#i wanted to get a septum too but put the money into this instead

[wolverineheight]

batman body piercing au that i wrote with @quanxisgirlfriend in the pub under the cut

Shops

Bruce’s shop

Bruce: the only APP studio in Gotham, goes to the conference every year. Set his shit up with his parents’ money so doesn’t actually need to worry about bringing in profit, apprenticed under Ra’s

Favourite piercing: Antitragus

Dick: Bruce’s first apprentice, left to open his own studiowork in Bludhaven but still guest spots

Favourite piercing: Antinavel

Jason: Has had so many fucking needle sticks that Bruce tried to get him to quit. Ends up setting up his own studio down the road and sets his prices marginally lower to snipe Bruce’s clients

Favourite piercing: Snug, microdermal

Tim: Really good but so annoying. Tells clients about bevel theory as he’s piercing. They do not care

Favourite piercing: Rhino

Damien: Refuses to do any piercing that isn’t artsy fartsy (reasonable), LOVES unique anatomy piercings, terrible bedside manner but really skilled. Bruce can’t put him on reception because he’ll turn people down if he doesn’t like them.

Favourite piercing: Septril

Steph: Fantastic piercer and really picky about clients. Really loves to perform surface piercings. Has a list of people she’s kicked out of the studio for having “bad vibes” (she’s always right about this). Gossips at the desk of the Rogue shop sometimes and loves to visit Babs. Babs’s pincushion when she’s learning.

Favourite piercing: Sternum

Cas: Ear only, does elaborate ear maps that take years to get through, has a very loyal clientele and rarely takes on new clients because she’s so booked out. Anatometal ONLY. Orders in custom jewellery

Favourite piercing: ROOK!!!

Duke: So anxious. Starts off working reception and takes a while to work up not because he’s not skilled but because he constantly second guesses himself

Favourite piercing: Forward helix

Carrie: Is good and wants to hop ship to Ivy’s studio because she’s sick of the men she interacts with daily.

Favourite piercing: Eyebrow or single side lip.

Joker shop

Joker: Does navels standing up. Drops the needle on the ground when he’s done. Saw trap ass sharps bin, only closes it when it’s full to the brim. Externally threaded steel jewellery is all he buys. He charges $50 for a pair of lobes. Doesn’t own an autoclave, thinks alcohol is fine. Tells clients to use undiluted tea tree only. Keeps the same gloves for the entire process.

Favourite piercing: Lobes bc he uses a gun

Harley: did a psychology undergrad but didn’t finish, got with the joker and agreed to apprentice under him instead, he drove her literally insane. She hated it so much she just thought the job would not be for her but then couldn’t go back to college so agreed to work with ivy.

Favourite piercing: Rims because she can get them done in 3 minutes or less.

One hundred million revolving apprentices that end up leaving due to poor work ethic.

Rogue shop

Riddler: Not APP qualified because he sees himself as better than them. Skilled but does NOT take criticism. Tells people riddles to take their minds off the piercings which works weirdly well. Does not do oral piercings bc of saliva. Doesn’t let anyone else near the autoclave.

Favourite piercing: Stacked lobe

Scarecrow: Obsessed with history and relationship with queer culture, likes the fear element (weirdo)

Favourite piercing: Nasallang

Croc: bad at it. Left Joker’s studio and lied on his CV. Floundering constantly but refuses to admit or ask for help.

Favourite piercing: Nose

Penguin: Leaves for a cig break every ten minutes. Not allowed to sterilise jewellery because he’ll smoke while he does.

Favourite piercing: Septum

Ivy’s shop

Ivy: spiritual/cultural piercings, has incense on constantly, does scarification too, studio is too new to be certified but works to APP standard. Thinks Bruce is too up himself and won’t collaborate with him on anything, doesn’t let men pierce in her studio and lets the others pierce male clients.

Favourite piercing: Septum

Harley (post-joker): learns to love the job again due to wlw tendencies and having a safe environment, great with kids and specialises in kids lobes. Gains huge clientele by having sessions where she listens to your issues and pierces you therapeutically.

Favourite piercing: Lobe

Babs: Was offered a place in Bruce’s studio but turned it down to work here. Very skilled, likes to pierce daiths and industrials.

Favourite piercing: Dahlia

Characters

Harvey: health inspector and bad at it. Sometimes very thorough and others lets things slide, somehow always lets things slide for the Joker

Ra’s: taught Bruce but refuses to be APP certified which is their main conflict

Tommy Elliot: works at a beauticians and thinks using guns makes him a piercer. Has filler. Favourite piercing: Rim but he does them with guns

Bane: works at Claires :)

Eddie: Too afraid of rejection for any surface piercings, obsessive about healing, sleeps on his back but wakes up all over the place and stresses about things shifting when he wakes up on his ear, everything in pairs. Piercings: Symmetrical, paired brows, paired nostrils, 6x rims with rings per side, fwd helixes both sides, tragus both sides, flat each side with question mark labs, venom

Jonathan: Weird about it all, experimental. Piercings: Antinavel (doesn’t have the anatomy for traditional), three lobes on one side, tongue, double conch (low and high, both 1.6), single vertical helix that he wears a plain titanium barbell in. all his jewellery is plain titanium, bcrs if rings but he prefers labs or curved bars for everything but his lobes.

Harley: Piercings: angel fangs w/ one black one red ball, tongue that’s wonky because she didn’t have the proper anatomy so it’s angled, smiley, double lobe and paired stacks, can’t heal cartilage for shit but has a conch and 3 rims anyway, isn’t allowed a rook even though she wants one, paired eyebrows with cones, septum (full hinged, maybe with a mandala design). all are titanium with ONLY acrylic balls and cones for the colours :). 18cm stretched lobes w/ either opal tunnels or hangers

Joker: Piercings: fucking snake eyes AND frog eyes. Snakebites with barbells instead of labrets, his teeth are FUCKED. Wonky as fuck navel, hand webs, wrist dermals, pierced his own tongue traditionally initially and didn’t have the anatomy so pierced straight through a vein but refused to take it out or go to hospital so nearly went septic. All slime green glow in the dark acrylic and cheap “bioflex” bars

Ivy: Piercings: none but visible patterned scarification on her arms and back

#my shit #batman #batfam #we are. not normal

[nellie-elizabeth]

8, 10, and 15 for Malex for the OTP asks?

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

I feel like they probably knew of each other vaguely once Michael was back in Roswell and they were at the same school, but they don't have like... a specific memory of the First Time they saw each other. But Alex probably had this vague sense of Michael as an outsider, maybe even knew he was poor/didn't have parents, and didn't really think much about him more specifically than that at first. Then I picture one day people are giving presentations in class and Michael stands up and pulls something totally brilliant, and Alex suddenly notices how smart he is... and he's so cute, too...

And then Michael thinks of Alex as Liz Ortecho's friend, whatever, but then does a double-take and starts noticing Alex when he shows up to school with a septum piercing for the first time. And then he's like hmmm okay I've gotta get this guy's attention somehow...

10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them

"It wasn't exactly your finest moment," Alex says with an eye-roll. "You were supposed to be my rescuer and you left me chained to the radiator."

"Oh, come on!" Michael says, indignant. "I accurately assessed the degree to which you were going to be an idiot and run straight for danger if you were free--"

"Says the guy who ran full-tilt towards my father holding a gun at Crash-Con."

"Yeah, after you confronted him first. I'm only stupid after you've been stupid. My stupidity is actually the inevitable consequence of your own bad decision-making."

Alex raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "Sure, yes, it's definitely all my fault."

“I didn’t exactly have any other choice. And besides, I’d done exactly what they wanted. I didn’t think they’d hurt you.”

“Mm,” Alex says, vague and quiet. He stares down at his hands, and Michael’s no longer sure the degree to which they’re joking about the ridiculous circumstances of the past, or if this is actually bothering his husband, all these years later.

"Hey. I really would have come back for you," Michael says, a little more gently. "You know that, right? Always.”

Alex looks up, a smile tugging up one corner of his mouth. “Yeah. I know.”

15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

I think an actual genuine trait that Michael dislikes in Alex is the way he shuts down and turns really cold and logical during an argument. Alex is getting better at it now that they're together, at actually accessing his feelings and expressing them, but for a long time he'd shut down and make it hard to get to the actual core of an issue, and that makes Michael feel rejected and like his own emotional reaction isn't being respected/taken seriously. He also wishes Alex would admit when he needs help more readily, although Michael has gotten better at giving him the space to feel comfortable being vulnerable.

And I think Alex probably finds some of Michael's frugal habits from his years of housing insecurity to be frustrating. Like, Michael always wants to keep doing things the way he's used to, because it's "fine" that way, and Alex doesn't like having to convince him again and again that they can afford something a little nicer and more convenient. Getting Michael to buy and use suitcases when they go on trips instead of just using garbage bags. Or spending extra money on a nicer item of clothing that will actually last longer.

I also think when they first start cohabitating they move each other's shit around a lot? Michael is trying to consolidate/make sure he knows where important things are located at all times, and Alex is trying to tidy up, and they're both constantly like "where tf did you put my shit" lmao. They get better at it after a while.

But in all the ways they clash, they both take their relationship super seriously and have learned to talk through and find solutions that work for both of them.

#malex #roswell new mexico #ask game #portraitofemmy

[yiiyiiwrites]

Please do a summary of the older sisters like you did with the boys 🤔 gifs and all if you can.

ok ok...I have done headcanons for the older sisters here, but will do a little summary like I did with the guys. shall I do seperate headcanons for the brothers too?

Popes older sister is the complete opposite of him values her creativity and intuition more than logic. Makes decisions on how she feels. Artistic, has her own jewellery bis and a small studio above the local surf shop (searches for sea glass on the beach for it). Cool girl, her vibes are kind and nurturing, plays guitar in a band which plays at kook events every now and then. Secret septum piercing that she flips up around her parents. Close with Pope and he regularly helps her with tech stuff etc. helps her do her taxes. Loves the Pogues and how connected they are, reminds Pope to check in with the boys as she knows they are alone. Headcanon here.

Would have long braided hair accessorised with shells/beads with coloured tips or colours weaved in. Crochets her own tops, shimmery body lotion and smells like vanilla.

JJ's older sister (Melissa 'Missy' Maybank). Works a lot to try and get money to give her and JJ some stability. Tries to take on more than she can and JJ gets the brunt of her bad moods (but nothing serious, more like snappy remarks). Good at talking them out of trouble, can convince her dad or distract him from throwing a punch, but this can make her get luke's wrath later on. Works whatever temp jobs she can. Soft spot for Pope and likes to listen to his random facts and bizarre knowledge. Reminds JJ to be careful instead of good. Pulls rank and reminds JJ she's older. Bit of loner as she doesn't want everyone knowing what her home life is like. Does have an on/off relationship that lets her crash at his whenever she needs a place. Headcanon here.

Over plucked eyebrows, cuts her own hair and you can definitely tell.

Side note: Why am I thinking of uptown girls?? 😂 older sister looking after bratty JJ whose a kid.

John B's older sister doesn't know what he's up to half the time and doesn't ask. "As long as you don't get caught." The least she knows the better. Works at the kooks hotel in laundry room, JJ gives her a lift when they the same shifts, also does her washing there. They split everything 50/50. Close with Kiara, nice to have another girl around as the boys can get on her nerves. Heavy sleeper so John B takes advantage of this and does whatever he wants. When she does have down time she likes to sunbathe on the beach, doesn't surf but does longboard. If they argue its pretty calm and they don't raise their voices. Not interested in the treasure talk as she saw the way it changed her father. smaller than her brother, nicknamed Smalls. Headcanon here.

Long thick curly hair that is box dyed, wears a signature brown lipstick when not working. Got the same leather jacket that's a bit battered since high school.

Kiara's older sister (Kaya Carerra). is well put together, enjoys fashion and is influenced by her sisters environmental views (tries to shop sustainable/vintage mostly). Has a turtle charm that Kie gifted her, sends her little sister animal postcards from her travels. Sticks to the Kook side, dated Rafe in college before he dropped out. Acts as peacekeeper between her parents and sister. Has her life planned out. Had her nose stuck in the books during school and is living a little in college (but within her reasons). Only knows the Pogues from what Kiara has told her. Met Pope once though as he was delivering groceries, both awkward rambling acknowledgements. JJ avoids her at all costs. Headcanon here.

Keeps it natural but loves a bold lip, long curly hair that she styles different depending on her mood. Accessory girl and loves a co-ord.

✨ The girls, just some inspo and what I think they kinda look like - Yiiyii If you have anymore requests send them in, I'm still answering a few but saw this and had to do it.

Please do not take and post my creations, you may reblog/like but do not take and claim as your own.

#obx fanfiction #obx fic #jj maybank #jj maybank sister #maybank!sister #jj maybank fanfiction #obx headcanon #pope heyward fanfiction #john b sister #kiara carrera #kiara x sister #pope heyward sister #pope heyward #kiara x carrera sister #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #yiiyiiasks

[subconscious616]

There is only practice in everything! ! ! ! ! I'll try it while watching the lucky direction date! ! !

There is only practice in everything! ! ! ! ! I'll try it while watching the lucky direction date! ! !

All the way to Kyoto in the cold. . . I'm coming

I was supposed to go to Hakata You're in the wrong direction! ! ! ! ! ! ! Unwilling to go! ! ! ! i hate it now fortune I don't want to lower it! ! ! ! ! That's why I bought two tickets and gave up Well I sold one

Hakata aaaaaa West is the worst direction this year! ! ! ! ! !

Setsubun is here, so it's the beginning of 2023 It's too much fun to look up Kyusei Kigaku, so I'll try it right away

So this year, I will definitely do my best not to carelessly lower my luck. After all, when I think about it, last year I went to a bad direction, and there were various live performances, and not all of them were fun. The live I went to Yoshikata was all fun

Nanoyo If so, I don't want to go, and if I really have to, maybe I should only go to places that I can go on a day trip.

Anyway, I'm still in the middle of making my wish to go to Zashikiwarashi-chan's place a reality, so I'm carelessly unlucky. I don't want to put it down

I will be thorough I went all the way to Iwate

So keep searching for good directions I can do it right away Look at the "Hiban" and today is my lucky direction I have come all the way to Kyoto, which is in the northeast of For some reason I was advised to drink soy milk, so I made a soy latte. (foundation still under investigation)

Isn't it really interesting that the content of the phenomenon you want to cause changes depending on the direction? ? The lucky direction is stay time Moving distance etc. in proportion There are many ways of thinking depending on the school Some people see the daily board, some people don't But there were a lot of people who wrote that if they took lucky directions every day on the daily board, they would get so busy with work that they wouldn't be able to get lucky directions on the daily board. Oh my God! so don't do it

If you take the 艮 (northeast) on the lucky side, can save The money that comes in will stay in your hands instead of going out immediately. You can increase your savings.

can improve and reform If you want to change the status quo, you can change it as you wish. you can change yourself.

get good friends A new relationship will start and you will be blessed with good friends and acquaintances.

blessed with inheritance luck As an heir, you can inherit property, land, and real estate smoothly without any trouble. blessed with heirs.

can get real estate You can acquire houses, buildings and land. The size of the house depends on the amount of luck you have at that time.

can bring people together One by one, people can come together and gradually develop into a large group.

things will go smoothly Whatever you do, you will be able to proceed smoothly without obstacles or obstacles along the way.

last! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! things will go smoothly Whatever you do, you will be able to proceed smoothly without obstacles or obstacles along the way. And here! ! ! can improve and reform If you want to change the status quo, you can change it as you wish. you can change yourself. So I've been here since evening and I'll be home soon www

north west tomorrow motivated The organs above the thoracic septum become strong, the blood circulation improves, and the energy is enhanced. You can become a healthy, vibrant, and attractive human being.

I'm getting decisive I can make decisions quickly when I have to make important decisions.

develop a sense of independence You will try to do things on your own without relying on others. He has a good reputation among those around him for being confident and dependable.

get a patron You can get people who can help you achieve your goals.

get financial assistance It is possible to make a business successful with the strong trust and financial support from influential people.

be a good leader Your big-picture perspective, good judgment, and generosity make you an excellent leader who is respected by your people.

perseverance improves You will be able to work on things seriously and steadily.

can establish a maximum The body will be strong and healthy, and you will be able to live a lucky and happy life.

get lucky You can make good decisions about everything, and you can definitely put them into action and succeed, so your fortunes will improve.

East on the 14th rejuvenate I feel lighter and feel younger. Evil inside the body is removed, it becomes bright and healthy, and the mind and body are rejuvenated.

better liver function If the liver works well, other internal organs will be strong and healthy.

lead to development come up with new things. It sparks fresh ideas that people have never noticed before.

start thinking about the future If you take Higashi from a young age, you will be able to double your growth potential and drive towards your goals, and you will be able to get off to a good start in life.

Direction by purpose In order to be effective, it is important to take the direction according to the purpose. The simple effects that can be expected from each direction and constellation are as follows.

Northern direction: The shrine where Ippaku Mercury convolves New relationships, love luck up, health problem resolution

Southwest direction, the temple where the second Saturn constellations Increase store sales and popularity

Eastern direction, Sanpeki Jupiter's constellation Better encounters, more new customers

Southeast direction, the temple where the four green Jupiters convolved Repeater luck up, more requests from far away

Northwest direction, the palace where the six platinum stars revolved Boss luck up, business partner luck up, business luck up

The west direction, the palace where the seven red gold stars convene Fortune up, happiness up

Northeast direction, the temple where the eight white Saturns are seated Situation improving, family luck up

Southern direction, the temple where the nine purple mars convolved

Evaluation luck up, good match

So, this month, I'm going to check the lucky direction date on the 3rd. I can't wait to see how effective it is!

