#but he made a face when he learned he was a cop hehe

[byler-alarmist]

Ricky 7-Eleven Cashier from Stranger Things Season 3 Episode 5 eating your rainbow Skittles, I just want you to know that I am still looking so disrespectfully

#o ricky king of my convenience store dreams #st3 rewatch #minor characters #stranger things #st tumblr #st 3 #st3 #i think he may have also given hopper the eye lmao #but he made a face when he learned he was a cop hehe #stranger things 3

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 11

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.8k

A/N: Long time no see. June was very hectic for me but I'm back. Enjoy hehe.

Javier got to speak to you again.

That was the first blessing. He thought you’d had enough of him. He assumed you got to say your peace and you two would live these next few months apart, passing acquaintances. So you calling, he felt like that, that was pushing his luck. 

Taking you up to that hill came with no ulterior motive. He just remembered visiting years prior, alone, thinking it was beautiful. A sight like that was deserving of your gaze. 

Javi knew that the night would wax, he knew you. He knows you well, too well. Better than anyone else, and with years apart, even though you’re a bit tougher, he still knows who you are. Javier knew the second you called him that he was on your mind, that 1980 was on your mind. 

Yet, your question blindsided him. 

If he had stayed, they’d be together. No doubt in his mind. Well, Javier would have tried but knowing your shy self you might have cried and tried to avoid him until he graduated.  But Javi knew him and Lorraine would have been over sooner. Javi also felt like he would have had enough time to let your brother get over the fact that maybe his sister could make a decision on her own. You doubted that though, he knew even now. He thinks if he got down on one knee right now, you’d still feel like it was all some sort of temporary blip in Javier’s waxing and waning emotions. 

He acted quickly, he kissed you. He was fully expecting you to push him away, maybe smack him. But you didn’t. Blessing. 

Your hands gripping his waist pulling him in was new. You demanding, you grabbing, you. It was new. And your little breathless noises. 

Andrea, Andrea, Andrea.

Is all that circled his mind when he sat you in his car, to eat you. He’s a bit shocked with himself, you’ve been his little Andrea, he hated the idea of someone seeing you intimately. Yet, he spreads you open and falls between your legs in a public space. Having to use his own broad shoulder to cover you. How perfect his head fit between your legs, made for him, he knew it. 

You were sweet, of course. Never doubted how delicious you’d taste, never doubted how pretty your cunt would be. Leaky and puffy, Jesus christ. A lot more pornographic than he imagined, have you been hiding this from me Andrea? 

Just the sight of your fingers hooked, pulling your panties to the side. Your moans, they were so whiny, like a virgin. Like you’ve never been licked there. He had never experienced a reaction like that. You couldn’t even hold yourself upright. If he wasn’t so focused on how you folded over in bliss, he’d have more of an ego stroke. 

Right…

Javier was going to kill that loser. That loser that convinced you that your own pleasure was just an add on to sex, not necessary. 

And if it weren’t for that stupid fucking cop, that Javier knew (which scared you, he could tell), if it weren’t for that stupid cop. 

Javier took you home while you sat in his passenger seat, on edge, wondering if he should just reach over and finish the job. Javier learned a lot of self control in Houston. You weren’t a part of that training. Because if he decided to lift your dress and touch you until you came on his hands— you would have ended up bent over in the back seat. 

And you deserved a bit more than that— well not at least during your first time being intimate. 

Hard, aching, Javier had to readjust the weight in his jeans a few times while he drove you home. 

Shutting off his lights as he approached your street, you unbuckle. Unsure of how you say bye after letting him tongue fuck you in his truck. You place on his thigh and squeeze, 

“see you soon.”

And you hopped off the car, leaving Javier breathless just from one touch. He watches you, makes sure you climb your window safely.

Javier drives away just to stop a few feet from your house, head pressed against his steering wheel with his hand fisting the hardness you left, hoping you went back to your room and touched yourself. Imagining you making that cute little scrunched up face with your own fingers.

Feeling like a total fucking creep Javier sleeps in his bed 30 minutes later. 

Waking up in your dorm was waking up to silence. Shockingly. Your roommate, Jenna, was very considerate. She’d wake up an hour earlier than you and slip out of the room, you never heard. She never startled you, the sound of the suite sink as she brushed her teeth faded into your dreams. 

Eh. Not so much in Laredo.

Marisol is crawling in your hallway, scratching at your door like a little cat. Your mama banging pots in the kitchen blasting Hector Lavoe, which who you like, but like… at 11 am?

You press your head into your pillow, adjusting to the sunlight through your window and the sudden noise flooding your space. You stay like that for a few seconds, face smushed and reeling in life. You sat up slowly, your blanket was half on you and half on the floor. 

Your knees curl up to your chest and you rub your eyes, groaning, leaning with your own body swaying. 

Then you’re awake, like super fucking awake. Your eyes pop open when you adjust to the sight that is your bare legs and a dark brownish purple mark on your inner thigh. The image of Javier’s lustful eyes and wet lips between your legs jolts you to your feet. 

Or maybe it was your mom calling you from the kitchen. 

You reach down to grab the panties you had discarded when you realize you physically couldn't sleep with how turned on you were. Your pillow had a small wet mark from your open mouth, who are you? The sleep shorts come next and you open your door. 

Your baby sister is sitting directly next to your room door with a foot in her mouth. You screw your eyes shut and shake your head in disapproval at her. You scoop her up with one arm. “What're you doing crazy?” She babbles and puts her hand in her mouth instead. Gnawing at her chubby fingers with her toothless grin.

 Truthfully, you had been quite satisfied with it just being you and Frankie. You could care less about having a younger sibling. But now that marisol is around, you had no idea what you were missing.

And the age gap is immaculate. You're old enough to be her mother, you get to enjoy her in the same way grandparents get to enjoy their grandkids. You would die for her and love her more than anything, but you can hand her back to your mom when you're ready. You like taking care of her a bit too much, you fear that if you ever get pregnant, you’ll never be able to stop having children. You look to her again as you walk down the stairs and kiss her head.

As expected, Melissa Diaz is cooking, well shes frying. At 11 am, your face screws up and you place Marisol in her high chair. “Mami, it's really early, what are you doing?” Your eyes scan the home, double checking that theres no unexpected guests in the house. 

She’s fully dressed, a long denim skirt with a yellow top tucked into the waist. Her hair

pulled up in a ponytail. She smelled like usual, hair mousse and that classic warm and amber smell of Obsession by Calvin Klein. Now that you think about it, Marisol was also fully dressed in sandals and a dress. Your mama looks over her shoulder, with a hand on her hip.

 “Andrea, get ready. The Lopez’s are having their memorial day barbeque.” She points to the tin tray of sorullitos, your brows shoot high. 

“Which Lopez’s?” You cross your arms, eyes flitting to Marisol who is teething on her hand again. You take a few steps to the freezer, pulling out her teething toy and handing it to her. She babbles, what you’d like to think is a thank you, and shoves the blue and purple ring in her mouth.  

Your mouth lets out a small groan as a popping of oil lands on her brow. “Xavier’s family– which if you weren't so… you, you'd be married to by now.” She shakes her head, rubbing her brow and mutters, Andrea Lopez fits, and that military benefit. 

You shut your eyes in annoyance and decide not to let this comment fly, “So me?” You ask, cocking a brow at the back of her head, she snaps her head at you, the audacity you had to speak back. The oil pops from behind her as she crosses her arms, eyeing you up and down. 

“You obviously aren't ready or fit to be a wife, you knew he wanted to court you and you broke up with him.” She shakes her head and it comes as a gut punch. By the time you split you hadn't known that Xavier asked your mother for her blessing. You knew everyone married young out here but you would've broken his heart if he’d asked. It was a no. 

“I split with him because he was a bad boyfriend.” 

“Oh please.” She mutters before turning around to scoop the cheesy corn meal from the oil. 

Letting out a shaking breath you decide to not continue this further, you weren’t in the mood.

Just a few hours later you're leaned over, detaching your sister from her car seat as your mother juggles her tray. You haven't really spoken to her since this morning. You went up to your room and picked out an outfit anyway. You knew your mother couldn't entertain and control marisol simultaneously. James was out at the high school training teachers for this coming fall so Melissa was left alone.

You grab your sister, and your tank top strap falls with it. You let out a frustrated breath and close the car door with a hip bump.

“Chucho!” Your mom squeaks from behind you and you turn fully, meeting the eyes of Javier.

Your mouth falls open a bit at the sight. He gets you every time, he’s got that look to always make your stomach flip like a schoolgirl. His tanned self, his hair a bit messier this morning. Finger combed, and his stance broad while he takes a curious look at you.

“Let me help you,” Chucho exclaims, stepping towards you. You blink a few times, a bit confused by him-until your sister is being pulled from your arms. “Oh-okay, thank you.” 

You mutter, your lips are still slightly parted. Javier wasn’t dressed like usual, it was a rare sight. Just a camo green t-shirt and black pants. No jacket, no collar. You could see his soft belly through his shirt and Jesus Christ you’re still staring. And so is he. Your parents are completely cut from your hearing, your cheeks heat with a wave of shyness. 

Get a grip, he had his head between your legs like 12 hours ago. 

“Javi, ¿Estás prestando atención?” Chucho cuts, and Javier’s eyes shoot to his father. His left hand sporting his watch reaches the back of his head with a confused scratch. “I said let’s go, Mrs. Lopez says lots of people from your graduating class will be there, should be a good time to mingle. After we help with that grill” 

He was blushing.

Your eyes snap to your feet with a smile, you bite it back. Looking up to your mom, making sure she hadn’t caught on. Fuck, the two of you were already horrible at this. Blushing like idiots in each other's presence. You can’t begin to imagine if you made this a routine, everyone would catch on. You follow behind Chucho and your mom when they begin to walk. Down the street to the left, it was where Xavier’s family had their 2 story home with the large front yard. Tables and American flags come to view quickly. So does the three men struggling with the grill. 

“My dad didn’t tell me it was his family's party.” Javier murmurs next to you. His arms still crossed as you two trailed a few feet behind your parents. Your eyes flick to his bicep bulging through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. Your fingers flex at your side at the thought of sneaking your hand under his arm to hold him while you walk. 

What that fuck has gotten into you?

Shaking your head, you approach the grass, “Trust me, I'm not too thrilled.”  Those former classmates sat in a small cluster of chairs, your throat gets tight at the thought. Knowing your mother, she’ll disappear just to make you sit with them. Would it look weird to sit alone in that empty table just with Javier? 

When Xav’s box dyed mother comes clacking in her heels you almost jump to hold onto Javier at the sight. Just lovely. 

 Mrs. López loves you for her son, reminds you every time you bump into her, reminds you he’s still single and looking. You always give a sweet laugh and say you have to go. Javier’s eyes flash to you at your startled reaction. Or so you thought. 

Through the fiery red teased hair and Betsey Johnson tacos, you missed her son to her left. Xavier stood there in uniform again, eyes focused on your mother as she probably complim

ents him. You feel Javier step a bit closer to you. After last night, you’re surprised Javier hasn’t lunged at the boy.  Xavier straightens up after his gaze lands on you and Javier. 

Chucho and your mom are chatting, as they walk down to the tables accompanied with Laredos very best home cooked meals and not two, but five coolers packed with Coronas. 

“Javi and Andrea, glad you two could come.” He smiles, you remembered Monica calling him the most American-Mexican-American she’s ever met. Nicknaming him, Andreas gringo boyfriend. You watch as Xavs gaze scans Javier’s body, sizing him up. You hated to compare but…

Heat lifts off your skin when he pulls your body in for a hug, hearing Javier’s shoe crunch from next to you as he steps forward. Your smile fades, wishing you had just stayed home. 

You let go and give your ex another thin lipped smile. 

“Yeah, um, where should we sit?” You ask as awkwardly as possible. If it wasn’t obvious that you did not want to hug him, it was obvious now. 

He ignores you completely and extends a hand out to Javi. “Good seeing you again.” 

Petrified, you stare as Javier burns through his hand. Xavier’s hand still in the air, waiting for Javi to shake his hand. Your wide eyes snap towards Javi’s face, but it’s stoic. Just a small quick jaw clench, before he’s walking past Xavier.

Your ex’s brows pull together, “Oh my god- I’m sorry—Javi!” You call frantically, your face bright red, as Javier walks away.. Your mortified face drops at that and you look back at Xavier, apologizing again for your ill mannered friend. 

Oh god, is it still fair to call him your friend? His face was literally covered in your— 

“Going to fix the grill, enjoy yourself.” 

Your brows pull tighter and Xavier shakes his head in shock. 

You aren’t enjoying yourself. At all. 

For starters, Xavier somehow convinced you to sit with his friends. The ones from high school. People you knew in passing and couldn’t care enough to get to know. And Josefina was there, that was awkward for you. Not for her since of course—she had no fucking clue what you had done the night before. 

Secondly, Javier was only like 7 feet behind you. 

Sitting on white cookout chairs in a circle, you could feel the heat of the grill. You could also feel Javier's presence. Not once did he come back over to you. He just crowded the grill. And shamefully, you caught yourself turning in your seat to check on him every few minutes. 

The first turn, his ear was being talked off by Xavier’s uncle, something in Spanish about the grill acting up.  

The 2nd turn, he was grilling. Your eyes snapped back to the group as they chatted about old high school drama. You were listening in because no matter how old you got, no one’s above a little high school chisme. After Josefinas entire breakdown of the homecoming incident, (there was a huge brawl on homecoming night in 1982) you look to Javi again, praying he sees you this time. But this time, Ms. Mochado had her hand around his crossed arms, laughing hysterically. You were close enough to hear his conversation if you focused hard enough. You heard the questions about the DEA, but you weren’t close enough to hear what made her laugh so hard, hard enough to grab his arm.

You screw her face up and straighten up, he’s not even that funny, and isn’t she 40?

Josefina is sitting closest to you and turns her body fully towards you. Your cheeks warm, being face to face with Javier’s recent rendezvous. She has her hair out, wearing a flowing sundress, blue. Her tongue laps over her bottom lip, “I saw you at the corner store the other day, you left so fast I was scared you overheard my conversation.” 

“You’ve told everyone already Josie…” Donald laughs, passing his beer opener attached to his keys to Kristina. “He must have told you too Andrea.”

You scrunch your face up and shake your head, “I did hear, at the store I mean.”

Josefina and Luana both laugh at each other. As you confirmed their theory. 

 Dangerous conversation, you think, Javier is just a few feet away and they seem not to care as they speak at the same blistering volume they did at the corner store 3 days ago. You start to feel that familiar sinking you felt back in high school when people would gossip about Javi around you, the girls continue. Luana looks behind you, at Javi and then leans in. “ I mean, you two are close. He was a playboy before Lorraine, it was like his thing. Every girl before her was a one time thing, and I guess after her too.” 

Josefina nods, “Yep! He hasnt even said hi to me, isnt that just fucked up?” Her black hair blows in her face with the breeze as she's turned to you, you just sit unable to speak. Unable to think straight. “I know you two are close, set that boundary now, I wouldn't put it above him to ditch you too.” She tuts and sits straight, moving her hair to one shoulder, the wind blows anyway.

A strange wave of sadness moves through your body still sore from Javier’s grip on your thighs. Your eyes fall to your lap and you take the back seat for a bit, shutting down as the rest of the friends chatted. Regret causing a pang in your chest. You and Javi hadn’t really talked everything through and somehow you’ve already been intimate. You’d love to believe he wouldn't do that to you, but you look over your shoulder and are reminded that he has been ignoring you this whole time. 

Wanting to reach out to him, and wanting to leave all together, you hadn't even noticed that everyone seemed to still be on the topic of Javier while he was so close. 

Xavier’s voice cuts and your face stills. “So what’s good with your friend Javi?” The whole group is staring now. Josefina, Junior, Donald, Kristina and of course Luana. Your brows raise and suddenly your arms are insecurely covering your torso. 

Your brows pull tightly, feeling as if all of a sudden Javier is listening in on your conversation. “What do you mean?”

They all look at each other with amused faces, “C’mon Andrea, we all watched him storm off.” Junior laughs, moving his beer with his hand movements.

You’re a bit stumped. How to explain to your ex and his friends that you hooked up with Javier Peña and he’s been pissy since. Or maybe you can voice your speculations—

Well last night Javier was eating me out and Xavier, I was just reminded of all the times you acted repulsed about my body and I sort of projected that onto Javier… who by the way, was the guy I envisioned the few times I actually came when we had sex. And I just made the whole thing awkward so now he’s forced to be in close proximity to you and he much rather be burned and charred by the grill than be in your presence for a moment longer. 

That’s why he rejected your hand shake.

But you don’t say anything, you’re frozen. Your cheeks flush. Xavier says anyway, 

“Obviously lost his southern hospitality when he moved to that big city.”

Luana chokes out a laugh, “Probs still upset over Lorraine leaving him.” Josefina slaps Lu’s shoulder and she rolls her eyes. You want to get up and leave without making a scene so instead you speak. It was bold of them. To talk about him in this way in front of you, and so close to him. Its fucking rude. So much for southern hospitality. Javi wasn’t by any means rude to any of these people, well of course Javier wasn't the sweetest guy out there but he wasn’t what they talked him up to be. 

It was rude to you too. You felt a personal sting at the comments, even if right now you and Javi weren’t on speaking terms, he is your brother's best friend, and as strange as it sounds he’s familial, a family friend. You’d pick him over any of these people any day, you’d like to think he’d do the same. You came here with him for christ’s sake. 

“Maybe he just doesn’t like you guys.” 

All their laughing eyes snap to yours in confusion. Josefinas nostrils flare with that and Xavier’s eyes narrow at you. You clutch your beer, feeling maybe you shouldn’t have worded it in that way. If it weren’t for the music coming from the boom box next to the grill, it would be dead silent.

Your ex leans forward a bit in his seat with that same look of skepticism. “When we were together you used to say you hated him? Now he’s back and… you’re his biggest supporter . So what changed Andrea?” 

Your brows shoot high at his audacity, Kristina and Donald make shocked faces, acting as if Xavier just dropped some bomb of information. 

“We had an issue before he left. It’s over now. Even if we still had issues— doesn’t matter.” You lean forward in your seat, mirroring him. You weren’t fucking scared of the 5’5 boy trying to impress his high school friends. 

“An issue you used to cry over if I asked.” He hisses. Earning a warning glance from the girls. Cálmate Xavi! Kristina mutters. You swallow thickly, feeling winded by the comment. Hand gripping the slippery drink. 

 You remembered when you two first started dating. He’d ask about Javier and you almost always felt your eyes well and your chin quiver. You don’t know why, people would ask you about him all the time and you’d answer without a lick of emotion flooding. But when your boyfriend asked, you were always struck with an unbearable feeling of guilt, shame, discomfort. You always cried a I’m not crying sort of cry. A tear wiping sob, one that felt embarrassing and shameful. You kept a still face, afraid that if you made an movement you’d cry. Xavier doesn’t let up. “Am I wrong Andrea?”

And you felt like that now. That shame, guilt and discomfort. Your chest rising quickly, and flushed in a new way. The entire group is silent, you’d love to say thank fuck, but not when this was the circumstances. And everyone stills.

“Let’s go.” 

All eyes are wide and peeled behind you. You turn to face the voice, unable to process Javier’s stare on your ex boyfriend. You stutter in confusion, “W-what?” 

Javi looks down at you with the same glare he gave Xavier and walks to the left of your chair, hand engulfing your forearm to force you to stand. Your eyes stay wide as you look at his hold and back at him. You hadn’t noticed the white plastic chair falling back at his pull. Xavier shakes his head with a petty smile. Of course, he mutters and Javi doesn’t pay mind. He just begins to walk, still holding you with a possessive grip. 

Your head snaps to wherever your mom was but your vision couldn’t adjust in time before you’re focusing on your own hurrying steps to match his quick strides until you are out of sight of the house and down the street. 

Javier is furious, he’s been muttering curses and complaints. And he still holds you even though you were two houses down. Your hand quickly moves to his hold and wince, pushing him away. “What’s your issue!?” You pause and he does too, reaching to rub your arm better but you step backward. 

Javi shakes his head, hand rubbing the bridge of his nose, his eyes tracing over your small frame. He wanted to grab you up and just take you home with him, he hated it. Hearing you defend him, staring at the back of your head as you bickered with them about him. How he could imagine your flushed face when your ex boyfriend hit you lowly with the crying comment. 

