#jay jeers

[beauceronn]

I think I've finally narrowed my breed options to a shortlist 😵‍💫

#obv 2-3 years out but #might start contacting ppl once i decide which breed is right #jay jeers

[worldwake]

Retriever heads >>>

#jay jeers

[xxsunoosprincess]

hi, can i reqs enha reaction to waking up with their back all scratched up after a long night with their s/o?

back to my regularly scheduled content 😋 absolutely delicious request

Enhypen’s reaction to seeing the marks you left on their back. (OT6)

pairings: enhypen legal line x reader

warnings, 18+, minors DNI, mentions of sex, handjobs, and marking

Heeseung

Shy baby…. doesn’t tell you because he doesn’t want you to feel bad (and also secretly wants you to do it again). When you wake up he is fully dressed and sitting in bed, back facing away from you which is weird. He’s never awake this early and is he watching you sleep?? Can’t pry what’s wrong out of him so you end up wrestling him down and flipping up his shirt, exposing the marks (and making his cock throb). Repeated tells you it’s not a big deal but walks around with his shirt tucked in like a dork just in case anyone else tries to pull a fast one on him.

Jay

Loves that shit. Type of boyfie that sends you $200 to get your nails done all pretty. Taking care of you is his top priority!! Plus, he loves the way a nice manicure looks when you have your hands wrapped around his cock. He can also feel the scratch marks you leave down his back that much better with a nice set of acrylics. When he catches sight of them in the morning, you will have another “investment” sitting in your bank account immediately.

Jake

Shakes you awake after he takes a shower and the body wash packs an extra sting. Once he has you up and sufficiently panicked… “It’s important, wake up!!” Is not the most delicate way to wake up your partner… he pulls off his shirt and flips over to show you the damage. Thinks he has a rash at first, but it doesn’t take much to deduce what the red lines running down his back are from. Once you tell him, he switches to “Look what you did to me! You wild animal!” all whiny and rosey cheeked. Makes you kiss it better.

Sunghoon

Likes it and makes sure everyone knows about it. “Oh these? Y/n was over last night” cue groans from the other members. After that they stop asking but he makes sure they are visible. Will probably even ask you to do it again and leave marks along his shirt line so they “accidentally” show. And when you do, he makes sure to reward you with an extra nice pounding that night <3

Sunoo

Sweet blushing baby!! He sees it in the mirror while doing his morning skincare and shrieks. It obviously attracts the attention of everyone in the dorm, but he runs back to his room with his shirt clutched to his chest and back pressed against the wall. He finally slips into the room and sees you sitting up in bed, clearly just awoken by the chaos happening behind the door. Jeers of “damn Sunoo I didn’t know you were a freak like that!” from Jake as he turns around to show you what all the commotion was about sends you into your own fit of laughter.

Jungwon

The first time it happened he didn’t even notice. Goes about his day until he is at dance practice and is getting sweaty so he takes his shirt off. Sunoo’s scandalized gasp is all he heard before a shirt is thrown at his face with a hissed “are you crazy? what if the managers see?”. Oops. Not so secretly happy about it. Now he walks around the dorms shirtless after a romp with you in the sheets just so he can show off a bit.

END.

a/n: short lil thang to get back into the swing of things after everything that went down today. Good lord… thinking about getting two requests out tonight to make up for deleting last nights :( also reminder that requests are open for 100 follower event!! anyways, hope you enjoy! xx - princess

taglist: @sunoofairyofsass @cha0thicpisces (fill out form or dm to be added)

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[heartsandhischier]

stranger

luke hughes x reader

summary - 1k words. In an attempt to unwind during the All Star break, Luke finds himself captivated by a stranger in the club inspired by the song: strangers - jay hayden

author's note - I've been kind of obsessed with writing about Luke lately, I have tons of drafts I've already written... lol

warnings - mentions of alcohol

The club pulsated with energy, a kaleidoscope of lights and thumping bass. the sparkling lights casting an ethereal glow over the dance floor where bodies writhed and moved in perfect synchrony with the music. All in contrast with the hockey player's introspective mood as he tries to unwind during the All Star break. Amidst the vibrant nightlife of New York City, Luke and some of his teammates sought solace from the usual grind of early morning practices and back-to-back matches. Yet, the unfamiliar surroundings left Luke feeling out of place, longing for the familiar embrace of the ice beneath his skates.

His teammates were a blur of motion and laughter, their voices blending together in a cacophony of excitement as they raised their glasses in toast after toast. They were in their element, basking in the freedom of the moment, but for Luke, the scene felt foreign.

He longed for the familiar comfort of the ice rink, where the rules were clear, and his place in the world was defined by the swift glide of his skates. But here, in this crowded club, he felt adrift, his confidence waning with each passing moment.

Trays of drinks arrived at their table with alarming frequency, each one greeted with cheers and whoops of delight from his teammates. Luke tried to join in, tried to lose himself in the rhythm of the music, but it was no use. Without his stick and skates, he felt like a stranger in his own skin, disconnected from the world around him.

His eyes scanned the throng of dancers, searching for something – anything – to distract him from his growing sense of unease. That’s when he spotted her. A vision of confidence and allure amidst the chaos, she moved with a grace that mesmerized him. Clad in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, she seemed to command the attention of everyone around her. She was dancing, moving her body without a worry, the music seemed to dance around her rather than the other way around. 

Luke felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched her, his heart pounding in his chest with a rhythm that matched the pulsating beat of the music. His teammates noticed his fixation and wasted no time chirping him mercilessly, their laughter ringing in his ears like a taunting melody.

“Hey Luke, what’s got you all hot and bothered over there?” Dawson jeered, nudging him with a playful smirk.

“Yo Luke, check out that hottie on the dance floor! You gonna make a move or what?” Alexander chimed in pointing towards the woman swaying her hips in the middle of the crowd.

Dawson again, playfully nudged Luke with his elbow, “Yeah man, you’ve practically drooling at the sight of her. Time to put on your big boy pants and go talk to her.”

Alexander chuckled at his comment as he made his way towards them from across the table, drink in hand. “Come on, Luke, what’s the worst that could happen? She turns you down? At least you’ll have a good story to tell.” 

Their encouragement spurred Luke on, with each passing moment, his confidence grew. Finally, Luke built up the courage to push himself out of his spot, he took a hold of his drink downing it in one big sip as a form of liquid courage, before making his way towards the confident stranger.

As he approached the captivating stranger, his palms grew sweaty, his nerves threatening to get the best of him. But then she turned to face him, her eyes meeting with a playing glint, and suddenly everything else faded away.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice barely audible above the music. “Mind if I join you?”

The stranger's smile widened as he looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she spoke.

“Depends,” she replied, her voice teasing. “Can you keep up?”

Luke felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he met her mischievous gaze, every nerve in his body suddenly nowhere to be found as a sense of determination washed over him.

“Only one way to find out,” he said, returning her smile with a confidence he didn’t know he possessed.

She playfully smirked as her hands snaked up his chest sending shivers down his spine. She took a hold of his arms gently but confidently placing them on her hips, before resting her own around his neck. Lost in the rhythm of the dance, the world around them seemed to blur into insignificance. With each sway of the hips pulling them closer and closer together. The energy of the club, the throb of the music, all of it paled in comparison to the current crackling through the small space that separated them. 

Then, as if drawn by a force greater than either could resist, they found themselves closer still, the tension between them sparking with the promise of something more. It was in this charged atmosphere that Luke, emboldened by the moment and the undeniable connection he felt with her, made his move. Their eyes locked, a silent agreement of lust passing between them, and then their lips met in a kiss that sent shockwaves through them both.

The kiss was electric, a fusion of longing and passion that seemed to stop time itself. Around them, the music and the crowd faded into a distant hum, the only reality that mattered was the feel of her lips on his, the taste of her, the way she seemed to melt into him as if she belonged there. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a confirmation of the attraction that had been simmering between them from the moment they'd locked eyes.

But as quickly as the moment came, it was torn away. The stranger was suddenly pulled back into the sea of dancers, a playful wink her only goodbye before she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Luke amidst the pulsating lights and music, his heart racing and his lips still tingling from their kiss.

The abrupt end to their connection left Luke reeling, a mix of euphoria and confusion swirling within him. The kiss had been real, the sparks undeniable. Yet now, as he stood alone on the dance floor, her absence felt like a sudden chill, the warmth of their encounter a memory that left him yearning for more.

#luke hughes #new jersey devils #njd #nj devils #nhl fanfiction #nhl fanfic #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x you #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #new jersey devils x reader #new jersey devils fic #new jersey devils imagine #hockey fic

[sanguineterrain]

Hiii, discovered your fics on AO3 and they’re very my jam! If you’re still taking requests, could I suggest something where Jason rescues you, an angsty hurt/comfort? Maybe they’re pining for each-other and maybe confront/confess their feelings, or are already together, up to you.

