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pshcomforts · 1 month

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➳ love lee | psh.

idol!sunghoon x fem!reader

“so lovely day, so lovely”

synopsis: you and your idol boyfriend, sunghoon decide to do the tiktok dance challenge — ‘love lee’

warnings/content: written in third pov. cursing. not proofread. fluff! reader’s a little mean but sunghoon likes it (lol). hoon is down bad <3

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 1.1k

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current song playing: love lee by akmu

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0:47 ────|─────────────── -2:11

the day dawned on coming to high noon. y/n and sunghoon comfortably laid against each other while mindlessly on their phones.

“hey hoon?” she called to him.

“hm?”

“let’s do this dance,” she sheepishly said. the girl shoved her phone to his face with a shy grin.

“this dance?”

hoon moved the phone away with an eyebrow raise. “didnt sunoo do this dance?” he snorted.

y/n rolled her eyes with a soft smile forming afterward. “yes… but i want to see you do it too!”

“so you want me to do the dance, or you want to dance to it together?”

his lips curled into a sweet smile as he watched his girlfriend get flustered.

“either one…”

“let’s do the dance together, gorgeous.”

y/n snickered in laughs as a response while smacking the boy multiple times.

“whatever loser, let’s just learn it together.”

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minutes passed by within seconds and the furthest they have gotten were seven drafts saved.

“hoon, you’re doing that wrong!”

“no i’m not, you are!” he teased.

sunghoon’s loud laugh boomed throughout the apartment as he enjoyed watching her get slowly frustrated.

“park sunghoon! you always do good in your tiktoks, why aren’t you getting this?”

“clearly, you’ve never seen the behind the scenes of my tiktoks; and plus, are you really telling your idol boyfriend how to dance properly?”

he cracked a smile while watching her roll her eyes, half playfully and half out of irritation.

“you know, for someone who’s an idol, the way you still struggle on some parts is a bit disappointing.” y/n teased back with a sneer.

hoon huffed out a laugh while saying, “come on, don’t be like that, gorgeous.”

she couldn’t help but feel her lips automatically turning into a smile from the nickname. she sent a soft smack to his arm while telling him to just retry again.

and so they did.

but in all honesty, he was purposefully messing up just to be a teasing ass to his girlfriend. he enjoyed doing tiktok videos with her; watching her become serious over something so small was a euphoric feeling to his heart.

“hoon…,” she said in a threatening tone. her head slowly turned to the boy who was holding back a smile. “stop messing up!”

y/n sent a hand flying to his arm again, but he pushed it away. “hey, i’m just trying to give you video drafts so you can look back at them when you miss me!” he defended with a wide beam.

“you’re so annoying loser!” she screamed back in the same energy. her grin became just as wide as his as their giggles mixed together in the living room.

“okay, okay! one more y/n, i swear it’ll be good this time.”

the sound blasted through the room again after the last eight attempts. y/n and her smitten boy subtly admired each other through the phone camera as they danced together.

✩ ‘spell L-O-V-E-L-E-E’ ✩

within seconds before the video ended, the handsome boy quickly moved in to plant a kiss on his girlfriend’s cheeks. the recording came to a stop as soon as her face lit up in shock.

hoon licked his lips before huffing out howls of laughter. his eyes sewed shut while he grabbed his stomach to sustain the pain welling inside. “y..your reaction,” he wheezed out whilst giving a bright smile.

y/n stood there in shock for a second. it was just a kiss on the cheek but it was still very sudden.

“hoon!!” she yelled, groaning out slightly annoyed sighs. many smacks on the arms were sent to him as he just continued to laugh it out.

“okay! okay! i’m sorry!” he responded, trying to get her back in his arms.

she pushed the boy away — “nuh uh! that’s enough for today!”

he huffed out more laughter as his fangs went out on display. “let’s rewatch that,” he suggested with an eye smile.

“no!”

“oh come on!”

“hoon, i’m serious! why do you have to be like this..” y/n said, letting an annoyed expression show her tone.

“okay finee, i’m sorry” said the boy who was still giggling. his arms flailed around her body to engulf her into a hug. “i’m sorry, like actually.”

he sent pouty lips to his girlfriend, causing a grossed out groan to be heard from her. “how are you so cute and yet so ugly and annoying at the same time??”

sunghoon chuckled out his laughs before placing a kiss on her cheek. “maybe because i’m your boyfriend?”

“yeah that’s what you think.”

his head whipped to her — “am i not your boyfriend?”

“i don’t know hoon, are you??” she challenged, a mischievous grin forming on her face.

he quickly ruffled her hair before nodding with a slightly disgusted look. “fine fine, be petty like that. i know you’re my girlfriend anyway.”

“who said i was?”

the small teasings got to the male as his hands placed itself on y/n’s chin to grab her attention, and placing a peck on the lips. her eyes slightly widened.

“did you really just kiss me because of that?”

“yeah, want me to do it again?” he teased with a smile. his head swooped in to place a longer kiss on her lips, only for her to dodge the kiss with a head turn.

“Y/N!”

“NOPE!”

she ran to their shared bedroom, jumping onto the bed for sunghoon to jump on as well. his eyes lingered on hers as he gently smiled.

“you got nowhere to go now.” he broke out, eyebrows raising in satisfaction.

“you’re right..” y/n said in defeat.

her hands instantly went to his stomach, leaving tickling touches around his body as he squirmed around.

“AH!” he yelled, back now laying on the bed as he screeched out another cry for help — “Y/N!”

the girl laughed to herself in amusement, watching him fall apart with just tickles. “this is what you get for ruining my videos!” she grinned ear to ear as her hands still went around his body.

a few more minutes passed and they were still quietly giggling with each other. y/n stopped her tickles once she figured hoon received enough.

they were cuddled up in each other’s arms as his hands played around her nails, leaving nonexistent scratches as she was comfortably settled with him.

“wanna go make dinner?”

“in a bit, i’m comfortable.”

he chuckled at her response before pulling her in closer.

they stayed in the same position for a few minutes longer, ultimately deciding on going into the kitchen to finally make dinner.

the night ended with the two finishing dinner, and then in warm hugs on the couch for a late night movie — both falling asleep to the sound of the film playing before humming in contentment.

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puhpandas · 6 months

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Decennial

(2,396 words)

Evan and Gregory, now age twenty-two, celebrate the tenth anniversary of their meeting in the comfort of their shared apartment.

Its already the afternoon when Evan meets Gregory at the couch in their shared apartment, smartphone in hand. Gregory glances up from whatever he was watching on TV, quickly grabbing the remote to pause the channel.

He doesn't even have a chance to greet him before he notices Evan's face. Worry quickly creases his brows, and he moves to get off of the couch. "Evan? Hey, what's wron--"

Evan tries to convey that everything's fine with no words. Because it's true. He just can't muster any up right now. When Gregory seems to understand enough, that's when Evan thrusts his phone into Gregory's line of sight.

Gregory shifts on the couch, taking the phone and studying the screen to no avail. Hes pulled up the calendar on his phone, the date reading March 4th, 2045. Gregorys brows furrow, then, "Uh. I dont understand."

Evan would have rolled his eyes if he weren't so emotional right now. He scoffs, tapping the screen and mumbling "The date. Look at the date."

It only takes another moment for Gregory to understand. Evan can almost see the gears turning in his friends head in the moments before he gasps sharply. "Oh!"

Gregory doesn't look away immediately, just taking it in as if it surpises him. "Its ten years since we met today."

Evan nods at that. A small smile stretching on his face when Gregory finally turns to look at him.

But he should know by now -really, it's been ten years after all- that Gregory knows him. Probably better than Evan himself.

"What's with that look?" Gregory questions, seemingly noticing how Evans smile doesnt quite reach his eyes. "You look sad."

Evan shakes his head immediately. "No-- that's not it." He replies, feeling a bit more fit to speak. "Its just..."

"Ten years?" Gregory prompts, and Evan nods. Gregory seems to get it. He sighs a bit, and Evan can tell hes not alone in reminiscing. "Jeez. Thats..."

"...A long time ago." "A big number." They say at the same time.

Evan joins Gregory on the couch, taking his phone back. Ten years. Ten years since he met Gregory. Ten years since Evan had been that little ball of anxiety. Ten years since the best thing that ever happened to him.

Nine years since their first holidays together. Eight years since they started high school. Four since they graduated. Three since they started college.

One year since they got their first apartment together.

Evan chuckles all of the sudden, loud as a jet engine in the seemingly silent room. "Do you remember what we always wanted to do as kids?"

Gregory only has to think for a moment. "You mean what we made a reality?"

"Yeah." Evan replies. "We got that apartment. Not exactly the college dorm we imagined, though."

"Psh. Are you kidding? Our apartment is way better than any dorm we could have gotten." Gregory scoffs. "We would have like. One room to our name, and we would have to share."

Its Evan's turn to scoff, this time. He smiles, the memories coming back easily. "You're acting like we didnt basically share your room when we were thirteen."

"You were always there." Gregory agrees, but Evan knows by now that Gregory doesn't mean it in a bad way. Never. That's one of the things that have changed since they met. Evan doesnt assume the worst first, and ask questions later anymore. "You got that right."

"Thank god we had Vanessa to tell us what to do." Evan says. "We would be lost without her."

Gregory snorts, shuffling on the couch. Evan glances over, and strangely, being here, in this moment, even though its nothing differnet from what he and Gregory do every day, reminds him so much of when he and Gregory would just hang out together on his bed. Drawing, watching videos, talking and laughing... all of it.

"Its a good thing she told us to get an apartment while we still could." Gregory says. "We would have burned down the entire dorm."

Evan giggles at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time he and Gregory would make a mess in the kitchen. He still remembers how scared he was as a fourteen year old, when he had burned some of the food meant for Vanessa's 'Welcome Home' dinner Gregory insisted they make. The Fazbears house had stunk of char and smoke for days afterwards.

He was terrified at the time. If he had ever done anything like that at his old house...

He shakes that thought away. He does that often. Thinking back to his time alone with his father and brother. His biological ones. It's been a challenge, shutting down his brain when it tries to recall the memories.

Its another thing that's changed. As a kid, he knew nothing about helping himself and his anxiety. He didnt want to. He never saw himself as worthy of deserving relief, and it was so subconscious, little Evan never even realized it.

Now, it couldn't be more different. Hes never been healthier.

Who knew all it took was a best friend for life?

He looks over at Gregory. Who's still recounting some of their old childhood memories. Evan doesnt talk to Michael anymore. The damage he caused is too much to ignore. Evan... Evan doesnt want to see him anymore. Despite Michaels wake up call, it had been all too late. The damage had been done.

Michael missed his chance. Evan had decided that a long time ago. Maybe he should have had his change if heart earlier if he didnt want Evan to find the brother he always wanted in someone else.

Because that's what Gregory is. Its nothing new, they were having these revelations when they were only teenagers. Probably even earlier for Evan. But Evan never stops thinking about how much Gregory truly is his family.

That suprise and shock of the kindness hed received from Gregory from little Evan ten years ago is hard to shake when all hed been taught his whole life is how to hate himself. How he deserved to be treated badly, because if he hadn't been the way he was, he could have made himself worthy. A respectable man. Tough. An immovable rock. Real men dont show their emotions, or even experience them. Real men can defend themselves. Real men start to toughen up at the ripe age of twelve.

Evan is twenty two, now. So is Gregory. This life they'd built for themselves, with such a bright future... little Evan never would have even dreamed of. Little Evan had thought there was nothing there for him. Little Evan had thought there was no light at the end of the tunnel. That he had been doomed from the start. That his nature nipped his figure at the bud before it could begin.

This life theyve built for themselves. When Evan had ran to the Fazbears as soon as he'd turned eighteen with only a bag of clothes, a binder full of drawings, and yellow bear to his name. When he'd shared the room that felt like his own as well growing up with Gregory. When they'd spent those few months together until getting into the same college and choosing an apartment.

This life theyve built for themselves. That Evan would have only seen as a fantasy when he was eleven.

Theyve changed so much. It always shocks Evan every time he sees an old photo, or really remembers what it had been like pre-Gregory. Evan is growing out his hair, now. Before, all hed ever had was a months overgrown generic slickback. But he gets to choose now. Like how he paints his nails. Gregory has never really cared about his appearance, but he saw a photo of his Dad as a college student and immediately went to go replicate the blue streaks in his hair when it was time for himself to go off to college.

