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mins-fins · 1 month

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where do we go

&&. conversations between lung destroyi— i mean, smoking cigarettes.

pairing: lee donghyuck x gn!reader

genre: some weird thing idk..

warnings: smoking, readers got some bad friends

word count: 0.9k

notes: can you believe this.. TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY!??? okay my first hyuck post today was a timestamp i posted while on the bus home but hey!! two posts in one day is crazy.. also both of them being for haechan, i don't like him guys i just had two good ideas containing smoking and he was the first idol that came to mind 😖 he's the loml fr 💗 but no no no im not a sunflower dont get it wrong 🙏 also i dont smoke, based this off shit i've read and observing all the adults in my life who smoke around me 🙁 dont crucify me for not being accurate #smokers

"you have a lighter?"

the question strikes you as odd. you snap out of your street lamp gazing and turn to the stranger beside you. you blink a few times, as if you couldn't fathom why such a question would be asked. the stranger waits patiently for your answer, mouth seemingly zipped shut after asking the question. "what?" you inquire like an idiot.

"a lighter" he reiterates, raising an inflammable joint tucked between his index and middle finger in the air. you allow for your mouth to form a small 'o', and you clear your throat, suddenly feeling flustered. he snickers lightly, and your almost afraid that he's laughing at you. "you don't smoke?"

you smile weakly, just sighing as you begin rummaging through your pockets. "no it's just.. today's not my day, i'm upset about some shit that's all" when you finally find the lighter you remember you placed into your pocket, you passed it over to him with a throw. "here".

the stranger doesn't seem to be that interested in your lighter anymore, his face coloring in concern at the sound of you being upset. you aren't sure why he even cares, there's no reason for him to. you ignore his look of concern, just rubbing your eyes. "oh? what's upsetting you so much?"

you allow for yourself to snort at the words. "it's nothing, really, i don't want to burden you with my issues" you dismiss him with a wave, watching as he lights the cigarette and takes his first drag of the joint.

"no please" he responds, blowing the smoke out through his lips. he tosses you back your lighter. "you gave me your lighter, so i'll sit here and listen to you vent your issues" he places a prideful hand on his chest, as if you were supposed to celebrate him for that or something.

"wow, should i clap for you to honor such generosity?"

"well you don't have to, but i would love if you did" oh! so this guy is a comedian, your tongue pokes through your inner cheek as you let out another silent sigh, straightening your posture in your seat. your train isn't coming for another ten minutes.

"oh lord where are my manners? lee donghyuck!" he pairs a charming smile with his introduction, and you almost laugh (key word: almost) at the allure of this stranger. he holds out his hand for you to take, presumably for a handshake, and it's not like it'll kill you or anything, so you take his hand, shaking it.

"l/n y/n" you respond, he doesn't hold your hand for long, his grip quickly slipping away from yours as he leans back in his seat sighing.

"alright then, y/n" he begins, playing with the joint in his fingers. "what's making you so upset tonight?"

"do i have to tell you?"

"would you rather sit here in silence and watch me destroy my lungs?"

the answer to that question is easy, no, when given the ultimatum, talking about your issues seems much easier than whatever else he was saying. "it's just— my friends suck! they call me overdramatic for wanting birthday gifts and then they proceed to blow up my phone with texts!"

donghyuck raises an eyebrow, blowing out more smoke. "they didn't even try to get you gifts?"

"they didn't even remember my birthday!" you shout, getting more and more irritated as you recall the incident. "i've literally gotten ignored all day, they only just remembered like two hours ago! can you believe that?"

"what a bunch of assholes.." he mumbles, a smell of burnt cigarettes in the air. "what kind of friends are those?"

"right? and now they're just expecting me to answer their calls!? they can go to hell for all i care!"

"petty" donghyuck comments absentmindedly, his smile doesn't go unnoticed by you, he has such a nice smile, you note. "i like it" he says again, playing with the joint in his fingers.

"i have every right to be petty, they don't deserve my attention.." you brush dust off your sweater, looking forward at the train tracks, your eyes cast up at the board which usually displays how long until your train comes. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me".

"what's wrong now?"

"train is delayed".

"ah" donghyuck resists the urge to laugh at your look of defeat, he doesn't want to upset you. "guess were gonna have to walk home".

you groan at the idea, but you stand up, though begrudgingly. "i don't live anywhere near this place" you shove your hands into your pockets, now annoyed by the fact that you'll have to walk home, just another horrible thing to add onto your horrible day.

"well, we could always walk together".

at donghyuck's suggestion, you give him a baffled look, and he finally does laugh at the look you share with him, taking another drag of the joint tucked between his fingers. "were still strangers, i'm not sure that's safe".

"you gave me your lighter, were basically soulmates".

the statement makes a baffled chortle escape your lips, and you click your tongue at his words. you try your best to ignore the constant buzzing of your phone. "wow, your a comedian aren't you?"

"a proud one too".

the words get another laugh out of you, and you look down at the floor, at your moving feet. "at least let me walk you out of the station, i don't want to leave you here".

"how endearing, lee donghyuck" you tease, finally looking up at him and meeting his eyes. he seems to like those words, because he allows for his lips to turn up into a grin. he drops his cigarette onto the ground and puts it out with his foot. "fine, i'll let you walk me out".

"thank you! i won't disappoint!"

#lee donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #haechan x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 10 months

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Beginnings...

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Shared Moments

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Your arrival to the academy came as a surprise to many, apparently you were some transfer from overseas. You'd show a shit ton of promise that they transferred you to Jujutsu in order to more efficiently reach your true potential. Rumor was it, you'd one day make it as a Special Grade. Even so, for now you remained a Grade One.

Your Japanese was decent at best and your adaptation to their customs was a work-in-progress but you held this certain charm that just drew people in. And no, I'm not talking about the kind of charm where everyone falls in love. No, it's the type of charm that makes people relax around you, makes them want to put their faith in you no matter how much to try to prevent that.

You could be a fresh of spring just as you could be a fresh of icy air, the kind that freezes up your lungs.

The first time you saw them, you were being shown around by your mentor --- a stoic expression written on your scarred face as you nodded at them. Briefly acknowledging them as you continued on your way.

Geto had figured your eyes as beautiful --- like an eternal flame hidden behind layers of stone wettened under a stream of a freshwater. Whilst Gojo had figured you a possible new victim for his pranks and teases. In fact, Gojo even had the nerve to interrupt your tour. Demanding to know your name. Shoko, who had been hanging about, was glad another girl had joined the academy. Afterall, it was getting rather stuffy with all the testosterone.

They knew you'd get well with the duo when the first thing you did was insult Gojo, although both him and Geto didn't really understand your insult. Actually, they didn't even know you insulted him until Shoko just started laughing out loud.

You called him a phospholipid??? The actual fuck is that

At that, you gave them a deadpanned stare, speaking in broken japanese that at the very least he should get educated because he was obviously missing a few brain cells

Now at this, both Shoko and Geto bent over laughing while Gojo stood there momentarily stunned before a sinister smirk adorned his lips. He went to insult you back but was quite literally by the sight of your hand in his face, "No time for idiot. Bye."

The absolute nerve on you!

Geto absolutely loved you since that day. On the other hand, it was a enemies to whatever with Gojo, which is ironic considering that he sought you out every moment of the day.

You and Shoko became the best of girl-friends. To be honest, the two of you were incredibly similar. The both of you were lazy as hell, smart as hell, and blunt as hell. Although, you seemed to have mastered the trick of honeying your harsh words so much so that people didn't even fight you on it.

To put their friendship into perspective, Shoko brought the cigarettes and you brought the lighter (despite you being a non-smoker. Once you tried to smoke but you didn't like the taste of it so you left it at that)

Although there was a time Gojo was being a nuisance so you grabbed a cigarette from Shoko's carton, lit it, and blew the smoke straight into his face when he wasn't expecting it

Watching him double-over choking was a grand sight indeed

You managed to make quite the number of friends while there, although many noticed how you kept a distance. I say this literally. You never let anyone come physically close to you, as though a simple graze from them would kill you or something. No-one dare question it consider that they also had their traumas that prevented them from certain indulgences. But sometimes, you'd make small exceptions. I think it's mainly of a "dont touch me but I'll touch you" situation.

Like you don't mind swiping dust off of Nanami's shoulder, or neatening Shoko's hair when it's gotten all frizzy due to the wind, or picking off lint off of Yaga's clothes.

But if you didn't initiate it, you'd go silently rigid.

During class, you like hanging around this one guy name Yu. Mainly because he knew a bit of your native language (surprising I know) and so, you felt safe enough to speak with him considering that you both spoke brokenly in either tongue. The only other person you felt safe enough to speak was Geto. He was actually the one that took it upon himself to teach you Japanese.

He'd recommend shows to watch and he'd watch with you so that he could explains certain customs and what-not of his culture. He found great amusement when a scene he knew you wouldn't understand played and you'd instantly pause the show to look at him with a questioning expression. It made you look rather cute in his eyes.

Gojo would often times crash during these hang-outs. Pestering you to learn his language quicker so that he can properly cuss you out (he says this while having an arm over you shoulder and leaning his full weight into your side. Surprisingly, you never said anything despite your reservations to touching.)

You chalked it up to wanting warmth.

Then came that point in your language-education where Geto wanted you to try speaking in a public setting and you just about cried right in front of him and Gojo. You gripped your fist so tight your nails drew blood, an action to prevent you from clinging onto Geto's clothes as he scolded Gojo for worsening your nerves. Gojo didn't stop laughing until he saw actual tears in your eyes.

With silent chuckles, Gojo took you by the shoulders and guided you over to some random corner store. You never once told him what your favorite snack was but somehow he knew to choose it before placing it in your hand. He told you exactly what you needed to say to the cashier with the exact amount of yen needed.

The both of them watched as you walked up to the cashier, briefly glancing over your shoulder to Gojo (still very much teary-eyed and rigid-body), who silently mouth the words again, before doing as he instructed.