No worries if not 😊😊 Thanks for the good words ❤️🖤

Hey I know you! Thanks for leaving nice comments over yonder 🥰 Idk if I really delivered on this prompt but I hope you like it anyway lol 😅 I combined this prompt with another I received about Jason and the reader fighting before the reader is hurt/kidnapped.

jason todd x fem!reader. tw: creepy men, crime alley, injured reader, jason shoots people (🎶whatta mighty good man🎶)

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"If you don't know who this is, you shouldn't be fucking calling. Leave a message after the beep or whatever."

Beeeep!

"Jay, it's me. Can we please talk? You can't ignore me forever. I want us to fix this. I—" You swallow hard. "I miss you."

You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you think of what to say. You've already left three unanswered messages. There's no more for you to say. You just want things to be fixed.

You want your best friend back.

"Okay. Call me when you can."

You hang up and pocket your phone.

The fight was stupid. Jason doesn't respond well to being pushed, but you pushed him anyway. You wanted to know where he disappeared to at night. You were sick of the secrets, of always feeling like you were three steps behind, left in the dark.

If you really cared about me, you would tell me where you go.

Jason had stilled, expression cold.

I don't owe you anything.

Your voice had turned wobbly then.

Jay, don't I mean anything to you? I want you to trust me, I want this to be a normal friendship!

He'd put on his jacket and collected the few things he left in your apartment.

You're right. You deserve normal.

You haven't spoken since. At first, you thought Jason left for a few hours to cool down. So you gave him space.

But then hours turned to days, and now it's been a full week and a half since you'd fought. Last night, you broke down and cried. This is it. You've lost him for good.

Part of you fears the reality is darker than him just leaving. You've long suspected that whatever Jason goes out to do is probably illegal since he's always out at night.

What if you're called down to the police station to identify a body?

All those things left unsaid. Jason will never know you love him.

Screw this. You're going to his apartment.

It's late. It's really late, and this is actually not the best idea to carry out at eight o'clock at night in Crime Alley. There's a reason Jason always insists on hanging out at your apartment or at a cafe.

A man whistles at you down the street. "Goin' somewhere, girlie?"

This was a bad idea. Jason might be the one who has to ID a body tonight.

You can't remember which of these apartments is his. But you can't call him. He can't know you're here, not yet.

"You shouldn't be here, lady!" a kid shouts at you from a fire escape. "He don't like new people on his turf!"

You don't take the time to figure out who the kid means. Crime Alley is known for, well, crime. The sooner you can locate Jason's apartment, the better.

A group of men light cigarettes down the road. You pause and turn around. In the process, you stumble over a garbage can.

That instantly draws their attention.

"Well, what have we here?" one jeers. "You lost, sweetie?"

You run.

You don't care if it makes you look afraid—you are afraid, and you're beyond caring. You shouldn't have come here.

You turn abruptly. You have no idea where you're going, but maybe if you act like you do, you'll throw them off. You take another turn, then another, and you look behind you to check if—

Wham!

You crash into a body. A muscled body, one that forces you backwards.

White, glowing eyes that smolder inside a red helmet meet your own.

Jason's never warned you about the Red Hood. He just tells you to stay away from the area altogether. You don't really need to be warned about Hood anyway. You know what he's about. You know you've probably just sealed your fate tonight.

"What the fuck?" he asks, modulated voice rough.

"I'm sorry," you babble. "Please don't hurt m—"

Gunshots ring out, and you realize you've just stumbled into an active gunfight. With Red Hood.

Fuck your luck.

The gunmen have spotted you, and they take great pleasure in using you as a distraction; they fire at you instead of Hood.

He shields you with his body, blocking the bullets. It works until a flash grenade is thrown, and you're separated from Hood, ears ringing. You hit the ground hard from the impact, scraping your hands and arms.

Someone's arm wraps around your neck, and you're suddenly dragged backward. You scream, scratching at the arm, and a fist thumps your head. You blink at the pain, too dazed to keep fighting.

"We had a deal, Hood!" your captor shouts, arm tightening around your neck. "Let us go or she dies!"

"Negation's over," Red Hood snarls, and shoots all four men.

You cry as the shot echoes too close to your face and for a moment, you fear you've been shot too. The now dead man slips off of you, collapsing in a heap on the ground.

Your ankle protests when you step on it. In the chaos of the fight, you hadn't realized you sprained it. You trip and fall on your butt, scrambling away from the pooling blood.

"What are you doing here?" Hood growls at you, stalking closer.

You start to cry, edging backward.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your fight, please d-don't kill me—"

You press down hard on your wrist and that hurts more than your ankle. You cry harder at the pain, grabbing your wrist.

Red Hood gets closer, and you try to scramble away with one arm and one leg. He kneels down and holds your good arm in place so you can't move.

"I'm sorry!" you say again, tears thick on your lashes.

"Fuck," Hood says roughly, and unlocks his helmet.

Your eyes widen as he pulls it off.

"J—"

"I told you to never come to this area, and you come alone, in the fucking dark, without a weapon? What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason snarls.

"Please don't yell at me," you whisper, covering your face with your hands.

You're shaking, adrenaline turning your stomach. A moment later, you throw up.

"Shit," Jason says and puts a hand on your stomach to help you sit back up. "Shit, I'm an asshole. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."

"I thought you died," you say, daring to look at him. "You weren't answering my calls, and you only go out at night. I thought..."

Jason immediately looks avalanched by guilt. He cradles you to his chest.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I should've—I thought it would be better, leaving."

"I didn't want you to leave," you cry, arms curling around his neck. "I love you so much, Jay. I was so scared. Don't leave me again."

Jason's breath hitches. You freeze, suddenly sure you've screwed it all up.

"Jay—"

"Y'love me?" he asks, cupping your cheek.

You nod emphatically.

"Even though I'm..." He gestures to the helmet.

"I'm just happy you're alive," you say. "I missed you so much, Jason."

His arms tighten around you. "God, I missed you too, baby. I was going crazy not talking to you. I'm sorry I ignored you. Wasn't right of me. But don't ever do this again, okay? If I hadn't been here—"

He takes a shuddering breath and kisses your neck. You nod against his shoulder.

"I promise. Just don't shut me out again, please."

Jason's quiet for a moment. You can feel him thinking.

"This isn't gonna be normal," he says. "If-if we do this. This is part of me. Who I am."

"I don't care," you say. "I love you, Jay. Every part. Whatever that entails."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #i do notttt like how this one came out but im lowkey struggling to write this week so. oh well 😔 #inbox #blurb

[jamespottersdaisy]

A man without love

Peter Parker x fem!reader

|1.4k|

a/n: just a fluffy banter during a cozy night

song choice has absolutely no relation to the fic whatsoever, i just listened to it the whole time and liked lmao. dedicated to my baby jay @hollandweather

Moonlight to show the way so we can follow

Waiting inside her eyes was my tomorrow

Then something changed her mind, her kisses told me

I had no loving arms to hold me

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

Somewhere amidst the mellifluous melody, the door clicks, and you know Peter is home. 

You’ve been captivated in your book for far too long to notice the hour; quite late, might I add. It must have been a rough night for him to decide to stay past two in the morning for patrol.

You grab your phone and toss it between the pages as a bookmark before hopping on your feet.

“Nice song, baby,” Peter murmurs as he dawdles to your room, leaving its door agape. You wager he is changing to something much more comfortable than that suit of his but still barge in the room nonetheless. “How was the night, big guy?”

You catch a few discoloration on his skin as his bare torso moves around beside the bed. He glances at you sidelong, swiftly hauling a grey shirt on. “Smashing success. No criminals left around.”

He might have rushed to shroud his skin with cloth from you, but you are shrewd enough to match his furtiveness. No chance he is hiding those tiny injuries from you. Perhaps he has a good reason to do so– such as the look on your face when you see him hurt– but still, not good enough of a reason to deny you. 

“Lemme see,” you clutch the hem of his shirt to lift it up, only for his hand to grab yours to parry.

“On my period, sorry, beautiful.” His eyes may be drooping from exhaustion, yet his smirk is as smug as always while you glower daggers at him.

“Let me see, Peter.”

“That’s harassment.”

“There’s something purplish on your back,” you try harder, but he is stronger.

“You’re delusional.”

“I know what I saw, quit gaslighting me.”

“Gaslighting is not real. You’re crazy,” Peter shakes his head.

“Are you hiding hickeys of trysting?” you jeer, making him chuckle and release your hand from his at last. 

“Nope, don’t have time for that,” he shakes his head gallantly. “Just bruises of valour.”

Which simply earns a mocking scoff from you.

You don’t see or feel his amorous gaze on you as your fingers trace the new bruises. They’ll heal, you know they will, and still, you want to kiss every one of them into evanescing.

“How was your night?” he whispers, bringing his hand to your hair and pushing a strand behind your ear. 

“Better than yours, apparently,” You now touch the small nick on his jaw tenderly and turn around to get a band-aid from the nightstand.

His eyes follow your movements around, gears working in his brain. “Please, not the pink one–” he calls when you grab a band-aid.