Evan almost laughs sometimes when he thinks about how much Gregory really is just an older version of who he was when he was twelve. He's different, like Evan is, but he's the same as well. A constant.

He knows hes the same, as well. Just with longer hair, bolder clothes, and the power of experimentation. Gregory has never been one to care much about his clothes, but to Evan, its everything. To be able to wear what he always wanted as a kid. To not be confined to whatever annual clothes his Father would buy him from the back to school section. Its freeing.

It's in that moment that he thinks back, really thinks back to his life pre-Gregory, and the contrast of the before and after.

It's all too much, in that moment. The memories and the sentiments and the nostalgia. In true Evan fashion, he cries about it.

Gregory has long since learned how to differentiate Evan's tears between his emotionality and a genuine issue. So when Evan begins wiping silent tears away, he just smiles one of those smiles he does, and pats him on the shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug.

Its digging a hole in Evan's chest, this feeling. It's not bad. But it's not exactly good either. It's some kind of a loss, but a hope as well. Remembering how much he loved back then. As much as he loves right now.

"I--" Evan stutters, sniffling. Gregory hands him one of the many boxes of tissues they always have on hand in their apartment. "It... It feels like we need to celebrate, somehow. I mean... ten years is big."

Evans mind floats to a cake. Or a two person party. Or a collaborated drawing. Evan's mind floats to many things. Many options. Ten years is big, right? Something that big needs a big party. Something big to commemorate it.

But Gregory just hums, and lays eyes on the thick shelf of DVDs they have tucked by the wall right by their TV. "How about a movie night?"

Evan's about to interrupt, say something about the milestone, but Gregory continues. "Do you remember all our favorites as a kid?"

Evan stops himself short, almost scoffing, because of couse he does. How could he not, when he and Gregory had stayed up so many times to watch them together, alongside stifled giggles and ice cream straight out of the carton? "Of course I do."

Gregory gets off the couch, crouching by the bookshelf and picking out a select few movies. Evan catches the titles on the packaging from all the way were hes sitting. Every single one of them is special to him.

Gregory deposits the movies on their coffee table, three DVDs spilling out onto the glass surface. "Then I can't think of a better way to spend the night."

Despite Evan's attempts, he cant either. Despite watching these movies almost regularly with Gregory even now, opening the casing feels different in this moment. It feels special. Evan feels like hes thirteen again.

Before starting their marathon, they make a huge bowl of popcorn, pouring caramel on it just how they liked it as kids. As they continue to now. Evan gets the carton of ice cream out of the fridge, handing Gregory his spoon and taking his own.

All they need is a throw blanket and they're ready. It's the exact setup they've done for years. Starting ten years ago today. This tradition has lasted this long, and it will outlive the milestone.

It feels so familiar, Evan cant stop thinking. His emotions are dialed up to eleven tonight. It only increases when the sky darkens outside their windows. He remembers coming home from school with Gregory and just. Immediately piling onto his bed with snacks and pillows and turning the lights off before they'd dive into another movie. Only going to bed when Freddy forced them to.

Because that's what it was. Thats what it still is. Home. All Evan feels right now is home.

They laugh at all the same parts. They cry as well. They cheer. They point out the same things. Nothing has changed.

Sure, ten years is big. But Evan can't think of a better way of spending the anniversary than continuing to do what hes loved to do with Gregory throughout the years. This doesnt mark the end of an era, or a big change. It marks how long hes had the gift of his brother. His family. His real family. The fifteenth mark will, as well. So will the twentieth.

All the tenth mark says is hes had ten years worth of joy and growth. and He'll continue to do just that.

After the third movie, Evan takes a quick look at his phone. The numbers 12:03 look back at him from his lockscreen, a picture of him and Gregory. The date has switched to the 5th.

"You're my brother." Evan says suddenly to Gregory at the beginning of the fourth movie. Gregory pauses in stuffing his face with popcorn to look over at Evan's earnest face. "You know that?"

Gregory chuckles wetly. It seems Evan isn't alone in the sentimentality tonight. "Only since we were preteens."

Gregory pulls him into that same side hug he always does. "You're my family." Gregory tells him sincerely. "You always will be, too. Hell would freeze over before our family would ever say you aren't one of theirs."

Evan chuckles, eyes misty, because he knows its true. He can imagine his family's reactions so vividly. "I know."

They only sink further into the hug after that, the movie continuing on. Theyve long since stopped with the thank yous. Not since they got it through Evan's thick skull that they arent doing him a favor. They just love him.

It's in that moment that Evan realizes that tomorrow is another day. And there are more after that and after that. Theres more milestones to reach, more years to spend with his brother and their family, and he cant wait to experience them.

But right now, he's content continuing a ten year long tradition as a mundane celebration for a non-mundane achievement.

It's not mundane to him at all, anyway. It means the world to him.

Besides, he can't imagine a world where his family doesn't throw a suprise party for him when he and Gregory visit them tomorrow.

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#after writing so much about how gregory affects evan in the present i wanted to do something different.#especially since this is the 10th work in the series!#so this fic takes place in the future. in my little universe gregory and evan continue to live together for a very very long time.#i imagine after so long of in their heads adopting evan #and also gregory and evans mutual feelings of being family and eachothers siblings they would just.#not beat around the bush any longer. i think everyone knew in their minds #but when evan hightailed it to the fazbears when he turned 18 they all actually sat down and were like #okay so we agree that evan is ours now.#anyway their lives continue to be good and they have eachother and experience life with one another.#they feel emotional in this fic over it being a decade since they met but there are no hard feelings over their current life.#just reminiscing over their childhoods :) especially since its so special to evan specifically as a turning point in his life #he feels more intensely over it #i wanted to write somethinf different with them and here we are #i make myself emotional over my own incredibly specific au #pandas writes #flashlight duo #flashlight duo modern au #flashlight duo oneshots #gregory and evan #this is classified as the future with them being kids as the present in the universe btw #oneshot #nostalgia #the fazbears #fnaf gregory #evan afton #au

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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request: "Woozi with a creative-type significant other? As a writer that dabbles in creative non-fiction and poetry, the things woozi creates in his music is just inspiring and makes me want to reach people just like he does through my works ^^ btw ur woozi stuff is so cute. Ur content is the things I want to dream about"

[6:03]

i feel like woozi would LOVE having a creative s/o!

so here are some scenarios for a creative-type reader x woozi 🫶

i think since woozi would love having your company, it wouldn't be uncommon for you two to be on a video call whenever he's doing work in his studio

you both would do your own things and not even bother talking with each other much

so imagine he's at his studio and you're at your house

on your screen is jihoon (who's practically completely out of the frame), but you can see the purple lights in the studio and the windows behind his desk

you're focusing on researching inspirations for a novel you're writing!

"oh wow! that's cool, i didn't think of it like that," you say to yourself as you research

"hm?" he hums, moving so his face is in in the frame of the call

he's def not looking at himself on call so he can make sure he looks good for you. psh.

"oh, you know that novel idea i had? i'm looking for more inspo for it"

"that's cool. what have you researched so far?"

"well, actually, i'm reading fan theories behind your song lyrics."

he gives you the most judgmental face istg "what?"

"like deeper meanings behind your music. it's really inspiring"

he chuckles and rests his cheek on his fist as he adores you in the camera

"tell me about it"

he pauses his work to carefully listen to all the hidden meanings fans theorized about for his music

sometimes, he finds himself surprised that fans interpret it so well

he loves listening to you ramble about things you find inspiring or interesting

he'll sit there and listen to you, all of his attention on you for that while

he can't help how his cheeks become rosy when you say his music inspires you

i mean, that's something he wishes his music did for people

and when he hears your positive feedback, it means so much more than the endless feedback he gets from fans and coworkers

he'd definitely make more songs that you tend to find inspiring for your creative works for future albums (aka putting even DEEPER meanings into his lyrics just so he can see how you interpret it yourself)

another scenario!

imagine you're both at your house

you're listening to seventeen's music in your earbuds and jotting down some poetry as you listen

this is another scenario where you're both kind of doing your own thing in each other's company

he's had a lot of time doing his own thing that he notices after awhile that you're actually there with him

and so he moves closer to you, sitting next to you (shoulder-to-shoulder)

he gently places a hand on your thigh and leans his head gently on your shoulder, trying not to disturb your train of thought

you immediately close your notebook and set it aside, making him slightly pout

"do you need something, ji?"

he shakes his head. "no, but what were you up to?"

"just writing some stuff"

he nods. even though he's so curious, he doesn't push it.

"what are you listening to?"

"this really cool group called seventeen"

he laughs, grabbing the earbud you're offering him and putting it in his ear

"you know, i have the guide for this song in my computer at the universe factory if you ever want to listen to it"

"that'd be great," you smile. "wanna know what i was writing about? this song inspired the poem."

he nods, leaning off of your shoulder to watch you open your notebook again

"it's embarrassing to read this, to be honest," you chuckle

"don't be embarrassed. don't worry so much, it's probably great."

and you read him the poem

and like

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MAN IS WHIPPED FOR YOU AND YOUR CREATIVITY

"this is so good, y/n/n, this is crazy."

he would love listening to you read. he loves listening to you talking (bonus points if you sing).

but when you read something you wrote yourself out to him

he feels this sense of pride

like "oh my god, i'm dating such a creative person... how did i get so lucky?"

when like? stfu why would he even think that when he is who he is 😭 but he def would think that

he'd def ask for your permission to use some of your poetry in his songs!

one last scenario for other creative-type readers! (since this post is kinda short)

if you dabble in visual arts, this is for you!

woozi is so- he's so pretty and cute and like- literally has me dying (i draw him realistically or doodle-like sometimes!)

and imagine you're at his studio and you're sitting on his couch, sketching him in some outfits or doodling him doing wooahae or other silly things

he's working on his music (SURPRISE!)

and you say "hey, jihoon, i'm gonna step out for a bit to use the bathroom, i'll be back"

and he nods and you disappear for a bit

he gets to a stopping point and stretches his arms, pushing his seat away from his desk

he turns to look at where you were sitting on the couch to remember "oh yeah, they needed to use the bathroom"

and he gets up and can't stop himself from looking at the open sketchbook on the couch

his ears get rosy when he sees drawings of himself, but his jaw def drops when he notices how talented you are

like? you might've mentioned you liked art but? what the hell, he had no idea you were this good?

he may or may not have taken a picture of the drawings lmao

he goes back to his work and pretends nothing ever happened

it's not until you're talking to him many weeks later about feeling down or disappointed in yourself that you find out he's seen your drawings

"yeah, i know i'm worrying too much, but i just feel really down about myself... i'm not anything special, to be fair."

he listens to you thoughtfully, but he hates listening to you talk down about yourself "you're very special, don't think that about yourself or say anything bad about yourself. you're worthy of great things. i mean, not everyone is as talented as you or sweet or thoughtfu-"

"talented?"

"um, yeah? have you seen your art?"

"you've seen my art?!?!?!"

he has to explain himself and reassure that seeing your art isn't anything for you to be embarrassed about and tells you that you're so so talented, and he loves how creative you are

so yeah 🙇‍♀️

anyway, thank you for the request and for your support! i hope you loved woozi x creative-type!reader 🫶

(p.s.: requests are now open!✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧)

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unchained-hound-dog · 2 years

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Jack Harlow request! The reader is his crush, maybe they work on a set together or something and another crew member flirts with her and he gets jealous.

Jack Harlow had produced a song that he felt deep in his bones would be a great hit amongst his fans, however he also felt it needed something extra, he'd sent it off to a few of his friends and a lot of them had suggested including a female artist on the song, something he'd almost never done. He'd played around with the idea for a while before his producer threw a name at him that took him by suprise. Jack had been a fan of yours for a while, always cranking the volume up when your songs came on the radio and ALWAYS double tapping your pics on instagram. His producer knew you well and offered to send the song off to you and see what you did with it. You loved the hit, adding a little something to it before sending it back and getting the approval from Jack.

Now here you were, on set for the music video to that song. You're part in it was hardly a minute long and so you'd been on set for most of the 3 days it took to film it. You'd gotten close to Jack, most of the scenes involved you both admiring or holding each other while the other sang.

The director had called for a lunch break and you were sat in the catering department talking with your friend Jarad. You'd known Jarad for years, he was a set designer and had helped out on a few of your own shoots before now.

Jack watched as you and Jarad spoke, you occasionally laughing at something he'd said and putting your hand on his arm, the both of you cracking up before going back to talking. Jack felt a weird feeling in his chest, like his heart was beating slightly faster and he could feel himself getting worked up, he pushed himself off the wall he was stood on when his make-up artist called him over to do some touch-ups before going back on camera.