That pushed it for Javier. He remembered in high school, thinking that he’d punish himself endlessly if he ever made you upset. He’d take care of you, hold you, do whatever you wanted if it meant forgiving him for making you unhappy. He had to ask Ms. Mochado to excuse him when he heard how quiet you had gotten after the jab. Javier’s own fists clenching before stalking to your seat to grab you. 

He fucking hated it all, despised hearing you stumble over your words to protect him. And now you’re stood in front of him with your sweet face of concern, your thinned brows pulled together and a frown. Self control. It was taking so much to not get ahold of your face and kiss you like he did last night. 

“I-we can’t do what we did last night… again.”

 Javier did that often. Never completed his thoughts and spoke with the results before fully understanding his reasoning. Your frown twitches with confusion, probably wondering where all of this was coming from. 

Your chest fills with dread, wrong, you had already felt that trepidation the second the cop caught you. It scared the shit out of you, and you know it scared him even more. Shamed him, felt so wrong to do something so right. Staring up at him, he has that unreadable face like always. You let your gaze fall and exhale, “why?”

He exhales and shuts his eyes, “You know why.”

You look to him now and he's looking away. His head turned towards the house to our left, a blue one with a black dutch roof, his jaw is tight, trying his best not to look at you. You stare, burning an angry look through him. Josefina’s words setting aflame in your brain and traveling down your throat in a break, “is-is that all? Is that why you pulled me out here?” His eyes snap back to your own, his mustache twitching along with his lip. The loose curls of his hair moving slightly with the rare May breeze. He watches your lips as they part, waiting for him to respond. 

He sighs again, “will you let me kiss you again?” 

You blink in disbelief, he cannot be serious right now. Your shock doesnt stop your body from reacting in the way it did, hot and pitted. You could almost laugh, his most Javier Peña request.

“Do you enjoy this Javi?” You ask, headstrong now that you know he’s just as conflicted. 

His lips quirk in a smile, “Enjoy what?”

“Stringing me along, do you enjoy it?” Your smile falls and startles the poor thing. 

“Andrea,” He warns but you step closer. Your hands grazing his at his side, your digits flattening over the tops of his hands until he can't stand it. Javier swiftly grabs your hands, his own thick fingers moving to tighten on your wrists and pull. You're tripping over your own feet and pressed into him fully, close enough to be caught.

You giggle slightly, tilting your head into his chest, “We have to be careful Javi, you know you’re being really risky right now.” You feel his chest vibrate with an annoyed grunt and his coming between you to cup your jaw, his thumb and pointer forcing your lips in a pout before smiling at your face in this position.

He tilts his head slightly, “Yeah?” 

You attempt to frown, through squished cheeks, “Don’t be mean.”

His brows quirk in fake sympathy, mocking you a bit with his screwed expression before forcing your wet lips to his own mouth with a pull. A firm possessive press with a taste of the beer that he had in his hand half an hour ago. Your cheeks warm in the same way they did when he’d simply compliment you when you were young. Your stomach flutters at just the mere thought of Javier holding you in this way. The kissing being sweet and chaste fills you with a quick feeling of dread with a mix of daydreams. 

Still holding your face after pulling away he shakes his head in disbelief, “What am I going to do with you?”. Your brows screw and you move to pull on his wrist, your eyes scanning the street again, making sure no one had gone looking for you two. Holding his wrist still, you look to him again, still with a pulled face. 

“We are going to be careful, that's what we will do Javi.” You shoot, no longer nervous if he’ll accept, even if it just meant stolen kisses and looks, you feel this time around he’ll want to share that with you. You wanted that for a while, you had been willing to be his secret years ago, you're sure you would keep it up forever if it meant having him to yourself. 

Javier looks at you with that same regard he did after every time he’s kissed you, like hes threatening you with another. After a silence he does finally speak, “I leave in a few months again… I-I don’t want you to-I” He sighs in frustration and mutters a small curse, your hold on his wrist tightens, hoping he interprets it as reassurance. He does, “I’m going to be gone for good probably, or at least longer than before.”

Your heart chips at the reminder, but you know it all too well. Leaving, you've grown accustomed to it. You hoped that maybe this time your heart will be strong enough to take him leaving after potentially having him to yourself. Even if your heart wast strong enough for what's to come, you will take the chance anyway. 

“You've always been someone who leaves Javi, I’ll be okay this time.”

His brows quirk and his eyes fall and you fear for a moment that you might’ve hurt him, but he grabs your face just as quickly and kisses you better.

You wait by Chucho’s truck while Javier tells your mom that you weren't feeling well and asking if his dad could be taken home by your mom. Which you knew would come with an of course Javi, but you couldn't help but mutter to Javier how suspicious they’re being already. You stand by the driver's side door, practicing in your head how to fake being sickly if your mom wants to come check you yourself. Which, you were very doubtful she would care. She was still upset with you from the morning which was quite silly considering you were the one that was berated. 

Just when you were starting to feel anxious about all of this you see Javier walking down the street with a case of beer and two ginger-ales in his hands. And the smuggest look of all time. You smile and shake your head at his display, “Ale for your poor tummy ache, your mama insisted.” He crowds you by the car door, handing you the two cans, the cold contact waking you for a moment before realizing others could see you now. You give him a thin lipped smile and walk around the car and hop in. 

He starts the car, giving another glance at the party. You look too, opening a can while you're at it, the group still sat in the same way, your chair still empty. You shake your head and stare back down at your lap, realizing you were in a very interesting position in this very seat just 15 hours prior. Your cheeks warm at that.

Javi is quiet and no longer staring at the group but instead at your mother as she rocks Marisol while laughing at something Chucho says. You sip your drink wondering when he’ll start the car, wondering if he’s actually taking you home. His eyes are narrowed and he adjusts in his seat.

“You think our parents ever hooked up?”

You choke on your fizzy drink, feeling the liquid burn the inside of your nose before breathlessly uttering a very startled, “What?!” 

He lets out a deep belly laugh, “I mean come one… your moms beautiful and she always found a way to spend time with him before she got married.”

Your eyes are wide but you are starting to slowly consider the possibility. They were always close, especially when you were in middle school, you would bike past Javier’s house to find your moms car in the driveway when she would go out. Oh god…

You giggle, “Oh god, maybe it’s hereditary.” Javier mutters mala, before laughing with you and turning on the car to pull away from the spot. You wiggle in your seat again at the thought of your mom actually getting it in with Mr. Peña, cringing. 

You sit in silence for a moment before feeling that warmth spread through your lower belly at the thought of Javier and you last night, and the way he kissed you just a few minutes prior. Your hands itching to touch him in any way. You ask finally, “Are you taking me home?” He looks to you quickly and then back at the road and lets your question linger for a bit before speaking while staring off.

“I have something to finish, you choose where we do that. Your place or mine?”

#javier peña #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #ao3 #fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier pena x reader

[iwoszareba]

For Knave:

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

oh man, this feels like such a cop out answer but i think he genuinely considers his full trickster transformation as the best thing that happened to him. it seems counterintuitive but it solved so many of his problems

he removes his oracle levels so he gets rid of his oracle curse (no more curse pain and now full freedom of movement woohoo) and severs direct connection to Aqil's past haunting him (Meru)

he regains his other bloodline and magic feels more as he thinks it should (i hc Areelu's kid was an abyssal sorcerer)

no longer a mortal. fuck being a mortal lmao

he gets his own face and feels like he is his own thing now!! he may be weird but that’s how he wants it

he reconstruct his fucked up soul in a major way and becomes more stable, genuinely my guy is in a more normal space mentally even despite or maybe because settling into being a monster 

seriously the relief of it all was immense

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

when i learned about the mythic paths i was so impressed with the sheer number of them! i almost never make more than one character for a single game but mythics made me consider that it could be cool to use two of them as a growth and corruption arc. that was followed by the thought: but what if instead of the classic good vs evil i try to think up a more interesting contrast? and what i felt compelled by was: legend as embracing the and love for humanity vs trickster as rejection of and disdain for humanity. that's where the core of Aqil (at the time 'fox historian') and Knave (at the time 'that awful fey') split started and it's still very much felt in how their characters ended up!

but then i realised that a slow burn corruption via trickster powers won't work for what i had in mind bc i wanted a second character who would take Wendu with them and also i found out that legend happens really late in the game lol. so i started devising how i could make the terrible fey guy all wrong from the start. and the rest is history hehe

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

oh man, i just packed so much self indulgent stuff into him haha

i love fey and tricksters, chaotic little weirdoes. maybe they have a point or maybe they are just stupid. maybe it depends on the moment you catch them in

soul damage is such an interesting fantasy concept to me. bg2, pillars of eternity games and wotr all have it and i eat up all of these scenarios. when i realised that i could dive into it more by making the results of Areelu's experiment worse and more pronounced, of course i had to do it.

there is just something about a character struggling with their own personhood and feeling not fully there, it's both strange and relatable

dark carnival/circus is a guilty pleasure aesthetic of mine, also all the monster stuff. feral beast with a friendly facade. it's either edgy or silly stuff with this guy but trickster path grabbed me by my arms and said that it's okay to be cringe

#pwotr pals #thank you for the questions!! #i love making ocs and talking about making ocs hehe #oc asks #oc: knave #other

[slyther-bi]

Chapter 4

Chapter Characters: Severus Snape, Female OC, Evan Rosier, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Lily Evans

Severus's mind filled with voices, so many that it was hard to tell what they were saying. He's dealt with these voices before, they normally speak to him one by one but sometimes they all start speaking at once and it causes him such great stress. These voices always tell him the same thing to give in to the darkness, to end it all but he never listens to them cause Lily is always there for him, she makes the voices go away simply by being near.

Tho she isn't the only person who could keep the voices away by being in his presence, no there was another person who could rid the voices from within his head. "Severus" well speak of the devil and he shall appear. Severus looked up tears streaming down his face, the voices that had filled his mind completely vanished at the sound of his savior's voice. "Evan" Sev said softly and quickly stood up "You came" he added as he practically threw himself into Evan's arms. Evan wrapped his arms around Severus and smiled "Of course I did, you said you needed help" he spoke softly. Severus's mind was at a complete blank, he had forgotten everything that had happened minutes before Evan had arrived. Sev always seemed to forget about his panic attacks when either Evan or Lily showed up, for some reason they both made him forget about everything that happened before their arrival.

"Oh yeah" He said quietly and removed himself from Evan. "So is everything alright?" Evan asked as he was still concerned about his friend, Severus smiled "Yup, I had what Lily calls a panic attack but it's fine now. Oh I got a surprise! Come Come!" He said excitedly and practically ran inside the house. Evan followed him inside all his worries having faded away the minute Severus smiled. The pair headed to Severus's room where a certain little girl was sleeping in. Once they reached their destination Severus slowly opened his bedroom door and quietly stepped inside, Evan followed suit and slowly entered the room "So what exactly is the surprise?" He asked in a whisper sensing that it be wise to not make a sound. Severus walked towards his bed and smiled "I have a little girl!" He shouted out in a whisper excitedly as he pointed at the little girl who was fast asleep.

Evan stared at the girl in complete shock "How the hell did you get a kid?" He questioned. "One night stand" Severus said quickly, Evan knew for a fact that that was a lie. The girl looked nothing like Severus and as far as he was concerned Sev never had any interest in any sexual activities. Sev always told him that sex was a waste of time and that he never saw the appeal in it anyways, later in their friendship Severus had declared he was asexual something that Regulus had brought up during conversation. Severus had also declared he was aromantic the very next day after he had spoken to Lily, now he was trying to figure out why his friend would lie about having sexual relations with a random woman. If Severus ever had to sleep with a girl Evan was certain Sev would sleep with Lily or her Sister, tho Severus and Petunia aren't exactly friends but they're civil to one another. Evan can tell that the little girl looked nothing like the Evans sisters, and the idea of Severus getting drunk and having a fling was out of the question. Severus never felt comfortable with drinking anywhere except within his own home and only drank when he was alone, on some occasions he'll drink with friends but he'll never drink any hard liquor.

"So did this chick just leave her in front of your house?" Evan asked, he wanted to know how Severus really obtained the girl but he knew Severus would never tell him. "Her mom died, she wrote in her will that I would gain custody so the cops brought her here" Severus said, he knew Evan wasn't believing a single word he was saying and to be fair he didn't care. The only reason he was saying such obvious lies is because Evan has no clue that he's Nevermore and he wasn't going to tell him anytime soon. "What's her name?" Evan asked, his mind still trying to figure out why Severus had this girl in the first place "Her name is Clair, tho I might get it changed I haven't decided yet" Severus said happily "I know you don't believe me but that's the story you're gonna tell people when they ask why I have a kid, okay" He added as he turned to look at Evan. "Okay" was all Evan said, he had a hard time saying no to Severus when staring into his eyes.

"So what is it that you need?" Evan asked "Everything that declares her as mine" Severus said in a serious tone. Evan nodded and the minute he did so there was banging on the front door that caused Severus to flinch violently "Oh god I'm gonna die" Sev said quickly and carefully picked up Clair and ran into the bathroom "Make them go away" He said as he locked the bathroom door. Evan shook his head and exited out of the room making his way towards the front door. The banging on the door continued which seemed to make Evan angry, he grabbed the door handle and forcefully opened the door "What!!" He shouted out angrily. "Where is he?" James said with just as much anger "I'm not telling you a damn thing until you calm down" Evan said as he crossed his arms. James sighed heavily and forced himself to relax "Where's Severus?" He asked as calmly as possible "Upstairs in his room in the bathroom, you got ten minutes to talk before I kick you out" Evan said as he stepped aside to let James in.

"Alright" James said as he stepped inside and made his way to Severus's room. Once there He stepped inside and looked around "Severus we need to talk" He said loud enough for him to hear but not enough to startle him. James heard movement and the bathroom door swung open "Hi Jamie" Severus said cheerfully as ever "What brings you here?" He asked jokingly. "Where's the kid Severus?" James said in a tired voice "What kid?" Severus questioned which caused James to groan. "The little girl Severus, you took her after you killed her parents and then you sent me a picture with the caption Fuck the Police" James said quickly "Hehe that was funny, she's in the bathroom I was giving her a bath because I forgot why I ran in there. Imma keep her and name her Yulia" Severus said excitedly while giggling softly.

"You can't keep her!" James shouted out "But I wanna have a kid!! I want her to be my kid!!" Severus shouted out with tears forming in his eyes "She needs to go to an orphanage Sev, you can adopt her later" James said hoping to keep Severus from crying, last time he made Sev cry Lily was practically poisoning him when he was in the hospital after being shot by a thief. Luckily Severus forgot about the incident and was confused as to why Lily was killing him so she stopped. "But I already have her!!" James watched as tears fell from Severus's eyes and before he could say anything to calm him down he felt a dark presence behind him. James slowly turned and came face to face with a very angry Lily "Hey Lily" he said slowly as his body filled with fear "L-Lily" Severus said sadly as he cried softly.

Lily glared at James and rushed over to her best friend "Hush now Sev" She said softly as she hugged Severus. Her attention soon returned to James "I think it's time for you to go" She said and snapped her fingers. James gulped unsure of what was gonna happen next but that was soon answered when he felt someone grab hold of him and drag him out of the house harshly. He felt himself get thrown out the front door and land on the cold hard pavement "So this is you handling the situation" James looked up to see Sirius smirking. "Shut up" James said as he stood up and dusted himself off "Dude you are terrible at talking to Severus, seriously you'd think you learn how to keep him from crying after last time" Sirius said while laughing.

"He won't give up the girl, says he wants to keep her but when I told him that he could adopt her he said no cause he already had her" James said softly "He really wants a kid huh, sucks that it won't be her" Sirius stated

"What do you mean it won't be her?"

"James we found out the girl's has a Aunt who lives in America, once we get her back that's where she's going. Severus won't see her again" Sirius said softly which caused James to sigh deeply "There's no way that Severus will give her up. What do we do now?" James spoke as he turned to look at Severus's home. "We let him keep her and fake the girl's death, I know someone who can help" Sirius said excitedly "So help me god if you call your brother for help I will-" James started but was interrupted "End me uh huh sure, don't get pissy cause my brother dumped you for someone better now come on let's go home and figure out how to keep Lily from poisoning you again" Sirius stated and grabbed hold of James before making his way back to their home. James sighed and allowed his best friend to drag him back home hoping for the day to end.

#murderer from spinner's end #severus snape #severus snape prince #lily evans #female oc #evan rosier #james potter #sirius black #regulus black #hp #hp text post #hp shit #hp shitpost #random #shit post #random shit #my shit #no magic au #muggle murder au #hp au #my writing

[eluminium]

Raid (hehe fanfic)

So i made a Masqueraiders (belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom) fanfic because i could. Yes it’s about 3k words. This one has been a long time in the making and I’m happy i finally got it done!

Please enjoy!

A groan escaped his throat as the car sent vibrations throughout his tired body. This was 100% not his day.

Scratch that, this was 100% not his week.

Although he knew that from the glorious hour he rose from his bed, with soreness traveling down his spine like a waterslide. These past days had been hell for the department, with criminal organizations raiding places left, right, and center. Good sleep was a rarity, and many fellow cops were falling asleep by their desks, only to be woken up by a call to action. And now it was his turn to deal with these crooks.

"The museum of Geology...A prime raiding target for any thief with common sense" mumbled his partner while taking a turn.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock..." was his grumpy response. 

"Who do you think it is this time?" his partner joked.

"I bet on the Crownminals, from what we got these thieves are well organized, and that's their brand"

"That makes sense, although could always be Toppats too. Y'know one time-"

As the words kept spilling out of his partner's mouth, his eyes wandered afield, out towards the rearview mirror. A fog gathered in his eyes as the blinking red and blue lights burrowed into him and the world around him faded a bit. Maybe he could get some quality sleep after this. Just gotta take out these criminals and then drop dead like a ragdoll. God, some good sleep was gonna be heavenly, he could almost feel the plushness of his bed calling out to him.

"We're..he...re! ...Hel..lo? yo..u the..re?"

So soft...He could almost pretend...

"Dude! You there?"

"Ugh, yeah yeah I'm here, stop snapping your fingers in my face" he murmured angrily as his feet touched the ground outside the car. 

The cold metal of his pistol dug into his hand. The museum and everything around it was engulfed in chaos. He picked up on various orders coming from colleagues, but it didn't seem to contain the animalistic anarchy around them.

A tired breath flowed out of his lips, this was not gonna be simple or coordinated, was it? Welp, better just get a good position and-

The ground rumbled angrily as an explosion tore through the museum. His body swayed violently as screams echoed in his ears.

"Shit! They need backup! C'mon, don't just stand there!"

Before he could even respond, a tight grip had grasped his shirt and his body was traveling faster than his mind. Dear lord, the guy was fast! In through the entrance, through the gunfire, people people people screaming loud loud-

SLAM!

The door's impact echoed in his ears as his mind tried to catch up with whatever the fuck just happened. The sleep deprivation wasn't helping at all.

"What...the HELL...did just happen?"

"Oh, sorry dude, went a bit too fast there!" his partner cheered.

"You could say that again..." he grumbled.

His disapproving stare tore through his partner, who could only respond by scratching the back of his neck with sweat dripping down his face. So awkward he was, with his apologetic smile and soft-looking face- Nope, that was NOT what he was gonna focus on. 

They stayed locked in that position, staring at each other stiffly until the sound of someone clearing their throat reached their ears. Both their gazes turned towards this new presence.

"Hello gentlemen, thank you for finally noticing us!" A masked fellow cheered.

His lips remained sealed as his gaze wandered over the man. The man's mask seemed to resemble two shining suns, and a well-kept sun hat covered up his head, even though it was mid-October. His arms, however, were tied up with a rope across his stomach. But even then, a bright and shrewish smile adorned his face.

"Alright, you can stop starring at me now pig, It was way more entertaining to watch you two play gay chicken."

What.

"Agh! N-No, we weren't! I-I'm not even gay!" his partner exclaimed with embarrassment.

Suddenly, a strange protectiveness surged through his veins. His feet moved before his mind did, and he unexpectedly found himself between his partner and these fowl mask people.

"Oh yeah, that kid is definitely gay. Maybe the grump is gay too. Mad respect." the masked man chuckled to someone behind him.

He felt his face morph into a sneer as flustered squeaks clawed their way out of his partner's throat. His eyes turned to the woman behind the masked man, and they narrowed as he noticed more masked people tied up behind them. 

This had to be a temporary cell, and these are its inmates. A bunch of weird...mask people.

