#but like maybe at the expense of everyone else oops?

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Lost in Your Echos -Prologue teaser

❥ ┊𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; Dawnbreaker!Zayne × Hunter!Reader

❥ ┊𝐀𝐔; This one is gonna get weird folks. Canon Divergent as fuck, but will use a lot of the canon lore.

❥ ┊𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; NSFW, reader is afab using she/her pronouns, reader's skin/hair/body will not be described (this will be Black reader friendly!!) violence, mentions of torture but no descriptions, beloved character deaths (I'm serious I'm gonna kill 'em), slow burn, obsessive behavior, Dawnbreaker is kind of a creep but he's trying he just doesn't know how, trauma, ptsd, nightmares/night terrors, poorly managed grief and depression, sexual situations (more specific tags for that when we get to those chapters later).

❥ ┊𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; In the far future, Dawnbreaker fights a lone man war against an ever growing hoard of human born wanderer abominations, spawned from an unchecked protocore sickness run rampant. 2 weeks after the death of Georgie, Zayne has an all too vivid dream of the Doctor that abruptly brings an end to his dreams of the Doctor and you.

Several months later, Detective Ivan reaches out to him again, informing him that a woman has come forward requesting help with information about the abominations. Knowing he can't help her, he sends Dawnbreaker her info and suggests Zayne meet up with her. What he finds shatters the delicate reality he has built for himself, but for the first time in his bleak life he can feel the warmth of the sun.

❥ ┊𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; Lost in Your Echos

"It's you.” Truly the last place he expected to see the haunted expression of his own warped visage was in his once quiet office at Akso hospital, but Zayne already knew this was no ordinary meeting. The mid-morning sun shone through the open windows, washing everything in a beautiful golden glow, but there was no warmth to be found here.

How long had it been since he'd sat behind this desk? 6, 7, 8 weeks? Even now there was a force in his mind that wanted to drift to the many patients he'd left in the care of Dr. Greyson, and their varied outcomes, but the man that stood before him like a specter was the only thing left to take care of now. He wore his face, but so discordant were the expression and mannerisms that they made every part of his being feel like he was staring down the executioner.

This was his grim reaper.

He'd experienced his presence a hundred times in his dreams, yet nothing in those half lucid moments compared to this. 

“You've come for me then, finally.” He watched the unchanging face of his twisted reflection for any sign of recognition or acceptance. Instead, the apparition finally spoke, his expression as frigid as his tone. 

“You called me here.” His voice was quieter than the Doctor's, with the slight rasp of disuse, but otherwise, he thinks they sound too similar for his liking. Zayne watches as the figure cut in black shifts, movements awkward like he takes up space in a room he is not part of. He is a person all too real in a dream or simulation, and it reminds Zayne that his own body is slipping from his grasp. 

“I didn't call anyone here. I'm not even sure where ‘here’ is. If you're not the grim reaper then who exactly are you, and where are we?” Zayne doesn't miss the slightest crinkle of the other's eyes at the use of his macabre ‘nickname’, but all the same he doesn't object.

With a small effort he stands, the unease in his gut growing and gnawing as he realizes now they are exactly the same height as well. It didn't bother him before how perfectly stacked all the logs were, or how healthy all the plants looked. How all the pillows on the couch were fully fluffed and every photo on his desk was fingerprint free. However, the longer he stood here in the eerie silence with his doppelganger, the more his surroundings began to feel suffocating and uncanny. He knows his heart should be racing with the discomfort he's experiencing yet it felt alarmingly calm. His fingers itched to call the familiar ice for his own protection only to find the terrifyingly numb sensation of nothingness. 

He really was dead. But what about-

“I was dreaming.” The other starts softly, temporarily snapping Zayne from his spiral. “I saw… us in an explosion and we called out for help. I …. reached out.” The caution and cadence in his voice made him sound confused, and Zayne follows his flickering gaze downward as they both look to his trembling hands that now tightly grip the photo that sat on his desk of the two of you in your finest evening wear at his last award ceremony dinner. Your smile, so radiant and warm, was forever seared into his memory. This seemed so long ago now. Had the last few months truly aged you both that much?

Wait, when did he even grab this?

No, that didn't matter. He didn't have time to waste now. If he could reach out to him then maybe-

“Can you reach out to her? Is she still alive?” Zayne no longer cared to police his tone or expression, and the reaction of his double was proof enough as he watched his eyes blow wide for just a second. He could feel the frantic tone cracking in his throat like a fading fire but pushed forward despite the strain, slamming his free hand on the desk between them, alarmed by the lack of pain or feedback from it. “Like you are right now with me? She was with me in the-”

“I saw her, yes.” There is a consuming reverence on his tongue when he speaks of you, and if Zayne had any other option, he'd have gladly taken it over him at this moment. The way his eyes soften and soothe at the mere mention of you is enough to trip more than one warning flag, but he lacks the time you desperately need. He knows he's not the first man to die for you, and while he doesn't understand what this body double even is, he's a wise enough man to know his own heart. His own devotion to you, left unchecked, could border on obsession. 

He has no choices left. There is no more time, and his only parting gift to you is hopefully giving you the time necessary to make your plan work. So many had put their faith in you, himself included, and he would be a fool to look this 11th hour gift in the eye and deny its aid. 

Xavier, Jeremiah, Caleb, Thomas, Yvonne… so many more names of the lost had faded from his memory and the thought made him sick, the ghost of the taste of bile on the back of his tongue. How many had he forgotten already? 

“Do it. Please.” Voice raw, he begged. For you, he begged the grim reaper. 

#love and deepspace #love & deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #li shen #love and deep space #lads #l&ds #dawnbreaker zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x you #love and deepspace zayne #strap in folks this one is gonna be a doozy #its gonna hurt like a bitch but im gonna give dawnbreaker the happy ending he deserves #but like maybe at the expense of everyone else oops? #kay writes

[esmiara]

"Happy birthday, slug~"

April 29th.

To Chuuya, it wasn't that much of a special day really, merely another day on which he would work the same way he usually did. To everyone else however, it seemed to be some special event in itself. They would offer him meaningless trinkets or little consummables such as cakes, cookies and chocolates. One day, some of his men gave him a bottle of some expensive and beautiful wine, saying they paid for it by saving money together. Such a useless thing to do. They were Mafia after all. If he truly wanted to, he could buy tons of this brand on his own. The wine was quite good though, so he thought he could thank them and maybe even keep this bottle somewhere in his appartment, as a vase or something.

But ironically, on april 29th, it wasn't the Mafia he was worrying about each year. He worried about one single man, whom wasn't even a mafioso anymore.

This one man had made his life goal very clear from the first moment they had met: mess with Chuuya as much as he could. And so on his birthday, this tall and annoying man would celebrate it in his own way, thus making Chuuya's life a disaster.

Chuuya never felt so tense except for this single day. He didn't knew where, when or how the threat would come at him. He was more than wary, eyeing everything meticulously to catch even a single glimpse of a trap he was meant to fall into.

This time, he was in his appartment, some gift laid out randomly, but carefully, on the living room's table. It was already evening, yet still no sign of this one man. Chuuya stared at the wide window in front of him, sat on his leather black couch.

From the window? An aerial attack this time? He thought. But he quickly dismissed the idea. No. This was already the "surprise" from two years ago. This bastard wouldn't do something twice.

He then looked at the ceiling. But he already saw him disguised as a realistic spider man. It wouldn't happen again either. To be fair, Chuuya hoped for it to never come back, as this disguise was truly terrifying. The thought only was enough to make him shiver.

Suddenly, his door rang once. It was so subtle Chuuya wondered if he dreamed about it. Until it rang another time, in a more insistent way, scaring the ginger at the same time.

He looked at the door, sweat running his neck.

Is he really coming from the fucking front door?!

He hesitantly got up from the couch.

The door rang yet another time.

He approached it like it was some unknown wild animal then stood on his toes to look at the peephole.

There he truly was. This man he was so cautious about. He was simply dressed with a sweater, casually waiting on the porch, whistling and keeping his hands behind his back.

Dazai Osamu.

Chuuya didn't see any direct threat, so he carefully undid each lock he had prepared. Then he put his hand on the doorknob. He took one deep breath in order to prepare himself for whatever was coming in his face, and turned it with a pokerface. He was ready for anything.

"Ooh! You did open the door!" said Dazai, beaming.

"You're the one who continuously rang at my fucking door" he hissed. "So what are you doing here?"

Dazai grinned then leaned toward him, making the redhead uncomfortable with their faces so close to one another.

"Do you know what day we are today?~" He hummed.

Chuuya took a step back.

"Y-yeah?" he tried to chuckle, but with his trembling and nervous voice made it very unimpressive.

Dazai kept staring at his blue eyes for what he felt was an eternity of unease and despair. Until the tall man took back his face from his own.

He looked briefly at what was behind his back.

Oh yeah, come to think about it, what is he hid-

But Chuuya didn't have enough time to formulate his thought. The next thing he knew, his nose was suddenly stuffed in a big flower bouquet. Surprised, he involuntarily sniffed the flowers and sneezed loudly.

"Oops! Too close."

Dazai quickly took a step back as well, but somehow Chuuya knew this was deliberate.

When he glanced back at the bouquet, he froze.

It was a big -and actually very pretty- bouquet with a sappy "Happy Birthday" written on top of some sticks between the flowers.

The more he looked at it, the more Chuuya was puzzled about it. He glanced at Dazai, smiling slyly at him, like he would most of the time.

There is another trap. He immediately thought.

"So you see~" Dazai began humming again. "I first thought about crashing twenty remote-controlled tiny helicopters into your car to make a beautiful firework out of everything. But then I had a way better idea!"

He stared at Chuuya.

"Today, I decided to surprise you by doing the opposite of what I would do." He said, on a lower tone.

He closed his eyes and looked down again.

"So? You totally didn't expect that, right?" He giggled, mocking him. "You should have seen your face, it was absolutely priceless!

"Wh...what the hell Dazai?!" Chuuya shouted.

His fist firmly closed, he opened his mouth. But words were stuck in the back of his throat, his cheeks burning.

"You can't just stress me out for a whole day and come with a bouquet! "

Dazai simply stood there, with the said flowers between them.

"This is way too-"

"Too normal?" Dazai suggested, softly.

"Yeah! This is too... normal." Chuuya stammered, lowering his head.

He took another look at the flowers, his frowning brows further carving his face.

"You're just messing with me again, you asshole." He growled lowly, pushing the bouquet aside with the back of his hand.

Chuuya heard Dazai take a deep breath.

"Yeah, sorry." The bandaged man mumbled, to the point Chuuya had a doubt if he did hear anything.

Dazai's mouth curved into a forced grin.

"So I guess I brought a copy of the boy and the pup all for nothing?~"

"Hold on- you what?" Chuuya quickly lifted his head.

Dazai smiled at him, showing a DVD from behind his back.

"You still had more?!"

"Of course, I always hide a lot of things." He winked.

The small man finally sighed.

"Fine... Come in. As long as you don't have any of those helicopters in your pocket or something."

Dazai stepped happily and gave him the bouquet.

I guess the vase bottle will finally find a use, uh? He sighed, overwhelmed with the big bunch of flowers.

#phew that was too much work #hope there isn't too much typos as always #didn't have any great idea for the end #happy birthday chuuya! #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bsd dazai #osamu dazai #bsd chuuya #nakahara chuuya #skk #chuuya day #chuuya birthday #fanart

[antiwhores]

Misreable - Bully!Bakugou x reader

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

One day he takes it too far and you snap in front of everyone. And he can’t do anything but watch as you loose your fucking shit.

Angst, bullying, suicide mentions, suicide threatening, bakugou gets what he deserves, lots of cussing, violence

I been wanting to write this for a while but I couldn’t figure out the format. I hate this sm but Lmk if yall want a part 2 in the comments.

The hate between you and Bakugou was not complicated. He was a bully, you were his victim. Simple as that.

Bakugou would go out of his way to fuck with you every single day without fail. You had started to hate school because of it. You only had two classes with him and yet he decided to target you out of everyone else.

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

“Watch where your fucking going, stone-blind bitch.” He spat at you. He bumped into you, you had even tried to move over for him. But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

You continued on with your day like always, ignoring the harrassment you faced. UA was a guarentee to a successful life, like an infinate amount of money to a grocery store. With UA on your resume, your dream job was yours. So you bare through it, you only had two years left, including this one. You can survive.

Others caught onto what Bakugou was doing and began to isolate and bully you too. He was one of the most popular boys so that immediately made you a weird kid. They laughed and giggled when Bakugou harrassed you. You could still survive.

Atleast you thought you could but your patience is running thin. The last piece of rope twitched as you come back to the lunchroom from the bathroom to find Bakugou and his goons snickering at you.

You sat at a single seat lunch table, one on the more sucluded side of the lunchroom. You had work to do, always. With all the AP classes you took, knowing damn well you’d be screwed, the work load never ended. You needed that extra credit though and nothing was gonna stop you from passing those classes, not even the bully that occupies them.

Thats why when you looked down at the summative 5 page essay you had been working on smeared with the expensive ass milkshake you got at the small cafe next door, you lost your fucking shit.

The whole lunch room had gone quiet, reduced to static in your mind. It was ruined. You knew you shouldn’t have done it on paper. You should’ve just told your professor your computer was in the shop and it’d be late. You should’ve just went to the library and worked on the sticky computers there. You shouldn’t have just went with paper even if you like it better anyway.

On top of your report was a note written in clean, cursive handwriting. Handwriting you knew as Bakugou’s.

Maybe if you used all the money you spent on stupid shit like this milkshake, you could afford to get a computer.

just as you finished reading the note a flash or liquid was thrown straight at you.

Bakugou came over to you with a cup of bright colored juice and pretended to trip just to throw it right into your face.

“Oops.”

You hated him. You wanted him to die. You were going to kill him.

The whole lunch room was watching. They pointed and giggled with their friends. Some put their hand over their mouths with a gasp. They looked to their friends for approval to laugh. You were humiliated.