You returned to the set, it was just yourself and Jack in the next scene and most of the crew were behind the camera setting up

'So, something going on with you and Jarad?' Jack broke the silence you'd been sitting in, him sitting on a box and you stood to the side straightening out the sleeves of your outfit.

'huh?' you looked at him and raised your brows

'You both just looked cosy earlier thats all' he tried to pass it off as a joke but you smirked

'Jealous are we Mr Harlow?' you teased, putting your hands on your hips

'Psh, no, just wondering' he straightened up his jacket and looked ahead at the camera.

'Jarad isn't that way inclined Jack' you kept your voice quiet as you sat behind him on the box

'Besides even if he wasn't, I've got my eye on someone else' you let your eyes trail down Jacks body as the director yelled action, the music blaring through the speakers as you both went back to doing what you'd come here to do.

#jack harlow imagine #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader

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p1nkfr1day · 1 year

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QQ Couples Quiz

Pairing: Rapper Aran Ojiro x Black Reader

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content, use of N word, fluff

A/N: it’s been so long and this been sitting in my drafts for about two years. I need it gone! This was inspired by Teyana Taylor & Iman Shrumpet’s video. This is also a short chapter from my story abt Rapper Aran and Black Reader. Enjoy lol.

“Hey GQ, it’s y/n here, with my favorite person everr.” You look to him so he can introduce himself. “Aran Ojiro, top tog” he threw gang signs up and you guys laughed together.

You guys are sitting in an illuminated room, with two spinning chairs and the GQ producers and crew members were all doing their role and laughing a little too.

“first question, besides you, who’s my celebrity crush.” you smirked.

“Brent Faiyez. Easy.” He said rolling his eyes. The women on the set all laughed cause they know Brent fine asf. He went on to tell a short story about how you fan girled when you met him.

“Oh you don’t know this one…” you read over the next question.

“man hit me.” he smacked his teeth.

“how many tattoos do I have?” you giggled, you could already tell he was bout to say some outta pocket shit.

“girl my mouth been on every part of yo body and you think I don’t know how many tattoos you have?” He looked confused.

You looked to the producers and asked if you could curse and they said yes, it’s fine.

“nigga stop stalling and answer the question.”

“the heart behind your ear, the butterflies on your rib cage, your birthday in Roman numerals on your shoulder, and our lil secret on your index finger.”

“show off. what’s my favorite color?”

“easyyy. pink”

“the first movie we watched together?”

“aw man. after the BET awards, you made me watch every marvel movie ever made. but we started from the beginning so iron man.”

“stop acting like you didn’t like it. What’s something on my bucket list?” you scooted your chair closer to him to look him in the eye. he pecked your lips sense you were so close.

you laughed and backed up. “To do a song with Nicki Minaj.”

“Yesss. If you know me, you know I’m a huge Nicki fan.” He looked into to camera and rolled his eyes.

“How you know when I’m mad at you?” You laughed. You never really got mad at him unless he ate your food.

“You blast breakup music in my house.” He mean mugged you.

“that is not true.” you made a buzzard noise.

“What color are my eyes?” You asked next.

“psh. That’s easy bro. Brown.” He responded.

“You right that was an easy question.. let me see.” You looked through the cards for a harder question to ask him.

“I know you.” He laughed taking a sip of the water while he waited.

“If I wasn’t a singer, what would I be?”

“Damn, an.. Athletic Trainer” he smiled knowing he got it right.

“Oh my god. If you know me, you know I got a full ride scholarship to Clark Atl for that. But I chose to pursue my music with the help of my daddy”

“Shout out to pops. The real og.” He winked.

“Boy my daddy don’t even like you.” You pushed.

“That’s cause he don’t know me! I bet he’ll like me more than he like you.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

“How much?” You asked before you shook his hand.

“$20”

“Boy I am not betting you $20. Get out my face.” You pushed his hand away and everyone laughed.

“Ok, last question. What is my favorite song by you?” You smiled while hiding your face with the cards.

“Released or Unreleased?” He asked knowing that you know all his songs.

“It don’t matter.”

“Prada U. Only because it’s about you though.”

“All your love songs better be about me.” You threatened. To which he threw his hands up and said they are.

“Aye, thank yall for watching our GQ Couples Quiz. It’s been fun.” He said laughing and looking at the camera.

#black reader #reader insert #haikyu x reader #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro #rapper aran ojiro x black reader #famous reader

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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Hi! Maybe you could do a fluffy ***PLATONIC***

X little brother reader? Like how they would interact and stuff? And maybe just general headcanons of them w/ a little brother. It can be either be 2012 or rise, I don't mind ^^

Take your time w/ this request ^^

Well I can certainly try my friend! Idk if u meant u wanted all four of the turtles but thats what I'm going with atm <3 apologies if they're a bit short, this is officially my first time writing for some of these guys <3

Rise Turtles with a little brother reader !

Little Bro

- Raph -

Oh get ready for Overbearing Mother Of The Year

Especially when you were really little, he needed to know where you were and what you were doing at all times

You, Leo, and Donnie had to beat the topic to death trying to convince Raph to even let you use the stove by yourself.

And Mikey ("You might burn yourself!!! You can't use the stove! Raph tell them they can't use the stove!") was not helping.

But when Raph isn't being the most helicopter mom you've ever had the misfortune of living with, he's really the best big brother you could ask for

Whenever you need advice or comfort or anything really, you always go to him

And even if he doesn't know what to do, he's good at giving you excuses that either make you laugh enough to keep your spirits up, or actually calm you down themselves.

He's really the best.

Now if only you could convince him to let you near the turtle tank.

- Leo -

Almost every second you're in sight he's showing off, like all the time

He really wants to be the Cool Older Brother to you and Mikey, and he's maybe trying a bit too hard

If you encourage him it will only escalate until he's doing dangerous stunts to impress you and get validation

And then Raph has to get involved and ruin his vibes :(

But if you tease him and (gently) make fun of him for showing off, he's gonna go "I dunno what youre talking about. Me?? Showing off??? Psh. No. I would never."

And then he'd sulk about it for an hour or two.

He just really wants you to think of him as your cool older brother who you can go to for cool advice.

- Donnie -

If you're up for it, and/or not too accident prone, you'll probably end up as his lab assistant.

Or at least he'll try to turn you into his lab assistant

And of course he pays you in brotherly affection. A pat on the head or a brief hug is your allowance for holding his things in place for him

And he also has a tendency to show you his inventions or gadgets first.

He'll finish something and turn to you with his mad scientist eyes and you have to hope and pray that his newest peice of tech doesn't involve something dangerous

He'd rather die than ever hurt you, but sometimes he just gets too excited to even realize he's waving around his dangerous weapons

Wear protective gear maybe.

- Mikey -

He's so excited to not be the baby of the family anymore you will not believe.

Though he has been 100% infected by the family bug, and is absolutely mother henning you almost as much as Raph.

You cook together really often, food is one of Mikey's love languages so cooking with him is one of your favorite activities

He lets you mix the ingredients and if you're baking he lets you lick the icing off the mixers

And he'll draw or play video games with you, literally indulge in almost any activity you want just to hang out with you

He'll absolutely crush you in almost every video game, and then proceed to beat you over and over under the pretense of "Oh its practice :)"

As much as it annoyed him when he was your age, he absolutely sides with Raph when he goes on his "You're too young!" Rants.

He's nodding along and occasionally adding in his own comments about how "you're just our baby brother you can't do that yet! You're too young! Too fragile!"

Also please dont think about all five of you sitting in a circle in front of Splinter's recliner, watching old Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim movies on repeat, just the five of you sitting in each other's company and relaxing for once. Yeah don't think about that.

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A New Era

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure), Bryce Lahela x F!OC (Natalie Michaels) Word Count: 1306 Rating: G Category: family Trope(s):

Summary: Gen and Natalie head to the ERA's tour, then make a startling discovery.

Warnings: pregnancy

A/N: For @choicesficwriterscreations You Go Girls event. A little sisterly moment for G and Nat.

May 20, 2023

They arrive at their seats in the stadium, closer to the stage than either sister could have ever dreamed of, after a quick food break after the opening acts. They weren’t floor seats, but they were guaranteed to have the best view of their favorite artist since the age of 14 – Taylor Swift.

Thanks to Ethan giving Gen his Capital One card, and Tobias letting her spend hours in the queue while going over patient files.

Both Genevieve and Natalie had gone all out for the concert. Dressing in outfits related to their favorite albums. Lover for Genevieve and Reputation for Natalie. One with a glitter heart around one eye and the other with a black glitter snake on her cheek.

“I’m gonna cry. I can feel it.” Gen gives a weepy smile, watching the countdown clock on the stage tick away.

“Honestly, me, too.” Natalie takes a sip of her water, holding back her own set of tears.

“We’re at the fucking Era’s Tour. We’re about to see Taylor Freakin Swift in person! For the first time!” Genevieve turns to her sister, “I told mom we’d record Marjorie for her, and Bejeweled.”

“Oh that’s right, that’s her new anthem.” Natalie laughs, then quickly sobers up.

She’d been feeling nauseous all week, and at first she thought it was simply the anticipation of the show, her new leadership position at the salon. But now…

“Are you okay?” Gen asks, concern on her face. “You’re drinking water and you never do that at something like this, and you’re weirdly emotional. Which is my thing.”

“Yeah. Just been off all week.”

Gen narrows her eyes, looking over her sister. “You’re pregnant.”

“What?! Psh, no. No way.”

“You are. Have you taken a test?”

After a beat, Natalie sinks back in her chair, setting her water down on the ground. “No. I’m scared. Bryce and I got married a month ago.”

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier!? We could have done it when we were getting ready?”

“I don’t know. I just wanted to focus on the concert and not think about more impending responsibilities.”

“Okay, that’s fair.” Gen smiles, resting a comforting hand on her sister’s arm. “How about on the way home, we stop and get a test and take it when we get back to your place? You’ll have an answer before bed and then you can talk to Bryce in the morning when I go home and he gets back from his shift.”

“Yeah, okay. That’s a good idea.” Natalie lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a little more at ease.

She kicks herself a little bit, for not talking to her sister about it earlier. Genevieve has always been her biggest support, since they met in their kindergarten class 25 years ago. Through every boyfriend they had, every obstacle and problem in their lives, college for Gen and cosmetology school for Natalie; they had been there for each other through it all.

They may not be sisters by blood, but they were sisters in their hearts.

“I’m gonna send Ethan a video of you crying as Taylor comes on stage.” Natalie snickers.

“If you think my husband doesn’t already know that I’m about to cry for 3 and a half hours, you’d be wrong. He knows what he got himself into.”

Suddenly, the lighting changes and the clock stops ticking. The opening notes ringing through the stadium, both women taking deep breaths and leaping from their seats.

“Oh my god.” Gen grabs Natalie’s arm, holding it tightly as the tears begin to form.

“I’m gonna have no voice tomorrow.”

It’s been a long time coming…

They stumbled into the Lahela apartment well past midnight, with tired feet, a bag full of concert merch and a smaller bag from the convenience store down the street. Both still on a high from the concert, and both eager to see if Natalie is pregnant.

“You know, if that comes back positive, my niece or nephew’s first concert was Taylor Swift. As a fetus.” Gen laughs as she sits down on the couch, taking off her shoes. Her makeup is no doubt smudged from the ridiculous amount of crying she’d done, and the pink glitter heart on her face now looked more like a glitter circle.

It was by far the best night of her life.

Aside from her wedding, of course.

Though, Gen was sure Ethan would understand if she placed tonight just slightly above their wedding.

“You are ridiculous.” Natalie laughs from the kitchen, grabbing them two bottles of water from the fridge then taking the pregnancy test out of the plastic bag. “So, I’m just chugging this bottle and then peeing on this stick?”

“Yes. That’s how it works.”

“Don’t be sassy, Mrs Ramsey.”

“It’s at the core of who I am, Mrs. Lahela.”

Natalie blushes, and smiles, walking over to meet her sister on the couch. “That still sounds wild to me. Like, I’m a wife.”

“Yeah, took me a bit, too.”

They sit in silence for a moment, both knowing Natalie is delaying the inevitable.

“Go.”

“Fine.” Natalie gets up, walking over the the en suite in her bedroom. There’s some rustling then her voice echoes from the other side of the closed door. “I think my anxiety just shot to the moon.”