Too late. You are already springing back with a wide grin. “Pink one!”

“Not the pink one…” he closes his eyes in disdain as you strut back to his side and place a screaming pink plaster on his jaw.

He looks down in your eyes as you check his handsome face, clearly proud of your work. “I look so manly.”

“Most manliest you ever looked.”

“Wanna get in the bed with me?

“You’re on your period, Peter.”

He laughs and turns around before throwing himself into the bed. “C’mon, take your book and the music and come here.”

I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me

So if you see my girl, please send her home to me

Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying

Say I can't stop myself from crying

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

When you sit on the bed, legs crossed with your book on your lap, Peter takes your phone, restarting the same song. He averts his eyes to your book. “Anything new?” 

“Oh, yeah, you’ve missed so much,” your eyes widen with excitement, and Peter’s smile widens intuitively. “I don’t even remember where you left off.”

“The girl’s memories got stolen,” he reminds you. “Want me to braid your hair?”

“I get so sleepy when you do that,” you shake your head and open the book to go through pages with hopes of remembering what you’ve read since Peter left.

“I should hope so, do you know what hour it is?”

“But I’ve missed you,” your head snaps up, and Peter narrows his eyes. His hand is already up in your hair, playing and caressing the locks gently. “Liar. You’ve been reading that book since I’ve left home.”

“And two hours before that,” you lean into his touch.

“You’ve officially lost the right to complain about your headache,” He props up in bed, switching to a more suitable position for easier access to your hair.

“I will do it regardless.”

‘I know you will,” his long fingers take three strands, and you are already feeling sleepy. “Now, please, tell me what happened after the poor girl lost her memories.”

You pause for a minute, mustering all the plot you’ve consumed to drain. As you remember the things the poor main character went through, your blood pressure soars, eyes widen and voice raise. “They lied to her! Can you believe that?”  you exclaim, at which Peter raises his brows in happy bewilderment. “God, I hate her mother so much!”

“Stepmother. Go on,” He interjects before passing to another strand of hair and dividing it into three. “What about her situationship?”

“He is not her situationship, Peter–”

“I mean, they flirt about killing each other, sleep together, but they’re not together.”

“That’s sexual tension and slow burn,” you scowl. Peter lets go of another newly done braid.

“Yep, that’s what I said,” he nods, caressing your cheek with his thumb. ”Situationship. What happened to him?”

That’s when you straighten your back, and Peter rolls his eyes. He never was fond of the male main characters of the books you’ve read. No matter how they looked and what they did, you always seemed to be infatuated with them.

“He was looking for her, and he found her and he freaked out when she didn’t remember her–” You start babbling about the male lead, but Peter is not amused.

“Breathe.”

“But he could not openly tell her everything, it would freak her out, so he–”

“Still not breathing, beautiful.”

“Stop interrupting,” you wave off your hand.”So he lied about who he is to gain her trust and–”

“He’s such a liar, what do you even see in him?”

“He’s hot,” you lightly slap his chest to stop him from cutting off your every word. 

“He is short, but sure, go on,” Peter grabs you by the arm and yanks you closer to his chest. 

This is his favourite time of the day, and you are always too busy to see it. Your voice echoes around the room, albeit he forgets most of the things you are saying by the morning. What matters is that you are talking. To him. With him. 

“Doesn’t matter, still hot,” You nuzzle against his chest, feeling his hands roam around your hair and back. It’s dizzying and yet the most comforting feeling you’ve ever felt. “So, they start spending time behind her mother and slowly grow a bond.”

“There we go, she’s gonna take forever to trust him again,” Peter’s tone is already lowered, welcoming you into a place of drowsiness. Both of you in your pyjamas, tangled together under a blanket that Peter wrapped around you. 

“So, you wouldn’t wait and fight for my love even if it took forever?” your words are heavy, and your voice is slumberous. Peter smiles down at your hooded eyes and rests his chin against yours.

“Baby, you didn’t acknowledge your feelings for me for six months.” He is right. You fought a lot to not ruin the friendship at first.

“I still could have taken my time,” you mumble, eyes closed. “Act oblivious to your flirting.”

“I could not be clearer that I was flirting,” he chuckles slowly, taking the book away from you and placing it on the counter. “And I would’ve waited another six months.”

“You would get bored.”

“Of you? Never,” is all that is said before you doze off and he shuts off the lights.

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up

Knowing that it's cloudy above

Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up

Knowing that it's cloudy above

Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

thank you for reading! let me know if you liked it!!!! love you guys so much!

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[scented-morker]

Crush

established relationship, heeseung x fem!reader, tooth rotting fluff, one kiss, 361 words

“Are you okay y/n?”

The question comes from Jay on your left, with whom you’d been in a casual conversation with until you heard your boyfriends laugh from across the room and had suddenly forgotten how to function.

“Yeah I’m good,” you say semi-breathlessly, eyes still locked on the grinning Heeseung.

“You look a little red,” he observes, before following your eyes. “Wait are you blushing?!”

“What? No…Maybe.”

He lets out what you can only describe as a jeering laugh.

“You’ve been dating him for months, why are you suddenly blushing from across the room?”

You smack his shoulder, mad at him for noticing and mad at yourself for suddenly remembering that you have a crush on your boyfriend.

“Shut up!”

“Hey, Hee! You’ll never believe this!”

Heeseung walks over, joining the two of you.

“What’s up?”

“Your girlfriend is blushing right now and you didn’t even say anything!”

Heeseung looks over at you, a lovesick grin on his face, “is that so?”

You pout, leaning over and burying your face in his chest.

“Jay’s being mean!” You complain, mumbling into the material of his t-shirt since you’re currently too embarrassed to make eye contact.

“Am not!” He defends immediately, but Heeseung gives him a look that has him quickly walking away to go talk to someone else, mumbling a “fine, I didn’t want to be around you two anyway.”

Once he’s gone, your boyfriend gently pries your head out from his chest, making you look him in the eyes.

“Why are you so shy?” He giggles, obviously enjoying this a little too much.

“I don’t know, I just heard you laugh and when I looked over it was like I remembered I had a crush on you and my heart started doing weird stuff.”

You want to tattoo the smile he gives you into your brain permanently— “Can I tell you a secret?”

You know where it’s going, but you ask him anyway, “what?”

He leans down to give you a sweet kiss, gently brushing his own lips against yours before pulling away and looking back into your eyes.

“I have a crush on you too.”

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabble #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung scenarios #enhypen oneshots #enhypen heeseung x reader #enhypen heeseung fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x female reader

[sharksandjays]

Have you guys thought about how Tommy Andreasen is literally just one of us. Last I remember his favourite characters were Bruise and.....looking at Skybound and Way of the Departed....the man is just as bad as all of us.

Its literally

Us, jeering: yeah!! Torture Jay and Cole!! Tommy Andreasen, whooping: yeah torture Jay and Cole! Us: wait a minute

#ninjago #i love him so much hes so real #torture them yes #ninjago jay #ninjago thoughts #ninjago cole

[yournameloveskpop]

ShortCake

Paring: RiKi x Reader

Word count: 746

Style: fluff, innocent, slight Romance but mainly friendship

Warning: none

Y/N trudged down the high school hallway, her backpack weighing heavily on her shoulders. She sighed, her breath fogging up the glass of the display case she paused beside. A poster of the school’s basketball team, with Riki front and center, caught her eye. Riki, the boy who had been her friend since childhood but also her relentless teaser, especially about her height.

"Hey, shortcake!" a familiar voice called out. Y/N turned to see Riki striding towards her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Really, Riki? Shortcake?" Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile.

"What can I say? You're sweet and small, just like a shortcake," Riki chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

Y/N swatted his hand away, feigning annoyance. "You know, one day I might just surprise you and grow taller than you."

Riki laughed heartily. "I'd like to see that day, Y/N. But until then, I'm the tall one here."

Their banter was interrupted by the arrival of their friends - Jungwon, Sunghoon, Jake, Jay, Sunoo, Heeseung, and Soobin. Soobin, towering over the rest, smiled warmly at Y/N.

"Hey, Y/N. Don't listen to this giant. You're perfect the way you are," Soobin said, patting her head gently.

"Yeah, Y/N. Don't mind Riki. He's just jealous because you're smarter than him," Jay joined in, earning a playful shove from Riki.

The group laughed and chatted as they walked towards the library. Y/N's eyes lit up when she saw a book she had been wanting to read on a high shelf. Without a stool in sight, she began jumping up, trying to reach it.

Riki and the others watched, amusement clear in their eyes. Each jump was accompanied by a little huff from Y/N, her determination both adorable and heartwarming.

"Need some help there, Y/N?" Riki asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"No, I can do it myself!" Y/N exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with effort.

Finally, with a triumphant little 'oof,' she grasped the book, only to lose her balance and tumble backward, landing on her butt.

Riki was at her side in an instant. "Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked, concern replacing his earlier amusement.