His friends cackled loudly in the back, slapping each other and jumping around. The liquid seeped into the s/c t-shirt you wore, leaving an undeniable stain like a scar after a war. It told everyone what just happened to you.

You hated yourself. You wanted to die. You were going to kill yourself.

You snapped. You didn’t know when your body started to move from the drunken feeling of adrenaline. Your fist slamming against his chiseled jawline sobered you up.

The wind up and deliver almost threw you to the floor. You put everything into that punch; your pain, your embarrasment, your tolerance, your suffering, and most of all: your anger.

The sound of your fist reverbed through the lunchroom. The laugher was gone. There were gasps, then there was silence. Dead silence.

The strength of the punch made him stumble backaway from you. He held his cheek in his palm as he looked up at you with a look of surprise and fury. He had no time to block since it was so spontaneous. His cheek began to swell.

The look of bloody murder would’ve made you shit your pants normally. Something about the act of pure revenge coursed through your veins.

“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!” Your scream bounced off the wall into everybodys ears. “For all my years of highschool you have hurt me and insulted me! You made my life a living hell! And you wont even tell me what the fuck I did wrong!”

Tears began to well up in your eyes but you swallowed them down to continue your speech. “And I know why you won’t tell me, YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW!” You stepped closer to him to scream the last part in his face.

You pushed him back, he let you. “For YEARS ive been waiting for you to get bored and leave me the fuck alone but you just WONT. I don’t know why the hell you do this to me but I’ll tell you one thing,” you shoved an accusing finger in his face. As you met his fiery eyes you yelled at the top of your lungs: “GROW. THE FUCK. UP.”

The push him back again, he lets you once more. “We’re about to graduate and your going out of your way to fuck with ME! Tellin me I dont have friends, YOU LEFT ALL THE FRIENDS THAT CARE ABOUT YOU! Now your with a whole bunch of fakes that talk shit about you when your not around. YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS TOO! Friends care about you! And NOT ONE, and I mean NOT ONE of your fucky ass hype master ��friends’ over there give a single fucks ass about you.”

Your voice lowered, “You might be popular but you are fucking insignificant. You’re a sadistic asshole who makes everyone around them MISREABLE!”

Everything from the past 2 years pours out of you like rainfall and you can’t stop it. You want him to feel how you feel. Embarrased and isolated. You want him to feel like a fuck up just like he makes you feel. And he lets you, too shocked to even say anything.

Tears finally pour out of your eyes but you keep pushing. This was your chance and you were not gonna drop it.

You balled up his shirt and dragged him down to meet his widened eyes. His face twistsd with a look that said he was out for blood. He looked astonished where he was petrified to the floor.

He watched the tears fall down your face with his eyes bulging. “You make me misreable.” You spit through gritted teeth. “You make me want to give up and just end it all.” His eyes widen even more at this and his face twists into something sour, like he bit into a lemon of truth and self awarness.

You lower your voice to speak in a clear tone that only he could hear. “And if I do end up just jumping off a building or taking 3 whole bottles of pills or maybe even slitting my wrist, I want you to remember that this was your fault. That you pushed me to this. No one else but you and your influence. And I hope you take it to the grave and die on that hill cause the way that things are looking, I will too.”

The next thing you remember you were pulled away by staff into the office. You were suspended for a week.

You were not excited to go back to school.

#bakugou angst #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bully!bakugou

[morallygreyvillain]

TOTCF FIC (WIP) [Cale × Choi Han]

"Slacker Life. Right?"

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×××××(Minor season 1 spoilers for totcf)××××

- Chapter 2 [Beta V.] -

****chapter one link [beta]****

Cale was on the top floor of the Great Rock Villa.

It was the room he had claimed for himself, the entire floor being a bedroom/office area with a large en suite complete with a large bath... since coming back from the Captial he hadn't left this room, (except to eat and watch over the kiddos).

Normally you could expect him to be lying in his bed or sprawled out on the chaise lounge eating snacks or fruits. But currently, he's seated at his expensive-looking gilded desk surrounded by bookshelves and other fancy gold and gem-encrusted knick-knacks and magical items.  His fingers laced together, brows knit and eyes closed in deep concentration.

Ron,

whom he had called for,

had been standing still and stoic as a capable butler should...

for 20 minutes...

He didn't show it, as it would be uncouth as a butler. But he'd been curious about what his puppy young master had been thinking so deeply about that he hadn't given him any acknowledgment since he bid him entry.

Ron began to worry, as it always seemed that if his young master was in deep thought, usually it followed with him being asked to call everyone together because some God or other annoying being sent a message to his poor young master begging him to save the world again...

He began to feel bloodthirsty just thinking about it.

"Ron..."

"oops"

Ron figured that he might've let some of his bloodlust escape and startle his young master.

In reality, Cale hadn't even noticed the strange atmosphere around Ron until after he called him, and by that point, Ron had already masked it again.

"Whoa scary... was he annoyed I accidentally ignored him..."

"You called for this Ron Young Master? You seemed quite concerned... is there something troubling you?"

Ron's eyes were serious, his voice flat and cold despite his caring tone. He seemed ready to kill even a God if he needed to.

A shiver ran through Cale's spine as he was now positive that Ron was annoyed at him for getting distracted after calling him.

"*Ahem*  no nothing like that"

Cale dismissed what he thought was Ron's usual "playful" threats and smirked to himself as he imagined once again what he had planned.

Ron seeing the young master's usual evil grin had the feeling that his young master was planning to screw somebody over.

"Please call Choi Han for me"

The young master finally said

Ron thought of sending an (insincere) prayer for the poor bastards that these two vicious punks were going to scam or beat up.

Maybe both...

"At once young master Cale, shall I tell him to come here at once?"

"hmm"

Cale hummed in affirmation, once again absorbed in his thoughts.

Just as Ron reached the door to fulfill his order, Cale called out again, remembering something else he needed to say...

"Oh and make sure to tell everyone to stay away from this floor for the next couple of hours..."

"Actually... for the rest of the day"

Ron froze

juttering the handle on the door making a loud sound as he nearly broke the knob. He held his suspicions but,

just to make sure...

"Would that also include the young cat-nims and Roan-nim?"

Cale shuddered, imagining the children bursting in while he was in the middle of his schemed *ahem*

long overdue... adult discussion, with Choi Han. The thought made him cringe, but he played it cool.

"Yes,  tell them they can go have a sleep-over at Sheritt-nim's house- Give them an allowance if they want to go anywhere else"

"Ah, it's finally happening"

Ron gasped internally as he confirmed his suspicion, careful not to show any change in expression. (Though the door handle probably would need replacing)

He very sharply turned around once again startling Cale as he bowed forward as insurance in case his face looked unnatural. He wasn't confident even his skillful butler, no

assassin's poker face wouldn't crumble at this moment. He couldn't decide whether to sneer, frown, or smirk.

"Certainly Master Cale, I will make sure no one disturbs you and that pun*(k), I mean Guardian Knight-nim, I'm sure everyone would enjoy a return to the Hentituse estate for a visit with Duke-Nim and the family, I'm quite sure the festivities since your victory are still ensuing!"

Ron exclaimed.  Uncharacteristically energetic, almost like Hans if not for the cold dead tone. An unsettling juxtaposition made Cale wonder if Ron was planning to kill someone (maybe him).

"There's no need to kick everyone out of the villa-"

Cale hastily corrected in a panic.

But the look on Ron's face quickly shut him up.

"-But if everyone wants to go they can do what they want, just make sure Captain-Hilsman doesn't go spouting nonsense again, I don't need him adding fuel to the massive fire about that savior nonsense "

-"Yes Master Cale, I shall convey your will at once - Please give me an hour.. no 20 minutes to organize and we shall be on our way!"

And just like that Ron sped away from the Cale's room, somehow at break-neck speed despite his posture being that of a calm and composed butler

"I mean, it's not like it's a bother...."

Cale sighed, the target had already left unable to hear.

"But I suppose Choi Han and I being the only people here would greatly reduce the chances of being interrupted at an awkward moment"

He continued to ponder

Cale had never seen Ron act that way... it was like he was Hans, but scary... as his enthusiasm didn't reach his voice or his face. He felt like he was halfway between wanting to curse and holding down a laugh. Which was frightening when it was Ron who did either.

Was he just looking for a chance to leave? Maybe it was an age thing... or did he see this as a chance to finally get a vacation? He should give him more time off in the future.

Cale smiled to himself thinking about Ron retiring and moving far away.

Deciding to ignore Ron's peculiarity, He stood up from his desk, taking his glass of expensive wine in his hand as he strode over to the large full glass windows overlooking the garden of the estate.

His eyes wandered to their usual place, a large open area with a fountain where a shirtless Choi-Han was training with Lock, his wolf siblings, and On and Hong; along with Raon encouraging and giving support with magic on the sidelines. In the beginning, the way they trained frightened Cale (it still does a little) but now he couldn't help but see it as Choi Han playing cutely with the kids and siblings.

Despite being far away his eyes focused on Choi-Han. The ripples of his back and the twist of his waist; the stretch of his arms as he swung his aura swords with care to not injure his students...he took another sip of his wine his throat suddenly feeling parched, eyes glazing as if he was staring at a painting in a gallery. But out of reach so as not to damage its quality...

But Cale doesn't give a shit about those rules anymore...

In fact, he planned on defacing Choi Han's canvas with his special paints of red. He couldn't wait to drag his hands across this priceless art...

He'll vandalize this sculpture as much as he pleased

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Okay that's the end for chapter 2

but I'm literally working of chapter 3 as you're reading this so keep an eye out if you want see Choi Han's POV

Once again I ask that if you want to leave a comment please try not spoil anything past The sealed gods test chapter 600!

**chapter 3 BETA LINK**

#cale henituse #tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #cale #tcf cale #trash of the count family #totcf fic idea #tcf fanfiction #lcf fic #lout of count's family #lotcf #cale x choi han #ron molan #scary butler #pewpaw ron #tcf choi han #choi han #read on ao3 #ao3 works #ao3 wip #will be updated

[snixx]

my sister's friend watched ponniyin selvan and said "guys in south indian movies are so ugly and girls are so pretty and it's the exact opposite in north indian movies the girls are okay and the guys are hot" bitch your colourism is glaring. and that's the thing with generalizations or just the idea of objective/conventional hotness to me and the idea that everyone can sort of agree on a baseline and some people are just objectively pretty and some people are not... it's so exhausting?? and I'm tired of people talking about it all the time?? you may SAY objective hotness has nothing to do with beauty standards but like. what decides it then. is it an accident that everyone who passes the check is pale and skinny and ripped if they're a guy and has clear skin?? and it doesn't even bother me as long as you just call certain people hot. even if you get mad at me for not agreeing. what pisses me off is when you start calling people ugly. because there's always a pattern. like "oh oops i totally didn't notice south indian movies have mostly darker men and pretty much only pale-skinned women it's just something...about them you know?? it's just the vibes they're ugly cause of the vibes. and vandhiyadhevan is objectively the ugliest man there oops didn't notice he's the chubbiest one there" and you can come at me with "it's just a preference" but ok 1) then why are you so mad at me for disagreeing? and 2) maybe don't shove your obviously skewed preferences in the faces of people with those same traits and call people with those traits ugly???

another thing people tell me is the whole "everyone's beautiful" thing is bullshit and there need to be ugly people to validate the existence of beautiful people...no?? we can just all have different people we find pretty?? and sure even if you do believe that saying everyone's beautiful takes away from your beauty. why does everything have to be about physical appearance in the first place?? why does it have to come up in every conversation?? because I personally am exhausted. you may think it's harmless but your biases and subtle bigotry leak through every time you make a generalization. you can say "oh no i think you're pretty!" but excuse me if i find that hard to believe when you shit on every other fat person to my face. I'm tired of everything always being about looks. like okay, talk about people you find pretty, but does that have to be at the expense of someone else? does it have to be with the implication that someone who does not think they're gorgeous is insane because she's skinny and has pale clear skin and perfect femme make-up HOW could someone not think she's the prettiest person ever??? bring back body neutrality god

#ponniyin selvan #body neutrality #body positivity #fatphobia #colourism

[will1]