“Yeah. It’s a lot.” Gen takes another sip from her water bottle, texting Ethan then looking through the hundreds of photos she took that night. She sends her husband a couple different ones, smiling when he responds with three hearts and an I miss you, my love. I’m glad you had a good time.

“Okay,” Natalie comes out of the bedroom, pregnancy test in hand. She drops it on the coffee table and plops down on the couch beside her sister. “Gonna be the longest two minutes of my life.”

“Yeah, when Ethan and I had that scare over the summer it was nerve racking.”

“How did,” Natalie pauses, searching for the right words. “How did you guys handle that? The possibility of being pregnant before you had planned. Bryce and I wanted to wait a little longer, but…”

Gen reaches for her sister's hand, squeezing it. “It was scary, especially because he was ready and I wasn’t. But we just had an honest conversation. I told him I was scared and he reminded me that no matter the outcome he supported my decision.”

“Would you have… you know?”

“No.” She shakes her head, a soft smile on her face. “If the test had come back positive instead of negative I would have kept it. Because at the end of the day, I want to have kids with him, and maybe that may not have been exactly when I wanted it but I knew that no matter what Ethan was by my side. We’re a team, like you and Bryce.”

“That’s true.”

“So, no matter what this test is about to say, I’m sure Bryce will be supportive.”

“He’s the best.” A dreamy look comes across Natalie’s face, the same look that she’s pointed out that Gen has had from time to time.

The face of someone thinking of their love and knowing it’s the greatest thing in the world.

The timer on Natalie’s phone goes off, and they both take a deep breath.

“Here we go.” Nat reaches for the test, and her eyes immediately become flooded with tears. “Oh my god,” her voice is no more than a whisper. Her hands shaking as she stares down at the piece of blue and white plastic.

“Let me see,” Gen takes the test from her sister’s hand, a soft giggle coming from her lips. “Sissy…”

“I hope fetus Lahela liked the concert.” She jokes through happy tears before both scream in excitement.

It was the beginning of a new era.

A/N: Kaili Marie Lahela is born January 2024 (I have the actual date somewhere but I'm too lazy to find it). And 8 months later, Lizzie Ramsey is born!

Thanks for reading friends.

(tagging separately)

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart fanfiction #bryce x oc #bryce x nat #ethan x gen #cfwc you go girls

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Mythical J. Sausage's take on Jimmy's Villain Arc

As all of us are or have been thinking about possible (or, maybe impossible) Jimmy's villain arc and the way it can go, I offer you to read (or watch, or listen, or do everything at once) Sausage's take on that subject.

I understand that, maybe, not everyone watched Sausage's stream - "Our First Live Stream From Empires SMP Season 2", so not everyone knows that he did an improve of fanfiction ("It's not canon, it's not confirmed lore." - he said.) and told us a story about Jimmy's Villain Arc.

Here it is without any breaks to change music (which are there in the video).

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We are ganna do a little “Jimmy is a toy” story and then I’ll through you in how he becomes a villain and what he’s gonna do in his villain arc. Here it comes.

See if we can improvise this.

Story time.

Ok. Here we go. Ready.

Jimmy’s villain arc. Chapter I by Mythical J. Sausage.

Jimmy is a toy! And everybody knows it, except for Jimmy. But one day, one dark, wet, moist day it was raining in Tumble Town, he had a realization: “Man! Why is my skin so hard? I don’t know. Oh, no! I’m made out of wood, is this not normal?” He opened his eyes and was like, “Oh, no! How did I just notice that I’m made out of wood and all my parts are hard?! Oh, no, how did that happen?” All over sudden he looks back.

Hwpsh. A shot gets shot through the window and breaks the glass.

Out comes this Demon. Was it Xornoth? No! Xornoth ‘ve been dead generations. That was Western soulless demon. He was dressed all in black.

Walks in the door an’ says: “I’ve cursed you, son and now you can see – You’re made out of wood. Open your eyes, everybody sees it. Yes, yes, yes. I did it. You are not gonna do nothing about it!”

And Jimmy was like: “No! They were right! I was blinded this whole time! Get out of here, Demon!”

The Demon then poofs away laughing in the background: “Ha, ha, ha, dummy!”

And then Jimmy’s like, “Man! People were right – I was a toy the whole time.”

And then psh, psh, psh, ps. Thunder. Lightning crashed and it hit Jimmy in the face. Jimmy starts melting, the wood starts burning.

The song is finished.

All over sudden Jimmy starts melting, the wood starts catching flames and he turns into ash – a big old pile of ash on the floor.

The Demon comes back – poof, sees the ashes on the ground. But guess what? The demon wasn’t done with Jimmy. Oh, no, no, no, no.

The demon wasn’t done.

He waved his hands in the air – the ash started to spew up into the sky. A little tornado in Tumble Town appeared and it was all Jimmy ashes. And it all makes sense now that ashes go down and it creates Jimmy from the ground up, but Jimmy is all now covered in mush nasty old ash.

His eyes light up and Jimmy’s eyes turn red.

Jimmy goes; “Yeehaw. Mother beep.” And then Jimmy starts cussing up a storm all down the street.

“Beep-Beep-Beep.” And goes like: “I’m gonna murder every single person I announce as corrupted.”

Jimmy now has the power of shooting himself in the air like a tornado, but it is all like an ashy tornado.

The Demon at the background laughing “Ha-ha-ha-ha. Go murder every single one of these Empires!”

“Mother beep,” Jimmy goes. “Yippie ki yay beep.”

You know, it’s like Jimmy’s cussing up all the way around the town and the Demon’s like: “Go forth and murder everything.”

The tornado starts picking over Jimmy. Evil Jimmy Villain Jimmy arc starts.

Going out the door, out of the saloon, Jimmy shoots a gun, shoots a gun because he has actually two six shooters now. Because Jimmy, Jimmy kills now.

He ends up going all the way to Stratos. His first victim – Joel Thunder Daddy…

Jimmy goes to Stratos, straight to the Heart of the Gods Realm to take out Joel for all the times he called him a toy.

He was right though, but he’s going straight to Stratos. He’s going in, passing the statue of Saint Pearl, passing Donkey Jeremy all the way down the line, cussing up a storm, saying “Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, holy beep”. Beep everywhere. Jimmy’s cussing.

He’s a rated R Jimmy, no longer PG.

All over sudden you hear a lightning bolt: “Bam!”

Joel’s clapping his cheeks – Bam! – clapping ‘em again – Bam! Bam! Bam!

Joel is having a cheek-clapping session – just practicing. Not for any particular reason.

I wasn’t around. I wasn’t. I was resting, sleeping under a tree in Sanctuary.

Jimmy comes down the road, Joel sees him and he’s like: “Oh, look it’s a stupid little toy!”

Jimmy’s like “Beep you! Stratos God, beep you!”

And then Joel’s like: “Ha, ha! You’r not PG no more.”

And then – Fwapa! – Jimmy shoots Joel in the face.

“Fwapa!” – Jimmy shoots Joel in the face again.

“Fwapa!” – shoots him again.

“Pa-pa-pa-pa.” – he has no bullets left in this gun.

Joel’s dead.

Jimmy just killed the God.

Yep. Because those bullets had…

Joel’s dead. Rest in peace, Joel.

Jimmy’s laughing – “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”. ‘t is evil, corrupt Jimmy arc. He’s laughing at the face of a dead God.

Those bullets were made with some kind of evil juice inside them. I don’t know what kind of juice it is. The Demon put it in there.

Joel’s dead. And all over sudden in the background… Hermes just shoots up into sky, looks down at the evil Jimmy.

Hermes is mad.

Hermes says: “You’ve killed my father… You’re gonna die now, little man.” Because Jimmy is still tiny at this point.

Jimmy looks up at Hermes flapping his little wings and his feet and he’s like: “I’m gonna take you out too. I’ve always wanted to, you stupid guy. Bam! Dead! Dead! Bam! Bam!”

Hermes didn’t let him finish. Hermes shoot a lightning bolt straight into Jimmy’s eye.

He burst into a powder all over the place.

The Demon comes behind and says – “You can’t do that!”

“Baba!” – Hermes kills the Demon too.

Hermes starts crying and says – “I had to do it.”

Hermes then goes down where Daddy Joel is, picks ‘im up and says: “Not today, Daddy.”

He touched him in the forehead and Joel comes back to life.

Joel’s like: “What’s just happened?”

Hermes’s like: “Oh. The toy is dead. You don’t need to worry about him no more.”

And Joel’s like: “Ah! Cool!”

And then – Pom, pom, pom – he starts clapping his cheeks in front of Joel, in front of Jimmy’s old rotten body on the floor that has just turned into ash again.

“Pam, pam, pam!” – cheeks clapping over there.

There you go – the end.

Fanfiction done today. Let’s go back to regular music.

And that is Story time with Sausage.

Hermes saved the day, Jimmy’s dead, but he had his villain arc. The Demon is gone too, the little Western Demon’s gone too.

Here you go – Story Time with sausage, a fanfiction of the day – the day, that Jimmy became a villain and Hermes, uh, destroyed him. You’re welcome.

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Timestamps: 41:49 - 54:08

P.S. The Stream was recorded on February 3rd 2023.

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I'm going to give you my own take on Jimmy’s Villain Arc one day (I need more time to write it down). My story is going to be different from Sausage's, this I can promise.

So you can wait for it and see for yourself.

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**TNP/PoT/OotS/AVoS/ spoilers**

This is how I imagine the warriors who were exiled to the Dark Forest arguing:

Tigerstar: Let me guess, you failed to become leader again, and court Squirrelflight again?

Ashfur: Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it.

Darkstripe: It was hilarious, you should’ve seen those Thunderclan mouse brains kicking his ass when they realized that he possessed Bramblesta-

Ashfur: DUDE!

Darkstripe: Oops

Tigerstar:

Tigerstar: You did what.

Ashfur: He’s joking! I-

Tigerstar: YOU POSSESSED MY SON!?

Ashfur: Um…

Tigerstar: Alright that’s it, I’ve had it with you. First you go all cuckoo when Firestar’s daughter rejects you, and that’s a fucking stupid reason to try to team up with us at all- then you get one of my sons killed because your plan to kill Firestar failed, and you get your stupid ass killed by his granddaughter after trying to kill her and her brothers,, and then you POSSESS my other son??

Brokentail: Psh, pathetic.

Ashfur: Well I-

Tigerstar: *unsheathes his claws*

Darkstripe: You better start running now dude

Ashfur: Fuck fuck fuck- I’m sorry!!

*Tigerstar and Ashfur fighting*

Mapleshade: *walks in drinking an iced black coffee* What the hell is going on here?

Darkstripe: Tigerstar found out that Ashfur possessed his kid

Mapleshade: I swear I can’t take a break for 5 fucking minutes without you insolent children trying to kill each other.

Brokentail: Whose idea was it to bring that dumbass here?

Darkstripe: Hawkfrost

Mapleshade: …And where is he now?

Darkstripe: Oh he’s over there, watching them fight

Hawkfrost: *hiding in a bush video taping the fight and laughing*

#yeah #this definitely happened #warriors #warrior cats #incorrect quotes #tigerstar #brambleclaw #bramblestar #ashfur #darkstripe #brokentail #mapleshade #hawkfrost #the new prophecy #power of three #omen of the stars #a vision of shadows

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It took a total of five minutes for Stan and King to arrive, the sound of mutual laughter somehow drowning out the sound of the golfcart’s engine. The old man seemed to have a talent for making the little demon laugh, who launched himself into Luz’s arms as soon as he saw her. She happily told him about the obstacle course and introduced him to Lake, who was happy to give him chin scratches. Seeing they were done with the course already, Stan offered to drive the group back up to the school, and the Boiling Isles trio were happy to take the offer. Steven, Tulip, Lake, and the boy who she never got the name of, wanted to stay behind, saying they’d either rather walk or they were waiting for someone. Luz felt a little bad leaving them behind, but her excitement over what an art class in this place might be like kept her from feeling that way for long! Her mind swam with the possibilities!