Wait.

Mask people...Mask thieves? No that couldn't be right. Mask heisters? Maskings? Mask sneakers? Masquerade raiders? No that was stupid no-one in their right mind would choose that-

"Hey, big guy~"

He quickly snapped away from his thoughts with all his attention focused on the masked lady. Her hair was long and slightly curly, with the texture of the darkest night in December. Although, there were spots of color too. A purple crown with a white moon rested on her raven head. She was, factually, a beauty.

But something about that...seductive tone made his skin crawl, and not in a good way. More in an 'i'll pay you to never speak to me like that again' way.

"Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you got fine written all over you~"

Nope. Nope nope nope nope ew NO.

His mind was blank, and he looked like a fish out of water. It felt like disgusting bugs were crawling around inside his skin. Wait, was she wiggling her hips-?

"Dude? You online?"

He snapped back to reality and averted his stare. That was his partner. Right he still had a job to do. Criminals first, thinking about why he felt so uncomfortable with a woman flirting with him later. Luckily for him, a name got caught in his brainwaves.

He turned back towards the masked woman, his face stitched into a more serious expression.

"Masqueraiders correct?" he questioned with a head tilt.

The masked lass took a second to compose herself. Her purple gloved hand reached up and pushed her just as purple star marked mask back into place. It only took a single glance at the cop's "serious" face for her resolve to break, and the laughter burst out of her mouth like a botched dam. 

"PffFFFFF HAHAHAHA! Y-Yeah, we are the MasqurAIDHHERERESSS! OH MY GOD, AIEDEN! LOOK AT HIS FACE!"

The gaze of the sun mask fellow, which had settled on his slightly less flustered partner, turned to him. And the cackling flowed out of his mouth not long after.

"ASTRA HE LOOKS LIKE A BABY WITH A BEARD! HOLY FUCK I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! I THOUGHT BEARDS WERE SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU LOOK OLDER NOT YOUNGER! COPS TRY TO MARKET THEMSELVES AS SCARY BUT, I AM POSITIVELY DYING-"

Ouch, that was a hit to the ego. The expression of seriousness faltered a little bit as his gaze turned to the ground. Wow, was he letting these crooks get under his skin?

Yes, he was.

He was tired! What can he say?

The laughter kept echoing in his ears for a bit, really destroying any hubris he had beforehand. The feeling of his partner's worried stare really didn't help. It actually made it more embarrassing. If this was 100% not his day before, now it was 150% not his day. The flow in his brain had practically stopped as he tried to reboot his thinking process. Okay, okay, he's got this. Just gotta-

An abrupt and intense movement in front of his eyes caused the mental reboot to speedrun through the last stages. The click of a gun bounced between the walls of the room, and the mocking laughter ceased abruptly. He couldn't make out the faces of the tied up convicts who mocked him or see them at all, for that matter, because his partner's body was standing protectively between him and the Masqueraiders. Well wasn't this familiar? I guess bros gotta protect bros. He didn't have to see it with his bare eyes to know that there was a gun pointed at the crooks. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

"Hey, dudes, ladies, and thudes. Didn't we all learn that you should treat the police with an ounce of respect when we were younger?"

His partner's voice was smooth as a bead, yet it still possessed that edge of "dudebro" that was so unique to him. It was such a lovely song to his ears. God, what he would do to hear it more...

His head quickly swung side to side as if he was trying to shake that thought out of his head. No homo, no homo. Right?

The still but tense air that settled after his partners' words broke with a snort and some giggles. 

"Oh? Mind filling me in on the joke dude?" his partner quipped while the gun clattered in his hands.

"Don't you hear it lad?" The sun-masked fellow whose name apparently was Aieden responded confidently. Well, confidently when you consider that there was a gun in his face.

"Hear what?"

Now that he mentioned it, there seemed to be footsteps approaching their little hideaway spot. Very quick yet...heavy steps. Oh fuck. Could it be-?!

"Get down-!"

He felt his hand instinctively clutch the sleeve of his partner before they made contact with the hard floor. The seconds ticked on, and on, and on.

CRASH!

"HOLY FUCK-"

The wall by their side crumbled into pieces as an unstoppable force smashed into it. He felt the fabric of his partner's sleeve crack as he dragged them both out of the way of this brute.

"Freeze! This is-"

The gun rattled in his hands, his eyes dilated with fear. Because now he saw this person, this giant, clearly. Holy mother of God.

The man in front of him bore clothes in brilliant green and black. On his face rested a mysterious black mask that only covered one half, and a white spot resembling an eye covered the spot on the mask where his actual eye would be. Emerald green boots, teeth sharp as stalactites... 

And this fowl criminal was enormous. He dwarfed everybody else in that little supply closet, probably standing at around 7 feet tall! Jesus Christ, was he dealing with crooks or actual mythical beings?!

Luckily for him though, this gigantic force of nature didn't seem to pay any attention to his intimidation attempt. He seemed more focused on freeing his fellow Masqueraiders from their imprisonment, the leaf color feathers on his hat bouncing side to side. 

"There ya' are Ricardo! I'm surprised it took this long!"

He knew he couldn't go up against a beast like that. He'd get pummeled into the ground and lose every tooth he had left. His gaze wandered back to his partner's still face as he tried to think up a plan. A slight panic flowed down his spine when he noticed that his partner wasn't moving, but a quick check revealed that his heartbeat was strong and his soft breathing still there. Must have been knocked out...

He felt his arm reach for a spare curtain that was discarded next to them, and soon his partner rested under it, hidden from view. It was best to keep him secured until he woke up again.

As he observed the big green man whose name was Ricardo do his big green man things, a sudden flash of vibrant red caught his gaze. Someone had rushed past the big hole in the wall, someone clad in crimson. There was no doubt about it. It had to be the Masqueraiders leader himself, Sylvester Wesley. He knew it had to be him. And if he could capture their leader, maybe he could gain an advantage over these masks who mocked him. Although maybe it wasn't Wesley, maybe there was another red-clad mask bastard. But even then, capturing any Masqueraider would be a victory at this point. His pride was on the line after all!

He glanced back at his partner, still unconscious. A seed of doubt grew in his chest, should he really leave his partner like this? After everything that had happened...

Once again, his head bounced side to side. No, he had to do this. He had to apprehend SOMEONE. His partner would be fine, he just had to be! He was hidden, they'd never find him, right? He made his decision. It was time to round up some criminals.

Yet, the feeling of doubt and worry only grew stronger as he sneaked out through the hole made by the giant. Was he doing the right thing? Is this justice? To leave an unconscious man vulnerable? He didn't know, but he pushed those thoughts to the side as he spotted the red-clad criminal again. He seemed to be rounding up the last of their loot, with a big potato sack slung over his shoulder. It was certain now, that was the Masqueraiders leader himself. The black mask and red hat gave it away.

He cleared his throat before once again pointing his weapon at the crook.

"Freeze! Police!"

He met the gaze of the black-masked man and expected to meet a pair of eyes drowned in confusion. Yet all he could spot was a slight hint of surprise and then a kind of...playful mockery. A very familiar sight by now. 

"Catch me if you can!" The Masqueraiders leader sang out as he bolted down the hallway with the goods.

He took off after him, uselessly chasing the nimble and quick Wesley. Gunshots echoed off the walls as he unleashed a salvo aimed at the leader, yet all the shots either missed or were reflected by the skilled swordsman's weapon. Every bullet, no matter where he aimed. Time after time after time again, nothing seemed to be hitting this disgustingly fast weasel. Frustration boiled in his guts, come on now! He was so tantalizingly close to regaining his dignity and getting revenge on the Masqueraiders. Yet still NOTHING!

A roar of anger escaped him, his feet moving even faster. All he got back from Wesley was a coy grin and just...the most punchable expression ever.

"Hah! You're way too slow, ever considered hitting the gym?!" 

"Shut up!"

"You're not my dad so you can't tell me what to doooo~"

He was gonna crack Wesleys skull open like a watermelon. He was gonna do it, nothing could stop him from squeezing that stupid overconfident head in like a pimple. And he actually seemed to be closing in on him! His gun had run out of ammo by now, but he was hot on his heels now!

Wait, was he deliberately slowing down? Was Wesley running slower to ridicule him even more? Oh, this motherfucker...

He was laser-focused now, not considering where his feet were taking him. So when he ran into an open exhibit, he didn't notice the danger lurking by the stage lights. He just wanted to commit some nice ol' murder on the man who kept taunting him.

"Veronica! Now!"

But that, that stopped him a bit. What? Was Wesley calling for backup? But, there's nobody here. Or is there? Wait who was Veronica? He followed Wesley's gaze and noticed a lady dressed in purple sitting by one of the stage lights. She had a very similar mask to the big green-

He couldn't see any more details of her, or see at all for that matter. A scream clawed its way out of his lungs, his eyes feeling like they were burning. His body swayed from side to side, and his sweaty hands were covering his eyes. The empty gun clattered to the floor. That bitch, she'd used the stage light like a flashbang! The force against his face provided by his hands harshened, trying to block out as much as he could.

"Oh, how the turntables turn!"

He felt Wesley's presence next to him, teasing him. Oh, he wanted nothing more than to beat his ass, but he couldn't get his hands off his face without causing worse pain. An angry gurgle was what he gave in response.

"Aw, how cute. Did you really think you could catch the great Sylvester Wesley? One of the sneakiest sneakers who have ever sneaked? With your rancid vibes? Don't make me laugh! Or well, I'm already laughing, so jokes on you!" Ugh, that dumb tone...

"I can't believe you managed- What Veronica? ...Aw come on can't I just mess with him a little more? Yeah yeah, I know there's probably- Veronica can you make a little exception- OKAY okay FINE I'll knock him out and we'll leave with the loot. You owe me a pop tart now."

"Toooo deee looo turtle, have fun in dreamland!"

Before he could even fight back, something hard impacted the side of his head. He was swallowed up by the sweet release of unconsciousness, something he'd been craving all day. The last thing he knew was the cold feel of the floor, and the faint sound of footsteps burrowing into his ear.

Darkness...A rumbling noise of somebody talking to him...He slowly felt himself returning to the land of the awake, a killer pain pounding in his head. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is his partner with a few bandages tied around his head. He talked, and talked, and talked. He looked kinda cute like this, hair all fluffed up and features so soft. But he's talking too fast for him to pick anything up.

Although all those thoughts disappear when he notices something on his stomach. His hand closes around the object, his partner's worried squawks becoming nothing but background noise. It was a black velvet mask.

He couldn't take his gaze off it, it was locked to this replica of Wesley's famous mask. As his partner finally got a grip on him and started carrying him out of the destroyed museum, there was only one thought on his mind.

"I'll get that bastard, I'll throw him behind bars myself."

#the masqueraiders #henry stickmin #henry stickmin fanfaction #sylvester wesley #veronica johanna #ricardo rich #cw gun mention #cw police #my writing #fanfic #fanfaction #3k words #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #oh wow this one took a while #jeez #i hope its good

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

Hitmen AU! | Head Canons | 19+ [Haikyuu!!]

KΛЯΛƧЦПӨ [PART i] [PART ii] [PART iii]

Here’s the second part to the head canons for Karasuno~~~ Once the main head canons and ideas for all of Karasuno are out I’ll start dropping more random little one-shots hehe

Again! Feel free to ask questions or request anything from this AU! (Once again, specify so that I know~!)

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N̷i̷s̷h̷i̷n̷o̷y̷a̷ ̷Y̷u̷

Where to even begin with this boi 

He’s definitely one of the more chaotic members of the group that’s for sure

Always testing out new skills and tricks he’s learned from those around him 

and god forbid the internet 

There have been one too many times where one of his veteran members or even the rookies walk in on him doing something rather peculiar which has him more or less flustered and embarrassed

Out of all of the members, he’s one of the most rambunctious 

Always happily chatting away on any topic without a care in the world

Usually ends up in mock spars with Tanaka with Ennoshita reluctantly being the scorekeeper and 3rd man in just in case one of the two happens to go a little too far with getting a win

He seems to be the most normal at first, but when he began talking about various torture methods and the effectiveness of each with horrifying accuracy and knowledge says otherwise

He’s the inventor of the group, always testing his new discoveries in torture and information gathering 

is the “bad” cop when the victim they’ve captured hasn’t broken from Tsukkishima’s relentless psychological torture

“ALRIGHT~! IT’S FINALLY MY TURN~!” 

Giddy and impatient, the shortest member of Karasuno surged forward with surprising silence as his sepia eyes practically glowed with unhinged insanity.

The victim began sweating profusely as the taller of the pair merely sighed at his senior before backing off. The blond refused to get caught up in another one of his senior’s hi jinks.

“Oh? Focusing on something other than me? You’re quite brave! I like that! That means we’re gonna have a nice long conversation!” 

A wicked grin spread along the energetic male’s face as the victim finally noticed the oddly shaped object in his hand.

“Oh this? I wanted to try out this new peeler...” 

The shiver that ran down the victim’s spine was one long overdue as the sudden pressure he felt from the man before him came barreling down in waves. His previous giddy attitude now replaced by utter silence as his umber eyes bore deeply into his soul.

Appearance wise, Noya has by far, the most tattoos out of the other members. Each one gained after successfully learning a new skill

he may be the shortest in their group, but he is one of the strongest 

normally, his hair would be in it’s signature slicked up state, but with how often he’s training and testing new skills it’s usually stuck in a half gel half bed head state

With his s/o he’s overly energetic and practically smitten

it’s a running joke that before he met his s/o he and Tanaka would be at Kiyoko’s heels trying to woo her

of course that all came to an abrupt end when he met his s/o

Despite being a busy bee, Noya tries his best to make time for them whenever he’s not assigned on info gathering assignments

He usually likes to koala cling to them when they’re in the vicinity

and has tried on many occasions to convince them to just live with them at their establishment

R̴y̴u̴n̴o̴s̴u̴k̴e̴ ̴T̴a̴n̴a̴k̴a̴

Another one of the chaotic members of the group 

loves to be called senpai by the rookies (Noya loves being called senpai too sksk)

one of the main chasers of the group

is also the designated driver when on larger group missions because of his, well, chaotic driving

In a sense, he’s kind of the delivery boy? Lol 

He once tried to be a part of the interrogation team but it was concluded that Noya and Tanaka together ended with the victims dead sooner than anticipated

Is the chaser, a.k.a. any assignments that think they can run away with Tanaka on their tail has another thing coming

Despite being loud and chaotic, is sometimes forgotten as he is the last resort for when targets manage to escape

“Oh ho ho~! Finally something to do besides watching Hinata get his ass handed to him!” An small ‘Hey!’ coming from the background as the male stood at the entrance of their base. Motorcycle helmet in hand as a sinister and wicked grin graced his features.

“Any sorta restrictions boss?” A glance over his shoulder at the figure leaning against the staircase pillar. The figure in question merely gave him a blank stare as Tanaka couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“No traces. Gotcha. Since I don’t have any restrictions....I’ll be filing my report late~.” 

With that, the excited male made his way out and onto his bike. A quick rev of the engine and a wave to the rookies the Chaser set out to catch his prey.

Like Noya, Tanaka is a ripped boi and covered in not only battle scars but tattoos of his accomplishments against hard enemies

He has a shaved head, with some tattoos on his scalp 

Hinata thought it was the coolest shit ever and wanted one too but Sugawara stopped him from shaving his own head

Likes the delinquent school look so tries to stick as close to it as he can

With his s/o he’s surprisingly gentle

treats them like royalty and grovels at their feet 

He spends most of the day with them unless the rookies really fuck up sksksk

loves having his hand in their back pocket or hooked around one of their belt loops

C̷h̷i̷k̷a̷r̷a̷ ̷E̷n̷n̷o̷s̷h̷i̷t̷a̷

plz help this boi 

is the unspoken boss for the second batch of recruitments

has to deal with Tanaka’s and Noya’s bullshit constantly

He’s part of the defense team in not only the technical side, but physical side if need be

is a whizz with the cyber end when customers purchase their services

is the one who runs the assignments by Daichi first before assigning and handing them out to the members

the rookies rely on him heavily and the recruitment gang during his time dote and love to try and help or... annoy the hell out of him (read, Tanaka and Noya)

“So this is the assignment for the week. If we’re successful it’ll be $50,000.” Stern, yet soft spoken the male handed the younger a manila envelope.

“You’ve trained hard for this. So we expect little to no fuck ups----” He began before a loud and the beginnings of a headache began to form as the younger male began to slowly back away. Promising to fulfill the assignment with no issues before scurrying off as shouts began in the common room.

“DAMN NOYA YOU REALLY IMPROVED THAT FROM LAST TIME!” 

“DON’T UNDERESTIMATE MY SHEER WILLPOWER RYU!! HAHAHA!”

“TANAKA! NISHINOYA! WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY ABOUT TESTING IN THE FUCKING COMMON ROOMS?!” 

Is lean like Sugawara

and like the rest of the members of Karasuno, he has at least one tattoo on his body

soft fluffy bed hair 25/8 because baby deals with all the bullshit that is rookies and tananoya antics

has dark circles, not super intense but can be seen close up

is fairly normal with his s/o

though he doesn’t get to see them as often

anytime he gets with his s/o is coddle time

he pulls out all the romantic shit in one sitting or it’ll be all the sexy shit in one sitting it’s never really one or the other

loves to lay his head on s/o’s lap

H̴i̴s̴a̴s̴h̴i̴ ̴K̴i̴n̴o̴s̴h̴i̴t̴a̴

one of the few quiet members of their squad

was actually very reluctant on joining the team initially, but persevered through and stuck with them

is one of the other inventors 

is more of the practical one and keeps noya from doing anything too out of hand

doesn’t mean he doesn’t start shit on his own though sksksk

likes to spar with Ennoshita (since he won’t have to worry about a surprise rolling thunder a.k.a rolling and shooting a powerful taser from yours truly)

“Kinoshita-san!” Pausing his work, the male in questioned glanced to the lab entryway as he cocked his head to the side at the sight of the rambunctious deviant duo before him.

“...Yes?” He asked hesitantly, already feeling a gnawing feeling in his gut that whatever was about to be asked was going to end up with him in the following situations

Wreaking havoc and being scolded by Ennoshita

Wreaking havoc and being scolded by Daichi

Wreaking havoc and being scolded by both Ennoshita and Daichi 

None of which sounded appealing to him as he mentally prepared himself to reject whatever demands the pair wanted. Though of course that didn’t come to pass as the scream of, “ROLLINGU....THUND....AAAAARRRR!!!!!!” echoed throughout the base as a thud resounded and the base. At this point, it was to no one’s surprise that Ennoshita was already on his way to give Nishinoya an earful as the two demons blinked slowly before backing away.

“N-Never mind!” 

Ah yes, the power of being able to deter chaotic activities. Kinoshita wished he had that ability as he resumed his work.

Despite being the second shortest, no one really messes with Kinoshita

His build is in between Ennoshita and Nishinoya 

again, like the rest he has a couple of tattoos

usually has a pair of goggles sitting atop his head as he doesn’t really leave the laboratory 

he wants to redeem himself for attempting to leave initially

with his s/o he can seem emotionally distant

but that’s mainly because he’s either sleep-deprived or distracted

Loves to just lay in bed with s/o whenever he has a free day

 K̴a̴z̴u̴h̴i̴t̴o̴ ̴N̴a̴r̴i̴t̴a̴

The friendliest member 

The rookies felt comfortable to talk to him upon first meeting him and is a reliable rock when need be

does a lot of work in the behind the scenes such as shadowing targets and helping with any sort of basic chores at the base

he’s a scouter for new areas of establishment or even a quick interrogation area in a pinch 

sometimes gets mistaken for Tanaka but doesn’t really mind

has the friendly carefree vibe that turns hella terrifying when it needs to be

“Narita, can you find us a place to interrogate these shit stains?” Looking up from his place by the car, the male in question nodded as he took a brief once over the entire area. Considering the situation and the amount of victims they had, it would be wise for a wide spaced area with a place to easily dispose of the bodies along with coming up with a reasonable excuse in case someone came along to ask questions.

“...hm...” Softly humming, he walked over to the desolate area, skimming it briefly before taking note of the cloaked figure. Raising a brow, he moved towards the figure to find that it was the last of the target’s help. Lightly laughing he couldn’t help but smile.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare ya there but...you’re really not good at hide and seek are you?”

The friendly smile on his face twisting to that of horror as the male beckoned his teammates over after giving the all clear.