～～～～ Appears when energy accumulates

The magma will not explode unless the magma reaches its limit under the water. In terms of palmistry, if you keep trying, you will be able to make a big leap in the year when the line of good luck is carved. In the same way, I think that the effect of continuing to study and study has accumulated, so it has become apparent. ～～～～～～ excerpt

The same is true when you turn your thoughts into reality. store energy and manifest it in the real world

～～～～ A great effect can be expected if you continue to follow the Hiban-kichi direction for two months.

When I learned the Hiban-kichi direction, I was told that after two months, the effect would be as good as if I had gone on a trip abroad once, and that if I continued every day, I would become very busy, and I would not be able to learn the Hiban-kichi direction. .

I think both are the same. The effect started to appear in just the second month, and as a result, from 2012 onwards, I became so busy that I could no longer take daily board directions.

I think it's difficult to do it every day and for several years, but if you can do it four or three times a week without difficulty, many people will see some kind of effect.

And the source of good luck is usually brought by someone around you. It's like, "Actually, there is such a story."

While going in the direction of Hibanyoshi, I continued to make some effort and got on a good story.

This is the methodology that maximizes efficiency. ～～～～～～ excerpt

Wealth is made by people I have only this Things with a lot of energy take time to turn thoughts into reality I always explain By having that time added to the azimuth energy, Isn't it possible to make big things a reality smoothly? I think, so there's only experimental practice action! ! !

So, let's try! Look forward to the verification results fufufu(｀ー´)ノ

Enjoy whatever you do hopefully ok lucky yan w OK with

Today I came to Gion Shijo in Kyoto with the Starbucks card I got in January, and despite the crowds, I got a free seat, so I'm lucky nefufufu

If you want to see the direction of the sun board, you can see it for 3333 yen! ! w (It's a saga to tie it to business right away)

The only way to change is to practice everything If you don't give up, it will definitely become a reality and it has to come true this world is made by me

let's make it fun

Hey hey!

Zashiki Warashi-chan I think it's really amazing

Nothing is impossible, everything will be as you decide Thank you thank you love! ! ! ! I'm going to Rokugatsu If there are people who want to go with you, at least one more person is OK ~ (women only w)

law of attraction secret

なにごとも実践あるのみ！！！！！吉方位日盤みながらやってみるよ！！！

寒い中わざわざ京都まで。。。来てます

博多行くはずだったんだけど 凶方位なの！！！！！！！ 行きたくない！！！！今は嫌だ 運気 下げたくないんだよぉぉぉぉぉぉ！！！！！ ってことでチケット2枚も買ってんのにやめました まぁ1枚は売れたんだけどね

博多ぁぁぁぁぁぁ 今年は西は凶方位なんだよぉぉぉぉぉぉぉ！！！！！！

節分来たので2023のはじまりです 九星気学調べたら楽しすぎるので即やってみます

なので今年は絶対に「不用意に運気は下げない」徹底します だって思い返してみたら去年凶方位に行ってたライブいろいろあって全部が楽しかったではなくて 吉方位に行ってたライブはちゃんと全部が楽しかった

なのよ なら行くのがまんだしどうしてもなら日帰りで行けるとこだけにしようかなとかとか

なにはともあれ今まだざしきわらしちゃんのとこに行った願望を現実化させている途中なので不用意に運気 下げたくないんだわたし

徹底するよ せっかく岩手まで行ったんだもの

なので吉方位調べまくって すぐできる 「日盤」を見て今日はわたしの吉方位 の北東にあたる京都までわざわざ来てパソコンカタカタしている なぜか豆乳を飲むといいとあったのでソイラテにして （根拠まだ捜索中）

方向によって起こしたい現象の中身が変わるって最高に面白くない？？ 吉方位は 滞在時間 移動距離 なども比例して 流派によって考え方がいっぱいあるんだけど 日盤はみるひともいればみないひとも でも日盤で毎日吉方位取ってたら仕事忙しくなって日盤の吉方位取れなくなるって書いてる人がまぁまぁたくさんいたので なんと！ なのでやるっきゃない

艮(北東)を吉方でとると 貯蓄ができる 入ってき��お金が、すぐには出ていかずに手元にとどまるようになる。貯蓄を増やしていくことがでる。

改善、改革をすることができる 現状を変えようとした場合、望み通りに変えることができる。自分を変えることができる。

良い友人が得られる 新しい交際が始まり、良い友人、知人に恵まれるようになる。

相続の運に恵まれる 自分が相続人として、財産・土地・不動産をトラブルなくスムーズに相続することができる。相続人に恵まれる。

不動産を得ることができる 家、建物、土地を手に入れることができる。家の大きさは、その時に貴方が保有している運の大きさによる。

人を集めることができる 一人二人と人が寄り、次第に大きなグループに発展していくことができる。

物事が都合良く運ぶようになる 何をするにしても、途中で障害や妨害もなく、順調に進めていくことができる。

最後！！！！！！！！ 物事が都合良く運ぶようになる 何をするにしても、途中で障害や妨害もなく、順調に進めていくことができる。 あとここ！！！ 改善、改革をすることができる 現状を変えようとした場合、望み通りに変えることができる。自分を変えることができる。 ってことで夕方からずっといるそろそろ帰る ｗｗｗｗ

明日は北西 やる気が出る 胸隔部より上の臓器が丈夫になり、血行も良くなり気力も充実する。健康で活力にあふれた、魅力的な人間になれる。

決断力がでてくる 大切な決断をしなくてはならない時に、速やかに決断できる。

独立心が芽生える 他人を頼らず自分の力でやりぬこうとするようになる。周囲から自信に満ち頼りになるという良い評判が立つ。

後援者が得られる 目的の実現を助けてくれる人を得る事ができる。

資金的な援助が得られる 有力者からの厚い信頼と資金的援助を受け事業などを成功させる事ができる。

良いリーダーになれる 大局的な物の見方ができ優れた判断力を有し寛大な人柄になるので、人々から尊敬される優秀な指導者になる。

根気が良くなる 物事に対してまじめに地道に取り組めるようになる。

大極を確立させることができる 身体は強く健康になり、運の良い幸せな一生を送る事ができる。

運が良くなる 何事にも良い判断ができ、それを確実に実行に移せ、且つ成功させることができるので、運勢も向上していく。

14日は東 若返る 気持ちが明るくなり、若やいだ気分になる。身体に内在されていた凶が除去され、明るく健康的になり、心身ともに若返る。

肝機能が良くなる 肝臓が順調に働くと他の内臓器官も丈夫になり、健康になる。

発展性を招く 新しい事を思い付くようになる。今迄に人が気付かなかった様な、斬新なアイデアがひらめく。

将来の事を考えるようになる 若いうちから東をとると、発展力や目的に向かう気力が倍加され、人生好調な滑り出しをする事が出来る。

目的別方位 効果をあげるためには、特に目的別に方位を取ることが大事です。 各方位と廻座星の期待出来る簡単な効果は下記の通りです。

北方位　一白水星が廻座した宮 新しい人間関係、恋愛運アップ、健康問題解消

西南方位　二黒土星が廻座した宮 店舗の売り上げ、人気運アップ

東方位　三碧木星が廻座した宮 出会い運アップ、新規の顧客増

東南方位　四緑木星が廻座した宮 リピーター運アップ、遠方からの依頼増

北西方位　六白金星が廻座した宮 上司運アップ、取引先運アップ、事業運アップ

西方位　七赤金星が廻座した宮 金運アップ、喜び運アップ

東北方位　八白土星が廻座した宮 状況の好転、家庭運アップ

南方位　九紫火星が廻座した宮

評価運アップ、良縁

ってことで今月は3日みっちり吉方位日盤をみて行ってみる 効果どのくらい出るのか楽しみ！

～～～～ エネルギーが溜まれば顕在する

水面下でマグマが限界まで溜まらなければ、マグマは爆発しないでしょう。 手相でいえば、努力を継続していれば、開運線が刻まれた年に大きな飛躍をすることも出来るでしょう。 同じように日盤吉方位を続け、��強をしていた努力が溜まったので、効果として顕在したんだと思います。 ～～～～～～抜粋

これは思考を現実化させるときも同じ エネルギーを貯めてそれを現実世界に顕在化させる

～～～～ 日盤吉方位を2ヶ月続けると大きな効果が期待出来る

日盤吉方位を習った時に、２ヶ月もすると海外旅行に一回行ったぐらいの効果が出て、毎日続けると結果的に忙しくなり、あまり日盤吉方位は取れなくなる、と言われました。

どっちもその通りかなと思います。 丁度２ヶ月目に効果が出始め、結果的に２０１２年からは忙しくなり、毎日日盤吉方位を取ることが出来なくなりました。

中々毎日、しかも数年続けることは難しいと思いますが、週４回、３回くらいで無理なく続けることが出来れば、なにかしらの効果が出ている方が多いです。

そして開運の源はだいたい周りの誰かが持ってきてくれます。 「じつはこんな話があるのよ～」という感じです。

日盤吉方位に行きながら、なにかの努力を続け、よい話に乗る。

これが効果を最大限にする方法論です。 ～～～～～～抜粋

財は人からなされるもの これしかないし 思考を現実化させるのにエネルギーの大きいものは時間がかかる といつもわたしは説明します その時間を方位の気のエネルギーにプラスしてもらうことによって 大き目なものもスムーズに現実化するんじゃない？って思うから実験実践行動あるのみ！！！

で、やってみます！検証結果お楽しみにふふふ( ｀ー´)ノ

なにごとも楽しみながらやりましょう うまくいけばOK luckyやんｗ でOK

今日は1月にもらったスタバカード持って京都の祇園四条まできて込んでるにもかかわらずすんなり席空いたしツイてるねふふふ

日盤の方位見てほしい方は3333円で視ますよ～～ん！！ｗ （すぐ商売に結び付けるのはサガなもんで）

なにごとも実践するしか変わる方法ってないんです 諦めなければ必ず現実になるし叶うしかない この世界は自分が創り上げてる

楽しいほうに作りましょう

ヘイヘイ！

ざしきわらしちゃん 本当にすんごいと思う

不可能なんてないし決めたとおりになる ありがとう感謝ラブ！！！！ ろくがつにいくから 一緒に行きたい方いたらあとお一人くらいはOKよ～（女子限定ｗ）

引き寄せの法則 秘密

[ericahacher]

A RIVER THAT WINDS ON FOREVER

     It felt too soon to be going back home. Hours on the back of her bike with the sun beating down on her, and the closer she got to the base – the more familiar the terrain became – the more the feeling grew; like she’d never left in the first place. Approaching the outer perimeter – the path of the patrol routes, the sightline of the nearest lookout point – she slowed down, weaving between gnarled Joshua trees and pale rock formations erupting from the sand, watchful eyes scanning her surroundings through the tinted visor of her helmet.      A trail of dust appeared on the horizon before long, kicked up by an ATV advancing from the left, then another, from the right. Erica slowed to a stop, switching the engine off and kicking the stand down while she waited for them to reach her. Before they came to a full stop in front of her, she pulled her helmet off, breaking into a grin when the first of the drivers recognized her.      “Erica?”    “Josh.” She stepped off her bike, receiving him when he came up to hug her, the pair locked for a moment in an embrace before the woman from the other vehicle took over, flinging her arms around Erica’s neck. “Sadie, good to see you.”      “Your hair! You look so different!”    “Figured a bit of change was in order.” She rubbed at the back of her head, still smiling at them.      “Look at you,” Josh was almost laughing. “Couple months in the city and you’ve got piercings all over. You get any tattoos?”      She shrugged. “Not yet.”      “And the others?” Sadie looked hopeful, grabbing the brim of her cap and wiggling it a little to adjust it. Her dark hair was tied into a bun at the nape of her neck, but a strand loosened with the movement, blowing across her face in the dry breeze.      “Forgotten about us already?” Josh smirked, quirking an eyebrow.    “No; I’m here for work.”      “How long are you staying?”    “I’m not.”      Both their smiles faded, disappointment and something else sapping some of the warmth from their expressions. Erica pretended not to notice.      “Right. Of course.” Sadie returned to her ATV for a comm, freeing it from a small bag placed on the side of the seat. “Gate, this is lookout four. Erica’s here.” She spoke into it, releasing the button on the side while she waited for a response.      “Copy.” There was a pause. “All clear, Sadie. I’ll let Cira know.”      Fuck. Erica closed her eyes, slowly breathing in, then put her helmet back on and straddled her bike. Josh had seen her expression, but thankfully knew better than to ask, returning to his ATV with a nod and a polite but rather unconvincing smile. Helmet back on, Erica mirrored the nod, flipping up the stand with the heel of her boot and starting the engine, leaving the two of them to return to their posts as she traveled on, trying not to clench her jaw too hard, or let her knuckles pale around their grip on the handlebars.

     The base was nestled in a flat between a loose circle of towering bluffs, a high wall wide enough to walk along the top of filling the gaps between the crags. Steel walkways clung to the insides of the steep cliffs, connecting the stretches of wall to form a perimeter around the entire compound, high enough that when walking it, one could see clear to the other side. Coming up on the gate, she saw two figures atop it – one on either side of the barrier, each carrying a rifle – silhouetted against the sun. She didn’t bother trying to see who it was, nor did she get the chance, because before she’d even reached the gate doors, the left one opened, pushed along by Grant and… Erica drew in a breath, rolling in through the opening on momentum alone before pulling to the side and parking her bike out of the way of — but still near — the inside of the gate. She took her sweet time switching off the engine, taking her helmet off, rummaging through her small backpack before hooking the strap over her shoulder, getting off the bike, and only when she couldn’t stall anymore without looking ridiculous, she turned around to face the shadow she’d been keeping an eye on the entire time, stretching across the sand underneath her feet.      Another hug, firmer, longer, but no comment on her hair, or the silver rings in her ears and septum.      “It’s good to see you.”    “You too, Mom.” Erica pulled back, carefully breaking the embrace to look down at her mother’s solemn face. “How is everyone?”      “Surviving.” Her mother began walking, and she followed, throwing a small wave and a halfhearted smile over her shoulder at Grant as she went. “One of the solar panels has lost connection with the inverter; we’ll need new parts for it as soon as Frances and Lionel figure out what the problem is — and we’re low on antibiotics, but otherwise the base is operational.”      Erica opened her mouth, stopped herself from asking if there was anything she could do, and nodded instead. Nobody was dead. Sick. Hurt. At least not badly enough to be worthy of mention in her mother’s eyes. “Listen, I need to talk to Moira. Could you… not tell Allegra and Marcel or Nadir that I’m here? If you see them. I don’t really…” she turned her head, looking around as if Gia and Yousef’s parents would suddenly appear, now that she had mentioned them, “have time to catch up.”      “Will you stay and eat?”    “Maybe. I don’t know.”      “I’ll be in AG.” Her mother peeled off without acknowledging her request. “Find me before you leave.” Stopped in her tracks, Erica drew a quiet sigh, then headed in the opposite direction, towards the building that housed the lab.

     Placed in the shade of one of the crags and thoroughly air-conditioned, the lab and infirmary was the coolest building in the compound, with its own set of generators and additional backup power on top of that again, should anything go wrong. Failsafe upon failsafe. The hallway she stepped into when she came through the door was dark and quiet, void of people; not unusual, so she pressed on, undeterred. Through another door towards the far left end of the hallway, the lab opened in front of her — just as dimly lit, save the blue sheen cast over the wall to her right by the UV-lamps that warmed the rows of various plants there, encased in glass. She still didn’t see anyone, so she continued past an open doorway into the next room, where she finally spotted the back of the woman she was looking for, silhouetted by the monitor at her desk.    “Moira. Why’s it so dark in here?”

     With a start, the brown-haired woman turned around, mouth open about to reply before she saw who had spoken and froze for a second, a blank look of surprise lingering on her face.      “Erica.” She stood up, rubbing her eye as she approached, lab coat swishing around her legs. Her glasses were perched on top of her head, half-tangled into the mess of greying curls she’d piled there and fastened with a tie; a strand clung to them when she tried to pluck them free, and she began impatiently trying to disentangle it, gaze focused on the hinge it’d gotten caught in. “The panels… getting fixed. Generator’s running the important stuff. Lionel said it probably wouldn’t be long, so–” she got her glasses free and hooked them into the pocket on her chest, “–I’m not wasting fuel on lights. What are you doing here?” A sigh heaved her shoulders. The woman’s hands were planted firmly on her hips.    “I need poison. As small a dose as possible, and as fatal as possible in as little time as possible.”      “Okay… I don’t really have that kinda stuff on hand. Method of administration?”    “Oral.” Erica made a face. “I assume.”      “I can make a tincture, but it’s gonna take a couple of days if you want it to be potent.”    “Days? You really don’t have anything else? Some drug that could be lethal in high doses?”      “No guarantee it’d result in death, no. It’s also not what you would define as quick.” Moira paced around, opening a small fridge filled with vials. “The only thing I have is a bit of snake venom, but that needs to be injected. We also need it to make antivenom.”    “Shit.” Erica, about to reach for her phone, remembered that it was packed away on her bike, switched off. No cell traffic in or near the base. No phones. Just radios. A few months in the city, and getting anything arranged without one was already a pain in the ass, where she’d never once minded it before. “Do both. What do you need?”      Moira shrugged. “Nothing I don’t already have. Hey— where are you going?”    “To replace your venom.” She was already through the first doorway.      “Rattlesnake!” Moira called out after her, the clinking of lab equipment sounding between her words, “The Mojave, not the diamondback!”