Once they reached the building, the Pines twin offered to guide them to their next class since they were new and they took him up on the offer. As they walked and talked, he told them about his own experience with art… It was counterfeiting. He made it sound like it was past tense but between that and his lecture on hotwiring cars, she was getting a very interesting picture of the man. Eda would have liked him. When they reached the art room, they were surprised to find Dr. Lake there, minus her white coat and working at an easel. Luz hadn’t taken her for the artistic type, but from the look of it, she had quite the imagination! The painting depicted a strange creature with green skin, horns and a flat nose. It was very thin and willowy, with large bat-like wings and seemed to be reading a book. She had no idea what it was supposed to be about but it was a fascinating piece of art! “Lookin’ good there Barb!” A younger woman was standing at her side, hands on her hips and a smear of bright green paint on her left cheek. She was Taiwanese and in her early twenties at the very most, with long black hair that reached past her shoulders that was decorated with a single green hair clip and at least three piercings in each ear. She was wearing a denim jacket over a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it she couldn’t recognize, dull green jeans, and faded orange sneakers. She placed her hand on Dr. Lake’s shoulder and with a smile said, “Your blending has gotten so much better! You should be proud of it!” “Heh, thank you.” “Ladies!” Stan interrupted, “Sorry to bother ya but I got a delivery here for Marcy!” “Oh, hello Stanley,” Dr. Lake said, noticing them standing there for the first time. “Heya Stan my man!” the other woman, presumably Marcy, declared with a friendly wave, “Oh, are those our new kids?” “Yup, this is them!” He gave them a shove against their backs, making them stumble a little as they entered the room. “Hey,” the teacher said, “I’m Marcy Wu, but just call me Marcy, please, I’m way too young to be called Miss anything yet, just feels weird.” She chuckled and looked the three of them up and down before pointing, “Now lemme guess… Luz, King and Hunter, right?” “Y-Yeah!” the girl squeaked, “I guess Dr. Lake told you about us.” “Psh, nah, not really, she just told me your names, who had what name was easy to guess,” she said with a laugh, “Anyway, you guys are early, class won’t be for a little while yet. Why don’t you get comfy? You can do whatever you want until then while I finish up with Barb here. Oh, but if you’re gonna listen to music or watch a video or whatever, please use headphones, earbuds or something like that, okay?” That surprised Luz, she hadn’t expected that she was going to be allowed to play on her phone. Gravesfield had been pretty strict about that and Hexside had so much to learn about and study, that she had much more interesting things to keep her occupied during her freetime. Being allowed to actively use her phone felt… weirdly respectful? It made her smile. She looked around the room, it was well lit, with a series of large tables and chairs around them. Against the fall wall was a series of bookshelves that were being used to store an impressive amount of art supplies, ranging from pencils and pens to pastels and paints. Paper taken from sketch pads of varying sizes were stored near the supplies they were best used for, Luz recognized them from the craft stores she would browse with her mom before she made her way to the Boiling Isles. Hunter approached the shelves and seemed to be analyzing the options available, he seemed less than impressed. To the right was a series of comfortable seats, a few loveseats, one large couch and plenty of bean bag chairs… and lying on the floor, looking like a little kid, was MK, with a small box of crayons nearby. He had a large stack of loose leaf papers in front of him, and several of them were scattered about, all with brightly colored drawings on them. He seemed perfectly content with his set up, and she watched as he finished with whatever drawing he had been currently working on, set it aside, grabbed a new piece of paper and got to work again. From this angle, she couldn’t really make out what all the drawings were about, but the most recent one had someone with caramel brown hair and seemed to be dressed in red and yellow. To the left, there was a smartboard, there was also a large desk with an impressive computer setup, with two monitors and… was that a Wacom Cintiqu? Her eyes got huge, she’d never seen one in real life before! She made a mental note to beg Marcy to let her get a closer look later. “Luz, Boiling Isles to Luz,” King squeaked, snapping her back to reality, “What are you staring at girl?” “Oh, uh, sorry buddy. I got lost in thought for a minute there.” “Clearly,” he gave her a flat look, “Can we go draw now?” “Sure thing,” she smiled. She collected a few supplies from the shelves, and was surprised to find most of them were professional grade, the only thing she didn’t see were Copic Markers. Choosing not to focus on that, she grabbed a few pieces of paper, some supplies and sat at one of the tables. The two spent the next several minutes, doodling and making small comments about the other’s work. After a while, they noticed Hunter had taken to sitting at the table farthest from the rest, and looking oddly uncomfortable. They didn’t have long to ruminate on it, as Marcy finished helping Dr. Lake with her painting, and as they cleaned up, a few of the other students finally arrived. The art teacher greeted them all brightly and laughed when a few pointed out the paint on her face. Luz spotted the boy from the obstacle course again, he was talking to the doctor but she couldn’t hear what it was about. If she had to guess, it probably had to do with Hunter getting hurt. The other students all sat down and chatted as they got comfortable, and she felt a spike of excitement as Jake, Danny and Randy sat at the same table as her and King. “Alright guys!” Marcy’s voice got everyone’s attention, “This week, we’re gonna be doing some more fun assignments! I want you all to make something that you have a positive association with in regards to your unique situation! Anything goes with this one, it can be places, people, specific moments, sentimental items, whatever you want them to be! And you can use whatever medium you want!” A few of the students muttered to each other, seeming to like the sound of it. “By Friday, I want you to write a paragraph about a few of the things you drew, to tell me a little bit about your subjects. You don’t need a whole lot, just enough to give us an idea about it. Remember, for assignments like this, there are no right or wrong answers, it’s all about gaining a better understanding of yourselves.” The others nodded and got up to get their supplies, while Luz stayed in her seat, she already had what she needed… just what to draw? She pulled out her phone and began to scroll through the pictures she had of the Boiling Isles, maybe she could draw her friends, or Eda, or… She paused when she saw a picture of the Owl House. She just stared and her eyes widened. Yeah… yeah that’ll do. She shuffled through the pencils, picked an H6, and began to sketch. At the secluded table, Hunter was staring blankly at the paper before him. He had grabbed the first one he could find, a large piece of black construction paper… and he had no idea what to do with it. He had never done an art project like this before, he’d done basic schematics and drawn out plans of attack but nothing like… this. He had no idea what to do and felt like he was in some sort of strange trap. “You okay there kiddo?”

He nearly jumped when the teacher approached him, a warm smile on her face.

“I uh… ahem, y-yes ma’am. I’m fine.”

“You sure, ‘cause you look like you’re bothered by something.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“...hey, if you’re stuck, I can help if you want,” she crouched beside him, resting her arms on the table, “Art ain’t the easiest thing in the world, especially if you’re exploring something as complicated as your own emotions and thoughts.”

“I don’t need help with something as mundane as… drawing.”

“Maybe not, but organizing your thoughts is pretty darn hard. Trust me, I speak from experience.”

“...it’s not that hard.”

“Mhm… tell ya what, how about you start by describing something you like to me!”

“Describe?”

“Yeah, paint me a word picture, it might help you figure out what you’d wanna draw. Like I said, there’s no wrong answers, it just has to be something positive.”

He looked down at the black paper.

“Well… there’s Emperor Belos.”

“Who’s that?”

“The emperor of the Boiling Isles… and its savior. He brought order to magic, and brought us all together under the will of the Titan.”

She stared… blinked… she seemed to be making some sort of connection in her mind.

“So… he’s a political leader and a major religious figure?” she asked.

“Yes, of course!”

“Hm… well, why don’t you try drawing him?”

Hunter paused. He blinked.

He felt so incredibly stupid for not thinking of that sooner.

He grabbed the colored pencils she had provided and began to rapidly scribble.

“Easy there trigger, remember, there’s no rush to this,” Marcy said with a chuckle but he didn’t answer. He planned to get through this assignment as quickly as possible and then go over the materials Douxie had given him and the human earlier. Seeing he wasn’t going to respond to her, she left and went to help the other students.

Hunter worked on his drawing for about ten minutes, decided it was good enough, and then moved onto the next part of the assignment. He wrote a single, short paragraph, praising Emperor Belos and his glory. Once he finished, he started studying the reading material.

By the time class had ended, the trio had turned in a careful pencil sketch of the Owl House, a hastily done colored pencil drawing of Emperor Belos, and a child’s drawing of the Owl Lady and Hooty.

Their next class was Magical History, and Luz almost ran to the class in sheer excitement! Hunter, while more composed, did walk with a noticeably faster than normal pace.

Blinky taught the class in an almost dramatic fashion, if Strickler was a storyteller, the troll was a thespian entertaining a rapt audience. Granted, she would have been sucked in regardless, the human realm had a real, honest to Titan, history of magic, how could she not? She took as many detailed notes as she could, listening to the troll as he explained a major historical event.

“Now, the First Battle of Klilahead Bridge marked the end of the struggle between Gunmar’s army of Gumm-Gumms and the rest of trollkind, as well as some knights from the nearby human kingdom,” he explained, “For those of you who are not familiar with trolls, Gumm-Gumms were an incredibly dangerous and vicious group of warriors. At the time, most magical creatures had taken extensive steps to separate ourselves from humanity, and humans, in turn, did their part. Doing so would ensure peace and safety for both sides, humans would leave us alone, and we would stop eating them.”

…somehow she wasn’t surprised that that used to be a thing. She looked at the various pictures of the trolls in question that he had on the smartboard, making sure she matched the names to the faces.

“Gunmar and his followers however, did not like this arrangement, and attempted to overtake the surface world. Those who did not follow him were trapped in the middle, they were in danger from the humans and from the Gumm-Gumms alike. Like all major conflicts, some wanted to fight, others wanted to hide and not get involved, and I should know, I was there to witness it!”

There were a few mumbles at this, intrigue ignited.

“Now, as the situation was escalating, a wizard decided to do something about it. He created a magical amulet, one able to choose its own champion, the Amulet of Daylight.”

He gestured to a picture of an amulet, it had a metal base, with a light blue gem, two arms that made it very watch-like, as well as a series of metal rings that probably had some sort of purpose.

“This amulet granted its champion great power, magical armor, a sword made of daylight given physical form, as well as a sacred obligation. They became known as our Trollhunter, and the first was Deya the Deliverer, who did glorious battle against Gunmar and won, sealing him and his army away in the Darklands. The Killahead Bridge was then disassembled and the pieces hidden around the world!”

This felt more like a myth than actual history and she was loving it!

“...until his minions collected them and reassembled the bridge just last year.”

And there it was.

“Gunmar and his army would have taken over the surface world, if it were not for our current-”

Blinky’s lecture was cut off by a phone alarm going off, though the alarm was rather amusing. The recorded voice of Douxie repeated “Blinky, you need to stop, class is over. Send them to me,” over and over again.

Luz bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, a few others let their snickering loose…

King just broke down into cackling.

The troll harrumphed, turned off the alarm, quickly assigned their homework and dismissed the class. Before the Boiling Isles trio left, he handed Luz and Hunter some packets of paper that summarized major historical events that they absolutely needed to know. He was visibly delighted at how excited and in awe they respectively looked, especially when they tried to read as they left.

“Careful!”

They both nearly walked into the door while they were reading.

Luz had been grabbed on one shoulder by a very pretty latina, and the first thing she noticed was a large patch of her hair was pure white. It took up most of her bangs, while the rest was a very dark brown, almost black and was tied back into a small ponytail. She also had brown eyes, darker than her own but still very friendly and kind. She was wearing a pink shirt with a turtleneck, on it was a stylized skull with the word “Hamlet” under it, both in a darker shade of pink. She also had a classy purple jacket with sleeves that reached just past her elbows, a single indigo skirt, dark gray leggings and small black boots.

Hunter had been stopped by the boy from earlier, the one whose name they still hadn’t gotten. For some reason the witch seemed annoyed.

“Whoa, wow, uh, thanks for the save,” Luz stammered out, her brain taking a second to process what almost just happened.

“No problem,” the girl said, “I’m kind of surprised you guys started reading right away. Not everyone jumps right in after one of Blinky’s lectures.”

“How could I not?! I mean… there’s magic here! In the Human Realm! This is like some sort of weird dream come true!”

“I thought the Boiling Isles was your dream come true!” King piped up, “They better not be stealing you away from us!”

“Titan, please, let that happen,” Hunter prayed out loud.

Both of the newcomers visibly flinched at the word “Titan” and took a step back.

“...you guys okay?” Luz asked.

“...you… uh… when you say “titan” what do you mean exactly?” the boy asked, his stance noticeably tense. Behind him, she could see Blinky looked just as on guard as they did.

She was suddenly nervous, she could feel King hold onto her, and Hunter, noticing their change in demeanor, tensed up.

“Uh… I… I went to another world, th-the Demon Realm… and I ended up at a place called the Boiling Isles… which is a landmass… that’s the decaying carcass of a Titan…”

Their eyes noticeably widened, and their poses relaxed.

“...it’s… dead?” the boy asked.