Like Tanaka, Narita has a shaved head but chooses not to have any tattoos on his scalp

instead, his tattoos range from his arms and back to his torso

he’s lean, similarly built to Tanaka if not only slightly smaller

is immensely loving to his s/o 

if he can he would try to be with them as much as he can to ensure his own humanity hasn’t gone away

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu au #hitmen au #karasuno #haikyuu!! #nishinoya yuu x reader #ryunosuke tanaka x reader #chikara ennoshita x reader #hisashi kinoshita x reader #kazuhito narita x reader #reader insert #alternate universe #nishinoya yuu #ryunosuke tanaka #ennoshita chikara #kinoshita hisashi #narita kazuhito

[mmagazinemoment]

Why my past loves make me want to look into nihilism as a lifestyle.

Good morning, midday, afternoon, or evening to you my fellow queers and allies and plain and simply gorgeous humans. You see I have already written another version of this edition but instead I have a pure heroine filled piece instead, and you may not be ready for it because it covers a few serious points but it’s also the (fuck your ex) vibe, not literally…unlesssssss * insert meme*. Thanks for joining me again my loves

 Why my past loves make me want to look into nihilism as a lifestyle

You ever just meet someone and fall completely into their arms and become almost a complete and utter 3rd leg of the other? What I mean in all seriousness is, don’t you ever feel like the love game grows on you like a drug addiction and I know some of you will see this and be thinking? What do you mean “the love game” I know it’s not a game, a figure of speech as such. Basically, what I’m trying to say is have you ever loved someone so much that you didn’t see the signs of detrimental dysfunction.

Wow that all sounds so serious, let me dial it down a little, I’m just trying this new thing called being uncensored and not caring about preconceived notions of myself from external eyes. Months ago, I was shattered into a million pieces and I won’t blame just him because it was my fault for thinking every relationship or whatever it was, was going to end up like a tv romance, no that’s a lie. I over invested and blamed him for hurting my own self, sure he had something to do with it, but he wasn’t just to blame. Can’t tell me I don’t know how to take accountability (wow I’m funny).

For instance, in a movie you meet and lock eyes with someone and the breeze grasps your hair, when I met said person, I was like ‘omg he’s tall, I’m going to fall in love with a giraffe’ and then I tried to build a home in him, without the investment and time taken to be careful with my time and words of affirmation in efforts to receive reciprocation I never got unless it was backhanded or what I wanted to hear. So how did you perceive your first love? Did he/she/they look pleasing? Or was it the scent of their perfume or cologne? Did they dress in a floral vintage outfit or was it a suit and tie? Ballet flats or sneakers? Tell me? I want to know all of the juicy details!

I know some of you probably didn’t ask or ever want to know but my first love happened in a series of me closing doors journeying through my uneasy sexuality labelling and let’s be real, fuck labels am I right? (unless you find comfortability and closure under a label and with that you’re perfectly valid), Love to me was like heroine and in some senses it still is. When I first learnt of love, it didn’t feel like love, it felt like obligation, perhaps a trend. Love felt like learning all he moves to a Tik Tok dance as fast as possible before the hype disappeared, and it became irrelevant again, questionable reference point but blame social media not me. I was never satisfied.

Keep in mind this was 15-year-old me, trying to gain some sense of validation to seem a little less repressed and not confused because before 15 year old me realised that 12 year old me wasn’t as weird as I thought.  I was under this veil of non-transparency and speaking on the subject of transparency I must tell you 12 was the year of age I realised that I wasn’t like the other boys at school, just swooning for girls and getting scared of cooties, I was just begging to be seen by whoever had eyes to care. Sounds dramatic I know.

Nobody was ever there to tell me at such a young age that there were others like me, “different”, the type of boy who watched rebel without a cause and felt weird when James Dean was looking so gorgeous and composed in that leather jacket or admiring Tim Curry when he dressed like no man I’d ever seen on a movie screen in or even real life in the Rocky Horror Show, something sparked in… me. I started on the smallest step I knew, acknowledgement, I knew I could find a home in the fact that there were more people like me, and wow I was right. I was finding comfort in what I knew, I found a few gorgeous women and obviously because of my age we thought that holding hands and a peck on the cheek was all we needed in life from the label of ‘relationship’, but it was only ever a weekly process. Anytime I found ‘love’ I wouldn’t know what to do with it without the chase, like a dog chasing a bone. Even to this day I have never had a successfully long relationship but at least these days it’s not because of my toxic traits, I like to think I’ve grown a considerate amount since I was 15. Don’t get me wrong, neither of those experiences were love? How could they be?

Ironically love happened even ‘after’ I was in a relationship. I had another relationship when I was 17, it lasted a little longer than the prior, it went for a month and a half, I was convinced I loved her, so sappy but you wanted transparency right? I have a lot of it. After that, my ex brought to attention after she cheated on me that I was using her as a sort of beard to cover up the truth about myself, I never knew how to perceive myself until then and that was only the second step, there was so much more to cover.

Skip forward past a few experiences leading up the near current, I met someone, a sort of fleeting romance, now (forewarning, this gets sappy) we talked for a few weeks if my memory isn’t hazy, and we quickly developed something no short of a connection. FaceTime after FaceTime I’d gather more and more pictures of his goofy face and at one stage, I thought I was going to be happy for the foreseeable future, then came reality. You can’t be loved by someone who doesn’t want to face themselves and you can’t help them anymore than what you’re capable of giving out. I didn’t listen to that, naturally things just got worse, and I hated everything…

He would apologise, I would validate his actions to friends who were concerned and realising that I was getting too soon attached and it wasn’t going to end well and I copped the consequences, I still have only recently not found regret in messing up this badly because if I didn’t make that mistake then I would’ve just witnessed those mistakes I made in the lap of somebody else and this is where the saying goes, better the devil you known then the devil you don’t. let me tell you it did more than a number on my mental health before I added up the reasons as tallies against us and internalised what I should’ve subtracted (hehe see what I did there). In all seriousness I wanted the thrill, I sure as hell got one.

Your mental health is amplified by your lifestyle choices and the people you choose to keep in your circle, friendship, or relationships regardless, the whole thing was out of whack and a tornado was nothing less than the accurate definition of where I was at, and it hurt a lot but sometimes it’s best to leave that situation if that person who you thought was going to be there for a while and a necessity to your life ends up being the detriment. (as Ashley Frangipane said) “its crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment, let that sink in”.  

 If there is one piece of advice that I want whoever sees this to take with them it’s this, Keep your space sacred baby, you only have one life, but also please do not criticize yourself for getting caught in the motion sickness, sometimes you just can’t avoid it and that’s ok. Life is not a movie, life is more like the behind the scenes extra that puts everything into perspective, it’s rational and shows the hard work put in place to make the art and you should remind yourself as such. Remember also that if you cannot cope with all of the stress that presents itself in your life, that there are people that are equipped to help you hold some of the baggage for you until you are ready to take it back and analyse it. Whatever your grief is, I assure you, you’re not alone.

As always, stay healthy and strut your shit and I cannot stress this enough but keep raging against the machine and the super straights xoxo without the gossip girl, farewell until the next piece of The Mantra Magazine. *keep this in mind* next issue will be a little forward, it will include themes of segregation and war regarding the families of the Palestinians and Israeli conflicts happening right now. So, bring some tissues and an open mind. Farewell.

#love #hate #relationship #happy #sad #writers and readers #transparency #2021 #lgbtqplus #GAY #comedy #breakups #heartbreak #silverlining #magazine #blog #comment #FOLLOWMEEEE #follow4more #reblog #talkaboutit #dm me for more #loveyourself #selfcare

[sareenademon]

Bi Fang and Havik create mischief together! fluffy/weird/concerning

(Btw Havik might be a lil OOC or he might not be bc he’s the biggest wildcard in the mk universe.)

Bi Fang is the son of Bi Han and Sareena: Info on him (btw Bi Fang is inspired from Richie Tozier from Stephen Kong’s It, he curses a lot)

Once Noob Saibot got redeemed and rejoined the Lin Kuei he cut ties with all of his evil associates. This included Havik. Well kinda.

They don’t consider each other enemies and Havik still considers Bi Han his bestfriend! And sometimes he’ll randomly insert himself back into his life to cause a bit of chaos. He’s more of an annoyance to Bi Han if anything.

(Bi Fang is 10 at this point. And this before he meets Satoshi and Liu Jerrod)

Years later, when Havik found out that Bi Han has a son he became curious.

So, he decided to pay the boy a visit and meet him!

For a day, he stalked Bi Fang from a far.

Havik realized how powerful Bi Fang could be. The boy shared the DNA of a cryomancer and a demon. His ice powers could be legendary. It could be powerful enough to one day kill that bastard Hotaru.

He also realized how different Bi Fang was from his father.

Unlike Bi Han, Fang has a great sense of humor! Havik finds the boy’s pranks on the other Lin Kuei members to be hilarious! But he also notices the boy’s loneliness. He sees how the other children of the Lin Kuei shunned him.

So Havik decides he should take the boy out for some good ol, chaotic fun!

He appears to him when the boy is alone hanging out in a forest.

Havik: Hello Bi Fang, I-

Bi Fang: -AHHH! STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!

*Havik watches as he runs away towards the temple. He quickly teleports in front of him and grabs Bi Fang and puts a hand over his mouth to stop his screaming*

Havik: I am not here to harm you! I am here to fun with you!

Bi Fang: You do realize how fuckin creepy that sounds right?!

*Havik giggles and lets him go*

Bi Fang: Who the hell are you anyways?

Havik: I am the Cleric of Chaos! Me and your father worked together back in the day.

Bi Fang: Cleric of Chaos? You sound like a bad guy to me.

Havik: Well I wouldn’t say bad..It’s of no matter. I’m here to see if you’d like to come create some mischief with me!

Bi Fang: Why would I go anywhere with a fucking weirdo like you?!

Havik knew that the boy wouldn’t go with him this way, so he decided to use a bit of manipulation.

*Havik fakes a hurt expression, faces away from Bi Fang and starts sobbing*

Bi Fang: Hey, are you...crying?

Havik: *sniffles* I-i just hoped you’d be different is all.

Bi Fang: What do you mean?

Havik: Nobody wants to be my friend! They all think I am a freak! I thought you could understand what how it feels...to be rejected because you’re different...

*Bi Fang’s suspicious expression visibly softens*

Bi Fang: I do know how it feels...I don’t have many friends either, they all think I’m a freak too...hey I’ll be your friend, just don’t cry.

*Bi Fang hugs Havik*

Havik: Oh goodie! Now let us go have some fun!

Bi Fang: Where are we going?

Havik: Hehe, to create havoc of course!

So that’s exactly what they do. Havik teleports them to America, California where their disruption of the peace begins.

They run around pranking random people and they do every prank in the book.

They Teepee people’s houses, egg people’s cars, put a flaming bag of dog shit on someone’s front porch, put Whoopi cushions on the chairs of Starbucks, put bugs in people’s food, stink bombed stores, etc.

Havoc scares passerbys by taking his head off or breaking his knee caps or turning his torso 360 degrees. Bi Fang laughs his ass off at their freaked out people’s reactions.

They made this really buff big guy scream like a little girl and they laughed until it hurt.

Havoc was so delighted that he finally had a mini me. Bi Fang was way more fun than his killjoy father and uncle.

He would make a wonderful son and heir!

Of course, the cops were soon called on them and They soon found themselves surrounded by Stryker and Kabal, and a couple other cops.

Havik: Allow me to deal with these party poopers hehehehe.

(At this time Kabal and Stryker haven’t met Bi Fang yet and they don’t know he’s the Lin Kuei grandmaster’s son)

Bi Fang cheered him on as Havik made quick work of the squad of officers but when he went to finish off Kabal and Stryker. Bi Fang quickly intervened.

Bi Fang: Stop! You’re gonna kill them!

Havik: I know! It’s going to be so much fun to watch the life leave their eyes.

Bi Fang: ...You can’t kill them...it’s-it’s wrong!

Havik: Come now, Do not be so dull! Just think of the chaos it will cause in their loved one’s lives! Hehehe!

Bi Fang: Y-you’re starting to scare me...if you kill them...I-i won’t be your friend no more.

The chaos cleric glared at Bi fang for a couple of moments before he sighed and released the two beaten officers.

He didn’t want to run the boy off yet. He still had plans for him.

Havik: Very, well...say, all this mischief is making me hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.

*Havik takes the boy’s hand and starts pulling him away from the unconscious cops*

Bi Fang: Ya, I’m kinda hungry too, but where are we gonna eat? I don’t have any money.

Havik: Hehehe, who says we’re going to pay for the food?

So they go to a McDonald’s. All the employees look terrified of Havik and they don’t dare to stop him when he walks behind the counter and starts making a McFlurry.

Bi Fang decides to follow Havik’s suit and starts taking some chicken nuggets and fries. They run out of the McDonald’s before another group of cops can arrive.

It was getting late and Bi Fang was getting sleepy so the Chaosrealmer returned Bi Fang to his home. Before leaving Bi Fang asked if they could go have fun again tomorrow. To which Havik replied, anything for his best friend.

Once Havik disappeared, Bi Fang ran into his parents on his way to his bedroom.

Let’s just say, they weren’t too happy to learn who Bi Fang has spent the day with. Especially Bi Han, who was livid that Havik had the nerve to kidnap his child.

Bi Fang: He said you two knew each other.

Bi Han: That doesn’t mean he is someone good or trustworthy! You know you shouldn’t speak to anyone that isn’t Lin Kuei! You are to never speak to that freak again! Understand?!

Bi Fang: He’s not a freak! He’s my friend, and he likes hanging out with me! Not like you!

*Bi Han is about to scream at his son but Sareena steps in*

Sareena: Bi Fang, you do not realize how dangerous that man truly is. He is most likely trying to manipulate and use you.

*Bi Fang starts tearing up*

Bi Fang: N-no! You’re wrong! He’s like me-

Bi Han: -Enough! Go to your room! And do not come out until I say so!

Bi Fang runs to his room crying. Bi Han feels a bit regretful for upsetting him so much, but he has the Chaos Cleric to deal with first.

He, Kuai Liang, and Smoke go to the Chaosrealm and face Havik. Bi Han is on Havik’s ass before he could even greet them. Bi Han is strong enough to pin the Cleric to the ground and starts choking him.

Havik: Y-you...se-em upset...with m-me, Bi Han...

Bi Han: *growls* How dare you kidnap my son! I’ll rip out your heart!

Havik: W-as...not kidnap, h-he came willing-ACH

*Bi Han tightens his hold on Havik’s throat. Kuai steps in and pull Bi Han off of the cleric*

Kuai Liang: Why did you take him to America? What scheme are you plotting Havik? 

Havik: What schemes? I only wanted to show the boy some fun! Your child is a riot! He is the son I have always dreamed of! Hehehe!

*Bi Han lunges at Havik again but this time Havik evades him*

Bi Han: HE IS NOT YOUR SON! HE IS MINE!

Smoke: You expect us to believe you did this for fun?

Havik: ....Yes. Do you really expect me to make sense?

*The 3 Lin Kuei stare him for a couple moments and then look at each other*

Bi Han: I am warning you now Chaos Cleric. If you ever go near my son again I will rip apart limb from limb, and give your remains to demons and they will torture you for the rest of eternity...

Havik: Oh Bi Han, do not threaten me with a good time. Fine, I will leave your boy alone. You have my word.

*crosses his toes in his boot*

Havik was lying of course. But it was enough to get the Lin Kuei and Bi Han to return to Earthrealm.

Havik wasn’t going to give up on Bi Fang just yet. The potential of havoc that boy could unleash was amazing. Somehow, Bi Fang will become his son, and together they will plunge the realms into chaos.

(I’m gonna end it here bc it became longer than I meant it to be. Hope you enjoyed)

#havik #bi fang #bi han #sareena #kuai liang #noob saibot #sub zero #kabal #kurtis stryker #lin kuei #chaosrealm #mortal kombat #my au

[razorblade180]

Sunshower 10

[1 of 2 parts]

Ilia:You see them yet?

Sun:Nope.

Ilia:Honestly, Neptune has blue hair. He should stick out like a sore thumb.

Sun:We’re on an island with every faunus trait imaginable. Doesn’t everyone sort of stick out?

Ilia:You have a point. Can’t see him, neither of us have the skill to smell him…

Sun:I mean I kinda do.

Ilia:What?

Sun:Smelling. My nose is slightly keener than most. Not by too much though.

Ilia:Hmm, the more you know.

The two continued to walk along the increasingly crowded beach; their hands still together. Ilia led the way with a brisk walk that would’ve been too much for Sun if it wasn’t for his longer stride. He knew she walked fast but he never realized just how fast until now.

Sun:Uhhh in a hurry?

Ilia:What?

Sun:You’re bobbing and weaving in between people like a madman. My arm might as well be a limp noodle now.

Ilia:Sorry, just really focused on finding those two.

Sun:.....

Sun:Is being alone with me weird?

Ilia stopped dead in her tracks and turned to him. Sun wasn’t prepared for that reaction and couldn’t stop moving before being mere inches away; to the point he had to look almost directly down to see her. She looked into his eyes a bit panicked. A tint of red growing across her cheeks.

Ilia:N..no! That’s not why! Things are a bit awkward for sure but I don’t want to think-

Sun:Woah! Hey, I wasn’t being serious. Just trying to break the ice and all.

Ilia:....*squeezes hand*

Sun:Ow!

Ilia:Apology accepted.

???:Well look who finally decided to party!?

Sun and Ilia finally break eye contact and look towards the water to see their runaway friends. Judy waved enthusiastically as she approached them with Neptune behind them. The boy looked a little pale from what Sun noticed. It wasn’t long before Sun looked down and realized Neptune was walking barefoot. His feet were covered in sand. Wet sand.

Judy:Hey guys! Where y’all been?

Ilia:Looking for you two! What happened to meeting up by the boardwalk!!?

Judy:Oh yeah, both of you were taking your sweet time so I was showing goggles here a good time. We were enjoying a nice little walk by the ocean.

Sun:Nice huh? *looks at Neptune*

Neptune:Y...Yep. Totally nice and c...calming!

Judy:? Uhhh are you getting cold?

Neptune:I just need a minute. I’m fine. Probably need some food.

Judy:Oh ok. If that’s the case then Ilia and I can get some food real quick while you boys find a good spot to sit.

Ilia:Can’t we all go together? I don’t feel like losing anyone in a crowd again.

Judy:Well you’re definitely not losing one of us it seems.

Ilia wasn’t sure what Judy meant by that. Then, it hit her. She looked down and saw that she was still holding onto to Sun. Ilia looked back to see an intrigued look on the cops face and an even more invested look on Neptune’s. Sun acted quickly and shook his hand free and began explaining. Ilia wasn’t sure why but feeling him let go kinda...stung? She hadn’t noticed how cool the air actually was until he had let go.

Sun:Right Ilia?

Ilia:Hmmm? Oh! Uhh, yeah. What he said…

Judy:Gee, how convincing. Anyways,if you really want to all stick together that’s fine I guess. Just the four us. Getting food together. In pairs. At a party. Like a double-

Ilia:Sun and Neptune, stay here close to the ocean. We’ll be right back. *walks off*

Neptune:Wait! Get me away from the wa- and they’re gone.

Sun:Did Judy seriously manage to get your feet in the water?

Neptune:Dude, I can’t look like a wimp here. Especially in front of them. Judy is so cool!

Sun:We know a lot of cool people. None of them can get you in the water but me. You’re going all in this time.

Neptune:Pffft it’s not like that. *red*

Sun:If you say so “goggles.” Heheheh

Neptune:Oh so we’re teasing now? If that’s the case, what’s up with you and Ilia?

Sun:Nothing!

Neptune:Judy and I saw you two staring at each other and holding hands like if vows were about to exchange vows.

Sun:You’re ridiculous.

Neptune:Yeah okay. So what’s going on man!?

Sun:Literally nothing. We talked, got on the same page, and now we’re cool. Friends at a party that are having a good time is what’s happening.

Neptune:So it’s not awkward?

Sun:Of course it’s awkward! It’s only been like a day. Things are still fresh. Not to mention a bit….

Neptune:Sexually charged?

Sun:*red* I didn’t say that.

Neptune:Didn’t need to. I’m sorta a pro when it comes to these things.

Sun:You’re a virgin…

Neptune:I meant being uncomfortable ya jerk. I’m gonna let that comment slide though. Your brain is probably preoccupied with other thoughts right now. *smirks*

Sun:Shut up. Can we change the conversation?