Y/N nodded, accepting his outstretched hand to help her up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just my pride that's hurt."

Riki couldn't help but smile. "You're incredibly determined, you know that?"

Before Y/N could reply, a group of students gathered around them, their jeers about Y/N's height much less friendly than the banter she was used to with her friends.

Riki's expression darkened. "Hey, back off. She's not your punching bag," he said, his tone ice-cold.

The bullies, taken aback by Riki's sudden protectiveness, dispersed quickly. Riki turned to Y/N, his gaze softening. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Y/N nodded, touched by his concern. "Yeah, thanks, Riki. I didn't know you cared that much."

"I've always cared, Y/N," Riki said quietly. "I know I tease you, but I'd never let anyone hurt you."

Y/N smiled, feeling a warm glow in her chest. "I know, Riki. And I don't mind your teasing. It's just how we are."

As the days passed, Riki's teasing became less frequent and more gentle. He found himself watching over Y/N more, ensuring she was always safe and happy. The little jokes and playful jabs were still there, but there was an underlying tenderness that hadn't been there before.

Y/N noticed the change in Riki. "You're being unusually nice to me. What's up?" she asked one day as they walked home from school.

Riki shrugged, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I guess I realized that I don't need to tease you all the time to be close to you. I just want to make sure you're okay."

Y/N smiled, feeling a surge of affection for her tall, protective friend. "I appreciate that, Riki. And just so you know, I've always enjoyed our banter. It's what makes our friendship special."

Riki grinned, relieved. "Good to know, shortcake. But just for the record, I'm still going to call you that."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Riki."

As they continued their walk, the setting sun cast a warm glow over them. In that moment, Y/N realized how much their friendship had grown and deepened, blossoming into something more meaningful than just playful teasing.

#enhypen #enhypen x you #enha #enhypen fluff #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #enha x female reader #enha x y/n #enha x you #enha x reader #enha riki #enha niki #enhypen riki #enhypen niki #fanfic #fanfiction

[itsalwaysforyou]

the black sky and all those lights

a silly little something i wrote for jalentines!!

When Mal opens the dormitory door, Jay is standing in the hallway in his workout gear, hair tied up in a bun. He’s already grinning in that way he does when he wins a fight. Mal rolls her eyes at him. Grabbing her bag, she says bye to Evie, and joins Jay in the corridor. 

She scowls as they walk, her workout clothes tight on her skin. Jay had insisted they’d do things properly, and not in their usual leather. 

The hallways are decorated for Valentine’s Day, making Auradon Prep even more gaudy and colourful as usual. Pink and red hearts plastered across the walls, boasting the abundance of love here in Auradon. Jay’s had a thousand notes in his locker. Mal’s had none. Every morning, she watches Jay approach his locker like he would a target on the Isle. Weight forward, shoulders squared; ready to fight if needs be. And the paper falls to the floor like blood, only sickly pastel. Scrawled glittery gel pen. Words confessing passionate love, or asking him on dates, or doodles of hearts. Jay smiles the whole time. Greets and winks at girls. Scrunches those notes up in a fist. 

“Everywhere looks disgusting,” Mal says as they approach the sports hall. Heart-shaped bunting crests the doors.

Jay holds the door open for her. “It’s fun.”

“You would think that.”

The sports hall is mercifully free of décor. They drop their bags in the corner and begin to warm up, another stupid practice Jay insists on. His top rides up as he side-stretches. Isle rule: never show skin, especially to the enemy. Except, Jay loved to parade around in those stupid sleeveless vests. She’s yelled at him plenty of times about it—Are you insane? You’re a walking target. He would just grin and say, they’ll have to catch me first.

Jay laughs as he grabs the practice swords from their stands. “Here.” 

He throws it, and Mal catches. The weight in her hand is familiar. Already, her pulse is thrumming faster, and maybe if she closes her eyes she’ll be back on the docks, with the wind ripping at her hair, and the salt stinging her nose, and half a dozen of Uma’s crew jeering over the clanging of swords. 

Jay chucks her a mask too, before attaching one to his own face. The mesh turns her vision slightly hazy.

“Ready?” Jay asks.

Mal’s watched fencing practise a few times, mostly as an excuse not to do homework and instead watch her boys wipe the floor with all those prissy Auradon princes. Coach Jenkins appointed Jay captain of the team a few months ago, a role he takes more seriously than she’s ever seen him take anything. 

“Rassembler! Salute! Lower the point. Masks down. En guarde!”

Mal lunges first, which Jay clearly anticipates, parrying her blow. He circles. Strikes. Mal blocks it. He’s quick. Reflexes honed to a sword’s point; learned by practise and theory. Mal lashes out again, just catching his free arm before he jerks away. She grins underneath her mask. Her breath comes quicker. Jay’s blade arcs down, hitting her chest. Mal swats his blade away. She hears him laugh. She growls. Strike. Parry. Strike. Block. Strike. Jay lands another hit. Their shoes squeak against the linoleum floor. 

“Come on, Mal,” Jay teases. 

Mal lunges like a cat on its prey. Jay’s blade grates against hers like steel against flint. Jay may be quick but Mal’s smaller, and she weaves her way through Jay’s blade until they both have the sword’s point angled at each other’s chests. 

They’re both panting. Jay lowers his sword first. Takes off his mask. 

“You came in clutch at the end,” he says. 

Mal huffs, wiggling the mask off her face and wiping her forehead with a sleeve. “You actually get training.”

“And now I’m training you!” 

His hair has loosened during the sparring, spilling out at the seams. He unties the bun; flips his hair down and shakes it out. In this late-afternoon light, his hair could be made of gold. Hair longer than Mal’s ever had. 

He pulls his hair back into its bun, deft fingers making quick work. When he straightens back up again, his face is slightly flushed from the match. 

And Mal looks at this boy she’s known most of her life; this face and these hands; a boy that has held her at the end of the world and the start of a new one. And she snatches back down her mask. 

“Again,” she says, lifting up her sword. 

She’s swinging before Jay’s even had the chance to pull his own mask back down. Her blade slices against his chest, and she hears the breath escape from his lungs. 

“Fuck!’

Jay’s blocking her hits in no time. Mal grits her teeth. A boy who’s inhabited every place she’s ever been. The shadow along the street; a fixed point on the rooftops. Those long, quick fingers that know their way around bandage; around open flesh; around her own hands. Like a comet to Earth. Like an eclipse. Totally consuming. 

And here, where the sun shines brighter than they could have ever dreamed, she is left blistering. Those girls that fawn over Jay, professing their love with the same ease that Mal can hold a dagger to a throat. Jay’s clicking tongue, and that low fry to his voice when he’s chatting someone up. Everything is always so easy to him. He can wrap anyone around his finger with a wink. 

His blade slams into her stomach. Mal pants, the budding pain in her side clearing her head. Jay’s standing above her like some heavenly deity. 

“Best of four?” he offers.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“C’mon. Let’s take a break.”

Jay drops his sword and grabs his water bottle from his bag. Mal joins him, still gripping her sword, gulping down her water like a man in a desert. 

“We should do this again soon,” Jay says. 

“Tomorrow?”

“It’s the Valentine’s Ball tomorrow.”

Mal snorts. “Yeah, and?”

“I was gonna go.”

His words are coming too slow; too considered. Like when he used to talk about his dad, or a particularly bad Barge Day. Rehearsed. A guard dog who’s smelled danger, prowling at the sidelines. 

Mal presents her blade. “En guarde!” she shouts, and Jay ducks her swing before scrambling over to his own sword. 

“Really, Mal? Another sneak attack?”

“I’m keeping you on your toes.”

They waltz around the sports hall, the blades clashing and slicing and singing.

“We all agreed we weren’t going to go to the Ball,” Mal says, jabbing at Jay.

“We never agreed anything.”

Jay lands a blow. They are at the dockyard, with its rotting wooden pier and dead fish stench. The screeching of metal; the shouting; Mal’s heart hammering like the tide. Blood, and life. The roar in her ears. A dragon’s call. Body moving without a thought, as quick as a lightning strike. Not having to look behind her because she knows Jay is there.

“Exactly!” she says. “Why would we want to go to some stuffy Auradon ball?” Jay tries to say something but she ignores him. “Why would we care about Valentine’s Day? It’s corny, and over-commercialised, and a stupid excuse to make everything about love.”

Jay has her backed up against a wall. With no time to mount his mask, his lips are slightly parted, and his hair is escaping from his bun again. He looks just like he did on the Isle; none of his perfect prince act that fools Auradon. His sword hovers above her throat. 

“Do you yield?” His voice is low.

Mal stares at him. Those eyes that have seen every part of her. All the blood; every smile; her pale skin in the dark Isle nights. The boy that has beheld her every action; weighed it all against his own understanding of the world, and decided that they slot together as easily as a bullet in a pistol.

“Who are you going with to the Ball?” Mal asks. She’s still clutching her sword. She could claim the upper hand, if she really wanted.