“Mhm… has been for centuries…”

All three of them sighed in relief, the tension evaporating as they did.

“Do you guys… not like Titans?” she probed carefully.

“...we… had a bad experience with some last year.”

“YOU'VE SEEN LIVING TITANS?!”

Luz and King had both shouted something, but Hunter’s voice drowned them both out.

“...uh… yeah,” the boy said, clearly taken off guard by the yelling, “Three of them.”

“Do… do you… h-have pictures?” he managed to choke out, his eyes big and his whole body was shaking ever so slightly.

The two strangers look at each other before pulling out their phones and showing…

Uh…

“...you call those Titans in this realm?”

The trio was not impressed by the three elemental… golems was the most accurate word for them. A volcanic one, an ice one, and a plant/earth one, and while the sight of them did excite her, when compared to the sheer size of the Titan that made up her beloved island, they were nothing.

“They almost caused the end of the world,” the girl said, “They were summoned to reset Earth, wipe out all humanity and start again.”

“Ooooooo, diabolical!” King declared, tapping his claws together like a supervillain.

“Okay, they’re nothing like our Titan,” Luz said as she pulled out her phone to show them, “Our’s is a lot bigger….”

When she showed them the pictures she had taken, both teenagers went noticeably pale.

“Either way, I think we have very different kinds of Titans,” she smiled awkwardly, “Our’s is also worshiped as a god, so I think we’re kinda comparing apples to oranges here. Oh, by the way, I’m Luz Noceda, this is King and that’s Hunter, you can probably guess but they’re both from the Demon Realm.”

“I can introduce myself, human,” the blonde rumbled.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” the girl said, the awkwardness melting away, “I’m Claire Nunez.”

“And I’m Jim Lake Jr,” the boy smiled.

“Lake? Like Dr. Lake? Oh, are you her son? I saw your pictures when we were in her office yesterday!”

“Heh, yeah, I am… wait, why did you see my mom yesterday?”

“Goblin scratch,” she admitted as she lifted her leg to show her bandages, “One hell of a way to be introduced to this place.”

“Wait, that was you? Jake and the others told us about that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, they were texting us while they were helping us hunt them down.”

She did vaguely recall them mentioning how many goblins they had taken out compared to someone else.

“Oh, well, they kinda ran into us when Coraline was giving us the tour around here… and one thing led to another.”

“Well that shouldn’t happen again,” Claire said as she put her hands on her hips, “We’re hoping to find their nest soon.”

“Honestly, I faced a lot worse back on the Boiling Isles,” she admitted as she rubbed the back of her head, “But uh, ya know, if you need any help with them… I could… maybe… help? …oh Titan that came out so weird, I’m so sorry.”

“Eh, we’ve done worse,” Jim said with a shrug, “This one time, we ended up hunting down some goblins who stole a car. The police ended up finding us and thought we took it.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Yeah, the same thing happened when we went after some goblins hiding in the museum after hours. There was also the time I had to explain away why I was wearing armor and I ended up getting the role of Romeo in the school play.”

“Wait, you mean Romeo & Juliet?” Luz stepped forward excitedly, “I auditioned for that! Well as Juliet I mean, but still!”

“Really?” that got Claire’s attention, “I got that part.”

“You did? Lucky! I didn’t even get cast!”

“Well, that happens someti-”

“And I got sent to the principal’s office because I stuffed the costume with sausage links and set up my costume to tear for the “happy dagger” scene!”

That made the slender girl’s eyes get big.

“...you did that… just for the auditions?”

“...yes?”

Luz was suddenly scared she had said too much.

“That’s… pretty amazing dedication… and you didn’t get cast or anything?”

“No… everyone… kinda ran away screaming…”

“Granted, what you did was a bit extreme but at the same time, pretty impressive.”

“...you think so?”

“Yeah, plus it’s always nice to meet a fellow thespian.”

“Well I wouldn’t call myself that. It was my first and only audition.”

“You still went for it though, you should be proud of that.”

She felt a strange sort of… humbling pride was the best way she could put it. It made her happy though so it had to be good!

“Anyway, Douxie’s class is the last one of the day,” Jim informed as they left the room, “He probably won’t call on you guys too much since it’s your first day and all.”

“About that… what does his class actually go over?” Luz piped up, “While I was in the Demon Realm, I went to a school called Hexside and it had classes on all sorts of topics, and this place only having one class on magic… just what are we getting into?”

“Well, Douxie has experience with all sorts of magic from around the world, so he tries to cover as many subjects as he can. If someone has experience in a particular kind of magic, he’ll ask them to help in class that day.”

“They get extra credit for how helpful they are,” Claire said with a laugh, “He once asked Jake to help demonstrate basic dragon biology, it went well until he had to sneeze. Turns out dragons can sneeze fireballs, nearly burned Douxie’s hair off.”

Luz had to place a hand over her mouth to try not to giggle.

When they got to the classroom, the trio sat at the front, she looked very excited, Hunter looked curious and King curled up in the former’s lap for a nap. Class began when Douxie played a power chord on his guitar to get everyone’s attention before he floated some chalk up to the board. Noone knew why he used a traditional chalkboard and plain white chalk to teach but it certainly fit the vibe of the room better than a smartboard would have.

For the first lesson, he explained how to make a simple sleep potion, one to temporarily cure insomnia, and with a flick of his wrist, manifested what they needed on their desks. He demonstrated, step by step, what to do to make the potion perfect, then had them add a fistful of lavender at the end, to “make it palatable.” It gave the potion a warm, cozy smell that was incredibly relaxing and soothing.

While the potions simmered, Douxie drew a general map of the forest around the school and marked a number of locations on it. He went on to explain that they were the best locations to find certain ingredients, in what quantities and how hard they were to get.

“Because I know you kids are gonna go and make stuff without telling us teachers first, I can at least make sure you don’t get yourselves killed out there first.”

Luz did a brief glance around the room, and caught far too many indications of the others’ guilt. Flinching, averting eyes, nervously playing with their own hair, apparently doing things you weren’t supposed to was common around here.

The final lesson was about the local magical creatures and what they would be willing to trade in exchange for things you wouldn’t just be able to find in the wild. Fur trimmings, tears, claw and hoof clippings, and to be careful if you were looking for fairy dust, because it was illegal in Oregon. He ended the lesson by saying if you need anything from a unicorn, be sure to outnumber them because the easiest way to get what you needed from them was an actual fight.

By the time class ended, the potions had finished simmering and they all carefully poured them into small vials to take with them.

“You really think that thing’s gonna work?” King asked as he peered at the purple substance, “Eda never made a potion like this before.”

“Well the Boiling Isles probably had potions similar to it, but just made with different ingredients,” Luz mused, and wondered if the color had come from the lavender they added at the end, “Hunter, you’re smart, is there something like this back there?”

The witch had been staring at the potion as well, clearly deep in thought, and stole an annoyed glance at being interrupted.

“Yes. There are. Granted, I’ve never even heard of some of these ingredients but from what little I can make sense of from this and the reading material we were given earlier, it seems sound enough.”

She smiled at him as they stepped out into the hall, feeling vindicated.

“Thank you Hunter. So… you wanna go over the stuff we learned in class?!”

He paused, summoned Flapjack in staff form to his hand, stepped backwards towards a window and pushed it open.

“Imma say… no. Bye~!”

In a flash of golden magic, he disappeared out into the blue sky, and could be seen flying away, towards the forest. She sighed in acceptance, maybe next time, for now thought, she looked at the potion with renewed enthusiasm.

“This is the start of something great…”

#wayward strays #Wayward Strays AU #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #hunter toh #king clawthorne #grunkle stan #tales of arcadia #amphibia #marcy wu #douxie #crossover #Massive Crossover #fanfic

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letmesleepy · 2 years

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Are you done? May i speak? Ok then

First, right off the bat its obvious you dont even know the definition of the thing you are defending. Pro ship isnt "supports ppl enjoying ships" it means when you partake in ships of all kinds, regardless of age, consent, or even if theyre family. Yes you too. Saying "supports" doesnt suddenly mean you are exempt from it. You are not a bystander. There are no bystanders in this sort of behavior, there are only those who allow it, and those who dont. Its that simple. I have seen the community, i know what i am talking about. I have seen ppl recklessly stumble around the concept of horrible, most of the time abusive relationships, no self awareness as to why in real life they are bad, only thinking about "shipping", alongside ppl who will look the other way, while trying to remain "neutral".

It is not a "neutral stance" and if you truly believe that then i feel sorry for you, genuinely, because someone fooled you. Yes. Fiction and reality are different things. But that doesnt mean they dont interact. That doesnt mean they dont effect each other. If fiction didnt effect reality, we as humans wouldnt have been making fiction. Thats the entire point. We love creations that effect us. From the fucking beginning we have been telling stories that make us laugh and cry, because they effect us. Even some change us. Shape us. Lets take for example; childrens stories. Like say a kids show, thats main theme is how kindness is good. Why would that show exist? To shape. To effect reality. By changing the kid. Helping them realize they shouldnt be mean to their friends, because their favorite character is kind to their friends, and it makes them feel good to be kind.

Surely youve watched kid shows as a kid? Seeing characters eat a delicious cartoonish meal that made you wish you could eat it? Doesnt that count as fiction effecting reality? Or perhaps you would argue that they are impressionable kids. That it isnt the same w adults. Then lets use adult examples. Like trans adults. Did you ever notice when some trans ppl have names they got from fictional characters? Because the fiction effected them and made them deeply connect with that character to the point of absorbing them into their identity? Like myself? A name of mine that i got from a video game, where i was called this name by fictional characters who fictionally loved me, which effected me to the point i found deep comfort in that name?

But please, lets get back to you. You say there are studies that show fiction doesnt effect reality. Where are they? Do you have a dependable source? You didnt include it in the ask, and since you seem to believe you are trying to open my eyes, im going to guess it was am empty sentence. I am not a child, simply saying "there are studies" doesnt suddenly make me go "oh shit scientists are working on this!" No. It makes me think yer wasting my time.

And ofc. The age old sentence. "Seeing murder on tv doesnt make you wanna commit murder." Really creative. Real original. Its almost like we were never saying that. Almost like we were saying "hey if you act like this thing that harms ppl is normal, ppl vulnerable to grooming might see it and think that the horrible thing happening to them is ok." And you might think "psh no one would think that. No ones stupid enough to see my age gap fic and think its actually ok irl!" Well. Lets use me as an example again. Cuz yer trying to change the mind of the wrong person anon. Cuz its quite insulting, as someone who read fics where rape, and inappropriate age gaps, and other such things were ok as a kid. Which then, ya know, lead to me believing they were ok, which lead to the most horrible moments of my life. But, enough about me.

Lets discuss this demonizing over having moral purity you speak of. Demonizing is a strong word isnt it? It implies yer innocent, and we are guilty. As i have no way of knowing who you are, lets say for a second thats true. That yer innocent. Since you somehow found me i will assume we have similar media interests. Lets make up a scenario, hm? You are an innocent person, who ships Frunn and Frinn. Frunn and Frinn are brothers aboard a spaceship. They rarely get along, especially in such a limited space, most of the time the bonding is forced by Frunn manipulating his brother. He often takes control of Frinn, making him do things he doesnt wanna do. Yet you see it as romantic. Why? Wouldnt it make more sense to go "gee thats fucked up. Glad thats not actually happening" and move on? Why have you decided to instead imagine these two toiled brothers are romantic, even sexual with each other?

Are you not capable of media analysis? To dissect the ins and outs of their relationship, to understand the art of the eternal battle of family vs family? Or, instead of allowing yerself to process it, digest it, you moved towards the only way you can interact w media, via shipping. Maybe you say fiction doesnt effect reality, because you dont let yerself consume media, properly. You do not let it effect you, you do not wonder why this scene stuck w you, you do not want to have deep thoughts. When you say fiction doesnt effect reality, you are saying you do not see past the surface level of what you consume. You are telling everyone you are not capable of thought.