Neptune:Sure. Oh yeah, how did hanging with Yang and Blake go?

Sun:Sigh...can we go back to the first conversation?

xxxx

Ilia:.....

Judy:*smiling*.....

Ilia:Please don’t.

Judy:That Sun fellow seems nice. Definitely cute.

Ilia:I said please.

Judy:We are in the middle of a food truck line. Gotta kill time somehow.

Ilia:Silence?

Judy:You’re no fun. Come on, something is up. They didn’t make me a cop for nothing.

Ilia:Funny, I thought they were just understaffed and needed bodies.

Judy:Ouch...cutting a little deep there. I’m only trying to see how you’re doing. Makes filing your reports easier.

Ilia:What does my love life have to do with my parole?

Judy:So he’s a part of your love life?

Ilia:I...no. Fuck you. You know my type.

Judy:Oh you’ve made it apparent multiple times. Does that mean I should expect to be spending the night? Again?

Ilia’s ears turned a bit pink as she felt Judy’s had touched the middle of her back. Quickly she grabbed the fox girl's hand and looked at her. Judy stuck her tongue out teasingly as they moved up in line.

Judy:The fact that you’re so defensive speaks volumes about something.

Ilia:Why is this so important to you?

Judy:It isn’t really. I’m only trying to satisfy my curiosity. You, Sun, and even Neptune all seem to be acting a bit strange. Surprisingly, Goggles knows how to keep a secret. Even when he’s controlling his fear of water.

Ilia:He told you about that?

Judy:No but every time he let out a small gasp when a wave touched his toes told me all that I needed to know. Looks like you made a good friend. Not surprising; your judge in character is typically good.

Ilia:That’s rich coming from my parole officer.

Dan:Next customer- oh...hey...

Ilia:You’re working at the food truck? Don’t you wanna party?

Dan:I like money, and don’t care much for people.

Ilia:Relatable.

Dan:We have burgers, hotdogs, and a variety of drinks. Also fries.

Judy:You know...probably should’ve asked them what they want-

Ilia:Two hot dogs and two burgers. All with fries. Iced peach tea, iced mango tea, and blueberry lemonade. Give this slacker water.

Judy:Hey!

Ilia:She’s buying as well.

Dan:Okay.

Judy:What!?

Ilia:It’s only right. All this free community service doesn’t do well for my bank account. Also the oldest should always pay. It’s only right.

Judy:*grabbing wallet* You’re lucky that I think you’re endearing.

Ilia:Cool. Dan, make that water a Coke.

Dan:On it.

Judy:Okay so I know that’s my favorite drink, but does that mean the other drinks you ordered are their preferences.

Ilia:Maybe.

Dan:Yes.

Ilia:Can you not?

Judy:You were paying that much attention to them huh?

Ilia:I’ve known them for a bit.

Dan:She’s seen them order it once.

Ilia:Dan we’re going to fight.

Dan:Or you can take your food now. *puts tray down* Enjoy the party.

Ilia:Thanks.

She reaches to grab it but Judy cuts her off and takes it. The two begin slowly walking back towards the water. Ilia can’t help but look at Sun sitting next to Neptune and laughing about who knows what. Sure he was admittedly cute; she wasn’t blind. Not to mention he was nice, but there needed to be more than that. Still,she couldn’t shake off their night together. Her heart pounded thinking about their conversation on the roof. It was so...liberating. So comforting, the way they confided in each other. Not to mention his tears. He actually cried for her. That was more unexpected than what came after.

That warmth. That mix of fear, comfort, and excitement. It was...new? Definitely different, but not bad; definitely not bad. Her face began to heat up thinking about what she could remember from their heated exchange. What was his take about his experience? Did… he enjoy it? Why did she care? What was this ache that hit the pit of her stomach every time she looked at his face.

Ilia:Judy?

Judy:What’s up?

Ilia:What if...something did happen? Something that wasn’t bad but isn’t exactly good either? What would you do to explain it?

Judy:That’s extremely vague but...I’d try to figure it out. Word of advice, your “type” is just like everything else in your life; it can grow and evolve. It’s even possible that you never really figured it out in its entirety. Take it from me, you never stop learning about yourself. Ilia you are young and at one of the best, if not the best place to party in Remnant. Have fun and take your time.

Ilia:Wow, that might be the most grown up thing I’ve ever heard you say.

Judy:Hehe, you’re not the only one who’s been doing some growing lately. Times are changing. Don’t stand still.

She hands Ilia the tray and winks as she nudges her a step forward.

Sun:*blushing* Dude I don’t need this.

Neptune:Anything happens at a party dude.

Sun:Except for that, unless I want it to.

Neptune:Or you’re drunk.

Sun:Shut up! I don’t need a-

Ilia:We’re back.

Sun:H..Hey!

Neptune:Gasp! Blueberry lemonade!

Ilia:Yep, got you a burger too, and a mango tea for Sun.

Sun:You actually remembered that?

Ilia:Is...that weird? It’s only been like a day or so.

Sun:I know that. I just didn’t think….never mind.

Ilia:O...kay? Everything cool?

Neptune:He’s still a little burnt out from his conversation at Blake’s place.

Judy:Oooo what’s that all about?

Sun:Nothing really.

Neptune:Everything actually. A little bit of a romance problem.

Sun:Basically I sort of thought there was something between us and maybe there might’ve been? Doesn’t matter now; she’s home with her girlfriend Yang and it’s gotten to me a tad bit.

Judy:You look like you’re doing well.

Sun:I got into a drunken argument with Yang and almost broke a guy's arm. Yang and I made up tonight but then I left the house right afterwards. Being around them right now is sort of…

Ilia:Numblingly irritating. Not in the fun way either. *bites hotdog*

Sun:I was gonna be nicer than that but, yeah. That’s sort of what I’m feeling too.

Judy:To think Ms. Belladonna had three different people gunning for her heart. Is that why I saw you completely hungover Ilia? Drinking your sorrows away?

Ilia:Something like that.

Judy:Tough break. I see how you got to that point but personally, I would’ve tried something different. The best way to stop thinking about one person is finding yourself around others.

Neptune:We all were sort of disjointed last night. A plan was in motion but it all crumbled.

Judy:Ah. Still, heartbreak and booze is dangerous. I would’ve just gotten laid.

Hearing that almost made Ilia choke. How was Judy tiptoeing around so many land mines by accident!? Sun was able to keep his composure but just barely. The two remained silent and continued to eat while Neptune was trying not to laugh. Looking at either one of them could be fatal. Pretending that he’s only being a shoulder to lean on for one and not the other was challenging. He could tell both were quietly screaming “help” in their own ways.

Neptune:(Guess I should do something.) You wanna dance Judy? (Why did I say that?)

Judy:Huh?

Neptune:Dance, everyone is partying around us. I’m feeling better and music is blaring. So let’s dance. Unless you’re scared.

Judy:Not at all. Let’s all get up and enjoy the festivities in a few minutes. Imma let this food settle real quick. After that, the fireworks should be about ready to go off in about another hour. Sounds like a good way to wrap the night up since a certain someone put a time limit on being out.

Ilia:You’re lucky I didn’t go back home the minute I didn’t see you all waiting for me.

Judy:Whatever. You’re happy you came. Now let’s party!

Judy hopped up and took Neptune’s hand then ran off towards the crowd of people. The poor boy barely had time to grab his lemonade. Sun Ilia couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it was for Judy to get Neptune doing whatever the fox faunus wanted. It was a good thing that Judy wasn’t the kind of person to take advantage of others.

The laughter quickly ended when the two realized that they were alone again. They looked at each other at the same time and didn’t do anything but stare for what felt like hours of uncomfortable awkwardness. A couple more seconds passed before gears finally started turning and they ran to catch up with their friends. Being alone was too much right now.

Though Ilia was reluctant to come out, she was actually happy she did. It took a little time but she was getting in the spirit of things. Neptune was still an atrocious dancer but Judy didn’t seem to mind one bit. He actually looked like he was getting a bit better at it if Ilia squinted hard enough. Sun found himself dancing a ton. The boy went from one dance partner to another; whoever was up to it.

Ilia was no exception. Eventually he ran buy and took her by the hand to move closer to the center of the party. He probably started with others in order to hype himself up she thought. Surprisingly, it went well. There was a bit of anxiety whenever they started but nothing major. She was having fun and he was too. It’s like what Judy said, it’s a party. Not having fun would be tragic.

The night continued with splendid music, food, laughs, and exactly one bottle of beer. Ilia caved a little on her self imposed rule. She needed a bit of liquid courage to the edge off. Thankfully Judy was there to make sure “a little bit” was exactly what Ilia got. Now all four sat comfortably on two benches. watching the dazzling fireworks display. All of them in pretty good spirit and exhausted feet. Sun had planned to sit next to Neptune but Judy dashed those plans quickly. Now he was next to Ilia. It wasn’t as weird as before yet he couldn’t help but feel his heart race a little. There wasn’t much room to sit so being a few inches apart was unavoidable.

Ilia was too busy watching the fireworks to really notice. She’d finally gotten swept up in the moment. Sun watched her gaze at them in peaceful bliss. Each one that went off made her eyes grow bigger; her skin constantly changing colors with them as they lit up the night sky. She wasn’t the only one changing colors though. Sun could feel his face getting red the longer he looked at her cheerful experience. Something about it was so….calming.

He would’ve stared at it for hours if she hadn’t tuned to him by chance and he was forced to act like he was watching the sky the entire time. Unfortunate for him, Ilia isn’t stupid. It was strange. She felt kinda happy he was looking at her for whatever reason. This initiated both of them trying to steal glances from one another. A game that didn’t go unnoticed by their friends.

Judy:I could be wrong but do I see a different kind of fireworks happening between those two.

Neptune:I wouldn’t go that far. Sparklers for sure. I hope they know it isn’t the most subtle thing either.

Judy:Not likely. But enough about them. So, tonight has been fun. Getting any fireworks between us Goggles?

Neptune:*red* That’s...I...your are definitely something bright and fiery.

Judy:What does that make you?

Neptune:Burning up and melting helplessly.

Judy:Hehe, I’m that intimidating? I know I tease but not that much.

Neptune:Pretty sure I’m over thinking a tad bit. A surprise date is, well, surprising. Trying to make sure it goes well.

Judy:Yeah I did kinda spring this on you. Well for the record, I’ve been enjoying it. Question is, are you more concerned about it going well or ending well?

Judy leans in closer with a devious smile. Neptune didn’t comprehend the words they spoke for a couple seconds but immediately got the message moments later. The realization noticeable from the blush on his face.

Neptune:Oh I...that wasn’t my intent...well it crossed my mind. Not that it was the only thing I was thinking! I thought of plenty of other stuff besides you. Physically I mean! You’ve been on my mind all night. That...sounded weird. Was-

His adorable rambling was cut off by their finger pressing against his lips. He wasn’t joking about burning up. Poor boy got to the touch.

Judy:This is the furthest you’ve gotten with someone hasn’t it? Be honest with me.

Neptune:More like it’s the first time in a long time that this felt more than just an act. This feels...real. In a sense. Like I’m not going through the motions.

Judy:Tell me Goggles, how do you want this night of yours to end honestly? Cause I can tell you how I want it.

Neptune:I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t love for us to spend the entire night together, but I’d also be really nervous about it the entire time.

Judy:(He’s so cute when he’s trying) Say, why don’t we continue this conversation back at your room? Talk more about the things we currently want, and see what goes from there?

Her voice was low and like silk. She looked at him with such a playful yet honest desire as Judy’s finger trailed off his lips and down to his chest. Nervous wasn’t enough to describe Neptune’s current feelings; he didn’t even trust himself to speak at the moment. All he did was nod. After that, Judy took his and stood up eagerly. This night gave a lot of information about Neptune and it was checking off a lot of the right boxes. Ironic for someone who’s spent a lot of time trying to not be put in one. Neptune wasn’t exactly sure how things got to this point so fast. Parties are a thing of mystery. He wasn’t going to chicken out of what this night might hold for him and mentally tried to psych himself up before leading the way. He didn’t get far since….

Sun:Uh, where are you guys going?

Neptune:(Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be helping them. Gods damnit….) we were…

Judy:Fireworks are almost over and even though the party will probably rage on for several more hours, I think I’ve had my fill. So Neptune and I are going to his place and get to know each other a little more. Hope you don’t mind?

Ilia:What!? Is this an all night thing or what?

Judy:My, my, that’s a bit of a personal question don’t you think? Who’s to say really?

Ilia:Don’t get cute with me. At least go to your place. Sun needs a place to sleep.

Sun:Oh hey I actually didn’t think of that. Thanks.

Judy:No can do. My place is a mess and there’s sensitive files out that shouldn’t be seen by civilians.

Sun:Are you making that up? You wouldn’t actually leave something like that out right?

Ilia:She’s a workaholic; not to mention a clutter bug. There’s totally something left out on her coffee table right now.

Judy:And my bed, couch, probably the sink. His place is nicer.

Ilia:But-

Judy:If you care so much about Sun sleeping somewhere nice then take him to your place.

A massive firework shot up and lit the entire area with dozens of smaller ones. in a grand finale. There it was, the stinger to this entire night. Completely overshadowed by what Ilia just heard. Suddenly all the anxious, awkwardness, and butterflies in her stomach came rushing back. That one beer threatened to even come back up for a split second with how hard her gut dropped. She wasn’t facing Sun but she knew he was definitely feeling the same. Judy was playing dirty. What happened to taking things at your own pace!?

Ilia:That’s-

Judy:You have a futon if I remember correctly. Not to mention a bunch of pillows. He can sleep there and you sleep in your room. No fuss, no muss. Unless, there’s some reason that’s a bad idea?

Ilia:*mentally taxed*....

Sun:...I could go back to my room at Blake’s?

Neptune:Dude...

Ilia:But you don’t want to be there.

Sun:Yeah. Doing something that you’re not comfortable with and ruining their night sucks as an alternative. So I’ll-

Ilia:You’re coming home with me.

She said crossing her arms and giving him a look of dissatisfaction. The others stood quietly. They weren’t expecting the sudden shift in attitude.

Ilia:Seriously, I thought I told you that you have to stop drawing the short straw for the sake of others all the time. You don’t think I’d feel guilty putting you in a position where you’re miserable?

Neptune:She’s right. Be a little greedy for yourself sometimes man. No need to always bite the bullet.

Sun:I…*scratches head* my bad.

Judy:Well if that’s settled then we’re all set. Ilia, don’t worry about community service tomorrow. Take a proper morning to unwind. Leave the paperwork to me.

Ilia didn’t get the chance to respond before Judy left with a flustered and nervous Neptune. Once again, her and Sun were left alone. Only this time it felt like they were back on the pier. Ilia rubbed her arm and try finding anywhere to look that wasn’t his face. That stupidly endearing face.

Sun:So you wanna party a bit more before heading back?

Ilia:I think Judy robbed what energy I had left. We can start heading back and talk on the way.

Sun:Okay.

That might’ve been the plan, but it did not happen. Not exactly anyways. They did indeed leave behind the festive noises and laughter to finally turn in for the night but talking felt impossible. Sure there was plenty they wanted to say, but they never managed to find the words for them. Instead they walked as quiet as death itself on the way to Ilia’s house. Each with a thousand unspoken thoughts on their mind. Sun contemplated on if this was a good idea while Ilia tried her best to remember just how clean her house was. She’d never have a guest. Not even Blake. Ilia’s home was her escape from the world; her little piece of sanctuary in the chaos she called her life. Now she was about to share it.

Part 9

#sun x ilia #ilia amitola #rwby #rwby sunshower #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #rwby ships #rwby sunspots #this chapter was so long that tumblr said no #if this gains traction fast then the second part will be up fast

[catchlalune]

alright I got a request for you lovely! how about Eric from the boyz with the college!au, meet cute trope and prompt #2?? 💕💕

So um, I got a little carried away and may turn this into a full-on one-shot hehe. Sorry if it’s kind of poopy, I haven’t written in a while

Eric + College!au + cute meeting + prompt #2 “fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck.” 

You can’t believe you let your new group of friends talk you into this shit. You all could get into some serious trouble. Sure, freshman orientation was about meeting new people and learning new things, making connections, all that good shit blah blah but you were pretty sure that sneaking alcohol into the co-ed dorms and going to a dorm room party on a floor that was off-limits to the freshman was not the way to do it. 

But also, fuck it. 

You never did bad things, you were always the good one. Always said yes when you needed to, always did exactly what you needed to do and made sure to do it better than your peers. You were the goody-goody, the teacher's pet -in short- you had never done a rebellious thing in your life. In fact, the most rebellious thing you recall doing was the chubby bunny challenge when your mom told you not to. This was new to you, very nerve-wracking but also you were so interested in seeing the person you would become in college. So for one night maybe you should just ignore the nagging of your gut and go for it.

Correction- never ignore your gut feelings. If you hadn’t you wouldn’t be standing up against the side of the dorms in the balmy air that lingered against your skin due to the early August heat. You wouldn’t be waiting to make a run for it back to your dorm room so you didn’t get busted with the others. You don’t even remember how you got here, the alcohol and the smell of cigarettes and something much more than that made your mind a bit foggy. It had all happened so fast and all you knew was you were not about to get in trouble because you made a dumb decision, your mom would whoop your ass and then some. 

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit, fuck!” You mutter to yourself after checking around the corner to see a cop car had arrived. It was now or never, you had to go.

Making a mad dash to the other side of the building would be easy if you could stay out of the light and not make any noise. Unfortunately for you, this night couldn't possibly be any harder. The moment your body connected with another you knew you’d probably be getting in trouble. There was a soft oof as your head connected with his chest and the two of you tumbled down unceremoniously in a tangle of limbs. You lay there on top of him for a moment in a daze the beating of his heart sure and solid beneath you, it almost lulled you to sleep.

“Oh god, please don’t be dead.” Almost. You can’t help the scoff that makes it out of you before you lift your head to look at the idiot, your breath subsequently leaving you too. 

“Oh good, you’re alive,” He raises a hand to check over your face, you assume to see if there was any damage done. “And you’re cute.” 

His words come to you in the form of a whisper but you’re so close you can’t help but hear it. Then he seems to snap back into reality when the two of you can hear voices. A brief moment of panic seizes your heart and lungs, making it hard to breathe but then he sits up and touches you on the shoulder softly. 

“Shh, shh.” He coos at you. “My name is Eric, and I’m going to make sure we both get out of this. I know we only just met but you can trust me.” 

It turns out that trusting Eric was the smartest thing you could’ve done that night. Not only had he gotten you out of the situation but he calmed you down from your panic attack with ease. He had also stayed with you until he was sure it was safe for you to return to your dorm room. Trusting Eric was simple and easy and also he was really kind of cute.

#eric sohn #the boyz fluff #the boyz scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #eric fluff

[nolanhollogay]

[chanting] antreggie antreggie antreggie

i have brain rot so here is a oneshot Mwah tagging @juliesdahlias and @richitozier bcuz i know there was interest hehe

oh also rated like t i guess for making out and vaguely implied nsfw situations (it’s just in a single line but wanted to warn anyway just in case)

Ant tried his best not to look too affected as he watched Alex and Luke. They were standing on the other side of the room, wearing matching smiles and holding hands. They were discussing some date they were going to go on. Ant wrinkled his nose as Alex laughed at something Luke said.

Ant hated being jealous. It made him feel gross inside, like his guts were made of nothing but rage and insecurity. But he couldn’t help it. Not when they were being so coupley in his face literally every day. Ever since they got together it felt like they were suffocating him with their love.

He looked back down at the book in his hands as Luke pulled Alex down for a kiss. He just needed to distract himself.

All of a sudden, Reggie’s head was in his lap. He moved his book to see his smiling face and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, hi?” he said, staring down at him in confusion.

“What ya reading?” Reggie asked. Ant blinked at him. The cover was literally directly in front of him.

He decided to humor him anyway. “Adrenaline by James Robert Baker. It’s about this gay couple who kidnap a cop after-”

Reggie cut him off. “Sounds cool. We should make out." 

Ant froze, making a face at being interrupted before he actually processed what Reggie had said. "What?”

“We should make out,” he repeated. He was still smiling, but he didn’t seem to be joking.

“Why?” Ant folded down the corner of the page he was on in his book before he closed it. Better give Reggie his full attention unless he wanted to agree to something stupid. He’d made that mistake too many times before.