A grin creeps across Jay’s face. All those notes and heart-shaped lollipops. The giggling girls at his locker. He could pick any one of them. All of them so beautiful, in their sunset-coloured dresses. He could have anything he wanted.

“Well,” Jay says. “I was going to ask you.”

The sword’s point makes sure they keep their distance. Never too close. All touches so light; so fleeting, as if you could’ve mistaken them for a dream. As if you could’ve imagined the whole thing. All those nights in the hideout where the barrier of the body seemed thin, and the world became so small: just two kids who wouldn’t even dare knock knees. 

So Mal shakes it all away with a laugh. “I’m not going to the Valentine’s Ball.”

Jay lowers his blade. Neither of them move. “Not even with me?” 

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other girls who actually want to go with you.”

“I want to go with you.”

His words echo through the empty hall. His word is as steadfast as ever, the only opinion Mal will ever trust. Compass, anchor: Jay does it all. 

Heralded here, Mal as real as the vast sky outside. Here, in his gaze, held aloft by trust where there shouldn’t be and compassion where there shouldn’t be and understanding where there shouldn’t be. A home for all her broken bones. 

Mal’s lips unfurl into a smile. This ache in her chest. In her throat. Jay always being able to disarm her. Jay in every place she’s ever been. Jay as her shadow; her skin; her second self. A reflection in the mirror. The line of separation is nonexistent. Like the sun, like the moon: one cannot exist without the other.

#did this turn out way longer than i anticipated? absolutely #but i had a lot of fun writing it :) ive had to write a lot of things that Matter recently so it was nice to just. not have to try so hard #anyway anyway I LOVE THEM #i just think. mal being soooo annoyed that jay gets to play the carefree flirt #all these people that dont know him being 'in love' with him meanwhile mal can barely come to terms with her own feelings for him #and she communicates that through violence :) #and jay. jayyyyy. doesnt really want anything to do with these notes. like sure he likes the attention but he doesnt KNOW any of these girl #and they dont know him. and no one could know him like mal does :) #i also purposefully left the ending ambiguous teehee :) so i guess we'll never know what happened thumbs up emoji #descendants #jal #jay son of jafar #mal bertha #my fic #also i am not a fencer so everything i know is from the jay/lonnie right in d2 and google 👍 sorry to any fencers out there 👍 #*fight

[beauceronn]

How likely is it to get a puppy at 4-12 months old instead of 2?

#:^/ #jay jeers

[stephantom]

#not a true bird nerd but I’m aspiring I’m learning #polls #birds #bird calls #backyard birds #birds of north america

[sadisthetic]

What’s this? It’s an ask bomb 💣, just for you! What’s one of your favorite show-don’t-tell moments in your writing?

this is a rather difficult question considering like. show dont tell is what i do for like most of my writing?? descriptions and action is my thing? hmmmm....... i guess i can pick out a few things from my fics

one line im fond of in ptw is "Jay’s lips quirk, but it's too miserable to be a smile." theres a lot of lines i think fucking slays in that fic but i think this one especially really nails the exact vibe im going for this whole fic

i decided to take out an entire slice of an excerpt from blabbermouth

Jay feels warm trails drip over his taped mouth, following the curve of his chin. His gi is definitely getting wet. He barely has the headspace to care about new stains though.  A punch to the stomach buckles him. Despite his wooziness—from the lack of air, from blood loss, or from being punch-drunk, whichever barely matters at this point—he miraculously stays on his feet. He stumbles but he doesn't fold like he wants to.  Because he has to... Jay sways. What does he have to do...?  He can’t think through the thick cotton of his aches.  Several rowdy jeers from all around pierce him through the fog. Jay blinks. Shakes his head. Collects his pieces. He takes in a wet, stifled, stuttered breath. He squares his shoulders the best he can.  He has to survive this.  He can't think straight enough to recall a real reason why.  He just simply does. He doesn't have many other options anyway.

its a bit long for an excerpt but i do think this whole part should be together. i think i captured jays headspace really well here. the disconnect, the congestion, the inability to focus. hes not all there, disoriented as hell. and yet hes still tethered to the present by his own body, the corporeal hell hes in right now and not much more beyond that.

and yet he stays standing despite the fact he can barely remember whats hes doing this for. this is a "show" of his resilience in skybound. because even while at his most pathetic, hes surviving.

mostly because he has to <3

#asks #anonymous #jem.txt

[jayhalsteadsimp2019]

The Truth Unfolds

Summary: Lyla learns that whatever happens in the dark, always comes to light.

TW: Angry Jay and Will, some cuss words but not many

Word Count: Around 2.6k

Note: Hi!! I know I haven’t posted in a bit but I didn’t really know what to post so yeahh.  This one was inspired by something that happened to my friend when we were in eighth grade but with a little bit of fiction to it.  

Also Derek Shepherd is kinda mentioned but he’s not actually in it so I wouldn’t count this as a Grey’s fic but yeah.

Also also no offence to Dhar Mann, you’ll understand once you read.

Also also also if you haven’t you can read “Well, This Is Awkward” for some context but you don’t have to (it’s on my masterlist if you do want to)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! (:

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     “You got Rameses’ work done right?”  Mia asked Lyla as they exited the gym after the bell had rung.

     “Yeah.  I don’t have any make-up work.  You?”

     “I have a social studies assignment.”  

     “You better get that done then because Ms. York doesn’t mess around.”

     “I know.  She’s scary as hell.”

     “Hey guys.”  Kameron greeted as they walked down the stairs, pushing between the two and walking in the middle, “Who’s scary as hell?”

     “Ms. York.  Mia has a social studies assignment that she hasn’t done yet.”

     “Dude, if you don’t finish that in Crenshaw’s class you’re screwed.”  Kameron warned just as Terrance caught up to them.

     “I can’t believe it’s already the end of the first quarter.”  Terrance commented as the four of them turned the corner.

     “Yeah, me neither.”  Lyla replied, “It went by pretty fast.”

     “I wonder what exploratory we’re gonna get next.”  Mia wondered, she and Lyla continuing to walk as Kameron and Terrance stopped at their lockers.

     “Same.  I kind of want art or life skills.” 

     “You’ll like art.  It was pretty fun.”  Mia informed, the two of them stopping at their lockers.

    “What did you guys do?”  Lyla inquired as she opened her locker and began grabbing what she needed for the next three classes.

     “We did a few things, but my favorite was probably when we drew a portrait from a reference picture.”

     “What did you draw?”

     Mia grinned, “Derek Shepherd.”

     Lyla rolled her eyes playfully as she closed her locker with her foot, “Of course you did.”

     "He's like, so hot."  Mia gushed, Lyla nodding her head in agreement.

     “Hey Terrance, what exploratory do you want next quarter?”  Lyla asked as Kameron and Terrance made their way over to the girls, their books for the next few hours in hand.

     “I kind of want cooking.”  Terrance replied, the four of them making their way to their homeroom class.

     “You’ll like it.”  Lyla stated, “I enjoyed it.”

     “Which one do you want?”  Terrance asked Kameron as they entered their first class of the day, which was writing with Mrs. Crenshaw.

     “I don’t know.”  Kameron started, then lowered his voice, “Not Crenshaw’s, that’s for sure.”

    “I don’t think anyone wants Crenshaws.”  Terrance whispered.  Mrs. Crenshaw was very strict and the majority of the students in their middle school despised her.

     “She’s actually not that bad.  I mean, once I started talking to her on a more personal level I actually began to like her.  She’s a really sweet lady.”

     “Lyla, that’s because you’re the teacher’s pet.”  Mia jeered, Kameron and Terrance laughing.

     “Hey!  I am not!”  

     “Mhm.”  They all sat down as the bell rang, knowing Mrs. Crenshaw would get onto them for not being seated.

     After a few moments, the principal’s voice came over the intercom, interrupting any conversation that had been going on.  

     Everyone stood up and recited the pledge of allegiance, sitting down and listening to the morning announcements once finished.

     Mrs. Crenshaw scanned the classroom after the announcements ended, looking to see if anyone was missing.

     “Good.  Everyone’s here.”  Mrs. Crenshaw said to herself, putting her findings in the computer.  She then looked up, “Who’s eating lunch?”

     Most everyone raised their hands, signifying that they were eating a school lunch.

     Mrs. Crenshaw quickly counted the hands, then proceeded to put that in the computer as well.

     Once finished, she closed her laptop as a student walked up to her desk, a slip of paper in hand.

     “Where do you want this?”  The student asked.

     “You can put it right here.”  Mrs. Crenshaw said, pointing to a spot on her desk.  Mrs. Crenshaw turned her attention to the rest of the class as the student did as was told and walked back to his seat, “I hope everyone brought back their A.R. test scores with a parent signature, otherwise none of you will be getting free time today.”

     A feeling of dread rushed over Lyla as other students walked up to Mrs. Crenshaw’s desk and put their slips in the pile, realizing she had forgotten all about it.