Yes, fiction is "make believe", but it also tells us things. For once in yer life listen to the story. It is real to us humans because we attach ourselves to stories. Teaching doesnt start and end with school match, it is in every single story. If fiction did not effect reality, representation would not matter. Kinning wouldnt exist. Fictive alters wouldnt exist. Hell for the love of god take cons for example. If fiction didnt effect reality we would not have cons. Period. Because ppl love to dress up as characters that have great meaning to them, or represented them. We would not have merch, of any kind. If fiction does not effect reality, why do we try so hard to make that fiction true? Why do we roleplay, and craft, and draw that which we love? Hell yer fuckin ships wouldnt exist either if it didnt. We wouldnt have art of any kind. We wouldnt create. Cuz we as humans, like i said, love things that effect us. Fiction, as an art, effects us. And acting like it doesnt is not only false, but sad. Cuz it shows you are trying to deny the human call to let things effect you. And yer denying the harm that it can cause if yer reckless. Yer denying the countless ppl who have consumed yer art, and let it effect them, either of its beauty, or of its contents showing something is normal, which truly it isnt.

"Antis" as a whole are not trying to wipe out all problematic content. I for one have a fondness for movies and books that explore the darker sides of things, dissecting and unraveling and revealing why it is bad, yet the offender sees it as good. Its just when you simply, utterly devote yerself to making this, in the fictional world, seem normal, it gives off the impression you want it to be normal in real life. The fiction has effected you. Figure out why and fix yerself.

#long post #ummmm super sorry to my followers for this. ik its super long but i dont want my point under a read more.#uuhhh #rape mention #pedophillia mention #incest mention #hope im doin this right #i dont talk about these topics on here so idk #but um. thats all im gonna say on this.#i hope i can get through to you anon. yer doing more harm than good #please. for the love of god. take a literature/english class. something to help you understand fiction #sorry again to my followers 💗 i try not to get nasty on here but this was my last straw.#also the ask is screenshotted cuz i plan to block anon. hopefully they see this before i do #anyway. ive been looking at this for too long im just gonna post it and if theres any typos or nonsense. whatever.

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Literally Park Seonghwa your Carat card is getting revoked idc you had to practice and had no time 😡 us trying to interfere with the universe so LSH and PSH end up in the same place at the same time

Yes kids get some education and stfu, Baek has 387484 fics to write she needs to focus! <3 no bestie, compared to the stage Taeyong, the one from my dream was a sweetheart, he told me to be careful after all skjdjshdjsnss. My dreams are weird??? Tell me about it 😅 But you didn't steal from the shop? Weak, me and TY are disappointed

FURRIES?!? 🤨🤨🤨🤨

The Supernatural commentary where he watches the 1st and last episodes of shows, the SPN one is not new though. Pretty sure After makers didn't care, cause they knew hardcore fans would eat this shit up 😭 at least fookin Trevaaaaahh was in it, though he apparently disappeared quickly

The way their lore references so many books and movies I like, me becoming an Atiny was a siiiiiign! They were so cute today, I'm still ??? why they got that speshal stageu performance like they were the only ones doing that with an old song that got viral kudiednhsiejebshs not complaining but helllooooo?

Meets and greets in the shower 💀 tbh can't blame him, showers are a process for me as well

The placement of the piercing? What's going on there lmaoooo

I mean HIY does have a story that's the thing, but it's connected to miss ma'am and sure we got some glimpses of his past, but it's not enough... like I'm trying not to dislike him and maybe under different circumstances I'd find it cute (I still do to a certain degree), but it's becoming very predictable. Not too spoil too much, but basically she doesn't always know how to take care of herself I get it, but he's like "I'll do this and that for you" at times he doesn't respect her boundaries and I'm like BOOOOOOY JUST LEAVE HER BE SHE'S AN ADULT. But then she seeks trouble/trouble finds her and she's calling him to save the day 🙄 and the 2nd love interest... I knew they'd go that way 🔫 she's definitely not into him, but he's annoying af

Lmaoooo that was quick, of course you're doing MR PARK 🤦🏼‍♀️ time to rebrand and call yourself miss seongs

I don't think I had a dream featuring mr Kim, maybe I don't remember I deffo remember the two nights in a row JK ones even though he wasn't the main character. But he won't leave me alone also the amount of times I saw videos of Taehyung being goooooone and pole dancing at that party 😆 man's doing too much, first smoking now this. Some fragile fans ARE NOT happy and it makes me laugh 😭😭😭😭

Anyways ANOTHER Seonghwa fic jdudgdnsjwgdjshaha that's insanity luvvvvv and I get it. I actually had a talk with one if my friends who got bias wrecked by Hwa in the concert, but is basically the only one among her friends who doesn't bias him, she's surrounded by Shitstars 😅 maybe it's time to give in... I really thought we got after the concert, but sadly not yet. It's the one who dreamt about Hwa with loooooooong hair though

BESTIE I'M YELLING ONE IF MY FRIENDS LOOKED UP MY GOVERNMENT ASSIGNED NAME AND THE RULING PLANET IS MARS 😬😬😬😬 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

EXACTLY HOW DARE U SKIP THE CONCERT 🔫 LMFAOOOO I IMAGINE US LIKE THIS

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 omg are ur birds okay today jfbwkdhek hope they get food somewhere so they got stuck eating it and u were left alone 🤚🏼✨ BESTIE I DIDNT STEAL IDK WHAT HAPPENED FBWNFB LMFAOO 😭😭😭 U AND TY WOULD DEF STEAL HUH 😭

FURRIES?!? 🤨🤨🤨🤨

OHHHHHH YEAHHH I RMR OKOK yeah no bc why did the production value just go whomp whomp 😭😭 + they’re releasing a new one now??? so can’t wait for him to react to it LMFAOOOO TREVAAHH BEST BOY BDDBBD

YEAH AND ITS SO COOL TO SEE IT ALL CONNECT?? whoever created this theory line their mind is absolutely bONKERS !!!! SPESHOL STAGIE HES SO CUTE 😭😭😭 no bc everything is aligning together and its so crazy ???? but so MF creepy too ayo big comeback is coming fbwnfb

Meets and greets in the shower 💀 tbh can't blame him, showers are a process for me as well

LMFAOOOO 😭😭 SHOWERS ARE A LONG PROCESS first u gotta wait for the water to be perfect, by that time ur hosting a show, then u start singing and then its fans meet and then its backstage greet until then its soap time and boom <3

The placement of the piercing? What's going on there lmaoooo

BFKWHD RIGHT 😭😭 edgy hwa era coming <3

i just saw a excerpt of the drama and i get where u said his characters kinda annoying 😭😭😭 WHEN HES AT HER HOME??? ON THE COUCH JUST PLOPPING LIKE THAT 😭😭 LMFAOOOO DONT DO THAT 2ND LEAD LIKE THAT 😭😭😭

Lmaoooo that was quick, of course you're doing MR PARK 🤦🏼‍♀️ time to rebrand and call yourself miss seongs

of course 😔😔 i got reminded who i very much belonged too anyway pls expect heavy angst in that fic <3 miss yn lives a sad life and seonghwa doesn’t do anything to make it better <3 but more question would u want that fic first or the villain🔫

FBWKHDWJ JK’S AFTER U ATP 😭😭😭 nO BC THAT MAN WAS WASTED AND LIVING HIS LIFEE BDANBDKS THE WAY THE FANS ARE SO VERY CONSERVATIVE WHEN THEY REALIZE THE GUYS ARE OLDER REACHING 30 BRO ???? 😭😭

YEAHHHHHH HERE WE GO AGAIN 😭😭 so much drama but it’ll hopefully be good 😭😭 FBWNDHEJ HOW IS SHE NOT BAISING HIM SHES THE ONE WHO RUINED US FROM THE LONG HAIR DREAM 🔫???🔫??? convert her bestie convert

BESTIE I'M YELLING ONE IF MY FRIENDS LOOKED UP MY GOVERNMENT ASSIGNED NAME AND THE RULING PLANET IS MARS 😬😬😬😬 - DV 💖

BFMWBDMWBDWK ITS NOT A COINCIDENCE NO MORE BESTIE DELULU ERA DBDB 📈📈

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Morning Dance

A/N: I deadass did this, this morning so I figured it would be cute to write a lil blurb about it💀

Music echoed through the bathroom while you brushed your teeth. Jack watched from the door as you danced without a care in the world. You were listening to “Love me back” by Trinidad Cardona.

“You say you love me then, you wanna be my friend.” You turned to Jack and pointed at him. “I give you all my loving girl, and then you run awayyyyyy.” He laughed and walked up behind you holding your waist while you danced with your toothbrush.

You decided to pull out your phone and take a video of the two of you dancing, posting it on your close friends. Soon after you bent down to finish brushing your teeth and felt Jack press down on your spine. You set the toothbrush down then turned to face your boyfriend.

“Morning baby.” You smiled and put your arms around his neck. “Morning, you should dance every morning. It’s a gorgeous sight.”

“Psh perv.”

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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HI, IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU!

Ok but hear me out -

I've been watching a lot of the period simulator on your boyfriend challenge on tiktok and it had me thinking.

Could the tough Toji Fushiguro(JJK) handle a level 5 period cramp? In fact why not crank it up to level 10 which is a labor pain. I low-key high-key need a whole drabble of this idea.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! DRINK PLENTY OF WATER AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP!

how tough are you? (period simulator challenge)

featuring: toji fushiguro

hi welcome! love this idea, those videos are so funny. happy belated father’s day to our favorite dilf. there’s some swearing and suggestive themes because, you know, toji. thank you and enjoy!

“what the hell is that?” you boyfriend questioned as you pulled out a peculiar-looking device with a bunch of wires from a box.

“remember those videos i showed you? where people have their boyfriends try to withstand the cramps from a period simulator?”

“not particularly.”

“well, you said you wanted to try it so here it is!” you exclaimed, looking forward to seeing how this would go.

“i didn’t think you were serious, babe,” he replied, frowning.

“oh, i was very serious. also, what man wouldn’t be curious about this? then you can find out first hand what people with periods go through every month. you know, it’s called empath--”

“okay. okay. i’ll do it if you stop talking,” he interrupted as he moved to stand beside you. he looked at the device curiously, picking up one of the wires.

“okay, so what do i do with this?”

“um,” you answered as you skimmed through the instructions and looking at the small machine. “i think i just put these on your stomach.”

you turn back to him to see that he’s already got his shirt pulled up, the six-pack out on full display. you remove the protective plastic off of the sticky pads before placing them on his lower stomach area.

“why’re you putting them so low?”

“that’s where your uterus is.”

“i don’t have one of those, sweetheart.”

“well, now you do. you ready?”

he smirks, placing his hands behind his head. “psh. you’re looking at this ripped body, right? this is going to be so easy. hit me, baby.”

“what do you want it on?”

“how high does it go?”

“10, which is equivalent to labor pains.”

“then 10.”

you cringed a smile at his over-ambitious attitude. “how about let’s start at a 5.”

“alright, but i’m just saying that-- oh, fUcK.”

you interrupted his sentence by turning the machine on and putting it up to five which made him sink down, almost doubled over in pain.

“that’s not fair,” he grumbled, holding a hand to his stomach. “i wasn’t ready.”

“i mean, neither am i every time it happens,” you replied, amused by the sight in front of you. “but i manage.”

“yeah. maybe but they’re not this bad right at the start-- holY sHIT,” he groaned.

“they can be. it depends from person to person,” you explain. “are you sure you still want to go to a 10?”

he leaned against the counter, struggling to stand up straight, contradicting his next words. “hell yeah.”

“okay,” you answered nonchalantly before turning the dial to 10.

“oh my fUCK,” he yelled. “it feels like-- ow, fuck-- someone is stabbing me in the wrong place.”

you have to laugh. you didn’t think he’d be all smiles and peaches but you didn’t expect him to be nearly on the ground in pain.

“okay-- OW. can you fucking turn it off now? jesus-- FUCK.”

you turn off the machine, still laughing hysterically. he breathes a sigh of relief but he’s not amused by your reaction.

“haha okay. you’ve had your fun,” he growls. “maybe you should try it then if you’re so tough.”

your laughing subsides enough for you to respond. “oh, sweetheart, i’m living it so i’m good.”

he removes the sticky pads from his skin, scowling. looks like you were not the only one surprised by his reaction.

“wasn’t that fun?” you ask facetiously.

“fuck ass no. don’t ever make me do that again,” he warns.

“but now you know what i go through every month. or at least, part of it. i also could’ve filmed your reaction like everyone else has been doing,” you remarked.

he thinks it through, realizing that it wasn’t so bad. his masculinity was still intact, he didn’t have a uterus, and he could only trust your word (and the wrath of that stupid machine).

he sighs, ready to admit defeat. “i guess you’re right, babe. no one is as tough as you.”

you grin at his response. “i don’t know about that.”

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he smirks, leaning down to ghost his lips over your neck. “well, i think you are. and i think tough, sexy people deserve rewards.”

