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libra-arts · 2 years

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A Meeting In The Stars - Avatar oc short story

Author’s Note: So, this is a little short story I write about my newest OCs. They’re from the James Cameron Avatar movie and I am so in love with these characters. I had watched the movie not too long ago and my brain just latched onto that hyperfixation so quick. So naturally I drew up a self-insert-esk character but then it grew from that into the two OCs I have now. Their names are Professor Amias Song (a human thats a part of the avatar program) and Näpu Te ‘Aiey Noihi’itan (Na’vi native of the Omaticaya clan). This story if of how they first met! Also the gif is obviously Neytiri but the scene kinda mirrors what happens at one point in the story.

Synopsis/Blurb: Amias likes to sketch and paint the forest in his downtime but it seem like that got him into a bit of trouble this time around. Good thing a certain Na’vi hunter was close by to save the day. And possibly make a new friend while at it.

Possible TW(the only ones I can think of): Canon typical violence, descriptions of pain

It was surprisingly quiet in the Pandora forest as I sat on the ledge of a river rock. The scenery is absolutely gorgeous and the weather was calm, a perfect day to sit outside and draw. My tasks from Grace were completed for the week so now I get to do as I please for the time being until I’m given a new assignment. So what else is there to do on a stunning planet like Pandora than sit outside with my Avatar body as I sketch the landscape of the river in front of me. But all was not calm apparently.

I was so engrossed in my work that I had failed to notice the low growling coming from behind me, until it was too late anyway. I heard the crack of a branch and whipped my head behind myself to look and there it was, hunkered low to the ground snarling at me was a viperwolf. Until now I had been very careful with keeping my distance from these animals by staying away from the places I knew that they usually traveled or congregated. We were even sure to survey the area before my placement here to make sure it was clear of any hostile animals. But to my luck it seemed like one had made it through unnoticed.

In an instant the animal jumped at me and I quickly rolled out of the way, wrapping my arms to my body tightly as I held my sketchbook. As the viperwolf recovered from landing in the waters of the river I jumped up and began to book it away from the rocky river and towards the direction of my mobile link. The nice thing about being out here by myself is that the building has a connected structure that allows a space for my Avatar body to rest when not in use next to the site. It is also built with reinforced metals that make it the perfect safe house for instances like this. But I guess that also the downside to being so far out here all by myself, I barely know how to fight and there is no one here to help with that. At least with this body I’m more agile and faster than as a human. But yet, I'm still just as clumsy.

As I was focused on pushing away the giant leaves and spindly branches from my view I tripped on a root from a nearby large tree. When I hit the ground the wind got completely knocked out of me and my sketchbook went flying forward hitting a tree and landing on the ground. I tried to get up onto my knees but as I started to raise up a heavy weight landed on me and I was pushed down onto the ground. The viperwolf growled above me as I winced at its claws sinking into my flesh. It burned like hell, I couldn't move, the air from my lungs was gone and I didn't know what to do. As the animal's claws dug deeper into my skin all I could do was hiss at the pain. I was afraid, I thought I was a goner and this body that took years to create was going to become fertilizer for the plant life around me and dinner for the animal digging into my back. But, just as I thought my luck had finally run out, the sounds of an arrow cutting through the air and piercing the skin of the viperwolf hit my ears. The animal toppled over and off of my back scurrying back.

I gasped at the relief and turned my head towards the direction the arrow came from. My eyes widen at the sight of a Na’vi standing several feet from me with a bow in hand. He readied his bow and shot another arrow, at this I flinched and closed my eyes. Again I was sure of my death, sure that arrow was meant for me but instead of feeling the stabbing of the arrow in me I heard the faint cry of the viperwolf. I opened my eyes and looked to see the creature now laying down on its side with both arrows in its body, its breath was shallow and it barely moved. The Na’vi hunter slowly made his way around me and to the animal. He crouched down and began to speak, I couldn't understand him. I could only pick out a few of his words as I tried to sit myself up off the forest floor. “Brother”, “spirit”, “Eywa” and “body” were all I was able to make out. Maybe if I had paid more attention to Grace’s language lessons I would have been able to tell what he said.

I’m able to get myself onto my knees, but as I begin to stand, however, pain shoots up my back and I let out a hiss in pain, falling back onto my knees and curling myself forward. I hug myself and shut my eyes as the pain spreads through my body, my head almost touching the ground and my eyes beginning to brim with tears. I wasn’t ever good with pain, even in this body. The crunching of leaves can be heard as the Na’vi man makes his way towards me. He crouches down next to me. A tear falls from my eye as I breath sharply through my teeth. I can feel his hand as it gently touches my wounds. I couldn't help but snap at him when he does, hissing at him. The touch, although light, burnt like a branding iron on my skin. We both widen our eyes at this. He draws back his hand and holds both of his hands up.

I sigh and turn away from him, again curling into myself and say, “I’m sorry. I don't know what came over me. It really really burns when you touch it. I’m sorry.” I looked up to him, not knowing if he would understand me or not. There was a lot of me that hoped he did.

In response he pointed to a small pouch on his hip and slowly began to take out its contents. It looked to be a small jar with a semi transparent blue gel inside it and what looked to be some type of gauze. We watched each other, he slowly opened the jar and glanced at me to gauge my reaction while I watched his every move, not entirely sure if I trusted him quite yet. He was slow, taking a bit of the gel onto his fingers and slowly hovered his hand above the wounds on my back. He gave me a look, almost asking permission. I slowly nodded, letting him apply the gel. Honesty, he was probably my best bet in getting patched up and back to base in one piece after what I just went through. He steadily applied the gel to my wounds. It burned for only a second but then it became cooling.

I let out a breath, not realizing I was holding it in and relaxed under his touch. My grip on myself loosened as he finished and grabbed the gauze. I looked at him with a questioning look. He smirked slightly as he motioned for me to sit up straight. I did so and he shifted himself behind me. I felt as he touched my arms that were at my side and raised them up. I held up my arm for him as he began to wrap my torso and chest with the material making sure to cover the wounds on my back. When he was done I turned around to face him, already feeling better by the mysterious healing gel he used.

“Thank you.” I said with a smile.

He nodded and opened his mouth to begin to speak but before he did something caught both of our eyes. A small floating white jellyfish looking creature floated its way down towards us. He looked at this creature with such intensity, I on the other hand couldn't help but smile in astonishment. I had seen pictures and read about these things but had never encountered them. As it made its way down between us I raised both of my hands up creating a cup shape. It landed in my hands and my smile grew bigger. I looked up to the man across from me and our eyes met.

“I can’t believe it! I’ve only ever seen pictures of these! I never thought I’d get to see one in person! Isn't this cool?!”

He looked at me confused for a second, and then I realized that he probably still couldn't understand me. But before either of us could react again the creature began to float up and away. I let my hands follow it up and into the air above us. One arm falls to my side as the other stays up while I watch it float away. The Na’vi takes a hold of the wrist on my outstretched arm and brings it in front of him. He seems to be inspecting my hand?

“Wha-”, and before I could ask what he was doing he cut me off.

“What are you?”

His voice was rough, and in shock my eyes widened. He spoke english. I froze for a minute before I snapped out of it with his grip tightening. I begin to stutter out a response to his question.

“I-I… W-Well in this body I’m what is considered an Avatar of sorts but I’m pretty sure your people call us dreamwalkers.” At this his grip loosens but he still holds my wrist. “You speak english?” He looks directly into my eyes with the same intensity he was looking at the floating jellyfish with and it takes me back a little.

“Yes, little. I learned from others in my clan.”

“You must be from the Omaticaya clan then, right? Grace was teaching some of them english.”

“Yes..” He lowers his hand and releases my wrist. “But you are far from the skypeople’s base. Why are you here this far?”

“I have my own base out here. We thought that it was clear from any dangerous animals so I was allowed my own remote place to work. Seems I was wrong about that though.” I said as I mentioned towards the viperwolfs body still laying a few feet away.

He begins to ask, “Where is-”

But I cut him off as realization hit me, “Oh! My sketchbook!” I quickly stood up and rushed over to the abandoned book behind me. I picked it up and inspected it, checking it to make sure it hadn't gotten ruined. The outside looked fine so I opened it and began to flip through to pages and check over my sketches and watercolor piece. I landed last on the piece I was working on just a few minutes ago. Thankfully the only thing that got messed up were a few sporadic pencil markings from when I had to roll out of the way. I released a breath and smiled.

“Oh thank the gods it's okay. I was so worried that- AAAAA!” I turned my head to the side and met the man face mere inches from mine. I jumped back and snapped shut the book I was holding. I held my hand to my chest to steady my rapidly beating heart. “Jeez man, you scared the shit out of me.”

He pointed to the book in my hand and with a raised eyebrow said, “You created those? Art of our world? Why?”

“Oh, well..” I relaxed and stepped closer to him, opening the book and showing him from the beginning the pieces I've created. As I spoke I slowly flipped through the pages, “I have this passion for plants and animals, but more specifically plants. It's why I became a botanist, to study and get to know the intricacies of these plants better. This planet’s fauna is some of the most beautiful and down right gorgeous I have ever seen. The artist in me can’t help but draw it for myself sometimes.” He watches intently as I flip the pages but stops me on one watercolor piece. He touches the paper lightly, tracing the shapes of the giant tree on the page.

“Kelutral…” he says in Na’vi.

“Hometree right? I actually got this picture when they first moved my base out here. It’s also one of my favorites I’ve created during my time here.” He lowers his hand and looks at me. And again, our eyes meet, his piercing golden yellow eyes scanning my face. It's almost as if he’s looking for something, maybe some kind of dishonesty in my expression so he had a reason to not trust me. It seems as though he didn't find whatever it was as he spoke up.

“Your base, are you alone?”

I hesitate to answer, but my reasoning has me answer him truthfully, he has helped me after all so he deserves my honesty, “Yes, it's just me.”

He places his hand on my shoulder, with a worried tone he speaks, “You do not fight, you have no protection. You should not be here alone.”

“Well, I’m usually pretty well off. It was my mistake for not noticing that viperwolf earlier and for not paying attention to my surroundings and tripping on a root. This is the only time something like this has happened.” I take a step back and his hand falls. “Why would you worry about someone like me anyway? I thought the Na’vi don't like outsiders, especially ones like me.”

He stands frozen at this. I can almost see the gears turning in his brain as he thinks of how to respond. It took him a minute before he spoke again. “You are different. Eywa gave a sign.”

“Eywa? What makes you think that your god has anything to do with me?”

“The seed of the sacred tree, it chose you. A pure spirit, it was attracted to you.”

I raised my eyebrow, “The floating jellyfish thing?”

He gets closer to me again, getting really close to my face and looking me over, “Yes the.. jellyfish… thing. You are not like them… but how?” At that he tilted his head. So, that's what those things are? I understand his curiosity. I wonder what that could mean for me? I wasn't sure what to do at that moment so I did the only thing I could think of, to make my way back to the base.

“Okay, well thanks for helping me with my wounds but I should really start heading back now” I pushed aside one of his arms and made my way around him and began to walk away.

“H-Hey!” He yelled to me and at this I attempted to walk father but he was easily able to catch up to me. He grabbed my arm and turned me back around to face him, “Night falls soon, you should not travel alone. Let me come with you. I can protect you.”

“Oh no, that's alright. I’ll be fine on my own.” I try to pull away from him but he doesn’t let go. “Dude, again thank you for helping me but I really need to get back.”

I could tell he didn't want to let go, and at my hesitation he blurred out, “I have an offer for you.”

I stop for a moment, “An… offer?”

“Yes, let me protect you here. This is where I hunt most days. I can help you this way. And I will teach you about the plants. Yes?”

“You’ll come here and protect me from the animals and in turn will teach me about the plant life on this planet?”

“Yes, if you will let me.”

What this man was offering was information I will probably never be able to learn without the aid of a Na’vi native. This was an opportunity of a lifetime to be able to learn about this land in a more in-depth and practical way rather than scientific. But he is also a stranger, someone I barely even knew. Plus, I don't even know this man's name.

I shake my head, “I don’t even know your name.”

He smiles and releases his hand from me and places it on his chest, “I am Näpu Te ‘Aiey Noihi’itan.”

“Oh.. well, Näpu. The name’s Amais Song.” A smile creeps onto my face, “I accept your offer but on one condition.”

“That is?”

I step towards him and swing my arm on his shoulder, and start my way towards the base and say, “I also get to teach you skypeople culture, like music and arts and so on. How about that?”

He stumbles at first but then begins to walk in line with me, “Yes, and can teach you ours as well.”

“An exchange of information for our mutual benefit! Perfect!” I look at him and smile. He looks at me confused for a second, not understanding my words, but smiles when he notices mine. With that we make our way to my base.

And that was how I met Napu and I am more than lucky to have met him that day. Not only to save my life, but to open my eyes. I couldn't be more thankful to Eywa for that.

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crudelise · 1 year

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Thoughts on AI and Art

So the recent war against AI created art gave me a lot to think about.

First you need to know that I'm a techie (I am studying computer science) and do art (mostly painting, digital and oil) as a hobby. So I am kinda from both worlds at the same time.

The main goal of the #stopAI is (i guess) to spread awareness how far AI art has already come in replacing the digital artist that makes their money from posting their artwork on social media (because lets be real, there is no stopping the big money people...). But also to stop the devs of the AI's from using the art of creators unauthorized for training their AI's. Because thats were the real theft happens.

If we are looking at the most popular (often even free to use) online tools that can replicate a style of an artist and paint a similar picture according to a new given prompt, its not hard to loose hope and think that maybe, the time for the artists has come. (Or at least will soon).

Even my techie self sometimes feels pretty hopeless when looking at e.g. GPT 3 (an AI for language and science) solve the coding exercise that I have been given more perfectly and faster than I ever could.

The only hope I can end my thoughts on, are always (maybe a little illusionistic):

something that AI has so far not managed is replicating our creativity...

AI is still trained on other creativity. And just starting to paint a lot of stop AI signs... That might actually work for some time at least.

#stop ai #aiartist #digital art #war against ai #aiartcommunity #aijobs #gpt3 #anti-ai

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sukunasfourtheye · 3 years

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Late Night Texts- Eren x reader

Minors DNI, 18+ Adult Content 🔞

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Summary: It’s midnight, you’re kinda tipsy, and you text your friend Eren.

Warnings: Smut smut smut, minors DNI. This is pure pure fucking filth. Yoinks.