     In AG, her mother was walking between rows of cabbage with a spray bottle of organic pesticide, a wide-brimmed hat hiding her face from the sun.    “Mom,” she called out, pacing closer along the edge of the square plot, boots never touching the darker soil that had been placed there.      “Yes?” her mother didn’t stop her work; didn’t look up.    “Looks like I’ll be staying for a couple days. Have you seen Locke?”      “If you want to help, go to the panels, Erica.”    “I need to do something for Moira first. Have you seen him?”      “I haven’t — but you know where to look.”      She nodded, a single dip of her chin. “I’ll see you tonight, then.” Two days of living in the past, for a client she’d never worked with before. Money is no object, she thought stubbornly as she headed off in search of the only man she’d trust to wrangle a deadly snake, wondering idly if Josh and Sadie would be too in whatever huff she’d put them in to keep her company later, maybe share some moonshine. She’d need it — especially if she was staying the night with her mother.

#( erica ) #( para: a river that winds on forever ) #( title from ends of the earth by lord huron ) #( this was supposed to be posted weeks ago but whatever )

[loveceit]

Blessed Warmth DLAMP Soulmate AU [part 2]

read on AO3

idea comes from @ravenwashere1776

Patton has always loved the four dark marks on his body, and he can’t wait for when they’ll blossom into colour as his soulmates touch him for the first time. Those four dark marks are not the only signs of his soulmates on his body, but the others are related to how they will find their soulmates. There are so many different soulmate connections, and Patton loves them all. He loves the name written out neatly on his wrist (Logan), the purple drawings and notes that sometimes covers his arm, the mark on his shoulder that will match one of them, and even the sentence that sometimes worries him; “If you don’t let go right now, I will scream.”

Roman is frustrated by how little he has to go on when it comes to finding his soulmates. Except for four different symbols, he only has a name, a sentence, and the occasional purple ink from someone who hasn’t even attempted to arrange a meeting. He wonders if the fourth one even knows that they see whatever they write. It would have been very helpful if he was able to write back, but no luck. Or he was repeatedly ignored. At least the sentence is unique; it’s definitely not every day that you hear “Eat the rich.”

Virgil is not actually sure how many soulmates he has, but it’s at least three. He doesn’t like not knowing, and he isn’t even sure what his own soulmate connection is. Whatever it is, it must be onesided, and that’s just awful. He has no idea if they hear the songs that get stuck in his head, feel when he gets hurt, can taste what he eats, or if what he doodles on his arm shows up on them. He’s honestly thankful that one of them has the sentence connection; he’s not going to be able to mistake his soulmate for the wrong person when the words are “Eat the rich.”

Logan greatly appreciates the simplicity of his soulmate connection. He has four names written out in four different handwritings; Patton, Roman, Virgil, Dee. If he ever meets someone with one of those names, it’ll be easy to inquire if they’re his soulmate.  Even in the case that it might simply be a strange coincidence, he has three ways to prove that it isn’t; the one symbol, the purple ink, and the rather rude sentence - “I’m twenty-five, bitch.”

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Dee hasn’t thought much about soulmates since he was in high school, and he’s definitely not going to start doing it again today. It’s winter in New York, which means snows, and his heater thought it would be a brilliant idea to break during the night. Waking up in an ice-cold apartment has put him in a very bad mood, as did having to get five sweaters over his head just to get some resemblance of warmth back into his limbs. He has never been more thankful that his dad took up the knitted sweater for Christmas thing after having read the Harry Potter series.

It’s with great reluctance that he puts on his winter boots and zips up his warmest jacket. He adds a soft scarf to the ensemble too, just to be safe. He has no idea when during the night that his heater broke, but there is a very big risk that he’s been in the cold long enough to be sick. On the slim chance that he hasn’t, he’s definitely not going to risk it by going outside. He curses himself for not already owning an electric heating blanket. A space heater would probably be the better option, but it would also be more expensive and likely harder to find.

He really needs to look into getting a better job, especially since the one he has so far has denied all his transfer-requests. What’s the point of a Los Angeles office if they have him stuck at the New York one? They don’t even pay that well! Or maybe he needs to get better at budgeting. No, it’s definitely the pay that is the problem.

Dee grumbles into his scarf the whole way to the store. He sneezes from the temperature change once he enters, and starts regretting the number of layers he’s wearing. The store actually has heat, making him go from being frozen to feeling like he’s in a sauna. He’ll just have to be quick. With renewed determination, he heads towards the part of the store most likely to have the electric blanket that he so desperately needs. He rounds the corner into the right aisle just in time to see that there is only one blanket left on the shelf, and some other person is about to take it.

Normally, Dee likes to consider himself quite witty and otherwise pretty good with words. This time, he has no care for what impression he might make. He needs that blanket - he refuses to walk to another store today.

“If you don’t let go right now, I will scream.” he threatens. He probably doesn’t look like much, being only 5ft and almost drowning in the layers he’s wearing, but he’s not going to let the blanket go without a fight.

“Oh thank god, I don’t need to call the cops!” the stranger replies, relief obvious in their tone. It’s not the answer that Dee had expected, but the words are strangely familiar to him.

Ah. Soulmate. That makes sense. It also doesn’t make his day better in any way, because he still needs that blanket.

“I’m still going to scream if you don’t give me that blanket.”

“I’ll buy it for you,” the stranger offers. “My name is Patton.”

“Dee. I can pay for my own blanket.”

“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Dee. I live with the rest of our soulmates if you would like to meet them.”

Patton both sounds and looks nice, and during any other circumstances, Dee would probably enjoy teasing him. This isn’t any other circumstance though, and Dee is barely aware of the conversation. His eyes are locked on the blanket that Patton is still holding. He thinks they might be moving in the direction of the check-out, but he’s honestly not sure.

“You could come over now,” Patton continues. “Everyone is at home. Or we could exchange numbers! I just can’t believe that we finally found you.”

///

Dee thinks that he must have agreed to come with Patton, as next thing he knows, they’re standing in the elevator of a much nicer apartment building than the one he lives in. He’s cradling a bag protectively, so he can only assume that Patton did buy him the blanket. He hopes he remembered to say thanks, as it would be far too awkward to suddenly show gratitude now.

The elevator stops. Patton leads him out of it, and towards a door at the end of the hallway. The door is open, and he remembers Patton saying that the other soulmates would be there. It’s very strange to go out for a blanket and end up meeting not one, but all four of his soulmates, Dee thinks.

He awkwardly enters after Patton; the apartment is quite big, and it definitely has a functioning heater. If possible, he would love to just take a nap before having to go through the whole we’re soulmates but we four already have a relationship and you’re an outlier thing. It’s pretty negative of him to think that way, but it’s hard not to, what with the four actually living together. Either they’ve known each other for years, or their pre-existing dynamic is amazing. Dee doesn’t want to get in their way.

“You need to stop taking in children.” a new voice says, and Dee looks up to see a man dressed in a black button-up with a dark blue tie, and jeans. His hair is slicked back, and Dee thinks he can see one real tattoo peeking out from his rolled-up sleeves. The row of names on his wrist immediately tells him that this must be Logan.

“I’m twenty-five, bitch.” Dee says. It’s not the most polite way to introduce himself to a soulmate, but he doesn’t appreciate being called a child just because he’s short in comparison. He’s also definitely starting to suspect that he has a fever. It would be a really good idea to take off his jacket.

“My name is Logan, not bitch.” Logan answers in a deadpan tone that makes Dee giggle into his scarf. He’s strangely proud over the fact that he’s the reason that Logan has bitch written somewhere on his skin.

Patton is unwinding Dee’s scarf for him, having already taken off his own outerwear. Dee would feel embarrassed, but he thinks he has a right to be overwhelmed by everything that is happening. Especially when a new person peeks out from the kitchen. Their skin is a lovely shade of light brown, their hair is a styled mess of reddish curls, and Dee thinks he spots a golden septum piercing.

“Do I need to defend your honour?” the person jokes, their voice warm like honey. They step further into the hallway, and Dee gets a proper look at the sweater that they’re wearing. It’s a nice shade of red, with a golden crown on it. A golden crown that sparkles. Princey is stitched in cursive writing underneath the crown. Maybe a nickname. It would be stupid if the person was a real prince. The states might not have a royal family, but other countries do, and they get money for what - doing nothing? Being born royal? It’s absolute bullshit, in Dee’s opinion. There are much better things the money could go towards, like the homeless.

“Eat the rich.” is what Dee states, instead of voicing any of those thoughts. He looks down as he registers what he said. Huh, Patton had taken the bag from him. He’s not even wearing his jacket any longer. When did that happen? Maybe he should take off his shoes.

“Ooh, I like him!” a fourth voice calls. Dee looks up, but he doesn’t really see anything but a blur of black and purple.

Even without his scarf and jacket, he’s still feeling far too warm. He’s not sure if it’s the layers of sweaters or the fever he most definitely has. His eyelids feel heavy; a nap has never seemed like such a good idea before. This is really not how he wanted his first meeting with his soulmates to go, but it’s too late to do anything about that.

“I just wanted a goddamn heated blanket.” Dee sighs. His eyes close and he feels his body start to fall, too exhausted to stand up any longer.

#dlamp #my writing #i'm gonna write like a few more chapters of this

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

Love You Like a Tattoo

BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Soft Badboy-ish AU, Fluff (Overwhelming Amounts), Drabble-ish

Words: 2.8k

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Summary: No one really believes in Jungkook’s girlfriend.  Living in a small town far out of the busy city of Seoul and depicted as the spectrum opposite of Jungkook himself.  He’s covered in tattoos, piercings anywhere he could get them and smokes like he doesn’t care if he loses a lung.  So, when he finds out you’ll be staying Seoul for the summer, he is insistent you stay with him.  Now, he eagerly awaits your arrival after such a long time.  

-Or-

Jungkook is fucking ready to see his favorite girl bc he’s mega-whipped. (Also rubbing in his friend’s face that she is- in fact- a real person and not some imaginary gf he made up is on his bucket-list)

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“Holy shit, really?!” Jungkook who was sitting in the garage with his buddies practically screamed into the phone call he was on.  His friends who sat in a small, not so even, circle around a trash bin with a fire in it silenced as they all flicked their eyes over to him.  The Spring- nearly Summer- air hit the group with a crummy blanket of moisture that the fire burned away.  The garage door open as they sat located on the edge of a suburban area of the city. 

Ashtrays of grey and white and brown cigarettes, a wide selection of brands in which each boy chose to favor. Lighters from bright yellow disposable lighters to metal Zippo’s sat snug in the pockets of each boy.  A can of beer or cola in someone’s hand at all times. 

Jungkook had excused himself from a conversation about the next piercing one of his friends- Taehyung was going to get that shifted from a conversation about trying to talk Hoseok into finally getting a tattoo.  Hoseok was shockingly the cleanest skinned boy with only a few ear-piercings to his name. He almost got a septum piercing but wussed out at the last minute. 

He moved from the corner of the garage to the outside, stepping into the moist, damp air that almost teased a rain shower later into the night.  He leaned against the outside wall, phone held to his ear with his tattoo-covered arm. Pushing anxiously at the stub pierced through his tongue with the roof of his mouth. 

“You’re serious, right?  You’re not trippin’ on me because I will literally fight you if you’re pulling some prank, girlfriend or not.” 

“Did you cry when we Skyped like a week ago because I stubbed my toe on my dresser?” 

“You kicked it so hard your toenail started bleeding!” He defended as you laughed on the other line. You, his girlfriend of 3 years laughing at him. Jungkook just huffed, a smile on his lips as he shook his head. “Okay, fine.  I won’t fight you, but I’ll throw stuff at you.  What’s soft to throw?  Flowers maybe?” 

“What a charmer,” you told him. 

“I try really hard just for you,” he snickered.  Jungkook stayed silent as you told him about your plans to travel from your small little town on the coast to Seoul for the summer.  You told your folks that since you wanted to go to the University of Seoul once you finally racked up enough money, that you wanted to test the waters of city life.  

Of course, there was still a lot you had to prepare for.  Temporary living arrangements, means of travel (you’d probably walk to take a bus everywhere), estimates of how much money you’d need to actually survive a summer in Seoul, etcetera.  You had thought about calling the cheapest hotel you could find and trying to negotiate a reasonable rate for such a long stay. 

“Just stay with me, babe,” Jungkook sighed into the phone.  “It’s just me in that apartment, I don’t mind sharing.” 

“I totally forgot you moved out of your mom’s place!” You exclaimed as he just let out a fit of small giggles.  “If you really don’t mind, could I bunk with you?  I’ll pull my weight, I promise!” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes.  “Wow, do I want my girlfriend living with me?  Hmm, that’s a toughie,” he reached into his pocket, grabbing his nearly empty pack of cigarettes with his lighter inside.  Pulling one, white toxic stick and placing it between his lips, he pushed his phone to his cheek with his shoulder as he cupped around the bud and flicked his lighter.  Waiting to make sure the wind wouldn’t snuff out the flame and it would actually light.  

Taking a drawl from it, he pushed his air out.  Watching as a puff of grey smoke wafted into the dusk air.  Sun nearly out of sight behind the identical houses as the sky threatened a navy hue with clouds scattered around like cotton balls. Breathing through his nose he sighed.  It was definitely going to rain tonight.  

You laughed sarcastically through the phone as he faintly heard your mom calling you down to eat something.  He scowled a bit, knowing how late it was at the moment and you hadn’t eaten yet.  

“Coming!” You shouted to your mom as you started talking to Jungkook again.  “I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Tell me when you’re coming into town, okay?  You can stay with me and we can work everything out after that.” 

“Okay, I will.” Jungkook could hear the smile in your voice and he wished you had Facetimed him instead of a phone call so he could see it. 

“I miss you,” he told you before you were ready to cut the call.  Him hearing you roll out of bed, abandoning your books he was sure was sprawled on your bedspread. 

“I miss you too.  I’ll see you soon though,” you reassured. 

“You better.” 

It was a few minutes later when Jungkook was walking back into the garage, taking one last drawl of his smoke as he flopped himself down into his cheap, folding-camping chair.  Snuffing out his cigarette in a glass ashtray that almost needed to be emptied, he took a can of iced soda from a small cooler at his side and chugged a good half of it. A hefty blech following. 

“Is Loverboy done talking to his girlfriend?” Hoseok teased in a mocking tone.  Jungkook rolled his eyes.  His friends were solely convinced Jungkook was fibbing about his relationship and you altogether.  Not having seen you before and being so different from him; they all called bullshit. 

Jungkook flipped a solid middle finger at his friend as he erupted in stomach laughed, kicking his knees up as he stomped.  Jungkook craned his neck back, letting it hang as he starred at the white garage ceiling. 

“Girlfriend phone call or not,” Namjoon started as he finished his second can of beer for the evening, “what was the fuss about?  You yelled then went outside?  Hiding something maybe?” His smirk on his face was so obviously screaming ‘did you go outside to talk about your fake relationship away from us?’ and it made Jungkook was to throw his stupid beer car at his head.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he hissed.  He kicked his boot covered feet up, stretching them out as his heels bounced on the concrete floor.  “Y/n was talking to me about what she’s going to do when she comes down this summer,” he casually announced with a relaxed wave of his hand.  

There were approximately 4 seconds of silence before his friends were shouting or bounding from their camping chairs or crates they sat on and rushing to his side.  Grabbing him or his chair, nearly knocking him out of it.  He braced himself, tucking his boots back under his chair to stable it as he straightened his back. 

Voices of his friends bombarding him with questions of when you’re coming, for how long, why and if they’d get to meet him.  It was only an hour later that Jungkook literally had to run to the nearest bus station to get away from his friend’s just to go home. So much for having a drunk night in the garage. 

2 weeks later and Jungkook was dressed in a too expensive Adaias white shirt, black lining the edges and black strips running down his shoulders in a trio. The shirt leaving his arms open for everyone to see his tattoo littered arms and watch strapped around his left wrist. Tucked into his black jeans that run down the thick of his thigh to the slim of his calf.  His boots hitting his shin as the short strings remained untied to accommodate for his jogging. His hair was curled and wavy  from the humidity as his bangs hit his eyes. 

He jogged his way to the train station, descending the stairs from the streets to the underground railways.  Hoping down from step to step, careful to mind his footwork before he was waving between people.  It was still early in the morning, only 8 and the crowd wasn’t completely awful yet. 

Stopping and leaning against the back wall in front of your station and out of every other person’s way, he gathered his breath.  His heartbeat in his chest, but not entirely from his run here.  He wanted time to speed up so he could see and feel you that much soon.  He pulled his phone from his (unfairly deep) jean pocket and shot you a text. 

Jungkook: I’m here. Look for a handsome tattooed stranger when you step off. 

You: I was taught never to talk to strangers. 

Jungkook chuckled at your response, shaking his head as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.  His smile he wore not wiping away once as he grew giddier with each ticking second the giant clock above his head let pass. 