     “Lyla, where’s yours?”  Mrs. Crenshaw questioned, seeing as she was the only one who hadn’t moved.  

     Lyla tried her hardest to think of an answer, Crenshaw staring her down in a way that scared her.

     “I, uh, can I look in my locker?”  Lyla requested, hoping Mrs. Crenshaw wouldn’t give her a detention for ‘not being prepared’.

     Mrs. Crenshaw sighed, seemingly annoyed, “Yes, go.  But hurry.”

     Lyla nodded her head, getting out of her seat and exiting the classroom.

     She made her way to her locker, opening it and frantically digging through her backpack in hopes of finding the paper.

     She sighed a breath of relief once she found it, only to realize it wasn’t signed.

     How could she be so stupid and forget to have Jay, Will, or even Hailey sign it?  Mrs. Crenshaw reminded them for weeks that if everyone brought it back signed they would all get free time.

     Her mind began racing as she tried to come up with a solution, because there was no way in hell she’d be the one person to make everyone lose free time.

     She knew she couldn’t call one of her brothers to get it signed, because Crenshaw would find out, and she was sure she’d get in trouble.

     There had to be a way she could get Jay or Will’s signature on that paper without Jay or Will being there.

     That’s when a lightbulb went off in her head.

     She grabbed a sharpie from her pocket, made sure no one was looking, and wrote ‘Jay Halstead’ on the slip of paper.

     She locked her locker and put the sharpie back in her pocket, quickly making her way back to Crenshaw’s room.

     Lyla knew this could go one of two ways: Crenshaw would either realize Lyla had written Jay’s name herself, or she would fall for it.

     Crenshaw was a very smart woman, but she made her students write only in cursive, and Lyla signed the paper in print.  Plus, Jay hadn’t signed anything for Lyla this school year, and since it was Crenshaw’s first year at Lyla’s middle school, there was a small chance she had seen Jay’s signature.

     Lyla took a deep breath as she opened the door, the eyes of her peers falling on her as she entered.

     “I found it.”  Lyla declared, making her way over to her teacher’s desk.

     She handed the paper to Crenshaw, mentally crossing her fingers as she looked over the paper.

     She felt her heart beating out of her chest, because Crenshaw was not the type of teacher you’d want to mess with.

     She was almost as scary as Ms. York, which is saying something, because nobody dared to defy Ms. York.

     “Good.”  Mrs. Crenshaw chimed in satisfaction, setting the piece of paper to the side along with the others.

     Lyla turned on her heels, letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding as she made her way back to her desk, turning to face Mia, who was sitting on her right.

     “Did you write the name on there?”  Mia inquired quietly, a grin spreading across her face.

     Lyla smirked, “Yep.”

     “Dude!  I can’t believe you got away with that!”

     “Me neither.”

     “Okay, what movie are we watching?”  Mrs. Crenshaw wondered as a student made her way over to the computer, logging onto her Disney+.

     Lyla and Mia both got up, grabbing a beanbag from across the room, sitting down by Terrance and Kameron as the lights were turned off.

     “Hey Lyla,”  Terrance started, a playful look on his face signifying he knew what she had done, “Whatever happens in the dark always comes to light.”

     “Oh shut up, Dhar Mann.”  Lyla retorted, the four of them bursting into laughter.

     The movie played as their laughter died down, Lyla smiling pridefully to herself as she settled into it.

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*A few weeks later*

     “Ugh, Crenshaw’s narratives are so annoying.”  Mia complained, throwing herself down on Lyla’s bed.

     Lyla laughed at seeing how dramatic Mia was being, “You’re not done yet?  I finished last night.”

     Mia scoffed, “You really are a nerd, you know that?”

     “It’s better than being dumb.”

     “Hey!”

     Lyla put her hands up, “I wasn’t calling you dumb!  I was just saying!”

     “Good.  You’re not wrong, though.”

     Lyla put her hands down, taking a seat next to Mia, “What are you writing about?”

     Mia smirked, “About the time we turned Dante’s clothes pink.”

     Lyla laughed, “You know, that was the night I found out Jay and Hailey were together.”

     “Really?!”

     Lyla nodded her head, “Just know those images have yet to get out of my head and it’s been almost a year now.”

     Mia laughed, Lyla cringing at the memory.

     Lyla spoke up once Mia calmed down, “Speaking of Jay, I wonder when he’s going to be back from parent-teacher conferences.”

     “What time did he schedule?”  Mia inquired.

     “I’m not sure actually.  Will might’ve gone with him but knowing his schedule he probably got called into work.”

     “Dante went Tuesday.” 

     “Honestly I’m glad they do parent-teacher conferences on Tuesdays and Thursdays because then we get Friday off.”

     “What difference would it make if they did it on Wednesday?”

     “I don’t know, but what I do know is that they don’t do it on Wednesdays.”

     “True true.”

     Lyla looked at Mia’s bag, “Want me to help you with your narrative?”

     “It’s due Monday but sure.”  Mia accepted, getting up and grabbing her bag before sitting back down on Lyla’s bed.

     Mia opened her laptop, getting onto Google Docs and opening the paper.  

     She then gave her laptop to Lyla, the two of them looking over her paper together.

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     Mia put her laptop back in her bag, she and Lyla having finished looking over the paper, Lyla trying to breathe as she was deep in a giggling fit.

     “What is so funny?”  Mia inquired, because Lyla had been laughing for three straight minutes now.

     Lyla held her stomach, “I-I don’t know!”

     Mia giggled in amusement, which made Lyla laugh even harder.

     After another two minutes, Lyla finally stopped laughing, trying her hardest to catch her breath.

     “Are you good now?”  Mia asked.

     “Yeah, I think so.”  Lyla stated, grabbing her water bottle off of her nightstand and taking a few large sips.

     Mia sat down next to Lyla as she put her water bottle back on her nightstand, “You think Crenshaw will approve?”

     “I think so, but knowing Crenshaw probably not.”  Lyla answered honestly, “I thought it was really good though.”

     “Thanks.”  Mia paused for a moment before speaking up, “What did you write yours about?”

     Lyla smirked, “I wrote about the time I crashed my bike into Jay’s truck when I was eight.”  

     Mia’s eyes widened, “You never told me this!”

     “Okay so basically I was going a little fast and I tried to avoid the truck and failed.”  Lyla laughed,  “You wanna know the best part?  Jay was more worried about the damn truck then he was about me.”

     Mia burst out laughing, Lyla laughing as well despite trying her hardest not to.

     The girls jumped, their laughter coming to a halt as the door flew open, Jay standing in the doorway.

     And boy, he did not look happy.

     “Mia, time to go.”  Jay demanded, seemingly trying his hardest to keep his composure.

     Mia got up, grabbing her bag as Lyla gave Jay a look of confusion and a bit of anger.

     “Jay, what-”  Jay glared at Lyla angrily, Lyla stopping mid sentence.

     Jay moved out of Mia’s way as she rushed out of the room, Jay looking out of the room and watching as she made her way down the stairs.

     After a few moments, Lyla and Jay both heard the front door close, and Jay did not spare the lecture.

     “What the fuck Lyla?!”  

     “What-”

    “You forged my signature?!”

     Lyla’s eyes widened in realization, remembering the day in class that she had actually forgotten about.

     “I-”

     “Yeah, you do realize what you did is illegal right?”

     “What, no!”

    “If you did that on legal documents or something you could go to jail!  Jail, Lyla!”

     “I didn’t know!”

    Jay scoffed, “Of course you didn’t.  Just like you didn’t see my truck when you wrecked your bike into it.”

     “Wait, you heard me?”

     “Yeah.”  Jay chuckled, cracking a smile at the memory before going back to being angry, “But that’s not the point!  Why’d you forge my signature?”

     “Wait, Lyla did what now?”  Will inquired from the hallway, having overheard their conversation.

     Jay whipped his head around, “She forged my signature!”

    Will’s demeanor immediately changed to one of anger, “What the hell Lyla!  You could go to jail!”

     “I didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s chance of getting free time!  Plus it’s not like it was on a legal document anyway!”

     Will sighed, crossing his arms and turning to look at Jay, “What’s her punishment?”

     “Considering that she did something illegal and lied to her teacher in the process, I say she should be grounded for a month.”

     “A month!  That’s unfair!”  Lyla protested, because in her opinion a month was way too long.

     “Wanna make it two?”  Jay questioned, and that made Lyla shut up real quick.

     “Exactly.”  He turned back to Will, “And she only gets her phone when walking to and from school, but that’s if we’re not driving her.”

     “Yeah.”  Will agreed, “Also we should take away friends and she should go to either the district or Med after school.”

     “I like that.  And she can do extra chores including the toilet downstairs.”

     Lyla put her head in her hands, regretting her decision more than she had when Jay first mentioned it, because she hated cleaning toilets with a passion.

     “And all of our cars.”

     “That’s a good one.  And every time she gives us a problem we can add an extra day.”

     “Okay.  I think that’s good enough.”  Will turned his attention to Lyla, “Anything you want to add?”