“i’m on my period right now, toji,” you laughed at the ticklish feeling on your skin.

“that’s what the shower was created for, baby.”

you’re tempted but wince at the idea. “sorry, babe. you’ll have to wait a few more days.”

he places a few more kisses on your neck before sly blue eyes meet yours. “i’m holding you to it, baby. you’re still in a lot of trouble for making me do that.”

“i thought you said i should be rewarded.”

he smiled seductively. “you’re so cute. think of it as a reward and punishment. now kiss me.”

his lips were on yours a split second after, his tongue wasting no time to make its way into your mouth. you had to admit you were feeling a certain way and a few days couldn’t come sooner. at least you have the answer to your question if your boyfriend could handle period cramps. that’s a big no.

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you turn back to him to see that he’s already got his shirt pulled up, the six-pack out on full display. you remove the protective plastic off of the sticky pads and were about to put them in the correct spot until you noticed his nipples were out in the open too.

“what if i put them here instead,” you joked, pretending to place them over his large pecs.

he takes your wrists, lowering them back to his stomach area. “stop that. let’s just get this over with.”

“your breasts become tender too, you know,” you point out.

“yeah. just another annoying thing that gets in the way,” he mutters.

“but i can always do this,” you reply as you finish with the sticky pads and moving your hands back up to his chest, sneakily giving them a light squeeze.

“hey,” he smirks, grabbing your arms once again and pulling them up to wrap around his neck. your nose brushed against his as his hands traveled down to grope your ass, pressing your body into his.

“if this goes how i think it’s going to then maybe you can put them there later.” he takes the opportunity to capture your bottom lip between lip, teeth lightly tugging at it.

well, that didn’t age well.

love to see some wild card night. submit all your ideas here..

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro drabble #toji fushiguro fluff #request #requested #tommybaholland

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wing-ed-thing · 3 years

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Retail Therapy (Kakuzu x Reader)

Synopsis: Deidara has a new partner for a combined effort with the Zombie Combo. However, something about you has Kakuzu heated.

Word Count: 2,123

Tags/Warnings: Violence, Threat of Violence, Probably Language, Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: Kakuzu content is probably some of the best stuff I’ve ever written. Right now I’m watching a video on fried milk. Ever hear of such a thing? Fascinating.

Kakuzu didn’t like being paired up with Hidan, let alone joint missions where he’d have to deal with even more people. Not to say that Kakuzu hated people, because he did, but he never thought that he’d hate anyone more than he absolutely hated you. He hadn’t even met you yet, but he knew at his very core that you would quickly become the bane of his entire existence.

“Shopping?” Kakuzu asked slowly, the word forming on his lips as if he had an aversion to even speaking it. Deidara leaned back on the large bounder that he settled on and stretched his arms up above his head. The blond nodded with a short groan before his hands came to rest behind his head.

“Yep,” he answered, “And for hours too, so I’d get comfortable.” Hidan plopped down on a patch of dirt below, his back and scythe against the side of the rock. Kakuzu glared down at his partner causing Hidan to shrug. To Hidan, if Deidara thought that the three of them would be waiting a while, he would take his word and make himself comfortable. Kakuzu’s attention turned back to Deidara.

“Hours? What possibly could someone be purchasing that takes them hours?” Hidan gazed up from his spot, head tilted back against the surface behind him.

“And we only came like five minutes late too. Who takes off like that?” Kakuzu almost nodded in agreement, but knowing his partner, Hidan would take any excuse to complain. Deidara shrugged, basking in the warmth of the sun and stayed lounging even as a rustling came from the woods. Hidan’s hand immediately reached up to grip the handle of his weapon and Kakuzu took a defensive stance. Deidara’s eyes remained closed.

“Oh hello, boys! I didn’t know you were here!” You sauntered out of the trees, bags hanging from both arms. They were pushed tightly in a line, every other patch of your skin strained by the handles of a different shopping bag. Even in your altered Akatsuki cloak, Kakuzu took a look at you and immediately decided that you were decorated far too ornately and that he’d like to kill you when he had the chance. You were objectively beautiful, but if Kakuzu had his way, Deidara would have to be assigned another partner soon. “You haven’t been waiting for too long, have you?”

“You shouldn’t have left us waiting at all,” Kakuzu glowered, although not any more than usual. Either you didn’t hear him or you ignored him as you walked up to your partner. You plucked a package from one of your more reachable bags.

“I got you something, Dei-dei!” You threw it up to Deidara weakly but he managed to catch it. He opened the small, folded, paper bag. Deidara glanced down at you with a nod of his head and a fold of his lips. He took the neat band in his hand while you looked at him expectantly. “Aren’t they nice? Hair ties. Silk from a small village in the Land of Water.” Deidara held them up to the sun.

“That’s some great quality you found. Thanks.” Your partner glanced down at you again. “Must’ve been one hell of a fight assuming that you got a good price for it.” Kakuzu looked on at your exchange, increasingly beginning to lose his temper.

“Believe me, I did. And I found a ton of other great finds too. I gotta show you—”

“Enough,” Kakuzu growled and you finally turned your attention his way. Hidan had since passed out against the boulder that Deidara sat on. “You’re wasting all our time. The sooner we start, the sooner we can part ways.” You gave Kakuzu a once over with your nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Well someone’s grumpy,” you mused. You rolled your eyes and pointed your nose upward. Huffing, you threw your shopping bags into the air and as they fell, you swiftly unfurled a scroll. Your new items disappeared one by one. You rolled the paper back up, scowling as you slipped the scroll into one of many slots that you wore strapped to your clothing. The pockets ran down the small of you back and you latched the bundle of paper in place with a flip of your nimble fingers. Kakuzu frowned back, tentatively wondering if all the scrolls you carried contained the same amount of shopping bags. You approached him with crossed arms. “Okay then, tough guy. Let’s get started.”

You sat down and summoned a map of the next village. It laid out in front of you and placed your hands on your knees in challenge. Kakuzu sat down on the other side of the map, eyes boring into you. You didn’t budge. And as you began to speak, it was hard to focus, at least for Deidara. Though he supposed he’s seen you this fired up before.

“It would be easier if we lure the jinchūriki outside of the village,” you said, gesturing to the small, unnamed village on the map. It wasn’t large, but just big enough to serve as a maze for your prize. At least you knew the woods better and a jinchūriki was bound to stand out among the trees.

“I can get up some traps,” Deidara added and you nodded.

“Back them into a corner and cage them into a small space—” You nodded again— “We can use some explosives around the area… maybe here?” You pointed to a section of the map outside of the village. You looked up at Deidara. “You’d be our last line of defense when the jinchūriki tries to run.” Deidara smirked and puffed out his chest.

“Leave it to me!”

“We’ll need someone to drive the jinchūriki out of the village,” Kakuzu cut in, not particularly liking how you dominated the strategizing. “I’ll go with Hidan.” While Kakuzu thought that he would stop at nothing to get away from the Jashinist, this had to be a regrettable first. Hidan napped a few feet away.

You raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “You and Hidan? Psh… might as well have Deidara set off fireworks in the sky that spell out ‘single, hot jinchūriki in your a—”

“I can do that!” Deidara cut in before immediately backing down at Kakuzu’s pointed glare, not that he’d show it. You locked eyes with Kakuzu, taking his fiery stare off of your partner.

“I’ll go. You’re too conspicuous and, really, have you seen Hidan? You two would be spotted a mile away.” Kakuzu almost snarled.

“And you wouldn’t?” You let out a short, bitter laugh. Your left arm supported your weight as your knees touched together on the right side of your body. Kakuzu scowled at your blatant lounging. Everything about you challenged him and he hated you for it. Your lids narrowed in a smug smile.

“I’m not the one—” who’s fuckin’ jacked — “ with big-ass black stitches across my whole body.”

“And four faces on his back…” Hidan called out, still half asleep. You turned back to Kakuzu.

“And four faces on his back,” you repeated, much to Kakuzu’s vexation. The sass in your blinks was lost on the older shinobi. He stood, causing you to stand too. Deidara took a hint and retreated. Kakuzu crossed his arms over his chest and he planted his feet on the ground about the same width apart as his broad shoulders. He pointed two fingers at you harshly.

“And you’re—” Gorgeous. — “a brat. I should just kill you right here.” You stood your ground, daring to slap Kakuzu’s hand out of your face.

“As much as I’d like to see you try, tough guy, I’d actually like to do some quality work and get the hell away from you as quickly as I can.” Kakuzu huffed, gritting his teeth underneath his mask.

“Nice to hear that we’re on the same page.”

And with neither of your partners wanting to deal with either of you pissed off, you and Kakuzu were paired together.

***

Deciding that your cloaks were too noticeable, you sealed yours away. Kakuzu kept his draped across his arm, distrust of you evident. You walked down the road together under the late afternoon, waiting for nightfall. You hoped that striking at night would give you not only the surprise advantage, but also minimize the number of clueless civilians that would no doubt wander in your way. But as soon as your eyes fell onto the market, Kakuzu quickly began to wonder if his stubbornness landed him with an even larger headache. But his usual, standoffish demeanor remained the same. Kakuzu’s eyes drifted to their corners as he scowled down at you.

“No.” That was all he said, as if you would actually listen to him and not immediately march in the direction of the market. He reluctantly followed, every reach to hold you back by your robes falling just a bit short each time. By the time you were stopped, too many people surrounded the two of you for him to pull you away without drawing attention. Normally, attention from others wasn’t anything that Kakuzu would be concerned with, but your two teams had their orders and Kakuzu would be damned if he had to spend anymore time with you.

You stood in front of a booth with your hand on your chin. Kakuzu stood next to you, following your gaze to a simple, but sturdy-looking sword. You gingerly picked it up, carefully studying it’s craftsmanship. The man behind the booth leaned over his table, motioning to the piece of merchandise in your hands.

“Ah, you have a good eye, mercenary.” You glanced up at him.

“Land of Earth? Lots of excellent craftsmanship comes from there, I’m not surprised.” You ran your thumb across the dull of the blade. “Antique too, but still hardy.” The merchant nodded pointing to a few spots across the weapon.

“Could get you out of a bind too. Reliable smithing comes from Tsuchi no Kuni.” Kakuzu looked on at the show in front of him. In stark contrast to earlier, you seemed poised and he found you knowledgeable. You appeared calm and competent enough to handle yourself and for a second, Kakuzu became lost in your analysis.

You stepped back, turning the sword around in your hand to feel out the balance. The blade whipped around your body with ease. The seller softly applauded your embellished practice. Kakuzu almost rolled his eyes, but took some comfort in the fact that you were looking to purchase something of quality and not just anything at the very least. You looked down at the weapon with a nod or two before asking the dreaded question.

“So what’s your price?” The merchant didn’t hesitate.

“A hundred thousand ryō.” Kakuzu almost left right there, but a dominant part of him wanted to know what you were going to do. His hands grasped his biceps, his cloak still hanging from his forearm. Kakuzu watched you closely. You shook your head.

“You’re going to give it to me for twenty-five thousand.” The merchant gaped at the outrageous price you named. He sputtered a few times.

“That price is far too low for this quality. You must be joking if you think I’d sell this fine piece of equipment for practically nothing.”

You did name a ridiculous price. Not even Kakuzu could see getting what you wanted for that price without a fair bit of violence and intimidation. But you ripped into that merchant. You ripped into this poor seller like nothing Kakuzu had ever seen before. He didn’t even know if he could call it bartering, but whatever it was, it was likely one of the most skillful things that Kakuzu had ever seen.

He folded his lips under his mask. You didn’t yell. Kakuzu didn’t even find your appearance intimidating in the slightest, yet every point and number the merchant brought up, you countered. And by the end of the intense conversation, if Kakuzu didn’t know any better and had less of a spine, he’d likely be handing the sword over too. The man had long since started sweating, tugging at his collar. If Kakuzu didn’t see it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it as you handed over exactly twenty-five thousand ryō. He almost overlooked the complete waste of money as he still stood stunned, though not outwardly showing any such emotion.

You nestled the sword by your hip and the seller let out a breath of relief by the time you walked away. Kakuzu followed wordlessly next to you as you strutted off in triumph.

Perhaps he misjudged you. He stared, not noticing as he did so.

Yes, you were going to save the organization a fortune.

Notes: “oH mY gOd KaKuzU sAiD hE wAs GoNna KiLl rEader! wHy wOuLd yOu wRiTe sOmEtHiNg sO tOxIc???”... They’re criminal terrorists, Susan.

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