Contains: swearing, sexting/texting, sexting turned to FaceTime sex/phone sex, dirty talk, ‘good girl” used multiple times, masturbation

Words: 1.2k

Note from the author: I personally have such a thing for phone sex/sexting so much so this is a personal fav gahhhhhh. I debated this being a Levi or Eren fic but feel like Levi would literally just get up and go to your house and wouldn’t have the patience for sexting LOL so Eren it was

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>>> heeeeeeey haha whats upp

Eren raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at your text. Hmm, he thought. Kinda late. He squinted at the clock on his night stand that read 12:31am.

> Sup

Probably just bored, he thought. He hit send, and not even 15 seconds later his phone *dings* again.

>>> nothing hahaha kinda tipsy but oh well

He hated to admit it, but he felt a small flutter in his chest reading your reply. You’d been friends for a while, but he never picked up on any flirty vibes from you, but drunk texting at midnight? Hmm...

> Fun. Did you go out?

>>> yeah clubbing with sashaaaa haha so fun:) you shoulda caaaaaame

Ok, this is definitely flirty, he thought. The thought of you in a tight dress, all dolled up, swaying on a dancefloor....phew.

> Damn, yeah I should’ve come. Would’ve been fun seeing you.

He hesitates, thinking he’s definitely breaching into flirty territory with this one. He thinks, fuck it before he presses send.

His phone *dings* and he sees the text preview on his home screen:

>>> [y/n] sent you a snap!

>>> now you see me :)

His excitement started to grow as he saw the Snapchat and text double notification on his screen. Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, and he reflexively reached his hand down to start to rub himself lazily.

He opens the Snapchat notification.

It’s a video of you laying in bed, your phone held up at arms length, smiling with your tongue sticking out playfully. You were wearing a strapless v-neck leather top and tight black pants, your face alight with glittery makeup and a clear drunken stupor. Your smile was radiant.

Fuck, she’s hot, he thought. His hand had a mind of it’s own and started to rub himself through his pants, with a bit more purpose now. He groaned, shifting his hips up at his own contact. He replayed the video, stroking himself.

>>> replayed my video? ;)

Whoops. He forgot you get notified if he replays your video. He goes to at first make an excuse (”whoops my bad”) but instead decides against it. Fuck it shes drunk maybe she’ll forget it, he thought. He hesitates, but presses send:

> Yeah, damn you look good

Why did i just send that. The tension of seeing you typing back made him even hornier, letting out another groan as his dick began hardening under his boxers.

>>> reaaaally? :) youre not too bad yourself ;)

Oh yes. It’s showtime.

> So that’s why you’re texting me so late. Just wanted a little attention?

> Yeah, you’re low key hot as fuck

There’s a long pause as he’s waiting for you to reply, terrified he fucked it up and went too far.

Then....you sent a voice note. He hit play:

>>> “Mmmmm... I wish you were here right now.”

Your voice is almost a moan, going straight to his dick. Fuck, she wants it. That’s so hot. His hands go inside his boxers and frees his now fully hard cock, giving it a few pumps as he does. Before he can even respond, another *ding* makes his cock twitch.

>>> Attached: Image

It’s a picture of you leaning forward towards the camera, giving a clear shot down your cleavage as you looked up at him, a mischievous smile on your lips, biting your tongue

> Pretty girl. Tease.

>>> im not teaaaasing i actually want to fuck you :p

The blunt text you sent made him gasp, his dick hot in his hands as he worked himself.

> You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth

>>> you can make it filthier if you want ;)

Fuck. His throws his head back jerks himself faster, before stopping to squeeze the base of his cock. Fuck I want her to suck me so bad. Before he even registers what he’s doing, he hits the “Facetime” button to call you.

>>> [y/n] is unavailable for FaceTime

He groans in frustration. Fuck, i wanna see her.... she really is a fucking tease.

>>> we cant facetime right now im doing naughty thingssssss

>>> this convo is making me crazzyyyy shhh

> Good. That’s a good girl.

>>> *Incoming Facetime call from [y/n]*

Too easy, he thinks. He chuckles as he swipes open the call. The camera is angled at the ceiling, the room dimmed.

He chuckles into the phone. “All I had to say was ‘good girl’ and suddenly you calling me now, huh?”, he says, cocky as all hell.

“Hmmm....”, he hears you say, drawing out the ‘mmm’ suspiciously.

“Hmmmmm?” he questions back, mimicking you. “What’re you doing right now, [y/n]?”

“M’, Ummmmm, nothing....” he hears you say faintly, innocently, phone still pointed at the ceiling. He thought he was imagining it at first, but he can barely hear the sound of fabric shuffling and shifting on your end.

“Nothing? Doesn’t sound like nothing, pretty girl”, he teases, stoking his now leaking cock. He sighed heavily on purpose, suggestively, making sure you heard him.

“What’re you doing right now?” you asked lightly, breathlessly.

He feels himself starting to slowly lose his restraint when he hears your breathy voice. “If I tell you, will you tell me?”, he grumbled, panting obviously now, loudly and into the phone, clearly out of breath from the effort of jerking himself off, hard

He hears you sigh, the sound of shuffling fabric getting louder. He hears you shift in bed. “Yes”, you say.

Through obvious gasps, he grills you: “You promise you gonna tell me what you’re doing, hmm, baby? You gonna tell me what you’re doing after you made me so fucking hard for you?”

He hears you moan loudly now, obviously meant for him to hear, panting.

“I’m stroking my fucking dick right now, that’s what I’m doing. I’m thinking about bending you over and fucking you stupid” he moans in unison with you, hearing himself admit it making him feel even dirtier

“Are you touching yourself, [y/n]? Your pussy wet for me? Hmm?” He hears your high-pitched moan and your body shift quickly in your bed.

“Use your words, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth say my fucking name”, he commands, heat flushing his face.

“Ung! - Eren...ugh....” you finally mewl, sounding just as desperate as he was to cum

“Fuck i wanna stuff my cock in your mouth so fucking bad, [y/n]” he moans, babbling off strings of dirty talk, barely able to catch his breath as he gets closer and closer. “You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you? Were you touching your pussy while you were texting me? Hmmm? Dirty girl. You wanted me to make you cum, yeah? You thinking about my dick fucking into that messy little pussy? I wanna hear you say it you needy little---ahhh! fuck. speak to me.”

You finally break your silence: “Ugh, Eren, ah!-- you’re gonna make me--fuck, you’re gonna make me--!”

Fuck

He lets out a string of swear words, cursing through both your orgasm and his: “ah, fuck thats such a good fucking girl yes, cum for me baby, cum on daddys cock, cum on this fucking cock babe, uuung...!”

As you both catch your breath from the thrill that just ran through both your bodies, he pants “That....was hot”.

“Yeah”, he hears you say, the camera finally moving away from the ceiling and onto you. You looked dazed, a thin sheen of sweat smudging your makeup. Still, a satisfied smiled was painted on your pretty face. “You’re so hot. Wow. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time. Next time you’ll have to come over?”

“See you then, princess”

#eren jeager #eren jeager smut #Eren yeager #eren yeager smut #eren jeager one shot #eren yeager oneshot #aot smut #attack on Titan #attack on Titan smut #eren smut #eren oneshot #Eren filth #Eren #aot #this was originally gonna be Levi but oh well #aot fanfiction #smut

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satoruvt · 3 years

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for a moment i forget to worry

pairing → xu minghao x reader

word count → 3196

genre → fluff + angst, college au ↳ tags: strangers to friends to lovers </3, college kinda sux, ROOMMATE CHAN MAKES AN APPEARANCE OR TWO, dance major minghao, reader is completely lost but its ok who isnt, lots of cute couple stuff, pov ur entire relationship with minghao. thats it, a sad break up scene, a solid amount of crying

summary → there’s something about minghao. maybe it’s the way he dances, vibrant and youthful, or maybe it’s the way he loves you. based off of hunger by florence + the machine.

warnings → i hint at sex but its pretty vague, i also mention a breakdown type deal (revolving around school/life after school)

a/n → first of all this was NOT supposed to be 3k words i dont know how it happened. second of all i’m only kind of happy with this HAHA i feel like the story itself isnt bad but i wanted it to match the song more ... idk :/ i hope u guys like it regardless !!!

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The first time you see him is by accident.

Really - all you’re doing is trying to find Chan. You’re passing by the practice rooms, looking into them in hope he’ll be there, stopping to gaze at decorations and medals and trophies lined up on the walls. It’s when you approach a room that music plays from that you think you’ve found Chan, but when you gaze in, it’s definitely not him.

You don’t know who it is, but he moves like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

It’s hypnotizing, almost makes you want to drop your things and dance with him. There’s a sense of youth that comes from him and it’s almost overwhelming - but it’s not in energy, necessarily, but rather from the precision of his movements, the technicalities that he seems to both follow and break at the same time. Something vibrant seeps out between the seams of his body, colors you can barely recognize as they splash against anything they can reach. It’s almost tangible.

You watch him long enough for him to finish his performance (an unknowing one) with the last notes of a song you forgot was even playing. His eyes meet with yours, slow as he completes an eloquent turn, and at the same time, a hand meets your shoulder.

A small wave of embarrassment washes over you, and you turn towards whoever touched you, effectively breaking eye contact. “What are you doing here?” Chan asks, hair still wet from what you assume was a shower.

“Looking for you,” you tell him, following as he starts to walk towards the exit. “I wanted lunch, and you owe me for that time I took your British literature quiz for you.”

Chan groans but agrees to pay, and you laugh, though the world seems a little paler than it did a few moments ago.

The second time you see him is by chance.

(Maybe.)

You’re waiting for a lecture to start, tapping your fingers against your laptop idly as you watch students trickle in last minute. It’s not a strict course, but it does start at nine in the morning, and most everyone shows up with a coffee.

You look down to brush a stray hair off of your table, and when you look up again, the dancer from before walks through the door, then looks right at you.

You feel a blush heat your face and it’s like he wants to make sure that you know that he knows, because he almost refuses to look away. You break eye contact first (like the last time, you remember for no reason) but still watch as his figure moves up the stairs, past the rows, and you hope he’ll just move past you too…

He doesn’t. He takes the empty seat right next to yours, and you don’t say anything, instead finding the peeling sticker on your laptop incredibly interesting. The professor comes in and decides that today he’ll take extra long to set everything up, apparently, and you want to scream.

“So,” the dancer says, voice quiet. It takes your breath away, the way he sounds. “Mind if I ask why you were watching me the other day?”

You cast a glance at him - not too long, you don’t think you could handle more than five seconds tops - and finally open your laptop so it makes you look busy. “I was waiting for a friend.”

“And?”

The smile in his voice is palpable. You’re already exasperated.

“You…” you start, finally deciding to look at him as some sort of subconscious power move. “You’re a beautiful dancer. It was hard not to watch.”

Beautiful doesn’t even cover half of it, but you figure he already thinks you’re weird for watching him, so you hold back the thoughts of youth and vibrancy and color. The dancer looks at you, almost blank for a moment, before a soft smile draws itself on his face. It makes your heart beat a little faster. He says “thank you” with a gentle tone, sincerely felt.

The class starts, and the two of you don’t speak throughout the next hour and a half. You type out notes on your laptop and you see him write down names of the paintings being shown on the projector, little thoughts and notes written afterwards.

By the end of class, your professor assigns an optional partnered project, and you’re more than prepared to head back to your apartment and start on it yourself. The dancer stops you before you leave, however, asks if you’d like to be his partner.

(And he says it like that, would you like to be my partner, polite and somehow sweet.)

You know your answer. “I don’t even know your name,” you stall, standing from your chair.

“Minghao,” he tells you. “I’m Minghao, and I’d like for you to be my partner.”

You say yes easily, put your number into his contacts even easier. The sky is blue when you leave the lecture hall, trees dotted with pink and purple flowers, and it is all so bright that you forget it wasn’t this way in the first place.

The third time you see him is for school.

Underneath the excitement of giving Minghao your number, there is the knowledge that it’s for the sake of an assignment. He texts you the day after to ask if you’re free to meet up to work and you tell him sure.

(Sure is what you send back, but he doesn’t have to know that you burst into Chan’s room immediately after, plunging face first into his bed just to scream into his pillows. Chan had sighed, turned around in his desk chair to look at you, then asked what happened. He gave you two minutes to rant and then kicked you out, back to your own room.)

You and Minghao agreed to meet at the library on a day that neither of you had any afternoon classes, and you get there early, spend some time working on other classes. You have somewhere around thirty minutes to freak out to yourself before you see Minghao come in, dressed like he knows what he’s doing to you (which is really just a hoodie and jeans, but you think it’s the cap that really pulls the whole boyfriend look together), smiling when he finds you at a table in the corner.

“How are you?” is the first thing he says when he sits down, and you pull down your laptop screen a little to see him better.

“I’m good,” you say, feeling your heart pound. “What about you?”

Minghao sends you a kind smile. “Really good. Should we get started?”

You lose count of how many times you see him after that.

Meeting up to work on the project soon becomes just meeting up, and after the project’s done and turned in, it happens even more. You hang out and get lunch, send each other texts and stupid videos, take walks around campus together. The weeks pass, summer mellows into fall, then into the early days of winter. You develop a genuine friendship with him, finding comfort in his presence, looking for him wherever you go.

(Although the crush is still there, potent and patient, stubborn in a way you’ve never experienced before. You wonder if it’s a sign of some sort.)

You’re in one of the practice rooms with him, sitting in the corner. You had a class nearby and he’d wanted to practice a little more, so you told him you’d work on your own stuff while he finished up and then the two of you could grab something to eat.

But you made a small error on your part - the dancing. You’d forgotten the way he moves (you haven’t seen him dance since that first time) and in no time at all you’re letting your screen go dark in front of you and watching him. Honestly, it’s not your fault, you really can’t help it.

But of course he notices.

Minghao meets your eyes through the mirror and raises his eyebrows at you, and all you can do is look away, desperately try to get your laptop up and running again so at least it seems like you weren’t watching him for too long.

“You’re staring,” he says, long after you’ve looked away.

“Sorry,” you tell him anyways, immediate, quick.

Then he says, “I never said anything about stopping.”

In a second, you look up from your laptop and up at him. He moves closer, crouches in front of you. His eyes are kind - they’re never not - but you think you see something a little more in them. “Sorry, I think I missed that last part,” you respond, blinking. Minghao smiles like you’re endearing.

“I said I want you to keep looking at me.”

You think you’re barely breathing when he shuts your laptop for you, slides it off of your lap and onto the floor (gently, with care, and it’s a wonder to you how he can focus on that right now). He practically crawls over you, one of his hands eventually reaching the junction of your jaw and neck and holding there. “I’m gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay,” he says, but doesn’t move. You nod as soon as his words reach your brain, eager and quick.