Reggie sucked in a breath. “I’m hot, you’re hot, I wanna know if I like guys like I think I do, it’ll make you stop moping over Alex and Luke,” he listed, holding up four fingers as he spoke.

“I’m not moping,” Ant said with a scoff. He was brooding at best.

“You’re definitely moping. But it’s okay because you’re cute when you pout.”

“I don’t pout. Shut up,” he said. Reggie cooed, sitting up to cup his face and squish his cheeks. Ant looked over his shoulder to see Luke and Alex still in their own world.

He sighed, knowing he might as well give in. He had nothing to lose. “You better take me on a date first, Reginald,” he grumbled, and Reggie cheered, pulling him into a hug.

Ant realized he’d never really thought of Reggie romantically before. Yeah, he’d thought he was cute, he wasn’t blind. But he’d never seen him in the way he’d seen Alex or any other guy he’d been attracted to. Reggie was just his straight friend who happened to be cute. Who was apparently not as straight as he thought and thought he was hot.

Watching Reggie grin at him, he acknowledged that maybe that could change. He wondered how this development would change everything else. 

“What are you guys doing?” Luke asked with a laugh. Alex sent Ant a curious look, eyebrow raised in question. Ant shrugged.

Reggie cleared his throat, climbing out of Ant’s lap. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it." 

-

Their date consisted of them watching Casper on VHS on Reggie’s couch and sharing a pepperoni pizza. 

It wasn’t exactly some mind blowing romantic experience but Ant hadn’t expected much. Reggie did wear his fancy flannel and he held Ant’s hand the entire night though, so maybe he was taking it semi-serious.

And he had kept watching Ant as the movie played, like he couldn’t help himself, which made butterflies flutter behind Ant’s ribcage.

"Do you want to go upstairs?” Reggie asked, turning to him as the credits started.

Ant scoffed, even though a smile was tugging at his lips. Reggie was always so overzealous. “What kind of boy do you take me for?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Reggie cried, holding his hands up in protest. “I just meant that we could hang out in my room!”

Ant laughed, the sound bubbling out of him, making Reggie frown in confusion. “I know. I was just teasing you, Reg." 

Reggie punched him on the shoulder. "Asshole.”

-

Ant sat on Reggie’s bed, waiting as he closed the door behind them. His parents had just gotten home and were already arguing so they had escaped as quickly as they could. Ant hated when they got caught in the crossfire.

He sighed, leaning back against Reggie’s pillows. 

Reggie’s room was always messy, even when he put in the effort to clean it. He had obviously straightened up because he knew Ant was coming over, but there were still little things out of place here and there. His guitar resting against his wall while it’s case stuck out from under the bed. A t-shirt crumpled up on the floor that he must’ve forgotten to pick up. An open text book on his desk. It was kind of endearing.

Reggie cleared his throat as he sat next to Ant. They sat in silence for a minute, the only sound his mom yelling at his dad for something Ant couldn’t make out. Whatever. It wasn’t his business.

He turned to face Reggie, who looked nauseous. “Do you want to-" 

Reggie was the one to initiate the kiss, cutting off his question. He pressed his lips to Ant’s and the second Ant kissed back he was trying to shove his tongue into his mouth. His mouth was hot, he was breathing hard against Ant’s lips and Ant wrinkled his nose.

"So, that’s why girls never call you back,” he said, moving away with a groan. Whatever fond feelings he had been having very quickly disappeared. Reggie may have been cute but he was still Reggie.

He gasped. “Hey!”

Ant huffed out a laugh. “Calm down. You kiss like you’re trying to eat my face. Ease into it.”

He leaned in again, pressing their lips back together. He gently grabbed Reggie’s chin to adjust his position and laughed when Reggie pinched him on the side.

“Don’t manhandle me, Tony.”

He was the only one who called Ant “Tony”. It used to annoy him to no end. Tony was a name for a weird uncle, or a mobster or something. But it had grown on him over the years.

Ant flicked him on the forehead and he whined. “I’m trying to help. You’re thinking too hard and trying too hard. I’m supposed to be the nervous wreck, not you.”

“I don’t want to scare you off. And I don’t want to mess up,” Reggie admitted.

“Reg, I’m already in your bed. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t,” Ant said, voice soft. Reggie nodded, worry beginning to slip off his face. “C'mon, we’ll try again. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just be gentle.”

Reggie nodded again and they kissed for the third time. It went much smoother than the first two. Reggie let him set the pace, their lips moving together slowly. The fighting downstairs melted away as they found their groove.

It was like trying to learn a song on the guitar for the first time. You kept trying til you found the right note.

Ant sighed as Reggie cupped his face. His hands were holding him like he was something he was scared to drop. Something delicate. It made his chest ache. Something it had definitely never done in Reggie’s presence before. But it wasn’t unwelcome.

He sucked in a breath as Reggie slid a hand into his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue slipped between Ant’s teeth, making him shiver.

Ant looped his arms around his back, trying to get even closer and suddenly he was in Reggie’s lap.

Reggie pulled away from the kiss, smiling sheepishly. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were shining. Ant didn’t understand how he looked so pretty or why they weren’t still kissing.

“Sorry, I just got excited. Is that okay? I know you don’t really like to be touched sometimes. Even though we’re, like, kissing, it’s not the same as me yanking you around,” he said. He was embarrassed and surprisingly considerate for a guy who had tried to eat Ant’s face not too long ago. It was unbelievably cute.

Ant nodded as something warm bloomed in his chest. “Yeah, it’s okay. Kiss me again.”

Reggie nodded. But before he did anything, he very loosely grabbed Ant’s forearms and wrapped them around his neck. Being touched so sweetly kind of made Ant want to swoon, or cry. He was suddenly overcome with affection.

“So you’re more comfortable,” Reggie explained and Ant couldn’t do anything in response except kiss the sweet little smile off of his face.

They kissed for hours after that. All the way up until Ant had to go back home. Even though they had spent the entire afternoon with each other’s tongues in their mouths, it wasn’t awkward when they said their goodbyes, like Ant expected. He assumed it would be a one off thing, something they’d forget about and never bring up again. He was apparently mistaken when Reggie managed to make him blush by giving him a “kiss to keep him safe”.

Ant felt like he was glowing from the inside out for the entire walk home.

-

Making out with Reggie very quickly became a learning experience.

Reggie learned that sometimes Ant didn’t want to be touched but other times he needed nothing more then the two of them to be pressed together, fingers intertwined and legs tangled up. He didn’t like rough kisses and he loved being kissed on the forehead. (Though he’d never admit that outloud.)

Ant learned that Reggie liked it when he scratched his nails down his back and whispered snarky comments into the space between their lips. He didn’t like Ant talking about having a crush on Kurt Cobain in the middle of kissing. (But really, it was his fault for putting All Apologies on the making out mixtape.)

Ant was also learning that their friends were incredibly oblivious. A part of him already knew that, for a multitude of reasons. But he and Reggie were apparently very bad at sneaking around and they still hadn’t caught on.

A week ago, Bobby had walked in on Ant sitting in Reggie’s lap and didn’t even blink. He just said, “Hey guys,” as Reggie pushed Ant onto the floor. Then without comment, he pulled out his guitar and paid them no mind, like they weren’t bickering and blushing.

A few days before that Luke walked in on them holding hands and wanted to know if they were “band bonding” without everyone else. So they ended up holding his hands as well, standing like a bunch of kids playing Ring Around The Rosie. It would’ve been sweet if Alex didn’t come in immediately after and say that they looked stupid.

Alex was probably the only one even close to figuring out what was going on, but he didn’t even seem to care. Ant wasn’t trying to make him jealous or anything because he wasn’t terrible and Alex was literally taken, but it kind of bothered him that his best friend was so flippant about his secret relationship.

They’d been hanging out, just the two of them, for the first time in a while. They were in his room, playing a very unsuccessful game of Pictionary when Alex squinted at him.

“What?” he asked, squinting back.

“You’re wearing Reggie’s shirt,” Alex replied, sounding suspicious. Ant looked down at the shirt he was wearing, and sure enough, he was wearing Reggie’s Iron Maiden shirt. “That’s his lucky shirt. How’d you get it?”

“He gave it to me because he ruined one of mine,” Ant explained. It technically wasn’t a lie. The week before Reggie had destroyed his shirt in a rather indecent way and had given him a shirt to wear. 

Ant hadn’t known it was his lucky shirt until that moment. There was something sweet about Reggie giving him something that apparently meant a lot to him. He bit his lip to hide a smile as Alex nodded, looking uninterested, before he started a new round of the game.

A part of Ant wanted him to care more, to press him for information. But a bigger part of him liked having Reggie all to himself.

It was then, trying to draw a tiger, that he realized he was screwed. Apparently he’d caught actual feelings for Reggie and had somehow missed it as it was happening. That was just his luck. 

-

Ant was half asleep, trying to read Shakespeare for class when his bedroom door burst open. He flinched at the sound, looking over to the doorway.

Reggie was standing there, sweaty and out of breath. “Ant, we have a problem,” he announced, loudly.

“Shhh, stop being so loud. And how’d you get into my house? Did my Dad let you in? You know you’re supposed to call before you come over,” he rambled. His brain heard the word problem and shot into overdrive.

Reggie closed the door behind him before walking the short distance to his bed. He threw himself into it and leaned against the wall.

“Yes, your dad let me in. Sorry I didn’t call, but this is important,” he said.

Ant’s stomach dropped, his mind running through all the worst case scenarios. Someone died. The guys found out about them going behind their backs and hated them. Reggie was going to tell him they needed to stop because he didn’t actually like him.

Trying to hold back the urge to vomit, he cleared his throat. Forcing himself to meet Reggie’s eyes, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I was in bed and I was thinking about you. Not in a dirty way,” he paused, “Okay, maybe a little bit of a dirty way. But it was tasteful! There were like candles and stuff and-”

“Please get to the point, Reg.” Ant curled his hands into fists at his sides, trying to calm himself down. He was so nervous he was shaking.

Reggie nodded. “Right. Sorry. So, I was thinking about you and I realized that I like you. Like, I really like you. Like, I wanna date you. And I know we’ve been kind of dating already, but I want the real deal. So, I ran all the way here because I had to tell you and see if you felt the same.”

Rage and embarrassment and fondness swirled in Ant’s chest. God, Reggie was so stupid. He liked him so much.

He picked up his copy of King Lear and smacked him on the shoulder with it. “I hate you. You just freaked me out so bad because you’re dramatic. You could’ve just called me.”

Reggie whined, rubbing his arm. “But that wouldn’t have been as romantic!”

Ant rolled his eyes but his annoyance didn’t last long because he replayed Reggie’s confession in his head.

“I really like you too. Even if you are stupid and almost gave me a heart attack,” he said, making Reggie grin.

“So, we’re boyfriends now?” he asked. Ant nodded, smiling back at him.

Reggie cheered and threw himself at him with a kiss. Ant laughed into his mouth.

“Oh, I must’ve really scared you. You’re shaking,” he said, voice full of concern as he pulled away.

Ant groaned, flushing with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so worked up that fast. “I thought someone died or something. Leave me alone.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I know you worry, I should’ve taken that into consideration when I was doing my script in my head,” Reggie said. He brushed Ant’s hair off of his forehead and pressed a kiss there.

Ant blushed again. He couldn’t handle being taken care of. It made him feel feverish, like affection was burning his body up from the inside.

“Leave me alone. I have homework to do,” he said, gently pushing him away.

Reggie nodded, even as he straddled him and threw his book to the floor. “You know what’s cooler than homework? Kissing me.”

Ant really couldn’t argue with that logic.

#antreggie #anthony price #my writing #no u dont understand im OBSESSED #95verse

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𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐃 // vice detective, thirty-three, red ridge native.

— unflinching, grudging, brainy, irreverent, plucky, mulish. loosely inspired by dominique dipierro (mr robot), laurie blake (watchmen hbo), eve polastri (killing eve), wendy byrde (ozark), and allie pressman (the society). this vine, too.

howdy, folks! i’m dev. 🤠 this is my dearest brain babie, jordan. normally, this is where i’d get all mushy-gushy on y’all, but the rest of this introduction is already too long as it is, and i’d rather not add insult to injury hehe. just know i’m happy to be here & even more excited to get to know you all + your brain babies, too! 🥳 @redridgeimp​​

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: bullet points marked with three asterisks (***) feature mentions of domestic abuse and unfit parenting. reader discretion is advised.

the toussards are old money. her mother’s side of the family have made their fortune off of hay farms scattered across the state of nevada, and her father’s side of the family have mostly been cattle and dairy farmers. together, they decided to venture into real estate, too, by buying up farm land plots and selling them at a higher price, along with residential plots, too. 

they’re not showy people, but they definitely make good use of their money. jordan’s childhood home is a plantation-style house on a big ole plot of land situated on the outskirts of town. they had healthy green grass with sprinklers and a full garden. inside, everything was real wood, ivory, and silver. they had a maid and gardeners and the whole nine yards. still, if you hadn’t seen that or recognized their family name, you might have expected them to be any other family belonging to red ridge. 

to many, they gave off the image of a picture-perfect, all-american nuclear family. it’s easy to pretend, seeing as they live so far away from all the glitz and none of them -- no matter how they feel -- are willing to shatter that golden reputation, but it isn’t real. elise, her mother, wanted a doll more than she wanted an actual child, and it was society’s pressure on women to give birth that forced her hand, not any sense of innate desire for expanding the family. joseph, her father, was too caught up in his wife’s every wish and whim to really pay attention to jordan in a deep way. he never turned his back on her, but jordan never felt any deep belonging to him either -- if anything, he felt more like a 2d stand in for the father she wished she’d had. 

*** that meant there was only one adult left to really pick up her parent’s slack, and that was corinne, her aunt. corinne, who had an awful habit of bringing terrible men home. corinne, who was bipolar and unmedicated, and often in charge of taking care of jordan from the moment she was in diapers to the moment she graduated college. corinne, who was manipulated by her own sister. corinne, who was helpless to protect jordan against her mother’s attacks, and unable to shield her from the rage her boyfriends spat. corinne is like a mother to jordan. she was the hand that rubbed her back when she was sick. she was the open arms that held her when one of jordan’s teenage dates went sour. she was the one to cover for her when she snuck out and the one to teach her everything her mother considered too immoral and dirty. corinne is her mother in the way elise never could be, but still .. jordan can’t help but feel anger towards her. 

*** jordan’s known how to use, fire, and clean a gun from the age of eight. she learned how to hunt at the age of ten. she knew and helped her father field dress a handful of animals by the age of twelve. you may think this was just a bit of heavy-handed bonding between a father and daughter, but it wasn’t. elise and joseph used to go away a lot, both for pleasure and business, which left jordan in corinne’s sole care. that wouldn’t be a problem, if it weren’t for the fact that a grand majority of corinne’s relationships were abusive, specifically physically. jordan was a child, but she was a child with a duty -- a duty to protect her caretaker if necessary. at the time, jordan didn’t think much of it. she liked feeling like she had an in with her father, liked feeling important. it was only when she got older that she realized how fucked up everything had been, and how that’s the driving factor behind the feeling of fear she just can’t drop, and the mistrust she has in others. the anger she feels towards corinne is rooted in that. she can’t help but feel like it’s corinne’s fault and she hates that her aunt -- a fully grown adult -- was the center of her childhood, instead of her own self.

skipping forward a bit, jordan went to college right after high school to major in criminal science. her lifelong exposure to such abuse left her with a taste for vengeance. see, jordan wanted to be a police officer to protect her hometown, sure, but she also wanted the badge so that she could finally dish out the punishment that so many of the officers she’d seen were unwilling to. the only way to stop that culture of turning a blind eye was to do it from the inside, and that’s exactly what she did. 

jordan’s been a cop for twelve years now. she started her career doing patrol and eventually working with the gangs and narcotics team for five years. after a lot of pestering and brown-nosing, jordan became a g&n detective. she was mostly in charge of surveillance, carrying out raids, and the planning of both. ( she had an opportunity early in her career to go undercover, but jordan’s too obvious for that. ) eventually, jordan switched departments over to the special victims unit, but that stint really only served as a segue into where she is now: the vice and support department. she used to specialize in community outreach, helping bridge the gap between the community and the precinct. she worked with groups focused on helping those affected by drugs and sex workers who have been abused. when one of the detectives assigned to missing persons cases left, jordan was quick to apply for it. needless to say, she got the job and has been doing that since.

she’s got the nose for it -- all the digging and reviewing and passion for the relentless pursuit. she doesn’t particularly like dealing with the families of those affected, but it’s part of the job. on most days, she genuinely enjoys it, but with the rise in crime and the amount of deaths at their feet, jordan can’t help but rethink her choices. she’s competitive by nature; she can’t handle these losing games. 

jordan’s a very cutthroat cop -- especially in her g&n days, when it was all heat, all pressure, all the time. she’s got an eye for weakness and isn’t afraid to exploit that on the job. she’s not above making threats -- promises, really -- and has always been the type to gather as much evidence as humanly possible, because she wants prosecutors to see justice through. she’s just really efficient. she wouldn’t be where she was at only thirty-three if she wasn’t. most of the time, you can catch her putting in overtime hours. 

that being said... jordan has a big heart. she doesn’t believe in institutions as a whole, but she does believe in people. the law is the law and rules are vital for a functioning society, but .. she may be willing to look the other way sometimes, if you’re close enough. ( i mean, she was married to a valencia member at one point, so. ) she may not agree with what some people do, but she’ll really only go after you if what you’re doing is truly heinous. ( but don’t tell her supervisors! 🥺 and don’t mention the hypocrisy to her face. )

outside of work, though, jordan’s pretty chill. she used to be a loudmouthed firecracker in her youth, but she’s calmed down significantly since then. really, she’s not so bad! maybe it's because she can't handle being alone, but she thrives from being in groups + will strike up a conversation with anyone and everyone. if she likes your shoes, she'll tell you. if you need a ride home then she’ll walk with you because she’s most likely equally as inebriated. kind of the person that you’re hesitant to approach, but when you do she treats you like you’re old friends -- even if you're not. you know that drunk girl in the bathroom that gives you sagely advice or tells you she loves your hair? that’s jordan, except she’s not drunk. 

when jordan makes her mind up on something, it’s almost impossible to get her to budge. it doesn’t matter if she’s in the wrong, she’ll trudge on no matter what. her flippancy in the face of danger – a prized act at this point – has landed her in trouble before, and it most certainly will again. she’s unyielding and unapologetic; not willing to change herself for anyone. getting her to talk about her emotions is like pulling teeth, except even that would probably be easier. she’s incredibly honest about some things as a way to hide behind it; it’s a farce that distracts people into thinking she’s being honest with them, when really she’s not -- not entirely, anyway. 

loves love, but she’s rotten at it. her anxiety gets in the way, tells her that she’ll mess it up somehow until she finally does, like a self-fulfilling prophecy. ( something-something abt the fact that she can’t comprehend someone loving her if not even her own parents could ). she’s a much better friend, and jordan thinks that’s more important anyhow. genuinely, if you’re her friend then she loves you endlessly and earnestly.

𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 !

jordan is that friend that gets a little bit too into car karaoke.

she’s also the type to order a screwdriver during an 11a brunch.

it’s a wonder that she doesn’t have tinnitus, considering she always blasts heavy metal music in her car.

makes jokes about getting married and divorced, because if you can’t laugh at your pain then you’re fucked.

if you ever visit her unannounced, you’ll spot her in t-shirts that say “milf in training”, “god looks like me”, and more.

if you’re mean to her she’ll give you a parking ticket.

she plays dirty in fights. used to bite a lot as a child and she still does. all is fair in love and war, babie! enjoy getting that tetanus shot and lovely hospital bill! 💋

pantsuits from monday to friday, and overalls without a bra on the weekend because fuck that shit. also extremely partial to shirts with low plunges. a lil bit of side titty for everyone. 

if you’re leaving a drink behind she’ll finish it for you because daddy didn’t raise no quitters.

has a lot of self-worth issues, but she’d sooner die than ever tell anyone about them or even confront them herself. 

don’t let the pantsuit fool you! there’s pure muscle underneath that two-piece, babie. 

𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄. 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

“i am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth.”

"can i be blamed for my efforts? all men are drawn to the sea, perilous though it may be."

"there is a place, deep in the heart of fear, where you trap yourself and claim that is safety."

"still, a great deal of light falls on everything."

"i hold a stalk in my hand. i am the stalk. my roots go down to the depth of the world."

