breathed, setting down his pencil and leaning back in his chair-staring at you. “You actually taught me math, how in the hells did ye do tha?” you shrugged, closing his math book and setting the worksheet on top of that. “Dunno, I just taught you the same way I get taught, and it worked. So-yay?”

“Aye, yay,” Harry breathed, still staring at you. You stared back, flushing a bit under his gaze. You were saved by the bell-well, Ben- as he threw open your door, narrowing his eyes at you. “Where is it?” Ben asked, crossing his arms. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he meant. “Where’s what?” you asked, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs. “The compass? I just got a report that It’s missing, and I know you took it. So where’s the compass?” Ben demanded, an amused look in his eyes.

“I didn’t put it back?” you muttered, and then you jumped to your feet-remembering yes, in fact; “I didn’t put it back!” Harry was utterly confused as you ran over to your dresser and dug through the top drawer, pulling out a black octagon compass. Harry’s jaw dropped-he knew that compass-that was-holy shit!

“Is that fuckin Jack Sparrows compass?!” Harry yelped as you ran over to Ben and gave him the compass, grinning sheepishly. “Yep, and this is the seventh time she’s stolen it, and the second time she’s forgotten to put it back.” Ben chastised, poking your forehead and chuckling as you batted his hand away. “You really have to stop stealing it (y/n),”

You just grinned, moving to sit back down next to Harry. “Upgrade your damn security and I might,” Ben just rolled his eyes fondly, pocketing the compass and about to walk out when he seemed to remember something; turning to you with furrowed brows.

“Oh, did you try and steal the wand last night? The report also said the alarm went off.” Harry’s blood went cold, freezing on the spot only to relax as you nodded, leaning on your palm. “yeah, was bored-threw a rock at the barrier, felt like getting that guard on his feet.” You giggled; your grin almost devilish as Harry stared at you.

You definitely weren’t at the museum last night-that was them-the vks-they tried to steal the wand. And yet you covered for them like it was nothing, and you wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Ben just sighed and rolled his eyes. “yeah yeah, upgrade security, see ya (y/n), Harry.” And Ben walked out, closing the door.

Harry just kept staring, letting out a soft huff of air as you winked at him and grabbed his remedial goodness homework. “Let’s get this done too, looks like a bigger headache than math.” Harry laughed, nodding and scooting closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

-

Gil grinned as he walked back to his dorm-grunting as someone ran into him. He gasped as he looked down, seeing Jane on the floor, her books and papers surrounding her. “Jane!” Gil yelped, crouching and gently pulling her up, brushing her long hair out of her face to make sure he didn’t hurt her. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry-“

Jane let out a soft squeak, her face turning red as Gil helped her to her feet. “I’m-I’m fine-really!” Jane squeaked out, clutching her hands into her skirt as Gil leaned down to pick up her books and papers, carefully stacking them and putting them in her arms. “Just a bump-you didn’t hurt me,” Gil nodded, a worried look still on his face, Jane stared up at him-then realized his jersey, gasping excitedly as Gil noticed her hair, grinning as he pointed at it.

“You grew your hair out!” “You joined the tourney team!”

They stared at each other for a moment for their overlapping words then laughed, Gil rubbing the back of his head as he admired Jane’s long locks. “it’s really pretty, your hair,” Gil said, smiling shyly as Jane curled a lock between her fingers. “Thank you,” she whispered, feeling giddy. “congrats on joining the team!”

“Thanks!” Gil beamed, the two staring at each other for a moment before they slowly started to move around. “so uh-I’ll see you later?” Jane nodded, waving Gil goodbye as he went off to his dorm to show Harry his jersey. “Bye Gil,” “Bye Jane~!”

Jane stared after him until he disappeared, spinning around with a squeal and running off-she couldn’t wait to tell you about this!

Gil threw open the door to his dorm room, narrowing his eyes as he noticed Harry’s absence. He turned, going over to your room and opening it, grinning as he saw Harry at your desk with you, finishing up the last of Harry’s homework. You looked up, wolf-whistling with a grin as Gil showed off his jersey. “lookin’ good~!” you cheered, Harry turning and grinning when he saw Gil. “Aye, lookin’ like a bore-adon jock~” Harry teased, cackling as Gil scrunched his hands at him-mimicking squishing Harry’s face. “shut up, not like you won't be one tomorrow after Roar tryouts,” Gil teased back, laughing as Harry gasped dramatically, leaving you to clean up the desk and grab a soda from your mini-fridge.