30 minutes later and he was watching your train screech to a halt.  Listening to the hydraulic-powered doors hissing open before he was scanning through the push and pull crowd of people.  

“Jungkook!” He heard you before he saw you. Though he quickly locked onto your frame, dragging a suitcase behind you, another slung around your back and wearing an impossibly brightly colored rainbow-striped shirt that tucked only into the front of your black shorts.  

He laughed as he went towards you before he was barreling into your front, knocking you back a few steps as he lifted you to your toes.  Arms under you and around your waist, he shook you around like a doll as he pushed his face into your hair.  A few older adults stopped to awe before moving on and a few even sent eye-rolls from such public affection.  

He put you back down as he kept his hands on your waist, thumbing over your shirt and smiling down at you to the point his cheeks ached.  “God, I missed you,” he murmured as he pushed his lips to your forehead.  You giggled as you started convincing him to move and actually leave the station. He agreed, but only after he grabbed your rolling suitcase in one hand and snatched your hand in his other. 

Jungkook leads you to his apartment as you both step inside. Dragging your suitcase into and up out of the entrance landing, Jungkook wheels it away as he kicks off his loose, untied boots.  You untied your own hightops- a gift from Jungkook on your birthday- as you were soon up and following after him as he took off with your suitcase hostage. 

He entered his room, flicking on the light.  You looked around. “It’s so weird not seeing it through your computer webcam.” Jungkook chuckled as he collapsed the handle to your suitcase and lifted it onto his bed before unzipping it.  You dropped your backpack as well. You stopped him before he could start digging through your stuff to help you unpack. 

“What,” he laughed.  “Afraid I might see your Hello Kitty panties?” You opened your mouth in a fake offense as you were quick you bring your ankle up, yank off your sock and throw it at him. “Hey! It’s too early for nasty sock wars!” He soon was sitting out in the hallway, waiting for your all clear to come in and actually help unpack.  He laughed as he heard you murmuring inside about how your Hello Kitty panties happened to be very cute. 

Jungkook had previously cleared out two of his dresser drawers for your unmentionables and PJs for your visit.  Also separating his closest down the middle.  Left side for him and right for you, a hanging cubby for shoes in the center for the divider. When you called for him, he went and helped you unpack your clothes, some in which he commented that he hadn’t seen before.  

You embarrassingly admitting to shopping for new clothes just before coming here to show off.  You wanted to look nice since you’d be with him for so long.  He just cooed as he kissed the top of your head.  

Makeup, shampoo, conditions, skin and hair treatments, slippers, medicine, toothbrush, hairbrush- all sorts of your things soon filled his apartment along with his.  Seeing it all, it felt so much more like home.  

It was 10 when everything was said and done and Jungkook was sat on the couch in the living room. The morning sun bright as it came through the balcony window.  You were in the kitchen, or leaving it now, with a water bottle.  The cold bottle chilling your hand as Jungkook called you. 

“Y/n,” he whined as he sat slouched.  You trotted over to him as he reached for you like a child.  “Come here,” he told you.  

���Wait a minute,” you told him with a smile as he just shook his head. He sat up quickly, grabbing around your waist and leaning back, taking you back and down with him.  Falling beside him on the couch as he pulling your legs over his lap.  Interlocking his fingers around your stomach, he leaned on your shoulder, the crown of his wavy brown hair pushing into your cheek. 

“I’ve waited long enough,” he lowly whispered.  Keeping his head tucked into your neck, he closed his eyes.  Finally able to sit and bask in the scent, warmth, and presence that is you, he was blissful.  He had missed you so much and he hated the fact that you lived so far off.  If Jungkook didn’t have such a good job here, he probably would've moved to you.  Though, you told him numerous times to stay here- stay where he knows best.  

He relaxed so completely as you traced along the tattoos crawling up his neck and disappearing down his back under his shirt. You giggled as he nuzzled into your further, moving to wrap his arms around your tighter and bring you closer.  

“You’re warm,” he murmured.  

“You are too,” you told him back, brushing your fingers into his hair and rubbing his neck.  You both sat like this for hours.  Talking about small things, sitting in silence and basking in each other until you had drifted off into a nap as Jungkook sat you against his chest to snooze.  

Occupying himself with his phone (and sneaking a few pictures of you too), he was soon being paged by Jimin at the tattoo parlor he worked at.  Sending a reminder that even if you were coming into town, he still had to work.  He had 3 tattoo appointments lined up for the afternoon, not mention what walk-in jobs they may have. 

He told him he’d be in, but that there was a 100% chance he was going to bring you along with him.  Jimin didn’t argue, waiting eagerly to meet the Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend.  The squeaky clean sweetheart. 

He woke you up 10 past noon as you groaned and shook your head, trying to will away the bully who is trying to wake you up.  He just chuckled as he blew in your ear, making your shiver and cover it up before he was pinching your nose. 

He laughed when you opened your eyes and swatted his hand away, scowling at him and not the least bit threatening to look at.  The receiving end of what you called a glare was just utter cuteness in the eyes of your boyfriend. 

“Time to wake up, I have to go to the parlor today and you’re-” he poked your cheek- “coming with me.” 

“Okay?  Why am I coming to work with you?” 

Jungkook hummed as he pats your thigh as you moved to get off him, stretching.  “Well, two reasons.  One, I missed you.” He extended one finger before extending a second. “Two, my friend works there and he and the rest of my friends all believe you don’t exist.” 

“Excuse me?” You bit back a smile, cheeks between your molars.

“They think I made up some fake girlfriend story because I was single for so long.”  You busted out in laughter, holding your stomach as he just rolled his eyes and got up off the couch.  

“That’s ridiculous!” You cheered as you got up too, trailing after him to the door as you both slipped on your shoes.  Jungkook weaving your fingers together before leaving and keeping them together until he walked into the parlor, the bell signaling his arrival.  

The look in Jimin’s face when he saw that Jungkook really did have a girl hanging off his arm was priceless.  It wasn’t too much later he called all the guys over and you were introduced to them one by one as Jungkook’s girlfriend, Y/n. 

#jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #fluff #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jeon #jungkook x reader #reader #reader insert #x reader #female reader #jungkook drabble #badboy jungkook #au #bts au #jungkook au #jungkook x reader au #drabble #badboy au #soft #jungkook soft #soft jungkook #whipped jungkook

[planetsam]

Malex with Michae seeing Alex in his dress uniform

Follow up is here. 

“Damn Alex, looking good,” Liz says, “I take back my earlier complaint of you being late.”

“Don’t start,” Alex says.

Michael tells himself he’s got this. He’s single which is good. Isobel has dressed him which is better. And Max is out of his pod which is the best part of it. Oh and then Kyle’s getting some award at some banquet Isobel has managed to score them tickets to. But so is Alex because Alex and Kyle are a team now. And joined at the hip. But not anywhere else, or so Liz has not inconspicuously told him on several occasions. So the stars are aligned. The cards are in his favor and he has got this. He turns around with his best devil may care grin.

He does not got this.

Not by any stretch of the imagination.

Alex has been wearing clothes that make him look like a hotter version of the seventeen year old goth who made a plastic visor look like a fashion statement. He’s got more money and more resources now. Michael has pretended not to notice because he’s been in a relationship. But now he’s not and instead of letting himself think that Alex looks good in his expensive emo get ups, he’s now subjected to the sight of Alex Manes in his dress blues. He’s seen him in his military uniform before, in several varieties of it actually. He doesn’t look comfortable in any of them. So, naturally, he picks the dress blues to look comfortable in.

Men are not supposed to wear a tuxedo that well.

Alex is not supposed to wear a tuxedo that well.

God he looks like prom but about a billion times better. The blue is darker, the fabric is better and, fuck him, Alex fills it out really, really well. Even the slim cane he’s using isn’t enough to dampen it. Actually, it’s the opposite. He looks like he walked off the set of some old time movie, where the women wore the kind of gowns that Isobel is wearing and the men made Michael realize he was attracted to both sexes. Michael never quite worked up the nerve to ask if Alex has the hole from his septum piercing. Now it’s all he can think about. Alex catches him staring and gives him an odd look before coming over.

“What’s with the cane?” He blurts out.

“New prosthetic chaffed,” he says, “it’ll heal soon.”

Well Michael can take that as a comforting thought in the afterlife since seeing Alex with a cane and his dress blues is going to kill him.

“Shit,” he says, “you got a new one?”

Alex nods.

“I keep running through them,” he says.

“I hope you don’t mean that literally,” Michael replies.

Michael decides it’s the grin that’s going to kill him. Not the cane or the suit or the wondering if Alex can still fit a ring through his nose. He aches. In a very familiar way when it comes to Alex, if he thinks about it. Which is something he really didn’t want to go back to. They’ve both taken so many baby steps forward. He doesn’t want to be there pining like he used to. Maybe he can just get really stupid drunk now that Max is back to take up the mantle of Alien Messiah and Worlds Best Brother. Fuck knows Michael’s shit at the first part and yeah, he can hold his own at the second. But Max back is nice. Alex bumps his shoulder with his own.

“You glad to have him back?” He asks.

“Yeah,” Michael says. His first instinct is, again, to deny but Alex looks at him with that steady smile and he kind of fails at that instinct, “yeah I am. He’s probably got two more weeks before I want to put him back in the pod myself,” he says.

Alex laughs.

Fuck him so hard, Michael thinks. He can’t stand there looking this good and laugh at Michael’s dark sense of humor. That’s not fair. He promised Isobel he was going to behave. He wants to show Max he’s changed. And he wants Alex to stop standing there looking so good in his uniform and laughing at his jokes in that horribly honest way of his.

“You know I could take a look if you wanted,” he says, “at your prosthetics.”

“I know,” Alex says, “it just—“

“I know they’re delicate and shit,” Michael continues, “I’d be careful.”

“I know,” Alex says, his eyebrows drawing together, “I know you would. I just didn’t want to waste your time while they’re still trying to figure it out.”

Michael frowns.

“That’s not a waste of time,” he says.

Alex looks at him silently. He doesn’t know how they’ve fallen back into this mind reading bullshit when they’re both so bad at it and so bad at lying. But Alex nods after a moment.

“I’ll let you take a look,” he says.

Michael nods.

“In the meantime,” he says, “the cane’s hot.”

Alex scoffs but there’s an affection to it that hasn’t been there in a while. At least, not where Michael can see. When Alex turns away he can see the faint red staining his ears and tries not to feel too cocky about the fact that he can still make him blush. He can’t let that go to his head after all.

Champagne goes to his head though.

And the problem is that Alex keeps coming by him. Looking so good in a way that’s both his past, his present and probably his future. It’s messing with his head. Plus shit never changes in Roswell so the more champagne he drinks the easier it is to pretend they are back at prom and any second Valenti will say something stupid and a fistfight will break out and he will not have to watch the two of them standing side by side. The most aggravating thing about the universe is how it deems it appropriate to teach Michael a lesson by putting him in the position he didn’t want to be in. But let it never be said that Michael Guerin is one to wallow. To wait? Sure. But there’s a difference and he is distinctly on the wallow side.

“How bad’s the chafing?” He asks Alex abruptly, when they wind up alone again on the balcony.

“It’s manageable,” he says, “as long as I keep the pressure off it,” his eyes narrow fractionally, “why?”

Michael holds out his hand.

“Dance with me.”

Alex glances around before he cautiously puts his cane to the side and puts his hand on Michael’s shoulder. Michael puts his arm around his waist, helping take some of the weight. For a moment Alex is tense. More tense than he usually is when things like this are done.

“I got you,” Michael assures him and son of a bitch, Alex relaxes cautiously, “see? Not so bad.”

“We’ve never done this,” Alex points out.

“We were waiting until we looked this good,” Michael says. Alex chuckles and shakes his head, “you know I’m right.”

“I know you have a lot of cheesy pick up lines,” Alex says, “next you’re going to say this is like prom.”

“You do look like prom,” Michael tells him, “except for the ring. Do you still have the hole?”

“I—“ Alex presses his lips together and goes for his ‘Michael Guerin’s shooting his mouth off’ eyeball, “you can’t tell me I look like prom and ask about my holes,” he scolds.

“I think I just did,” Michael replies.

Alex shakes his head and looks down but Michael is the one who Isobel practiced dancing on her entire early childhood because Max was in her head and knew the danger. Also he had cooties. Michael doesn’t step on people’s feet when he dances with them. Or people’s foot, in this case. When Alex looks back up at him there’s a hesitance in his eyes that makes Michael want to break their hold and not push this past where it can be.

“Is it weird? Seeing me in this?” He asks, his eyes scanning his face. Michael does him the courtesy of thinking about his own feelings.

“It makes me think of prom,” he says, “makes me think of how I wanted to dance with you and couldn’t.”

Alex looks at him, genuinely surprised at the statement. Their getting to know each other has been strictly within the confines of who they are. Not who they were. But the world doesn’t end when Michael says prom. When he brings up that time in their lives when one act of kindness changed everything.

“We’re dancing now,” Alex says.

“Yeah,” Michael replies, something expanding in his chest, “we are.”

Michael stays as people start to leave. Isobel is not the worst roommate he could ask for, even if she does have no concept of what’s his room and what’s her OCD playground. Alex has a car taking him back to his cabin because as the award dinner recipient, he’s fancy now. Michael notices him leaning a bit more on the cane as he walks him out but when Alex turns to him, there’s nothing but satisfaction on his face.

“Can you take a look at this?” He asks, “tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Michael says, “afternoon okay?”

“It’s great,” Alex says and stops only for a moment before continuing, “join me for dinner afterwards?”

Michael thinks he might have just died. Not by the cane or the laugh or the blue fabric that stretches across Alex’s shoulders. Nope. Alex has asked him out properly with witnesses around and that is what is going to kill him. He’s nodding before he can get the words out and Alex gives him a smile that’s definitely not helping him stay alive until tomorrow.

“Goodnight,” he says and slides into the car smoother than he has any fucking right to, “oh, and Michael?” Michael fights the urge to bite his lip, “the answer to your earlier question is yes.”

Michael’s forgotten his earlier question until Alex rubs his thumb under his nose.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

He’s going to wear the nose ring tomorrow.

Well now Michael has to stay alive until then, just to see that.

#michael guerin #alex manes #malex #roswell new mexico #michael x alex #prompts #roswell nm fanfic #malex fic

[oliviaculpo]

YOU

NAME/ALIAS: Kelly!

TIMEZONE: MST! For good this time too :D since we just closed on our house here!! YAY! No more moving finaaaalllyyyyy

RANDOM FACT: I have two kitties and a cute great Pyrenees puppy! 

CHARACTER ONE

NAME: Lucky Caruso 

FACECLAIM: DJ Cotrona

BACKGROUND: 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, armed robbery, white-collar crimes 

Born & raised in Miami to a single mother who had no business being a mom.

High school drop out?? Nah, middle school drop out. Well, he didn’t officially drop out until high school, but he stopped going when he was HELLA young.

Really only street and survival smart. He knows basics buuuut yeah.

Nicknamed Lucky by his mom even tho he’s not lucky at all.

Has a deviated septum that he’ll never get fixed hahaha.

His mom died when he was 17 and she finally told him who his father was. So he went to find the dude and laughed when he saw them.

Figured fuck it since he was gonna be 18 soon so it didn’t matter. BUT his dad wanted to get to know him so like over time they got to know one another.

Now has two half-brothers Nathan and Lawson Marlowe and a half-sister Olivia Marlowe.

The Marlowe family had dipped into cheap versions of white-collar crimes.

So they focused a lot of like small investment fraud, identity theft, stealing social security checks, stuff like that. But they were nothing compared to like big dogs who had all this money from it. In fact, they were still pretty poor wannabe criminals lmao. Then again, their knock-off ponzi schemes weren’t that great.  

Eventually, he met Elena. And despite the fact that they fight like cats and dogs the two of them married….which was the worst decision ever. Like why did they do this to themselves???? Literally, do they actually even love each other??? Idk what even happened there okay. Lucky is just....yeah.

Went to jail from 27 to 28 for a stupid warrant he didn’t realize was out there. AND THENNNNN as soon as he was out, he got in trouble again…….

When Lucky was 30 he was on a job to rob a bank which was planned for a really really long time. He was nothing more than a simple associate with a cut of the money.

It blew up in their faces but only Lucky and one other were caught and taken in.

He was put on trial which lasted two years to finally finalize. During that time he was released on bail.

Eventually, he was sentenced to ten years which was a lesser sentence because he sold out the people he was working with because tbh he ain’t concerned about them I guess.

Served five years (one year was spent from being in and out during his trial period) until he was released for overcrowding and is now on parole and work release and has to do like classes for the state. 

Only just got out a few weeks ago and was sent to a halfway house but now he’s finally back and things are hella different. Very much wants a divorce and figure shiz out for himself?? like wtf he gonna do now??? 

HEADCANONS: 

Has a deviated septum (I know it’s listed above but he literally can’t sleep because of it) so he has sleep apnea. 

Doesn’t drink or do drugs. Really doesn’t do anything associated with drugs honestly. But people tend to assume that about him given his lifestyle. But he does smoke cigs which is bad too but whatevs!! 

Headcanon for the future but I’d love for him to enroll in some online classes and actually get his GED??? Since he dropped out so young. 