“i always figured when i got older, god would sorta come into my life somehow. and he didn’t. i don’t blame him. if i was him i would have the same opinion of me that he does.”

“nothing washes off.”

“you cannot be stolen, ransacked, looted like an emptied bank account or a burgled house. you are the tough old tissues, the exquisite scars. you are the thing that would not die.”

𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 ! ( open to any gender ) 

jordan can’t function without a best friend, so.. gimme, please! 🥺🤲

i once read a passage talking about how the friendships you make in your childhood can never be mimicked in your adulthood, and you know what.. #true. where’s jordan’s childhood friends at? do they still keep in touch? did they have a massive fallout as teenagers where jordan told them to get hit by a truck because she was a very dramatic 16 yr old? were they frenemies? do they still have one of jordan’s things because she was terrible at remembering everything after a sleepover? did jordan’s parents help your muse’s family out? idc, just gimme!

exes / almost exes. remember what i said about jordan being a shit when it comes to love? they could’ve been serious at some point whether as adults or in their youth, maybe it was short-lived, maybe jordan never even let it get off the ground. could be on good terms or bad terms or no terms at all. 

neighbors!! jordan pulls some odd hours n sometimes plays her music a little too loud and burns her food more often than she should at 33 yrs old. she may or may not be the best neighbor to have is all i’m saying, but she tries!! 

friends!! platonic love is the most purest form of love there is and she’s got a lot of it to give!! come and get ya some! 

enemies / hateships because sometimes .. it just be like that. whether this has to do with a falling out of some sort, just straight up hate at first sight, or something to do with an encounter on the job, or something else entirely i’m here for it! 

one night stands / [old] fwb. i’m gonna be honest with y’all: if jordan likes you, then she can’t sleep with you. now, i’m gonna be honest with y’all again: jordan’s very much a yes-girl. she says and does things just to get a reaction sometimes or see what’ll happen ( something-something "sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them" ). that being said, she’ll sleep with just about anyone. maybe they don’t talk about it ever, maybe they only ever talk when they want something, maybe they regret it, maybe it’s all gucci, and maybe it was good until it wasn’t. idk! 

jordan has been shot twice in her career thus far. the first time was during a noise disturbance call and the second time was during a narc raid. if your muse wants in on that we can discuss the deets! 

and also literally whatever else your heart desires because i’m both here for the fluffiest deepest connections ever and also the angstiest makes-me-wanna-die type shit. i literally don’t say no to anything so if you have any ideas you think jordan can be a good fit for, i’m all ears!! 

#redridgeintro #did i really have to write all of tht? no. but did i do it anyway bc i love jordan with my whole entire heart? yes. yes i unfortunately did. #tldr is that she's just a messy ole scaredy cat with a big marshmallow heart !!!! #domestic violence tw #domestic abuse tw

[ping-ping-ying]

 NCT 2019: Mafia! Yandere!

Warning: toxic relationships, mental and emotional abuse, mentions of death/murder and suicide, kidnapping, illegal crimes, descriptive violence

NCT 2019: Reaction when their s/o tries to escape

To make this easier these will deadass be split up into units😂

Requested by @99-nct 🌻💓

NCT 127:

Taeyong: Would honestly freak a little. Since he made sure he kept track of you the entire day. He always knew where you were, and what you were doing. So when he came home from working late to see the house completely empty he panicked. But about four days after escaping he used all his resources to track you down, and found you waiting at a train station.

“Hey sweetie.” He pointed a gun to your back.

You stood there frozen.

“On the count of three, you’re going to come back home with me and get severely punished, or I’ll start shooting random civilians, your call.”

Johnny: Wouldn’t be as freaked out as you would expect him to be. All he needed to do was trace your steps. He made sure to look through your emails, phone logs, and sure enough, he found out you bought a plane ticket back home (unless you live in Korea lol) . It took him quite a while to find you in the crowded airport, but once he did, he gripped your wrist making you turn and face him.

“Hey doll face, remember me? The love of your life?”

Taeil: Home boi really caught you in the midst of your escape. You thought he went to sleep so you decided to high tail it out of there. But to your misfortune, Taeil was downstairs sitting in his chair. He held a glass of whiskey as he swirled it around looking at it intently.

“Now my dear, what do you think you’re doing?”

Doyoung: Was quite oblivious of the fact that you tried to escape. You both were at the mall and he went to go order food from the food court. Once he left you, you decided to sprint towards the malls entrance/exit. People gave you weird looks but you didn’t care. Your mind was focused on escaping. A mall cop saw you basically running and he came up to you and told you to stop running. In this moment you were about to tell this mall cop everything, but you were quickly shut down.

“Honey there you are!” Doyoung came jogging up to you.

The mall cop noticed your uneasy state, so he asked you,

“Do you know this man ma’am?”

You didn’t have time to answer because Doyoung came up with a smooth lie.

“Yes, this is my wife. She suffers from PTSD. Something must’ve triggered her, I’m so sorry sir.” He came and held your hand.

“No I’m sorry, please just make sure she is okay.” The cop bowed and walked off.

Doyoung then squeezed your hand tightly, to the point where you thought he was going to break a couple of fingers

“You are in big trouble when we get home.”

Mark: Mark wasn’t really a hardcore vicious yandere. He was actually surprisingly lenient when it came to you. That was his big mistake. You kept up your good behavior so he could give you more freedom, and that he did. You two were at a park and Mark had to use the bathroom. He told you to wait for him, and you, plastered a fake smile on your face and told him you would wait. As soon as the bathroom door shut you made a run for it. 

You didn’t care where you were going, as long as it was away from him. You lost track of how long you were running and decided to look back, when you did, you bumped into someone. 

“Are you all right miss?” An older woman asked as she helped you up.

“Yes, I need-”

“Babe!” Mark came running up to you. “I told you to wait for me! She’s so competitive, cheater.”

“You two are adorable! Have fun!” The older woman walked off and you looked at Mark. 

He grabbed your hand and yanked you towards the exit of the park. 

Haechan: This evil little shit actually let you escape, just so he can hunt you down. It was part of this sick little fantasy he had. When he finally caught you, it was not even an hour later. He knocked you out and threw you in the back of the car.

“I could do this all day princess.”

Yuta: It was his fault really. He left you at home alone all day and he forgot to lock the doors and windows. He was such in a rush that he forgot to do it. You walked straight out the door, and hopped into your car. The next thing you remember is waking up in the hospital. You were weak and could barley move, Yuta was asleep in a chair to your left. In that moment, you wanted to just pull out your IV but you couldn’t fore it was probably the only thing keeping you alive right now. 

“Honey! Are you okay?!” Yuta popped up and immediately grabbed your hand. 

“I think, I’m fine?”

“Where were you going? You know you aren’t allowed to leave the house without me.”

To your surprise, Yuta didn’t even suspect you tried to escape, because if he did, you probably would’ve been better dying off in the car accident. So you made up a lie to save your ass.

“I-I wanted to surprise you and make you your favorite meal. I haven’t cooked it in a while, and you seemed so stressed. I just wanted to do something good.”

“Oh honey.” He gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I appreciate it, but next time, just tell me where you’re going okay?”

“Okay.” 

Jungwoo: This sweetheart could turn cold in 2.5 when it came to you. He caught you trying to pick the lock on the front door.

“What are you doing?” 

“I wanted to go for a walk to clear my head.”

“No, come back to bed.”

“Jungwoo-”

“COME BACK TO BED!” 

Jaehyun: You kept being good and Jaehyun immediately knew something was up. You were usually a brat and acted out. For the past week he kept his eye on you. Then you decided to escape. Jaehyun was in the basement working out when you crept out the kitchen and to the front door. Before you could even touch the doorknob, both of your arms were pinned up against your head and your back slammed against the door. 

“I should’ve known you were up to something. You need to start obeying me more princess.” 

“Make me.” You spit in his face.

His head jerked to the side for a couple seconds and he smirked back at you. 

“You’re in for one hell of a punishment baby girl.” 

NCT DREAM:

(Except Mark and Haechan)

Renjun: Honestly, you were afraid to escape from Renjun. He was a sick sadistic bastard who had no problem bashing your fingers if you didn’t listen. So sad to say, you didn’t try to escape this time, due to the fact your broken leg was still healing, thanks to Renjun. 

Jeno: Another one who was oblivious to your attempt to escape. He just thought you had to use the bathroom, but when you didn’t come back halfway through the movie he went searching for you. He found you talking to a cop and went up to the both of you.

“Hey babe, you’re missing the movie! Is there a problem officer?” He said ever so sweetly. 

“Not at all young man, she just got lost is all.” 

Jeno grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly while walking back to the theater. 

Jaemin: Just like Haechan, he loved when you “escaped”. The hunt was his favorite part, he stalked you the entire time. When you were walking back from the store, he sat parked right outside. Now all he had to do was grab you, but he decided to wait. He didn’t find it fun if the hunt ended so quickly. 

Chenle: This baby went ballistic. He was looking around the school yard for you. He thought you wouldn’t have gotten out of the hand cuffs. But behold, you showed up to school with your wrists wrapped up. You basically almost cut off your wrists trying to break free. Chenle walked up to you and hugged you. 

“What happened? Are you okay? You can’t leave me again. This time you won’t be in handcuffs.

Jisung: The school day was over and you tried to hurry out of the school. Jisung was lurking around and you didn’t want to run into him. A teacher stopped you to talk about your grades (leave it to teachers to ruin everything, lol *disappointed but not surprised*). Jisung made his way to you with a wicked smile on his face.

“Hey Jisung!” The teacher greeted him warmly. 

“Hello! Are you ready to go?” He smirked at you. 

You knew you were screwed. 

WayV:

(this boutta be dark asf sksks for some reason I see WayV as darker Yandere’s then the rest of NCT lord help me sksks)

Kun: You tried and failed for the fifth time to escape from Kun. This time you ended up recieving the worst punishment ever. He tied you up in the basement and didn’t give you food or water for two days straight. Then after he fed you, and made you get on your knees in front of this large bucket. He restrained your hands and held your head under water for 30 seconds. This went on two more times before he dried you off and let you go back upstairs. 

Ten: Ten wasn’t expecting to try and escape again so quickly. Since your last attempt didn’t go so well. He caught you trying to hot wire his car, since he hid the keys. He put a cloth soaked with chloroform over your face, so he didn’t have to deal with your struggling. When you woke up, you were chained up in your room on the bed. Your legs were free though. Ten came walking in with a tray of supplies. Ten wasn’t into torture, but you needed to learn your lesson. He sat down next to you and in his hand was a tiny scalpel. 

“Stay still baby, this won’t hurt as much.”

He hummed softly dragged the sharp object along your shoulder. The room filled with your ear piercing screams. All Ten did was hush you and continue to torture you.

Sicheng: Oh boy, this dude. WinWin caught you talking to another guy while you were trying to escape. But, he was more angry at the fact you talked to another guy. Straight to the shed you brought you, and tied you up to a chair. This wasn’t a regular chair (cuz know he’s in that zoooone let me stfu lol),this was an electrick chair (e e e electric shock…. okok imma stop now hehe). Sicheng never used this on you unless he was really mad. To make this even more painful, he threw a bucket of freezing cold water on you, and put a cloth in your mouth. No matter how many times you pleaded and shook your head, he flipped the switch. This lasted about five minuets, before you passed out.

Lucas: Lucas was a very jealous yandere. You could look at another guy and he would want to yank your teeth out. Today he saw you trying to escape his house by running out the door. You thought he wasn’t home, but he was. Lucas grabbed you and dragged you upstairs. After tying you up to the bed post, he got out an iron rod. He went downstairs and put it over the lit fireplace for a couple minuets. When he returned, your eyes immediately went to stare at the glowing orange tip of the iron rod. A little smoke came rising off the tip, and that set you into panic mode. Your struggles were useless as he sat down and pressed the tip of the bar to your thigh. Lucas wasn’t phased at all by your whaling screams, and I mean, not at all. Whenever Lucas was mad, all he saw was red, so in this particular moment, he didn’t care that he was hurting you.

Xiaojun: Xiaojun  was very quiet, and that was more scary than anything. Once he found out you tried to escape, he went into his sadistic persona. He would torture you softly at first, putting salt on the top of your hand and then pushing an ice cube on it, making it burn like acid. Then he would put a rope around your neck and choke you until you felt light headed. After that, he would choke you with his bare hands, since he doesn’t like using weapons to punish you. Let’s just say, you couldn’t speak, or barely eat right for about week. 

Hendery: Didn’t take your escape attempt lightly. He really isn’t into physical torture, so he just made you do hard labor with no food, water, or breaks. Whenever you slowed down or felt like you were going to pass out, he would remind you that if you kept slacking you wouldn’t be fed or allowed back in the house. In some instances, you would rather die than go back into the house. 

YangYang: This little puppy, was probably the most sadistic yandere ever. He found you trying to escape, and boy, you shouldn’t have done that. YangYang actually broke both your legs, and mentally tortured you for hours. When you didn’t seemed phased by his mental torture, he chained you up and left you down in the basement until you learned your lesson. You went about four days without food or before he caved in and came down with food and water. When you refused to eat or drink, he threatened to break both your arms. So you ate and drank, then later on cried yourself to sleep. 

-PingPing -3:53pm 

#nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct u #nct yandere #nct mafia #nct mafia au

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

5 gifts peter got for mj and 1 she gave him

im still alive bishes haha. am i really just choosing to participate in a different prompt that i barely have anything planned out for instead of finishing the one i was late in following up on? yes i am. prep urselves for some gift giving spideychelle to develop their relationship pre-ffh hehe

after hoco and peter starts to gain a work spidey life balance, he finally starts to notice that mj apparently... cares... about... him???

it wasn't obvious at first, hidden under a layer of deadpan sarcasm and witty comebacks, but the interest seemed to be there

which was why every time peter would miss a meeting, he'd actually feel bad this time because he really did want to be there this time

he'd feel terrible every time mj would ask him where he was, why he didn't show up. she was hoping he'd show and he let her down.

the first couple of times it happens, mj's understanding enough.

but it happens a couple of times too often and back to back and something snaps

you see, peter and mj have developed a bit of a rapport over the couple of months after hoco.

peter finds out mj likes coffee and tea, she read a stephen king book one time, he noticed, and they talked basically all week about king (and some of the issues surrounding him, his work, and their adaptations ofc)

soon enough their talks extend beyond school and they start meeting up in the library, at their places, at coffee shops, pizza places, an arcade one time where mj managed to beat peter at air hockey. her lil energetic whoop and almost doing a victory dance (before realizing she was in public) was worth losing for.

but admittedly, peter was just a tinge bit stressed and overextended and he unfortunately let his time with mj fall by the wayside.

he'd accidentally left her at seen for days after he completely forgot she sent him a message. she called, he answered, a robber was currently running away from some cops, he hung up on her...

suffice it to say, peter became a bit of a bad friend and he completely understood why mj reverted back to their previous relationship, he did it first

which was why peter decided enough was enough

mj has been a great friend to him, a true one, and an underappreciated one at that

which was why he decided he'd spend as much time, effort, and thoughtful gestures necessary trying to make it up to her

problem was, they were currently on clipped one word reply speaking terms right now. mj barely looked at him, she went back to sitting all the way to the other side of the farthest table during lunch again...

he needed a way in

so he went back to basics, the next day, he knew mj had a 7 am class so peter went to school at 7 am too, just to give mj some much needed caffeine

trouble was, was that mj was running late and when he gave the coffee, she left just as quick as she came

she said a quick "thanks, parker" and swoosh she sprinted to class

and peter was left there with 3 hours to spare til his next class. oh well, at least the effort made her do that quick lil toothy smirk

his efforts would work eventually won't it?

but if an omniscient narrator were watching him for the following days, they probably would have said no, no they wouldn't

one of those days, peter brought a thermos of tea only to find that mj had brought her own

"great, i thought the point of these gifts were to make things less awkward between us" peter thought to himself as he winds up walking away in slight shame from the awkward interaction

he winds up sharing the thermos with ned instead, who promptly responded "wow i get your secondhand gifts, you sure know how to make a guy feel special, peter"

"shut up, ned, do you want some or not?"

"no, come on, give it to me. free drinks are free drinks even if it's essentially just warm leaf juice. besides, i heard this helps with a sore throat."

"well, at least someone's happy with my gift"

they clink their cups together and peter begins brainstorming his next probably bound to fail gift idea

as he was walking home from school that day, and saw mj heading to the library, said idea lights up in his head in the form of bookmarks

those were cute right? and mj would probably use em all the time cus she reads so much and she reads multiple books at a time, so she'd probably use multiple bookmarks as well, right?

bookmarks it was, peter decided

he thought he'd print a bunch of personalized ones. ones that were photos of them, had quotes from significant historical female figures, and of course science puns

he knew mj didn't appreciate them as much as he did, but a part of him thought she'd like them nevertheless and would think of him when she'd use them

peter knew this gift giving crusade would be... heavy on his wallet, but as he stared at the price for laminating a couple of personalized bookmarks. he concluded lamination was a scam and believed mj would be careful enough with her books, and consequently, her bookmarks, to not need some flimsy piece of plastic to protect it

so peter opted for some folders and cardboard to make said bookmarks instead

it's only later after he got tossed into a sewer by a dude in a mechanized rhinoceros suit that he learned a valuable lesson: always laminate bookmarks

ok he was kidding (lamination was still a scam and bad for the environment and you couldnt write on the things after you laminate em)

but really tho, he did learn something. he realized he hasn't had the best of luck keeping his gifts intact in time to give said gifts to mj

so he decided to employ reinforcements

once peter's saved enough money to buy his next gift (a sketch notebook that he saw at a cutesy old crafts store), he decides that he should take ned with him when he buys it and that ned should just give it to mj instead

(better safe than sorry)

but peter still wanted mj to know the gift was from him tho, so he decided to write a letter and insert it within the notebook.

so he writes, or more like incoherently rambles and apologizes really

but peter thinks he got to the crux of the importance their relationship had to him and really, he just wanted to make things up to mj

that's what mattered

here's the thing tho, halfway thru writing said letter, he realized that having ned give it to her was kind of a cop out.

not to mention, not giving it personally but writing this long ass sort of confessional letter?

pfftt peter liked to think he was better than that

talk about sending mixed messages

so peter decided that he would still have ned keep the notebook and the letter, right up until the point that he was going to give the gifts to her.

and finally, peter parker, in this whole gift giving crusade, is finally given a fucking break.

at lunch time, the three of them are now all sitting at the same table

(peter and mj's relationship have mostly improved in the time it took him trying to give all those gifts, but he still felt guilty and he still wanted to show his appreciation for her)

ned "slyly" (mj saw it, how sly could he have been?) passes peter the notebook under the table

and peter braces himself

"i can do this" he repeatedly quietly mutters to himself until he finally approaches

"hey, mj"

"greetings, parker" casually replies mj without so much as looking up from her book

"i uh... got you something"

"is it something ned gave you?"

"what?"

"cause if it is, he can give it to me himself, you know" says mj in a semi shout to ned as well (ned looks at peter with a facial expression that said dude wtff?? how did i get in the middle of this???)

"what? no no no this isn't from ned. i bought you this."

"so why did ned have it?" says mj in her cool suave investigator mj interrogatory tone

"well..."

peter had officially maybe five? six? seconds to decide whether to share his embarrassing tales of failed gift giving woes to mj or to make up something on the spot

screw it, embarrassing failed gifts it was instead. truth shall set you free and all that, right? plus maybe it'd help him practice for when he tells her his biggest secret

peter sighs in defeat and tells mj in an almost quiet mumble "all my other gifts were destroyed when i kept them so i decided to have ned keep them instead"

"i'm sorry what?"

"it's just that the last time i tried to get you a gift, it just wound up getting ruined so i thought i'd just have ned hold onto it until it was time to give it to you."

peter can barely look mj in the eyes, the cafeteria just seems so interesting all of a sudden.

"oh"

that made peter look back at mj cus she seemed... shocked?

mj is.... shocked????

"soo... you bought that... for me?"

and god forsake peter parker because mj just gave him the cutest shyest little happy smile that he never knew she was capable of having.