MY FRIEND ASKED ME 4 MY LGBT TF2 HCS!!! i wrote a bunch of paragraphs 4 the guy and thought i might as well post em here 2 lol. never done a hc post but why not. ALSO i am sorry if these r bad takes plz have mercy on me scout- unfortunately has alot of internelized homophobia so he acts like,,, super duper straight and masc 2 appear as hetero to both his brothers and the other mercs. chases women and LOVES WOMEN BOOB WOMEN to keep this up, but after seeing how litereally everyone else is gay and realizing that it is NOT BAD!!! he chooses LOVE WINS, so in short bi becuz he is BI HIMSELF ((also ive heard alot of trans hcs and i like that idea, either for him being ftm or mtf later down the line   pyro- genderfluid?? more like,,, genger GASOLINE, fire burn fire. probably has like a gay autistic who loves fire flag saved on their phone. uses all pronouns and has multiple neo pronouns but in the same way they r nonbinary in general?? i thinks, id ont know if hes r ace or if they have jst not found someone they have a crush on, in the same way i think shed get really silly crushes on people like shawn mendes or something. also pan and does not care about gender at all  engineer!!!- ppl think that he is straight, these people are WRONG!!!  i think he'd b bi without the urself way!! maybe influenced by pyro and has tried he/them pronousn b4, hot single dad looking for other dads  demoman- OUUUGH he is  silly 2 me, absoloutely wild with gender presentation and i would htink he absoloutely would show up to bars wearing makeup and painting his nails or wearing skirts ((hehahe scottish) and ROCKING IT. uses any pronouns even tho he still prefers he/him. pan sexual and when drunk or sober flirts with any attractive person in the vicinity. does not depend on who it is  soldier- LOVES MEN((and also zhanna)), GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS LESBIANS (saw something about people asking him(usa) for his(usas) pronouns and he just screams america at them, usa/usas LOL)  sphee- like demoman in the way i think he gets manicures and wears really lavish dresses. definetely wiill sleep witj anyone no matter gender, win 4 all sluts ever /j spy would wear those damn expensive I just killed my husband robez….  snipaoer-  DEFINETELY demisexual, scared of litreally any relationship ever and if u touch him he will explode and migt start crying LOL,  has never really thought about his sexuality cause that means actually acknowledging the idea that anyone besides his poor parents will ever love him and THAT IS NOT A THING??? duh :/, simply exists in a state of completely unlabeled and 2 scared to thing any harder about it lol, meeting spy is the most emotional damge that life has implanted onto him the last 2 accidently just became backstory headcanons instead of lgbt ones, oops  heavy!!!- like sniper never really thought about it,, all hes ever seen has been straight people so he never evn rlly thought that being gay was like... a option. also never really had many real life crushes on people as a kid and thought the guy celebs were a bit prettier then the womenz, did not think about this either. meeting medic was like a whole new thing 4 him cause 1, first person hes ever been emotionally attached 2 very much besides his family. and 2, its a guy. was  confusing 4 him to figure out at such a late age but didnt scare him 2 much, and also his whole family was like YIPPEE!!!!! our lovely misha finally has a date thank god. they r all so supportive and love hearing about medic whenever heavy sends letters. heavy writes about him alot, his mom alwas asks when they r gonna have a grandson and heavy is like,, ma??? were gay, and his families all like, ADOPT A KID ,, heavy is not sure about medic being a dad LOL ((sorruy this became a heavymedic hcs instead of just heavy hcs, but i feel like medic is important to his lbgt-ness)) MEDIC.0- saving the one im least sure about 4 last- apparently he had a wife in the past but i think this was just to please his parents and 2 appear straight cuz this weirdo is a RAGING homosexual. poor wife had it rough and thought he was cheating the whole time, sad loveless marriage for both of em. in his teen years he was a part of alot of lgbt and punk groups in germany bcuz it is funny 2 imagine him with his hair all spiked or somethign eagain medic prob did not protest as a 20-something cuz he didnt wanna lose his medical liscense, doesnt matter cuz he did anyways LOL. but now that he is old he absoloutely loves it and litearlly does wahtever he wants, i think he likes to look nice, as in wear sweaters and button ups and nice shoes and slacks when he is not working. he is like a gay mr rogers

#tf2 #headcanons??? #team fortress two #id put all the mercs names in tags but 1 im lazy and 2 nobody needs to see al this #also.... i am willing to answer more headcanon questions so if u want me silly opinions on anyhtighg... #my ask box is open >:))))

[ponderingthoughtsblog]

People deflect blame and get defensive when they know they did something wrong and get called out over it. They get blamey and name-call because they know deep down they can’t defend that behavior no matter how they spin it. They put words in other peoples mouths, send their attack dogs, and shift all blame to the one they hold responsible for their misery, which is almost always of their own making. I stand firm in the idea of being a victim, maybe not in the traditional sense, but I am a victim. 

I allowed a bully to hold power of me, bulldoze me until I was more her than me, make awful “jokes” at my expense, question my sexuality, and continue hurt me even when she doesn’t have a hold on me anymore. But no longer. 

I have all the people blocked that I could find that had even the smallest connection to her because I can no longer allow her any power over me and my life. Maybe I make a post about loving the people who have stuck around and loving my new life despite the challenges. You should be damn lucky I have enough self-worth, dignity, and empathy for you to keep your name in my mouth. I could shout from the rooftops all the ways you’ve hurt me and hurt people I love. I could tell everyone all the depraved things you do and say to and about other people. Bet your parents would love to know about all the hard core drugs you do, the premarital sex, the time you got arrested. And for your “attack dog” to even hint at the fact that I could out you to your family? Fuck all of you for that. Especially considering you’re the one who outed me to all of our friends freshman years and all got was a “ oops” 

I’m done being someone else’s scapegoat, the one who always got pushed around, had all the jokes made about her and how she was a “fake bisexual”. Fyi just because ya’ll never saw me kiss a woman, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Some people like to keep their private business private. And you’re mainly the reason I do, bc of how you made me feel like a slut, like a whore, like I was ugly and so lucky a man looked at me twice. Telling me the men and women I was interested in were ugly constantly. To the point were I got uncomfortable telling you anything. 

I may be far from perfect, but at least I can be honest about the kind of person I am, about the people I surround myself with, about the mistakes that I make. At least I can apologize, accept that I am human and make mistakes. At least I am not miserable, a problem of your own making, and constantly projecting that misery on everyone I am around. At least I have people around me that actually like me, that don’t constantly talk shit about me the way I do them. At least I’m happy, secure, thriving, moving on, and healing from the waste of space that you are. 

[thegraveyardjohnsongrey]

April 2022

4.16.22

+ Midtown w Shawntel 

even tho time passes and friendships change, i’m really glad shawntel is a person who shows up for me. 

it feels really refreshing to have a friend who is so willing to talk about conflict and honesty and is really just there. sometimes i get self conscious bc (like with a lot of fiends) i feel like i am not as good of a friend to her as she is to me. but nonetheless, she is someone who makes time for me makes a space for us to always stay connected somehow (despite life’s crazy challenges) and i’m super thankful to her for that 

Cadens 2nd bday coming up!!! aw 

aww poor chris and danny LOL. i feel good about myself when i’m an honest and encouraging bro. it’s great in process but it’s even better in person. i like being that voice of reason and affirmation for everyone else. and i like helping people stay level-headed, hopeful, and humbled. also super glad to have my G and litto still hehe 

“of course you’re invited. you’re JUDSY”

+ Mopping the white too by the pool

+ Helping caden get ready for bed 

+ “G always lightening up the mood 🤣”

+ Lineage trolling

4.17.22

+ such a full and wholesome and light and memorable day. i love life!!

+ Church: “Receive Me. it is a gift”

+ Aff: Life is a challenge, it is a constant conditioning and opportunity to receive Christ and to want Him more. more THAN your pains and your own desires 

+ Jesus wants me to soak in and laugh and enjoy every moment i can 

+ making everyone laugh during my “gurl voice” sarah geronimo forever not enough cover 

+ everyone laughing and having a good time karaoking 

+ helping LongLee with the pics for baby announcement! 

+ Getting Caden his Jurassic World Apatosaurus and Car Race Tower !!! A lot of people got him great clothes and even money! but i will say- i’m very proud of our gifts/toy selection 

+ “It’s because Titos got money now!” - Dad after ate’s comment about “great” quality gift wrapping 😂😂

4.20.22 

twas a surreal & bittersweet morning indeed! woke up at 5:15 (oops we was late) 

losing my journals from the last 4 days is going to make me lose it. BUT - it’s also helped me come to the conclusion that: If things (such as a journal) is gone, then God somehow sees beauty and goodness from me not having it. i think if i REALLY REALLLLY ABSOLUTTELY needed it, He would have intervened. and so, and i will be at peace with that 

Tita Daisy!!! 😭

Affirmation: “You deserve to know” - law school, crushes- you deserve to know. you deserve to discern, to reach out, and to get an answer . you are worth a no and a yes. give that to yourself and let yourself have it. allow yourself peace from receiving an answer.

Hot Topic: venting -do you need it & how do you prefer to process? 

realization: i don’t emote in public bc i don’t wanna give people ammo LMFAOOO i just realized this. and it makes sense in every way - i don’t tell people my chismiss or secrets bc i don’t want them to have something on me. i don’t wanna be a topic in somebody else’s chica convo. 

would love to work on my finances: download an app to help me - set aside $100 for savings each paycheck, $50 for personal investement, $50 for fun, $100 for family (food, etc) + standard expenses (apple, etc), + $50 gas 

4.29.22

Kehlani being an artist that i’ll always rock with and support. even IF i’m not obsessed with every track. it speaks louder volumes that i am attracted to her and her heart and her journey more than her ability to provide “baddie energy” or bops. (though she CAN do that when she wants to) 

i can tell her heart is someone that is genuine and pure and full of intent. i support her 

all these artists - Kiana, Victoria, Normani 

neither one is THEE One. they’re all important artists that contribute greatly to my story. and for that i honor them 

maybe there shouldn’t be so much pressure to be ALL this and ALL that. maybe there’s freedom and allowing yourself to choose the projects you wanna do and doing them well. instead of feeling the pressure to excel at everything - even the things you aren’t called to do. maybe the temptation of behind a Beyonce isn’t realistic- and that that’s exactly why she is beyonce. 

instead of duplicating one’s success- how about we find our own lane, where WE set the pace, the tone, and the groove. 

and do it well. 

[levitatingbiscuits]

📓

Okay, first up is the sketchy private eye/occasional conman Obi-Wan au! In this universe he was given up at birth, but something went wrong and he never reached the temple. (Maybe Mama Ohnaka picked him up and now he has the world's most annoying foster brother who insists that piracy is much more fun and much more suited to his talents. Obi-Wan begs to differ.)

Obi-Wan thrives, because he's a massive drama queen who loves lying and manipulating, but he also does a lot of good for people whose problems are too small for the likes of the jedi or who are disappeared/bribed/threatened into silence by various corporations and corrupt senators.

He also thinks the Jedi are a bunch of lying hacks. After all, HE can fake shit like that all the time. "Force" my ass, it's obviously just skill and luck. Pretending to be a jedi is his favorite trick because people will believe anything he tells them and let him get away with all sorts of crazy stunts.

Then he gets hired by the remains of the true Mandalorians to find their missing Mand'alor Jango, so he tracks him to Kamino... and gets mistaken for a Jedi. They give him a tour of the place, and yikes that's an illegal cloned child army, he might actually be committing high treason against the Republic unless he tells someone? He's more of a minor jail time guy than an executable offense guy. Someone's gotta alert the Senate.

And the Senate, of course, sends Jedi. To the planet where he is still pretending to be a jedi, because if he comes clean he might get executed by the child soldier clone army. Jango already tried to kill him for being a jedi then dipped. And who knows what the jedi will do to him for impersonating them?

So he just. Keeps pretending to be a jedi. And the jedi buy it, cementing their status as frauds in his eyes. Oops, now he's a master, somehow? And they've given him a trainee and a laser sword? And they're threatening to put him on the council???

So obviously he can't quit now. Did EVERYONE ELSE scam their way in too? Did he accidentally join a cult? Is this all some big joke at his expense? He has no idea, but he's in too deep. He's gotta see this through.

Unbeknownst to him, he actually has been using the Force the whole time. He's really good at it, actually, to the point where real jedi see some extremely proficient Force user in their outfit and are like "yeah that checks" without bothering to confirm with anyone else. And Obi-Wan is just so good at 1. Being a jedi and 2. Lying that no one ever realizes that he's a total fraud... except Yoda, who thinks it's absolutely hilarious that this guy accidentally shanghaied himself into a quasi-religious public service job and now he's too stubborn and too embarrassed to leave.

#idek what to call this #accidental jedi au #my writing #ill get to the others tomorrow i promise #ask meme #fic ideas ask meme #anonymous

[so-mordor-itis]

Standing firm in the wind

A sequel to this fic...oops.

You found out he was the Anemo Archon by accident.

The Windblume festival had come to Mondstadt once again, and the essence of love filled the atmosphere. Though, you felt nervous. When it came to the subject of love, and who you possibly felt affection for, you hesitated. One person did always float in your mind, but you didn't want to throw your expectations out into the air.

Naturally, you could've easily given him a present platonically, preventing yourself from giving anything away...but curiosity grew in you. You found yourself sitting in front of your desk, attempting to write a letter.

Six wasted papers later, and you slumped into the chair. How did people do this every year? Convey their feelings onto paper, where the person they loved the most could read it, see their most vulnerable parts of them? Your stomach twisted at the thought--it made you fidget in your seat.

Venti would probably tease you a bit for what you originally wrote down.

You keep me afloat, like nobody else has.

How original, an Anemo pun. The both of you having Anemo visions. It would make sense to someone who was on the outside looking in. Doubt flooded into your system immediately, and you ripped that paper in half.

Why was this so difficult?

Perhaps it was because of the unknown. There was no way of knowing how he felt without asking him, or telling him how you felt.

You had asked Diluc about it the day after. The redhead scrunched his nose, giving you a skeptical look. "The drunken bard who begs you for wine? That's who you want to give a letter to?"

"I-maybe?" You said, you leaned your chin into your palm, "He makes me happy, Diluc. My life changed for the better because of him. I'm not as lonely anymore."

Diluc sighed. He was drying a glass that had originally been touched by Kaeya two hours earlier. (You wanted to guess that was why he had a bit of an attitude.) "The one thing I can say is: be yourself."

"Everyone says that."

"For good reason, you know."

You groaned, face now laying against the cool counter-top. "I just don't know why it scares me so badly."

Diluc paused his cleaning. "Being vulnerable...is scary. Once you put your heart out in the open, someone can take it, and nurture it, or they can grab it and crush it."

You tore your face from the counter, Diluc's eyes were a bit softer. "The bard is actually quite fond of you, you know? Half the time he comes in here, I think it's to see you."

What Diluc said made your heart flutter; suddenly you felt like a teenager again.

"But," Diluc added, "Do be careful."

You tilted your head. "What do you mean?"

"Venti is amazing at hiding things."

That was the first time you heard Diluc say Venti's name.

~

You tried to forget about Diluc's warning. Part of you wanted to believe Venti wouldn't lie to hurt, you never want to hurt you. Why would he? All he's done is make you feel happy, make you feel wanted, heard.

It's why, when you finally finished your letter, you immediately wanted to rip it apart.

"Venti's the Anemo Archon, of course he's full of himself today!" You heard Paimon say. The Traveler had been staying the night in your place while the festival was rampant. Hotels were too expensive, so you offered instantly.

What?

"Shh, Paimon!" scolded the Traveler. "What if they hear?"

"Oh…"

'Oh.' Indeed.

What did Paimon mean, saying Venti was the Anemo Archon?