“how dare ye! I will never be a jock-i am a pirate through and through!”

“I cannot wait to see you squirm in bright ass yellow and blue”

“like ye didn’t at tryouts earlier!”

You watched them amused, sipping at your soda as they bantered, getting a text from an unknown number and opening the new chat.

‘hi, I just got this and the box said it was from Ben, and im not really sure how it works’ ‘but’ ‘Mal said you were interested in me giving Jane a makeover? I can totally do that, for a price of course-material isn’t cheap after all’

Ah-Evie, you quickly entered her number into your phone and texted her back. ‘sweetness, and of course! Does $400 sound good?’

Evie took several moments to respond, and you know she was just staring at her phone-deciding whether to scream or faint.

‘yes-yes that sounds perfect’ ‘im thinking soft pinks and blues-denim maybe? Maybe showing a bit of her tummy?’

You grinned, that sounded perfect.

‘sounds awesome, ill stop by in a bit with Jane to get her measurements and to pay you, sound good?’

‘perfect, see you soon!’

You stood, pocketing your phone and going out to look for Jane, you turned back to Harry and Gil as they stared at you; wondering where you were going. “I’m going out, you guys can stay in here if you want, just don’t break anything-I got games too-“ you pointed at the console below your tv and Gil bolted over to it- while Harry stared at your mini-fridge, knowing you had root beer in there. “Help yourself, see ya!”

Harry stared at your open door for a minute then ran over to your mini-fridge, taking two bottles of root beer and handing one to Gil, standing as he watched Gil turn on your console and picked out a game.

“Infamous second son,” Harry muttered, smirking at the cover art, oh he was going to like this game.

-end of p5-

Whooooo boi, longest one yet I think XD 800+ words too hoped ya like~

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[phoenixcatch7]

Lmaoooo okay so MAJOR story spoilers ahead-

But I just finished the crisis at hyrule castle quest line (after thorough googling that I wasn't going into the final boss, of course) and went back to the landing where everyone gathered to discuss what to do next.

It was all very solemn and thoughtful, everyone theorising and letting it sink in how incredibly dangerous ganon was, and then purah and riju are like 'omg there was a sixth sage maybe we can find whatever they've left behind maybe it can help us' and then Link IMMEDIATELY speaks up like 'oh yeah about that I've already found her. Yeah she's fine she's going to help us. I've also got the master sword too by the way'.

Everyone was SHOOK. I got praise and amazement from all sides. Purah was like 'ALREADY???!! And you didn't think to TELL ME??' it was great.

Never felt more like canon link in my life. I've got a screenshot of everyone's :O?! face. Going to be riding that high for hours XD.

But it's very impressive that I managed to procrastinate so hard I managed to skip about three major plot lines just by squirrelling my way where I'm not supposed to be purely by accident lmao.

#totk spoilers #<- MAJOR ONES #loz #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #loz totk #loz tears of the kingdom #Purah: I can't believe what we're up against. And how hard it must have been! But you're so calm and collected about it! #Me: aw thanks keep talking ^^ #Purah: you're really a wonder link. I'm amazed by what you can do! It's up to us now! Let us help you!! ✌️ #Ngl finding the thunder head heart door was pure. PURE chance. It was night and I couldn't see the arrow head on links bow #Pouring rain and thunder. Somehow managed to blindly claw my way to the top of the ruin and spent ages trying to find out what it was #At the very last second before I left I slipped on the side of the wall and fell all the way down. Straight onto the shrine. #Eventually gathered the hearts and came right back to do the whole thing. No idea it was supposed to be a triggered quest until now LMAO #But fr everyone was so shaken after ganons vision and link was just standing there like 🙄 he's already had a dozen of them XD #'pig man should have gone into theatre. Tryna play me with zelda when I know full well where she is. your precious phantoms were RUBBISH' #Seriously don't worry about the fight if you have the vows and decent armour I posed so silly and took several attacks to the spleen #And it did absolutely NOTHING. Several photos of link with phantoms furious heads in view and I lost MAYBE 3 hearts total. No anti gloom!! #I will say the image of broken doll zelda dissolving into gloom smoke will probably traumatise link but what's one more lol

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ok I just had this cursed thought. If I have to suffer, so do you and your followers if you post this.

Since the Toon Patrol were made in the forties (or possibly sooner), if they managed to live to the modern Era, could they qualify as GILF's?

I'll take my leave now.