"yeah yeah i did" and peter finally gets to give mj his gift/s (im counting the letter as the 5th gift cus im lazy af hahaha) and all the other trials and errors and failed gift attempts completely made the end result worth it

until ofc mj opens the damn thing and finds said letter that peter had completely forgotten at the moment was there

"what's this??" mj asks in an overly sarcastic teasing tone that kinda makes peter want to die

as mj opens the letter right there during lunch in the school cafeteria, peter suddenly lunges to block said letter's contents from mj's sight

"petet what the hell are you doing?" asks mj with the sweetest laughter that peter would totally googoo eyes about at any other moment had he not been focused on trying (and obviously failing) to keep his dignity intact

"uhhh can i ask that you just read that some other time, mj? and uh not right here, right now, in the cafeteria? it's just really embarrassing" peter shyly requests of mj, scratching his neck and looking at everything in the cafeteria but her

to that, mj simply has a sympathetic look on her face in reply

"sure, peter" says mj with a reassuring smile

and with that, peter breathes a big sigh of relief and finally lets go of his feelings letter for mj

mj closes the notebook up, keeping the letter safe inside it in the process, and secures the notebook safe inside her bag inmediately

suffice it to say, for mj, that notebook is precious cargo and she shall treasure it as much as she is capable of treasuring something

because peter parker felt guilty over not getting to spend time with her as much as they did and kind of pushing her to the sidelines and so it was just a genuine thoughtful gesture that showed peter valued their friendship/relationship as much as she valued it

PRECIOUS. CARGO.

but speaking of said cargo...

"hey peter"

"yeah?"

peter had gone back to his seat right next to ned

"sooo what was the other gift you tried to give me?" asks mj, getting back to their playful teasing banter ways

mj's question sends peter facepalming himself with the table

"don't think i've forgotten about that, i'm probably not going to stop investigating til i find out so might as well just spill the truth, parker"

peter stops his repetitive headbanging onto the table and sighs

"fine, mj"

and peter goes on to explain his bookmarks idea beginning all the way from the thermos incident

the three of them spend the rest of their lunch looking at the photos peter was going to use for the bookmarks, fondly recalling memories upon looking back at the some of the photos and laughing at all the corny science puns peter had planned on using as well

things were finally back to normal, if not better than ever.

time for some cliche corny af happy end quote ending about how their friendship and the memories they shared together was the real gifts they had buuuttt i did mention mj would be giving peter a gift didnt i? soooo mj pov epiloooggguuueeeee

here's the thing, mj had an inkling peter parker was trying to attempt something

he was at school at the same time as her crack of dawn class and gave her some much needed caffeine

he tried to share his thermos of tea with her

it seemed like peter was trying to make amends and it really was sweet and thoughtful so ofc lil by lil she began to soften back

but as mj was printing the bookmarks peter had planned to give her

mj requisitioned the idea for herself since they actually were good ideas if she's being honest

tho she would never tell peter that, ESPECIALLY the science puns one

she'd reserve those for only when she's at home, the least likely place peter could ever see her use that

ok so back to- as mj was printing said bookmarks, she began to appreciate peter's thoughtfulness

and it is totally not because of any feelings said gifts and gift attempts gave her

but right now, as she had finished printing bookmarks and got nostalgic and reread the letter of peter confessing to her how much their relationship meant to him again, she suddenly had the unscratchable itch of needing to sketch peter

and a balancing of the scales gift idea was born

because you see, rn, peter had the upper hand in terms of the morality of their friendship and mj couldnt have that nooo

mj was sketching a screen cap of a video she took of the class while they were waiting for a professor and peter gave her that impossibly adorkable smile

because she HAD TO

she couldnt let peter hog all the gift giving glory

she didnt do it because of feelings or whatever ppfftt

this was just to balance the scales, mkayyyy???

or at least that's what mj told herself once she's finished her sketch and proceeded to look for all her old ones of peter

just to even things out

and that's exactly what mj told him as she shoved said sketches that were currently inside a plastic envelope onto peter's hands

(1. less likely for them to be ruined that way. 2. she was not going to have those sketches out in the open for everyone to plainly see wtf)

"this is just to make things even between us, no need to make a big deal about it"

peter was in awe for a while, his jaw slightly dropped, but he smiles in adoration of the girl of his dreams and gives a genuine "thank you, mj"

"you're welcome, peter."

mj even smiles a little before the bell rings and she hightails out of there

mj lightly sprints away, still slightly in shock and unsure of what she just did and what just happened

while peter is left looking at mj's direction fondly and looking back at her gift for him

and as he peeked inside the envelope to see its contents and saw all those sketches of him

peter felt like he truly didn't deserve someone like mj

and he felt like all the gifts in the world he could think of and muster up wouldn't be able to make up for that fact

holy fucking shit i cant believe i actually finished one of these things again. it's like pulling fucking fingernails and teeth at the same time, i tell you

but honestly i'm just really really happy i finished it and it's so pure and fluffy imo and nothing im just. i love these two sm.

this fic was supposed to be for 5+1 things day but since they're also a bunch of headcanons i like to think i'm just posting these in advance for headcanons day tomorrow hahahaha

IM BACK ON THE SPIDEYCHELLE MONTH TRAIN BABY TOOT TOOT TOOOTTTT

and i have a couple of fics left in me so whew keep a lookout for those if they decide to come hahaha

all hail spideychelle everybody. i'll be back i dunno haha

#spideychelle #spideychelle is canon bitches #spideychelle month #to keep the spideychelle dream alive #spideychelle fic #spideychelle fanfiction #spideychellemonth #spideychelle fluff #fluff #peter parker #michelle jones #<3 #:') #did yalls catch that #tomdaya #references tho? hahahaha #im feeding myself spideychelle fluff to rough out this drought we're in rn fam #it's bad fam #hahahahuhuhu #anyways #hope yalls enjoyed folks! #if anyone's reading this anyways hahahaha #pj #petermj #peter x mj

[enkisstories]

Just like them (part 3 or Interlude)

Fast forward a few hours…

When Hank returned from work that day, Connor was already at home. And not just that, he had also had enough time to bake the abomination that was a sugar free carob coconut cake.

“How come you are home already?” Hank inquired. “They didn’t fire you?”

“No, nothing of that sort. Since everyone’s so keen on taking our age literally, I referred my bosses at CyberLife to the Youth Worker Protection Act that regulates work time for underage employees.“

“They will fire you.”

“I’ll get by. It’s not like I needed much. But you should eat now!”

“How about…” Hank started, all the while circling the kitchen table, “how about we do something fun instead? When we met, you’ve seen me at my lowest, now I kinda want to show you some of the places where I was happy.”

And also, the man thought, the places where happy food was waiting for him, not the sorry cake…

And so Connor learned that Hank Anderson had a bunch of real friends. A mixed group of citizens of both Detroit and Windsor, these men and women went back a long way. They hadn’t exactly grown up together, but bonded during their college years. And now they were living pretty much the same lives as back then, only taking it a little slower and with more neck pains, while their children assumed those “elders” hadn’t touched a videogame in their lives and were probably knitting during their outings. The eldest of the next generation, Skylar Colden’s Brandon, was already a teenager. But in all honesty? At the moment those spry millennials weren’t exactly radiating youthful energy. They were winding down after a stressful workday at a bowling bar and exchanging jokes about where exactly in their bodies their bones were protesting against all the bending down and tossing heavy bowling balls around.

“Now that’s a face not seen around this place in a long time!”, Mandy Schubert, a single mother of three, who was running a catering service, commented Hank’s arrival at the location. “But a welcome one! Very welcome!”

Wishe Durand, a freighter skipper on winter leave, turned around at these words. His tired face brightened up when he recognized the friend: “Indeed! To be frank, we weren’t sure whether you were still alive. But I never had the heart to check. As long as I didn’t know for sure, I could make believe you were still around.”

“Stuff that talk, Mike!”, Dorian Grangerford, a middle aged, but still hopeful, wannabe entertainer, scolded the friend. “So, Hank, what brought you out of your hole?”

“Believe it or not, but there was that young man who walked into a bar and spilled my drink. Turned out he was my son.”

“Oh, my!” Mandy exclaimed.

Right on cue Connor entered the bowling bar. Maybe it was the way he was walking, or his business casual style of dressing, perhaps some of the patrons had memorized his face from the news or maybe they had just glimpsed the LED on Connor’s temple, but everyone’s eyes immediately turned towards the former deviant hunter.

“Wait, what, is he supposed to be your long-lost son?” Wishe sputtered. “That’s an android, Hank! It’s got a LED!”

Connor nodded while approaching the group.

“That’s part of the deal”, he confirmed. “Once in a blue moon Hank will heed my health advice, but in turn I must keep the LED, so that he can see my system status.”

It wasn’t as big a concession as it sounded. Even before turning deviant Connor had been able to prevent his LED from broadcasting everything relating to his emotions. The device strictly reflected the android’s physically condition only.

Hank felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Skylar’s and the woman was looking at him with unveiled concern in her eyes.

 “Haaaaank…I’m not sure how to put that, but… are you sure this was a good idea? I know there are child androids, of course, but this is a bit weird! Plus, I recall you were not especially fond of androids not so long ago.”

“I recognize the model”, Dorian added. “That’s an RK800. It cannot have come cheap.”

Connor looked from one to the other.

“Someone wanting to fill me in what you’re talking about?”

“Ey…” Hank took a step forward, pulling Skylar with him. He grabbed Dorian, included him in the hug and led both of them back towards the bowling lane the friends had rented. “Let’s play a round! It feels as if I hadn’t done this in forever!” “You cannot avoid this topic forever, you know!” Dorian said, but it was a very weak protest. Weren’t they together again just like in the old times? Things would work out somehow.

“They don’t make sense, Hank!” Connor remarked. “More like the opposite.” The android paused and considered what he had just spoken. It led to a rather simple, but heartwarming conclusion: “You must be truly good friends, with them being so much like you!”

While Skylar added a fifths and sixth player to the table, Hank picked up a bowling ball. He weighed it in his hand, adjusted his grip and then took a step back. The old-familiar weariness was still there, Connor noticed, but something had changed. Hank didn’t seem to treat the game as a chore, like he had everything else ever since they had first met. The man was now putting effort into something, something he really seemed to be looking forward no less.

Of course what the android, who had worked alongside Hank Anderson for a short time only, had noticed wasn’t lost on the human’s friends.

“Look at that smile!” Skylar commented. “It’s been years since we’ve seen Hank so full of energy.”

“It’s been years since we saw him AT ALL”, Mandy corrected the friend. But then the woman shook her head. “Too bad it’s based on an illusion! Buying an android to pretend he has an adult son he never knew about…”

“Adult?” the android parroted. “Dad had to pick me up from the police station this very morning for breaking curfew last night.”

“What?!” Wishe gasped. “That’s a joke, is it?”

“You are Canadian, right? We may be living next door, but you don’t know what it’s like for androids at the moment. It’s less than a week since Markus’s final stand, but people already get very creative when it comes to shutting us out. Getting our age taken literally is just one of the shenanigans we have to deal with.”

“But you are aware that you are not really Hank’s son?” Wishe prodded.

“In the same way every adoptee is. Look, Captain Durand, I didn’t have a word for Hank’s and my relationship, because we bicker too much to be friends, but do not feel romantically attracted to each other to be a couple. The curfew incident provided us with a workable model: Father and son.

But you know what? Soon as you can suggest a better term than “father” for someone who teaches you everything about the world, protects you from both it and from your own stubbornness while at the same time is not getting anything, to the point where you wonder how he made it from day to day before you came into his life, then, yes, then I will consider your contribution.”

On and on the balls rolled down the lane and next up was Connor. Seeing that he had neither an applicable app not any firsthand experience with the game, the deviant android mimicked Hank’s movements. The ball left Connor’s hand, moved down the lane and hit well enough, but there was still room for improvement. It felt right, somehow.

“I should switch on my lungs again”, Connor told Hank a little later, when they were sitting at a small table, watching the other players take their turns. “Josh says to be truly equal with the humans we need to accept each other’s differences, and many deviants shut off some of the subsystems that make us appear more humanlike. But I’m so used to the chest movement that I actually get worse at the game – or anything – when I’m not breathing.”

“Yeah, suffocation does that to humans, too”, Hank remarked. “You are not that special!”

It was something Gavin or Tina might have said, but out of Hank’s mouth it sounded different, especially since the man now flashed Connor a smile.

“You mad at me?” he then asked and they both knew what was being referred to.

“As long as I do not have to move into your basement”, Connor replied.

They smiled at each other again, then Hank spoke up again:

“With an older and a younger cop on the same beat, in time the older often turns into a parental figure for the younger. It’s nothing surprising or unusual.”

“In troubled times like these”, Connor supplied, “it’s helpful to be able to fall back on what one is familiar with.”

“As if you knew, junior!”

“Hehe.”

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh hank connor father son #dbhtextpost #danielgavinnewstory

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Whipped Cream

avacurtis123 said: could you do a fluffy mornings with rog? i’d like to see more of those! thanks love!!

(a/n: hi i’m tagging the ppl who wanted to be on a permanent borhap/queen taglist at the bottom but lmk if you want to join the list ok hehe enjoy)

Roger had never been a morning person, well, ever. You had never seen him out of bed before 10 am, much less out of bed with a smile on his face before 11. Not that you were complaining, though, because you weren’t much of a morning person yourself, and honestly? Sleepy Roger made the best morning cuddler.

So when you woke up this morning, sans Roger in the bed, at half past 8, it was safe to say that you were baffled. His side of the bed was empty, the indent where he’d slept still in the sheets as you rolled over and stretched, still trying to muster the energy to go looking for him.

“Roger?” you called out, your voice still crackly from the deep sleep you’d just pulled yourself out of. No response, but you heard some movement from the direction of the kitchen, so you willed yourself to sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes before crawling out of bed to go brush your teeth before investigating.

Free of your morning breath, you padded down the hallway softly, hugging yourself to shield from the winter’s cold that was seeping in through the walls. You could hear more movement in the kitchen now, and you wondered what in the hell Roger was up to. This was vastly out of character for him, and you couldn’t help but mutter, “He’s really lost it now, hasn’t he? My boyfriend’s snapped, gone loopy, I should be calling the cops. What am I doing?”

As you rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, you found Roger in boxers and an apron, struggling with and cursing at a bowl that was full of batter. It appeared that he was trying to get the consistency right, but you weren’t sure what right was, and it seemed like he really didn’t either.

“Good morning, chef,” you murmured, coming up behind him to hug him and rest your head on his bare back, which was surprisingly warm. Then again, he had been getting pretty heated about this batter just moments ago. “What are you cooking up for breakfast, Rog?” You took the batter and dipped a finger in, tasting it and considering it for a moment.

“Crepes,” he grumbled, clearly not in a great mood as he sat the bowl back down on the counter and ran a hand back through his hair before turning to face you and resting his hands on your hips, looking dismayed. “I wanted to make them for you because I remembered how much you enjoyed them back in France.” He pressed his lips to the top of your head, then nuzzled your hair to hide how upset he was at the fact that he was failing, on top of the fact that he was up so early.

“Oh, that’s so sweet! But it needs more vanilla, love,” you smiled softly, doing your best to turn his frown upside down. “Here, let me help, we can do this together.” You leaned up to kiss under his chin quickly before going to the cupboards and grabbing some imitation vanilla, putting a few more drops in. “Can you get me a little bit of milk, babe?”

He obliged grumpily, almost stomping over to get another small cup of milk before handing it to you. “I’m fucking hopeless in the kitchen, Y/N, I haven’t got the slightest clue why you let me anywhere near it.”

“Rog, that’s not true, you just need some practice,” you cooed, taking the milk and smiling lovingly before putting a glug or two in the batter, then mixing it. He watched you quietly, in awe of how easy you made everything look, and he moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist this time. You paused for a moment, turning your head to smile at him, and he gave you a small smile as he looked over your face quickly.

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/N,” he murmured, nuzzling the side of your face and nudging your cheek with his nose. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he tightened his grip around your waist and inhaled deeply, appreciating the muted smell of last night’s perfume. You smiled to yourself, then grabbed an empty cup and dipped some out of the bowl, then turned down the heat on the skillet he’d had heating up.

“Can you go get the fruit and whipped cream for it, then start chopping the fruit?”

He nodded and kissed your head before obliging, dutifully cutting up strawberries, bananas, and the likes as you began to make the first crepe, careful not to burn it. After you’d made a few, you held out the small cup for him and smiled. He looked at you, bewildered. “I’ll set the flat on fire, babe, no way.”

“Come on,” you pleaded, pouting a bit for extra effect, and he sighed before taking the cup, mimicking your movements from a moment ago. Dipping the cup in the batter, he looked to you for instructions, trying to look apathetic, but the look in his eyes told you he was eager to learn, eager to make you happy. “Pour it in the skillet, then roll the skillet around until the batter is thin and coats the bottom,” you coached, Roger doing exactly that before looking at you again. “In 30 seconds, flip it carefully, so you don’t rip it.”

He followed your instructions, and a minute later, he had a perfectly good crepe made. Transferring it to the plate, he cheered, unable to mask his delight at the fact he’d managed to make one. You laughed and held your arms open wide, Roger grabbing your face and peppering it with kisses as he celebrated his victory. You wrapped your arms around his torso and giggled as he did so.

“You did it, Rog!” you praised, rubbing his back and smiling proudly as he pulled away. He gave you a wide grin before kissing your forehead and brushing your hair back.

“With help from my hot assistant chef,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows and making you roll your eyes playfully as you let go of him, nodding towards the stove so he’d go make some more. As he turned, you gave his arse a smack and ran away quickly as he protested loudly, whining a bit at you. “Off limits, Y/N! I’m a serious chef, here, I can’t be encouraging unprofessional behavior.”

You laughed as you pulled out two cups and got some juice, shaking your head. “Sorry, sir.”

“Sir?” he asked, pouring more batter and rolling the pan around. “I think I like the sound of that, yeah. Call me sir all the time, love, it makes me feel important.” He laughed when all he received was a deadpan look from you, and he made a few more crepes while he hummed to himself. Meanwhile, you set up the dining table and got everything ready, just sitting down as Roger brought over the plate of crepes. “For you, m’lady,” he exaggerated, bowing a bit before he sat next to you, so you could both see the TV in the corner of the kitchen.

You both ate your share of the crepes, Roger ending up enjoying his so much that he got a little bit of whipped cream on his nose. It had been there for a good 5 minutes and you hadn’t said anything, partly because it was cute, and partly because he’d been talking about the album and you didn’t want to be rude.

When he quieted down, you finally took your chance. Grabbing a paper towel, you folded it up as you looked at him and smiled. “Thank you for the wonderful breakfast, Rog, it was excellent.” You took his face in one hand and turned him to look at you, getting a curious look in response as you raised the paper towel to wipe off his nose gently. “You had a little something on you,” you giggled softly, Roger raising an eyebrow as you let go of him once you’d cleaned it off.

“What do you mean by a little something?” he inquired, reaching down to your plate and picking up a small pinch of whipped cream before plopping it on your nose, to your shock. ”You mean like that, yeah?”

You stared at him for a moment, then scowled playfully before grabbing the whipped cream and putting a huge glob on Roger’s nose and mouth. As soon as you did it, you regretted it and started laughing trying to wipe it off as Roger gave you the most betrayed look you’d ever seen from anyone.

“I’m sorry, babe, it was too tempting!” you apologized, trying to clean him off and licking your fingers as you just made more of a mess. You paused as you saw him reach for the whipped cream and your brain immediately ejected you out of the seat, propelling you towards the living room to escape his retaliation.

“Come back, Y/N, it’s only fair!” he yelled, chasing after you with the whipped cream in hand. It didn’t take long for him to catch up, and he wrapped you up with his free arm, pulling you down to the couch with him as he smeared your face with whipped cream like you’d done to his, ignoring your squeals of protest.

When he was done, he let go of you and laid back on the couch, satisfied with his work. You straddled his stomach and pouted, although you knew he was only playing even, then started to wipe off your place with the paper towel you had left. “I’m going to have to take a shower now,” you huffed, realizing it had gotten into your hair and wasn’t coming out easily. You flopped down to lay next to him and he scooted to leave you room on the cramped couch, one of his arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side as he smirked smugly.

“You look so sweet,” he joked, earning a groan from you as he laughed and pulled you in for a kiss. You kissed back, as much as you wanted to whine at him, and he pulled away after a moment, licking his lips and making a pleased noise. “You taste sweet too. I don’t regret this a single bit.”

“You’re going to regret it when I make you clean it out of my hair in a minute, you knob,” you teased, Roger laughing and pulling you in for another loving kiss. If this was what early mornings with Roger had in store, maybe you both needed to do this more often.

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