"Venti is amazing at hiding things."

–

Your mind was spinning. The entire time you had been waiting for the Traveler to sleep, you were thinking about what Paimon said.

"I believe he thinks you're worthy." You recalled Venti saying. He looked so serious in that moment, more serious than you had ever seen him. Naturally, because of his absolute addiction to alcohol, you had believed he was buzzed. That it was the wine speaking for him.

Suddenly, the idea of meeting him at the usual spot placed a pit in your stomach.

As you approached the statue of Barbatos, you began to notice more and more of a likeness. The white marble figure now held his features, the ones you grew to adore over the last few months.

Glancing upwards towards the cupped hands, you felt your chest become lighter seeing his figure wasn't there. Perhaps you should turn back, no one would be out this late, anyway.

"(Name)?"

Your heart dropped. You spoke too soon.

Venti had a curious look on his face as he glanced at your form. His head tilted, and you hated how cute he looked. "Whatcha doing out here? Were you waiting for me?"

You took a deep breath, attempting to play along for the time being. "Something like that."

Venti now wore a playful smile, "Ah, shucks. You could've just asked me. I always have time for you."

I always have time for you.

The temptation to slap your cheeks after they heated up was strong.

"No wine this time huh?" He asked casually, a pout on his face.

"Nah, sorry. I took today off."

"Aw, that's fine. At least you finally took a break. You really deserve it, ya know."

He lifted his arms, and instantly a wind current shot upward. He held out his hand to you, as he always did. You hesitated in taking his hand at first, something he immediately noticed. Venti frowned. "What's up?"

You shook your head. "Oh, nothing. Sorry."

You don't know if you fully convinced him, but after taking his hand you shot up in the air. You hated that you still struggled with this part, but Venti guided you to the hands of the statue once again.

As he always did.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting a bit strange." Now his tone was laced with concern, and the knife plunged further into your heart.

"It's nothing," you told him, doing your best to smile, "I promise."

"If you say so…" You hated how skeptical he looked. As if he knew you so well, knew your soul.

A gentle silence blew through the atmosphere, and you finally were able to calm your nerves. Your mind was still racing, Paimon's voice echoed in your head; it would not leave no matter how many times you told it to.

Venti wouldn't lie to you right?

...Right?

He spoke again, removing you from your thoughts. "I'm glad we could meet again tonight though. The Windblume festival always makes me so happy!"

Is it because you're Barbatos? You thought, somewhat bitterly.

"I get to celebrate it with someone, for once."

The knife plunged even further. It finally reached to the opposite side of your heart when his head softly landed on your shoulder. You had hoped he didn't feel the way your heart was: leaping from your chest, threatening to run and never return.

"Not everyone gets to see me like this, actually. Being sappy." You could hear his voice becoming softer, and your heart began to pound erratically.

You remembered the letter you wrote to him, and wondered how he would react to it.

"Is that so," you said, and without even thinking twice, the next word left your lips, and you wished you could take them back.

"Barbatos?"

~

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[liyuesbian]

inazuma characters (+ aether, lumine, signora) and what instruments i think they'd play

part three of my genshin characters and what instruments i think they'd play series! part one / part two

notes: not sure if i've correctly characterised sayu but i tried! signora's instrument was also pretty hard to think of.. i don't rly think she would play one tbh. might make a revised edition once we get to know the inazuman characters better!

ayaka

100% plays the koto

damn she looks so pretty in a kimono while playing the instrument *heart eyes*

isn't used to compliments so will combust when you tell her how wonderful her performance was

makes other musicians resent their instrument LOL

baal

plays the cello

appears very distant and 2cool4u but will make cupcakes for each orchestra member when it's their birthday

instead of putting her instrument inside its "extremely expensive, high-tech carbon fibre case", she'll unconsciously lay it down on its side and make some complicated construct with music stands and chairs, thus blocking an exit :P

gorou

plays the bassoon

the conductor's pet, tries their hardest to impress them

sheet music is covered in written notes

goes into panic mode when he can't find his neck strap

kazuha

has mastered every kind of japanese flute

is the type to go to the park and switch between reciting poems and playing the flute to assert dominance and secrerly enjoys the stares/attention

specially chooses certain flutes depending on the weather

*flute starts playing* everyone else: "where did all these cherry blossoms come from????"

kokomi

soprano singer i.e. the one with the highest vocal range

:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

always feels the need to lead the choir through everything, even when rehearsals are over

"oh? another solo? you shouldn't have!"

sara

violinist

has perfect pitch and is just naturally good at music

can effortlessly play all paganini caprices without even looking at the sheet music

everyone thinks she's a badass when she plays her electric violin and but she prefers the acoustic bc it's her baby :')

sayu

second chair violin

some days, she looks at the first chair seat and whispers "soon"

other days, says she dgaf, brings a blanket out, and tries to fit in time in rehearsals for a li'l snooze

is normally late to everything but she has the ninja skills to sneak in and pretend she was always there (probably bc she's tiny.. and a 2nd chair jkjk)

scaramouche

the fucking organ

"there is always time for a dramatic entrance" *villain origin story*

parents make him play at church but he's secretly an atheist

and his friends tell him to play in parties which always ticks him off because they then proceed to show him to a keyboard i.e. the inferior instrument... the OPACITY

thoma

trombone

prefers playing the bass trombone because the fart sounds are super deep ;)

depending on the day, he either plays very good or very bad, no in between

sneaks vodka (and his pet dog) into rehearsals to share with childe

yae

double bass

goes with the flow most of the time

nobody knows what she's thinking during rehearsal—she's so chill that everyone in the orchestra has their own theories about what she's really like:

is she a stripper at night? maybe she does nothing and sleeps in bed all day? who really knows?

yoimiya

bibbity-bobbity-boo! i assign the drums to you!

constant head banging

once, she was drumming her fingers without much thought against the table during class and accidentally disclocated a finger

*nervous laugh* "oops!"

aether

oboeist

malding, ugly crying when a non-musician calls it a clarinet

obsessed with his reed, has probably made an instagram account just for it

made a mistake? why not blame it on the reed!

la signora

euphonium player

nobody will forget about her instrument any longer!

will diss your playing ability if you call it a tuba

is probably the most likely to quit band/orchestra after a year (bc who needs the euphonium amirite? JKJK don't kill me euphoniums) but somehow becomes the judge at your next audition >:D

lumine

flute

if she's first chair, will fight people to keep it

otherwise, plots a way to get rid of the people in the chairs above her

loves her twin but please, can he actually learn to play his instrument properly bc at this point, he's playing the reed and not the oboe

#not proofread #genshin #genshin headcanons #ayaka #kamisato ayaka #raiden shogun #baal #gorou #kazuha #kokomi #sara #kujou sara #sayu #scaramouche #thoma #yae #yae miko #yoimiya #aether #la signora #lumine #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin crack

[realisticjojoxreader]

For writing requests: Hugging the Crusaders!!!!!!!! 😳🥺👉🏻👈🏻

this was very fun to write lol these guys suck

stardust crusaders x reader (?), part 3 obviously, 1.4k

JOSEPH:

You ask for a hug and he obliges instantly, starved for affection since his grandson will barely speak to him. His arms are warm around you, stronger than they should be at his age, and he holds you tight, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It feels like you’re the center of his universe.

Taking a deep breath, you wrinkle your nose. What is that smell...? Is that his aftershave? It’s like dust, almost, mixed with wet paper. Where on earth did he get something like that? Why does he use it? It stinks.

The hug is so comfortable, though, and you feel so loved, that you can ignore the weird old man smell. His shirt is scratchy against your skin.

After a long moment, he releases you, hands brushing gently through your hair. Then, something snags, tugging on your hair. Hard. Like, really hard. It actually really fucking hurts. You recoil instinctively, which just pulls your hair even harder, making your scalp burn.

“Oh no!!” screams Joseph, so loudly that you flinch, which just tugs your hair yet again, and you yelp. “Oh shit!! My prosthetic hand is caught in your hair!!”

“Why aren’t you wearing your glove?!”

He hisses apologetically. “I, uh, took it off when I went to the loo.” Oh my god, ew. What the fuck, dude? For a long moment, he stands there trying to undo what he's done, wiggling his fingers in your hair completely ineffectually. “I don’t think we can untangle this ourselves," he says eventually, taking the L. "Let’s go get my grandson.” He turns toward where the others are all standing and takes a slow but confident step forward.

Then Joseph, graceful as ever, trips over absolutely nothing and falls like a sack of bricks. You thoughtlessly brace yourself with your Stand to make sure he doesn’t drag you down, too, forgetting that his hand is very much still stuck in your hair. He falls and takes a hand-sized chunk of your hair with him, leaving you partially bald and sobbing from the pain.

You collapse to the ground, screaming, and the others rush over, finally noticing that something’s happening over here.

“Oops,” says Joseph, holding up a fistful of your hair.

“Nice haircut, idiot,” says Jotaro, looking at you with a tiny smile on his face, like today is Christmas and your partial baldness is his gift from Santa. God, fuck the entire Joestar bloodline. You hope DIO kills them all. They'd absolutely have it coming, though you'd miss Holly.

The only reason you don't abandon them is a promise from Joseph that he'll cover all your expenses until you're back home.

ABDUL:

You ask for a hug and he squints, for second, as if unsure you meant it. When you smile encouragingly, he smiles back and steps forward to wrap you up in his arms.

The hug is warm, like sheets that have just been pulled from the dryer, complete with the clean smell of fresh linen. You’re not sure how he smells so good, seeing as you’ve been traveling in the desert for days, now, and everyone else stinks to high heaven, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

His jewelry rattles as bit as he starts to sway, still holding you tight. You’ve never felt so safe before, especially not since the group made it to Egypt, closing in on DIO in Cairo. As long as you stay in Abdul’s arms, nothing bad can happen.

He pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. His expression is so hopelessly kind that you have to look away, overwhelmed with it. “Look at me,” he says, voice soft as anything, and you oblige. He says half of your name before his face contorts, as if he’s in pain.

“Abdul? Are you—” you get cut off when Abdul sneezes, right on your face, right into your open mouth. “FUCK!” God, it was so wet, you're going to fucking lose it. You can’t help but punch him in the shoulder.

Because he’s a nice person, Abdul is horrified by what he’s just done to you and also graciously ignores you hitting him. “I’m so sorry!”

It was an accident, so you really can’t get too mad, but you’re still upset. That was so fucking gross.

Something smells weird, now, too. Like smoke.

“Hey, noroma,” says Jotaro, calling you the little nickname he has for you—you don't know what it means, but you're the only one he calls that, which you kind of love. It means you're special to him. Him and the others are finally back from the gas station convenience store, arms full of snacks and water. Jotaro looks bored as ever when he tells you, “Your jacket’s on fire.”

Ah. That explains the smoke smell.

Ultimately, your jacket is ruined and you have minor burns on your wrists. You ask the Crusaders to drop you off at the Cairo airport, because you can’t keep fucking doing this, not after what Joseph did to your hair yesterday.

But then Polnareff makes some revolting-ass puppy dog eyes at you, imploring you to stay, and for some reason, you cave. Anything to get him to stop making that awful face.

POLNAREFF:

You ask for a hug and he grins at you, big and stupid and pleased as punch. That's the expression he makes any time anyone is ever nice to him.

His hug is a little awkward, like he's not used to having someone so close to him. It'd make you feel bad for him if he didn't stink to high heaven. You kind of expected that—he's French, after all—so you're able to ignore it, for the most part. It's not like the others smell like a bag of roses, either, except Abdul, because he rules. (Destroyed jacket and burns that still smart something awful notwithstanding.) It's been a long journey.

After not very long at all, Polnareff starts to get antsy, almost vibrating in your arms. What is he, five years old? Can't he relax long enough for a single hug?

Then he starts giggling, which puts you on edge instantly. Nothing good can come out of him when he's snickering like that.

Before you can pull away, though, you find out why he's giggling.

He's still cackling when he presses his wet, sweat-soaked palms against the bare skin of your arms. You violently recoil and, with more anger than you felt even when Joseph partially balded you, you punch Polnareff right in his stupid fucking nose.

Blood erupts from his face like a geyser. Before you can even laugh at him, something hits you with the force of a moving train. It feels… naked?

Oh. It's Star Platinum. Great. Great! That's just what you needed today, to get your ass beat by Jotaro and his mostly-naked guy of a stand.

Maybe DIO's taking applications.

You almost walk off yet again, but Joseph reminds you of his promise and promises that you're allowed to sit in the front of every car from now on. He also stops Jotaro from kicking the shit out of you, so you stick around, though you suspect you'll regret it.

KAKYOIN:

You ask for a hug and he looks at you like you have two heads. “Me?” he asks incredulously, looking around as if searching for the person you were really talking to. The others are all in the restaurant's restroom right now.

“Yes, you. Who else?” There’s literally no one else around.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t really do hugs. Could you go ask Jotaro or something?”

JOTARO:

Instead of asking for a hug—you know he'll just say no—you ambush him with one, waiting for him to turn the corner and walk right into your open arms. This wouldn't normally work, but you made sure to spring your trap when he was in a heated (though still playful) argument with Polnareff about whale sharks.

Just as you planned, he notices you far too late to stop you, and you grin wide as you wrap your arms around him. He feels solid and warm. You never want to let go.

Jotaro doesn't give you much of a choice.

"Ew," he says before summoning Star Platinum, who grabs you by the scruff of the neck like a naughty kitten. "This is why I call you noroma. Fucking dipshit." And with that, Star Platinum flings you bodily into the dirty ass canal running along the side of the road.

DIO is, in fact, taking applications. You get rejected.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter two rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Masterlist and Series Masterlist

Moving and finding an apartment can be an incredibly long and stressful process. Unless you’re you, and life likes to throw a lot of curve balls at you for the utter hell of it.