After the whole ordeal, you surprised Gojo with an incredibly rare hug. I think at that moment, you truly managed to snake your way into his soul.

Geto stood to the side, a knowing smile on his lips as he watched you quickly let go. Shouting at Gojo that he owes you a sweet because of how brave you were, which should've annoyed him but only made you look endearing.

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(A/N): Have yet to see Season 2 but those fucking beta fish tiktoks are murdering me right now with their symbolism.

Say, why don't you like being touched? What happened to you?

Where'd you get the scar?

And what's up with Geto's eternal flame comparison? So weird.

Drop a comment

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Hope you enjoyed!

Edited: 7/25/2023

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yuri-is-online · 29 days

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Head up this ask is kinda weird.

So do you think people wear perfume in omegaverse AUs 😀? Because the fact that everyone already has scents, perfume has to kind if clash with it right? Maybe some people use light perfumes to enhance their scents, and then those "Alpha Male" (omg that just gets a whole other meaning) podcast bros call it catfishing.

Would perfume even exist in the first place? I don't really see a purpose for perfume if everyone already has a scent... but bro imagine Yuu (who isn't from an a/b/o world and is getting really confused as to what the fuck an omega is and cringes every time of the guys calls themselves an alpha. Meanwhile everyone else is trying to figure out why this weirdo doesn't even have the slightest sent. Especially jade becuase I'm on that JadeYuu shit rn) that wears perfume or cologne trying to get more. And when they can't find any at Sam's they just try to fucking make it. I mean it's a little weak smelling and some of the notes don't exactly go with the others but hey! They have something to spritz now! :)

And now their friends are doing double takes because bro you did not smell like that last night. Also it smells artificial and it's weirding them out

Anyways I sincerely apologize for making you read that.

oh no you don't go apologizing for this confused, a/b/o is a guilty pleasure of mine (also i am doing concept drawings for asmodeaus rn. the timing of this ask made me laugh real hard) This isn't a smutty ask, but just so all of you know, I am good with those since I need the practice with suggestive stuff. I just won't be very good at it for a bit.

Anyway. I have never actually thought about this, but I have always sort of thought of scents in abo worlds to be a very instinctual thing that no amount of perfume can cover up. I don't know if you've ever encountered a scent you can taste but I have, a light in the room of a pool I was swimming in went out and let out a smoke so foul you could still feel it on your tongue and in your lungs when you pinched your nose. It was beyond overwhelming. That doesn't mean there's any less of a reason for perfumes to exist though, as I talked about in that post about Rollo's handkerchief in the past disease was thought to have been spread through foul smelling odors and bad air. If anything I could see that being an even bigger superstition in an abo world where scent is already super important. I could see people trying to make scents that complimented their natural one, maybe it could even be a courting ritual for an Alpha to give an Omega they are interested in a perfume they've made that compliments their smell and has notes of their own... Oh! Or working in notes of their scent to their own perfume to indicate interest!

a-twistedheartslonging mentioned in their tags on that post about Jade's scent that Morays use scents to attract a mate, so if you take that idea about perfume being a courting step I could see Jade just being so distraught that his beloved pearl has no discernible scent. And what's worse they keep changing what little scent they do have! What's he supposed to do with that huh? I think he'd be the only one excited by Yuu making their own perfume because it gives him an excuse to talk about the scents that Yuu likes and what perfumes are like in their world. Maybe they could make a perfume together next time (⚈_⚈)? Oh haha he's just thinking out loud he knows you aren't close enough for that ye- Oh you... you would like that? You think he smells nice and you want to know what sort of perfume or cologne he uses?

(he'd get so delulu so fast if you said that. sure Yuu you can smell just like him c: just let him dim the lights a bit first he hears that's important c: just remember to be gentle with him ok???)

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jadeyuu #jade leech x reader #suggestive #i might #haveabitofabreed1ngk1nksouh #ilikeabostuff #shootmepls #a/b/o dynamics

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comradekatara · 4 months

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sry if u already answered this, but like thoughts on gaang + the girls trying weed for the first time + how they would do it 🙈

the first time suki tries weed she is ten years old. a bunch of the older girls are getting high together, and when none of them are looking she steals their bong. they find her on the bathroom floor hacking up a lung. but once she finally stops coughing she’s like woah this rules…

you may be wondering why i’m listing suki first when i don’t usually do that for these kinds of posts, but since suki is of course the one who introduces every other member of the gaang to weed, it feels only appropriate.

suki gets high with sokka like a week into the start of their relationship. sokka is pretty disappointed tbh. he thought maybe weed would solve all his problems and unlock the secrets to the universe, but in actuality it just made his head hurt. alas

suki then tries to get high with zuko, who flat out refuses. he doesn't like suki, and he's afraid that she can tell (she can) and is in fact trying to poison him. so sokka has to suffer the intolerable Weed Headache all over again so that he can get high with zuko, because he wouldn't feel safe otherwise. "why doesn't he just not get zuko high in the first place?" you may be asking. well it's because suki begged sokka to get zuko high upon her insistence that it would be really funny. and it is.

katara also wants to try weed but suki is like "not until you're older" (she may sound like a massive hypocrite here, but she knows that sokka would kill her if he ever found out that she gave DRUGS to his BABY SISTER!!!!) and even when katara is like "but you're barely older than i am and you've clearly been doing this forever???" suki refuses to budge. eventually, after one million years, katara finally gets to try a hit from suki's special stash, and she's like "yeah, wow, this is good weed. wayyy better than iroh's tbh." to which sokka and suki are both like "excuse me WHAT???!?!?!?!?!"

aang wants in on suki hotboxing the bathroom and is just like "why does it smell like gyatso in here?" to which suki's like "your mentor, the air nomad legend, monk gyatso, was a pothead?" and aang's like "well i don't know about that, but your room smells exactly like the stuff he'd give us to calm us down whenever we got too hyper." at which point suki just shrugs and passes her joint.

iroh is actually the first person to give toph weed. like with that unpleasant katara revelation, suki feels immensely betrayed. so does sokka, for some reason, even though he doesn't even smoke weed. toph thinks it's just fine tbh, but then she discovers that getting azula high is actually the funniest thing ever, and she starts smoking way more, specifically with azula.

azula and toph get high together pretty frequently. sometimes (whenever he catches wind that this is happening) sokka joins them just to chaperone (he's scared of all the damage they might cause with any sort of common sense filter turned all the way off) and also to witness it (it's truly a sight to behold). they mostly just bitch about their terrible families, but their insults are really funny, and they make each other crack up. they have fun together.

suki is really proud of the fact that she's the first person to ever give mai weed. she's like, "wait..... did iroh never...." and mai's just like, "you really think i'd let that old creep push drugs around me?" weed does for mai exactly what sokka had hoped it would. for once in her life she's not hyper vigilant while also being bored out of her mind, but actually kind of chill and happy. sokka is so fucking jealous.

ty lee refuses to try weed, or any kind of mind-altering substances whatsoever. she won't even drink a single glass of wine at dinner. she's convinced that the moment she lets her guard down someone will finally find one of her weaknesses (a real one, not just the ones she advertises on purpose to deflect from her true vulnerabilities) and exploit it. suki, on the other hand, doesn't understand how someone so hot and cool could also be so straightedge. she's constantly trying to get mai to convince ty lee to try weed, but mai is just like, "sorry but this is just how she is, there's no changing her." eventually, years down the line, ty lee is finally sufficiently worn down and agrees to try weed once with suki and mai, but that they must first shut all the doors and close the blinds and promise to never let her out of their sight. it goes...fine? she's never tempted to try it again, but at least now she knows, and that's that.

bonus: no one knows this, but it wasn't actually gyatso who gave aang his first joint. it was bumi.

#la-jura #asks #the gaang and #suki #im pretty sure i have actually talked about this before tbh #multiple times in fact #but whatever. always a good topic to revisit #also fyi. jet was probably PLANNING on giving katara weed but never got around to it #alas

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for yelling at my mom because of incense?💭

( emoji so I can recognise my submission and this is a hella long post so be warned)

So I (16F) really hate smoke. And I mean beyond the regular hate, I mean like the moment I smell smoke I instantly become very, very angry. I'm not sure why exactly, I suspect it might be because I'm on the autism spectrum but I haven't been officially diagnosed so take this with a grain of salt. Also just to clarify, I have no lung issues which would cause me to be extra effected by smoke, it's almost entirely psychological.

My mom (50F) got into this whole spiritual circle stuff about a year ago and does meditation thingies. Involves a lot of rituals, crystals and incense. Not entirely sure the exact reason why but the important thing is this means she is lighting incense almost everyday. As a result, on most days the house smells like smoke. I have told her quite a few times to ventilate properly if she's going to use it but I feel like every time I enter the main room of the house it smells like smoke. However I can manage this by simply shutting my door to avoid getting a lungful of smoke. No, the thing that pisses me off are her "cleansing sessions." This is where she goes through the house waving an incense stick everywhere to "purify the bad spirits." This means I have absolutely nowhere in the house to escape from the smoke and often get forced outside to escape. I have tolerated these "cleansing sessions" a few times but on the most recent one, it happened to be raining extremely heavily. This meant that I was stuck. In a house FILLED with the smell of smoke.

I tried to keep myself calm for a while by ventilating the smoke from under a blanket but even then I could still smell it and it made me raging mad. So I then proceeded to stomp up to my mom and yelled at her. I said some very nasty things which I'm not proud of saying. They were very personal insults mostly pertaining to how her beliefs were bullshit and about her insecurities. We had a shouting match over it which ended in her telling me to go back to my room.

Why I think I could be the asshole here is because:

A. I could have more clearly stated beforehand that I wanted her to stop cleansing my room or at the very least she needs to turn the aircon on when she burns incense.

B. She didn't really deserve the things I said to her. She's a sensitive person and I know it probably deeply hurt her even if she didn't act like it in the moment.