     Lyla lifted her head up, “Nope.”     

     “Good.  I didn’t think so.”

    Jay held his hand out, “Phone.”

     Lyla got up, grabbing her phone and making her way over Jay.

     She handed him her phone, which he turned off and put in his pocket.

     “Thank you.  You know we’re doing this because we care about you, right?”

     “Sure.”  Lyla muttered sarcastically.

     “I’m serious.  Trust me, I care about you more than I do my truck.”

     Lyla and Jay cracked a smile, Will looking between the two of them in confusion but not saying anything.

     “Do you have any homework?”  Jay asked after a moment, becoming serious again.

     Lyla sighed, “Just math.”

     “Okay, then get to it.  Dinner will be done in an hour.”

     Jay turned around and left the room, Will still standing in the doorway.

     “What class did you do this in?”

     Lyla sighed, “Mrs. Crenshaw’s.”

     “Okay.  Then you’re apologizing to her tomorrow.  Got it?”

     “Got it.”

     Lyla began to make her way back to her desk as Will spoke up.

     “Also, what did Jay’s truck have to do with anything?”

     Lyla smirked, turning around to face her older brother, “He overheard Mia and I talking about the time I wrecked my bike into Jay’s GMC.”

     Will chuckled, “That was pretty funny.  If you need any help with your math let me know.”

     Lyla nodded her head, turning around and going to her desk as Will exited the room, softly shutting her door behind him.

     “Dhar Mann was right.”  Lyla muttered to herself as she sat down, knowing that there was no way in hell she’d be forging a signature again.

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I hope you enjoyed!  If you have any questions or anything feel free to let me know! (:

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[dionysia-ta-astika]

Hermes and the Jay by J. Johanan

One day Hermes was visiting the eastern North American woodlands having traveled there out of boredom and in search of new adventures. He was a busy god, always working and answering the call of duty for his many domains. But he had grown bored of running here and there doing the same things and was looking for not rest, no, for he knew not the word. He was searching for new experiences and new companions to delight and entertain him.

In the dappled woods and liminal spaces between field and forest, he met many interesting creatures and was especially delighted by the feathered birds of these places. Them, hearing that he was a god who would often grant boons, were eager to gain the favor of this curly-haired newcomer. So, they eagerly flocked to him, each wanting to impress him with their songs.

Hermes sat on a particularly fine moss-covered stump at the edge of an oak tree clearing, snacked on bramble berries, and listened to each song carefully. And although they sang each of their songs beautifully when he asked them about their daily adventures their lives sounded, well, very routine and quite boring. Cardinal was striking in his bright red coat but his pretty songs grew monotonous. Wren’s trilling tune was delightful but she only cared for finding bugs to eat. Woodpecker had no song at all but Hermes found the rhythms he knocked upon trees very intriguing. He thought his younger brother Dionysus would especially like his talent for drumming.

He sighed, stretched, and after granting each one a boon for health and abundance that season, he sent them all on their way. After all, he was a kind god and always rewarded those who sincerely sought his favor.

Yet the lord of adventure and mischief was dissatisfied for he had found no one that inspired him or that wanted to leave their cozy nests and hatchling rearing to seek adventure with him. Musing to himself aloud he said, “These birds are quite disciplined and quite boring. I suppose that is the right way to be if you’re a bird. But who will inspire me? Who will adventure with me?”

Hermes, the busy one, searched high and low and even asked a few mammals if they would go on adventures with him but they all scampered off only concerned with the business of survival. He put his hands on his hips and said, “For sure Fox will stop and play with me.” But Fox ran by stammering apologies and complaining about Man with bow and arrow trying to hunt him down.

Hermes, tired of being bored, sat again on the mossy stump at the edge of the oak tree clearing. “How sad that a god cannot find a proper playmate!” He sighed in frustration and took up another handful of bramble berries for this golden-haired son of Maia was always hungry and he had worked up an appetite while searching.

Suddenly, a strange symphony of clicking, whistling, trilling, jeering, and gurgling sounded from above his head. Hermes, his appetite barely satiated, looked up just in time to have an acorn hit him in the forehead.

At first, he was shocked. Who would dare hit him, a god, in the face? A gurgling laugh came from above him and before he could stop himself he looked up again and a second acorn hit him in the cheek. Once again the gurgling laugh rang out and Hermes couldn’t help it, he laughed out loud. And once he started he could not stop.

He found it incredibly amusing that someone would be so bold as to drop not one but two acorns on his perfect face. As he wiped tears from his cheeks he heard the strange cacophony again and he called out, “Who is there? Who is so clever to make me, a god, laugh out loud? Show yourself little one and receive my boon!”

A medium-sized bird about the size of a small crow hopped down to sit on a low branch in front of him. She was a plain gray color but had a jaunty crest on her little head. She was brave and bold and this made him admire her already.

“Who are you little one?”, the god asked smiling brightly. He much appreciated boldness and bravery in a creature.

“I am Jay, Lord Hermes.” She answered in a grating voice and bobbed her head.

“Jay, huh? Why didn’t you come to see me earlier with the other birds of the forest?”

“My lord, my voice is not beautiful like Purple Finch nor bright and high like Cardinal nor happy like Robin’s. I thought not to bother you with my sounds.” The harsh sound of her voice belied her proud regality.

“Oh. Well, yes, I suppose that’s true. Your song is no song at all but a cacophony of sounds that sound like other things. How interesting!” Hermes was curious, his interest peaked by her uniqueness.

She bobbed her head, “Yes, my lord, you are right but I am bold, brave, clever, and my family supports me. Who needs a beautiful song when you have brains, family, and courage? My worth is not to be found in impressive singing but in clever living.”

Hermes laughed out loud, “Too true, dear one!” He grinned and held out his finger for her to sit upon. She flitted to his hand and he drew her close to his shining face.

“We each have our gifts, do we not Jay? You are cleverer than most for you know who you are and where your strengths lie.”

“And better yet, my lord, because I do not waste time in singing and trying to outshine my neighbor I have plenty of time for adventure and play.” She fluttered her feathers and let out an amusing whistle.

Hermes laughed again, quite delighted by his new friend. “Excellent! Then we shall go on adventures together! You lead and I will follow endeavoring to be the best Jay ever!”

With that, the shape-shifting god transformed into a Jay and together they had the best day the god had had in a very long time.

They got into all kinds of fun and mischief. She taught him how to imitate Red Shoulder Hawk to scare other birds away from the acorns, bramble berries, and bush berries.

She showed him how to steal food from other bird caches so they didn’t have to work so hard to find food. This made the god especially happy because even as a Jay he was hungry.

Together with her loud boisterous family, they protected their territory around the oak tree clearing by chasing away Red Tailed Hawk. That was great fun for a god who was never one to shrink from a fight. He also admired the way the Jays stuck together as a family and protected each other.

They followed Man through the woods and warned all the other creatures of the dangerous human with his bow and arrows. It was very satisfying to see this human leave the woods disgusted and empty-handed. Seeing this, Fox waved a ‘thank you’ to Hermes and his friend as they swooped past him.

In a fun game of hunt and find they searched out and destroyed all Cowbirds’ eggs that those tricky birds laid in the Jay family’s nests. They were too smart to be fooled by those imposters. You can’t trick a trickster after all!

The Jay family was constantly making a commotion in the forest for no good reason but because they could. Hermes had great fun joining them in making a general ruckus with his repertoire of odd Jay sounds. What a riot it was to scream and jeer and just let loose!

At the end of the day as the setting sun was igniting the western sky with pink and orange flames Hermes and his new best friend returned to the edge of the oak tree clearing. He morphed back into his human-like form and sat down upon the mossy stump one last time.

The little Jay flew to his finger once again. They had become fast friends and he loved her as his own. She had shown him many things that delighted him, impressed him, and most importantly, they’d had exciting mischievous adventures all day long.

“Thank you Jay for showing me your world and your ways. I had the most fun today and I’ll always remember you, your bravery, intelligence, and your love of fun and mischief.”

She whistled and fluffed her feathers. In her heart she wished he would stay forever in the forest with her. However, she knew he was a god and had to get back to his god life and his god duties.

Hermes brought her to his face and gently kissed her black beak. Then he spoke, “From now on you will be my bird, my minister of mischief here in these eastern North American woodlands and in the liminal spaces between field and forest. I will forever look after you and your entire family, blessing you with abundance and even greater intelligence so that you may flourish and find space for your family in this changing world. Others will not understand your clever mind and misjudge your boldness. But as I love you for it there will be others who will also love you because of that.”

He tenderly cupped her in his lovely hands and infused her with his love and grace. “I will give you another gift so that humans and others will admire you even if they don’t appreciate your courage.”

A royal blue light streamed from his palms. It washed over her turning most of her gray body into a gorgeous deep sky blue. The light continued flowing down her back creating bold black and white banding on her wing feathers and tail to reflect her personality that could be both light and dark. On her head, her jaunty crest was painted that same royal blue, a color the god loved dearly. He then lined her intelligent eyes with kohl so that they looked even brighter. Next, he drew those lines down both of her cheeks and gifted her with a royal necklace of black obsidian.