Your dad dropped dead three weeks after you told Andy you were moving to New York. Coincidentally, right in the middle of you trying to find a place to live. He drank himself to death. Figures. You doubted you’d ever had a conversation with him that he was sober enough to remember. His untimely demise was unfortunate for him, because he died or whatever, but very fortunate for you. As his only child, you got his apartment in Queens and all his smelly hoodies.

You said your goodbyes to Andy and Dani after a night out in the streets of San Francisco. You had originally moved there after high school to start your show, The L/n Report. San Francisco was known for its crimes against the homeless population and you wanted to start with a story on that. You ended up interviewing Andy at the police station while investigating a missing person, and dated him for two years. Now, you were spending your last few hours in San Francisco with the very boy you once loved and the very girl he now did.

“Are you all packed?” Dani asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Pretty much. I gotta put my toothbrush and hairbrush in my suitcase in the morning. Other than that, I’m good to go.” You answered her. She smiled fondly at you as she linked her arm through yours.

“Hey, I’m really gonna miss you. More than that guy over there.” You whispered, nodding towards Andy, who had his head buried in his phone. Dani laughed and nodded in agreement as you continued to walk.

“I’m going to miss you too. You’re my best friend here.” She sighed sadly.

“I’m glad we’re friends. Most women in our position would hate each other.” You thought out loud.

“Uh uh. You’re thinking of women in films. It’s 2021, baby. Women support women. You and I are two talented, smart, beautiful women who would never be caught fighting over some boy. Especially not one who can’t take his eyes off his phone for two seconds.” Dani said loudly and smacked Andy’s arm. You laughed at the domestic moment but couldn’t help feeling a pain in your heart knowing he used to be that way with you.

“What, sorry?” Andy looked up. You and Dani looked at him before looking at each other and laughing.

“What’s funny?” He asked, growing annoyed.

“We’re laughing at you babe. Put your phone away. It’s Y/N’s last night here.” Dani scolded playfully. Andy sighed and reluctantly put his phone in his pocket.

“Right, sorry. And it’s not her last night here. She’s coming back. You are coming back, right?” He asked you. You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure.

“Of course I’ll be back.” You shrugged. “I just want to experience something new for a while. I’ve done a million pieces on homelessness and poverty. I want to see what fresh stories New York has to offer.”

“You’re quoting the Daily Bugle, aren’t you?” Dani teased you.

“That is verbatim what they said to me.” You admitted with a laugh. “But hey, it worked. As of tomorrow, I’m the Daily Bugle’s newest investigative reporter.”

“Who are you reporting on anyway?” Andy showed a rare interest in your work.

“Some guy named Cletus Kasady.” You answered. “He’s some hot shot serial killer down in Queens. No one knows how he’s hiding his victims bodies. Apparently none have ever been close to being found.”

“And they want you to write the story on him?” Andy raised an eyebrow, always with the condescending tone.

“Well they heard about the whole Carlton Drake situation and decided I hadn’t been through enough trauma in my career.” You replied, earning a laugh from Dani but not Andy. You and Andy had already broken up by the time Carlton Drake contracted a symbiote and tried to kill you and Venom. You stopped him before he could hurt anyone and wrote a career defining article on his lethal human experiments. You managed to leave out all information regarding symbiotes from the article, so your secret was still safe. You were a fairly well known reporter since the incident and your next job was waiting for you in New York.

In the morning, You and Venom got on a plane and made your way to New York. Being on a plane with Venom turned out to be the equivalent to traveling with a toddler. You tried to sleep, but every two seconds you had to stop Venom from getting into trouble. She kept trying to open the window, even after you explained to her that everyone on the plane would die horrible death if the window were to open.

“Stop that.” You whispered when you noticed a black tendril creeping towards the window. The lady in the seat next to you shot me a look of confusion. You gave her a fake smile and turned back to the window, doing your best to conceal the small black tendril that was coming out of your body and fidgeting with the airplane window.

“We want it open.” Venom replied telepathically.

“Do you also want us to blow out of the plane and into space?” You said through my teeth.

“We didn’t anticipate that but it’d be appreciated.” Venom answered, making you groan. The rest of the plane ride followed in similar fashion.

Seven hours later, you arrived at the apartment building. You had never been to your dads apartment, you didn’t even know he had one. You wondered what happened to your childhood home as you looked around the place. The apartment wasn’t too small but not too big either. The rent was practically nothing compared to how expensive San Francisco was, and The Daily Bugle offered to cover your expenses until the story was done. You figured after some redecorating and moving in, it would make a fine new home.

The first seven days in the apartment went by smoothly. You unpacked, with little to no help from Venom, and set up the furniture. On the eight day, you sat on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels in the TV when you had a thought.

“Oh shit.” You said out loud.

“What?” Venom, who was curly nestled around your neck like a neck pillow, asked.

“I forgot mail exists.” You frowned. “We better go check the mailbox before it overflows.”

You and Venom grudgingly walked to the mailboxes and back again. No one was around, so she manifested herself and rested on your shoulder as I looked through the mail.

“Oops. I grabbed someone else’s mail too.” You clicked your tongue when you read a strangers name off the envelope. “I gotta find them.”

“Let’s go.” Venom said and pulled you towards the front door.

“Sorry, babe. This is a me thing, not a we thing. You know I love you but I don’t want to scare our neighbors. Not yet anyway.” You reasoned. Venom grumbled and went back inside your body.

You checked the address of the envelope and discovered that it belonged to the apartment directly across from you.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited for someone to open it as you mindlessly cracked your knuckles. Just as you were about to walk away, the door opened.

“Hi, are you May Parker?” You asked right away. You looked up from the envelope and your face instantly flushed. The person staring back at you definitely wasn’t May Parker. It was a boy around your age, maybe a little younger. He had soft brown eyes and wavy brown hair. It was gelled back loosely and you could see the outline of soft curls. To your surprise, he was just as flushed as you were. You stared at each other for a moment, no one wanting to be the first to blink.

“Yea. I’m May Parker.” The boy said finally. He shut his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head.

“I mean, no I’m not. But that’s my Aunt. May is my Aunt but I’m not May. That’s my Aunt May. I’m her nephew…obviously. Aunt May is my Aunt May. I…what?” He stumbled over his words and somehow turned even redder. His blush reached all the way down his neck, to his blue jumper that read “Midtown Tech” in yellow letters. You recognized the name of one of the most prestigious high schools in New York, already impressed with your new neighbor.

“Well hello, not May Parker. I’m also not May Parker. But I seemed to forget that when I grabbed your mail this morning. Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly as you handed his mail to him. The boy rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at it and attempted to redeem himself.

“It’s not problem. She and I always forget to check the mail so you actually helped us, um, whoever you are.” He smiled weakly. His voice was cute. He had that Queens accent that the people of San Francisco lacked, for obvious reasons.

“Oh, right.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I’m Y/N L/N. I just moved here from San Francisco. I live across the hall.”

You pointed to the door behind you as if he didn’t know what “across the hall” meant. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You were never this awkward.

His eyes lit up a bit once you told him where you lived.

“Really? I thought that smelly guy lived there.” The boy said and you stifled a laugh.

“That smelly guy was my father. He died a little while ago so I live there now.” You told him, malign the boys eyes widen. They were so brown. Like little pools of honey. Or little pools of the Hudson River. You had seen a million pairs of brown eyes before, but none like his. They were quite distracting to be honest.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I had. I had no idea-“ he began to frantically apologize but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it. We never got along. And you’re right, that man stank.” You chuckled. It was the first thing you said that felt like your old self. You hadn’t really talked to anyone since moving to New York, with the exception of Venom and the occasional phone call from Andy or Dani. You liked talking to this boy, though you still had no idea who he was.

“Oh thank God. I thought I screwed this up before it even went anywhere.” He immediately turned red when he heard his own words. You saw the regret in his eyes and decided to throw him a bone.

“Well it certainly can’t go anywhere until you tell me your name.” You flirted. Again, he relaxed. You felt a surge of confidence knowing he wanted this to go well.

“Parker. I’m Parker Peter. I mean, Peter Parker.” He fumbled over his words again, making you smile fondly.

“We like him. He’s cute.” Venom said telepathically. You looked down at my shoes and blushed, knowing you liked him too.

“And he looks delicious.” She added, ruining the moment.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter Parker.” You gave him your best smile. “I’m glad there’s someone my age around here. Everyone I’ve met so far is either an old bitty or a creepy uncle type.” You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth. You didn’t know what his sense of humor was like and he might not find you the slightest but funny. Andy always told you you were bad at telling jokes, and you feared he might be right.

Lucky for you, Peter burst out laughing.

“Ah. I’ve seen you’ve met Henry.” Peter pointed a finger down the hall. “Yeah, I’d stay away from him. He asked me if he could have pictures of my feet once. He said he’d “pay me handsomely” for it too.”

“Damn. So he beat me to asking you.” You pretended to be upset, which made Peter laugh again. The sound of his laugh made your heart pick up speed. You weren’t used to feeling like this. Boys rarely impressed you, Andy was just lucky you liked a man in uniform.

“Yeah. You better stay away from him.” Peter advised.

“It might be hard.” You clicked your tongue. “Our mailboxes are pretty close. I’ll make a mental note to never check my mail while wearing flip flops, though.”

Peter smiled at your joke. He had the kind of smile that you would make the person laugh just to see it again. It was brilliant.

“Well my mailbox should be directly above yours. So don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He grinned, and you grinned back.

“My hero.” You gushed as you put your hands over your heart. The tips of his ears went pink, like he was shocked that you said that.

“I’m no hero.” He sounded almost panicked, like you touched a nerve or something.

“We’re hungry. We need to eat.” Venom interrupted abruptly, causing you to jump. Since Peter couldn’t hear her, he looked at you strangely, not knowing the cause of your sudden jolt.

“Sorry, I uh, I thought I saw a spider.” You lied.

“If there was a spider, we’d eat it. We need food. Now.” Venom demanded.

Peter looked up at his doorframe for the imaginary spider.

“Yeah, New York is full of them.” Peter said skeptically. “Not that full, though. And some spiders are nice. One might even call them friendly.”

“Right.” You laughed at his strange wording, unaware that you were both keeping a secret.

“Would…” Peter began but trailed off, seemingly mulling something over in his head. “Would you like to eat dinner with my Aunt and I? I remember when we first moved in, it took us a while to get into the swing of things and make dinner every night. If you like, you could join us. And, you know, we could get to know each other.” He offered. It all came out in one breath. You could tell he was nervous and that only drew you in more.

“I’d love to Peter.” You said, and he smiled in relief.

“Great.” He gave an awkward thumbs up. “We usually eat around six so maybe come around then? She’ll be so happy to meet you. She loves cooking and she always tries to get me to learn but I once burnt cereal and I still don’t know how.” Peter began to ramble. He cut himself off and shook his head again. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Then, you did something stupid. You put your hand on his arm like the dumb bitch you were. You barely knew this guy. Who the hell were you to touch him? He must’ve been thinking the same thing, since he instantly froze under your touch and stared at your hand on his arm.

“Don’t apologize. I can’t cook either. Unless you count making tater tots as cooking. Then I’m Gordon Ramsey.” You assured him, feeling him relax under your touch.

“You’re just gonna mention tater tots without warning us first? Our mouth is watering. Can we eat Peter?” Venom asked, making your eyes widen.

If it was socially acceptable to scream at your symbiote in public, you would’ve yelled “NO, WE CANNOT EAT PETER” from the top of your lungs. But since you didn’t want to scare Peter and the rest of the neighbors away, you merely smiled and made another mental note to smack the shit out of Venom later.

“I love that man. “Where is the lamb sauce?” Peter mimicked in a bad British accent. He had no right being as charming as he was.

“No no no.” You shook your head. “His best line is “I’ll get you more pumpkin and I’ll ram it right up your ass. Would you like it whole or diced?”. He’s said some pretty wild things but that one makes me cry.”

Peters laugh rang through the halls. To be the cause of that laugh was a feeling like no other. You stood there for a while, just looking at each other. His eyes grazed down your body, but not in a crude way. You berated yourself for not dressing better when going to meet the neighbors, clad in nothing but a grey hoodie and some leggings. Peter looked cute, but you had a feeling he always did. His jumper was pretty baggy and you could see a collared shirt poking out the top. He was dressed almost professionally and you found it incredibly endearing.

You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to know his secrets and his hobbies and what makes him itch. You wanted to see if he dresses this way on weekends too or what his summer clothes looked like. Your gawking was interrupted by Peters phone ringing. He broke out of his trance and answered it quickly.

“Hi, Mr. S. No I’m not busy. I mean, I’m super busy but I can totally make time for you. Yea, Happy talked to me. Okay. Okay. Where? Okay. See you in a bit.” Peter hung up and looked at you apologetically.

“That was my job. I have to run but I’ll be back in time for our dinner. I live at…you know where I live. I’ll see you then. Don’t be late.” Peter called as he ran down the hallway, towards the elevator.

“I won’t. See you later.” You called back.

You went back to your apartment and like a kid, broke out into a happy dance.

“Venom!! Did you see how cute he was?” You gushed. “And how funny he is? I have to get ready for tonight.”

Venom manifested and swirled around my arm.

“Someone has a crush.” Venom smirked. Well, as much of a smirk as she could muster with that huge mouth of hers.

“I don’t have a crush. I just think he’s cute okay?” You replied coyly. “Cute. And funny and sweet and charming and amazing. But that’s it.”

“We can feel your heart beat.” Venom reminded you. “It was going ten miles an hour. What would Andy say?”

You had been rummaging through your closet and stopped in your tracks. With Peters new inhabitance in your mind, you had forgotten all about Andy. You moved to New York to avoid his wedding and his moving on, and you might’ve succeeded.

“I don’t care what he’d say.” You decided. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But we want him to be.” Venom insisted. “We want him back, remember?”

“I don’t know what I want.” You answered honestly. “I just want to get ready for tonight.”

“Why are you getting ready now? You have 5 hours until you have to be there and it’s right across the hall.” Venom teased.