C. I didn't mention it earlier but I have a brother (17M) who has athsma. He has never had any problem breathing or any complaints about my mom burning incense. If anyone would be affected by this the most it would be him and yet he doesn't care. So I feel like I just really overreacted.

Why I think I might not be the asshole here is because:

A. I have asked her before that she ventilate the house properly when she does her meditations and yet every time I can smell it. Sometimes she wont even open the windows so I have to do it myself.

B. She knows how much I dislike the smell of smoke. I have said multiple times how I hate it and every time I have smelt it in the house I've been very obviously annoyed. There was even once incident where our neighbours were having a bonfire and I literally could not sleep in my room because I could smell smoke and had to sleep on the couch. Every time she's done one of these "spiritual cleansings" I have also made it abundantly clear how much I hate this but she doesn't seem to care because it usually forces me outside.

C. As before mentioned, my brother has athsma. While it may not seem like it bothers him I don't know what the long term consequences may be for his lungs. And for my lungs too! Like, I'm not an expert but I don't think regularly breathing in smoke is very good for you. She argues it's "real natural smoke" so it's fine and I told her she should try breathing near a wildfire to see how she liked "real natural smoke."

Anyways, with all these facts considered, random strangers on the internet, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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silassinclair · 1 year

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Michael's Girl PT. 2 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: You tell The Lost Boys you know their and Michael's secret and that you too wish to be turned.

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The cave smelled of smoke, old furniture, weed, and a stale oceanic scent. Michael held your hand as the two of you walked down the steps. The other four boys were ahead of you two. Marko was hollering as Paul and Dwayne grabbed some lit torches to light up the other torches. The flames burnt bright and cast an orange glow on the walls.

"What is this place?" You ask Michael. Before he answers though David suddenly appears by your side. His arm snakes around your shoulder like a serpent. Your boyfriend, clearly upset by this, pulls you away from the vampire.

"This used to be a hotel. But unfortunately it was built on a fault and collapsed decades ago. But fortunately for us, it's now ours." His voice was smooth as silk. The way he would talk was mesmerizing and could pull in any listener.

You wondered how many lives he's taken.

Your face immediately sours at the thought. But then again, you were going to be one of them. Soon you too would be a killer, so who were you to judge?

The boys all sat down by the fountain where Michael leads you to sit also. You and him sit on the ledge and he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"Now that they're all in once place you should probably tell them what you know and want."

Michael can tell you're nervous. By the way your right leg bobs up and down where you're seated and the sweat coming from the hand he's holding.

"There's nothing to be afraid of baby, I'm here to protect you okay?" He coos and kisses your cheek tenderly. Your boyfriend has always been there for you. Back in Arizona you vividly remember all the times he would defend you from bullies or other guys trying to get with you.

"What are you two whispering about? You know there are no secrets Michael." David cuts you from your train of thought. His black gloved hand pointing up shakes his finger back and forth in a 'nu uh uh' motion.

"It's nothing really." You say and look at David. "But I have something to tell you. All of you."

David shares a look with his boys, then Michael, then looks at you again. The music from Paul's boombox stops playing and now all eyes are on you.

"What is there to tell us? Ya just met us?" Marko says and looks to David.

Their leader goes to sit in his wheel chair and lights a cigarette. His piercing eyes shift to Michael.

"You didn't tell her anything... did you Michael? I mean if you did then."

David looks to you.

"What did your little boyfriend tell you?" All jokes were gone. He was nothing but serious.

The air around you was thick with tension. Michael's grip on your hand tightened. Your nervous gaze shifted away from David. Out of all the four he was the most intimidating. And most dangerous.

You wanted to get this all over with. It felt like your lungs were being crushed and that you couldn't speak.

"I-I know..." You say, a crack in your voice. David leans forward in his wheel chair, gloved hands gripping the armrests. His head tilts to the side like a curious animal ready to pounce on it's prey.

That's who you were right now. In a cave with four vampires suspecting you of knowing their secret. And you did know, and they would most definitely kill you if you didn't choose your words right.

"What exactly do you know little thing? Come on, don't be shy now." David leers, "Spit. it. out."

"I know you're all vampires!"

Silence. The sound of flickering fire and only your breathing. Your heartbeat can be heard clear as day by all five men in the room. Because day by day, hour by hour, your lovely Michael is closer to being exactly like them.

"How silly. You know vampires aren't real. Isn't that right Michael?" David turns to face your boyfriend. But Michael looks stoic and straight-faced.

"No David, I know. Michael proved it to me by transforming his face. But I'm not telling you I know your secret because I'm angry at you for turning Michael."

You pause and wait for David or any of the other vampires to say anything.

"Go on." David says with a movement of his hand.

"I want to be turned too."

David's eyes widen while the other boys turn to each other and start talking.

"Dude is she for real?"

"There's no fucking way!"

"Finally a we'll have a chick in our pack!"

"You're all idiots, we should hear what else she has to say."

"Stop being a buzzkill Dwayne."

With the snap of David's fingers the cave goes silent once again. He stands from his wheel chair and walks tauntingly towards you and Michael. Michael, about to stand up and defend you, doesn't when you look at him with pleading eyes.

David looks down at you with a smirk. The glow of the torches cast a haunting shadow onto his face. "So you want to be a vampire?" He says with drawl.

"Yes I do." You say with no waver in your voice.

"You do know what will happen to you right? You'll be a creature of the night. Sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die. Of course that sounds fun for a girl like you. And it is fun."

He paces back and forth. His eyes never leave yours. It feels like a test almost, he looks over your expression to see if you're up to his challenge.

"But can a girl like you handle eating human beings? Never being able to go out in the sun or never see what you look like ever again. Could you really do that? Would you sacrifice your humanity because your naïve little boyfriend walked into the lion's den and got bit?" His steps paused. David stood directly in front of you leaning down so his face was level to yours.

Without breathing you muster up the courage to reply, "I already know the sacrifices, and I'm willing to make them if it means eternity with the one I love."

Whistles and applause sound from the sidelines. The other two blondes are clapping and cheering as the brunette claps slow with a small smile on his face. A wide grin breaks out on David's face. His fangs are visible and you have the urge to reach out and touch them.

"I like you! Michael," He turns to Michael, "Your little girlfriend here has some fire. And I like that. I like that a lot. She's better than you even."

"Hey!"

"Oh don't pout Mike I still love you." David caresses your boyfriend's chin.

"Hey get off me man! Fuck you." Michael says and slaps his hand away. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you in close. He whispers into your ear again,

"You did good baby. I'm so proud of you."

A nervous smile cracks onto your face. You did it, you told them you knew the truth and they didn't eat you! But what now? What will the turning process be like? Will you drink from the same wine bottle... no, blood bottle that Michael drank from?

"So what do I have to do to... be like one of you?" You say curiously. Paul walks up to you and ruffles your hair as Marko leans his chin on your shoulder. Dwayne sits next to you and David squats in front of you. For the first time he wasn't leering above you, rather he was beneath you.

"Such an eager little human aren't you?" Marko coos into your ear. A shiver runs down your spine and goosebumps form on the back of your neck.

"Don't do that please.." You mutter and side eye the mischievous blonde. He smirks in response as he plays with your hair.

David brings your attention back to him by putting both his hands on each of your knees. Blush coats your face but you try to ignore the flutter in your stomach and shift your attention to Michael instead.

"We're not going to turn you just yet darling. We're gonna have to see if you're up to it. I don't want you complaining when I've already turned you now right?" David says. Understanding where he's coming from you nod.

"Alright." You say, "I'm ready for anything you throw at me."

"Excellent. You may not be turned yet but you are one of us now! Tonight we celebrate! Cheers to Y/n and cheers to Michael!" David stands and riles up the boys who cheer in response. Michael smiles and kisses you cheek.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'll be right with you the whole way." Michael says and stands up with you holding your hands.

"I know. It's not that I'm afraid, just nervous I guess. But that's only natural right?"

Paul turns the boombox back on and music starts blasting from it. The soundwaves echo from the walls and Michael pulls you in close for a dance. Laughing, you dance with him to the music.

"I can't wait to spend forever with you Y/n. You know, you make this whole vampire thing worth it."

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson

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hanamisofficialspouse · 1 month

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Drumrolls, please...

*🥁🥁🥁*

Welcome to the Amazing Digital Ci- oops wrong fandom-

HERE HE IS!!! MY SAMURAI JACK OC HAS ARRIVVEEEDDD

Meet Roni, Akus only oni son, working as a mechanic and messenger for his father! Ofc, featuring @darknadaworld ' s own sj oc, Costar! (I am literally a sucker for her l love her sm she is so canon to me holy fuck costar supremacy🛐) (i may or may not made my oc just bc of costar obsession-)

Here are some fun facts about this boi! :

Roni was born from Akus fire, smoke and ash.

Because of that, Roni is able to blow hot steam/fire from his mouth, and endure really high temeperatures!

He can also do shapeshifting, but Roni is not that capable like his father. Rarely uses it.

Roni likes to eat charcoal. That's it.

If someone was to attack him with a sword, the metal would melt. Metallic weapons don't work on Roni, bu he can be exorcized like a demon would.

Since his lungs store so much heat, he uses it as a furnace to makes metal parts for Akus robots/weapons for his daughters they used against Jack.

Roni is mute. He only grumbles and grunts.

Their mental age varies 8-12 (they don't age, tho.)

Roni HATES his sisters. He doesn't even consider them sisters, because they're all humans. Openly shows it. Aku finds it amusing lol XD

(Fun fact: in canon time line, it was Ashi who killed Roni😭 what a comeback huh- but lets ignore that shall we :D)

Roni is serious 24/7. They don't know how to smile on command, even if they do try sometimes. Aku always bursts out cackling at his sons smile lmfao😂

The black oni considers Costar his mom. Since he doesn't have a 'biological' one (only Aku being the creator), but wishes for one, Roni may not have said it, but Costar IS his mom. End of story.