And the next few hours get a little wound up in your head, a little mixed in with the feeling of his body - that moves so youthfully, with so much vibrancy that it reaches everything around you - melting into yours and the sound of him asking you to tell me what you need, honey, and the still-playing slow jam music he was practicing to.

You watch him sleep next to you, hand curled around yours against his pillows, and think that nothing bad could ever touch him.

The two of you… come together, after that.

Neither you nor Minghao use any proper labels, but you both seem to know. No labels are needed, really. You have each other and that’s all there is to it. And everything is really good.

You work together and laugh together like you’ve always known each other. He tries to teach you to dance with him when you’re in the practice room with him, pulls you up by your hands and guides you through your giggles. He was the first person you called when you realized that you had no idea what you were working towards, didn’t have a clue what you actually wanted to do with your life. He gets along well with your friends and you text his because they’re basically yours, now, too.

Winter turns back into spring, slow and easy. Vibrant and youthful. You’re not able to meet Minghao’s parents, but he meets yours (and you’re sure a quick introduction to his mom over a FaceTime call has to count for something). The two of you take advantage of the newfound warmth of the season and try to get out as much as you’re able to, with picnics and city dates and anything you can think of. A drawer in his dresser is reserved for your things, you bought an extra toothbrush for him to use when he stays over.

You watch him dance. It still feels like the first time, like color and breathlessness. You tell him he’s beautiful every time, feel yourself fall a little deeper when he still gets bashful amidst his comedown. You tell him you love him for the first time after he gets done with a performance - a proper one, for a showcase of the dance club he’s in. He says it back.

You think he put all the stars in the sky just for the two of you to gaze at them together.

Things shift the beginning of your junior year.

Minghao tells you about a program he’s applying to, a proper dance academy in New York that could really kickstart his career. Training under some of the best choreographers and performers in the world.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask him after he tells you, and he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. You’re studying at his apartment tonight.

“It’s just…” he frowns. “It’s so far away, you know?”

Oh. You hadn’t even thought about that, too caught up in the excitement of him being able to apply at all. A quick sigh leaves your lips, and then you reach for his hand, hold it between both of your own.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, though now that you’re thinking about it, you feel nervousness in the pit of your stomach. “We can work something out, though, when we get that far. We’ll figure it out.”

Minghao nods, a fond look in his eyes. He pulls one of your hands to his lips. “We’ll think about it if I even get accepted,” he says.

It’s bittersweet, but a promise nonetheless.

Fifteen minutes after you get a call from Minghao, there’s a knock on your door.

You wouldn’t necessarily say you’re worried, but, well. Everyone’s experienced the jump of anxiety when they get hit with the “I want to talk to you about something” line. Nonetheless, you stand from the couch to open the door, mentally preparing yourself for any and everything.

“Hey,” you greet when you see Minghao, opening the door to let him in. His face is unreadable. “Everything okay?”

He walks a few steps into your apartment, waits for you to close the door before turning back around to face you. Then he holds up a piece of paper, the creases from where it was folded still bending. You send him a confused look.

“I got in,” he says, a grin breaking on his face, and you blink, then feel your jaw practically hit the floor. Minghao only nods like he understands, and before you know what you’re doing, you launch yourself at him, holding him close.

“Oh my god, Hao, that’s amazing,” you say into his sweater, then step back to get a proper look at him. Youthful, vibrant. “I’m so proud of you.”

He seems to soften at your words, pulls you back into him again with a gentle kiss to your head. “Thank you for believing in me,” he tells you, tenderness palpable in his voice. All you can do is squeeze him tighter.

Minghao spends a lot of time away from you after that.

You’re not really hurt in any way - even though he got into the academy in New York, he still has to practice. You get it, this is important. He doesn’t text you as often, isn’t able to stop by as much, and you miss him, but you know how much this means for him. But it gets… weird, almost, after a while. Strange, even for him. It feels weird that he’s set to leave at the end of January and it’s December and he’s distant.

Both of you are laying in your bed, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, when you decide to bring it up. “You’ve been… kinda far away lately,” you start, nudging him with your shoulder gently. “Everything okay?”

His eyes stay on your ceiling, but you feel the way he sighs. “It’s about the program,” he says.

“Okay.”

“And about… you and me.”

Oh. That doesn’t… sound the best. “About, like… what we’re gonna do?”

Minghao nods.

You say, “I wouldn’t mind visiting every so often. It’d be hard, but I’m sure we could find something to work.”

Minghao shakes his head, says, “no.”

You pause, and when you look at him he’s already looking at you. What does he mean by no? Does he want you to move with him? Or does he -

He reaches for your hand and you think oh.

His eyes are a little glassy. You feel the tears come, too.

“Oh,” you say out loud. Minghao squeezes your hand. “So this is… this is it?”

Your room is suddenly cold, and you want to crawl under the covers and stay there. The person in front of you is blurred into something unrecognizable, but you can’t be bothered to blink away your tears.

“I think so, love,” he whispers back to you. “I think it has to be.”

The two of you cry like that for a while. In your bed, loosely intertwined and broken. Even the way Minghao cries carries a kind of vibrancy that’s overwhelming, makes you think of the first time you saw him so long ago, and now -

When you manage to get a better grip on yourself, you ask him if you can still see him off at the airport. He says, “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”

Then you ask if you can kiss him again. He responds by kissing you first.

And it’s sad, it tastes like salt and sorrow and you feel like the promises you never got the chance to make are broken. It feels like the most beautiful blue you’ve ever seen, and you know it’s only a branch of Minghao’s color.

He leaves soon after that, pulls on his shoes and his coat and turns around at the door to give you a tired smile. After he’s gone, you drag yourself to Chan’s bedroom, and once he sees the state you’re in, he offers up one side of his bed. Neither of you say anything, but the friendly reassurance of his hand in yours says enough.

You don’t fail to notice that everything seems to be washed out, a blandness you’re not used to.

The last time you see him is at the airport.

It’s a cold day, despite being sunny. The airport offers little warmth, but you figure it doesn’t matter. You won’t be here for long.

It doesn’t take you very long to find Minghao - you still look for him wherever you go, even if you’re not looking for him. Even then, it’s still so easy for you to find him, to pinpoint that vibrancy, that youth. He’s talking to a few others, you think you met them. Soonyoung and Jun.

Minghao meets your eyes and you freeze, but then he waves you over with a gentle smile. You follow like you think you always will.

You greet Soonyoung and Jun and the four of you talk, albeit a little awkwardly, even when Soonyoung tries his hardest to lighten the mood. Eventually he has to leave, and Jun follows with a shy goodbye. They both hug Minghao before they go.

You’re not sure what to say, but after a minute, you find words. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you,” you tell him, a little selfishly.

Minghao says, “you’ll do good. I know you will. I’m not worried about you.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time, and you think he’ll give you a stiff and sad goodbye, but he steps a little closer to you. Looks at you the way he used to.

“Maybe…” he starts, then pauses. “Maybe we’ll meet again.”

Maybe, you think. Maybe.

“I hope so,” you tell him, then watch as he leaves.

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Singing In The Dead Of Night Ch 2

Harley and Barman set up a playdate for their wards.

forgive the long post, i'll edit and clean it up when im home. chapter can also be found on my ao3, url in the description.

Harley made it back home, which was actually the manor of some billionaire who only really used the house for tax purposes. Harley had taken it over when Lucy came to live with her, deciding she needed more room, and they quickly changed it to suit their needs.

“Luuuucyyyy, I’m hooooome,” Harley called out to the manor, heading through the living room/gymnasium.

Lucy was balancing on the beam by her hands. “Never heard that one before.” She went into the splits and stayed on one hand.

Harley looked over her form. “Point your toes more...there ya go.” Lucy did as recommended. “I got candy for dinner!” She dumped her stolen lollipops on the table.

“I already ate, Aunt Harley,” she said, “I made extra pasta if you want.” She pointed over to the kitchen, before switching hands and flipping herself over.

“Oh,” Harley said, going over to make a plate, but feeling like ants were crawling in her skin. “You know, you don’t have to call me your aunt when it’s just the two of us,” She said, swirling her fork through the noodles.

Lucy shrugged, “Force of habit. Plus it’s a good idea in general, ya know, in case someone’s secretly listening in or we mess up some other time.”

Harley shrugged her shoulders. “Makes sense,” and it did, but it still kind of hurt. “You can have the lollipops for dessert though. You like cherry?” She tossed her the red candy.

Lucy looked down at the wrapper a second. “Can’t, I’m allergic to the red dye.”

“Oh,” Harley said, silently cursing herself. That was something that mothers should know about their kids, allergies and crap. “Well. Lemon then?”

“Sure!” They traded the lollipops, and Harley sucked on hers between bites of the pasta. Sweet and savory combined, delicious.

Lucy swung her legs as she sat on the beam. “Does...my father have any allergies?”

Harley blinked at her. Did Joker have any allergies? It was hard to say. Even now, Harley didn’t know a lot about the Joker. That’s how he liked it. “Best not to talk about it,” she said instead, “In case of those listening things or whatever.”

Lucy hummed, but didn’t seem satisfied. “Hey,” Harley said, trying to distract her from the ‘dad’ talk, “You wanna go out with me tomorrow?”

Lucy brightened, jumping a bit, “Where are you gonna go?”

“I dunno,” she said, “Go lookin’ for trouble. Let the trouble find me. Punch out a couple people but only if they REALLY deserve it!” And maybe if they only kinda deserved it, Harley thought.

Lucy hummed again, thinking. “I dunno. I think violence often begets further violence, and while it is occasionally necessary, efforts should focus more on the community building and personal improvement area.”

Harley blinked at her. Right, she was a reader, Delia had mentioned that. Not unlike Harley at her age, really, although Harley had focused on psychoanalysis instead of philosophy. “Ah, of course,” she said, “Well, what do you wanna do?”

Lucy thought for a second. “Well, there was this girl I wanted to go inspire to fight her eating disorder.”

“Oh,” Harley said nodding. It was a noble cause, really, but...also seemed really, really boring. “I...sure!” she smiled.

The truth was, when Lucy came out to live with Harley full time, she had really thought they would be a lady dynamic duo, a proper partnership mother/daughter team. But Lucy wasn’t much like Harley. Or, she was but, she was different, a goody two-shoes. Or, a goody tutu. Ha.

More than that, she followed a strange sense of logic that was oddly reminiscent of...Harley didn’t even finish the thought.

“You don’t want to go, do you?” Lucy asked.

“Hmm? Of course I do!” Harley said, “I’d do anything with you sweetheart,” she gave Lucy a wink, then went to the kitchen to hide her facial expression.

She didn’t see that Lucy had followed her until she was directly behind her. “Oh, Jesus!” She said, clutching her heart, “Gotta look out there, sweetie. Almost brained ya!”

“Is Dad like me at all?” she asked, head tilted to the side.

Harley blinked at her. She felt like her bones were shaking inside her skin. “Why would you ask a thing like that?”

Lucy spun a little in place making her tutu swish. “I’ve been reading about him. People think he’s crazy. I mean, he says it. But that’s not what your records say.”

Harley frowned, backing away as though physical distance would get her out of the conversation. “What’re you goin through my records for? What, are you a snoop?”

“They got published after one of your arrests,” Lucy said, “Other people were more interested in the little notes you left in the margins, but--”

“Alright, stop.” Harley said, hand clutching her lollipop stick so tight it might break. “Look, Mr...your father is mean and cruel and manipulative, and nothing like you! He wants to drive other people crazy, and for some people, self included, he succeded. But I grew out of it as best I could and now...you don’t need to worry about him, ok? He ain’t ever gonna know about ya, and he ain’t ever gonna find ya. Got it?”

Lucy hesitated a second and there was something strange in her eyes. Something familiar. “Got it,” she finally said.

Harley lightened, smiling at her. “Why don’t we play a game or somethin? You like Monopoly? I make up my own rules!”

Lucy smiled, “That sounds nice,” she said, all bright again. As they set up the game, Lucy said, “You don’t have to come with me tomorrow, by the way. I can take care of myself.”

“You sure?” Harley asked. Lucy nodded. For the rest of the evening, Harley felt like something was…off.

She slipped the burner phone out of her pocket. She typed, ‘Wanna set up a playdate?’

“She called it a WHAT?!” Damian said, nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Aww,” Tim said, over by the batcave computer, “Little Damian’s got a plaaayydaaate.”

“I will end you, Drake.” Damian snarled, fingers twitching for his sword.

“Enough,” Bruce interrupted the both of them. “Damian, if it helps you can think of it as a mission.”

“I thought I was forbidden from Robin duties for the next two months.” Damian said, arms crossed.

Bruce groaned. “Harley has taken in a ward, her niece Lucy. She has some petty crime charges, but from my recon, she’s not a villain. Harley wants her to spend time with someone her age, and I need someone who will watch over her.”

“Watch out for her, or watch out because of her?” Damian asked, scowling.

“Oooh, good question,” Tim said, still at the computer. “Hey, how come you didn’t set me up with vigilante kids?”

“Because you found them on your own,” Bruce shot back, “Look. Damian, you just have to spend the day with her. Follow her around, help her out as long as it’s not hurting anyone. Don’t let her get killed. Invite Jon if you want.”

“Uggh, Jon’s off world with his Dad,” Damian said.

“Oh right,” Bruce said, massaging his temple. “Why do interdimensional crises have to happen at the worst times?”

“Why is it we need a plural for interdimensional crisis?” Tim asked.

Bruce gave him a side glance to let him know he was coming up on the line that breached from ‘annoying’ to ‘problem Bruce will deal with.’ “Damian…”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said, “But I won’t be her friend by you forcing us.”

“Fine.”

They met up with Harley at a neutral location downtown on top of a party goods store. “Hiya Batsy, Hey Bird Boy!”

Despite himself, Damian liked Harley. She was usually of a like mind about which villains did or didn’t deserve to live, but he didn’t tell Batman that. “Harley,” Batman said, “Where’s your niece?”

“Just doin some high-wire practice.” Harley said, “Lucy-goosey!”

From the side of the building, a girl faulted up from where she was hanging on the flagpole. A girl wearing a tutu and white paint. “Nice to meet you, Batman,” Lucy said, “Aunt Harley’s told me….a lot of mixed things.”

“YOU!” Damian said, before he could stop himself, and all three of the others turned to him.

Lucy trotted forward on her tiptoes. “Have we met?” She asked, tilting her head, and looking him up and down.