LOVES a good laugh. If you can make him laugh you’re cool with him. He’s actually a really mellow guy. He’s not standoff-ish and doesn’t try to be intimidating you know? He’s like a gentle giant if anything. Sure, he has his moments but for the most part, he just like walks away from people who piss him off. Especially now since he’s on parole and can’t exactly do shit to mess with that. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

I don’t have much for him aside from like family stuff and like his estranged wife and an ex. Other than that I’m completely open and I’d LOVE stuff for him. Enemies, friends, someone who helps him out, someone he helps out. Someone to make him laugh hahaha. 

CHARACTER TWO 

NAME: Isla von Dehn 

FACECLAIM: Olivia Culpo

BACKGROUND: 

Miami girl born and raised. Granddaughter of Hyatt Robert von Dehn. Aka co-founder of Hyatt Hotels. Which means she comes from a lot of wealth and all that jazz, even after they sold the brand to a diff fam and started their investment business.

Because of that, she became really in love with the idea of just spending money all the time. Like Naomi Clarke from 90210??? Who just loved buying shit. 

Definitely more than a pretty face but she didn’t really care to prove that she was until later on in life??? 

Not the type of person to judge, hate and all that. Like yeah, she has her moments, but the materialistic things don’t really make her a selfish brat. She just loves life’s luxuries ya feel?????? definitely feel?????

Nicknamed LADY LEGS / LEGS because she’s got a pair that goes on for days.

Accepted into prestigious college (haven’t picked which yet lmaoooo) because of her family and the fact that her father wrote a pretty hefty check. He wanted her and her older sibling to follow in their footsteps and whatnot.

But she didn’t want to follow in their footsteps really. Maybe she thought she did, but she didn’t. So instead she just hung out with her girlfriends and.... you guessed it, spend money. 

Eventually had a huge fight with her family and her dad threatened to take away her trust fund if she didn’t do something with her life and stop racking up so many high credit card bills. 

Felt underestimated so she stepped it up and graduated from college, got her bachelors, worked her butt off, took the LSATs and later the BAR buuuut failed which was really sad. So she was like clearly i’m not meant to go down that path, so she picked something else.

Eventually started working as a stylist at a high-end boutique and later became a personal stylist which was much more suited for her.  

Recently she married her boyfriend at her friend’s bachelorette party in new orleans. and everyone is like wtf???? why would you marry him y’all only been dating for a few months now???? but whatevs i guess do u girl??? 

She’s is honestly just the type of person who wants to enjoy life and what she has. 

She’s pretty much a recycled and fixed up version of an old charrie of mine named Phoebe????? so yeah she holds some things that are very near and dear to my heart <3

HEADCANONS: 

Lmao loves glitter. Has so many sparkly tops because she’s lame like that. 

Incredibly, incredibly close to her family. Yes, her dad can be harsh sometimes but he means well. He just wants her to succeed and she gets that.

Doesn’t really do drugs like at all?? But her friend circle def does. She’s more in love with shopping LMAO. Confessions of a shopaholic okay. 

Has two cats who she loves soooo much. 

Will always let you raid her closet. 

Has over twenty small tattoos (inspo from Chiara Ferragni) all around her body. Her mom hates them but she finds the body to be like a canvas. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

Again, like Lucky, I don’t have much for her yet. But I’d love like friendships, enemies, chance encounters, sibling-like friendships, friends to enemies, enemies to friends. Anything!! I’m also very open to like just going with the flow you know? 

#miamiintro #okay this is hella long and i apologize #EEP

[twigon0metry]

Piercing Tips Masterlist

Hiya~! 

 Today’s list is on piercings. I currently have five (and want more), and I’d like to share some tips and tricks I’ve discovered for getting them, taking care of them, and all of that lovely stuff! :D

1. CLEAN EM. SERIOUSLY. AT LEAST TWICE A DAY. This is especially important if you have a cartilage piercing. Those take longer to heal and are more finicky, so you are more likely to have complications if you aren’t cleaning them (infections, scarring, bumps). 

2. Make sure you follow your piercer’s aftercare directions. It’s for your own good.

3. Do not use hydrogen peroxide or rubbing alcohol to clean your piercings. This is really bad for them and can dry them out too much. Instead, use some saline (salt water designed to mimic your body fluids). You can buy some, but making your own is much cheaper. Just take a cup of water and stir about 1/2 tsp of sea salt in until it’s dissolved.

4. Learn the differences between an infection, irritation, and a normal healing piercing. Obviously we aren’t all experts, so if you’re REALLY concerned, go see your piercer or a doctor. But there are a few key things to know: 

- Your piercing is likely to be infected if: it’s swollen, abnormally warm to the touch, extra painful, red/purplish, and oozing YELLOWY GREEN or BROWNISH pus. There may also be a visible cyst or a pocket filled with pus. It is worth noting however that sometimes pus isn’t visible until the hole is opened (by turning the ring a bit). When my lobes were infected, they looked fine on the outside, but if I turned the rings a bit they would ooze. Nasty stuff. Generally you aren’t supposed to turn them, but if you’re suspicious, it can’t hurt to check. 

- If your piercing is: swollen, reddish, a little sore (especially when touched), and has a bump or two, but is NOT pussy or warm, it’s likely just irritated. You may have bumped or torn it accidentally at some point, or you might be allergic to the metal. If you’ve torn it a bit, it may bleed a little. 

- If you just got your piercing recently and it’s: bleeding a little, swollen, red, sore, and oozing clear/white/yellow liquid, it’s healing and this is all normal. If, however, you see signs of infection early on, get some help as soon as possible.

5. Bumps on cartilage piercings are not always scarring, keloids, or infection. Sometimes it’s just a little irritated. One thing that I’ve found really helps for bumps and swelling is to do warm saline soaks (fill a small cup with warm saline and dunk your piercing in for about five minutes or so). I often notice a difference the same day. 

6. Cartilage piercings can be really tricky to heal. Some people’s just never heal. Make sure you see a doctor/piercer if you’re concerned and feel you may need to take it out. 

7. On that note, DO NOT remove the jewelry until your body is fully (or mostly) healed. Your piercer will have specific instructions for this (if they’re good). And if you suspect you have an infection, DO NOT take it out. This can trap the infection inside of your body and cause complications, since the jewelry keeps the hole open so it can drain. 

8. In cases where you have to take out jewelry, try not to leave it out for too long if you want to keep the hole, otherwise it may need to be re-pierced. Generally, the longer you’ve had a piercing, the longer it’ll stay open, but this won’t be the same for everyone. 

9. Be gentle with new/infected piercings. Don’t touch it unless you have to, and don’t play with it. Be extra careful with your hair (for ear piercings, especially the helix). You’ll want to put it up when it’s wet because it can put painful pressure on your ear. Also be really careful when brushing/combing--catching a hoop on the tines of a brush is NOT FUN. If you’re getting your hair done professionally, don’t be afraid to mention to the hairdresser that you have a sensitive spot. That way they can avoid accidentally hurting you by bumping it. If you are a side sleeper and you have an ear piercing, get a really big sock and tuck one end into the other to make a donut. Sleep with your ear in the hole. It really helps and is more comfy than a travel pillow!

10. Most infections can be treated at home by doing saline soaks and/or hot compresses (wetting a washcloth and applying it gently to your ear). You can also try silver spray/drops, which is a powerful antibiotic. 

11. However, if you have signs of a blood infection, like: a fever, upset stomach, and red streaks radiating out from the site of infection, see a doctor ASAP. You may need antibiotics.

12. Studs, in some cases, can be less irritating than hoops. If you’re having trouble healing a piercing, try switching to a stud. 

13. Make sure you’re getting pierced with implant-grade metal (titanium, surgical steel, or niobium). Some people are prone to allergic reactions to other metals, especially nickel. 

14. For the love of all that is good and pure, DO NOT PIERCE YOURSELF AT HOME. Please don’t. There are so many things that can go wrong, even if you think you’re doing it right (sterilizing, using an actual kit, etc.). Just because it worked for a Youtuber or your friend doesn’t mean it’ll work for you. Piercers get lots of education on the proper methods of piercing certain spots. There are certain spots on your body where if you pierce it, you can hit a nerve and cause lasting damage or an infection. Please, please don’t. Getting it professionally done may be more expensive, but it’s better than having to pay massive bills for treating a nasty infection or having to deal with permanent nerve damage or scarring.

15. If you have blood sugar issues or fainting, you’ll want to be extra careful about getting a piercing because it can cause your levels to drop drastically really fast. Some piercers will offer you some juice or something to make sure your levels are high enough beforehand, but just to be safe, have something at home before you go. Make sure you let them know if you have any of these issues. It’s also a really bad idea to not eat before you go for this reason as well. 

16. Don’t get a piercing impulsively. Do some research beforehand, and maybe even do a little photo editing to see if you’ll like it. The last thing you want is to spend lots of money to get a piercing only to realize you actually hate it on yourself. A piercing is also a hole, and it will most likely leave a scar of some kind, and some will be more visible than others.

17. At the same time, don’t get a piercing because someone else wants you to, or because everyone else is doing it. Get a piercing because you want to, and you think it’ll look good.

18. Make sure your piercer sterilizes everything properly in front of you. Do your research and make sure that the studio you go to is a good one. This can make a world of difference in terms of healing. 

19. DO NOT get your piercings done with a gun. It causes way more shock to your body’s tissues, and they are very hard to sterilize properly. Trust me, a needle is a lot less traumatic.

20. Pain levels will be different for everyone. Obviously some places will hurt more than others. A general rule of thumb though is that soft tissue (earlobes, septum), will hurt less, and cartilage will hurt more. Healing time also tends to be longer for cartilage piercings. Try not to tense up during the procedure if you can, because this will make the pain hurt more. It’s usually only bad for a second or two though, so don’t worry!

21. If you get something that’s a little out there, some people are going to stare, and some people are not going to like it. Ignore them, and if they stare, just stare back and smile! A piercing is your own special form of self-expression, and no one has any right to judge you for it.

22. Whether or not you get a piercing is up to you, but there are a couple things you need to consider still--where you want to work and (don’t come after me please) if you’re still young, what your parents will think. Some workplaces don’t see specific piercings as professional, and having them could decrease your chances of being hired at a job. It sucks, and it’s not fair, but unfortunately that’s the way the world works at this point. :( 

28. And as for your parents, generally if they don’t want you to get pierced, they are speaking for your own good and they have a legitimate reason for it. Generally for any body mods it’s a good idea to wait until you’re older anyways, because they are often permanent, and what you like and what you think looks good is going to change a lot as you grow up. Your parents are likely worried that you’re going to do something you regret, or that people will judge you because of it. It’s annoying sometimes, but parents often know best (they’re older and more mature), and thinking you know better than them can be really dangerous. It sucks, but it doesn’t hurt to wait until you’re a little older first. Besides that, going behind their backs to do something can really hurt your relationship with them, and tells them that you can’t be trusted.

On the other hand, if you aren’t legally a minor anymore, they don’t have a right to prevent you from getting one. It’s still worth considering the consequences though.

Hope this was helpful in some way! If I got any facts wrong, please please message me about it! I don’t want to spread any misinformation.

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Septum

Words: 2174

Warnings: Major character death, blood, the R slur, cursing, unsympathetic deceit, lots of angst, let me know if I should add anything else.

A/N: This is heavily based off of a youtube video called Septum by Hazel Hayes. I used the same story and really similar characters. Please go check it out!

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“In front of you is a pill. Within the next twenty-five minutes, one of you must take the pill. If, after twenty-five minutes, no one has taken it, you will all die. Survivors will all win their share of $50,000,000. Good luck.”

Logan scanned the room. A digital clock was installed into the wall, counting down from twenty-five minutes. It contrasted the rest of the electronic free room, being the only source of light that wasn’t a dim yellow lamp against the worn out walls. A security camera was nestled in the top corner of the room, watching them from afar. He and four others sat at a small table filled with little cookies and fruits, along with a single white pill, cushioned neatly on a tiny, fancy box, opened and up for anyone to take.

The man reading the note, Logan knew him as Patton, put down the piece of paper and licked his lips in nervousness.

“Charming,” one man commented, fear evident behind his confident-ridden eyes.

“Would anyone like me to read it again?” Patton asked, unsure. Everyone solemnly shook their heads; Patton nodded and put the note away.

Logan cleared his throat, it being rougher than he anticipated. “I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I’ll go first,” He was met with no objection, “I am Logan, and I feel it would be unfair if I did not mention that I already know Patton,” Logan stated, nodding in Patton’s direction.

“Yes. Hello Logan,” Patton admitted, sheepishly

A man in a black bowler hat furrowed his brows. “Did you know that you’d see each other here?” He questioned.

The two shook their heads. “No. We were friends in school but lost touch when departing. Seeing Patton here came as quite a shock,” he explained.

“Yeah. We haven’t spoken in, like, ten years,” Patton agreed. The man with the hat nodded suspiciously.

“Well, It would definitely add to the show, with all the drama and such,” said the confident man. Logan thought about it for a moment before nodding, remembering that this was in front of an audience.

“Well,” Logan started, “There is not much to know about me. I am married, and we have a daughter. We are signing the divorce papers currently, though. It simply did not work the way we planned. I am a nurse, by the way. It is what I’ve wanted to do since childhood, and I quite enjoy meeting such a diverse set of people from the occupation. There is truly so much to learn from them.” He dipped his head, signifying he was done.

“I guess I’ll go next,” Patton decided through the silence. “I’m Patton, and I’m studying to be an architect. I love traveling and seeing what humanity could make with just a few materials in hand. I’m planning on climbing Kilimanjaro. Which I know seems a bit...” he gestured to his wheelchair, “It won’t be easy, but I’m going to try my hardest.” He smiled proudly.

“Hello, I am Roman,” the next man announced, the same one that spoke with a fragile arrogance, “I am an incredibly charming and witty, and downright devilishly handsome man-” the man in the hoodie next to Roman laughed, “-When I was young I wanted to be a Disney prince, but I settled on being a writer instead, everyone insisted that you couldn't have something that didn’t exist. I do not believe anyone gave a reason for being here, but I came because the cash would help greatly in writing and publishing my novel.”

“You came here for a novel?” Logan confirmed, “That’s admirable.”

Roman nodded, flashing a wavering smile, “I am also quite a fan of this show, another reason I decided to come.”

Logan nodded and everyone’s head turned to a rather dark character. “Would you like to introduce yourself?” Logan asked, leaving silence for his name.

“Virgil,” His deep voice surprised everyone, “And no thanks. I’m good.”

The hat man scoffed. “It’s not like he’s offering you a snack”

Virgil rolled his eyes that were painted with shadows, “Yeah, I’m not giving you some sob story to get you to feel sorry for me. We all got problems, next,” he made a swiping motion with his hands, gesturing to the last man.

The man in the bowler hat sighed. “Well, I am Vincent,” he spoke, his voice smooth and calculated, “I dropped out of school at grade seven and started my own business. I have been under my own employment ever since.”

“Yes, cause someone like you definitely needs the money,” Roman signed. Vincent shook his head and looked away, as if too worthy for his contributions.

“So, that is all of us. How shall we do this?” Logan asked, ignoring the rising feeling of sickness in his gut.

Vincent lifted his head to meet Logan’s eyes. “Let’s do a vote. It doesn't have to be official, we’ll just test the waters and go from there,” he suggested. Everyone made some noise of agreement.

“Yeah, we won't do it unless it’s unanimous. Well, if four people vote for the same person. Obviously, we won't get all five of us to vote together,” Patton added with a touch of forced humor.

“Okay, I will start with me,” Logan stated, “And go clockwise from there. By a show of hands, who votes for me to take the pill?” No one raised their hand.

“Patton?”

“Roman?” Vincent raised his hand.

“Virgil?” Roman, Logan, and Patton raised their hands, the ladder quite sheepishly.

“Vincent?” Virgil raised his hand.

“Okay, that’s one each for Vincent and Roman, and three for Virgil,” Logan finished, feeling nausea take over.

There was a beat of silence

“Let's take a break and come back in a moment. To think about the vote,” Patton suggested, guilt plaguing his voice.

“Excellent idea, Patton,” Logan agreed, and with that, everyone turned to talk amongst themselves.

Logan approached Patton, smiling at the familiar face. “It is quite strange seeing you here,” he commented.

“Yeah, you too,” Patton said, laughing forcefully.

“Now that the first voting has finished, everything has become all too real,” Logan confessed, looking on to the others.

Patton nodded solemnly.

“May I ask why you voted for me?” Virgil turned his head to see Vincent facing him, pleading with his eyes. “I mean, I know we all have to vote for someone, but if I did anything that caused you to be upset, my apologies,” he said almost sincerely.

“To be honest, I just think you’re kind of a dick,” Virgil said bluntly. Roman chuckled. Vincent snarled and turned away.

Everyone slowly made their way back to their seat, and a silent tension was reset in the air. Logan cleared his throat. “I suppose we could vote again. Anonymously this time,” Logan suggested. Patton began to take strips of paper out.

“Wait,” Roman announced, “Virgil are you sure you don’t want to share your story?” he asked.

Virgil looked down. “Well, if you really want to hear it. My dad died when I was seven. It’s just me and my mom. She’s absolutely perfect. You know those moms you see in magazines or movies? Always baking and always supportive? That's my mom. She, uh, she’s sick. Like, sick sick. I came here cause I thought I could-” he covered his eyes, whimpering. “I can’t...” His whimpers turned to low laughs, “I can’t believe you guys fell for that shit.”

Everyone sighed in disbelief. “You sure are something,” Vincent spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What a wonderful performance!” Roman commented, lifting his glass of wine to Virgil. The actor imitated a bow.

“Can’t you take anything seriously?” Vincent growled at Roman.

“Can’t you take that stick out your ass? It’s not a good look,” Roman shot back. Virgil chuckled.

“Look, I’m just saying that we can’t judge someone so quickly in just twenty-five minutes based off each other sob stories,” Virgil stated, leaning back in his chair.

“Yeah, and you could never know who’s telling the truth,” Roman agreed.

“Who’s side are you on?” Vincent growled.

“My own.”

“What an awful side.”

“Okay. okay, lets vote,” Patton said suddenly, passing five strips of paper around, “If four of the votes are the same, that will be the decision,” Each wrote a name on their slip before passing it back to Patton.

Patton unfolded each and read them out loud. “Virgil. Virgil. Vincent. Virgil… Vincent.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You just got us all killed! We were one vote away from getting out alive!” Vincent lashed out, looking directly at Roman, “You just fucked it all up!” Roman shook his head and chuckled. “What is this for your book? Trying to get a good story out of it?”

“Oh, please.”

“What, you think this is a joke? We’re all going to die because of you!”

“That’s enough-” Virgil stepped in.

“Oh, now he talks! You just stay silent and wait until one of us becomes the antagonist? Well, you did a great job at that!” He seethed, lightly clapping his hands.

“It’s not like I have some strategy to this! I came here for money that I need. I’m here to vote and feel awful about all of it, but I am not begging anyone for sympathy in the process. My shit hole of a life is not going to be my excuse to live.”

“It was me...”

“What?” Vincent demanded.

Patton looked down. “I voted for you...”

“What the hell is wrong with you people? The moment I walked through the door you all hated me!”

“I’ll take that apology when you’re ready”

“Fuck off!”

Vincent stood up and walked to the end of the table. “Since we cannot reach an agreement, I suggest the majority takes the pill. Virgil?”

“Wait that is not what we decided on,” Logan argued, “We need to take another vote just to be sur-”

“Are you fucking retarded or something?” Vincent snapped. The room went cold. “No, that’s not what I meant-”

“You’ve been nothing but trouble all night,” Roman said, standing up to meet Vincent, “You claim you’re some rich business owner, but I’m calling bullshit. You’re just a liar with a bad attitude and a bad-”

Roman couldn't finish the sentence with Vincent's fist to his nose. Logan caught him as he fell backward, and Virgil stood up to level with Vincent. He almost took another blow when Virgil looked up, Vincent following his gaze to the security camera. To where millions of people are watching them. Virgil turned around to help Roman stop seeing stars.

Patton glance at the clock. Only a minute left. “Logan, we’re running out of time.” His voice was on the edge of sobs.

“Okay, another vote, with a show of hands this time, majority rules. I will start with me,” Logan stated, “And go clockwise from there. Who votes for me to take the pill?” No one raised their hand.

“Patton?”

“Roman?”

“Virgil?”

“Vincent?” Everyone but Vincent raised their hand.

“Vincent you have to vote,” Patton pleaded.

“Doesn’t matter,” Roman spat, holding his nose, “he’s dead.”

“No, he should vote,” Logan argued

“Vincent just take the pill!” Virgil yelled. Vincent did nothing.

“I’m sorry,” Logan apologized sincerely, “But you have to take it.”

Vincent sat down in his spot, eyeing the pill. He leaned in, almost reaching it, before retreating back into his seat. The clock ticked from a minute to fifty-nine seconds.

Screams of resentment flooded the room. Patton wordlessly sobbed as he held his head in his hands. Logan stood up and eyed the pill, circling the table. Ten seconds. He reached his hand for the pill and dry swallowed the tablet before anyone could resist. The room went silent.

“No!” Patton screamed, pushing his chair over to logan and clutching the hem of his shirt, “Logan you didn’t have to do that!” The timer hit zero. Logan lowered himself to Patton’s level as the man cried into his chest. “Why did you do that...” he whimpered, sobbing.

Patton pulled away slightly and wiped at his nose, noticing the blood it left on his finger. Vincent, wide-eyed, turned to Roman, who had begun to cough up blood. He tested the tip of his finger at his own nostril, fainting at the sight of blood on his index finger. Virgil looked in horror at Roman. “It was an antidote,” the writer whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut and held out his hand. “Could you… could you hold my hand?”

Virgil wordlessly sat down and took Roman’s hand in his, watching the man take his last breath, knowing his own would come soon. He stood up and separated their hands, before making his way to Logan, who was now cradling a half-dead Patton. Without saying anything, he leaned his head on Logan’s shoulder and fell into darkness, Patton joining him soon after.

Logan, now surrounded by bodies, looked up as the walls opened to a bright white light, revealing a cheering audience that only made his tears burn more.

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Be my Valentine?

First fic!! There may be a part two if y'all want..

Pairing: Awkward! Calum and Y/N

You and Michael doubled over in laughter, tears rolling down your face as Luke strutted down the hallway towards you. His hand was on his hip, your old stilettos on his feet, a 5sos crop top revealing his stomach, and an unforgettable pair of booty shorts on.

 Ashton put on a manager's voice through stifled giggles. “Oh, no. Go back to hell Jessica! I've already told you, booty shorts are so last summer.”

 Luke managed to not to laugh, and instead pouted with his stained pink lips. “But baby! Doesn't my butt look poppin’?” he asked, turning around and bending slightly down so we could get a better look at how much was showing.

Michael made a yelping sound and moved his hand in front of his face so he could block his not-so-pleasant view. “Jesus Christ, can you put that thing away?”

“Oh, please, Michael. You wouldn't be saying that if it was Y/N wearing those,” Luke teased. He had always teased the boys about wanting to get together with you, but you had never let it get to your head. After all, the boys were just your friends.

“Excuse me?” you pretended to be offended, “- I would never wear something so 2017.” You turned the conversation back onto Ashton’s critiquing of Luke’s outfit so the boys would be too preoccupied with laughing to notice you weren't. You wanted to reflect for a second on how lucky you were to be here with these boys.

When you had met Aston in primary school, you never expected he would become your best friend. You never expected him to introduce you to three other boys who would become new best friends to you, but here you were. The boys often looked at you like a little sister and treated you like one, too, but you were only a few months younger than Luke- a few months Luke would never let you forget.

   He was constantly teasing you and would never stop cracking jokes. The fans thought of you two as twins since you two got your first piercing together. Luke had long taken his lip ring out, but you kept your septum ring in most of the time. You loved the memory of it. You loved the day that you and Luke came home to the boys with the piercings and how much they freaked out, going absolutely crazy about the new “holes in your face”.

 Ashton was the complete opposite of thrilled when he saw. Sure, it looked nice and all, but do you know what you just did?! “I promised your mother I would take care of you. This is not me taking care of you!” he had exclaimed and made you apologize to your mother (after he had apologized 10 times, of course).

Mikey, on the other hand, was absolutely ecstatic when he saw. He insisted that now you had joined the “Cool-Guy Club" with him, so Luke asked if he had joined too. Spoiler alert- Michael said no. Michael was like the wild best friend. He spoke his mind and didn't care what others thought which was an easy to admire quality. However, there were also times where he acted like he didn't care at all even if he did. You had watched many of his relationships end because of it.

Calum was the one you talked to the least, but still a close friend. He was often very quiet and shy, but came alive on stage. Many of the fans had labeled him as “thoughtful" or “wise", and they weren't wrong. Cal liked to keep to himself and only added on to a conversation when he had something important to say. It was a trait you didn't have.

 Sure, you could stay quiet, but it wasn't because you were waiting to say something interesting; you had learned to stay quiet since the boys were always doing interviews or videos for the fans and you didn't want to interrupt.

 “Boys! You're on in 10-" one of the men who worked with the boys froze in his tracks as he eyed Luke up and down. “You know what, I'll stall for 15 minutes. Go get ready,” he sighed defeatingly.

 The boys eventually got on stage, although about 20 minutes later than planned. The cheers were something you could never get used to hearing. You sang along with them and mimicked their crazed expressions. Every now and then, one of the boys would look over to you and laugh until Michael started to speak into the mike.

 “Dammit Y/N! I'm trying to play here!” he laughed and the crowd yelled even louder than normal at the mention of you; the boys’ right hand. The fans knew they didn't go anywhere without you so they usually referred to you as the fifth member. They knew you also helped with songwriting and had even written some of the band’s most popular songs.

 But that didn't mean that all the fans loved you. There were plenty of fans who despised you for the relationship you had with the boys. They hadn't deemed you worthy enough of their attention, but here you were anyway, powering through the hate comments. Like any other female that was close to 5sos, there were many hate accounts made especially about you. Sure, what they said hurt. A lot. But you had the support of the boys to keep you going.

After another amazing concert from the boys, they ran off stage. Ash even tried hugging you with his sweaty arms, to which you responded by running away from him and straight into Calum.

Immediately the smell of his cologne filled your nose, but you forced yourself to back up. You mouthed the word “sorry" to him, but then decided to make the best of the situation and pulled him in for another embrace. “Mmm, Calum’s hugs are so wonderful!” you announced, hoping to annoy Ashton.

Calum seemed to get the hint because he nervously placed his hands on your back, only using a small bit a pressure to press you into his chest as if he was afraid to hurt you. “Man, Y/N I really wanted a hug from you. So nice!” he bragged to an infuriated Ashton.

You pulled away from the hug and Calum weakly smiled at you before his arms retreated back to his side. Turning back to Ashton, you stuck your tongue out at him.

 “I'm starving, dude. How about we go eat somewhere?” Michael asked, turning to you with a pouty face. “Please?”

You were usually the one who had to out their foot down when it came to the boys spending money, but you didn't see how a little dinner could hurt. Besides, you were pretty hungry too, so you nodded at him.

“Oh, yeah! Time to feast!” Michael exclaimed along with cheers from the other boys.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

The five of you entered the not easily selected restaurant with frowns on all of your faces except for Luke, who was giddy from having win the rock-paper-scissors championship you had had in the car as a way of choosing a place to eat. Upon your arrival, the waitress told you that a table of five wasn't available, but that you could have a booth if you wanted. You eyed the hungry boys and decided sooner was better than later.

Once you were led to the booth, Ashton frowned. “Who's going to be 3 to a seat and who's going to be 2?”

“Another rock-paper-scissors war?” Luke let his swelled ego show.

You all agreed to it, but the results were not in your favor. Luke and Michael got to sit together while you, Ashton, and Calum ended up having to squeeze next to each other. For some reason, Ashton thought having you in the middle was an amazing idea, so here you were- squished between Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood. From a fangirl’s point of view, this would be heaven. From your point of view, it was hell.

You all ordered your drinks, but as they came to the table you realized you couldn't really move your arms to reach it. Calum, who was sitting on the open end of the booth, ended up having to grab your food and drinks for you.

“Thanks, Cal. I'm sorry I can't reach; it's not easy being short!”

The quiet boy smiled sheepishly at you and went to out his hand back down before realizing that he accidentally put his hand on your thigh. “Shit, Y/N! I'm so sorry! It was a complete accident. I swear I'm not a perv-"

His rambling were cut off my your unusually weakened voice. “It's- It's completely fine!” You were caught entirely off guard by his hand- his warm, gentle hand… Stop Y/N! There was an undeniable tingle it had given you, a feeling you longed to have again. But it wasn't because Calum! It must've been a long time since you've gotten laid, that's all. Nothing to do with one of your closest friends.

For the rest of the meal, Calum was quiet and so were you. The boys expected it from Cal, but it was a complete surprise from you.

 “Y/N!!! Why won't you talk to me?!” Luke whined.

 “Because, Luke, she doesn't like you.” Michael said as if it was common knowledge.

“What? And she likes you? I'm her best friend!” Luke threw a fry at Michael, to which Michael threw a fry back and started a food war. Sadly, the war was ended before a winner was selected due to you guys getting kicked out of the restaurant.

Calum sighed. “Why don't we just go home a watch a movie before any of you get us banned from another restaurant,” he huffed, glaring at the initiate.

“Amazing idea! Can we stop at the store to get some food for the movie?” you looked at Calum with puppy eyes.

He didn't meet your gaze, and instead looked in the opposite direction. “Sure. I guess- I guess we can make a stop.”

 After getting kicked out of another store (trust me, you don't wanna know), you guys finally arrived home. Ashton put the chosen horror film on as you made the guys popcorn. Ashton had you sit next to him once again with Calum and Michael in other chairs and Luke on the ground.

 Shortly after the movie started, you noticed what you thought to be someone staring at you. You tried to look in the direction of those eyes, but you couldn't see anything. The only people there were Luke and Cal, but none of them were looking at you. You decided it was just the movie getting to you. Until it happened again and you swore you saw Calum’s brown eyes looking at you. Before you could meet his eyes, Calum quickly turned his head away from you and back at the movie. After that, no matter how many times you glanced in his direction, you never caught staring again. You decided not to try again, but the temptation was too powerful. You looked again and saw he was sleeping. Unfortunately for you, Luke was not.

 “Y/N, I know I'm hot, but please stop staring,” he teased.

 “What?” Ashton asked. He was always protective when it came to you maybe having a crush on one of the boys.

“Nothing, Ash. Luke's just full of himself,” you teased back.

Soon enough, all the boys had fallen asleep so you decided it was time to go back home. You didn't love far, but you also didn't want to sleep at the boy's house without invitation.

As you grabbed your keys, a tired voice startled you. “Where’re you goin’?”

“Home, Cal,” you couldn't help but smile at how how words slurred together in a sleepy mess.

“It's pretty late. Are you sure you want to walk down there? You know you could always stay here,” he offered, getting up from the chair and walking towards you. He rubbed at his eyes as if to make him more awake.

“It's okay Calum-"

“You know it's what Ashton would want,” he interrupted you with a point you knew would agree with .

“Well….if you think that's what I should do…”

“It's what- It's whatever you want. You don't need to do it because I said so or anything. I'll even walk you home, just let me grab my coat and keys and-”

You cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. It was nothing special; you did it to the rest of the boys, but you had never done it to Calum. “Thanks for the concern, Cal, but I'll be fine. I'd like to sleep in Ash’s bed. It's payback time!”

It took Calum a few seconds, but he finally found his voice over his flushed cheeks. “Payback? What did he do?”

“Had drunk sex in my bed,” you shrugged your shoulders. You were mostly over it, but you weren't going to pass up an opportunity to get back at him for it.

 Calum openly laughed, something he didn't do often. You smiled at his crinkled eyes and wide smile; you decided you wanted to see more of it. “I'm not going to ask. You know where his room is, right? I'll be right next to your room if you need anything. Don't be afraid to ask, I probably won't be sleeping tonight. You know, songwriting and all. And now I'm rambling again.  It's a tired thing. Well I'm actually going to go now so I can shut up. Sleep well, Y/N.” Calum awkward walked away as you giggled.

  Damn, you didn't realize it could be so nice around him. You realized you really wanted to get to know him better. The thought dominated your mind for the rest of the night until you fell asleep to an unrecognizable song Calum was singing in the room next to you.

 I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart

You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark

We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold

We love us

#calum 5sos #luke 5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos funny #5sos #ashton 5sos #5sos fam #5sos fanfic #5sos fluff #5sos fic #calum fanfic #calum fluff #calum fic #calum 5 seconds of summer

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #157

hey instead of lyrics, there’s a warning for a religiously offensive answer.