Aku was very dissapointed at Roni at first, since they are only 50 cm big in total XD. He thought his son will never surpass his daughters, but he was wrong. Surely, he grew to be proud of Roni, because he helped him robot and weapon crafting in such young age!

Roni just wants to be praised. That is his main goal. To be seen, and validated, and maybe get a pat or two on the head- *sniffle* (ill give you as much pats as you would like Roni TwT)

Yayyy thats Roni for ya! I just always wished to make a lil twinky gremlin son that can kick ass, create amazing robots and just want to be spoiled (and he does sometimes uwu), thats all moody but a softie inside 😩

Also SOFT PAPAKU SUPREMACY RAAAAAHHHHH

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merakiui · 1 year

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Hello Mera, hope you're having a wonderful day!

I don't know if anyone asked this before but how do you think the octovinelle trio would act if they got drunk? I feel like it would be very amusing seeing the three of them drinking together! Or! Imagine them smoking weed for the first time, I feel poor Azuls lungs wouldn't be able to handle it at all 😭

Omg imagine Azul coughing his lungs out after he’s inhaled too much and the twins patting his back and offering him water like: “it happens to all of us the first time.” He probably tries again and complains he doesn’t feel anything (because he’s not inhaling because he wants to look "cool and composed" and is too anxious to burst out into a coughing fit again) and so the twins give him an edible and he’s literally the meme of “this edible ain’t it” until it hits and then he’s gone. Either he has the best experience of his life or he’s beyond terrified and keeps asking questions: “Is this normal? Are you sure I’m meant to feel this way? I’m not going to die, am I? How long does this last? Why do I feel this way?” He’s so anxious and paranoid. >_< he just cannot chill for the life of him. Meanwhile, Jade and Floyd are just enjoying their highs hehe!!

As for drunk Octavinelle... I feel like Azul is more honest and open with his emotions. He probably loses his filter, so you'll know if he's cranky or sad or in a good mood. Also, he's really hyper-aware for some reason??? He'll look at you and notice little things and mutter them aloud like: "Has anyone ever told you your eyes sparkle in the light?" or "Have you always sounded so pretty when you laugh?" <3 maybe he gets a little territorial over you when he's drunk and throws a fit if the twins try to get between you and him. And he’s clumsy!!!!! So clumsy! Since he’s unable to take care to keep his suave businessman façade up, he’s a drunken mess who gives the silliest replies to things.

Floyd gets super energetic, even more so than usual, and is rather quick to crash and get sleepy. He’s loud and obnoxious most of the time, but I think if he’s really drunk he becomes somewhat stoic and serious. He stares at you a lot, as if trying to commit your every feature to memory. He mistakes you for his lover (and you’re not), so he’ll hang off of you, try to kiss you, feel you up… Floyd’s rather flirty with you. He’s cute with his flushed face and his silly smile, resting his head upon your shoulder because it’s so tiring to keep himself upright, so Shrimpy will have to be his pillow instead.

Jade is also a sleepy drunk. He loses some of his sharp wit in the midst of his inebriation. Like Azul, he also can’t keep up his usual gentleman façade. He tries to, but it comes off as awkward. He laughs a lot more and he seems more like Floyd at times when he smiles with his teeth instead of his usual close-lipped smiles, shamelessly energetic and amused. He might even speak his mind, admitting his true emotions and feelings if it’s just you and him. You’ll get to see an intimate side to Jade when he’s drunk, but it’s a rare side because he tries to avoid getting intoxicated so you won’t witness that side of him.

#twisted chit chat #drunk sex with octavinelle would be too dangerous #because all it takes is for you to mention how it’s not a safe day #and the atmosphere changes so fast ;;;;;;;

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thinkofmehoney · 3 months

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“The city of my heart”

Chapter 2

<- previous chapter

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto

Chapter summary: On the first school day for Mimiko and Nanako, Suguru's joy is clouded by his unresolved tension with Satoru. So then, after some advice from his friend Shoko, Suguru decided to confront Satoru, leading to a charged conversation about their past.

(Click for the Ao3 version!)

Warnings: none

content: Non-sorcerer AU, single dad Satoru x single dad Suguru

notes: I forgot to mention that Satoru comes from a wealthy family, but it’s kind of implied so

The first day of school of Mimiko and Nanako was finally over, the girls had fun with their new classmates and liked the way the school was so big and had beautiful green areas, they loved their new school and Suguru was more than happy about it. But he just couldn’t get what happened earlier out of his mind, his past just kept haunting him mercilessly.

The girls sat down on the couch and he covered them with a blanket, they wanted to watch a new movie with their dad and eat popcorn, they loved having movie nights in family. But Geto needed to make a phone call before he could sit still for an hour to watch a movie.

"Okay girls," He handed over the bowl of freshly made pop corn to Nanako "While you watch the movie I have to make a quick phone call and then I'll join you." The twins immediately protested.

"But you will miss the beginning! That's the important part! or you won’t understand the movie!" Nanako fussed.

"Then we can put it again later or you can tell me what happened." He smiled and headed to the kitchen "I'll be right back, tell me if you need anything!"

The kitchen was far enough from the living room for his conversation to not be heard. He sat on the window frame with a cigarette between his lips, trembling breath sucking in the smoke while he searched for the contact on his phone.

"I guess I was expecting for this call-" The voice said on the other line with a playful tone.

"Shoko why the fuck didn't you tell me that Satoru was going to be at my daughters' school? Or why didn't you tell me that he also has a daughter!" He yelled quietly, trying to not raise his voice but he felt so frustrated he just wanted to scream from the top of his lungs.

"Well he has two kids actually, the other one is a boy." The girl paused for a second, she was smoking too, Suguru was simply speechless. "I was just doing what you asked me to, every time I tried to tell you something about Gojo you always told me you didn't want to know." He couldn't blame her really, because it was true, he didn't want to know about what was going on in Satoru's life, it would have make it harder for him to forget about Satoru and move on.

Well, it didn't really mattered anymore, he couldn't escape him.

"I don't know what to do, I guess sooner or later we'll have to interact." His voice sounded too worried, but Shoko didn’t thought it would be something that complicated really. He took his cigarette out of his mouth, then two fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay but, would it be the end of the world if you two just talk?"

"Yes." He said dryly and Shoko rolled her eyes.

"It would be the end of the world for your ego." She exhaled the smoke. "And your pride."

"It's not ego! It's just-" A frustrated sigh came out of his lips. "You know it's difficult Shoko... we had a fight and it's been like that ever since. I bet he doesn’t even want to see me anyway." Shoko was the one that sighed now.

"Suguru, listen, you can't just let your past dictate your life! You still care about Gojo and I think this is the perfect chance to regain the friendship you two had." He hates to admit it, but Shoko was right. "So maybe, the next time you see him you should reach out and apologize-"

"Huh? He should be the one apologizing to me." She rolled her eyes, her friend still behaved like a teenager.

"Well, I think you both should apologize to each other, don't pretend you’re a saint." Shoko held the phone between her face and her shoulder, opening the car door to go back home from the hospital. "You can't control his actions, but you can take responsibility for yours, and if you ask me, you said pretty hurtful things to him too, so you can start there." A silence followed by a resigned snort was all the answer she needed to hear.

"I guess I'll think about it." She smiled victoriously.

"Good, now if you excuse me, my shift is over and I have to get home to my beautiful girlfriend." He laughed endearingly, at least she could keep her high school sweetheart.

"Alright, thank you Shoko, tell Utahime I said hi."

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It's been days since Satoru saw him and, weirdly enough, they haven't crossed paths when dropping their kids at school yet, which had Satoru at the edge of the seat, because the possibility of running into him was really high, it could happen any time and to be honest, he wouldn't know how to react.

Satoru got out of his car and walked to the school entrance, Tsumiki told him that she needed help to bring some cardboard crafts to the car. The bell would rang soon so the kids were gathering their stuff and would come outside at any minute, any second... why was it taking so long-

"Yo, Satoru."

That voice... How long has he waited to hear that voice again? It sounded so familiar, so soft, like if he had never stopped hearing it.

The kids didn't arrive in time to save him. Satoru felt the cold sweat in the back of his neck, that voice had such an impact on him, and it wasn't for less, it was his voice. Still breathless, he turned around to face him, the ghost of his past that still haunted him after so many years, was right behind him.

"Suguru... hi." Indeed, Satoru looked like he just saw a ghost.

The words hung in the air, heavy with a sense of unresolved tension. Satoru hesitated, his mind racing with the memories of their past argument and the hurtful words they exchanged.

Suguru doubted his decision for a moment, maybe this was too impulsive, but it was too late to take a step back now. They were silent, Suguru just looked around trying to think what to do next, thankfully Satoru was too shocked now to feel nervous.

"Book day is coming, did you know?" Suguru is thanking his daughters on his mind, since all they talked about was the preparations for Book day at school.

Satoru came out of his trance, well... kinda, the shock was too much that he just went numb, he could hold the conversation now, but when he gets home he's planning to stare at the ceiling for a long time while thinking about this.

"Yeah, my daughter is pretty excited about it." Oh? his daughter was also obsessed with book day... Suguru didn’t expect to get sentimental about it.

"Oh, really?" A subtle but nostalgic smile decorated his lips, "That's really sweet, do you have her costume yet?"

Slowly, Satoru was feeling at ease. This was Suguru after all, his best friend who he could talk to about anything, this small talk felt just natural, "She won't be on the play, she's making the decorations and scenography, but my son will be that blueish smiling cat, what about you?"

"Same thing, one will be on the play and the other will be the narrator. I'll go buy her costume next Tuesday near here."

A silence fell on them, and they just stood there, looking at the school front doors waiting for the kids to come out, it was the calm before the storm.

Suguru continued to talk, hands in his pocked followed by a sigh "We need to talk, don't you think?"

Satoru tensed at his words, a mix of surprise and uncertainty on his face "Talk? About what?"

Their eyes found each other, filled with longing, yearning, and even remorse dyed with stubbornness, "About everything, about us."