Damian swallowed. “Uhh….”

“Blackbird!” Lucy said, and swooped him up into a hug, “Oh, I knew you were a Robin, why’d you lie to me?”

“Blackbird, huh?” Batman said, and he couldn’t see, but he knew there was a very pointed eyebrow being raised at him.

Damian, still being swung like a ragdoll by Lucy, tried to gain his balance. “I didn’t...I mean I wasn’t…”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Batman said, “You kids go on, I have something to talk about with Harley.”

“Kids?!” Damian said, offended, especially that he was going to be left out of whatever this conversation was. But in doing so, he left himself vulnerable as Lucy pulled on his cowl to the edge of the building.

“Come on, birdy, whatever color you are. The city awaits!” And she jumped from the roof, grappling on outcroppings to reach the street safely. Damian grumbled, but eventually followed.

Harley looked to Batman, and her face fell. “He’s out there, isn’t he?”

Batman gave one slow nod.

Lucy skipped everywhere. It was very irritating, because it was faster than walking, but slower than running, so hard to keep pace. Also,it was just very perky, which made it hard to sulk.

Lucy claimed she had deliveries to make around town. Something about girls who were bullies in high school and were treating others poorly, but it was only because of the societal pressures that were put on young girls of America and...and thats about where Damian lost interest.

She carried a cartfull of boxes like a damn girlscout, and left them on the girls doors. Damian could have followed in his sleep...except there was something about one of the boxes….

“What’s in that one?” Damian asked as she brought it to the next home.

“Huh?” Lucy said, “Same thing as in all of them, some cookies, a letter, balloons of course and--”

“It’s beeping,” Damian said.

“What?”

Damian didn’t wait any longer, he grabbed the box out of her arms and tossed it as high into the sky as he could, tackling her to the ground. The box then exploded.

Lucy gasped in excitement, clapping her hands together. “Birdy, look at it! It’s fireworks!”

Damian growled, jumping off of her and taking out his sword. “I knew it, I knew you were up to no good.”

Lucy tilted her head. “Whatcha talkin about, Birdy?”

“You--” He pointed to where the box was still smoldering. “You were going to put a BOMB on that girl’s doorstep!”

“I didn’t put that there,” Lucy said, getting up with no care of the sword pointed at her.

“You-” Damian stammered. “What?”

Lucy bent down and picked up a scrap of paper from the ruins. “Change of plans for the evening, Birdy!” Lucy said, “We’re going puzzling!”

She tossed the paper at him and he grabbed it quickly. It read ‘I’ve the tallest of trunks and thickest of stumps, a switch in the breeze, but I’m no tree. What am I?’”

They came quickly to the elephant pasture at the zoo. Damian couldn’t help it, he held out his hand for the elephant. She reached out her trunk and wrapped it around him. He couldn’t help but laugh.

Her baby came forward this time, trotting on new steps. He was already the size of a small horse, but he stole Damian’s heart all the same. He tried to bowl Damian over like a large puppy, and Damian couldn’t help but laugh. “Didn’t know you could laugh, Birdy,” Lucy said, kneeling over a shady patch in the enclosure.

Damian’s scowl returned. “Stop calling me ‘Birdy,’” he said, “You can just say ‘Robin,’ if you want.”

“But aren’t there other Robins?” Lucy said, fiddling with something, “I’d love to call you something unique to you.”

“There’s already a Blackbird, you know.” Damian said, continuing to pet the baby elephant.

“There is?” Lucy asked, “Picking a superhero name is HARD. I’m still trying to get Commedia to stick. You know, like, Commedia del arte? But I’ll end up getting called ‘Tutu girl’ or something if I don’t watch out.”

Damian gently pushed the elephant away, seeing what she was doing. She was hands deep in another box like the one they’d found in her cart. “Careful, it could be another bomb.”

“Fireworks,” Lucy corrected, “and I already diffused it.”

Damian leaned down, looking. She had indeed done so, quite efficiently. “How did you know to do that?”

Lucy smiled, “An uncle of mine taught me. You’ll meet him.” She dug further into the box. “I wouldn’t mind some more fireworks, but I don’t want to scare the elephants.” She pulled out another slip of paper.

“This has all the hallmarks of The Riddler,” Damian said, “We have to be careful. He might have bombs all over the city.”

“Fireworks!” Lucy corrected again, “And, probably. See, we already have the next clue!” She waved the paper and read out “Can you hear me make a sound, only when you are around.”

“Of course you can only hear things when you’re around.” Damian said, frowning.

“But only when someone’s around does it make a...Oh!” Lucy said, jumping to her feet, “An echo! We have to go somewhere there’s an echo!”

Damian sighed, “I have an idea.”

Technically they weren’t IN the Bat cave. They were at a far entrance to it, another end of the cave system. So he wasn’t breaking any rules. “Hey, is that Wayne Manor?” Lucy asked. “I tried to break in there once, but they have some crazy rich person security system.”

“Funny that.” Damian said, trying to seem completely ordinary.

Lucy stood at the edge of the cave and yelled into it. “ECHO!” listening for the echo in return. She skipped into the cave, humming all the way, the sound bouncing off as she went.

“Lucy?” Damian said, following her, “Don’t go too far, there’s all sorts of--” He heard a squeal and rushed forward.

He stopped short, his flashlight falling on Lucy. She waved at him to put it down, squinting. “Look here!” She brushed aside some dirt to find some rusted over metal. “Isn’t it fascinating! This cave system must go on for miles! Maybe people hid treasure there!”

“It’s just the old mining system,” Damian said, truthfully. “It’s all blocked off.”

“That can’t be hard to undo,” Lucy said, intrigued by whatever lay beyond.

Damian grabbed her hand before she could continue. “We have to catch the Riddler. There has to be another package here.”

Lucy sighed, but nodded. She took his arm with the flashlight and swung him around the cave. “Ah! There.”

She took the package and skipped out of the cave. “Careful!” Damian urged. “Come on, just diffuse it.”

“Nope, not these ones.” She tossed the package high in the sky, and Damian saw the fireworks light up.

He felt his phone buzzing, no doubt Tim could hear an explosion out here, not to mention Alfred. They’d come investigating fast enough. He leaped up, grabbing the fallen slip of paper, and grabbed Lucy again to pull her along. He read it quickly and passed it to her as he made his way away. “Even in the city scape, nature comes to take its place.” Lucy read. “It must be the park!”

“No,” Damian said, still pulling her, “I mean, yes, that is the answer to the riddle, but that’s not where we’re going.” He texted the police to inform them of the location of the hidden package so they could diffuse it, and dragged Lucy away.

The original Gotham Ice Cream shop was one of the oldest remaining buildings in Gotham, although was clearly closed for the night.

Damian saw a flash of green from the kitchens and rushed inside, finding none other than the Riddler standing there. “Stand down, Riddler,” Damian said, holding out his sword, “We’ve got you now!”

Riddler snarled, backing into a defensive stance. “Robin! How did you possibly find me?”

Damian smirked, “The beginning of each clue was clearly spelling out your final location. I-C-E. I didn’t need to follow 5 more clues to figure that out.”

Riddler cursed. “Those clues weren’t for you! They were for--!”

Lucy came skipping up to join Damian. “Hi, Uncle Eddy!”

“Lucille!” Riddler said, immediately warming. “I had so many sights around Gotham for you to see, why’d you go skipping to the end?”

Lucy skipped up to him, and Damian was once again left dumbfounded. “My friend Birdy here isn’t much for riddles, I think,” she said, “Although he enjoyed the elephants! And he knew about the mining carts in the caves, I want to explore those later.”

‘Uncle Eddy’ hugged Lucy, and Damian came to his senses, “THIS is your uncle?!”

Lucy shrugged, “I mean, that’s what I call him. I met him when I was visiting Aunt Harley a few years ago.”

“I heard you had moved to Gotham full time,” Riddler said, “I wanted to be sure you saw the sights. But the bat-brats have to ruin everything I suppose.” Riddler glared at him, and he glared right back.

“I don’t-” Damian started, but cut himself off, “You can’t just be leaving BOMBS around the city!”

“Fireworks!” Lucy and Riddler both corrected.

“Whatever! They’re explosive and they’re dangerous!” Damian hated having to be the safety one. It felt wrong.

Riddler rolled his eyes. “He’s just as much a barrel of laughs as the big one.”

“Aw, he’s sweet, really,” Lucy said, coming over to Damian and linking their arms. “Aunt Harley and Batman set us up on our own little playdate.”

“It is NOT!” Damian said, squirming away from her, “It is NOT a playdate.”

“Uncle Eddy, can my friend Birdy have some Ice Cream too?” Lucy asked, ignoring him.

Riddler and Damian glared again. “Fine.” He pushed his own bowl of ice cream towards Damian and went to get his own. “It’s MYSTERY flavor!”

Damian looked at it hesitantly as Lucy sat down to enjoy. Riddler went back to the kitchen. “It’s coconut,” Lucy said, “But Uncle Eddy likes to think it’s a mystery, so I let him.”

Damian frowned at her. “You’re really weird.”

“Thank you!” Lucy said, patting the seat beside her. “Come on, even you had to admit you had fun today.”

Damian thought about the elephants, and skipping around with Lucy, and watching the fireworks at the mouth of the cave, and seeing her all excited about mining carts for some reason. “Fine,” he said, “But it’s NOT a playdate.”

“Alright, alright,” Lucy said, digging into her ice cream. “Just a regular date then.”

“I--” Damian started, his head exploding with so many protests that he ended up just short circuiting. Lucy continued chowing down on ice cream like she didn’t say anything of importance. So, Damian just sat beside her, and ate his own.

#lucy quinzel #damian wayne #batman #harley quinn #dc fanfic

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theyneedtobangstahp · 4 years

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Stray kids reaction to you falling asleep on them

First reaction and request !!!

Requested by @taeyongsweave :>

Genre:Fluff !

I got the gifs from pinterest so credits to the owners !! I kinda didn’t proofread ? I’m sorry if there spelling errors :<

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` C H A N ▪

Staying up until 3 am to finish homework while having a date the next morning with Chan was a bad idea. You wanted to finish the homework as soon as possible so you won't be stressing out while on the said date with Chan, so you pulled an all nighter just to finish it. What are you doing for a date? Oh you know just gonna watch the sunrise on the beach, and running on at least an hour of sleep before you two go was kind of a bad idea. You tried staying awake during the car ride there, listening to upbeat music, ordering coffee, and talking to Chan about everything so you won't get sleepy. But that 1 hour of sleep was really taking its toll on you.

"Baby? Are you okay? Are you sure you don't want to take a nap? We still have like 50 mins until we reach the beach, you can get some shut eye while we're still far." He says while gently squeezing your thighs.

"No, its fine. I wanna stay awake so you have company baby." You say as you take a sip of your coffee. "Okay baby if you insist. But when you really can't help it just sleep okay? I'll wake you up when we get there."

50 minutes went by and you guys arrive at the beach, not a lot of people are there to watch the sunrise so it was great for you both. Chan puts the blanket on the ground and you both sit together. You put your head on his shoulder and get comfortable while he rests his hand on your waist, drawing patterns absentmindedly while you both were staring into the ocean. "It's really peaceful here." You state as you hear the ocean waves and birds chirping. "Yeah, especially when you're here." He says while kissing the top of your head. You smile at this and you both enjoy the comfortable silence while waiting for the sunrise.

Minutes passed and Chan could see a little bit of orange peeking out from the horizon. "Babe look." He states while stealing a glance at you. But he notices your eyes closed and your soft breathing prominent against your chest. He chuckles at this, he told you to sleep while you guys were in the car, and yet you didn't listen. But Chan loved you very much so he decided not to wake you up, instead, he pulled you closer to him, kissed the top of your head and made sure you were comfortable, took out his phone to remember the moment and made it his lockscreen. All while thinking how you were so cute while you were sleeping and having the yellows and oranges of light paint your face, did he truly thank you for choosing him and not someone else. Chan truly loved you with all of his heart.

` M I N H O ▪

After a long day of school, all you wanted to do when you got home was crash on your bed and sleep the whole weekend. That was the plan. So when you got home, you didn’t expect Minho on the couch (which he kinda made into a fort that looks really comfy) with pizza on the table with your favorite drink and a movie ready to be played.

“You’re home!” He says while standing up and hugging you, his (now yours also) 3 cats also welcoming you home. You hug him back and nuzzle your face in his neck. “I’m so tired.”

“I know baby, thats why I made this. Now go upstairs and change into your pajamas, we’re gonna relax all weekend, we deserved it.” He pecks your lips and gently pushes you into your room to change. 5 minutes later and you guys are cuddled up on the fort he made, with Soon-ie, Doong-ie, and Dori also snuggled up next to you guys. You put you head on Minho’s chest and he starts patting your head. Both of you watch the movie, but halfway through it you feel your eyelids drooping and you really wanted to fight it because times like this with Minho were kinda rare because of both your busy schedules. But you can’t help it, everything was just so relaxing and comfortable, and before you knew it you were asleep. Minho kinda didn’t notice at first because he was so immersed in the film but when he asked you a question and didn’t get an answer he glanced at you and noticed you were fast asleep. He just kinda looks at you, not in a weird way, in a wow-I-really-love-you-and-I-kinda-maybe-wanna-spend-my-life-with-you kinda look. You just looked so adorable and soft, and his heart was melting more when Dori cuddled up to you from behind. He can get used to this, days where you guys were just relaxing with the cats, like a family.

` C H A N G B I N ▪

Changbin and you were only on the first stages of your relationship. You guys haven’t even had your first kiss yet. You both were just really shy because you liked each other so much, and God forbid if he saw you sleeping. Nope, you weren’t letting him see you sleep. It’s cause you had this habit of opening your mouth when you sleep, and for you it was not flattering, especially when you drool, for you it was your least favorite part about your sleeping habits. Why can’t everyone just sleep cutely? Like the ones in the movies. So when Changbin invited you over to the dorms and you stayed there until 1am, he insisted you stayed the night.

“No, It’s fine Binnie, I can walk myself home, it’s not that far.”

“What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let my baby walk alone at this time of night? Come on babe just stay, please?” He says while giving you a cute pout. Who can resist his pout? No one. “Okay fine, but I need to borrow some clothes, I didn’t pack any. Also no funny business okay.”

“I promise. I respect you so much that no funny business will happen without your consent, okay ?” He leads you to his room, which he shares with the other boys, kinda uncomfortable because a handful of the boys will see your sleeping face, but you can just sleep facing the wall and hope that you won’t move as much through the night. You change into changbins sweats and tshirt, which was really big on you but he insisted that it looked just fine. Okay now you guys were kinda facing the ceiling, yes, both of you were. As I said you both were on your first months of dating so cuddling or even sharing a bed was very new to the both of you guys.

“Uhm.. Are you comfortable?” He asks. “Kinda? I think I’m gonna sleep on my side so I can get comfortable. Goodnight Binnie.” You say and kiss his cheek, turning to your left side.

“Oof, Changbin won’t get cuddles tonight, I owe Seungmin money now.” Minho states as he looks over at both of you. “Shut it.” Changbin says giving Minho a glare. Minho puts his hands up and faces the other side. You chuckle at this and internally apologize to Changbin.

Next morning rolls by and Changbin can’t feel his left arm. He was confused as to why, but when he saw you next to him and hugging his torso, while your mouth was open, looking like a literal angel to Changbin, he didn’t mind too much. He lets you sleep a few more minutes, just admiring your beauty and being thankful that he convinced you to stay the night.

“Awww, why you gotta cuddle? Now I owe Minho hyung money.” Seungmin says as he peeks inside the room. “Quiet, Y/N is still sleeping.” Seungmin glances at you and laughs a little. “Are you sure she’s asleep? Kinda looks a little dead to me.” Changbin Chucks a pillow at his face which makes him leave the room. “Don’t listen to him baby, you look really cute right now while you’re sleeping.” He says while moving away stray hairs that was covering your face. As if you could hear him, you smile while you were sleeping and Changbin could feel his heart beat ten times faster because of you.

` H Y U N J I N ▪

Sitting on the dance studio's couch at 1 am wearing Hyunjins oversized sweater and shorts was not what you expected your friday night would be. Hyunjin called you over at midnight asking you to come and keep him company while he practiced the new choreo that was taught. You being crazy, agreed and went to where he was.

An hour passed of him doing the same move, you got worried. You knew that when Hyunjin over exerted himself he would get sick. And you didn't want him sick. He was extra clingy ang whiny when he got sick. Not that you minded, it was just you didn't get to finish anything when he was sick cause he will trap you in his arms the whole day.

"Hyunjin I think you should rest. You've been doing that move for over an hour. You're going to get sick if you don't rest and drink water." You say while already holding his bottle of water. He looks at you and sees just how small you looked wearing his sweater. He can't just say no when it comes to you.

"Okay-" He stops the music and walks over to you. "-just for 15 minutes though. I really need to get this one right." He sits next to you and gets the water bottle that you were handing to him. Giving you a peck on the cheek as a thank you. You rest your head back and close your eyes.

"Wake me up in 15 minutes okay? If I hear the music playing again or hear your sneakers I will drag you out of here and take you home." You say to him.

"Ooh, my baby is feisty tonight." He jokingly says. "Okay y/n I'll wake you up in 15 minutes. But I think you'll get a stiff neck if you sleep like that. Why don't you put your head on my lap? So that you're comfortable and it ensures that I stay here?"

"Nice thinking babe." You say as you put your head on his lap. He pats your head to help you fall asleep faster. "Oh when we get home you need to shower right away okay? We can't risk you getting sick." You say and shiver a little because of your exposed legs.

Hyunjin notices this and reaches inside his bag. Pulling out a jacket, he unzips it and puts it on your legs.

"Okay baby, will do." He continues patting your head, and soon enough he can hear your light snores and the subtle twitching of your fingers. Small habits that you have when you sleep. You looked so cute like this. Although Hyunjin was kind of sorry because he asked you to go to the studio at midnight.

"I can't believe you went here wearing shorts. What if some creep saw you? I won't be there to protect you." He frowns at this. "I'm sorry Y/N. Next time I'll just go home and cuddle you where you can sleep comfortably." He admires you for a couple of minutes, not realizing that his head was slowly leaning back and his eyes closing. The day of dancing was finally gaining up to him. Next thing you guys knew, it was already morning and Hyunjin was was hot to the touch.

"You didn't get to shower! Now you're sick!" You say to him.

"Hehe, I'm sorry baby." He says innocently smiling at you.

`J I S U N G ▪

Jisung was on the bed on his phone, playing with the other boys. While you on the other hand was drowning yourself in homework for the past 2 hours. Jisung actually came home 30 minutes ago and kissed your cheek then played on his phone. He knew not to disturb you so much when you were doing your homework because when you got motivated to do your work, you don’t take a break, because if you take a break, you will procrastinate the whole day so you just hope to finish your work before 5pm so you have time to cuddle your boyfriend. 30 minutes later you close your book very loudly and practically throw yourself on Jisung who was still playing on his phone.

“Boyfriend I now acquire attention.” You say as you cuddle his chest with his arms around you so he can still continue playing the racing game. “Wait baby one more round with the boys and I’m all yours.” minutes passed and you felt your eyelids get heavy. All the hours of being slouched on your desk answering the homework really got to you. You snuggle closer to Jisung, your face squeezed on the crook of his neck. You give him a peck there before closing your eyes.

Jisung closes his phone and puts it on the bedside table. He bear hugs you and kisses your crown. “Should I wake you up? Nah you look cute right now, I can’t wake you up now.” He says in a baby voice to your sleeping form. “I can like scream right now and wake you up? A fun way to wake someone up, don’t you think baby?” Jisung was a weirdo. He moved you a little so he can entangle your legs together. He puts the blanket up to your chin to ensure that you won’t get cold and hugs you closer.

“I can’t do that to you baby. You look so cute when you sleep I can’t possibly ruin it by screaming into your ears. I love you so much sweet dreams sweetheart.” He says as he places a last kiss on your head and drifts of to sleep with you.

` F E L I X ▪

Being bestfriends with Felix was very tiring, in a good way. He was always hyper and a living meme. Everytime you were with him was like being with a 6 year old with a sugar rush all day. But thats why you loved him. Yep, you loved him, you don’t know when it started, maybe it was when he brought you to your favorite cafe when you got a bad score to cheer you up, or when he smiles at you and waves when he sees you in the distance, or maybe when he does this dance when he wins a game and he sometimes asks you to join him dance. Maybe it was all of it. So when Felix texted you that he was coming over you started preparing when he was gonna come to your house. Preparing by putting on lip tint and washing your face to look a tad bit presentable.

“Woah, are you wearing lip tint? You never wear lip tint at home though?” He asks as he takes off his shoes by the door. “I was having a little selfie session before you came?” You said, well by the way you said it, it kinda sounded like a question. “Really? Send them to me, I need a new homescreen.” You stop at this. “I’m your homescreen?”

“Well, yeah, who else would be my homescreen? I saw your phone, and I was your homescreen so it’s normal right?” Ouch yeah, it is normal, you both were bestfriends for so long that this was normal for you guys. “I mean, sure, I’ll send them to you.”

You both go to your room and he jumps on your bed. “So what do wanna do?” He asks. “Weren’t you the one that invited yourself? I thought you had a plan?” He shrugs at this. “I’m just winging everything at this point Y/N, mostly with maths, yeah that one, I’m really winging that one.” You laugh at this. “Want me to teach you?”

“Aren’t you also kinda failing math?” “Look lets just watch a tutorial or something so we both learn.” You say as you get your laptop and put it at the end of the bed. “But thats boring, I came here to spend time with you, not learn.” You pass him your notes and put your head on his lap. “Look, I’m not failing math, I’m good at it, average at best, but you. All I can say is you need this more than I do Lix. So just watch one episode and I’ll just be here monitoring your work.” You say as you pick a lesson that you previously had at school. “And why is your head is on my lap?” He asks. “Cause it’s comfy, now go and learn!” You say as you play the video. Felix seems to be immersed and learning things cause he was writing stuff on your notes and answering the questions the video asks. Kinda boring now because you didn’t expect Felix to actually answer them. So you decide to take a nap while he was preoccupied.

“Hey if x is equal to 82 then the answer would be-” He glances at you and sees that you were asleep. He stops the video and puts the notebook down. “What are you doing to me Y/N?” He asks himself in particular. Felix had this crush on you, and he definitely knows when it started. He didn’t really know if you also had feelings for him, he doesn’t wanna do something that can make things awkward so he just keeps his mouth shut. But while you were looking so cute sleeping on his lap, he just can’t help but take a picture. So he does, he takes a picture of the mirror on the front of your bed and puts a hand on your head. “Cute” He says as he makes it his lockscreen photo, saving the homescreen for the selfies you were gonna send him later. Maybe one day he’ll confess, but while he doesn’t have the courage yet, he’ll just admire you from the sides.

` S E U N G M I N ▪

You and Seungmin woke up extra early today because he invited you over for a beach day with the boys. When you guys arrived, they were all ready to jump in the water, but you being the mom in your friend group stopped them.

"Guys! You haven't put on sunscreen yet!" You say as you wave the sunscreen up. They all stop halfway through and runs back to you. You laugh at them of how cute they look right now. Once they were done they bolted back into the water.

The boys left you with Seungmin. "I'll help you set up babe." He says while grabbing an umbrella from you.

"No! I'll set up while you-" You take the umbrella from his hands. "-have fun with the boys. This is rare that you guys get to have a rest day, and let alone do it on the beach. So you leave this to me and you go have fun with the boys." You say while pushing him near the ocean.

"But-"

"No buts! Now go have fun!" You turn away from him covering your ears to show that whatever he says will not make you change your mind. He smiles at you, even though you weren't looking at him, then runs over to where the boys were, joining in on the fun.

The day consisted of you taking care of the boys. Making sure everyone ate well and applied sunscreen again before going in the water. After lunch, Seungmin came up to you, all wet because of the ocean.

"Come on Y/N join us!" He says while trying to get you up from your sitting position on the blanket.

"I'll stay here Seung. No one will look after our belongings if I join you guys so I'll just stay." You say trying to convince him.

"Chan is gonna rest for a while, he can watch our things while he rests and you can join us. Come on we haven't even taken photos yet." He says pouting at you. How can you resist the pout? You agree and he takes your hand in his and runs to the water.

You guys have fun splashing around all day. When it was time to leave, everyone was exhausted. The drive home was silent, apart from the calm music that was playing on the speakers. You and Seungmin were at the back, your head on his shoulders and his head leaning on yours.

"Thanks for inviting me Seung, I had a really fun day." You say while closing your eyes. The tiring day taking its toll on you.

"I'm glad you had fun babe. But all you did was look after us. I really appreciate that babe, but I feel bad that you only got to enjoy the beach for a few hours. You set up everything and even grilled for us! I'm really thank-" He stops mid sentence cause he notices how your head was hanging lower and lower from the bumps that you guys were passing by. He holds your head and sighs. You probably were very tired from all the things you did the whole day.

He felt guilty, but when he looked at the photos you guys took, he saw how your eyes were sparkling while splashing him with water, and how your smile was so big when you guys managed to bury Chan in the sand. He smiles and holds your hand, whispering something to you even though he knows you can’t hear him.

"I love you very much."

` J E O N G I N ▪

Jeonginie, sweet baby uwu.

So you and Jeongin were really good friends. Both of you became close because some of your friends were friends with his friends. So you guys kinda had this big ass group that did everything together. Hence the weekly movie night at one of your friends place. You guys squeezed next to each other, feeling awkward cause you both weren’t used to being this close. Everyone was immersed in the film, except Jeongin. The poor boy couldn’t think straight with how close you were to each other. The only thing running through his head was “Oh my God, oh my God, can they feel my heart beating so fast? Am I too tense? What if they think I’m weird that I’m just sitting here? Of course you’re just gonna sit Jeongin you’re watching a movie.” He continues to have thoughts like this running through his head, not thinking about the facial expressions he was showing.

“Are you okay Innie?” What were you doing to him? When you said his nickname he felt like his heart was gonna combust. “O-oh? Y-yeah I’m good.” He says while sitting straighter than before. “If you say so.” You say and face the tv. You subconsciously put your head on his shoulder and I kid you not, he almost malfunctions. He was so red and he was shifting so much that you thought he wasn’t comfortable, so you took your head off of his shoulder. “Sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

“No it’s nothing like that y/n. It’s just.. Look it’s fine if you do it I don’t mind.” He awkwardly reaches for your head and puts it on his shoulder. You get comfortable and Jeongin is still kinda tense but you don’t mind. 10 minutes later he feels your head was slowly slipping from his shoulder, he gently holds your head and adjust his seat so your head can comfortably rest on his shoulder while you were sleeping.

He looks around to see if any of your friends notice what was going on and breathes out when he sees that everyone was still watching and paying no mind to both of you. He gently caresses your hair and appreciates how peaceful you look right now. Damn, he was whipped for you and for you only. He doesn’t notice it, but he eventually falls asleep too. You both wake up when hushed whispers and the sound of clicking is heard around you. Not to mention a flash that was so strong it almost blinded you by how close it was to your face.

“Jisung! We told you to take the flash off!” You hear one of your friends whisper. “I’m sorry I thought I had it off!” Jisung says. You open your eyes and the sight that greets you is your friends and their phones close to your face.

“What are you guys doing?” You say as you rub your eyes. “You and Jeongin just looked so cute while sleeping we needed to take pictures.” She shoves her phone to your face and you have to admit, you guys do look cute together.

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lilyclawthorne · 3 years

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back at it again with all my thoughts while watching Echoes of the Past

PAST EDA PAST EDA PAST EDA

can't tell if lilith has already broken or if she's truly always loved watching paint dry but my money's on the former

LUZ! GLYPHS! INIVISIBLE!!!

oh my god, luz and lilith are huge fucking nerds over glyphs and i am here for it

lilith perhaps instead of thinking you know everything about history from being a scholar in the coven, perhaps you should consider that belos wiped shit from history

remember when we were all like, king and lilith will get along?? they certainly aren’t here.

"he called me ignorant!! me!?" lilith pls it's only been like 2 weeks since you left the coven

anyways between the fact that she briefly mentioned belos earlier and that she's appalled to be called ignorant i'm gonna say lilith definitely still has conflicted feelings about the emperor and the covens as a whole

anyways i think hooty is somehow even more obnoxious after becoming friends with lilith

it's lilith's fault we all had to listen to hooty remove himself.