How many kids do you want to have?  Only too many scaly and furry ones. <3 Who’s the last person you smoked weed with?  I've never smoked it. Who is the person you have hurt the most?  Probably Mom. Who is the person that has hurt you the most?  Jason. Who was the last person who cried around you?  Mom when she found out about my cousin Brenna. What was the last thing you cried about?  Emotional conversation with Sara. What’s your current problem?  Just friendship stuff after breaking apart from Colleen again and being ignored when I've been reaching out to old friends, something I've been putting a lot of effort into lately.  I just don't get what's wrong with me/what's that damn unlikable about me that I can't make or maintain friendships. What brand of face wash do you use?  Biore.  Or I think Neutrogena if I have a pimple. Do you know anyone who owns a boat?  Dad. Did you get carded the last time you ordered an alcoholic drink?  I surprisingly didn't.  Nor did I get carded when I bought something from the liquor store for Mom and me.  Do I look 30 or something now that my hair's cut. Did your parents give you an allowance as a kid? No. Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No, thankfully. Are you (or have you ever been) a vegetarian?  I am.  Took a brief break for weight loss purposes but seeing as that did nothing, I went back to it and plan on staying that way. Do you ever use Snapchat?  No. What was the last show that you watched a full episode of? The Good Doctor. Do you get your feelings hurt easily?  Yup. When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get?  Coke. What’s the nickname of your home state?  The Tar Heel State. What’s the worst type of weather in your opinion?  Hot and humid. Do you have a Kindle or iPad or neither?  Neither. Would you rather read or write? Write. Is there a dead end road near where you live?  Most likely. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought?  No. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex?  YUP. Are you at risk for any medical issues?  Heart issues run in my family, and I'm finding out if I have hypoglycemia like.  Tomorrow. Is there an upcoming concert you want to go to?  Metallica in January, desperately. Do you own a robe?  No.  Don't really need one.  I get dressed right after showering. What is your favorite mark of punctuation?  Question mark. How many deep dark secrets do you have?  I don't really keep it a secret, but I don't just happily share it either.  One. Where is your father right now?  I'd assume at work. How comfy is your bed on a scale of 1-10?  I guess like... 7? What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten?  Hot wings at BWW doused in like the... fourth-hottest sauce. Who last called you sexy?  The only one who is insane enough to call me that is Sara. Do you want any more piercings?  Collarbones when they're prominent again, more in my ears, and then if/when I lose enough weight probably lower back dermals and bellybutton. Do you believe in heaven and hell?  Not in the Christian concept, but in some manner, probably.  Certainly a heaven of some sort for the good.  I don't know about a hell, but maybe purgatory as earth-bound spirits?  I mean there's no way the evil are going to a lovely place. Which do you think you're most likely to go to?  Hopefully a heaven, but if it turns out the Christian god is real, happily to Hell because fuck him for a multitude of reasons. How will the world end?  A meteor strike seems logical.  Flooding from global warming (I don't know how much it actually would cover if all ice melted, but).  The sun dying, if Earth is lucky enough to possibly survive that long. Are you scared of the dark?  No. How many true friends would you say you had?  Like 2-3, lol. Do you have a motto?  Not really. When was the last time you went on a trampoline?  Couldn't guess. What’s your best memory with each of your parents?  Dad, maybe him teaching me to ride a bike.  Or playing softball.  As for Mom, maybe the time we were driving around one night, grabbed some milkshakes, and jammed out to Judas Priest way too loud lol. Do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea?  I mean, sure.  If you truly loved your s/o, you wouldn't even consider someone else.  Better than cheating. Is it possible to ‘fix’ a ‘broken’ relationship?  I'm not sure, honestly.  This will never in any universe happen, but let's just say Jason and I got back together.  It wouldn't work.  At all.  Our relationship was Heaven to me until it ended, and I know it could never be repaired. If you found someone seemingly perfect for you, but it turned out they had a child… would you still give the relationship a chance?  Nope.  I could never take on the role of a parent figure for a child.  Nevermind one that wasn't mine or Sara's. Is it possible to ‘fall out of love’?  Yeah, been there. Why do you think people choose to get married?  Some people just enjoy the idea of a legal union with each other to signify their love, some don't want sex or kids before marriage, etc. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?  We're both girls, but if it was physically possible, definitely. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?  Mom or Sara, depending on the subject. Who was the last person you danced with?  Sara. How many tattoos would you get?  Arms covered, hands, knuckles, neck, sternum, hips, back, ribs... lots.  The only place I'm not very interested in tattooing are my legs, but it'll probably happen if I find something I love and also to balance things out.  Might look kinda weird to have so many but then none below my hips. Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret?  TELL.  SOMEONE.  I'm sure the idea is terrifying, but what's scarier is staying with someone abusive.  Tell someone who can do something. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?  Breasts. Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with?  Jason. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus?  I like the broccoli, the latter is disgusting. Do you like gore?  Sometimes it's aesthetically pleasing to me, sometimes it gives me a quick gag if it's something real gross with humans because then I can actually imagine it on myself. Have you ever read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov?  No.  Pretty sure I know the basis of it, though, if it's about the lolita fashion.  My friend had a phase where she was deeeep into it and told me about a book of that name.  Gross. Do serial killers fascinate you?  Not especially, but sometimes it is intriguing to learn just how fucked they can be.  I wonder how the mind can make up some shit. Besides your own, what’s your favorite country?  That I'm at least somewhat aware of, I find Japanese culture quite interesting. Would you ever get a septum piercing?  Nah, don't think it'll look good on me. Are you lactose intolerant?  No. Are you allergic to gluten?  No. Do you know anyone who is missing a toe?  No. Do any lights stay on while you sleep?  My snake's and iguana's lamps. If you have a notepad in your phone, what do you use it for the most?  Lmao tattoo ideas. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender?  At least three girls.  Two before I even realized I was bi lmao.  Just looking back, my bond with them on my end wasn't straight, Alon especially. What store do you shop at the most for clothes?  HotTopic. Would you ever get your nipples pierced?  I very recently actually briefly considered it lmao.  I wouldn't tho.  Tbfh mainly just because of foreplay reasons shhhh. How many pets do you own?  Six. What’s your least favorite season? I loathe summer. Do you like tacos? Omg no. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert. Do you like to play board games?  Not really, no. Are you fond of romantic novels? When I read, I wouldn't actively seek them out, but I enjoyed quite a few. Fruit Loops or Cocopops?  Fruit Loops = Good Shit. Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? Biiiitch yes for that much. Do you believe in aliens? I've been more open to the possibility lately.  Maybe. If you were the last person alive besides one other person you get to chose, who would it be?  My Sara Jane. Dogs or cats?  Cats. Do you like cotton candy?  I can only manage a couple bites.  Too sweet. Would you ever use a dating site? I like to pretend that never happened lmao neeeever again. Do you believe in ghosts?  Absolutely. Rap or pop? Pop, if I had to pick between the two. Do you like Lady Gaga?  Some of her songs are super catchy. What about Nick Minaj?  She's very talented in her genre, but I'm not a fan of her music. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you have an addiction to anything?  Technology. Do you like cheeseburgers?  Probably what I miss most being a vegetarian.  I love burgers. Do you have a Flickr? Yes. When did you last vacuum your room? Few days back. Who was the last person to sit on your bed?  Mom. Do you have a favorite flower?  Orchids. Do you like to cuddle with your S.O. or do you prefer your space?  Depends on how comfortable I am in the relationship.  In my current one, I am like.  Soooo cuddly. Do you like being called pet names or not?  Depends on the person.  Parents, s/o, friends, sure. Do you care if your produce is organic or not?  Not really, but I mean if I was to pick between something organic or not and I was aware, I'd certainly pick the organic. Do you get enough calcium?  I love milk, bro. Who is it that you’re in love with?  Sara 100% 100% 100% my babygirl. Is your significant other of the same ethnicity as you?  Yes. Do you have any friends in a band?  An old friend is the guitarist of a pretty nice metal band. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip?  Classic, probs. What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?  Suicidal depression. Do you ever donate money to charity? If so, which charity and why? Once I have a source of income, I plan on donating to every charity livestream Mark does.  One, because it's just being a generous human, but also because I try to actively support everything he does. How many are too many partners for one person, in your opinion? Basically, I only support monogamy. What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Meeting Sara. What’re your plans for your next birthday?  Lemme get my Mark tattoo, man.  Go out to my favorite restaurant.  Family time. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tongue ring?  No. Thinking back to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on their bed?  Yeah. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed?  Yeah. Thinking back to the last person you really, truly passionately kissed, how many times have you cried because of them?  Waaaaaaaay too many times. How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater?  Like low 50s. Has anyone ever pulled a gun on you?  Whoa no. Kisses on the cheek or the neck?  If you're not in the mood to make out, don't kiss me on the neck lmao. One word to describe your most recent ex? Hilarious. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? I only like scrambled. Have you ever gotten into a club, whilst being underage?  Never been to one. When do you plan on moving out?  When Sara and I are ready to move in together. Before Facebook became popular, did you use any other social networking site like Bebo or MySpace?  I had MySpace. Do you think when someone says “I love you” that you are obliged to say it back?  Definitely not.  Those are strong words. Which Disney princess do you think is the most beautiful and why?  Hmmm, I think Pocahontas.  I just think she's very pretty. What’s the best food to have at a sleepover?  PIZZA. How did you meet the last person you shared a bed with?  YouTube. Do you have any half-siblings?  Four. When going shopping for junk food, what’s the first thing you pick up?  Usually chips. At sleepovers, do you usually stay up all night or actually go to sleep?  Go to sleep. Is there anything in the room you’re in that’s really dusty?  I neeeed to dust my fan. Do you know anybody with different colored eyes?  No. Are any of your relatives vets?  Not to my knowledge. How many minutes do you consider late?  More than 5. What kinds of food do you dunk into milk?  Just cookies. Do you have any current or past teachers on your Facebook friends?  Yes. How much sugar do you like in your tea/coffee?  I hate both. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk?  Yeah. After seeing a movie, do you go to a site to enter a review about it?  No. Do your parents vote?  I know Mom does.  Guessing Dad does. How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant?  My best friend is my girlfriend, and I'd support whatever she decided.  She doesn't want kids at all, nor do I think her body could handle it, so I'd understand if she aborted, and if she didn't, I'd try damn hard to be an amazing parent. What restaurant has the best fries?  Bojangle's fries got all her challengers SHOOK. What does your mailbox look like?  Just a normal 'ole mailbox. Would your mom make a good president?  No. What’s your favorite thing to eat during a movie?  Popcorn. Do you consider cooking to be an art?  Sure, it can be. What browser do you prefer to use?  Chrome. What genre of films do you like the best? Paranormal horror. Have you ever had a crush on someone several years older than yourself?  No. Does your best friend have any tattoos?  No. Who was the last person you were rude to? Did you have a good reason?  Probably Mom.  There's never a good reason to be rude.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

[bleusidemv]

85 Question Tag

Thank you @neocultvretechs for tagging me I am always so excited to do stuff like this yeay. Thanks honey!

RULES: answer these 85 statements about yourself and tag 20 people

LAST:

1.drink- strawberry smoothie

2. Phone call- my mom so she can pick me up from the trainstation

3. Text message- friend about the dress for our prom night in 3 weeks

4. Song you listened to- Nirvana-Sam Smith

5. Time you cried- about 2 weeks ago

EVER:

6. Dated someone twice- No

7. Kissed someone and regretted it- YES!!!

8. Been cheated on- I dont really know...I suspect one exboyfriend but I dont care about that anymore and another one kinda did something but not really...just kinda

9. Lost someone special- Nope

10. Been depressed- Haha yeah most of my teenage years but luckyly not anymore

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up- No I have a really high tolerance but I dont drink anyways(only like...maybe...5 times a year for special events)

12. Fave colors- (black white gray) pastel pink/babyblue/mint and dark reds and greens

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends- yeees

16. Fallen out of love- idk maybe its hard to put feelings in situations into such a general statement but I think so

17. Laughed until you cried- definitly. I cry sooo easyly while laughing bc of my huge cheeks being pushed agains my eyes so yeah...thats like the only reason I cry for most of the time

18. Found out someone was talking about you -I dont remember but I dont think so since I dont care about that anyways and it mostly does not happen(at least not knowingly)

19. Met someone who changed you- yes

20. Found out who your friends are- BIG FAT YES. Funny story: one of my best friends from primary school and I started talking again after years of not seeing each other and she is the one that helped me get into kpop so much and now we see each other every other week and bc of her I also got back in touch with another friend who I just went on a 3 day trip to berlin with. So yeah soemtimes the real ones are the ones you have not talked to in a while but that does not make it awkward instead shows you how time does not change a real friendship!

21.kissed someone on your facebooks friends list- I dont have fb so no

GENERAL:

22. How many of your fb friends do you know in real life- Still dont have an account

23. Do you have any pets- Yes one Cat

24. Do you want to change your name- No. I am happy my parents gave me 2 names to choose. One "normal/regular" one (Lea(but no one outside the internet calls me that)) and one that is more special(Sharon(also name I wanna be called by everyone since I like being unique))

25. What did you do for your last birthday- Went out to eat chinese with some friends then into a mexican restaurant to get churros

26. What time did you wake up today- 5:00(my sleep schedual is still shit from last week bc if the train we took at 2 in the morning to get to berlin and waking up early bc of excitement on the day the concert was)

27. What were you doing at midnight last night- trying to fall asleep

28. What is something you cant wait for- in general: when I order something online. Right now: going back to berlin for the BTS concert

30. What are you listening to right now- I.L.Y.-The Rose

31. Have you ever talked to a person named tom- yes I have someone in my art class with that name

32. Something that is getting on your nerves- my constant back pain

33. Most visited webside- either h&m since I have to get a prom dress and I dont want to soend much money on it or kpopmart bc like...I am addicted to buying albums and I cant stop myself

34. Hair color- reddish brown

35. Long or short hair- on myself long. On girls I like both but maybe I prefere short a teenytiny bit more and on boys I like a little longer hair

36. Do you have a crush on someone- like famous people yes of course but in real life not that much. I mean I crush on loaaaad of girls but its not something constant like when you slowly fall in love with someone

37. What do you like about yourself- actually a few things. My eyes, my upperbody proportions, most of my personality and my taste in stuff aaaand my tattoos

38. Want any piercings- not right now. Someday maybe a tongue ring or a nose ring but I had my piercings phase already and I dont want to go back to it for now

39. Blood type- I dont know

40. Nicknames- no constant ones that everyonw uses just random ones with some friends that come up from time to time

41. Relationship status- almost single

42. Zodiac- Pisces

43. Pronouns- she/her

44. Fave TV shows- not watching any right now but maybe sense 8,skins,scubs,my name is earl, stranger things, avatar, sailor moon and sherlock

45. Tattoos- a heart on my foot but there are more coming in the next days

46. Right or left handed- right

47. Ever had surgery- No

48. Piercings- Multiple earlobes, 30mm tunnle(not wearing them anymore tho), I used to have a septum but I also dont wear it anymore and a smiley also not wearing it anymore aaaand I tried to make a nostril piercing myself but I only got halfway through so noooo but maybe one day Ill get that one profesionally done

49. Sport- I used to dance but I ruined my legs with it so I cant do it anymore as a sport thing

50. Vacation- I will hopefully go to greece or portugal this year. And if I could go anywhere Id go to thailand,korea,japan or anywhere that is close to the ocean and has nice beaches

52. Eating- not right now

53. Drinking- mostly water

54. Im about to watch- the last parts of the last ikon tv episode and then maybe the new kq fellaz episodes

55. Waiting for- my sisters weeding in a month

56. Want- to go back to the got7 concert and tell them all the things I need them to know. Also more albums and maybe new shoes

57. Get married- one day yes but not in the close future

58. Career- something creative hopefully in the music industry as a manager or producer would be nice but Ill take anything that makes me happy

WHICH IS BETTER:

59. Hugs or kisses- HUGS

60. Lips or eyes- both but...a slight bit more eyes

61. Shorter or taller- I am a short baby so taller...almost everyone is and I kinda feel cute for being short

62. Older or younger- older

63. Nice arms or stomach- weird question I mean what is the definition of nice? But lets say they mean conventional nice so like toned and muscular...then its definitly arms. I like strong arms. But I think that nice can mean a lot and to me a nice belly is a soft belly to cuddle with

64. Hookup or relationship- depends. Right now definirly hookups but if the right one comes my way I wont say no to a relationship

65. Troublemaker or hesitant- lately more hesitant but I used to be more of a trouble maker

HAVE YOU EVER:

66. Kissed a stranger- No

67. Drank hard liquor- Yeeeees

68. Lost glasses- I dont have glasses so I cant lose them

69. Turned someone down- Uhm yes of course

70. Sex on first date- No...I mean practically I had sex at a first meeting but it was not a date so yeah

71. Broken someone heart- Yup

72. Been arrested- Nope

73. Had your heart broken- No not really

74. Cried when someone died- No

75. Fallen for a friend- Nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

76. Yourself- Sometimes

77. Miracles- Yes...I guess...not sure

78. Love at first sight- I want to but also not sure since Ive not experienced it myself

79. Santa- Nooooooohooooooohooooo

80. Kiss on a first date- thats something to believe in? I just do whatever I feel like

81. Angels- like the church ones no but I do believe that humans can be like angels and thats what I am trying to be

OTHER:

82. Best friends name- I have multiple ones

83. Eye color- Green? Blue? Grey? Who knows

84. Fave movie- too many

85. Fave actor- also too many but the first one that came to my mind was Tom Hardy but there are other in this list too

Tagging : (new mutuals I wanna know better and my good ol frens)

@1kenzo @4xiumn @bobahancafe @felixspotato @woojinshairwasblue @orgel-mp3 @leeknowyaknow @straygayz @jiwonidaeyo @hercosmoscomplex @queen-ki @changbinknows @princess-nakamoto @122c @curledlife @daehdream @irrelevantkblog @neoculture-tech @yummyyugyeommie @joshhaogyu @kinodarling @apricotlipgloss

[canadian-riddler]

Riddler backstory, part one

Disowned by his family, straddled with a son he never wanted and a career in the making forever suspended after one night of indiscretion during his sophomore year at the University of Toronto, Edwin was forced to take the first job that came along.  For all of Edward’s life with him, his father was a bartender who worked and drank long hours into the night and expressed his dissatisfaction with his lot during the day.  

Edward did poorly in school, but not because he was stupid; he was in fact incredibly bored and easily distracted by things he found more interesting.  This infuriated his father to no end, and the first time his father hit him was a result of a parent-teacher meeting saying Edward was at risk of repeating the grade.  This scared Edward into improvement but only temporarily.

When he was ten a teacher stated that whomever could solve a Rubik’s cube the next day that she had brought in would be allowed to keep it.  This held Edward’s interest as nothing ever had, and he snuck back into the classroom later in the day to look for it. He found it in a locked drawer which he opened with a paper clip and a bobby pin and sat under the desk with it until he was certain he knew it better than the back of his own hand.  He then returned it to its original configuration and put it back into the desk.  As planned he solved it easily the next day, but his teacher was suspicious both of this and the unlocked drawer and called home about it.