Satoru's gaze slipped away from him, they were so close and yet so far, "Now?"

"Well, we can't keep running from this... it's been too long already." A whole decade, it's been a whole decade and Satoru dares to ask him if they needed to talk right now.

Satoru crossed his arms and looked down, trying to hide how hurt he still was. This topic still felt like a fresh wound for both of them. Suguru was the first to talk.

"I don't think we should let this tension exist between us Satoru, because it's a fact that we will see each other almost everyday here, and-" Suguru felt a knot tightening his throat, it was difficult talking about them, and even more if he was talking directly to him. "and also because we used to be so close until-"

"Until we weren't," Satoru finished, bitterness creeping into his voice. "You left, Suguru. You simply ran away from everything, from me..."

His words felt like daggers... It wasn't like that...

His heart ached, it's been aching for a while, "I'm sorry for that, okay? But you have to understand that it wasn't about you, I needed to do it for me, for my own struggles..."

Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your struggles? What struggles, Suguru? You could just figure out your things without leaving, it wasn't that much of a deal." He spitted, and Suguru felt like he was downplaying his pain.

Suguru hesitated, his words sting like blood and lemon, but his voice remained calmed nonetheless "Life hasn't been easy for me, Satoru. I had to figure things out on my own. I didn't have the privileges you did."

Satoru's anger flared. "Privileges? Yes, I may had privileges like money and shit, but you think I had it easy? On top of that you left me alone, you abandoned our friendship, you didn't want to share your struggles with me."

Suguru's jaw tightened. "It's not that simple, Satoru. I needed space, I needed to get out of that damn city."

Satoru scoffed "That's what you always do, huh? Running away from your problems instead of facing them?"

The tension escalated, each word cutting deeper. Suguru's resolve wavered, and he took a step back, Satoru's eyes softened at this, guilt starting to overflow his irises and features.

"Listen Satoru, I didn't come here to fight with you. I did run, yes, but I'm here now, and i'm trying to make things right this time." His voice was now gentle, sincere and harmless. And Satoru feels like a complete asshole.

Satoru sighed, his fingers pressing the bridge of his nose "This is just... too much for me right now, I... I need to think about this."

Suguru saw his two girls walking through the hallway, getting closer to the front doors of the school. Breathing in and out, he was ready to finish their conversation for today, he didn't want his daughters to see him so distressed.

Once again, their eyes found each other, something so new but so familiar they could draw the patterns of their irises from memory, "When you feel ready to talk about this... Reach out to me, let's not waste this second chance we have."

As soon as he finished his sentence, Suguru looked to the hallway with the sweetest smile, a distinct contrast from just instants ago. He greeted his daughters with a tight hug and Satoru's heart melted, who would've thought he could get to see this in his lifetime?

It tasted bittersweet to Satoru, he lost so many years, so many important things on Suguru's life, but at least he was lucky enough to see with his own eyes how his life changed for the better in the end, he was certainly happier than the last time he saw him, and with two beautiful girls that resembled him so much…

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Satoru and his kids were already back home. Their house was peacefully quiet, Tsumiki was watching a movie in the living room while Megumi was doing god knows what in his room. It was moments like this where he could somewhat relax and find the peace he didn't have during the day. So he grabbed some ice cream from the freezer and laid down on the woven sofa outside the big window where you could see the garden, he needed some peace to find clarity about the situation.

Satoru often thought on how meeting Suguru during high school marked a significant turning point in his life.

Before Suguru came into the picture, Satoru was, by his own admission, a bit of a brat. The privileges that came with being part of the affluent Gojo family had perhaps made him a bit entitled. It wasn't until Suguru entered his life that Satoru began to experience a shift in perspective.

Suguru had a unique way of humbling Satoru, and it wasn't always through words. The first punch he received after being repeatedly disrespectful towards their teachers was a wake-up call. It was a physical reminder that not everyone would tolerate his prepotence. That punch grounded him, making him realize that he wasn't just Satoru Gojo from the prestigious Gojo family; he was simply Satoru, a spirited kid with white hair, a sweet tooth, and a newfound appreciation for humility. Suguru, in his own way, became the catalyst for Satoru's journey towards self-discovery and personal growth.

Suguru was such a significant person in his life, and he missed him so, so much.

He missed when Suguru rode his bike and he sat behind because he didn't know how to do it, or when they stayed up all night playing video games and talking about their lives or gossiping, he even misses when Suguru scolded him for being arrogant.

It was so clear to him, he wanted Suguru back, he wants to reclaim their friendship and get to know the man he has become over the years. But there was one thing stopping him, and it was the fears that flooded his mind.

What if he leaves again?

He was lucky to have his kids, they made him stronger by having someone who depended on him, because if he was on his own, he wouldn't know what to do if he's left alone again after letting Suguru back into his life.

Suguru leaving him again sounded awful, but then he thought: Suguru was already out of his life for the past decade, if they started talking again and then he left, he just would be where he is right now. Yes, it would leave him feeling like shit, but he was stronger than he was twelve years ago, he could get through it.

From this perspective, he had nothing to lose, he missed his one and only best friend and they deserved another chance. If he leaves him, too bad, he would have to just grow a pair and get over it. But if he stayed, then he wanted to see where it would take them.

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"Tsumiki, do you have dad's credit card information?" Megumi asked Tsumiki with his phone on his hands, ready to put Satoru's card numbers on some app.

His older sister answered him while she watched Twilight on the living room TV, "No, I forgot to take a picture, but why don't you ask him for his wallet?" Still looking at the TV, she pointed to the big sliding glass door, on the other side Satoru was sitting on their woven chairs.

Megumi squinted his eyes, "Is he reading?" Tsumiki now turned to look at him now that the movie just ended.

She shook her head, denying, "He's been staring at the wall since the movie started." Her brother looked surprised.

"What? What if he died or something? Maybe he had a heart attack from all the sugar..."

They both looked at each other worried, immediately walking towards him and making him jump when the sliding door hit its ending. Both of the kids sighed in relief.

"You guys scared me! I almost had a heart attack!" They tensed up at the joke, and Satoru was still worried, "What happened Tsumi? Why did you slide the door open like that?"

"We thought you were dead!" She answered just as panicked as her dad.

"What?!"

Megumi added "Yeah we thought you had a heart attack because of all the sugar you eat."

"Oh, no no!" Satoru opened his arms, and his babies got closer to receive his hug. "I don't have health issues, kids. Nothing's gonna happen to me." He chuckled at the end of the sentence now that he calmed down, "I was just thinking about something, that's why I didn't move I guess."

Now that they knew that Satoru was alive, they could relax. Their dad smiled at them and asked "Are you guys hungry? because I am." Megumi nodded.

"About that... Can I borrow your wallet? I wanted to order carbonara for dinner." Satoru's eyes widened.

"Carbonara? Wow I raised some bougie kids, huh? When I was your age I would just order a KFC bucket or a burger." Satoru's stomach growled, now that Megumi mentioned carbonara, it didn't sound bad at all. He grabbed his wallet and gave it to him. "Well, if you insist."

The boy grabbed it and started typing the info, and ended up ordering ¥9400 worth of food and drinks. Satoru choked when he heard the amount. "You kids will end up spending my family's generational wealth if I keep giving you my card, you are lucky I don't like them that much."

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kingofthering · 8 months

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you've heard of shotgunning Rosquez and VR46 Marc? you can now have both

Marc crashes in Japan [yes it pains me to write this after the actual race we had but I need this timeline wise] and it's not gonna cost him Indonesia but it does damage his previously injured hand a litte.

A couple of days after Marc has come back to Madrid, Valentino appears at his front door. He says "I had stuff to do around and I thought I could check up on you" and there are a lot of things going on in Marc's mind when he hears those words but he's too tired to call Valentino out on something he doesn't even understand, so, he just lets Vale in.

When they move to the living room, Valentino finds out about the football game Marc was watching and he apologizes for interrupting him and they end up watching the end of the game together. [And there is Valentino with a smile on his face every time he watches Marc react in Marc fashion to one of the Barça actions, but we don't talk about that.]

After the final whistle, Marc says, "You really didn't have to come, I'm fine."

Valentino looks at the way Marc is flexing his hand -he promises it's more out of habit than anything-, tilts his head to the side, considering him. "Are you on any meds right now?"

Marc shakes his head. "Finished the anti-inflammatories this morning, didn't feel like taking pain medication tonight."

Valentino nods and grabs the jacket he had discarded earlier next to him, pulling a small box out of one of his pockets.

Marc can't say he expected the joint and the lighter that Valentino pulls up in front of him. "Do you mind?"

It's not an offer, not quite. Marc shakes his head again. Valentino gets up to open the large window to their right. When he sits back down, he's much closer to Marc than he was during the game, maybe a meter of space between them.

Valentino lights up his joint and Marc watches the line of his throat as he leans back to blow a heavy cloud of smoke over himself.

"Did you really roll this before coming here? Can you even roll? Don't tell me Uccio did this for you."

That makes Valentino laugh in the middle of a puff and he starts coughing, his voice all fucked up when he says, "Yes, Marc, I can roll. I've been a teenager with time to kill. You can't really use the bike to keep busy at night, so."

Marc's mind is immediately assaulted with the image of young Vale -blue haired Vale or longer hair Vale (he doesn't know which version is the more damaging for his brain right now)- using a grinder with a focused face and licking rolling paper with his tongue.

"It's not like you haven't seen me smoke before," Valentino comments when Marc is fully blanking out on an answer there.

Marc watches as Valentino grabs the now empty beer that he'd grabbed for him earlier during the game and uses it as an ashtray to discard the ashes building at the end of the stick.

"Yeah, I know, I do remember [name of the city that I have to decide at some point]."

"You do?" Valentino's eyebrows go up a little and Marc wants to pull them back down. Don't act surprised, fucker. "I almost thought you didn't considering you never mentionned it again."

Valentino has a smirk proudly sitting on his face. Marc feels hot. The smoke must be getting to him.