“Only 5 hours?” You sighed. “We better get moving.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #iron man

[littlemisslipbalm]

“Similar Tastes”

An enemies to lovers classic. You and Harry are too similar for you to ever get along...maybe

Hi hi! This is for @majorharry’s 20k celebration writing !!! Hope you all enjoy, I always love to hear from you :)))

The prompts I used: “How about you get off my dick” and “Sorry, I didn’t know”

This gif bc Harry “oh god that’s TEQUILA” Styles is king

Fluff? Smut? But definitely angst? Idk how to describe it bahaha a little bit of everything

Word Count: 4.0k | Warnings: language (there are actually two slurs in this - they’re bisexual slurs and they’re said by the bad guy so just take that into consideration), mature content (not quite smut but y’know), alcohol consumption, girl kissing girl at one point

Pt. 2 is up!

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Saturday night. It was finally time to go out with your group of friends and you couldn’t be happier. Well, you could, but what would make you that happy wasn’t possible. If one of the people in your friend group wasn’t there. That would make you the happiest.

Almost everyone has that one person in your friend group who you can’t stand. Like, at first you don’t really know them and then as you get to know them more you just can’t stand them.

For you that was Harry.

While neither of you would admit why you hated each other, it was obviously about how everyone would always compare the two of you. You had practically identical personalities, and had similar fashion taste. At first, everyone else thought you would end up together because it seemed like you were perfectly matched. But the first time someone said, “Oh, Harry, your jacket looks just like the one Y/N wore last week.” Both of you had seethed in complete dissatisfaction. 

Naturally, Harry took his jacket off early in that evening and you never wore yours again. You hated being compared to Harry, being told he had made a similar joke or said the same thing about something made you want to reevaluate your entire value system. Maybe it was because you both had such an individualistic mindset, but neither of you enjoyed being compared to anyone and that’s what made it all the worse when people chose to compare you to each other. It boiled down to both of you wanting to be the best at everything - the most unique, rather - that made you dislike the other so much.

So, tonight at the bar, as your group rattled in from the street, you stuck close to your pals at the front while Harry was chatting with someone near the back of the pack. Your eyes had met briefly when you’d seen each other’s outfits. Harry’s a half unbuttoned Gucci cream dress shirt, that was rolled to his elbows, tucked into high waisted navy trousers finished with cream boots and yours a navy bra top with a faux collar and a deep cut to show your cleavage paired with cream high waisted pleated pants and navy loafers. Not exactly the same, but if you had stood next to one another it would have looked planned. You rolled your eyes at him as he narrowed his towards you. You couldn’t wait to order a few drinks and let loose after a hard week at work.

As you all approached a booth, somehow the group shifted and Harry and you were suddenly side by side as everyone was getting in the booth. Then, you were sitting and Harry was right beside you. He tried to cover his groan of annoyance when he realized he’d have to be sitting next to you, once again regarding your outfit with disdain. Your only response was glaring at him. The friend who you had been talking to, Marie, placed her hand over your ring-clad one, that was now gripping the side of the table out of annoyance. “Play nice,” she said. You relaxed at her touch trying to refocus on the purpose of the night, fun.

Soon, a waitress made it to your table and smiled sweetly at all your bright faces. Harry and you were located to her left, and her eyes reached you last.

“Oh! You two are too cute! I love when couples coordinate their outfits!”

Harry’s eyes bulged out of his head and you gave a tight-lipped smile as you tried to keep yourself from having a blood vessel pop in your eye right then.

“We’re not” you began, Harry cut you off, “together, love.”

His expression changed as he smirked up at the waitress, trying to make it clear that he was very much single.

“Oh! My apologies...So what can I get everyone?”

As she began to take the orders, you shoved your elbow into Harry’s rib. You did it for two reasons, for him cutting you off when you were talking and for being so on top of you in the booth.

He turned to you, “The fuck was that for?”

“For being an asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

As you’re about to go off on him about being rude, Marie taps your hand and you realize it's your turn to order.

You clear your throat, trying to shake off your angry tone, “Tequila on the rocks, please.”

The waitress nods and then turns to smile at Harry, he gives you side eyes of disdain, “What’s your most expensive tequila?”

Her smile grew, “We’ve got Don Julio Real and Gran Patron for top shelf.”

“Don Julio on the rocks, please.” He winked.

She nods, scribbling something on her notepad, “Oh! Would you like Don Julio as well?” she returns to you.

You shook your head, “No. Jose Cuervo works just fine,” and glared at Harry once more.

Of course he would ask for top shelf, you thought. Harry couldn't have gotten through saying the exact same order as you, especially after the waitress had already pointed out the similarity in your clothes.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Being in such close proximity to Harry made you incapable of leaving the bickering alone. Everyone else always ignored when the two of you really got into it, because it honestly wasn’t that interesting. Like an old married couple, though none of them would ever dare say it.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N?”

You scoffed as he turned in his seat to look at you. “Oh, please, you just couldn’t handle ordering the same thing as me. You had to flex that you could order Don Julio!”

“You’re just upset because you can’t.”

“Come off it! I could, but I don’t feel the need to boost my ego by showing off to the waitress that I can afford the expensive stuff.” You laughed at his attempt at snubbing you about what you can and can’t afford.

His eyes darkened and flashed at you and you could see it even in the dim lighting off the bar. “I wasn’t trying to show off, it’s not my fault you don’t care to drink the good stuff.”

“Okay, Harry,” you say sarcastically, waving him off.

He huffed, annoyed that you were the only person he was sitting next to. He had to call across the table if he wanted to speak to anyone that wouldn’t involve you being completely in the way. As he was about to call out to Mitch who was directly across from him, the waitress returned with everyone’s drinks.

“Jose Cuervo on the rocks! And Don Julio on the rocks!” She beamed at the group after finishing handing them out.

Everyone thanked her and she disappeared. You and Harry simultaneously took sips of your drinks.

You wrinkled your nose, “This isn’t Jose Cuervo…”

Harry placed his drink on his coaster and swallowed, licking his lips he said, “I think mine is, tastes cheap.”

“You’re really an ass,” you say as you shove your misgiven drink to him and snatch his from the table instead.

Harry growing tired of your arguing already, “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of the correct drink.

You take a sip of your own drink and sigh again, “This isn’t even tequila, what the fuck?”

“Ah, no wonder it tasted like shit. What do you think it is?”

“Well, considering there’s only, like, a handful of clear hard liquors besides silver tequila, probably vodka, idiot,” you breathed the last word under your breath, still Harry stared at you with daggers in his eyes. You weren’t actually sure how many other liquors it could be, but you were so pissed off by the whole situation you just wanted to make him shut up.

“Well that’s a bummer, kid. Maybe next time, order a better tequila and she’ll get it right.”

You shoved him, not wanting to wait for the waitress to come back to fix her mistake, “How about you get off my dick and then I can go get something worth drinking?”

Harry huffed as he slowly moved his body up from his seat, yet he stayed so close to the opening of the booth you were practically chest to chest when you slipped out. Due to that, and maybe a little bit on purpose, you knocked your drink forward to get a small amount on him. Not enough for him to be drenched, but enough to bug him for the rest of the night.

“Oops?” you tilted your head and held a sickeningly sweet smile on your face as you looked at his taken aback look. His prominent jaw had dropped as the cold liquid had pooled over his left breast pocket, some of his tattoos now much more visible. You quickly turned on your heel and bounced off to the bar. Harry grumbled and sat back down, Marie leaned over with a napkin, trying to dry him off a bit.

With a fresh drink in hand you weaved back to the table, all your friends were laughing together at something Harry had seemingly said. When you arrived everyone beamed up at you, far more jovial after a few sips of their drinks. Only Harry’s face was sour, but you chose to ignore it and smile at your friends, waiting for Harry to get up to let you into your seat that he had occupied in your absence. When he didn’t, your face began to fall from its smile.

“Are you going to get up?”

“No, just take that seat,” he waves his hand beside him, trying to go back to the conversation he was engaging in before you had arrived.

“But, you’re in my seat,” you pushed.

“You’re the one who decided to get up and leave it.”

“You cannot be serious, Harry.”

“As a heart attack,” he said flatly, and then turned his head to Sarah who was next to Marie.

You looked around the table for help, Mitch gave a slight sad smile like he felt bad, but everyone knew there was no changing Harry’s mind. You knew you didn’t have the strength to yank his large, muscled body out of the booth, so you resigned and took his old seat. There, you kicked Harry’s leg harshly and took a long sip of your alcohol, just wanting to get drunk enough to want to dance and then not be near Harry.

After a second round of drinks, this time the waitress getting your order right, you were feeling better. Harry and you were largely ignoring each other and laughing along with the rest of your friends to some story. Every so often his leg would open up and bump into yours and you’d hit back at it harder, his eyes sliding to your face for a moment and then looking away. He made you so hot with anger and the closeness of bodies in that bar already had the temperature way too high. You gulped at your drink, trying to cool down, but it only had the opposite effect, the alcohol mixing with your blood, heating up your insides, as well.

Then, once the third round of drinks were served, Marie suggested it was time to dance, commenting that some random song that was currently playing was ‘her favorite’. It wasn’t, but whenever she got drunk, every song was ‘her favorite’. However, you were all happy to oblige, feeling restless as the alcohol was buzzing in your systems.

Out on the dance floor, some of the couples in your friend group paired off to dance on each other while the rest of you spread out. You spotted a woman in the crowd wearing a sequin dress that looked absolutely gorgeous on her, her blonde hair reminding you of some rocker chick in the 70’s. While making your way towards her, Harry tried to get in front of you, obviously making his way to her as well.

Another thing Harry and you had in common, the people you typically went for - men and women. Shaking him off with a hand on his chest and a glare, you reached her first and she smiled at you as you complimented her outfit and began to dance with her. Harry resigned to staying with some of your other friend’s when he saw how the woman threw her head back at something you said to her. Soon, she was grinding herself against your front, your lips attached to her neck, hands on her hips.

Feeling particularly happy with yourself, your gaze flitted around the crowded dance floor. Eyes scanning those around you, you soon made eye contact with Harry, who actually wasn’t that far off. His eyes looked a more dull green in the light and he rolled them when he saw you looking up from your place against the beautiful woman. While he still looked on at your languid figures pressed together, you teased your tongue up her neck a bit, causing the woman to keen into your touch. As Harry was about to look away, shaking his head at your antics, he caught sight of a guy approaching you and the other woman.

He said something to the pair of you, but you couldn’t hear him. The woman had opened her eyes to look at the guy and you had removed your lips from her, shaking your head that you didn’t catch what he said.

He repeated himself, yelling this time, “Fauxbians out here trying to catch a real man! How ‘bout we make you total lugs!”

He was loud enough for your friends to hear, including Harry who had been watching the whole scene play out. He pushed through the crowd to get to your side, he might not like you, but he couldn’t stand someone who was homophobic, or biphobic, in this case. You pushed the woman off of you and to the side, she was clearly upset and you weren’t going to let what the guy said slide.

“What the fuck, man? You think it’s okay to say shit like that to people? What year are you living in, like for real?”

As you were about to start really ripping into him, you felt Harry’s presence beside you. You looked over and he looked angry, like really angry, not annoyed or exasperated as he usually did with you. Angry like he was about to grab this guy by the shirt and start pummeling him. Even with all the alcohol in your system, you knew that wouldn’t actually help the situation, even if you did want someone to wipe the smug look off this guy’s face, which had only grown worse since you’d started yelling at him. It was like this stranger was getting off on making these two women in front of him uncomfortable and upset.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Harry spat at the guy.

“Harry,” you turned your body towards him and put your hand on his chest, placing yourself between him and the rude guy, “I’m not letting you get into a fight over what he said. It’s not worth it.”

He had pushed himself almost against this guy, Harry easily hovering over him. Harry looked down at you and then back to the guy, who was chuckling to himself, stepping back from the scene.

He seethed, “You disgust me,” he looked at the man. “Just crawl back into whatever hole your sorry ass came out of.”

The guy just laughed and walked off. Harry looked down at you, his eyes softening instantly. You couldn’t exactly distinguish the look he gave you, you just knew it was something you’d never seen directed at you.

Your brow remained furrowed as you looked at him, then he said, “Let’s get some air.”

You looked around the room for your sequined dress woman, but she was nowhere to be found. So you let Harry take you by the hand out the side exit, to the bar’s alleyway.  

Outside, you immediately brought your hands to rub over your exposed arms, the tiny sleeves of your shirt not being enough to brave the brisk night air. The altercation had shaken you up quite a bit and immediately sobered you. Harry stepped closer to you out of instinct, seeing you were shivering, but having nothing to offer warmth except himself. The two of you leaned against the bar’s outer wall and took a few deep breaths.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked, voice slightly hoarse from yelling in the loud bar.

“Fine. You?”

Why was he being so nice, you were surprised he had stepped in at all, but now he was checking in on you past that, it was confusing.

“Of course. You didn’t even let me get a single swing in.”

You scrunched your face at his comment regarding violence. “Why did you even come over? I can handle myself,” you asked, suddenly feeling the normalcy of bickering settle between the two of you.

Harry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. His pectoral muscles slightly shifted and pushed around his cross pendant in the center of his chest.

“Because he was a dick,” he started, then sighed, “And because I can’t just let some homophobe say a bunch of slurs to my friend.”

Your eyes grew wide and shown in the street lamp, as they looked up into Harry’s green ones. He was slightly sweaty from the bar, but it was quickly drying and leaving a slight sparkle on his skin. His jaw was tensed, as he tried to maintain eye contact with you. You remained silent, unaware how to respond to his statement that he did, despite much evidence saying otherwise, care about you.

Harry decided to continue, “You might piss me off, like all the time, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for a random asshole to say that kind of shit to you.”

“I’m your friend?” you circled back to what he had said earlier. Your voice was small and also hoarse from yelling in the bar.

“Of course, Y/N, what the fuck?”

“I thought...I guess I never saw it that way.”