That night, Edward’s father hit him for lying.  

Edward did his best to be on good behaviour, but he had been branded a cheater and a liar and that followed him until he left the elementary school.  His father moved them to a smaller house for financial reasons and Edward was afterward forced into an Anglophone secondary school, which was a problem because his English was very poor.  His father had forbidden him to so much as watch television in the language; if ever he was caught he was treated to a long and angry tirade on how much his father hated Anglos.  He picked up on it quickly enough, but it took years to get rid of his accent in English while maintaining it in French.  Any future languages he learned to speak were accented with French, but he didn’t speak them often and so was not bothered enough to do anything about it.

Edward, just as his father was, became angry and resentful of his life; most of this ire was taken out on his teachers, most of which did not know what to do with him.  He put the minimum effort into every class and spent a great deal of time in the library reading.  At first it was because he was trying to cram English into his brain; afterward it was due to genuine enjoyment.  He was particularly taken with the exploits of James Bond and decided he was going to become a spy, though he did not take any action in this direction.

His teenage years also saw the development of some bizarre habits he could not shake even though he honestly did want to.  This angered his father, but his discipline only somehow made it worse.  He did his best to suppress his newfound obsession with counting and prime numbers as counters to thoughts he’d never had before, which only became more pervasive in the future.  His frustration with himself for this confusing weakness was the foundation of an underlying anger he had no ways of dispelling.

Edward at fourteen was already quite tall, which spurred several older students at the school to pick fights with him.  He got enough of that at home and he already knew attempting to fight back would not be helpful, so he cast about for a solution.  He decided on finding some sport to play so he could have a whole team behind him in case of trouble, and entirely at random he decided on hockey. To his surprise he actually enjoyed it a lot and it was the only thing he put any hard effort into during his entire school career.  He kept his grades up just enough to stay on the team, went to all the practices and games and, while not a high scorer or even particularly good at skating, he was a valued member of the team as long as he didn’t talk too much.  More than once he was removed from games for unsportsmanlike conduct.

When he was sixteen he discovered computers, and from then on he abandoned the library whenever there was a computer science or engineering class he could sit in on. The teachers took very little notice of him and he shortly became quite proficient in programming at as high a level as the school had.  Around this time he also had to take a course on the career he planned on going into, and by then he had decided he was going to be the Executive Assistant Director of a division including cybercrime at the FBI.  The teacher of this course looked at his average and gave him a passing mark on the assignment just because she didn’t know what to do with him. He took something of an interest in physics, but it didn’t quite grab him as computer science had.  To everyone’s surprise he could do high-level math like nobody’s business, to the point where the only assignments he would complete were the final exams; unfortunately, he was beginning to see the combinations of numbers, letters, subscript and superscript as ‘messy’ and only showed his work if the number of steps could be contained to a prime number. He was consequently marked low even though he got all the answers right.  His inability to understand or even really to explain why his schoolwork looked so erratic only further contributed to his frustration and anger with himself, though he usually ascribed the blame to someone or something else.  He deflected consequences whenever possible.

His success on the hockey team continued until one particularly frustrating game featuring the opposition’s very lucky goalie saw him getting in a fight with a player who accidentally fell into him.  It proved too much for him to take and by the time he was pulled back, he had broken the other player’s nose.  He was immediately ejected and dropped from the team, and had to endure a ten-minute lecture in the locker room from the assistant coach that he was too confused and residually angry to listen to.  He honestly had no idea why he had become so upset and violent, and the only thing he could think of was something he wanted to forget.

He returned home and found himself washing the blood off his hands in a pattern he’d never had before, and for once he didn’t even try to stop himself.  When his father came home that night he yelled at Edward for leaving blood all over the place, and when Edward tried to defend himself his father broke his nose and pushed him down the stairs.  Edward did not even try to get up for a minute; the coincidence that had just occurred was almost too much for him to process.

“I do deserve it,” he whispered to himself.

“Of course you do,” his father told him.

His father went to bed and left Edward there on the floor, and after a few minutes he came to the conclusion that the only way he could change that was to leave.  HE might deserve it, but if he became someone else, well, THEY wouldn’t.

The only possession he really cared to keep was the Rubik’s cube he’d won all those years ago, which he kept buried in the backyard so his father could not find it.  He took the tips his father had brought home that night - about two hundred dollars - and left.

The only shelter he knew of did not want to allow him in - he had not done anything about his nose and he looked to have just come from a crime scene - and he was told that he could only stay the one night, since there were women and children there that would be intimidated by his size.  Someone put his nose back in place, sort of; he was left with a deviated septum that he never got properly repaired.  He didn’t sleep that night, instead casting about for some way to start over.  Where would he go, what would he do?  He was already in the city that most people came to to reinvent themselves; where better could there possibly be?  That was when it came to him: the United States! Everyone knew it was better there. He had no idea how he was going to get over the border and stay there, especially considering he had no passport, but that was his new plan.  But he was going to need money first.  And quickly, without the need for a fixed address.  The solution that came to mind was the casino and horse racing track. He was not quite old enough, but he was already well-acquainted with using makeup to hide the damage his father had done him; he would learn to use it to make himself look old enough nobody would ask him for ID.

In the morning he left the shelter and found a corner to set himself up on with a sign asking for help; he would never speak of it to anyone but he knew he needed all the advantage he could get right now, and having a severely bruised face was an easy way to get people to take pity on him, though he hated doing it with a passion and hoped every night that he would wake up in the morning with the bruising having faded enough he could cover it with makeup.  Once it had he set to studying the tables and the racetrack.  He allowed himself to win with abandon just long enough to save enough for a low-quality apartment.  It wasn’t what he’d always dreamed of, but he figured if he’d had that already he would have been too satisfied to push himself further.  And he had quite a ways to go.

In order to play the casino in the way he wanted – which was to say, to make the casino believe he was a high roller – he could not keep going in there dressed as he was.  He had to use some of the money to get himself a suit tailored, and at the last second he decided to have it made in green.  It would bring a lot of attention to him, that was true, but he wasn’t concerned about that just yet.  After much consideration he acquired several purple dress shirts and tastefully patterned ties, paid meticulous attention to his makeup and hair, and from then on he was barely given a second glance at the casino.

He figured out the best and easiest ways to rig as many games as possible, but he needed to be careful. If he were caught his entire scheme went out the window, and he needed to make this money as quickly as possible so he could get out of here.  He only allowed himself to win every third, fifth, or seventh game, after which he would start over again from three.  It was an extremely stressful and frustrating way to make a living, and when he returned to his apartment every day he cast about for some better solution than forcing himself to LOSE on PURPOSE for several hours every day.

Shortly after the opening of Casino Niagara, Edward decided it was time to try his luck down there. He’d been playing Woodbine long enough and the new casino wouldn’t have the best security in the opening few months. He could make a tidy profit without having to lose so often.  So he bought a Greyhound ticket and took the bus down to Niagara Falls.  He signed for an apartment and settled down to make his plans.  He also purchased a laptop so he could connect it to the burgeoning Internet and see if there was some profitable way to use the programming skills he had acquired so quickly in school.

Casino Niagara turned out to be just as lucrative for him as Woodbine had been, and it occurred to him he might be able to get a DIFFERENT type of experience here on the Canadian border: one-night stands with wealthy Americans he would never have to see again if anything went wrong.  Learning the ins and outs of these intimate encounters was a whole new kind of thrilling game for him, and while he didn’t master them instantaneously by any means he was not a slow learner.  He initially tended to target women because the odds of agreement from them were much better, though the one occasion he did attempt this on a man he came to the realisation almost too late that he would not be able to handle it, for reasons he would not know until years later.  He managed to extricate himself from this situation unscathed.  On top of becoming increasingly sexually proficient, these encounters made him quite a lot of money, as he would scour the hotel room of his target for valuables as long as they had mentioned this was to be their final night.  He never provided his own name, never divulged his own history, and under no circumstances did he ever agree to anything he did not want to do.  He oddly did not receive much resistance on the last point.  All in all, he considered his evenings a productive and entertaining use of his time.

During the day, Edward would spend all of his time in his apartment with the laptop, embedding himself into the expanding community of online cybercriminals. Using some of the early phishing methods he had available to him, he managed to dupe a lot of people out of their money.  It was not a massive sum in the beginning, but over the next several years he kept at it and it was a fairly profitable venture.  This, combined with his slowly growing earnings from the casino, was helping him to allot a considerable amount of savings.  When he wasn’t doing either of those things, he was either casting about for people he could convince to build or maintain websites for them or standing by one of the stone fences, looking across the Gorge to the barely-visible outline of Buffalo in the distance.  There was something better there, something bigger and more important, and he was going to find it.  About this time he also started to put together his general life plan: land the job at the FBI, find an intelligent and beautiful woman there to marry which he would have an intelligent and beautiful daughter with, and ensure his father would never be able to forget how wrong he had been.

#Edward Nygma #Riddler #so says Indy #headcanon post #IDK when the second half will be done #'Indy is Rids a player?' #yes yes he is

[hey-heichou-suz]

Open mic night/Valentine’s Day

Here this months mini fic for @ereri-writing-prompts, Dancing.   

I also tied it in with Valentine’s Day, so yeah...here you go. 

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Eren had been playing to an almost empty bar for the best part of an hour, he was strumming on the strings of his guitar, coming to the end of his session. He missed the familiar cheer from his friends, the usual embrace of hugs and smiles that always greeted him after a set. Everyone was out with their lovers tonight. After all, it was valentine’s day. Another pointless ‘holiday’ made so people would spend money in on pointless items, who wants flowers when their only point is to die?

The brunet knew how pathetic he was being, but for once, he refused to sit in his house and wallow in his self-pity. Instead, he opted to have a night out, spending the night playing his songs to strangers in his usual bar. All the regulars were gone, most likely with their partners in fancy hotels and restaurants. He sang the last note of the song before standing and taking a brief bow. He received a couple of claps, but nothing to be proud of.

He made his way over to the bar as the next person approached the dimly lit stage, he briefly heard them introduce themselves but not quite noticing the name. Eren found himself sitting right at the edge of the bar, not having to ask the bartender for his drink as he was passed it instantly.

“Wouldn’t expect to see you here tonight, Eren.” The well-dressed barman said.

“Another year, another Valentine’s day spent alone. I’m cursed.” He laughed as he raised his glass of whiskey.

“Cheers to that!” The man commented back, drinking his club soda.

“We’ll find someone someday, right, Marco?”

“We don’t need anyone Eren, we’re both good enough by ourselves.” Marco tried his hardest to lighten the mood.

“I just miss someone to cuddle y’know?” Eren spoke, sadness clear in his voice.

“Let me know if you need anything else, enjoy the show.” The freckled man nodded to where the performer was sat on the stage. A glint in his eyes and he left to serve the next customer, Eren sat with his face in his hands, sighing at himself.

His chocolate brown locks falling over his eyes, Eren felt himself chewing on his lip bar. A habit he had picked up ever since he’d gotten it a few years ago, he let his eyes wander to the stage. Looking at the performer, the stage had a completely different feel to it.

The lights a little dimmer, a piano now placed at the side of the stage. It looked odd in the current atmosphere, Eren had never known anyone to come to a pub and play a piano. This alone was enough to have him interested in the musician.  

Eren felt his heart rate elevate, the man had placed black gloves on his hands, then sat elegantly on the chair that was placed for him. He felt himself giggle a little when the raven on the stage had to adjust the seat so he could reach the pedals.

The mystery man began to play his song, hauntingly beautiful and slow. A second later the tune began to pick up speed, his fingers moving rapidly against the keys, the tone changing from major to minor. This man was skilled, Eren could only watch in absolute fascination.

The pianists piece coming to what Eren thought was a close, until he began to sing. The voice was beautiful, enticing and slightly gruff, surprisingly going along with the music like this song was made to be sung by this ebony haired god.

Eren felt his eyes close, relaxing into the song, wanting it to last forever. He’d be sure to ask the man if he had a demo, as he wanted to learn the words to the song, desperate to find out where it originated. The man stopped singing and the song was over too soon. Until, he began his next piece.

Although, this allowed Eren to open his eyes and look at the man on the stage. Onyx coloured hair, cut into a sharp undercut, some strands falling over his eyes. Sharp eyebrows, a small cute button nose...Eren caught something sparkling underneath the light, a silver septum piercing. He had a thick neck, a white cravat wrapped around it. A tight white shirt, showing off his muscles, sported with a red blazer and black suit trousers.

His outfit was simple, but Eren still found himself staring in nothing short of awe. He hadn’t even noticed the song coming to an end, after it did so he called over Marco in a desperate measure to get to know the man a little more.

His outfit was simple, elegant and very attractive on his small stature. Eren hadn’t noticed the last piece coming to an end, until the man took a bow and walked off the stage, receiving similar feedback that Eren had. Once he had gone, he watched people rush in to try and move the piano.

“Marco, another?” Eren called towards the bartender, getting his attention.

Marco made his way down with another whiskey, on the rocks. Since no one else was waiting at the bar to be served, Marco decided he would humour Eren.

“I know you didn’t just call me here for another drink Eren, I watched you down that last glass.” He chuckled at his comment.

“Who was that guy?!” Eren couldn’t help but burst out the question.

“His name is Levi, came from out of town. Had us lug his piano on to the stage, have you ever heard of something so ridiculous? That thing weighs and absolute tonne. I mean he is good, yeah, but what a waste on Valentine’s day. There’s no one here to appreciate the music.” Marco scoffed.

“I’d do whatever he asked of me, holy hell, that man is gorgeous. What a waste!” Eren let out a soft chuckle.

Marco hadn’t laughed, Eren looked up at the freckled boy and noticed his face had gone pale, he offered a soft smile.

“He’s behind me isn’t he?” Eren asked, grimacing slightly.

“Indeed, he is.” Levi spoke, his voice still gruff.

Eren turned around so he was now facing the man, just as he was about to open his mouth to apologise he watched in confusion as Levi pulled up a stool and sat beside him. He found himself muffling his laughter as the raven struggled to get perched on his seat comfortably.

He only watched in what could only be described as fascination, as the man in front of him ordered his drink. He wondered how someone could look this perfect without knowing it, or maybe he did know it and this was all a horrible trick. Something Jean had done to wind him up. He immediately became angry and defensive.

“So, did that horse faced prick set you up to this? You’re too beautiful to be even looking at me, let alone sitting beside me in some corner bar.” Eren huffed, accepting that this was indeed, a cruel trick.

Levi narrowed his eyes, “Set me up to what? Also, enough with the beautiful compliments, I’m a strong, handsome man...not beautiful.” Levi let out a low chuckle.

“You don’t know Jean?” Eren pushed it further, a hint on confusion on his voice.

“No, I don’t. To be quite honest I don’t give a crap who he is either. I’m only interested in you. Now stop being a brat and dance with me.” His voice was demanding, but in the most seductive of ways.

Eren blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden demand. He hadn’t even noticed the blonde who was now singing on the stage. He didn’t speak as he watched Levi down his drink, the next moment he was extending his hand out to Eren as he stood from the stool.

Eren happily took Levi’s hand, Marco giving them both a quick wink before heading back to serving his customers. Eren could feel the blush on his cheeks, knowing it was making its way to the tips of his ears too. He felt like he was dreaming, being in a local bar and having someone asking him for a dance seemed very odd to him. He allowed himself to be pulled from his seat and followed Levi to the middle of the floor.

Levi started by placing his hands on Eren’s shoulders, Eren felt Levi tugging at his hands and placing them on either side of his hips. At first the brunet was hesitant, not fully gripping onto the hips in front of him. Instead, much like a nervous teenager, he kept his touch light and wary. Levi was doing the opposite, he was feeling around Eren’s shoulders, pulling his hands together at the back of his nape.

Exploring every muscle, and Eren found himself relaxing into the touch. He put his head back, closing his eyes and felt the raven move closer to him. Their bodies were now flush against each other, Eren found himself becoming a little more confident, more curious, enticed by the beauty in front of him. His hands now touching Levi’s hips, he felt strong and firm.

Levi began swaying from side to side, Eren followed his footsteps awkwardly. He’d never been much of a dancer, he’d always felt it was a little stupid. Now, he could understand why people had enjoyed it, to be close to one another. The girl singing in the background had the voice of an angel, although she was singing about heartbreak, Eren found himself humming along at the chorus.

Eren leant his head against Levi’s soft ebony locks, his hands moving towards the back of Levi’s back, his body felt hard and strong. They stayed like that, swaying to the song, the pair looking like an old couple in the middle of the pub.

The first song by the blonde was over too soon, but neither of the pair moved. Instead they just stopped their movements temporarily, both letting out a sigh of relief when the singer started again. This time singing something more upbeat and happier.

After a moment of staring into each other’s eyes, bright emerald glaring into midnight silver. Levi took the lead, one hand placed on Eren’s hipbone and the other on his shoulder. He helped Eren find a comfortable pace of dancing, without them standing on each other’s feet. The pair giggled in glee, until they heard the last note being played.

Eren found himself being pulled down, so he was now underneath Levi, a strong arm supporting his back and the next minute he felt warm hot lips on his. Within seconds, he opened his mouth allowing the alluring man entry, their tongues dancing with each other, just as they were before.

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#ereri #riren #ereriwritingprompt2 #dancing #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #I've never written about dancing before #so sorry if it sucked #Might continue if I need a smut outlet #:')