Eventually, Valentino takes pity on him and he says, "It's fine," with a smile and yeah, fine, Marc will be even finer if they don't mention that night again, he already had too much trouble trying to stop thinking about it the first time around.

"You've never taken a puff on your own, have you?" Valentino asks when they've both been half watching TV, half smoking (Valentino) or half pretending they're not watching Valentino's face when he pulls on the joint (Marc).

"I think you already know the answer here," Marc chuckles. "Not really interested in trying, don't think I'm ready to cough a lung on you just yet."

He's also fairly sure it would hit him harder than someone else blowing already inhaled smoke back into his mouth. He's been severely drunk around Valentino but high? He's not sure alone with Valentino is the smartest context for that.

Valentino laughs but it's not mocking so Marc can't have said something that silly. He feels observed for a moment, Valentino considering him, and then— "Do you want a shotgun again?"

Marc's survival instinct should probably have him say no.

[Something something about how the last couple of months have him gain trust in Valentino again, Marc thinking about some memories, etc etc. And as things stand, he nods.]

Valentino scoots himself closer and places his left hand on Marc’s neck, thumb at the hinge of his jaw. He almost expects Valentino’s fingers to move -squeeze, rub, pinch; whichever- but they don’t. Marc shivers anyway.

I can stay still on my own, he doesn’t voice outloud.

I trust you, he doesn’t say either.

Marc watches Valentino pull on the joint and he closes his eyes, waits for the impact like he’s just been thrown off his bike from a highside.

He's more ready than the last time and it might have been a decade but Marc's a good student. He opens his mouth when Valentino's lips touch his and he takes a sharp breath in, manages to hold it in for a hot second before he exhales, only coughing once despite the burn in his throat.

When Marc opens his eyes, he finds out that Valentino hasn't moved. He's still close to him, bright blue eyes even more dizzying than they usually already are.

Maybe Marc will blame the drug that has barely been processed by his body at that point. As it is, Valentino’s mouth is right there and Marc has to chase it.

He’s a little too brutal with it, too eager maybe, and their teeth click for a second. Valentino does apply pressure on his neck, then. Marc readjusts.

The next press of his lips to Valentino’s is gentler but still hungry, Marc pushing and Valentino keeping him steady.

[Some more kissing and Marc freezing when they both break apart to take a breath and he realizes what he's been doing.]

"I'm sorry," Marc says while feeling the most mortified he's ever been.

"No you’re fine, don't worry." Valentino tries to reach for his wrist. Marc draws back like he’s been burnt.

"I wasn’t thinking," Marc says, his eyes struggling to find a place to look at. On TV, journalists are still analyzing the game.

"Weed will do that to you," Valentino comments in the most matter-of-factly voice possible. It sounds odd. Marc doesn’t know how to read it.

"Look, is it really a shotgunning session with your friends if you don’t make out with them a little?" Valentino asks. His tone is awkward and Marc’s face is on fire and they still can’t meet each other’s eyes. "I can even make a list of the people this has happened with, if that can make you feel better."

Imagining Valentino kissing other people is the last thing Marc wants to do, what in the actual fuck. He can’t be hallucinating, can he?

"Maybe I should go," Valentino eventually says when Marc’s brain refuses to come back with anything for a long moment. "I have an early plane tomorrow and you need to rest."

"Right."

Valentino grabs his abandoned bottle of beer when he gets up and disappear in the kitchen with in, to dispose of it despite not knowing where the glass trash bin is, Marc assumes.

He closes the open window and stands behind Marc, forcing him to crane his neck around from where he still hasn't left the couch.

"Take care," Valentino says. Marc sees his right hand move, almost expects Valentino to squeeze his shoulder or ruffle his curls, which— silly.

Marc’s heart is still going haywire by the time Valentino has closed his front door. His pulse is throbbing in his hand.

It hurts.

#rpf #valentino rossi #marc marquez #my writing #vr46 marc au #cw drugs #fun fact : I haven't shotgunned in a very hot sec so I had to do some research and I found this discussion from 2009 in a forum #and people were like “I've seen two dudes do it but it was pretty gay”#oh internet #also yeah I refuse to create a gdoc until I have a full timeline ready so tumblr it is for now #we don't talk about how this is 1.4k

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hi!! if ur requests were open, if not thats fine!! i was possibly wondering if u could possibly write a henry bowers x masc reader? basically where the reader recently gets diagnosed with autism, and some assholes make fun of them for it, henry finds them crying in the bathroom and comforts them? if not that's fine!! thank u!!

DIFFERENT

PAIRING- HENRY BOWERS X MASC!FEM!READER

SUMMARY- Y/n was used to being made fun of for being different. She didn't dress like the other girls in her school, nor did she really act like them either. But when people find out about her diagnosis with autism and decide to poke fun at that? It certainly hit a nerve. Not only did this bother her, but it apparently bothers the biggest bully in the school and even brings out a softer side of him. BLURB.

WARNINGS- SWEARING, VIOLENCE, BULLYING, SLIGHT BEVERLY SLANDER (purely for plot, I love her)

A/N- Requests are always open, I just might not get to them very quick or even at all if the plot isn't what I'm comfortable with. Also, if you wanted a male reader, I'm sorry but I don't write that right now (maybe once I get more into writing I'll try)so the reader is female, just masculine. I also chose to stay pretty in character for Henry, take that how you will.

She didn't know why her dressing differently struck such a nerve in the guys at her school. It's not like she wore anything offensive. Why did it matter if she didn't wear skirts as tiny as Gretta's or shirts as right as Beverly. It wasn't effecting anyone.

Y/n got used to the picking though. She knew what it meant to be different in her time and eventually grew indifferent to the harmful words or physical actions.

What she wasn't used to, however, was a particularly bad group of boys going through her medical records at the drug store and finding that only says before, she was diagnosed with autism. That's when it really got bad.

The news spread around so fast, the morning of the day after, everyone in school knew about it. All day she had paper balls and pencils thrown at her head, words she'd never heard directed at her, and she'd even been shoved into her locker more times than she cares to remember.

It was only until the fifth period, after lunch, did she realise that it affected her more than what she led herself to believe. This realization grounded her in the girls bathroom, cigarette loosely hanging from her lips.

Y/n never smoked much, only when she was trying to seem cool or trying to piss off people around her, but the moment seemed worthy. The unfamiliar mass of smoke going in and out of her lungs was welcomed. Every puff that has the back of her throat aching and her tongue dry was her method of distraction from the tears burning her eyes and the reoccurring urge to puke in her belly.

Every word said to her replayed in her mind as every bruise on her body ached. The pain was just as appreciated as the tears. It was as if she deserved it. Overall, she knew she shouldn't feel bad about it, it wasn't like there was anything wrong with it, but insults can only be ignored so much.

These thoughts distracted her from the creaking door of the bathroom, which opened and closed with unneeded force. She only looked up when the sound of footsteps clicked in her mind. Her head shot up, tears unwillingly falling, and she was met with the strange sight of Henry Bowers. Henry fucking Bowers.

She panicked, immediately thinking that he was there to fuck with her. He had always kept his pack of boys at bay when it came to her, but she knew of the horrors he'd done.

When she expected him to begin his bullying, he didn't. Instead, he trotted over to where she sat down and leaned back against the wall. Crossing his arms and sighing deeply.

Y/n watched him wearily through teary eyes. Every movement of his alarmed her. What the fuck was he going to do? It appeared like he was working up the nerve to do something, maybe spew more insults, bang her head against the wall and ditch.

Then, finally, he broke the tension filled silence. "Ya' know, who gives a fuck,"

The words spiked a confusion in her, making her draw her brows together and stare as he went on.

"So fucking what you dress different, fuck those assholes. Why don't you fight back?"

It took a while for her to reply due to the shock that dominated her mind. "S' not that easy for me."

It wasn't. She had barely any friends, none who would defend her, and she couldn't fight anyone herself. And let's be honest, that's how everything is fixed now. Fight for it or let it happen, that's just how it was.

"Just because you don't dress like some of those sluts." Was she dreaming? Or was Henry Bowers comforting her? If so, he wasn't very good at it. Though, she didn't really expect that he would be. "Or are fucking different."

"Are... You comforting me?"

His head shot to her and he has a look on his face that made it seem like he was offended at the accusation. Once he took in her disheveled state, his eyes softened slightly. When his response never came, she asked something different.

"Why?" Her voice was so quiet, as if she was scared to ask.

To be honest, he didn't really know why he was being so nice. It wasn't often in his nature to be nice, not right away, anyways. If he did happen to choose kindness, it was someone he trusted, but he only knew the basics about Y/n.

The soft feeling within him was foreign, but not unwelcome, as much as it alarmed him to let his guard down. He sunk down next to her, stretching his long legs out. "Shut up."

As unneeded as the rudeness was, she wasn't mad. In fact, a small giggle left her lips. He was being nice to her and he was horrible at it. She didn't know what his home life was like, but she knew it was bad, so there was no reason to be upset with his poor ways of comforting.

The tears left her eyes red and cheeks damp, but they were gone. Her head rolled to the side and she looked at him. Did he always have such a cute nose? As these types of questions arose in her brain, other things came up as well. Things that never stuck out to her were now as clear as day. Faint bruises at the base of his neck, a jagged scar peeing out from his hairline, a sort of wildness in his eyes as he glanced around the empty bathroom.

As if a puzzle came together, she realised the rumors were true. Henry's dad wasn't only drunk, but he was a damn abuser.

"I'm sorry about your dad." It wasn't necessary in her nature to be comforting either, but he sure as hell needed something.

"Sorry about those kids sticken' their nose in your business."

"Thank you." Very, very slowly and very, very hesitantly, hee pinky overlapped his, which was resting on the floor between them.

While he did nothing to egg it on, he did nothing to oppose her affection.

"Fuck them." He muttered one last time.

"Fuck them." She agreed.

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Choppy, messy, ooc, late. I have new writer syndrome.