PORTAHOOTY REPORTING FOR HOOTY

eda in bathrobe 👀i am gay

"oh no not again" eda how many times has this happened

WHY DOES EDA JUST HAVE THAT BATH TUB THING

"this island shouldn't be here, it's not on any maps" yeah because someone probably doesn't want people to know about it

headcanon rn that eda taught luz to graffiti

"history mystery" LILITH YOU NERD I LOVE YOU

confirmed luz is actual sweetheart but we knew that

"who knows what other parts of history we scholars have missed" you didn't miss them!! i guarantee they've been erased on purpose by emperor asshat

love the subtle acknowledgements that eda is definitely just getting drunk off apple blood

pls all these guard things sitting in their holes in the wall is giving me enigma of amigara fault vibes and anything that reminds me of that makes me feel sick

"my lord" lilith pls no. i really think how quickly she switched over to believing him and calling him lord demonstrates just how much her time in the coven has made her susceptible to believing or trusting things with the slightest bit of proof

WHY ARE WE RUNNING YOU BOTH HAVE A STAFF SURELY THATS FASTER

eda knows this thing can't get past the barrier so it's understandable she's not running, but i hate that lilith saw it coming to attack and just kinda braced herself. when eda tried to hurt her in ybos we assumed it was cause she felt she deserved it but now im wondering if just bracing herself to take whatever is coming is lilith's common response and if so that's concerning ok maybe I looked at this wrong and she’s just trying to protect Eda but still there’s a sense of be willing to get hurt there.

BABY KING!!

DOES DANA VOICE BABY KING??

i, uh, wow, this does feel kinda messed up on eda's end for creating this fantasy for king and lying about it for years. i mean i think she had good intentions keeping it up, but uh yeah finding out a truth like that can mess a person up

"i can't tell what's real and what's fake" of all the characters i'd expect to make me cry, king wasn't at the top of my list but uh this line did it in for me. i mean that certainly sums up what uncovering repressed memories can feel like, or at least in my experience it does. it's really scary to remember things all of a sudden and not know what to believe anymore, even if it's stuff from your own mind. it can make you feel crazy, so i empathize with king a lot here

pls that was such a sweet interaction between eda and king

PLEASE I LOVE THIS:

they're using luz's new glyph combo!!

KINGS EYES ARE SO SHINY FOR A HOT SEC

KINGS DAD????

also is king like younger than Luz. if he was looking like a baby 8 years ago he can’t be much older than that.

nope nope nope i hate that they did in fact take the thing home

#toh #the owl house #owl house #toh season two #echoes of the past

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ellitx · 3 years

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I feel like Himmel would be the most sensual and gentle with making love to his darling for the first time (and every time but especially the first) like imagine you come back from work or school and he offers you massage or to draw you a hot bath to relax and things get spicy from there ~ scenario below- !!smut scroll fast if you dont wanna see it!! (Kinda long im sorry)

"Is everything alright y/n..? If theres anything I can do to help you just let me know." Your lover offers. you had been through a stressful week with finals and work. You roll your neck and shoulders with a sigh and say

"Hmm.. a massage would be nice~" you sigh out looking up at him with doe like eyes. Its been about 6 months into your relationship and really wanting things to get more intimate, but were a bit too shy to bring it up directly, you didnt want to accidentally make him uncomfortable.

He goes slightly wide-eyed at your requests but braces his nerves, he really wanted to progress things with you but he's a bit nervous doing something so sensual for the first time. Hes only really gone as far as a few chaste kisses and long hugs.

"O-okay! Could you lay down for me?" Himmel says trying to hide his nervousness. You nod and proceed to lay down on your stomach with your arms under your head as support. He takes a moment to eye your beautiful form, every dip and curve, with your thighs out on display from the rather short skirt and stockings your wearing.

"Its really my lower back thats bothering me..~" you again sigh out in almost a teasing tone hoping he'll get the message.

"Alright just let me know if anything I do makes you uncomfortable.." He says sitting besides you and gently placing his hands on your waist, swallowing hard and beginning to work out the tension.

"A little lower--" you say while adjusting yourself slightly rubbing your legs together and moving your hips slowly to get in a more comfortable position. Himmels feels the tips of his ears burn as he couldn't help but watch your rather suggestive movements.

"Uhh.. okay! How about here..?" He cautiously moves his hands down your spine until they rest atop your hips and begins to massage into them.

"Ahh~ Himmel.. so good.." you breathe out feeling the tension leaving your back but build up somewhere else. He was very good with his hands, and you couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to have him massage other areas.

He leans abit into it applying more pressure, the sounds you made were ethereal to him, it turned him on so much and he couldn't help himself from wanting to go further so he bends down to kiss the back of your neck

"Y/n I love you.. but I can't help but want more.." he wispers and begins nibbling at the top of your ear, making you release a small shakey moan it was finally happening. You thought he almost didn't have an interest in you until now

"Mhmm.. I want the same Himmel.." you turn your body fully till you were on your back with both of his arms around you, he reaches for your hands and intertwines them with his own, pressing his forehead to yours then bringing his lips to meet yours in a kiss that made your heart race.

"We'll go slow.. okay.. I just want you to feel good.." He hushed bringing a hand to stroke your hair, nodding you lean in to kiss him again with him shifting himself to lay ontop of you, he really loves feeling both of your bodies pressed together with locked lips, tongues gently brushing together.

You spread your legs almost instinctually and held on to his shoulders as he begins to let his hands wander to your breast giving them a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft moan that makes him pull away and lock eyes with you with a slightly furrowed brow.

"You okay?" He questions concerned but you quickly reassure him by grabbing his hand that still lay on your breast and give it a squeeze yourself

"Its alright, Himmel.. I want this just as much.. you don't have to hold back, I want you to do whatever you want with me" you plead with your face painted red with blush you grind your hips against his, wrapping your legs around his.

"Nng.. y/n..!" He buried his face into the crook of your neck and began giving soft love bites letting on of his hands wander lower and lower until they reach the hem of your skirt wanting so badly to see you moan and writhe under him and to see his hand covered in your essence

"May I..?" He still wanted consent for this, he can't get any enjoyment if he forces himself onto you, but immediately gets his answer when you begin to pull down your soaked panties, wide eyed he admires the strings of slick stuck to them.

"Please... Just.. Ahhh..~" He had slowly pushed two fingers into your needy core, slowly curling and pumping them into you, it was better than you imagined he was already hitting that spot that sends extacy through you.

"More Himmel..! Nng.." He didn't know if he could get anymore heated, his member ached to feel your walls clench around him, but it was tightly restrained in his pants and it almost hurt . You were too much, too beautiful, too perfect and he wanted to have all of you.

Beginning to pump his hand faster, he removes his pants to alleviate some pressure. Looking down to see how hard he was all you wanted was to feel how he split you open.

"Its so good..Haa..! Im right there..!!" Feeling that spring in your core unwind you spill your essence onto him, but you wanted him to feel you, to feel his cock buried deep inside you.

"Yes.. y/n.." He moans out admiring the amount of slick you spilt "I want to go all the way" He says and gradually positions himself between your legs with the tip of his length brushing against your entrance

"Haa.. me too my love" you breathe as you lean in to kiss him once more while grasping onto his hands firmly. His breath hitches as he slowly sheathed himself within your tight walls still pulsating from your previous high, it was so much better than he'd ever imagine he just wants to rut into deeply into you but knows he needs to be gentle as the last thing he wants to do is cause you pain.

"Haa.. you can move.. I'm okay" you felt so full and warm, so full of him. He gently grips your hips and thrust into you, sending waves of pleasure though him, your tight core was perfectly fitted to him feeling so complete attached to you

"Nng.. Y/n.. I love you so much.. more!" His pace and breathing increases as his hold on you tightens almost being clouded by pleasure. You wrap your legs around his waist granting him even more access to you hitting deep within in you, you felt your core tighten around him feeling your end coming a bit too quickly

"H-Himmel..! Im so close..!" Hearing you moan his name almost made him come undone, throwing your legs over his shoulders thrusting into you as deeply as he could chasing his own high. Griping onto him as you climax spilling all that you had onto him he pushed himself into a few more times before pulling out and releasing into the sheets.

Pulling you close after with heavy breaths he wispers "I hope I was able to take some of the stress away.." you nod as you pull yourself closer to him to let a lull like state wash over you.

-💚 (sorry if long skdjd)

mlem 😋

#submission #ellianswers #💚 anon #himmel x reader #venti brainrot

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sicjimin · 3 years

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—Little Min's Discovery (2/2)

The day going rather smoothly up after late afternoon, where Yoongi and Seokjin currently bickering in the kitchen, try to make some cupcakes.

"Yoongi, you put too much flour in that. It won't bake perfectly!"

"No hyung, it's the perfect amount! and I didn't add that much though, only a few spoons. ", Yoongi insist. Later he offers a small spoon of mixture to Seokjin for him to taste, "Hyung, try this. Do you think I need to add another spoon of chocolate?"

Seokjin opens his mouth as his eyes are still fixed in the batter below him. Yoongi put the tip of the spoon to his mouth, making the mixture dissolve into his taste buds. It's good, but Seokjin didn't know what's wrong with his body response that makes throat immediately tightens when the sweet taste of chocolate down. His body jolted with a harsh gag, makes him quickly brings his body to the sink. A trickle of clear bile dripping from his mouth. He could hear Yoongi's confused voice, "Hyung? Is it that bad?"

Seokjin that still battled with wave nausea that suddenly rushes after him quickly shakes his head, "No no, It's good though you don't need to add chocolate", Seokjin manages to let out the words before a small stream of vomit spills to the sink below. "Fuck", he curses under his breath. Why he's suddenly so nauseous though?

Yoongi brings his feet into his husband that still bending over the sink, rubbing his back that curving every one minute letting out either a harsh gag or just a trickle of vomit.

"Hyung, let's go to the doctor. You've been sick since last night"

Seokjin pants, his stomach hurt so bad after all the contraction it did to send his breakfast out. He buried his hand in his hands, "No .. don't wanna go there", his voice cracked in the end.

"But babe .. "

"No! Yoongi for god sakes just hear me this once!", Seokjin snapped. He gasps quietly when he could see Yoongi flinched a little.

" Yoongichi .. I'm sorry", he quivers. Tears start welling in his eyes. He really didn't mean to snap like that, it's just he's tired from constant vomiting and Yoongi's rambling just adding to his overthink. Yoongi looks away, turned his attention to the cake again, "Yeah I know you're sorry. I'm sorry too for worried that much. Let's just finish this you must be tired", he says but his tone. it's distant. Seokjin knows he messed up. He goes back to the cake, hurriedly finished it in silence.

Seokjin finished his cake, he put off the apron and clears his throat, "I will go to bed. I still feel bad", he says weakly. Still not sure how to approach Yoongi that seems distant. Yoongi just nods —usually, he will cling to Seokjin and following him upstairs, but that's understandable. It's purely Seokjin's fault to dismiss the younger feelings. He swallows down a lump of tears that itching on his throat and retreats himself upstairs.

When Yoongi heard the bedroom doors clicked, thats when he sagged his body. He buried his head in his hands, he's so tired. He's not that mad to Seokjin —well a little bit pissed since Seokjin just stepped on his feeling when he wants nothing but care to the older— but more to confused? Seokjin is the most patient person he ever met. So, why he suddenly snapped on matters that aren't too important? Yoongi clicks his tongue and tidies up the kitchen. He's glad his parent still outside during their .. argument.

He walks outside to the balcony, inhaling the fresh scent of non-polluted air. He didn't know how long he has been staying outside but he later heard a loud commotion of his mom and father entering the house. He brings his legs to them and picks some groceries to put it on the table.

"Where's your husband?", his Eomma asks. Yoongi that currently take out groceries from one bag, stopped his movement. " Um.. he's upstairs. Sleeping I guess?", he answer hesitantly.

And his Eomma obviously would notice, "Did something happen?"

"Umm.. nothing that big. We just had arguments"

"What arguments?", his mother pushed. Yoongi averts his gaze, " He was sick again earlier, i don't know what's wrong but he got mad when i asked him to go to see a doctor", he explains. His hand fiddling with the corner of his shirt, God, he felt like he was 5 years old all over again getting scolded by his parents.

"Huh? You sure just that? Seokjin isn't like that though?", Yoongi's mom tilted her head, confused. Yoongi sighed, if he was holding back, now he isn't. He let out his frustration, " I know Eomma that's why I am as confused as you are now", Yoongi ruffled his hair.

Then they sat in silence, mind busy on their own, until one question from his mother makes Yoongi's heart skipped a beat, "Yoongi"

"Hum?"

"Are you expecting?", blunt and straightforward. That's so his mom, Yoongi thought. Yoongi whined, he could feel the warmth crept to his cheeks, " Eomma that's privacy?"

"No, serious Yoongi, are you?"

Yoongi scratches his neck, "Umm .. yes. We've been tried since 3 months ago though"

Yoongi's mom's eyes lit up, she scrambled from her seat and ran to the bathroom downstairs. Yoongi watched him with tons of question marks on his head, she just ask that and .. gone?

It didn't took long until she is back with a little box in her hands, still looking as cheerful as she was earlier, "Here, give this to Seokjin. Just says that I am the one who gives this so he won't be able to reject you, okay? And run downstairs if he already did and tell me the results"

Yoongi's eyes widened at the sight, a testpack. "Eomma ...", he trailed off. " Sshh, just trust me Yoongi-ah. A mother's instinct would never fail", she gives him a wink before pushed him to go to his room.

Yoongi stands in front of his room for a second. Breathing nervously before knocking on the door. He hears a faint, "Come in" from inside. He opened the door and immediately meet with his husband figures curled under the blanket. The older looks so small like that. He sighed fondly, all the confusion and anger he felt earlier just dissipated, changing with guilty for even get upset on Seokjin earlier.

"Yoongichi", Seokjin calls out with his raspy voices.

"Hyung .. I'm sorry for earlier"

"No no .. I'm the one who's sorry. You did nothing wrong babe, i just.. don't know why i suddenly snapped like that. I know you mean well and you just worrying over me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't step on your feelings like that. I really don't know why I act like that .. it just .. I'm tired of being sick and all of this just overwhelm—", Seokjin cuts off as Yoongi's fingers up to his lips. " Hyung, you're rambling", the younger says while giggling.

Oh. Now its Seokjin's cheeks turn to painted with a faint red of blush. Yoongi cupped his hands over Seokjin's, "You did nothing wrong hyung. I'm not gonna lie, I'm kinda surprised and .. upset when you snapped at me like that. But its fine, we're fine"

Seokjin smiles as he nuzzled his head to Yoongi's hands. The younger fingers automatically play with the caramel hair. They fall silent for a minute, too comfortable with these vibes. Yoongi's eyes wander around the room until he catches the sight of a trashcan near their bed. He peeked inside and he could see some of the snacks and bottles last night got covered with .. is that vomit? and some tissues.

"Hyung?"

"Hm?"

"Have you been sick again?", Yoongi asks. He could feel Seokjin move under his hands, " Mhm, earlier after I got here I got sick again. I didn't manage to go to the bathroom so .."

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Still nauseous", Seokjin answered. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat, maybe ... maybe his mother could be right.

Yoongi clears his throat, "Hyung, my mother gives me this for you", he pulls the box from his pocket. Seokjin peeked up from his position and his eyes widened, " Yoongi..."

"Just .. try it please?"

Seokjin accepts that box with hesitation, his heart beats faster. A little feel of hope start blooming in his chest and just got bigger as he walk to the bathroom.

5 minutes. Its been 5 minutes since Seokjin got in the bathroom. Yoongi has been jittery in his seat. He almost jumped when he sees Seokjin walks from the bathroom. The older eyes were puffy and Yoongi's mind automatically thinks the worst. His heart sinks, but he mustered a smile. He cant be sad in front of his husband, right?

One thing that caught him off guard was how Seokjin launched himself forward and hug him so tight, making the younger crash to bed. He didn't get time to process everything before Seokjin kiss his cheeks several times, "Wait wait, HYUNG! Let me breathe!!", Yoongi yelps in between giggles.

"Yoongichi, i love you", Seokjin blurted out as he pushes himself of Yoongi. Maybe it was a roommate bond or they just too long being with each other, Yoongi got a message.

"You're not messing with me, right? I would file a divorce if you're joking right now", Yoongi says seriously, earned a pillow on his face.

"Do you want me to be a single parent? find then ! I will find a sugar daddy to take care of us!", Seokjin sulking but still can't hold a smile that spread on his face.

Then the situation turn 180°, "Kim Seokjin, I love you", Yoongi mustered in between peppering his husband with kisses.

Yoongi makes a mental note to thank his mother and her motherly instinct. It's true, it's never wrong.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #caretaker!yoongi #sick!seokjin #another mpreg fic

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easily-infatuated23 · 4 years

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Lark and Robin

a/n: i love spencer reid so get ready for more of everyone’s favorite fbi agent and doctor. also i’m imagining season 10 reid hair

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

summary: Spencer meets a girl in a museum, could this be the start of something?

There is nothing as incredible as the ambiance of a museum. It creates a sort of melancholy feeling that prompts introspection. At least, that’s how see felt. “Can’t we move a bit faster please?? It’s bad enough that you wanted to spend part of your day off in a museum, but all of it?” She looked at James. She loved her long time best friend but he had the patience of a toddler. “No! You have to really take in the art here. The National Gallery has some incredible pieces” she said. They walked over to a Degas painting depicting dancers. “I mean look at this, look at the brush strokes and the colors, it’s just… beautiful” she said with a sigh. James rolled his eyes. “I saw a sign for a cafe on the next floor, I’ll just wait for you there”. She waved him off as he moved swiftly out of the gallery. She sat down on a bench facing the Degas painting and admired the artistry. She was alone in this small offshoot of the larger museum. It was peaceful. When she noticed another person enter the room she thought nothing of it, as long as they were quiet. The stranger approached her and spoke.

“Do you mind if I join you on the bench?” he asked timidly. “Not at all” she said, flashing a cheerful smile. He flashed a small smile back and sat down beside her. He was wearing a button down shirt and a tie, his hair was a bit shaggy and he was wearing a brown satchel. She leaned a bit closer to him and spoke. “Of all of Degas’s work, I think this is one of my favorites” she said, pointing at the piece titled “Four Dancers”. He nodded. “Yes, Degas actually painted quite a few dancers. He placed a lot of importance on the analysis of gestures and positions in his artistic style” he replied. “Dancers are the perfect subjects then. I used to dance in high school and there was a lot of analysis based on our positions” she added. He nodded. “What brings you to a museum in the middle of the day on a Thursday?” she asked. “Oh um well I’m trying to make the most of my day off before I inevitably get called into work. What about you?” he replied. “Same here. Although I run my own business so I don’t have to worry about getting called in”. “Oh that’s awesome! What do you do?” he asked, turning his body towards her enthusiastically. “I run a new and used bookshop near Dupont Circle called ‘Lark and Robin’s Hideaway’”. The man nodded again. “Why Lark and Robin?” he asked. “My best friend James and I opened it about a year ago. As kids we gave each other nick names, he was Lark and I was Robin so it only seemed fit to incorporate them into the name”. “Thats really cool” he said. “I love books, I try to read at least one or two a day”. “One or two a day? That’s incredible. I can barely get through one in a month! I’ve always been a slow reader” she said laughing.

Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Garcia, informing him that they had just gotten a case. Damn. He was really enjoying this small interaction. “Duty calls, I’ve gotta head out.” he said, a tone of disappointment in his voice. “Yeah of course. You should stop by the store some time, we pride ourselves on having some pretty rare books.” “Ok yeah maybe I will” he replied. She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. “Here take this. I’m Y/N by the way”. He took the card and put it in his pocket. “I’m Spencer” he said smiling. She smiled back at him as she watched him walk out of the gallery. He was relived she didn’t try to shake his hand. It was always awkward when he met someone and had to refuse their hand shake, but, she hadn’t even stuck her hand out. Although she didn’t know it, that made a big impression on him.

When he met the rest of the team in briefing room, he felt everyone staring at him. “What?” he asked defensively. “Pretty boy, you have got the biggest smile on your face” Derek joked. Spencer scoffed. “Am I not allowed to be happy?” JJ and Garcia looked at each other and laughed. For the rest of the case, Spencer kept catching himself smiling and thinking about Y/N. On the plane ride home, he pulled her business card out of his pocket and looked at it. It was a beautiful card. It had blue and gold lettering with two little birds on it. “Hey Reid, whatcha got there?” Rossi asked. “Oh um a business card for a book store in Dupont Circle. I met the owner at the National Gallery before the case”. Rossi raised his eyebrows and nodded. JJ laughed again. “What?” Spencer was truly confused. It seemed like everybody knew something he didn’t. “Let me guess, this owner was a woman?” JJ asked. “Yeah why?” Derek pulled his headphones off and leaned over to Spencer. “You clearly have a thing for this girl”. “That’s ridiculous. I just met her! I’m just happy that there are still small bookstores out there” Spencer said defensively.

When they landed, Spencer decided that before going home, it was worth checking out ‘Lark and Robin’s Hideaway’. By the time he got there, it had started to get dark. As he approached the store, he admired the royal blue door before pulling it open. A little golden bell at the top of the door chimed as he entered. “Welcome to ‘Lark and Robin’s Hideaway’ let me know if you need any assistance!” The voice was familiar. It was Y/N. Spencer continued into the store and was delighted to see high shelves stacked with as many books as possible. They were so packed in fact, that the books were overflowing into piles beside the shelves. He walked further in and stopped at the check out desk in the middle of the store. “Oh Spencer hello! It’s good to see you again.” Y/N smiled and tucked her Y/H/C hair behind her ears. “Hi again, I wanted to come as soon as I got off work”. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “You just got off work? It’s Tuesday.” He chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah I have to travel for my job so I sometimes am non stop working for days at a time”. “Wow, that sounds exhausting. I appreciate you coming in then.” He shrugged. “I was curious”. “Are you looking for anything in particular?” He thought for a moment. He hadn’t actually considered what would happen this far into his plan. “Not really, got any recommendations?” “I personally love novels so how about….” she walked over to a shelf and scanned the titles. “This” she said finally, presenting Spencer with a book. He read the title. “Unwind by Neal Shusterman. What’s it about?” he asked. “It’s a fictional story that has a really interesting take on the abortion debate. It’s kinda spooky but I love it.” She replied. “I love spooky so this sounds great”. “Let me grab you a free ‘Lark and Robin’ book mark”.

She took the book and disappeared behind the counter. Spencer wandered through the aisles. She hadn’t lied, there was a quite a selection of books here. The selection ranged from some interesting looking first edition books all the way to children’s picture books. “Here you are, on the house” she said, winking as she handed Spencer the book. “Thanks, you don’t have to do that” he said blushing a bit. “This just my secret way of guilting you into coming back” she said with a cheeky smile. “I would have come back anyway” he said chuckling. He waved at her as he exited the store and unlocked his car. While he was driving home, he could feel himself smiling again. Once he finally arrived, he sat on his couch and opened the book. He pulled out the book mark and flipped it over. Y/N had written her phone number and a small message on the back of the book mark. “Call me sometime :) - Y/N”.

The next day Spencer found himself back on the BAU jet on his way to assist on another case. He brought the book on the plane and decided he would try to read this book slowly. Not because he had to or because he thought he would enjoy the story more, but simply because the book reminded him of Y/N and he wanted to keep that happiness going for as long as possible. “Reid, are you ok? You’ve been reading that book for a while” Hotch said. “Oh um a friend gave it to me and I promised her I’d really take my time”. Derek starting laughing and teasing Spencer. “Pretty boy’s in love..pretty boy’s in love”. Spencer just laughed and looked back at the book. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Either way, he was going to enjoy his book and be sure to call Y/N when they landed.

#dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #derek morgan #mgg #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid x y/n #bau #pretty boy #spencer reid au #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot

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jockedguy · 5 years

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I wasnt always a Grunt. I never imagined I would be, I dont know how you can ever see somethin like that coming. I wish I had seen it earlier, because of how happy I am now.

All I have tosay is that I am in a crew, I have a Boss and I have a Chief. They give me orders and I do them because thats what Grunts do. Grunts are Crew Property.

Im what most people would call a Redneck. Even though I live in the city, my Boss and my Chief want me to be a sertain way. Its not good for me to make choices, because I always fuck it up. Its way easier to do what Im told.

Its been a slow process but in the last few months Its been goin faster. Now I wear a lot more leather and we branewash every night, wich is important to me because branewashin is good for me. Theres times when I kinda fall back into who I used to be, because I lived it for so long, but Chief and Boss always remind me that aint who I am anymore. People change, its not so wierd that Im who I am now. Its kinda always who I’ve been anyway underneath. Bossn Chief just help bring it out.

I never relax as good as when Im branewashin. I love hearin the leather creakin n shit when Boss puts me in the chanes and the coller. I love gettin a lil tripped out when the spirals come on the big screan. And all the pics, some of em even look like me. Or I look like them or somethin. Ether way, Its good for me.

Ive always liked dogs, but Im not sure why. Maybe cuz I just never liked cats, cuz they were kinda stupid and smelled bad. A good dog is a good frend, he always hangs out with you and licks your face and rolls around and is a good time. Thats what Im kinda like to my Boss n Chief as a Grunt, cuz Grunts is crew property. Im loyal as fuck and Ill fuck anyone up who trys to fuck with Boss or Chief. Like a dog too. I got a big ass wolf tatted on my arm an hes howlin, it looks badass. I got it cuz Boss told me to get it. Boss knows best.

Someday Boss tells me we wont be in the city anymore, itll be on big land probably in the South and ill work the land. Boss sez its okay that Im more like his employee. He marryed me because its the best way to own me. Theres even a contract that makes me like legaly owned by Boss n Chief. I signed it but I dont remember much about it cuz the words were really fuckin big and I got bored plus Chief said just sign it Grunt so i signed it Grunt and he wacked me on the head and said now he had to make a new one becuz I had to sign my REAL name but i forgot i had one.

Oh yea its Critter, I said when I remembered.

Boss and Chief laughed alot, then Boss took out my wallet from my pants and showed me my drivers ID and it said TUCKER JOHN PRICE.

So thats the name Im suposed to sign on the thing, Chief sez, and I think I get it, but now we gotta wait til he gets a new contract made up.

This is why I gotta dont think for myself, because like Boss n Chief say, its bad for me. I dont think, Boss n Chief think for me.

Slowly the way I think is changeing too. Every once in awhile Ill get a good brite flash of the way Im should be thinkin, slow n simple. Sometimes Ill realize that I wasnt even thinkin at all for a long time, jus kinda zonin out. Sometimes I wake up and Im all in leather and Im watchin the pics go by, all the spirals n shit. Sometimes Ieven think I see myself in those pics, but its goes by so fast that I cant tell.

Sometimes I dream Im in the yard, Im in the future, I feel the sun beatin down on my back and I see I got a shovel in my hand, Im doin some yardwork. I know my trailer aint too far away, and I know I got a shit ton of Coors Lite in the mini frige out there. Theres a piece of wood with the words CRITTERS PLACE painted on it that I did, hangin over the door. The Big House is behind me, and the Branewashin Room is downstairs, with the big screans and the chair with all the yellow straps and chanes. I can still taste the powedery pill that Boss gave me to eat before I sat down in it and can still feel the leather hood that he put over my face on my face now.

Soon we are goin to the South to see Chief. Chief sees me evry day tho, becauze they put a camera in my room. Crew Property gets wached by the higherups. I gotta do good cuz they allways wachin. Chief sez that when I get there Im gonna get more ink. Boss been sayin that he wants me to get a noes ring. That Im a Tattooed Low Life Leather Lovin Freak Dirty Fuckin Redneck, and I should act like it more, act like it better. He sez that if I dont shape up, Im gonna be wearin that muzzle alot more.

Sumtimes it feels a lil wierd, but I gotta remember that im a Grunt, im Crew Property. Even if I feel like maybe once bfore I was Smart or sumthin, even then I wasnt as Smart as Boss n Chief. Definly not now. Im such a good grunt that I even feel like I need to be punnished allot becuz of how often I let myself think im Smart like Boss n Chief. Cant see that on the camra so I gotta say it out loud.

Chief sez my believes will change eventualy. He sez Ive come so far. Boss sez Im a new person. I just know im Grunt, im Crew Property. I dont make choses cuz it hurts my brane. Thats why I need branewashin so that my brane can stop hurtin cuz I gotta think durin the day. I beleve what Chief sez and what Boss sez becuz they havent ben rong yet. Im sure Ill change evn more to what they want becuz Im a Grunt and Im Crew Property, and soon itll be on a contract as soon as I dont fuck it up on the paper.

#jockedguystories

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concerned-cat-paws · 4 years

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I have more bnha ocs than I’ve posted here so here’s them UwU

there’s 4 under the cut

also don’t mind like spelling errors honestly this is sorta for me to reference

Rianah Taylor

We dont need to talk ab her here she gets enough spotlight

Vivi Nishiro

Quirk: cat… you already know she’s a neko girl

She can do what ever a cat can pretty much. Above average athletics, very dexterous, her nails are sharp, canine teeth are sharp, above average sense of smell, hearing and night vision.

She just goes to a normal high school

Also this is a bad ref it was mostly experimental in a n u m b e r of ways

HEADCANNONS

- she is a RAT

- she is very mischievous and snappy

-very impulsive

- she doesnt have a plan for her life and doesnt know what she wants to do after high school

-really just trying to have fun day by day

-is pretty protective of her friends because she always feels like she doesnt deserve them with how much of a rat she is so doesnt want anything bad to happen to them ever

-more on that shes insecure about if shes annoying the people she likes and will accidentally push them away

-a little clingy ad a result

-will deny the fact though

-that only applies to her loved ones though if she doesnt know you she will be a r a t

-enjoys hanging around people she deems interesting and she is actually quite picky when it comes to who she likes

-however she really likes wandering and just seeing sights and people watching

-of COURSE shes naturally curious and despite her disinterest in school she quite likes learning new things

-probably likes true crime stuff

Naruki Hinana

Quirk: Reverential touch

If she touches someone they respect and treat her as if she’s royalty even if she tells them its her quirk making them respect her so. Over use makes her become listless sleepy and disoriented

She goes to a normal highschool but tried out for a couple hero schools (not UA she didnt expect to get in)

Only picture i have of her is with Vivi but I like this one for both of them sooo

HEADCANNONS

-shes also quite mischievous and her and vivi het into quite a bit of trouble together

-shes normally pretty neutral and just :/

-shes actually really funny though she just has a natural :/ face

-fairly popular for being funny but some people in her school jusy dont like her because of her popularity

-think she only has so many friends because she used her quirk on them (false btw)

-her family is like upper middle class and shes been on some cool vacations

-naturally smart and doesnt need to study as long as shes present for class

-def has a social media following

-likes to mess around and use her quirk on strangers and people she doesnt like

-probably likes painting or smn as a hobby

Kaede Nakamura

Quirk: Mending light

Her palms emit a light that can heal physical wounds and over exertion can cause a burning sensation and hand cramps. She’s also able to jump fairly well and run faster than the average person due to a minor quirk inherited from her dad.

She’s a first year in the support course.

Also she has a boyfriend i dont rmbr his name (these r old ocs but theyre getting revived) but he belongs to godriene on insta

(I dont have a very recent ref for her but i did draw and color a sketch so heres that)

HEADCANNONS

-Her quirk can take some time to fully heal but she can just partly heal a wound and move onto sonething else in a shorter amount if time

-Shes not super easily flustered because she can be a bit dense

-Very nurturing type like if she sees someone being like bullied shed be too scared to confront the bully but she would extra nice to the victum and help them however she can aka b a b y

-She’s the type to really like to make people laugh specifically her s/o cause she loves that smile

-Probably just likes to make people happy in general she may or may not have father issues

-With an s/o she might be a bit more protective she would get upset when they get hurt but she is extra caring like You thorst ? Of course you thorst here’s a pitcher of v i t a m i n w a t e r

-Shes that kid that sees the best in like everyone and honestly just wantes to improve the world for everyone else

-Doesnt consider herself alot but if someones being unreasonable she will stand up for herself

-Arguments actually kinda scare her

-She’s close to her mom and recovery girl is like another a grandma

-Shes spends her free time except for lunch helping recovery girl in the clinic running errands for her and helping her with what ever she needs since recovery girl is a bit of an inspiration to kaede

GROUP PHOTOOOOO

I drew a group pic of them for a fantasy au oc event so heres those

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

MY D O G

Seiichi Takagi

Quirk: Hell hounds

(Ill let da picture explain)

Right now hes a villain

So yeah my dog has a BUNCH OF DOGS (also second pic was also for the fantasy au oc thingy on insta)

HEADCANNONS

-hes not well known and prefers it that way

-he has a group of other villains that he works with

-its more just like a bit of organized crime than the league of villains type beat

-he really likes animals and will try to hide the whole villain thingy some times and volunteer at an animal shelter

-that being said my dog has beat up many people bad man i swear

-he doesnt so much as hate all heros but if one gets in his way that sucks for them

-he likes being able to do what ever he wants by just ignoring laws so often times he just acts on his own agenda

-sometimes act sort of like a vigilante

-he considered being a hero but simply didnt wanna follow all those rules

-so now he hurts people just cause

-if he were to fall for anyone it would probably be someone really pure and soft but not a complete baby that needs to be watched all the time

Thats it

Thats them

Thank you this was a waste of both our time

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#this took a while ngl #bnha #bnha oc #boku no hero Academia oc #boku no hero Academia #mha #mha oc #bnha fanart #digital art #catpawocs #ViviNishiro #KaedeNakamura #NarukiHinana

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uriurijihoonie · 5 years

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wedding booth │ l.jc

pairing: dino/chan x reader genre: fluff, high school!au word count: 2,166 warnings: none

A/N: the scenario actually happened (but altered some parts) lol that’s it and i’m still getting the hang of writing how I used to aaaahhhh can you please send your thoughts about my writing ):

Valentine’s Day; for some, it’s a day full of excitement and expectations, especially if you’re in a relationship. The dreading moment of waiting whether you’ll be surprised by a confession from your crush who also likes you, a date by your significant other or the most-awaited yes from someone the suitor pursues.

In your case, you’re neither of the three; you don’t have a suitor, much less a boyfriend, and your crush doesn’t have any interest to you at all.

But still, you’re hoping something worth remembering will happen to you for the rest of the day.

As you entered your designated building, different booths were set up in the lobby. There’s the photo booth, an open stage for people who wants to sing or dedicate a song, a mailbox booth and even a fancy marriage booth.

The college council went all out for this day, huh.

“Chill out, Y/N, we’ve got you, you’re getting married to Chan today,” your friend whispered in your ear as she draped an arm around your shoulder, to which she also removed as soon as you nudged her by your elbow.

“Don’t do it please, and if anyone hears you I swear,” You trailed off as you start to descend the stairs, “besides, he will be pissed if you do that to him.”

“Oh come on, he isn’t a killjoy, I know it.”

“Well, he doesn’t take any interest in me at all, besides it’s so random for me to be suddenly paired up with him; he’ll get clues,” You argued, walking through the hallways of your designated floor.

“That’s the point, Y/N,” you saw your friend roll her eyes at you, in which you flicked her in the forehead, “but that’s not what I intend to do, idiot.”

You entered your classroom and as cringe-y as it may be, your eyes automatically turned to where Chan was, and as if you’re being blessed today, it was a sight where he’s laughing real hard you can hear his melodious laugh ringing like soothing bells in your ears, making you smile automatically as you reached your seat, which is just right in front of him.

“Don’t intend for him to know, huh,” you can hear sarcasm in your friend’s voice as you reached for her to smack her, which she evaded with a laugh.

Classes soon started and everything about today is going well like what a normal day is like. Soon you were given ample time to go to the lobby and check out the booths, in which you easily dragged your friend to try out the photo booth.

As soon as you finished taking the shots you bought from the booth, screams and hoots were heard and soon, a crowd of people filled the other side of the lobby.

“Someone’s getting married,” said your friend. Curiously, you tried to make your way through the crowd, immediately smiling when you saw it was your two teachers who’ve been shipped by a lot of students were getting married at the booth.

“It’s Mr. Kim and Ms. Jung,” you grinned, snapping a few photos of your teachers who clearly have interest for each other.

What would it be like if Chan and I were—

You immediately stopped your train of thoughts as you move away from the crowd, shaking your head furiously as you remove any visualization from your head.

If you were to be completely honest, there’s a slim string of hope that your friend will really sign you and Chan up for the marriage booth, and who are you to fool yourself that you don’t want it to happen.

Even if it’s just fake, I’ll take it. Sheesh Y/N, you’re embarrassing.

Feeling heat rush through your cheeks and the unstoppable grin on your face, you shake off the feeling as you made your way back to your classroom, opting to read a novel you always bring with you.

Just as you turn the novel to its next chapter, one of your classmates entered your classroom, “Yah! Chan is getting married at the lobby!”

You felt as if an ice cold bucket of water is being dumped on you, your heart beating fast as you thought of your friend actually signing you up.

But that’s impossible, she’s with me all day and—

Looking back at her seat behind you, your friend is missing and just then, she barged into the room, shouting your name. “Y/N! Come with me, quick!”

There’s no time for you to escape and as soon as she dragged you down the stairs, your screams of protests were unheard as you were being led by your friend.

You saw the crowd being your classmates and you didn’t know if you should be glad you can hear their affirmative screams and hoots towards you, but their screams cannot beat the loud thumping of your heart as you can feel how it races fast.

“Ya! I told you not to do this!” You grumbled as you were dragged on the makeshift aisle, a flower crown with a veil being put into the top of your head.

“You’re welcome, Y/N,” she giggly handed you a bouquet of paper flowers and linked your arms, as if she’s your guardian for the ‘wedding.’

“C’mon Y/N, look at your ‘groom’,” she nudged your sides as your hands got sweaty, heart beating at its fastest rate, and if it’s still possible for it to get faster, your heart still accelerated as soon as your eyes met Chan’s, and seeing his eyes turn to crescents as he grin shyly and looked down to fix his suit (provided by the booth) made you smile, too.

At least it looks like he’s fine with this.

Your friend guided you as you walked through the aisle, and if it wasn’t for your arm gripping your friend’s, you would’ve cascaded on the floor as you feel your legs giving up.

As soon as you reached the makeshift altar where Chan is waiting, all noise seemed to drain out as you focus on this moment alone; Chan going to your side as he’s smiling shyly, faint hues of red painted his cheeks, but despite his own embarrassment, he still greeted you, “Hi, Y/N.”

As much as you wanted to greet him back, all you managed to do was to give him a shy smile of yours, averting your gaze to the person in charge of the ceremony in front of you.

“Good day, family and friends, we are all gathered today to witness...” all the sound drained out once again. This is really happening.

Your thoughts cut off when Chan nudged you, making you look at him, “Are you okay? You look kinda pale, Y/N.”

You wanted to utter a sentence this time but your malfunctioning self still got your tongue tied, that you only managed to give him a nod, which made him frown the slightest, “Are you bothered by this?Is it because of me?”

“No, no, I swear, no!” You blurted out, good thing the person in front of you is still not over with his spiels. You sighed, “I’m just... I’m sorry since you’re being dragged into this chaos.”

Chan laughed at your word choices, which made you smile too because did I just managed to make him laugh?

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Chan slightly faced your direction, still sporting that smile of his which you love so much, “Because I’m actually happy that it’s you.”

Before you could say something, his hand reached for your flower crown and fixed it in place. Giving you one of his smiles again, he turned back to the front, in time for the question from the person in front.

“Do you, Lee Chan, take Y/L/N Y/F/N, to be your wedded wife, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

The person gestured for the ring that laid on the table. Looking down, you saw Chan taking one, as his other hand gestured for yours. Shaking, you held his palm, taking in just how soft his hands are and the gentleness of his hold on yours.

Leaning closer to the mic, you heard Chan say, “I do,” before he slipped in the ring on your ring finger.

The fast thumping on your heart returned. Taking deep breaths to compose yourself, you focused on looking at the ring left as you heard the person say his question, “Do you, Y/L/N, take Lee Chan, to be your wedded husband, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

You can see your hands trembling as you take the ring, and you lost count how much you’ve been breathing deeply. But when you look at Chan, who’s smiling at you, everything felt at ease.

This was definitely a moment to remember.

Leaning into the mic, you said, “I do” as it’s now your turn to slip the ring in his finger.

Afterwards, the cheers you drowned out became louder once more, and as the person in front finally said the words “you may now kiss the bride,” all the nervousness and trembling came in to you all at once, and tripled when Chan carefully lifted the veil covering your face.

“Ya, what do you think you’re doing?” All your reservations for Chan escaped you when he finally lifted the veil off, but he just smiled at you. “Just trust me.”

With wide eyes, he carefully tucked some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. Is he serious? What the heck is he really serious about--

It was all cut off when he gently pulled you close to him by your arms and engulfed you in the warmest of hugs.

Taking this as an opportunity, you hugged him back, the grin forming on your face becoming wide as ever. Hoping he wouldn’t feel it, you snuggled in his chest for the tiniest bit before letting go.

Signing your supposed “marriage certificates,” you were then led into the photo booth for remembrance of your “marriage.” You didn’t know how it went but you’re sure you’re giving the most flustered look you can give. After giving you your claim stubs for the photo, Chan was about to approach you...

but then you felt the continuous vibration of your phone close to your head.

Opening your eyes, you glanced around to your surroundings. I slept at the library? You wondered. Sitting up, you reached for your phone, and all the continuous vibrations were made by the messages and missed calls from your worried boyfriend.

Opening his recent message which contained “Please tell me that you just fell asleep in the library again, baby. I’m worried,” you sighed guiltily.

You were about to reply when a familiar figure sat in front of you, and a sheepish smile went on your face as you saw Chan’s pouting face, “You could at least text me that you’re in the library.”

“I’m sorry, Channie,” you gave him one of your pouts too, as you reached for his hand across the table. “I was planning to send you a text but I got engrossed into reading.”

Ah, really,” he sighed exasperatedly, but then gave you a relieved smile as he brushed his thumb on your knuckles, “Just don’t make me worry again, baby.”

“Of course, baby. I love you,” you cooed, taking your intertwined hands close to your cheeks, but yelped when both the cold band around your fingers came into contact with your skin.

Looking at your hands, you laughed at how you’re still wearing the silver rings you got from your high school’s marriage booth three years ago, and how you just dreamed of it a while ago, “You’re still wearing this?”

“Of course, I tell the girls who try to flirt with me that I’m married-- hey! What’s wrong?!” Chan laughed as he avoided the crumpled paper you threw at him.

After you both calmed down, you intertwined your hands once again, brushing your thumb on the cold metal band. “Tell you what, I dreamed of our wedding on that booth three years ago...”

Clearly, it was how your relationship started and bloomed. You didn’t forget how Chan also confessed to you that he likes you when he overheard you and your friend talking, and how you thought of escaping as soon as you knew he was listening, but you were glad he caught up to you..

“Someday, Y/N, maybe in another three or four year’s time...” Chan mumbled, making you hum. “What is it?”

“I’ll change these rings into real ones.” Your smile faltered for a bit, seeing how the glint in Chan’s eyes are nothing but seriousness and something you’re really grown to seeing; love.

“You’ll... say yes, right?” His eyes now hinted that of fear and nervousness. You wanted to take those emotions away from him.

And seeing how you smiled and squeezed his hand, Chan never felt more reassured than before.

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