He held her out to admire his handiwork. “Yes, that will do. Very beautiful indeed!”

She fluffed her feathers again and let out a happy whistling tune. It still wasn’t beautiful but it was unique and completely hers.

“I name you Blue Jay from henceforth. Fly forth boldly my friend and live a long and happy life filled with courage, family, fun, and mischief!”

The Blue Jay flew off and from the oak trees at the edge of the clearing rose an incredible cacophony of clicking, whistling, trilling, jeering, and gurgling. Hermes smiled, pleased with his newest ambassador in the eastern woodlands of the continent known as North America.

Hermes got up from the mossy log and popped a few more bramble berries into his mouth for his trip back home. He then flew away from those dappled woodlands and liminal places between field and forest to return, refreshed, to his duties as a god of many things.

#original myths #submission #hermes #hermes greek #hermes greek god

[mark-of-chrysus]

With Danny being on loop for thousand of times already wouldn't he also have genderbend of him-self? I wonder what changes in everyone perspective. Especially gun since that guy is a pervert as Goo says.

Maybe she could make this work?

Being a woman was hard. Being an attractive woman was a nightmare, plain and simple. Simply put, being looped into a female body was a lesson in many things, including but not limited to patience, tolerance, humility, and the sheer ability to put up with so much bullshit on a daily basis that it made Danny want to pull her hair out of her skull strand by strand.

To begin with, everyone seemed to suddenly view him as an unowned object, ready for the taking. That was usually resolved with a couple broken bones and broken egos, though some people took more convincing to finally get the message.

Patience. Cross.

Then came the pain. And blood. Oh, god, so much blood! And the pain could be utterly unbearable, leaving him curled on the floor just prying for it to go away. He knew what periods were, of course, but no one had ever told him they could get this bad!

Tolerance. Cross.

Society as a whole apparently expected him to act as if she was less of everything they had applauded him for being. They saw her achievements as boasting or cheating, yet jeered whenever she would get lower than they expected. Nothing she did was ever good enough, but she wasn't allowed to do better. Danny was no stranger to the bigotry of men, but its hist had never resonated in him quite how they did then.

Humility. Cross.

When the assumptions and expectations came she just decided to call it quits. Fuck the world!

Ability to deal with bullshit on a daily basis. Cross.

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In an attempt to regain some semblance of control over her life, Danny decided to stock as closely as possible to the original timeline of events. It didn't work.

For one, Jay seemed to be actively avoiding her. She could understand that, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. At least he still remained friendly with her, if a bit shyer than before.

Zack was another problem. He had annoyed her enough to make her fight him during the second day, but the outcome had been much more different. The boxer was defeated by a girl in front of the whole school, wounding his pride, but since then he had taken to trying to embarrass her in a twisted attempt at payback. It wasn't pretty, but she knew that with enough time he would grow more mature, as he always did, and perhaps there would be hope for e reconciliation.

Similarly to her two classmates, many of her usual friends acted rather oddly in her presence or didn't interact with her at all. The exception to this was, surprisingly, the two troublemakers from the Vocal Department.

Danny had no idea how she did it, but she has somehow gotten adopted into their little clique and they stuck to her like glue ever since, even going as far as leaving Duke alone when she asked them. Their silly antics were a balm to the ache in her soul that had come with losing the chance to bond with the people that she held dear in the same way she always did. That wasn't a problem, the fighting prodigy told herself, she would just have to find new ways to bond with them. For now, she was content with the two friends she had, however odd their friendship might've been. She might be able to make this work.

"HUH? That's stupid!" Vin Jin said a bit louder than he had to, secretly trying to wake his black-haired friend from whatever trance she was in.

"You just can't figure out how great it is because you're a moron!" Mary retorted, gripping the girl's elbow. "Isn't that right Danny?"

That got her to snap out of her thoughts and look up at the bickering pair. She gave them a clueless smile and nod, unaware of them sighing in relief as she once again joined in on the conversation. She had the habit of getting lost in thought every once in a while and they worried about how vulnerable it left her. That's why they could never leave her side. Even now, they could feel the hungry gazes coming from all over the cafeteria, aimed at the beautiful transfer girl. She may be strong enough to fight them off, but that didn't stop those freaky perverts from thinking all sorts of creepy shit about her.

Mary and Vin held a silent conversation between them as the girl ate, cluelessly. These trance-like episodes had become more frequent in the past week and they needed to find a way to put a stop to them. The School Festival was coming up, which is when the two convened to put their plan into action.

When Zack was chosen for the Slave Auction Danny could only cringe and give him her best wishes. Usually, when he was chosen for the Auction in previous loops either he would have to spend a hellish date with Lala or Crystal would come save him, then give him the same speech about not judging people based on their looks. This usually ended in one of two ways, he would lose his temper and yell back, leading to Gun pummeling him into the floor, or he would take it quietly before informing Crystal that he couldn't go out with her because he didn't like her, and would, again, end up kissing the pavement, courtesy of her bodyguard overreacting and hitting him (what a shocker!).

The event went as expected, with Crystal buying the boxer and them leaving for the parking lot. Only, this time Danny followed behind them, as did her two best friends. They didn't even bother sneaking around, just followed closely behind, curious to see what would happen.

"Oh, so it's that way, huh" The black-haired beauty muttered under her breath, seeing Zack's expression grow stormier with each passing moment before he erupted into a screaming match with the Choi heiress.

"Who would've thought that cheeky bugger would still have it in him!" Vin mused out loud next to her, entertained.

Mary agreed, unbothered by the growing tension. Before any of them could blink Danny had bolted from her place, skidding to a halt right in front of the screaming boy. A few centimeters from her face she held Gun's ankle in a vise-like grip, her eyes narrowed sharp and unmoving from the bodyguard's face.

Zack stumbled back half a step, swallowing the knot in his throat. I didn't even see that coming, how did she get here so fast?! He recalled how she had easily sent him flying with just one punch. Back then he had dismissed it as a fluke, but what if...

Crystal stared at the pretty girl who had stopped Gun's Brazilian kick in silent horror and a trace of awe. She had noticed the three watching them, but hadn't thought anything of it. They looked like your typical high-school students, possibly even bullies. Now that she looked closer, however, there was a certain air of danger around each and every one of them, though most notably from the tall black-haired girl. A cold droplet of sweat slid down her cheek, she needed to stop this before it got out of hand!

One look at Gun's face told her that it was too late. He was smiling, no, grinning that abnormally large grin of his that only came when he saw someone as a challenge. His glasses had been discarded onto the ground, revealing the demonic-looking black eyes behind them. This wasn't a fight that could be prevented. Frantically, Crystal pulled out her phone and dialed her father, prying that the maniac wouldn't kill the girl until then.

"Yes, Crystal?" Charles' voice held a note of annoyance to it that, were she not panicking, she would've hesitated before.

"It's Gun" she relayed into the phone panicky "he's gotten into a fight with some girl! He's got that crazy grin of his and he's taken off his glasses-"

A loud thud sounded from behind her and she turned to look, expecting the worst. Crystal froze with her mouth wide open, blinking dumbly at the scene before her. It wasn't the bold girl's body laying bloody and motionless on the concrete. It was Gun's. His shirt was ripped and his hair a mess. His body was a mess of red and able and purple, though by the labored rising and falling of his chest he wasn't dead yet. One of his hands was twisted at an unnatural angle and the other looked very much broken, the bone visibly poking out beneath the skin, near his elbow.

Zack was looking on in a mix of horror and awe, frozen in place by the display of such skill and ruthlessness. She's fast...and deadly, he thought to himself, paling a bit. Meanwhile, Vin and Mary seemed unbothered by the sight and cheered their friend on, the latter holding a phone in her hand and probably filming the ordeal.

"Crystal! CRYSTAL!" Her father's voice snapped her out of it and she was once again able to speak.

"He's down. Out cold. Not dead though." She told him, unable to hide the tremor in her voice. "I didn't even have time to see-"

A shadow loomed over her trembling body and she slowly rose her head. The girl's gaze was detached and cold like she was staring down at a tiny mouse not worth her time. When she spoke her voice sounded like a mix between satisfied and indifferent.

"Take him back."

Crystal could only nod with her eyes tightly shut, feeling this predator's hot breath on her face. She scurried towards the fallen man and dragged him into the car before getting into the driver's seat and spreading out of the parking lot.

"Woohoo! Holy shit!" A pair of arms draped themselves over her shoulders and she found herself sandwiched between two warm bodies.

"That was fucking epic!" Vin praised the shorter girl, while his blonde friend nodded in agreement from the other side.

Danny allowed herself a small smile at the warm feeling that bloomed in her chest. The coldness in her body was washed away by laughter and other such explicit exclamations and praises. Yeah, she could make this work.

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