I think I'm depressed.

#time to kms #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #it #it 2017 #victor criss #bowers gang #bowers gang x reader

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Minecraft Diaries Stoner Headcanons

Part 2 in the Aphverse Stoner Series!

Disclaimer: I haven't watched Season 3! I mean, I have, but I don't remember any of it other than that Blaze was in it-- And I just checked the wiki and he's a villain? Uhm. No, he isn't. Hatsune help me I'm going to have to make a whole post about that now... anyways, pretend Blaze is just like another guard Irena gathered because she just collects them like they're pokemon.

Blaze our beloved to start us off. Uh, pipe weed is really common in Ru'aun, it's actually a primary export. And well, Blaze is a pretty big fan of it. Once when he's smoking weed with his friend, he comes to a realization.

"Listen, listen. We use earth with the plant, fire by lighting it, and air to inhale it. What we're missing is water." I am saying that Blaze made the first bong in the MCD universe. Or that he at least came up with it and was credited for the original idea. These two are very proud of their idea and want to spread it everywhere.

Pipe weed is not allowed at the guard academy, and guards are expected to remain sober, even though alcohol is okay?? Doesn't really make sense to a lot of new cadets, including Laurance, who's able to smuggle it in, and hide it from Garroth.

Vylad does actually smoke pipe weed, particularly while on his own during those 15 years. It helps relax their muscles, and causes a sort of numbness that helps keep the calling quiet.

When he tells Laurance of this, both of them share it together at some point.

Dante used to smoke weed with Laurance on slow nights in Phoenix Drop, and even smoked it with Nicole a few times. He quit when he found out Nana was pregnant.

The number one smoker is Travis. His mom had a stock pile of it he found, enough to last years, and it's one of the main things he brings with him to Ru'aun.

When Travis and Blaze meet, they are instant friends. I don't know what happens in Season 3, but this is all that matters to me. They would be BESTIES!!

Despite being banned by the church, Zane is in a position of power so the rules don't apply to him. He never does it when he has something serious going on, but when Zane has some downtime, he'll light up a bowl to take the strain out of his shoulders.

A downside of being a Shadow Knight is that your lungs are much more used to inhaling smoke and dealing with heat thanks to the Nether, so they have some insane tolerance. Like, Vylad was smoking so much, and Laurance is never not frustrated at how much he has to go through in a single sitting just to feel something.

And Aaron? When he was a father? And a Lord?? Of course he was smoking. He was very careful about it, and kept it away from Jacob. And as he traveled with the rest of the cast, he was always careful to hide it from the kids. He didn't quite mind if anyone else saw, as long as they were smart enough not to ask for it.

Travis is not smart enough.

Also Aaron likes wearing the bandana when he accidentally gets a little too high so no one can see how bloodshot his eyes are. Irena can tell by the way he stumbles a little more than usual.

Zoey? Pot head. She's literally an immortal elf, she has tried every drug Ru'aun has ever had and then some. She stops smoking it as much when she's taking care of the kids, but after the group is gone for a few years and she spends more nights searching for a way to bring them back, she picks it back up to try and seem less stressed when people talk to her.

I feel like all Lords smoke just a little. Like, it's such a stressful job. You're constantly having to care for so many people, be a master of subjects you might not have studied, and who knows when one day you wake up to the news that you have to ready yourself for war. People need a way to relieve the stress.

Except Irena. She tried it once when she caught Aaron smoking and it tasted so bad and she did not enjoy the feeling at all. When she becomes friends with Blaze he tries to coax her into it, but she never caves, and he backs off.

LUCINDA on the other hand!! She's a witch! She's a bit of an herbalist! Does she know the perfect growing conditions for the plant of origin and how to cultivate it's harvest for maximum output?? You bet your ass she does!

Blaze x Lucinda x Travis polycule when?

The first time Lucinda and Blaze meet each other he tells her about his innovation of using glass devices to create water vapor that you can smoke, and Lucinda very eagerly drags him into her brewing room and just proudly goes "I have a cauldron!! >:)" And Blaze gets so excited!! He's already trying to figure out what he would have to custom order to work with this, but he needs to try it.

Wait why is that adorable I need to write that now.

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Highway to Pail Day 22

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February 22: What kind of cigarettes do angels have? Holy Smokes!

Aziraphale was having a miserable time trying to kick the habit. He didn't even want to, really, but unlike his other vices, this one apparently managed to cause cancer in humans just by their being around it, and he wanted to avoid unnecessary harm more than he wanted to indulge in the pleasure of a good long smoke.

Unfortunately for him, Aziraphale had seen enough of his neighbors in Soho quit tobacco over the centuries, and especially the last three decades, to know what to expect*. Irritability, cravings, increased appetite, restlessness: all common symptoms. All symptoms the angel was experiencing right now.

He glowered at a young woman who had entered his shop with her eyes on his first-edition Milne, handbag at the ready, until she gave up her nerve and left to threaten some other bookseller with buying their precious books. He paced behind his desk, unable to focus on any the new novels crowding his desk or on any of his favorites. He thought about dinner at the Ritz with Crowley with unusual fervor, his stomach actually grumbling in the way it usually didn't.

He really wanted a damned cigarette.

By the time Crowley swung in his blasted automobile, Aziraphale was three days clean and quite ready to bite his head off (or someone's head, anyway).

"Must you make such a racket?" he demanded in lieu of greeting, having bustled out of the bookshop as soon as he heard Crowley lay down his horn outside. (He'd forgotten to flip the sign and lock the door, but the bookshop knew to do that itself anyway.) Crowley's answering smirk and wink—and how did he always make sure it was clear he was winking through those dratted glasses, anyway—only irritated him further. "You may not care what your neighbors think of you, but I actually live with mine."

"I care!" Crowley protested. "I make sure they're good and frightened of that terrifying stranger who haunts the top floor, don't I?"

Aziraphale gave Crowley a once-over and sniffed.

"Yes, the terrifying stranger who dresses like a junior MP; I'm sure they're all quaking in their boots."

"I'll show you boots," Crowley grumbled, and turned the radio to bebop to get out of this conversation. Aziraphale took the forfeit as a win, restoring his mood slightly.

Eating also helped. Aziraphale's conversational snipes subsided somewhat once they were served and generally changed target from Crowley himself to the ideas presented. By dessert, Aziraphale felt nearly himself again, though his lungs still craved the bright grassy smoke of his Sweet Aftons.

Not that he had Sweet Aftons anymore. He'd smoked his last pack before quitting, to make sure that temptation did not lurk in his bookshop. He knew well how temptation worked, and would not fall prey to it unless he really wanted to (see: exhibit Crowley).

"So what bee's gotten into your bonnet today, angel?" Crowley asked as Aziraphale finished his pudding and dabbed at his face with a napkin, a gentle smile on his face. "That Thompson bloke try to buy your Wildes again?"

"Edmund Thompson will never get his hands on my Dorian Gray, no matter how many times he bats his eyelashes at me," Aziraphale said primly, "and he should jolly well know it by now." Crowley's suppressed laughter at his irritation was at least as sweet as any Virginia blend, Aziraphale thought.

He still rather badly wanted a cigarette, but it wouldn't be so bad; he was used to wanting things he wasn't allowed to have, and the pleasure of Crowley's company was always a balm to it.

*Crowley, who would quit smoking in two years because he'd be assigned to working some Phillip Morris executives in America before realizing exactly how evil they already were on their own, did not know what the symptoms of nicotine withdrawal were, and therefore would not experience any of them.

Author's note:

I would like to thank people on this pipe-smoking forum for actually talking about what tobacco tastes like instead of delivering a lecture on why I shouldn't start smoking. I know that already, Reddit! That's why I'm Googling it instead of smoking it myself!

I mentally set this in the mid-to-late 90s, since it seemed like that was about when the dangers of second-hand smoke began to percolate out to the public. Smoking bans in the UK seem to have begun in 1987, but they also seem to have been primarily fire-safety bans, not public health bans, until 2006. The 90s seemed like a good compromise position.

I chose Sweet Aftons for Aziraphale for a couple reasons: 1) they had a literary name and history; 2) they were unfiltered and single-source, which seems like an especially Aziraphale way to smoke; and 3) I liked the way the name sounds and looks!

#my writing #do it with style events #highway to pail #good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #aziracrow #azicrow #ineffable husbands

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Romeo and Juliet

Is this angst? Eh, not really.

Bojan and Kris' age: 18/17 (during the band break, no "real" romantic interactions)

Synopsis: It's the last week os summer vacation, Bojan shows up at Kris' house during the night and they sneak out

"Breathe, keep breathing Don't lose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone"

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Ema is a fictional name

The night was hot. Extremely.

Kris twisted and turned in his bed, turning his pillow every 2 seconds in hopes it would be just a bit colder each time. He even tried to let his window open to let some wind through and pretend that the cold shades coming from the moon outside would provoke some sort of psychological effect that would lead him to believe it was cold. That works, right?

Regardless, he can't sleep. It's his last week of vacation and he just can't sleep.

And even though he tells himself it's only because of heat, he knows it's not true. There was something bugging his mind for the past couple of months. Well... various. For starters: Ema dumped him. It's not like he treated him very nicely, but he always did whatever she wanted and how she wanted. One time they had a disagreement and puff: all the "love" she had for him was gone.

Then there was the elephant in the room: Bojan and the band.

After July and the Špil league, Kris barely saw any of the boys. Before, most of them were busy trying to get into university and pass all the exams, the band stopped being a priority, but now, in the few rehearsals they had, Bojan was absent.

- Aaaah. - he sighed in frustration.

He wanted to sleep and forget all those problems, he really wanted to...

But nobody gets what they want as he hears something hitting his room's outside wall - stupid birds.

But then he hears again, and again and again. Shit, he had to check.

Kris swiftly got up and checked on his window only to be blinded by an orange light of a flashlight.

- Ah, what the fuck!?

- Hi. - a voice coming from below smiled.

- Why do you have a flashlight, Bojan? - he asked as Bojan finally stopped pointing with the light at him, allowing him to recover his vision.

- I came to see you.

- Do you know what time it is?

- Yeah, time to pack and get dressed before your father hears us.

- Before all hell breaks lose?

- Precisely.

Kris didn't bother dressing up fancy or anything, he only put a shirt and shorts on – technically they were “summer pajamas” but who the fuck uses pajamas during summer? - and took a pair of flip-flops with him. He was as quiet as he could to not wake up any of his family members nor Apple, the dog.

When he reached the outside, Bojan was there and took him to his car that was parked two streets away.

When they got inside, Kris got curious:

- Where are we going?

- Today, we escape.

Kris wasn't sure where the two of them were going, but he was thrilled, though anxious at the same time.

Bojan drove them to a children's park in the center. Why? Kris doesn't know, he just did.

They both sat on a bench and the singer offered him a cigarette and Kris took it. Bojan lit his own and then gave Kris the lighter to light the other's.

- How have you been doing? - Bojan broke the silence.

- Great.

- Ema?

- We broke up.

- I feel ya.

- I know that... You and-

- Yup, also didn't last.

They stayed quiet for a few more moments.

- Are you scared? - Kris asked - About uni. Are you scared or anxious?

- Like anyone would. - he let the smoke escape his lungs - But I'm more scared of losing myself, to be honest. Kris...I have to tell you something.

Kris made a guess.

- You are leaving the band, right?

But Bojan didn't reply.

- Is this because of the fight you had? Bojan, I know you can finish the song! I know you can do it! It's nothing compared with what we already had to endure. We finally have someone behind us an-

- It's not just that. - he laughed in frustration - It's just... What if the band really doesn't work out? I mean, we haven't had a proper band practice in a while! I don’t even show up to rehearsal anymore because everyone seems busy with university. I know you will only start worrying about it now but...okay scratch that, you are always worried but! Kris...

Bojan threw his cigarettes on the floor and stepped on it.

- I don't think we can make it as a band either... realistically, a solo singer is more successful.

- Is that really what boils down to you?

- No...more like: I don't know what else I want to do with my life. If not music, then what? I already devoted myself so much to it! And I even started writing some songs for myself.

Bojan hesitated before continuing.

- And I’ve met a producer that has promised me things... He says I have the voice for it. This might be my chance, Kris.

Kris also threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, angrily.

- Bojan, it's just not fair. - he turned to Bojan and stared at him as if he wanted to grab him and demand he stayed in the band forever - If you keep drinking out of that "fountain of wisdom", I hope you choke. I hope your voice drowns.

Kris got up, pretty angrily and didn't direct Bojan a word. However, he only took a few steps away from him before going back to him immediately. He grabbed the fucking flashlight out of Bojan’s hand - seriously why did he have that? - and turned it on. He pointed with the light towards Bojan's heart.

- One chance. Give me one chance and I'll show you that the band is worth fighting for.

- What will you try to do?

- I'll... - the wheels in his head started turning - I'll sing us a song. A song to keep us warm.

- And try you will.

♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩

(I didn't quote the hunger games at the end, shut up)

MASTER POST | Recommended next: Gola

#those who know why R&J know those who don't don't #though this story has obviously a much happier ending haha #joker out #bokris #joker out bojan #joker out kris #bojan cvjetićanin #kris gustin #kris guštin #Spotify

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Nr 47 for Bagginshield sounds very interesting if it hasn't been done already, please and thank you🫣💖

Ok, so this prompt turned out longer than I originally anticipated. It was also a little bit of a challenge so thank you for sending it!! It's a little angsty but kissing out of spite is an angsty prompt!

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He threw the meeting door open to leave the room. His feet could not carry him away fast enough. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He heard the door get pushed open behind him and briefly considered slipping on his magic ring.

“Laddie, he didn't mean it like that! You have to know how delicate all of this is!” It wasn't like Balin to trip over his words, so he was sure now that he had not been in on the announcement.

“He meant exactly what he said. He always means exactly what he says. Having me in Erebor is too much of a complication.”

“He didnae say that.” Balin tried to counter. Bilbo stopped and whirled on him.

“He might as well have! When Gandalf announced he was heading back over the mountains and would escort me back home, what did Thorin say?” There was nothing but silence from the old advisor. “What did he say, Balin!” He had long abandoned his willingness to stay calm. He was shaking with rage and hurt beyond words.

“He said that would be for the best.”

“That’s right, he did.” Bilbo walked away, and Balin did not follow. He closed the door of his room and screamed. He screamed so loud he was sure they could hear it in Dale. He had been deluding himself this entire time into thinking there was more. He really could have sworn they had gotten closer. They took meals together and smoked together. Thorin had gone out of his way to make him comfortable, even going so far as to make him a new armchair that put his at home to shame. He thought Thorin might even offer to let him stay. He hoped it with everything he had. The Shire didn't feel like home anymore, not when his heart rested in the mountain, even now as shattered as it was. There were hints the last week of this happening. They had stopped sharing as many meals, and Thorin stopped seeking him out before meetings or in the library. What had he done wrong?

He started to pack his things immediately. He wouldn't stay a moment longer than he needed to. Twenty minutes passed, and there was a knock at the door.

“Leave. I don’t feel like company.” He heard footsteps retreat, and a part of him resented that they didn't even try.

“We need to talk.” Thorin’s voice said clear as day from behind him. Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin.

“How did you get in here!” He gasped and stumbled back. Thorin surged forward to help him but thought better of it halfway through the reaction.

“Our rooms are connected through a door in the kitchen,” Thorin stated plainly.

“I-I never noticed a door in there.” Bilbo cursed dwarves and their invisible doors but recovered. “What do you want, Thorin.”

“Someone said they heard you scream. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Y-your packing?” Thorin was standing stiff as a board; his words came through gritted teeth.

“Of course, I’m packing. You just offloaded your burden onto the wizard. I won't stay longer than I’m welcome. I’ll stay in Dale tonight, then with the Elves until Gandalf is ready to depart.” Even he knew that mentioning the elves was a low blow. The elvish ambassadors always made it a point to remark on how well taken care of he would be in Eryn Lasgalen and over inquired about his safety in the mountain. Right now, he wanted Thorin to hurt as much as he did.

“If you stay another day, Gloin can prepare some of your share of the treasure for you.” Thorin’s entire being seemed to be shrouded in shadow. His hair hung heavy over his shoulders, and his eyes looked like there were deep circles under them from days without sleep. He had noticed it in the meeting, but now they seemed to sink into his face.

“I don't want a single coin from you! Not one piece of it!” The words carefully and not at all accidentally chosen had the same effect as a slap to the kings face. Bilbo hated himself for hurting Thorin in his pain. He wanted to apologize immediately and leave on better terms, but he had no idea how to at this point, so he didn't. His bag was now packed. He didn't take anything with him that he had accumulated in the last three months except a few mementos from the company, Sting, and the Mithril shirt tucked away at the bottom of his bag. He walked to the door, passing Thorin, and turned to him. This would be the last time he got the chance to do this, then it would be a lifetime of what-ifs. So why not. He walked over to him and yanked him down rather harshly until their lips met. He felt Thorin gasp against him and freeze. His lips felt warm and chapped, and by the lady's green garden, why did he do this? Because all he would ever want was this feeling again. They say love drives you to do crazy things, but so does spite. “I hate you for making me fall in love with you…you…bastard.” The words came out watery and much less harsh than he meant for them to be.

He didn't have the chance to move a single step before Thorin seized him. Ice went through him. He had done it. He had finally, truly set off that electric temper the king was so well known for. He felt his bag pushed off his shoulders as Thorin cradled his back and head. The second kiss was so much more than the first. Thorin held nothing back. He devoured Bilbo’s mouth, plundering it like it was the difference between living and dying. It was not gentle; it was desperate.

“How could you do that to me?” Thorin sounded truly hurt. His eyes were glistening with tears as he struggled to verbalize his thoughts. “I knew you were stubborn, but I did not think you so cruel as to reveal this to me now and try and turn to leave.” Thorin was now holding Bilbo’s head in his hands, his face wild with sorrow.

“You wanted me to leave! You practically pushed me into Gandalf's hands! Don't pretend you love me now after that.” Bilbo took several steps back, and Thorin’s hands fell limply at his side.

“I did that because what other choice did I have? I want you, but I can not have you! The moment I laid hands on you my right to your heart was forfeit by the laws of my people. It is against our law to even ask for it! I can't keep living like this knowing you are so near yet so far away. It’s like torture, Bilbo! How long until someone else catches your eye? I can't watch that happen! Watching you share your private moments… your body… Your love with someone that isn't me. I would rather shore all the hair on my body and cast myself upon my blade.” He meant it. Bilbo could tell he meant every word of it. The way he was standing and the tone of his voice, Thorin Oakenshield was not a dwarf built for lies. Bilbo stagged backward until he bumped into the frame of the bed.

“You… love me? But wait, you said… it’s illegal to be with me?” His brain felt fried. He was trying so hard to make sense of the information laid at his feet. “Wait, but I wronged you as well! I was technically an enemy of Erebor when you… when that happened. Surely that explanation is enough! Did you even think to try and work around this, or was casting me away your first solution!” The confusion had not extinguished his anger, but there was not nearly as much power behind it now.

“I didn't know that you wanted me in any way more than a friend. I had not dared hope, and the part of me that did hoped I wasn't forgiven. Am I forgiven?” Thorin looked so hopeful. The dark circles under his eyes only make the blue of his irises bright with life and pain. All the anger, all the vitriol left him like a tidal wave. He took a step forward, and his legs buckled underneath him. Thorin caught him and cradled him against his chest.

“I forgive you. Of course, I forgive you, you fool.”

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Fun kissing prompt game to be found here!

also to the Anon who gave me the jealousy prompt. I did not forget you. You gave me my all-time favorite trope and therefore I am incapable of writing less than 1500 words for it.

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