NO NO WAIT COME BACK! I LOVE IT! XD

Omg XD

The Toon Patrol's Reaction to being called a Gilf:

Greasy: Do NOT ask him how old he is. He will LIE. He doesn't even care that you're speaking in a sexual sense- referring to your desire to fuck him- he does not want to be considered a grandpa!! No, no. He is "youthful and viral- *Bones crack* goddamnit. Maldice estas articulaciones... Wheezy- Wheezy, I'm stuck again, come here and help me- "

Psycho: "G i l f?... " *Slowly turns to Poppy. He knows exactly what that means and he is not amused by someone thinking of him that way* "Gilf??.. "

She is needs to calm him down immediately, please!!... 😅😅😅 Haha

Smartass: He always acted like an old man- he kinda feels like he's growing into it finally XD (Like Nick Miller in New Girl) Its nice!- He also thinks whoever called him 'Gilf', though, is a little weird. Like, "you want... that's something you want?? Wha- I- just get outta here, you little creep!- jesus christ, cant even be an old man around here anymore."

Stupid: ... "You wanna WHAT me???!" Stupid does not have a problem with getting old, but he is shook you would use that word-

Cuz c'mon. You want to get him in bed?? You gotta romance him a little, first. Take him to dinner, bring him flowers, kiss him (on the cheek) at the door when you drop him off home.

... THEN you can fuck-

Wheezy: "Wh- *Sigh* whatever. Works for me I guess, you funky little wierdo." Has 0 problem with aging or being referred to as GILF. If that means he can still get tail in his 80's then he'll call it an accomplishment 👍

#suffer?? hahahaha... you underestimate my age difference kink-

[jake-g-lockley]

OMFG I NEED STEVEN'S REACTION TO HIS DESI GF CALLING ALL HER INDIAN BESTFRIENDS AND SCREAMING DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD XD

Omg Steven

Poor Steven would be so shook. Imagine thats how hed find out about the queens death too

“OMG DARLING GREAT NEWS”

Steven: “Hmm?”

“THE KELAVI IS DEAD”

Steven: “huh which one”

“LIZZIEEEE”

BUT HES OUR SMART BOY, HE WOULD UNDERSTAND THE SHITE SHES DONE.

Steven would shush me for sure and then slowly warm up to the idea after some deep thought. He probably won’t join my chant 🥹 But he might have his sassy thoughts

THIS WAS ME THIS MORNING THO. I said “LIZZIES DEAD” to my man and he MATCHED MY ENERGY AND STARTED A CHANT WITH ME (did calm me down after a while cuz that man is all about saving lives and im all about taking lives xxx)

As Malaysians, we are very much in need of the cleanse

#STILL DING DONG SHES GONE #steven grant #oppsie lizzie #all the desi people felt the shift before we saw the news ok #jakeglockley asks

[dnofsunshine]

3, 7, and 18!

awww omg tysm, again <333 for the weird questions for writers ask game:

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

i don't... have a routine, i don't think? the first thing i have to do is take my adhd meds. XD usually i have lo-fi going or i write in silence, but i absolutely have to write on my laptop, lol. i got a tablet with a keyboard and i'm struggling to get used to it, so that's why it's cursed. phone writing? nope. cannot. writing on paper?? that's so,,, i can write outlines on paper but??? fic?? uh uh. i absolutely, positively have to have my laptop or i'm screwed lol.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

i love the thrill of sharing it. i also really enjoy going back and re-reading it later, when i'm looking for something specifically tailored to my needs. but mostly i love sharing it, whether it's privately with one of my online friends or on ffn/ao3. feedback gives me lifeee

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

oh dear. XD i wrote this after watching an episode of the anime horimiya, it just screamed Kageyama?? in the episode, one of the mcs, Hori, has a fever and she's wanting someone there, but her mom is always working, so she's alone and she doesn't want to be, but her bf stops by to give her some medicine and she's not lucid, she keeps asking, "Where are you going?" over and over, because she doesn't want to be alone, and i just... i had to write this.

he's drugged from some medicine after a pulled muscle, and he's had a nightmare, and he's at Hinata's. a lovely combo and opportunity for h/c.

here's the passage from a drabble i wrote recently:

“Where are you?” Kageyama repeated, even though Hinata was right in front of him now. Holding him now. “Where are you?”

“I’m right here.” His hands squeezed Kageyama’s forearms in what he hoped was reassurance, attempting to keep the panic out of his voice because what the heck was happening? “I’m right here, Kageyama.”

A whimper fell from Kageyama’s lips: a helpless, vulnerable sound that made Kageyama seem so much younger and smaller than he looked. Something in Hinata’s chest shifted and plummeted, sinking so fast and so hard that it left his body without even giving him time to prepare.

Was Kageyama even lucid?

“Kageyama?” Hinata repeated, soft and careful but so very scared. “Can… can you hear me?”

Kageyama’s head lulled forward, forehead resting against Hinata’s chest. His voice shook as he echoed repeatedly: “Where are you? Where… where are you, Hinata?”

“I’m here,” Hinata whispered, tears swimming in his eyes. “You… you keep asking where I am, but… but what are you really saying, Kageyama?”

this changed a bit in that later, Natsu shows up asking about Kageyama, and she wasn't supposed to, but eh that's how the writer life works XD

(p.s.: this scene also screams takaishida, i may do a takaishida version hehe. what can i say i'm a sucker for the lonely ones with abandonment issues)

#dnofsunshine #ohsomeonelikeme #ask game #weird writer ask game #sheye's rambles #as;lafjdsd omg i got an ask #my writing #my fics #tw abandonment issues #long post #haikyuu!! #hq #digimon #takaishida #this was so fun omg #gosh i talked so much in this omg #sorry abt that

[quinloki]

Omg so I went to drive to my parents to dog sit and on my way there the first three songs were Taylor swift love songs (you are in love/sparks fly/labyrinth)

Like I listen to a lot of her but this is a playlist of over 1000 songs because it’s just my liked songs. I laughed the first time, shook my head at the second one, and said wtf out loud at the third song.

Technology is really monitoring us cause that happening right after I read that birds of a feather chapter…. Wild

Maybe one day I’ll meet a cute puppy doctor but for now I get to play with a cute ‘puppy’ (she’s older but all dogs are puppies to me)

Idk if you like dogs but here’s some puppy tax of Maggie Moo

I had to look up some songs to listen to, but that certainly an amazing coincidence \o/

All puppies are puppies and all kitties are kitties xD \o/ Maggie looks adorable, 11/10 would pet. looks especially smart with that lil' scarf.

#quin answers #kazieai

[nvrtrust-naims]

thinking wow like hmm it was rlly that hard that were gonna get a huge curve mayb or we all just fail !!!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍

anyways the guy i used to be rlly in obsession w talked to me toda n it was… it said a lot

like he was talking n asking me abt this other girl (is he trying to make me jealous ? 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 after he’s been leaving me on read since feb ?? after he legit ignored me n shattered my heart into mayb 10 pieces xD !!!??? he’s a lil silly like whatttt whattt)

erm but mayb im the rizzler bc my legs only shook a little bit 😼 n i didn’t even stutter !!??!??!!!

i think… i think he wants me to think abt him or be jealous or something but uh i don’t care 💀💀 i gave him all the little questions he asked abt her (her age, also he said she goes to his gym !!, oh n he wants to ask her out but she goes to the gym w her dad ??) somehow i don’t care at all

bro i’m so well adjusted i still don’t care 💀💀💀 like i’m fucking giddy

he’s silly n sloppy did he think that was rizz or something 😭 “oh no guys i’m so sad 😢☹️😞😢😣😖😟😟😟😟😖😣☹️🙁🙁☹️☹️😞😞😒 LITERALLY GONNA KILL MYSELF GUYS OMG HE TALKED abt another girl 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NOOOOOO“

how he wants me to think bro ^ embarrassing 💀💀💀

silly. silly n goofy.

he can actually fuck n date n kiss n hurt n break the hearts of whoever he wants bro i’m happy for him tbh

but once again (delusional talk now ->) i’m the real rizzler bc i was eating ice cream ?? (dick symbol) while answering all of his questions calmly but not in a mad way (so he knows that i still think of him as an option kind of, but i’m not jealous n im not in obsession w him anymore !)

awww he thinks i care that he wants to fuck someone ik 🥺

he could fuck any of my friends n i would be straight faced 💀

im so glad idc blehhhh

[bugcatcherwill]

I don’t know why but imagine this is a post botw idea: ashen and tulin are exploring one of the new caves and are attacked by some gloom controlled monsters (gloom works like temporary malice) only to be saved by a friendly horrorblin pack that basically adopt them till their parents or for ashen “parent” pick them up.

This idea came from when I unlocked the horrorblin mask and the interaction basically looked like link got adopted by how much the horrorblin walked over and sniffs at him making look like it’s snuggling/nuzzling with him like he is a baby horrorblin (which I swear link must look like to lynels and moblins when he wears their masks XD)

And the reason I say ashen and tulin is because of their friendship and them being kids probably would get lost in a cave (from my experience with cave like likes tulin has been swallowed and spit out by those things ^^, my best friend didn’t believe but I told her that the travel buddies can be “eaten” but she had a good laugh when I told her it) and run into trouble in it

Omg that idea sounds adorable I really can't wait to write the Tulin and Ashen interactions when Tulin grows up to be baby-that-can-fight-but-still-baby.

I think Ashen would also be a great foil to Tulin since the kid thinks he's invincible and is still a little too overconfident (even though he definitely lives up to it my son can hit so many headshots in-game). So they would have this playful rivalry going on where Tulin hates to lose but Ashen's just Ashen so it loves the competition no matter what.

And God I forgot that the sages can just be eaten by Like-Likes its so funny. My favorite moment was blowing something up and a stray rock just bonked Tulin right in the head and he went flying like a Looney Toons character. I felt bad for laughing but he shook it off like a champ lmao

#ratc ask

[tarnishedxknight]

Mantis shook her head reassuringly when Basch apologized. “No, it is okay.” That was a lie. “It is not your fault.” That was true. “After everything this world and many others have gone through, things no longer really end well for anyone, do they?” That was… what was that? She wasn’t sure if that was a lie or a truth, but she knew the universe had been changed, for the worse, forever. People would struggle to recover from this for many, many generations. No one would ever be overwhelmed with joy again, and if they were, it was an illusion; she had been overjoyed just now, and reality slapped her in the face so hard she saw stars. It served her right for clinging to the hope that life could be anything other than all the death and misery Thanos brought.

She listened when he said he knew the pain of grief and hope. The empath shook her head again. “You do not need to apologize, really. You did not hurt me, my own expectations did. It is not your fault… I am sorry you are familiar with that kind of pain, too.” As full of pain as she was, Mantis felt she had been lucky. She had been frozen in time for five years, missing all the destruction those who were left alive had to face. All the Guardians had been gone except for Rocket and Nebula. But then, they all came back… except for Gamora. They had a second chance at life and she didn’t. Mantis often cried herself to sleep thinking about it. Her friend deserved better.

With a small sigh, Mantis wrung her hands, looking down before her eyes widened when Basch asked what lands the legendary Star-Lord ruled. What? She tried to answer it the best she could. “Um… well, he is from the land of Missouri, but he does not live there. I am not sure if it counts as land, but we reside in Knowhere… and ships Benatar and Bowie. He owns a Zune, too, but we all use it. You know, to make life more bearable, listen to music, dance…” she explained, pretending to know what a Zune was, even though she knew nothing about it other than it was useful to play songs. “Do not worry! I should be able to find Kevin Bacon myself. Thank you.” Things were relatively easy when you could extract information from people’s heads. Her curiosity was sparked after he said he was not native to this land, however. “Where are you from? If you do not mind me asking.” She wasn’t overly familiar with Earth and its places, and to be fair, neither was Quill, since he was eight years old when he left. But she noticed Basch spoke and behaved in a way that was different from other Terrans, so she wasn’t too surprised upon learning the place was new for him. She also wondered if he had been turned to dust and if he felt as left behind as she did. As half of all life did.

(Omg yeah IW is hard to watch. The symbolism in Loki’s death is so well done though; he dies with blue skin because he can’t breathe and red eyes because they’re bleeding, and that’s his true form, blue skin and red eyes. I didn’t notice until his mun pointed it out to me and I was like OHH SHI- I love symbolism. But yeah, FrostBug works? Two green-wearing, dark-haired people with mind manipulation skills, raised away from their species by gods who didn’t really love them, and with himbo brothers. And despite all these parallels they can’t escape the ‘opposites attract’ dynamic XD And YEEES, it’s so cool when your interpretation is appreciated. You’ve told me once or twice that my Mantis is canon for you and it’s so gratifying <3 I would argue that any Mantis written by anyone anywhere is good. It’s Mantis.)

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{Yeah... Loki’s death was rough. I don’t dislike him, but he’s not a favorite of mine... and it still hit so hard, so I can only imagine actual fans of him, oh man. And I didn’t think about the symbolism but now I’ll never be able to unsee it, heh. I also never considered FrostBug before you mentioned it, but I’m so here for it. Add it to my list of never-happened ships that I love, haha. And yes, I stan your Mantis, always. <3 But I agree, the world needs more Mantis in general. I haven’t seen most things she’s in, but the moment she said, “Kick names, take ass” in IW, I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER COMPLETELY. XD I actually gigglesnorted and I loved it. }

“Whether or not 'tis my fault, I am nevertheless... truly sorry,” Basch said sincerely. As Mantis told him that things rarely ended well for anyone nowadays, his eyes fell. “Aye... they seldom do...” he lamented. “I was... not awake when the warlord Thanos brought about his devastating cull upon this world. When I awoke, the people of this time were already struggling to cope with the long-term effects of it, and in truth, of what was done to reverse it as well. The reversal was not perfect, as I understand...” His words were very gentle, respectful, for he wondered if she had lost someone very important to her who had not been returned. It was just a sense he got from her.

He understood, of course, that feeling of disappointment, of one’s stomach dropping so fast they felt ill, to hear that what was lost could never be regained. Basch had lost everyone and everything dear to him, his entire world, his way of life, his identity, his purpose... so he understood how deep the scars that loss carved into a person’s soul could be. “Hope is still worth having,” he said for it was something he believed in fully. Hope and love were Basch’s religion, and no amount of times they had both slapped him in the face would ever shake his faith in them. They were worth believing in. They were. “Even as painful as it is, hope is what keeps the soul alive in times of strife. The pain we feel when hopes are dashed... is only love, denied. And love is never wrong,” he offered, attempting to comfort her. “I take comfort in that, whenever hope causes me pain... for I would not feel such pain if I had not first loved.”

“Alas, I am unfamiliar with the lands of Missouri and Knowhere,” Basch replied, “and I do not know what a Zune is either. Forgive me, I am very much unfamiliar with contemporary cultures and geographic locations. But I do wish you luck in your search for Lord Bacon, and I am sorry I could not be of greater help to you.” He thought she was about to leave, and so he was prepared to wish her well and continue on with his day, when she asked him where he was from. Basch was not certain how to answer that. He knew any answer he might give would only stir up more questions in his mind, but since he had no qualms about answering them...

“I was born in the Republic of Landis, but I lived the majority of my life in the Kingdom of Dalmasca,” he replied. “Both... perished some five thousand years ago.” Or so he’d been told. He’d lived through the destruction of Landis, but the fate of Dalmasca... that he’d found out from his brother, who was an immortal revenant and had lived through all the years that Basch had been in magical slumber. “Magic... caused me to be frozen in time, until recently. I now serve as an Avenger.” He was not certain if any of that would make sense to her since they seemed to be from very different walks of life as far as places and people they knew, but he was truthful nonetheless. He had no reason to lie. “All I have known, many I loved... all lost to antiquity. Gone.” That last word was whispered, emotional. “I may not have experienced the devastation that Thanos brought about, but I understand staggering loss. I live with it each day. So when I say that I am sorry, it is with great understanding and deep commiseration that I say it.”

#main muse: basch #{LORD BACON... I AM DEAD} #{R.I.P. ME 2023}

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- in aaa's red carpet, enhypen took off their masks to proceed on taking pictures but since eunji is wearing a suit dress, she can't put somewhere her mask. it can be seen that heeseung took eunji's mask from her hands and put it into his pocket.

- while receiving their roty award, aespa winter mistakenly took enhypen's trophy instead of their group's. eunji smiled at winter before approaching ningning and congratulate her. ningning also congratulate eunji then tapped her back.

- after bambam delivered his acceptance speech, he went straight at enhypen and shook hands with jungwon. he also called eunji as 'jungkook', she just laughed and bowed at him.

- "we're really grateful and overwhelmed to receive 'rookie of the year' and 'best artist award' on our first time here in aaa. with this prestigious award, we will do our best and work harder as an artist. we'd also like to thank our beloved engenes, bang pd nim, our label mates, staffs, friends and our families. thank you!" eunji delivered her acceptance speech in fluent english after sunghoon.

- eunji clapped her hands in advance when she thought jay was already done with his speech. sunoo, who's just beside eunji, also clapped but not as loud as her. jay just continued his remarks while eunji was praying to be gone at that moment. the others members were doing their best to not laugh due to eunji's embarrassing moment.

engenes' reactions !

- omg sorry eunji but i got secondhand embarrassment XD

- bambam just called eunji "jungkook" lmao

- i bet sunghoon was the first one to make fun of eunji's clapping in advance.

- so sad there's no interaction between i.n and eunji. i'm still rooting for sopa besties interaction 🙏😭

- eunji's reaction when winter took their trophy instead: smiled at her

meanwhile, sunoo: judges winter

- aaah! ningning and eunji interaction! so CUTE! <33

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