“Harsh.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know competing all the time and being annoyed with each other was friendship.” You shifted closer to Harry, your words dripping in sarcasm. Even now, as the two of you checked in on each other and talked about your friendship, you managed to fight.

“That’s just because you’re constantly infuriating me and getting us into fights,” Harry smirked, tapping a finger on your cold nose.

“I think you’ve got it backwards, there, Har,” you winked.

“No, I don’t think so,” he shrugged and pressed closer to you.

Neither of you were very clear on what your bodies were doing, slowly moving so that you had your back against the wall and Harry’s hips were pressed up against yours.

“It’s not my fault you’re always jealous of me,” you breathe, his face inches from yours.

Harry snorted a laugh out of his nose, his eyes slowly blinking and looking away from you, before staring directly at you. “Oh, please, now who has it backwards?” His right arm went up beside your head and his hand rested on the cold stone next to you. His breath, from his laughter and words, fanning over your face, made you close your eyes at the warmth.

You moved both of your hands up to his chest, and he looked down at the movement. One moved up to grip his shoulder and the other fiddled with the cross that had caught your attention when he had folded his arms.

After a beat, Harry said your name, barely above a whisper. Your head tilted up, looking up at him questioningly. You didn’t really understand the position the two of you had shifted yourselves into. “Can I kiss you?” Harry asked.

“Do you want to?”

“Kind of…” He ran a finger over your cheekbone.

Your eyes danced with mischief “Why?”

“Are you serious?” Harry asked in slight disbelief.

“As a heart attack,” you said gravely, throwing the words he had used earlier back at him. He sighed a slight laugh.

“Like I said, infuriating…”

Just as he was about to pull away, you reached up and connected your lips with his. Your hand cupped his strong jaw and brought him closer to you. His warm, wet lips pushed against yours with vigor. There was passion in the kiss. A constant push and pull for who got to be in control. You sucked on his lower lip, trying to get him to open up his mouth, but he declined.

He pressed you further onto the wall, while cradling your head to keep it from knocking against the concrete. His teeth nipped at your lip after a few more moments of fervent open mouth kisses without tongue. You resigned to not getting your way and let his tongue lick into you. Your tongue pressed against his as the two of you continued kissing. While his mouth was harsh, the rest of his touch was mostly soft. The hand that didn’t cradle your head was rubbing up and down your side, only venturing down to your bottom occasionally and squeezing quickly.

Finally, he pulled back, gasping slightly for air. He then rested his forehead against yours and you looked at him from beneath your lashes. One of your hands was now twisted in his curls, while the other was gripping his shirt, over the dried vodka spill from earlier. You smiled as you exhaled a big breath. Harry chuckled giddily.

“That was hot,” you said.

“Y’know, having similar tastes...might not be such a bad thing after all.”

“Knowing us we probably like all the same things…” you trailed off, blushing at the suggestion.

“Why don’t we find out sometime,” Harry winked before brushing his lips against yours once more.

Pecks weren’t possible for either of you though, both of you furiously pressing back together, hungry for more of the heat that came from you kissing.

“That’d be nice,” you whimpered against his lips.

“I think it’d be more than nice…” Harry brought his head down to suck on a part of your exposed cleavage, one of his legs pressed between yours, pushing slightly up into your heat. A strangled moan left your lips as you tried to stifle it. Harry chuckled, his face moved up to right beside your ear, “You’d probably love to have me take you right here, huh?”

His leg pressed up into you and your body automatically grinded down on the pressure. The alcohol and sexual grinding from earlier had gotten you horny and the making out with Harry had definitely heightened your desire.

“But we both know you can’t,” you gained your strength and pressed a little on his shoulders.

As much as you desired Harry right now and he seemed to desire you, as well, he was right. You two were extremely similar and would never actually have sex in a bar alleyway, as much as you might want to in the moment. You both laughed, releasing the sexual tension that was surrounding you.

“I know, but it’s fun to pretend we could...How about we go to my place and see what other fantasies we share?” Harry twisted a strand of your hair in his large hand.

“For once, I’m happy to be on the same page as you, Harry,” you grinned. He picked you up and spun you around, making you shriek in laughter, before heading back into the bar to gather your stuff.

You were quick to scurry out of the bar after telling your friends you were both leaving, tired from everything that had happened. Everyone simply nodded, but the minute you were far enough away they all snickered about the lipstick smeared on the corners of Harry’s lips and your terribly mused hair. Mitch even placed a twenty in the palm of Sarah’s open hand, shaking his head in defeat.

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Adoption AU - Wild and Warriors: The Epic Quest For Taco Bell at 3 am

@tortilla-of-courage so you mentioned you’d be interested in my Adoption AU one-shots, and now that things have calmed down in my house a bit I figured I’d post the first one-shot I wrote; the one about Wild and Warriors going for a Taco Bell run. Theoretically, I was going to do a one-shot for each grouping of boys, as an introduction, but I don’t think that’s happening anymore. Either way, here’s the first thing I wrote!

(And, anyone else who would like to be tagged if/when I post more for this AU, let me know here and I’ll make a list or something)

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“anyone know any good substitutes for love and personal fulfilment?”

Warriors sent the tweet without much thought. He didn’t actually care about an answer, he just felt like venting about his most recent break up in a vague way, and thought he was being funny. He could already see Legend rolling his eyes.

His phone dinged a few times, one reply from Twilight, asking why he was up so late (which he’d responded to with the same inquiry, which had Twilight going silent), one from Legend mocking him, one from Hyrule trying to actually help. He was surprised how many of his brothers were up at this hour.

He dropped the phone on his bed, rubbing his eyes. He wasn’t actually all that tired, probably a consequence of having all afternoon classes and a habit of leaving his work to the last minute. Eh, the first year was supposed to be mostly parties anyways. (Not that Time would ever find out he said that.)

His phone dinged again and he groaned, eying the clock and the small bottle of melatonin next to it. 2:43 am. He should sleep. He didn’t have anything tomorrow, he finished his last final earlier that afternoon, though, so a few more minutes couldn’t hurt.

He picked up the phone and woke it up again. He blinked a few times at the new reply.

“crunchwrap supreme from taco bell”

He ignored Twilight yelling at Wild for being up, as apparently Wild did have a final tomorrow still. Not that Wild was paying any more attention.

He snorted, hitting the like button on Wild’s tweet and clicking off his phone. He reached up to stretch, yawning as he did. He eyed the melatonin bottle again. Technically, he didn’t need the supplements to sleep, but with how messed up his sleep schedule was, they did help him knock out when he planned on sleeping at a reasonable hour. This wasn’t a reasonable hour, but sleepiness hadn’t set in yet either.

Before he could decide, his phone lit up with a text notification. He tilted his head back and pointed his phone down to look at instead of dropping his arms.

Gordon Ramsey 2:44 am

lets go

Warriors blinked once. Then again. He unlocked his phone to type back.

what?????? go where?????

A second passed when he got a reply.

taco bell

for your substitute for love

since you got dumped and need something

oops was that too soon

sorry 

Warriors blinked at the screen again. Wild lived twenty minutes away from the university Warriors was attending, and the nearest Taco Bell was no closer. Plus, Time had revoked Wild’s driving privileges after he crashed his bike into the barn and broke both and his arm. There was no way Wild was getting to the university, much less a fast food joint. Especially at this hour.

and how do you plan to do that? You aren’t allowed to drive yet Mr. Broken Arm

you have a care

*car

That was a very good point.

you are suggesting that I drive 20mins outside of town to pick you up, drive another 20mins back into town, then drive around downtown until we find an open taco bell, at 3am on a school night before you have a final?

There was a few seconds pause, just long enough for Warriors to consider that he’d given up on it.

no

we wont be driving all over town

i googled it and found one

its like 10mins form your collage

*from

*college

Warriors considered that.

twilight won’t be happy

only if he finds out

Wild made a very good point.

how do you plan to get out of the house without him noticing?

i have a window war

The response was so immediate, and he was probably sleep deprived enough, that he burst out laughing when it sent.

20mins

He clicked his phone shut and shoved it in his pocket, grabbing a jacket and his scarf on the way out of his room. He was struggling to shrug them both on at once when he realized his roommate was still up too. There was a tense staredown as their eyes met and they both froze.

Volga broke the standoff by closing his book. “And where are you going at this hour?”

Warriors considered that. “My brother bribed me with food to break him out of the house,”

“At,” he glanced at his watch, “two forty-nine am?”

“Yes,”

The silence was tense.

Volga sighed and opened his book again. “Don’t crash and die, I’d hate to have to get a new roommate when I’ve finally gotten used to you,”

“Don’t burn the dorm down while I’m gone,” Warriors joked back, finally getting the fabric to work with him.

“It happened once, and it’s not like you’re any better at cooking!”

“I don’t set what I make on fire, and then freak out and throw it when blowing out that fire doesn’t work,” he grabbed his keys from the dish by the door and waved behind him.

“It happened once, Link!”

“And it’s why we order out now,” he grinned, ducking out the door. “See you later, Volg, be back in an hour or so,”

He could hear Volga’s angry shout through the door, so hurried down the stairs to the ground level as quickly as he could, before Volga woke their neighbor again.

He was still giggling when he got to the parking lot. Volga was just too easy to rile up.

The cool night air woke him up a little more so, and he took a deep breath as he located his car. A hand-me-down vehicle, he inherited it from Time when he was old enough to drive. Mostly this was so he could stop asking everyone else for their cars when he wanted to go somewhere. A little elbow grease however, and no one could tell it was at least 20 years old and not fresh off the lot. He made sure none of his brothers were allowed to drive it, especially after Wild got his bike stuck in a tree, or Legend crashed into a lake, or Twilight picked up drag racing, or Wild got his bike stuck on the roof, or Hyrule lost his car, or Four rolled his truck, or Wild and the barn literally last week. A lot of the crashes in the family came from Wild going ‘oh yeah? Watch this!’ now that he thought about it. It was a miracle he still had the same bike.

The twenty minute drive to the farm was pretty boring, nothing of note really happening.

He turned off his headlights as he pulled into the drive, not wanting to wake anyone, especially Time, up. He shot off a quick text to Wild when he parked.

A window opened and Legend’s head poked out to glare at him. His phone dinged.

Royal Pain 3:12 am

what are you doing here?

He glared back at Legend and typed out a response.

taco bell run

Legend glanced down, presumably at his phone, then back up a Warriors with an incredulous expression.

at 3am????

and if so why are you /here/????

Warriors pointedly looked around the house where Wild emerged from the bushes. Said brother grinned and popped open the passenger door to climb in.

“Hey,” he grinned. His hair was a mess, with at least two visible sticks stuck in it, and he was still in his sleep clothes. Despite this, he seemed fine.

“Legend has us made,” Warriors nodded to their brother, who was still glaring with his head out the window.

Royal Pain 3:15 am

twilight won’t be happy about this

Warriors frowned, trying to shield his phone from Wild as he typed back.

twilight won’t know

Warriors did not like the look in Legend’s eyes as he got the next text.

unless i tell him

Warriors glared up at his brother, working his jaw.

what do you want?

He hated the pleased grin Legend shot him.

the most expensive thing on the menu on your dime

fine

Warriors shoved his phone away with a growl, flipping off the overly smug Legend as he put the car in gear. “Asshole,” he muttered.

“What was that about?” Wild asked.

“We’re buying him food too now,” Warriors growled, flicking back on his headlights.

“Oh, cool,” Wild leaned back into the seat and pulled out his phone. “So the Taco Bell we’re going to only has the drive thru open, and it’s just off main street,”

Warriors nodded, focussing on the road and not that Wild had found the aux cord.

About thirty minutes later, as Wild finally turned down the music to provide directions, he snapped and turned to Warriors mid direction. “Do you want to sign my cast?”

Warriors blinked. “Maybe when we stop, I’m not crashing to sign your cast right now.”

Wild nodded, and pointed across Warriors at the street they had to go down.

They pulled into the drive thru and ordered, then had to wait for the very expensive thing Legend wanted. Warriors turned to Wild as the car idled.

“Do you have a marker?”

Wild blinked at him, then brightened up and offered out a sharpie and his right arm. The cast, under the signatures and well wishes of their family and all of Wild’s friends, was painted in very poorly drawn flames. Warriors raised an eyebrow as he searched for a clear spot to sign.

“Hyrule painted it for me,” Wild explained with a grin.

“Ah,” Warriors hummed as he finally tracked down an empty space by Wild’s elbow.

He scrawled out his name, not much room for anything else, and then handed the capped sharpie back to Wild while he twisted around to accept the food from the drive thru worker.

He shot off a text to Legend to let him know they had his food, alongside an upset emoji. Legend sent him a devil face emoji back. Wild dug through the bag for his food, sharpie stuck in his hair alongside the twigs, which seemed to be multiplying.

Warriors rolled his eyes and pulled back onto the road.

At some point, Wild pulled the wrap out and handed it to Warriors, who ate one handed as he drove. Wild was right about one thing, the wrap did taste very good.

He pulled into the drive of the farmhouse, headlights off, just as he finished off the wrap. He phone dinged the second he put the car in park.

Royal Pain 3:58 am

where’s my food bitch

Warriors looked up to the window where Legend was leaning out and glaring at him.

Wild laughed at the surly look on Legend’s face, climbing out and taking the bag with him. “I’ll feed him,” he promised, grinning. “Thanks for the trip, War!”

“No problem,” Warriors grinned back. “Just make sure you get to bed once you’re inside, so Twi doesn’t suspect in the morning,”

Wild gave him a thumbs up. He shut the door a little too hard, making Warriors wince, and bounced up to throw the bag up to Legend. Legend caught it the second time, when Wild opted to use his not broken arm to toss it, and disappeared inside again. Warriors’ phone dinged again a few seconds later.

Royal Pain 4:00 am

thanks pretty boy

your secret is safe with me

for now

Warriors rolled his eyes and sent him a thumbs up back, then pulled out of the drive again to head back to campus. He was actually starting to feel tired now, so he figured he’d get home and just crash. It’d be like, 4:30 in the morning by then, and he was pretty sure Volga would be asleep. And if he wasn’t, they had a rule that after 4 am until 7 they were allowed to ignore each other, so it’d be fine.

Volga was asleep when Warriors snuck in, passed out in a chair with the book on his chest. Warriors took the sight in, then sighed.

He dropped his keys in the dish, then pulled off his jacket and scarf to hang in his room. He grabbed a bookmark off his shelf and wandered back out to pull the book off of Volga’s chest and set it down so the spine wouldn’t crease. He left Volga like that, however. He didn’t want the books to get damaged, but if Volga was dumb enough to fall asleep in the common room without a blanket, then he deserved what he woke up with.

He was very lucky that Warriors was too tired to find a sharpie.

He fell asleep before remembering to take off his shoes.

(---)

The next morning, so about noon, he was woken by Volga pounding on the door to put his phone on silent.

His phone buzzed on the desk next to him and he pulled it off and up to his head, hitting answer before looking at the contact.

“Hullo?” He slurred, still half asleep.

“Twilight knows,” Legend greeted him.

“What?” Warriors sat up, groaning as his back complained from sleeping on his stomach all night. It took a second for his brain to catch up.

“Twilight knows,” Legend repeated. “Hyrule sold you out, unintentionally, and I can hear him selling you both out to Time,”

Warriors blanched as the words registered. “Oh shit,” he threw himself out of bed, hissing as he realized he slept fully dressed, and scrambled for the things he’d need in order to flee. “How long?”

“Twenty minutes if you get lucky and Wind pulls through, less if not,”

Warriors cursed under his breath as he changed his shirt and tried to make it look like he hadn’t been sleeping in what he was wearing. “Thanks for the heads up, I’d say I owe you but,”

“You’d rather not owe me,”

“Yeah,”

“Look, if you get caught and cave, I go down too. This is self-preservation. Don’t cave and we’re even.”

“Got it, I won’t,”

“You better not,” Legend hissed. “Good luck,”

“Thanks,” Warriors nodded, even though Legend couldn’t see him.

He tossed the phone on his dresser as the line went dead and he went about trying to comb through his hair so he looked presentable.

A hard knock on his door came a few seconds later.

“I put my phone on vibrate, Volga!” He shouted through the door. “You can drop it now!”

“Link?”

Warriors paused, then opened the door. Lana, Impa and Artemis waited on the other side, Volga glaring at them and hovering behind them.

Warriors blinked dumbly at them. “Uh, hi?”

“Hi Link! Good morning!” Lana grinned and waved at him.

“It’s noon,” Impa reminded the group, eying Warriors up and down.

“Oh, right,” Lana nodded, then went back to grinning at him. “Good noon, Link!”

He snorted and shook his head to clear it. “Good noon to you too, Lana. Can I ask what you’re all doing here?”

“We were hoping you’d join us for something,” Artemis smiled at him, also looking him over, trying to find whatever Impa had picked up on. “We’re going on a small road trip since all our finals are over, and we were planning on hitting a few different cities over the week,”

“Mhm,” Lana nodded quickly. “We’re leaving today, and are taking no calls until we get back, and we’re camping in the car, which is why we’re using my van, and we were hoping you’d come with us,”

“I’m in,”

The three girls blinked at him. Maybe he answered too fast, but taking no calls, meaning no contact with his family, for a week gave them time to move past this, and he really didn’t want to deal with a lecture from Time. His friends just offered him asylum, whether they knew it or not.

Impa narrowed her eyes. “What happened with your family?” She asked, already onto him.

“Nothing that’s my fault,” he responded, ducking back into his room. “What should I bring with?”

Lana listed off what they figured they’d take and he pulled out a suitcase, nodding along as he started packing. He fired off a text to the group chat as he grabbed his jacket, tossed over one arm, and wrapped his scarf around his neck.

World’s Best Captain 11:39 am

Leaving on a road trip with some friends. Be back in a week, but I can’t take calls until I’m back. Don’t kill each other!

He put his phone on silent and slipped it into his pocket.

He might have a hellish text backlog when he got back, but it’d be better than the lecture from Time. And besides, he got to spend a week with the best girls he knew.

As far as he was concerned, everything worked out win-win for him.

Wild was right, the crunchwrap supreme from Taco Bell did work wonders in supplying love and personal fulfilment, even if not in the way he meant it.

He made a note to get Wild something as thanks while they were out. Maybe some crash pads. Goddesses knew that his brother needed them.

#linked universe #lu #lu wild #lu warriors #lu legend #volga #lu artemis #impa #general #lana #general is the nickname we gave hw impa #apparently i wrote this in september last year #so this has been sitting in my google docs for a while #also! #if anyone can help me find the blog and post this fake tweet came from #so i can link to it if nothing else #i would very much appreciate that #also don't use this to judge the quality of my writing #this is a year old already #adoption au

[scented-morker]

⇢˚⋆ ✎ life of the party

Party boy! Jay x female reader

Warning : drinking, partying, but I think that’s it

Word count : 2.05k

Overview: dating the university’s party animal means you have to attend as well, and one night you get a little too into it, ending up with your boyfriend simping for you while you’re wasted in his passenger seat 🥰

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As soon as Jisu turns onto the street you can hear the blaring music, a telltale sign that the "small get together" your boyfriend had convinced you to attend was not as small and casual as he made it sound. You probably should expect it by now, dating the class party animal comes with some not as normal girlfriend duties as say your friends who went to their boyfriends sporting games or went on study dates after school. Not that you and Jay didn't do those kinds of things, but it was a Friday night and half the towns "in crowd" had parents away on a company retreat.

Jisu pulls into the grassy area on the outside of the gate, shifting the car into park while you have her a grateful smile.

"Thank you for coming with me, I get it if you don't wanna be here since it's way bigger than I said"

"Y/n, honey I've done this before, I know your boyfriend and his friends, it'd be crazy of me to think it was going to be anything less than a circus in here. Why do you think I made you change out of that awful mom jean fit?"

You looked down at the expensive lavender dress she had let you borrow, it was a satiny texture and a little out of your comfort zone, but it hugged your figure well and all fear about being overdressed was now scratched as you saw the magnitude of the party.

You sent her a sheepish smile, glad to have a friend with brain cells when it came to parties at least, she copied your homework every morning before class

You step out of the car, thanking past you for choosing the white go-go boots on your feet instead of strappy heels at the sound of your friend squealing as her heels sink into the wet grass. It makes you both walk faster, and before you know it you're walking through the door, instantly being sucked into the giant crowd of bodies. Jisu takes your hand before you can get separated, leading you to the kitchen.

"You," she mixes random bottles set out on the counter into two red solo cups, taking one herself and then shoving the other into your hand, "are going to have so much fun tonight"

You raise your eyebrow at her but take a sip anyway, confused when it doesn't taste disgusting.

"Can you make more of these?" You excitedly ask, knowing this is a much better alternative to the gross keg everyone else was drinking out of.

"Yeah, if you finish it and still want another one I can, but honestly with the amount of stuff in there and your ahem, lightweight tendencies, you might be gone before you finish that"

You give her a playful glare but listen anyway, taking smaller sips as not to chug it all and ruin your brain for the rest of the night.

She heads out to find her other friend Yuna, who she heard was here thanks to the drunk freshman babbling about her smile, and you head out to look for your boyfriend.

You make your journey into the crowd of dancing bodies, stopping to dance with some of the acquaintances you've made at school. Eventually the music changes and you continue your journey, spotting Jay over by the wall, popping a sucker in his mouth as he heads over to where his friend Heeseung is standing.

A surge of excitement goes through you when you see him, the same emotion you get every time you're reminded that he's yours, intensified by the atmosphere of the party and whatever was in your now nearly empty cup. His black hair shone under the party lights and the smirk he wore gave you an adrenaline rush.

'That's mine' you thought smugly as you walked past some girls that were staring at him, giving them an obvious side eye to let them know you had seen them checking out your boyfriend. They averted their looks as you continued your confident stride up to Jay.

"Babe!"

He spotted you coming up to him and his entire demeanor changed, the smirk now a full on smile and he practically ran towards you. Apparently he was just as excited to see you as you were him.

"You made it!!"

"To your little get together" you put sarcastic air quotes around your words while giving a laugh, "yeah I did"

"I'm sorry babe, I should have known it would get this wild" he really should have, but you let it slide because he looks genuine with his apology.

He finally let's go of the hug, sliding his right arm around your waist and looking down at you, seeming to just notice your outfit.

"Wow, you look, wow"

You let out a giggle, pulling the collar of the white shirt he wears under his black tee, and he lets you bring his face down to yours as you connect your lips in a kiss.

You're still giggling when you pull away.

"Thank you"

He laughs at you, grabbing the cup from your hands and checking the level of liquid.

"Yeah how much of this have you had babe," he asks, although the look on his face tells you he already knows.

"Just that one!!"

He gives you the cup back, ruffling your hair and muttering something about "lightweight" before sliding his arm back around you, pulling you with him as he goes back to his group of friends.

You stand with him as he talks to Jake, something about dancing you think, you weren’t really paying attention. Your focus was on his chest, where your hand was fiddling with the long chain hanging off of his neck. You don’t know why you were so transfixed with it, and at this point you were so far gone you didn’t have the brain power to think about it.

You took another sip from your cup, finding it empty and pouting down at the plastic. You tugged on Jay’s chain lightly to get his attention, lifting your cup up to let him know where you were going. He nodded his head once in understanding and turned back to his friends.

You once again had to cross the slew of sweaty, dancing bodies to get to the kitchen, and you once again stopped to dance, partially forgetting what you were even doing in the first place.

Maybe you didn’t need another drink after all. Another drink! That’s what you were doing!

You smile to yourself, eyes turning into round circles as you got back to your original plan.

You’re too lazy to try and make your own drink or find Jisu to make you one, so you just grab a bottle, pouring until your cup is halfway full and then heading back out to Jay.

When you get there he’s laughing at something Sunghoon said, and you get back into your spot on his side, hands finding their way back to his chain.

“Welcome back babe”

You find yourself giggling at the affectionate nickname, leaning into his chest.

“Okay, you” he’s chuckling slightly to himself while he speaks, a raspy sort of laugh that makes your stomach do flip flops, “have had enough of this”

He takes a sip of your cup, almost coughing up a long immediately after before looking at you like you’re insane.

“This is straight vodka”

His friends break out into laughter and you join in with them, enjoying Jays unfortunate action.

“Oops”

He smiles at you before setting your drink down, and quick as lightning he’s picking you up, spinning you around while teasing you for trying to ‘drink like a big kid’, your endless laughter right in his ear the entire time.

When he finally stops you explain yourself, “I was just too lazy to mix anything and beer is gross”

The group laughs again, and then Jay starts telling them goodnight, doing the weird bro hug thing they did after every party and saying he’s going to ‘take this one home before she starts dancing on tables’ which honestly, now that you think of it does sound pretty fun.

You wave goodbye as your boyfriend leads you out, shooting a text to Jisu that you’re leaving with Jay and won’t need a ride home so she doesn’t freak out when she can’t find you.

He’s parked a few feet away from the driveway, surprisingly not blocked in by other vehicles.

He goes to the passenger side ahead of you, opening the door, presumably to let you in, but you take a slight detour.

“Dancing on tables sounds fun, but you made us leave”

He stares at you while you climb up on the hood of his car, slightly shaking his head and letting out a laugh when you start doing the Macarena on his hood.

“Wait wait!! C’mere”

You call him over, and he immediately comes, the passenger side door still wide open as he leaves it to come see you.

“This is gonna be so cool, I’m finally taller than you”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, but the loving smile is still there.

“C’mere”

You notion him closer, and he obliges, eyebrows shooting up in surprise when you attack him with a flurry of kisses all over his face, laughing before eventually joining together at the lips.

He meant it to be a short peck, but when he goes to pull away you don’t let him, holding on tighter to his collar and chasing his lips.

By now you’ve sat down on the hood, abandoning your standing position as you slide further down the car to be closer to him, and his hands rest on your waist before he’s finally able to pull away, although the pout on your face let’s him no you aren’t happy about it.

“What has gotten into you tonight” he laughs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear while you grip onto his biceps.

“I don’t knowwww!!!” You whine, leaning back on the car, “you just look really good tonight. Did you know that? Like as soon as I saw you I just died, and I really want to mess up your hair”

His cheeks stay the same shade of peach that they previously were, although the tips of his ears light up and he smiles down at the floor.

“I mean you can still mess up my hair, but I’m not making out with you in my friends driveway while you’re wasted”

You give him a frown, wanting to deny his accusations but realizing that’s exactly what you wanted to do.

“Fine” you huff out, sliding off of the car and letting him lead you around to the still open door.

He walks around to the other side, sliding in the drivers seat and starting the music, Tattoos Together by Luav floating out of the speakers as he pulls out of the drive.

“I don’t want to leave you yet, can we not go home”

He looks over at you for a little second eyes on the road kids before giving a little nod.

“How about we go get some coffee, sober you up a little, and then we can go to my house and you can show me the star shapes you like”

You excitedly agree, giving a little “yay” as he turns toward the 24 hour coffee place, although your brain can’t let his small transgression slide, and you launch into a speech about “they’re actually called constellations Jay. C-o-n-s- tellstions, idk I can’t spell, but they aren’t star shapes”

He smiles at your rant, purposefully having said it to get you to correct him, laughing while you give a very dumbed down and partially incorrect explanation of how stars are formed.

He wasn’t sure why you curled up in a ball in his passenger seat drunk babbling about astronomy at 2am made him realize it, but he was oh so in love with you, and there was no going back from the blooming in his heart when you laughed at yourself for saying something completely wrong, your hand latching around his and shaking it in your amusement.

Yeah, Jay was in deep.

#I wrote this on a whim #drunk dazed got me thinkin and party boy jay just was too good to pass up #especially the scene with the sucker and he JUST LOOKS SO GOOD #so uh enjoy ig #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay scenarios #enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader