#if anyone knows of any really good box hair dyes let me know

[slashpaws]

my hair went back to rainbow after One Wash .

#WHICH IS FINE i like the rainbow look better i'm just surprised #manic panic and göt2b i'm putting y'all on blast /j #i'm a splat guy furever o7 #and this one brand i found at jcpenny that i never remember the name of #i THINK it's called brite ??? #this is a sponsored post /JJJ #if anyone knows of any really good box hair dyes let me know #splat and brite are my go-to's #talking.txt

[ritzy-reminiscence]

Slamdunk headcanons plss

─🏀─ Slam Dunk : Secret Santa !

⸝⸝ tl;dr : features the starting five, kogure, as well as haruko + ayako ; and what they'll put down in their wishlists for secret santa !

⸝⸝ note : hii, anon ! i'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you enjoy it either way :DD might as well do a little something-something for the holiday season <33

Hanamichi Sakuragi 🌸

he'll accept anything, to be honest !

maybe some cool shoes ? some funky shirts ? a box of red hair dye ? he'll cherish them all !!

or maybe just plain money, he's not picky ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

if anything, though, i feel like he'd prefer a hangout as a gift rather than material items, ykwim ? i'm talking trips to the amusement park with his friends, window-shopping through shops that he'll never be able to afford (SOBS) point is, he'd rather spend quality time with his friends rather than wish for material things <33

he'd probably bullshit his wishlist though, like he'll write down a whole recipe like "Let's prepare the ingredients you need for honey chicken .. !! :DD"

Ryota Miyagi ⚡

ayako

no but he'd actually write her name down as a joke ... but is it really a joke ...

honestly this is a tough one, but just like Sakuragi I think he'll accept anything as long as the thought's in it :DD

i feel like he'd like some candy, though ?? specifically sour candy, as sour as he can handle !! or just plain food stuff in general ! nothing like receiving food for xmas amirite or amirite

like sakuragi he'll also bullshit his wishlist like "Congratulations Ma'am/Sir, you've won a BRAND NEW IPHONE !! Text ur COMPLETE NAME / AGE / ADDRESS / # / CREDIT CARD INFO to claim !! Congratulations !!!! :O :O :O"

Kaede Rukawa 💤

cats. that's it. that's all you need to know.

cat plushies, cat notebooks, cat pens, cat toys, actual cats, big cats, small cats, he'll take them all

and you know what ... throw in a neck pillow for him as well . he needs his sleep yk, don't wanna wake up to a stiff neck in the middle of bball practice

AND !! new earphones, in case the one he's using breaks down and you know he needs his music to function (and also to block out a certain redhead when he gets too noisy....)

Hisashi Mitsui 🦷

polident denture adhesive

also a hard one to think for, actually ! but i think he'd like some basketball magazines, maybe even sportswear ! some good ol' posters of his favorite bball players would be nice too .

he would also appreciate a kneepad, in red and black just like the one he currently uses ! AND he'll fold if you give him shoes, trust me i was there to witness it

OH !! and comics ; i feel like he'd like comics aa

Kiminobu Kogure 👓

my first thought ? books ! any type, he doesn't mind, but he does have a preference for historic novels, and thrillers/mysteries are always really fun to get

my second thought ? those miniature dollhouse sets that you can build ! either that, or lego !! i headcanon him as someone who really likes to build those sets so :DD

also would like cardigans or sweaters, turtlenecks specifically ! he gotta stay warm for the cold winter season !!

Takenori Akagi 🦍

oo boy ,, yet another tough one ! but just like mitsui i think he'll appreciate basketball magazines and merch ,, and maybe gym equipment ? doesn't even need to be branded or expensive, as long as it helps him work out

OOH and books too ! much like kogure he likes books too, and for him any will do !! (and don't tell anyone this but he'd kill for a nice romance book shh)

Haruko + Ayako

haruko strikes me as someone who likes to scrapbook, if that even makes sense ?? like, she likes to cut and paste stuff she thinks is interesting and put them in a notebook dedicated to such things, and even write little annotations on the sides !

and because of that i think she'll like brush pens and pastel-colored highlighters !! she'd love some stickers too, and prints that she can rip up and arrange in her own special way ; shes so cute ilhsm

AND AYAKO !! ayako .. gives it girl energy. And because of that I think that she'll put clothes in her wishlist ! bell bottoms, flare pants, crop tops, tank tops, the list goes on. She'd love some shiny hair pins too ! magpie ayako supremacy !!

ALSO remember the caligraphy she wrote after shohoku lost to kainan ?? because of that i think she'd also like some good quality brushes and inks to write with :DD

#slam dunk #slam dunk anime #slam dunk headcanons #sakuragi hanamichi headcanons #ryota miyagi headcanons #rukawa kaede headcanons #kiminobu kogure headcanons #takenori akagi headcanons #haruko akagi headcanons #ayako slam dunk headcanons #i lvoe them all so much its not even funny #anw happy holidays guys :DD #also does anyone know what ayako's last name is ?? i dont think weve seen her mention her last name like .. EVER TOT #୨୧ solari writes ! ₊˚

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hello, hi!! I saw your match ups were open, which is really cool!! I was hoping for a maze runner match up?

You can call me Mylo or Comet and I’m transmasc, my pronouns are they/he! I’m 16, ~5’10, and I have long (I want to cut it!!) brown sorta curly hair! I’m bi but have a preference for masculine presenting people!

Some things about me are that I really want to dye my hair different colors, probably purple as the first color but the only colors I don’t want are yellow blond or orange! I really really love art, all kinds but I’m best at digital, pencil, water color, and sometimes animating. Funny enough I do kinda suck at painting (I’m working to get better)! I really love my family and I have 3 brothers, two younger and one older! I have a really big age gap with my younger brothers so I take care of them a lot, and I’m kinda good with kids because of it. I love my mom so much and I’m really close with her! I love listening to music, I write poetry sometimes, I suck at sports so much, I make jewelry for my friends and me, I love swimming and tubing and being around boats and docks, I really annoy connecting with people and having meaningful deep conversations, I used to love reading so I’m trying to get back into that, I enjoy baking too and sometimes going on hikes.

When I first meet someone I can be a little shy or reserved but I come out of my shell quickly if I’m comfortable. I care really deeply about my friends and I think they would describe me as someone who always tries to help out or doesn’t know how to relax sometimes, I can be pretty stubborn, I have anger issues but I’m working on them and I’ve never dealt with them full force at anyone, I’m protective of the people I care about but if they don’t need me I trust them to take care of themselves. I can get excited really easily and I’m positive when around other people, but if I get stuck in my head when I’m alone I can get into a pretty bad headspace. I always try to make people laugh and let them know I care about them (usually I don’t say anything out loud) by spending time with them, or getting them something.

Some random silly fun facts

I verbally stim so sometimes I’ll just repeat what someone says or something that gets stuck in my head

I’ve broken 2 bones. My arm when I was about 9 and a couple years later my pinkie. I’ve also broken my nose by running full speed into a pole (long and embarrassing story)

I was really clumsy as a kid and still kinda are as per my last fun fact

I love sweaters and I get cold super easily

I have a lot of moles and I have a couple on one part of my arm that looks like a constellation

I have this joke with flamingos that my friends and family know about so I have a ton of flamingo stuff lol

I love stuffed animals and blankets

I really enjoy writing and English class

I HATE being bored

I wear glasses and a high prescription I am very blind

And yeahhhh that’s uh a lot of stuff about me :) I hope that was enough and I wish you a lovely lovely day!!

hey, so sorry, i completely forgot about this for so long! i never got around to finishing it and i won't either, i think, but i do hope you can enjoy the first third of what was supposed to be a full love story

I ship you with...

Newt!!!

When you come up the box, there's already many other boys living their life as best as they can in the glade. You don't have to go through any of what Minho or Newt went through, you just have to deal with the fact that all you can remember about yourself is your name and that you'll be stuck for an undefined amount of time in this hellhole of a place, which, you know, is already bad enough. So you're understandably freaked out for the first few days and even quieter than you usually are. Out of all the boys, Newt is the one who helps you out of that state of mind the most.

You spend most of day one to three in the Med Jack's hut because you hit your head pretty badly in the box, but Newt shows you around and explains everything, slowly and delibaretly, and he even makes you smile once or twice. It's where your friendship begins.

You start helping out Frypan in the kitchen on your fourth day there because Alby thinks working will help you manage your situation better. And truly, you do a good job. You find out you enjoy baking, then you find out you're actually really good at it too, and from then on Frypan puts you on bread duty. You help him chop and cube and stir as well, of course, but mostly Frypan lets you bake to your heart's content.

Newt visits you from time to time. He comes in with a smile and waits for you to dust off your hands and nods at Frypan to let you go for five minutes, to check on you and how you're handling your new home. It's a lot to take in, after all. But you're getting better, you're doing better with Frypan around and the work you're doing, with all the people you're getting to know and the distractions.

Maybe a week and a half in, you're starting to settle. It's all beginning to come together as a routine. But then you drop your knife, try to pick it up and slice across your hand and somehow, your temper gets the better of you. Frypan can't calm you down and before he can go and get Alby (who he's not that sure could calm you down either), Newt appears in the doorway and rushes to your side and from then on, whenever you're struggling with your anger, he's the one you go to.

He keeps visiting you regularly (even when he shouldn't) and after a while, he starts bringing you flowers.

just imagine a happy ever after! 😂😂

#match ups

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Sailor Moon."

Chapter 7

Summary:

Alan Humphries is a man who has it all together - until a diagnosis of leukemia leaves him adrift, alone, and afraid.

In this chapter, Eric goes out. Rox comes into the picture. Alan has a friend. And the past is a hard thing to outlive.

Notes:

Thanks to my betas and all who give me feedback, in whatever way. :)

Chapter Text

Rox's night was good. The private dancehall was nicely full, and business was brisk. Ze was bored, doing the more predictable work. Ass antlers and nose rings paid the rent so ze wasn't going to bitch, plus the club bouncers threw the drunks out for zir. It was nice, though, when a client wanted something a bit more original and personal. Zir latest client went off with a two-hearts tattoo on the bicep that would no doubt need to be reinked with thought to the drawbacks of someone else's name permanently etched upon your body. The dance floor was full, and the bar packed three deep with people dancing and drinking as if their lives depended on it.

"Media vita in morte sumus." In the midst of life, we are in death. Now, who was here that would let zir play?

Tool Box was what Rox called 'panqueer.' All genders, all expressions, all flavors, and all colors - and Rox loved a good assortment. Ze moved out onto the floor, feeling tres bonne femme tonight - a good dye job had brightened zir hair to an arterial red, plus a splurge at MAC would make anyone feel so very New York. A new underbust corset from Vollers in a tartan ze had no right to wear any longer nipped in zir waist, accentuating zir hips and modest bust.

Ah. There he was.

Hello, you pretty man. Don't you look just as tasty as one of your own cakes.

When you did significant work on someone, you came to know a great deal about them. Simple things like a tattoo or branding design, where they wanted their piercings and which ornaments they chose could tell you so much. Eric Slingby's first design was a biohazard trefoil covering his upper pectoral and the hollow of his shoulder, a red positive sign nested in the center like the hourglass on a black widow spider. Red roses cradled a skull, scythe, and old-fashioned pocket watch, covering his right arm from shoulder to elbow - the hands of the watch rested at a minute to midnight. A work-in-progress of a magpie about to take flight and red roses adorned his left shoulder.

Rox had done all of them to Eric's specifications, and ze looked at them critically now. He really needed to come to the studio - the lighting was better for the whitework. Announcing zir presence was as simple as hooking zir fingers in his belt and pulling him in. What that man did to a pair of low-slung jeans and a black tank top was more pornographic than a gangbang.

"Rox. Baby, you are fucking up my gaydar all over the place tonight."

His voice was low and sweet, and it charged zir up. It was good to be appreciated. Rox pulled him in for a grind. "There's so much you don't know, sweet baby boy."

This time he didn't pull back or shy off, and he was the tamest thing when ze took the lead with him. The DJ did them justice, playing every low, dirty, grinding tune in the archives - and even spun The Cult's 'Sweet Soul Sister' into a fifteen minute jam that had the hookups flying fast and furious.

"Get in my chair, you pretty man. I want to ink you goooood." Yes, you did learn things about a person, like how they saw themselves when you worked on them. You learned things they didn't even know lived in their head and heart. "How did the feathers heal?"

Ze was meticulous when working on positives. They sometimes had problems with healing, and could be prone to opportunistic infections. However, Rox did zir best never to turn anyone away. What was silly and trivial to one was a matter of heart and soul to another. That lesson still lay smoking on zir own soul, raw and blackened even now.

"They did really well." Eric showed zir as they walked to zir setup. "About the whitework-"

"I want to do that in my shop, the lighting's better than in this hellhole." It was lovely, actually. Sadism and theater were not incompatible with making a living. "I need to add some to those lovely red roses, too. A little reminder of purity against the flagrante delicto of red. Come on, shirt off."

"Why? Did you want to do some more work on the pectoral?" He obediently peeled it off.

"No, I just like looking at you without your shirt on." Rox pointed to the chair. "Park it right there. Have you decided on the thorns or not?"

"I don't know. I really don't want to go into overkill, but I think that they're kind of fitting." Eric fit his large frame into the chair. "We can try a few on the right, though."

It was a basic tenet that reincarnates had no memories of their previous existence, they carried only the ghosts of memory in their deepest subconscious. Rox repeated this in zir own head and held fast to the belief.

"Small ones. Sometimes a little prick causes more damage than a knife in the guts."

"Or a whole bunch in the back. Sounds like experience, Rox." Eric's smile was as bitter as zir heart. "Been there."

"I know. I read the article in Alt.Queer magazine." Eric stiffened, eyes going hard as ze continued. "You were a side column in Rolling Stone for the federal corruption trial, but AQ was the only coverage of the assault trial. I know more about you than you do about me. I thought it was fair to tell you."

Rox took a calculated risk, telling Eric what ze knew about his past. That Buckland bastard gave him a mortal disease, then he and those other bastards broke him. It was too bad that Rox couldn't tell Eric how Buckland died. It was some of zir finest work - a magnum opus in red.

"Why?" The word came out tightly, and all of Eric's muscles were cranked for fight or flight.

"I read it before I met you, honestly." Truth. The magazine had been left in the shop by a client. "A customer wanted a tattoo based on the cover story from the Body Art Expo."

The trapezius muscles eased visibly, though Eric remained silent and watchful.

"If you want to get up and walk away, I will understand." They found him on the Golden Gate, barefoot and shirtless in February with a bottle of whiskey. Despite the years passed since then, Rox had the feeling that Eric was still a man with his toes out over the edge. "I mean you no harm, and maybe I should have told you when you first landed in my chair, but I didn't."

It was tense as Eric thought it through, looking zir over as if trying to see zir soul. "You knew and didn't say anything."

"I thought that after something like that you might want some... privacy."

Eric's smile was humorless and his eyes as empty as a pair of glass buttons. "Try dignity."

The wound was reopened, and grimly Rox set zirself to drain it. "You have that. They broke you because you were young and foolish, but you survived. Never, ever think that survival is less than a victory."

And how well had ze learned that one? Another lesson still smoking on zir soul.

Eric reached out and cradled zir face, wiping a tear away with his thumb. Shit. Ze hadn't even felt it.

"Sometimes my soul leaks." Even a sadist felt pain, and sometimes even the masochist railed at the injustice of it. "I should pack it up for the night. Unless you want to do that whitework."

"At your place."

"At my place. Nothing you don't want. But at the same time - nothing I don't want."

The way he'd touched zir, the way he moved when they were tearing up the dance floor made Rox's blood race, but at the same time he went where ze led him. This might be a massive overstep, but boldness was ever a friend and should favor zir now.

He helped to pack up, loading the stuff into the Zipcar van - and did not resist when ze pushed him up against the rear doors and kissed him hard. It was good to kiss a man as tall as ze was in heels. Oh, yes - lips and teeth and tongues. But why oh why was the passionate swain not busting the buttons of his fly? Inquiring minds wanted to know.

"Rox. You're screwing up my gaydar bigtime."

His fingers brushed the tops of zir bosoms and ze had to smile.

"Shh. Rox has a secret." Taking Eric's wrist, ze guided his hand under zir crinoline skirt and my, that opened his eyes. "I told you - there's so much you don't know."

The part of zirself that ze could not be rid of nonetheless gave pleasure, and at other times ze had rather enjoyed playing the man. A lifetime ago, Rox thought it a curse of zir origin that no surgery, nor even a demon's magic could alter zir gender to the one she then desired. In later decades, hormones could stop a beard, change a voice, and give the cutest little champagne-saucer sized tits, but that part remained. Eric, it seemed, did not mind - and he gave it a stroke that made zir purr.

"Now. Why, my pretty man, are you not busting your buttons for me? Hm?" One by one, Rox popped them free - and for a moment he almost seemed about to stop zir. "Shh. Let me play."

As if anyone was going to notice in this part of the Village. He wore black boxer-briefs, silky to the touch, and ze slipped a finger in... Oh. My.

"I put it on lockdown." Eric was redcheeked and Rox laughed in delight. "It got rowdy."

There was a 'Gates of Hell' in silicone keeping Eric's rowdy prick constrained. Rox's finger trespassed more deeply into Eric's underclothes. They were going to have such fun!

It was the first time Eric had been to Sharps - zir own studio and home in one. A huge, floor-spanning loft off Canal Street filled both needs. The Victorian-era former warehouse was redolent with the ghosts of baled tobacco and rum. The ancient floors and elaborate white plaster Corinthian columns set off red walls and faintly sinister modern furniture all in black. Theater and sadism went together like vanilla ice cream and hot fudge sauce.

"Put the chair there, pretty man, and follow me. I want the best light for the whitework." Ze rigged the natural-light lamps and arranged the instrument trays next to zir custom tattooing chair. "And the shirt can come off, too."

Alone, he was uneasy and off his game so ze simply assumed the role of Senior. Senior says and junior does, so ze simply bossed him as if ze'd never done anything different. Truthfully, Rox laid the groundwork for this from the first visit. With the needle-tipped quill in hand, Rox was authx and actrx and artisan - Eric was the work in progress, and Rox loved zir work.

"Now this is my favorite object in the whole house." Rox patted the red vinyl padding. "So many uses - tattooing, piercing, branding, bondage..." Ze smiled toothily. "I have a peg for every hole, my sweet, and one for most days of the month besides. If I'd known you'd follow me home tonight, I'd have a selection of goodies picked out for you."

Eric was not, however, staring at the chair. He was staring at one of Rox's favorites from zir own Incubus Unleashed collection - the large tentacle-formed item called 'The Rear Ender.'

"Rox? You have not only managed to confuse my gaydar and mess with my head, but also to scare the living hell out of my ass."

"Oh, pretty man - that's not for you! That's like playing Carnegie Hall - you're not going to make it unless you practice, practice, practice." Scooping up the piece, Rox put it back in the toy cabinet. "Now this... or this... maybe this..." Abstract or artistic representations were his apparent favorites, and Eric's glance lingered on one in particular. So - not really a size queen, and he actually knew where his own prostate was located. "Are you out of practice?"

Oh, the blush rolled almost to his shoulders. "Fairly out of practice."

"Mm." Taking the shirt from him, Rox hung it and configured the chair. "Here, let me make you comfortable."

Barechested in the chair, he made a very engaging exhibit. Restraints would not be a good idea at this point, so Rox began to set up the whitework materials. "Now, your magpie, I like the way the feathers came out, but I want to highlight the black with a little more white and sharpen the definition in the white feathers."

"And you mentioned something about the roses?"

The studio was a much more conducive atmosphere to in-depth discussion, and Rox was very pleased at the ideas Eric produced. He accepted the suggestion of being inked with Media vita in morte sumus, but was not sure where to put it - inking it in white around the black biohazard trefoil was one idea. And all during this time, ze touched him on the arm, the shoulder, the knee, the thigh. Jumpy at first, his reaction told Rox so much - Eric hadn't. Not with anyone. Not for a long time. The tension and desire almost made him quiver.

The touch of the needle on his skin was as sweet as kissing him. Rox made small thorn after small thorn, depicting them as hooked into Eric's flesh, the redness around the punctures more suggestive of torment than dripping blood and gaping wounds. Eric seemed to surf the sensation, his skin lightly flushed, respiration quick and light. When Rox nudged his basket with zir fingers he gave the most delicious moan. Ze just had to take it right from his lips and swallow it down.

"Be still. Behave." Rox admonished breathlessly. The boy could talk you into anything without saying a word, kissing like that. Popping the buttons on his fly and Rox slipped a hand inside the boxer briefs, teasing out the locked-down goodies in the black silicone cage. "My, my. Such a pretty toy."

The cage was very well made, and not your average cheap sex shop model. It was meant to restrain and prevent a rowdy prick from erecting as well as holding back the foreskin for the obvious reason - it made a lovely display. Rox picked up an Exacto knife from the instrument tray and smiled as the pretty thing twitched.

"Hold still for Rox, darling."

"Fuck." Eric breathed the word out but held still.

In this, Eric's prick spoke for him, a clear bead of fluid forming at the tip. Oh, ze had read him correctly. Rox cut the bands of silicone away with a nonchalant expertise, and then cut the anchoring ring from around Eric's balls. Freed, he was most impressive - thick-shafted and uncut, the glans as rosy as his flushed skin. Rox cupped his balls in zir hand, then pressed behind them with a knuckle.

"All nice and primed for me, hm?" Ze smacked the head of his prick against his belly. "Are you going to behave, or do I need to make my own arrangements?"

Theater. Rox waved the 'arrangements' at him - the stretchy red silicone ties in varying thicknesses and lengths. In short order his jeans and drawers were down around his boots - with a token tussle and some trash talk - and the ties held him very securely.

Very safely.

Rox could see the tension bleeding out of Eric, as hard as he fought to hold onto it. The poor boy. The poor wary darling. It was a lovely work, though. Eric's arms were secured and supported behind him, a thick band of red silicone held his hips still, while two others held his nicely muscled thighs apart.

"So pretty, and such a filthy mouth." If Rox's touches were proprietary, it might not be entirely theater. "You need seeing to."

Sauntering away, Rox took satisfaction in the lustfulness of Eric's gaze as ze undressed. Baring zir body had bothered Rox a lifetime ago, but coming to terms with and embracing queerness had made Rox proud of zir physique. Swinging a scythe did things to set off a pair of tits that no bra or corset-maker could equal. .

Ze dressed in flowing scarlet silk - a bias-cut sleeveless robe and nothing under it, with zir hair up in a snood. Slowly, Rox walked around the presentation, allowing Eric to look more fully.

"Pretty man, look at you." Rox walked to the cabinet and opened it, making selections from the array of toys - with special provisions for fluids. Ze kept buckets of detergent and bleach for a pre-autoclave soaking - they worked just as handily for penetration toys. "You're starving for it."

A couple of the selections made his eyes go a little wide behind the purple titanium frames, but he made no objection.

"Now, here are the Rules of Rox. When you want to pause, you shake the rattler. When you want to stop, you drop it. When I tell you to shake it or drop it, you do so or I will stop and make sure you're okay."

"Okay."

Rox placed the rattler in his dominant hand, made him shake it, and then smiled as ze took out a box of black nitrile gloves. "Now, pretty man, I am going to milk that prick of yours until you haven't a drip left to give."

The gloves went on with a snap, and an unfeigned fiendish grin; the expression of ohyes!ohno! on Eric's face was priceless. The other considerations that were inhibiting Eric simply became part of the performance. Rox had not built zir reputation by being careless or cavalier in any role, and Eric had experienced zir needles. To begin with, ze completely ignored his cock. Rox preferred to find out what other spots rang his chimes. There were fond memories of a lover who would come hard from having the backs of his knees sucked, so it paid to never rule anything out.

The lower back was a given - how many people had ass antlers there? Neck and nipples. Ears - also a given because of the piercings. Ass - naturally. Eric's sides were ticklish. Scratching his shoulders made his hips buck. And the unexpected - massaging his feet with particular attention to the heel made him moan.

Finally, Rox sat between his spread thighs, with a smug smile for the straining flesh of his prick, and opened a packet of Surgilube.

"You're killing me, Red." His voice was a low, warm murmur; almost slurred from the endorphins and hormones.

The pain that nickname gave zir was sweetness and agony all at once, because he couldn't possibly remember.

"Pretty man." Rox kissed his thigh, picking up a ribbon of silicone. "We haven't even started."

How Eric cussed like a deckhand when ze tied his balls down and apart, then beribboned the base of his cock. Then, to be fair, ze had to do the same for zirself. Eric had zir at a lovely cusp of desire, torn between simply fucking him silly and wringing him of every bit of tears, sweat, and come that he had to give. It was pure art when he fought his bonds, fountained foul language and curses, kissed Rox as if ze was his lifeline and the embodiment of angelic mercy. He felt safe enough to let loose and it was Rox's privilege to work him over.

The only balk was at the silicone sounds and urethral plug, and Rox demonstrated them on zir own equipment. "Surgical lubricant. Nothing else - it has to be sterile and water-based. Now this is a small diameter rippled sound-"

Playing with his prick was almost as much fun as playing 'how many toys can go into and come out of Eric's ass tonight?' But the best was denying him orgasm for hours until he was delirious and incoherent, burning up with the need for more than getting his shot off.

Rox regloved. "Come on, pretty Eric. You've been such a good boy-"

"Rox, goddamnit, stop being evil and fucking fuck me or I'm going to just up and fucking die on the damn table-"

Oh, so pretty. Foul-mouthed, hot-eyed, with the muscles of his ass, thighs, and abdomen flexing as his body tried to come.

"Nobody in the history of the world has died from not ejaculating." Rox smacked his ass. "Spread it, boy."

When ze had been Red, ze had often asserted that Eric's sexual orientation was 'Yes' and he did not disappoint now.

"You think you need to fuck here." Rox touched his temple. "Because you're so primed and ready here." Ze trailed a sharp-edged fingernail down his rosy-headed prick, then between his buttocks. "And especially here."

The toy Rox pressed into him was not the largest, but given that Rox was now very familiar with Eric's intimate anatomy, it was perfectly positioned for maximum stimulation. He writhed so prettily when ze loosened the bonds on his hips, breath hitching as he took the knob-shaped plug into himself and squeezed - only to almost levitate off the table when Rox twisted the bullet vibrator within to life.

Nitrile gloves and a condom were not what ze wanted to give him. Rox wanted to give him flesh and sweat, semen and blood. Ze hadn't killed Gary Buckland slowly enough for what he'd taken from Eric. Instead Rox stripped off the glove, swung astride him, then wrapped zir hand around both of them, pressing prick to prick and stroking them together.

"Rox-ahAHFUCK!" Eric's eyes went wide, arms twisting in his bonds even as he thrust into zir grip. "I- you-"

"Shh, sweetheart. No exchange." Rox's breath hitched hard in zir chest; he was as smooth as peachskin and hard as granite. "Trust Rox, baby. I'll take good care of you."

"Fuck goddamnit Rox if you're yeah going to make me come this hard then you can nf fucking kiss me-"

No need to tell zir twice. Kissing was great. Coming was awesome. Kissing and jerking off with someone else's needy prick was zir new favorite flavor. Rox liked zir bits just fine.

"I still want you to fuck me, Rox-" Eric smiled like an angel, and ze could feel the pulse at the base of his prick pressing against zir and no way to stop and didn't want to-

"B-b-brat! AH!" Rox arched and shuddered, barely in time with a cloth to catch their mess, shouting as incoherently as the man under zir.

After, once Rox freed his arms, he was sweet and nuzzly - and somewhat freaked. Considering it was his first sexual contact aside from his hand in years it was understandable. Eric felt himself a leper, mutilated, diseased - for him the idea of possibly infecting anyone was a horror. That had kept him in fear of a part of himself - sexuality, intimacy and the trust needed for both - that Gary Buckland had blighted. To give Eric some of that back was very satisfying indeed.

Rox cleaned him up and tucked him into bed fuck-drunk and softly dazed, waiting until he was asleep in the red satin to go clean up. The disposables, toys, and equipment were autoclaved separately with the toys going back in the cabinet, the equipment into sealed trays, and the trash into a medical waste container. The buckets took a solution of boiling water, soap flakes, and bleach to sit and cool overnight.

But all this busy-ness, fucking, and cleaning could give one the hungries. As Rox stepped into the kitchen, ze eyed a pigeon feather falling slowly to the window ledge.

So.

Just to be sure, Rox looked in on Eric - taking his glasses off and putting them on the night-table.

When dealing with Reapers, or even suspecting their presence, Rox took few chances and always watched zir back. The life of an outlier and rogue was precarious, and ze had made plenty of enemies in a little over two centuries. To a mortal-fleshed reincarnate, such an encounter would be quick and final - and fatal. This soul, Eric's soul, would be going with Rox when the the time came. Rox's books showed a heavy balance owed, and bringing a lost Reaper's soul home would go a long way to paying it off.

Ze simply slipped into bed next to Eric and spooned around him. This time he was frail and mortal. This time Rox would protect him. And when the next time came, maybe ze wouldn't screw it up so badly. The last thing Rox remembered before falling asleep was wondering if Ronnie and Alan were somewhere out there, too.

~

Sunday morning, Alan awoke and lay in bed. His coffee maker (Amazon was proving dangerous to his American Express card) kicked on, and the scent of the Pearl Street Joe blend began to waft through the apartment. Saturday had been spent holed up and thumbing his nose at the Filgrastim, taking hydrocodone-induced naps, eating, and urinating very, very gingerly.

Andrea called when he was working on his post-breakfast-at-noon cup of coffee and recommended phenaholycraphowdoyoupronounceitadine and Alan asked what it did.

"It anesthetizes your urinary tract including your urethra, but it makes your urine orange. Still, after a Foley catheter you might need it. Annabella Rose, you knock that off right this second!"

"Doggies, Mama!" Piped a little voice.

He really should not have looked up 'Foley catheter' on Google. That was a really stupid thing to do. "What did they to my... stuff?"

"Alan, I'm a nurse, you do not have to use delicate euphemisms like 'my stuff' for referring to your genitals. No doggies Annabella - all muddy. Dirty. Ick."

"Shh!"

"I don't believe it. Did you just 'shh' me?"

"Doggies wanna cookie."

"I Googled 'Foley catheter.'" His stomach did a slow flip and his stuff tried to hide up inside of him.

"Possibly not the smartest thing you could have done to yourself. There are times when you need to leave Google alone. Ma! Come get Annabella! No more cookies, you."

"How old is she?"

"Three. I love my kids, but three makes two look like general anesthesia. No Anna don't open-!"

There was a sound as if a crowd of demented tap-dancers had invaded the house. The doggies.

"What kind of dogs?" He was trying not to laugh.

"Chocolate Labradors. Three of them." Andrea took a very deep breath. "Ma?"

There was a brief conversation in Italian and the sound of the door opening and shutting again - followed by sudden quiet and birdsong. "Gimme a second."

"Okay."

There was the sound of keys, and going down a set of stairs. Then there was the sound of a car door opening, closing.

"The quietest room in the house." Andrea sighed in relief. "My minivan."

"Oh, my God. You are such a mom." Alan laughed.

"Don't laugh! It has to hold me, Carmine, the Nonnis, the kids, three dogs, one walker, Tito's soccer stuff, Annabella's stroller, and commute bags. It's got heated leather seats, cup holders, lots of room, and I even have a dvd player with a 17-inch screen." Andrea had a bit of swagger over her minivan and it made him smile. "Rainy weekends just do it to me - the kids are really active and you can only pacify them with Disney for so long. Now."

"You should be enjoying your weekend. I'm fine." He added, "The cheesecake was the best."

"Junior's. Carmine and I do date nights there. And you were not fine last I saw you."

"But I'm fine now." Alan reasoned. "I'm home, I feel pretty good, and UPS delivered my new slippers while I was out."

"Alan. You had a serious pain episode. You were in shock and a full ten on the Pain Assessment Scale." Andrea paused. "Could I ask who you were talking to?"

"Huh?" Alan frowned. "When?"

"You were looking past me, and I thought you were talking to Dr. Chowdree but he was in the room, not in the doorway. I turned to look, but there was nobody there."

"He must have got out fast. I think it was just a passerby. A younger guy in a black suit." There had been something odd about him, though. Hadn't there? "Not a doctor or anything."

Andrea was quiet for a long time. "You know. Sometimes pain makes your brain do funny things, or your brain does strange things when you're in pain."

"That sounded like it comes from experience."

"I was in a car accident when I was little. It was a wreck and I was hurt very badly."

"Did you see a man in a black suit?" Alan felt his skin break out in goosebumps.

"Yeah." Alan could hear the shiver. "And it made no sense for him to be where he was."

"I think that maybe it's a coincidence. You're right that the mind does weird things." Alan took a long drink of his coffee. "I mean, hurt - right? In shock. Scared."

"Did yours say anything, Alan?"

For a moment he thought of denying it. "He said 'Shh. You're not supposed to see me.' and then I... I guess the morphine hit."

"Alan, mine said the same thing - and when I woke up again, I'd been in the hospital for two weeks."

Alan could hear the rain start, the both of them were so quiet. "Some kind of psychopomp imprint. Afraid and in pain, maybe our ancient brains thought we were dying and our higher brains provided us with a psychopomp - an authority figure in a suit - to take us to whatever-after."

"But wouldn't it be something more traditional? I mean, I was raised as a Catholic-"

"And I was raised as an Evangelical Lutheran - a pastor's kid, no less. I don't think it has any bearing, otherwise we would have seen... I don't know." Alan got up and went to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door and looking for the potato salad. "I mean, in psychological terms a person in pain or perceiving themselves as near death is in an altered state of consciousness, right?"

"Well, yes. The biochemical process of traumatic shock even when not followed by death causes a massive release of hormones and other substances within the body depending on the originating event." Andrea knew her stuff the way Alan knew his stuff, and he shut up to absorb it. "Hallucinations - olfactory, auditory, visual - are not unusual in the presence of severe pain. I remember some migraine and cluster headache patients would report someone being in the room with them - talking, standing just behind them or out of view, sometimes even touching them. I started nursing in an ER environment before I became interested in oncology."

As she talked, the tension went out of her voice and out of Alan's shoulders and he chuckled softly. "Look at us. We scared ourselves."

"Oh, you're right! We really did!" Andrea laughed. "I'd been carrying that around for a long time."

"Well, it's a big thing to carry around. You were a little kid. Was it a very bad accident?" Alan dug into the potato salad - it had a little grated something in it, something Dijonny, and some mix of herbs he couldn't identify.

"Yeah. An eighteen wheeler jumped the median. My dad and brother were killed, but my mother and I were in the back seat and literally blown out of the liftgate still buckled in."

"I'm so sorry." Alan was horrified that he'd even asked.

"People tell me that things happen for a reason. I never saw a reason for that."

"Sometimes, you know, I think that if my cancer happened for a reason it would make me madder than hell." Alan confided. "If someone was doing this to me, putting me through this, I'd be completely psychotic."

"I know, right? I mean, I've been a patient, and I've been a nurse, and if there was some... some agency behind all this..."

Alan let out a long breath. "You have no idea how good it feel to get that one off my chest. I'm a pastor's kid. Some part of me is still waiting for a lightning bolt."

"Alan? Anyone says that to you, you come find me and I will beat the snot out of them for being such an asshole. Then I'll tell them that everything happens for a reason."

He couldn't help it - Alan laughed until he cried. It was so good just to talk with someone, not about anything in particular, just about stuff. If asked, Alan would deny being lonely. He had what one of his teachers had called 'a rich interior life' - ignoring the fact that Alan developed that rich interior life because of the bullying and intolerance then present in his exterior life.

"When's your next injection of Filgrastim?"

To Alan's surprise, he was scraping the last of the potato salad out of the bowl. That was delicious! "Right after I put this dish in the sink, actually."

"Okay. Take your pain medication first."

"First?" Alan opened the 'fridge - the cleaning service personnel rigorously arranged his medications, and put his injectables in the butter niche. They generally came on Tuesday and Friday now, since those were days when he was out of the house for chemotherapy and infusion - leaving him the other days to huddle and recover. "Why before?"

"Because it's better to not let the pain get a grip first. What's the saying? It's more effective to unload a gun than to shoot into a bulletproof vest?"

"Andrea? That's birth control - specifically a vasectomy."

"The same principle applies!" She insisted. "Stop the bone pain before it starts."

"You're the boss." Alan opened the vicodin and washed two down with a glass of water, then took the little pre-filled syringe out of the box in the butter niche. "Can I tell you how much I hate this? I really, really do."

"Deep breath."

"Okay." One. Exhale. Two. Exhale. Three. Ow.

"Exhale."

"I'm okay." Alan put the emptied syringe in the sharps unit and chopped it.

"Shh, it's okay. Get your juice and climb back into bed."

There were just times when you had to listen to the boss. He'd showered and just put on a fresh pair of pajamas after breakfast. The bed was fresh and soft, and the new bed-lounge pillow (Amazon again - boredom, confinement, and a credit card) was super comfortable. "I'm going to get loopy."

"That's fine - loopy's better than hurting."

He could hear the seat adjusting on the other end. "Getting comfortable?"

"Heated seats and a cup holder - also? Quiet. It's a total Mommy Room."

He settled in and rolled his new bed-table into place. "Now there's an investment idea. Mommy Rooms."

"Padded. Soundproof. With a wine bar and chocolate buffet."

"Wine doesn't go with chocolate, Andrea."

"Alan, in one house I have my husband, three Labs, a seven year-old boy with soccer and dinosaur obsessions, a three year-old girl unable to hear the word 'no,' my grandmother Rinaldi, and Carmine's grandmother Capello. Wine goes with chocolate."

The rain pattered on the fire escape as they talked, and Alan realized that he was feeling muzzy and the bone pain wasn't coming and-

"Sleep well, Alan. I'll see you on Tuesday."

"... 'kay. Night." He set the phone down, turned on his side, and slept.

~

There were good ways to wake up in the morning, Rox thought. Showering with Eric and taking him back to bed was one of them. Ze tied him up, put his legs over zir shoulders, and then rode that boy's ass as if his mother had named him Six Flags. Once untied and capable of speech, Eric made zir a breakfast of crepes filled with strawberries, thick whipped cream, and topped with chocolate shavings - served to zir in bed.

Rox gave him an encore, and was pleased that Eric was an attentive and passionate top with stamina to spare.

When ze sent him on his way home, the little deviant turned the Walk Of Shame into the Stride Of Pride in a Sharps logo'ed scarlet hoodie under his black cavalry coat.

Now for another cup of coffee and the Sunday Times... and a black-and-white pigeon in the living room. Rox felt zir teeth go to full points and zir vision tinged with red.

"OUT!" Sang-froid had never been the thing, had it? This... invasion was the outside of enough. "Out or I have roast squab for dinner, William T. Spears!"

The pigeon blurred and then resolved into William - as ever in black and white. Perfect. Immaculate. And from the looks of it, absolutely furious.

"Grell Sutcliff, you overstep." The tone was so cold that Rox should have been able to see zir breath.

"And you have no right - I am not one of yours!" Scythespace, ever a part of a Reaper, provided zir with an axe with which to give forty well-earned whacks. "You have no say over me, no authority over me, and I give no fucks for the likes of you. NOW GET OUT!"

Mortal guise or not, ze was a god and that shout shook the brickwork. There was a fine line between love and hate, and this one had given that line one hell of a push. Where William was dripping icicles, Rox felt ze could breathe dragonfire. Evidently, Will had some sense that matters had entered a dangerous new territory - he immediately re-assessed.

"Grell-"

"-is decades dead. I am Rox Sharp. If you want to fully understand how much I had to change to survive, I am certain that that demon and the ancient would be more than willing to share their newfound understanding with you." An eyebrow twitch let zir know that both those beings were certainly on his mind, but the green-eyed monster was not idly named. "Your jealousy ended his life last time and lost two souls to the darkness. He has reincarnated, with the name no less, and that means She Who Spins The Threads has a hand in this."

Will glowered. For a cold man, his passions ran hot and deep - but deeper still was his loyalty to the Society. "With the full name?"

"Eric Ryan Slingby. He told me last night that he has a half-brother - Ronnie."

"All the same, you took him to your bed-"

And he had no right to be accusatory. "Well, at least nothing's changed there-"

"I gave you a trainee, Grell, not a playtoy-"

"And what, William, made you think I was merely playing with him?"

Hit. Score.

It gave zir a vicious satisfaction and ze dismissed the axe.

Unfortunately, ze'd also scored on zirself. Eric had loved Grell - as Senior, as lover - and Grell dumped him cold when Will only crooked a finger. Every decade after that, Grell found zirself still held in fond regard - but also at arm's length.

"I am not yours - no longer a Reaper nor your lover. Whatever you believe I owe you, that belief is one-sided at best. You uttered not a word when the elders broke my scythe and stripped my rank."

"I spoke for you." Will's jaw firmed. "I just did not at the time possess the rank or years to command their attention."

"Fat lot of good it did and not word one from you then 'til now." Rox turned on a heel and walked into her kitchen. "Let's see if we can set a new record."

If ze no longer had a scythe, words would do.

"Blast it you mad creature, give me something! The demon or the the elder - either would see your rank reinstated, your Deathscythe returned."

That was more emotion than ze'd heard from him in two centuries - and it was at least fifty years too late. "And what makes you think for a minute that I want that back? I have other satisfactions now, and the elder and the demon are paying in suffering for what they cost me."

"You know where they are?"

"Of course I do, you silly man. I put them there, and they will remain and suffer until my heart is satisfied enough to kill them. I'm in no hurry." Will's thunderstruck expression made her smile. "If you would be thought of no consequence, first be thought a fool. How handy that has been for me - even you thought me so."

"Grell-"

"Rox - short for Roxanne, when the gender still mattered to me. I have a birth certificate that says so, too. Grell was another person, and lived another life. Mourn her, if you can find it in you."

There was no reply, and when Rox turned he was gone.

There was wetness on zir cheeks. Sometimes zir soul leaked. That was all.

Chapter 8

Summary:

Alan Humphries is a man who has it all together - until a diagnosis of leukemia leaves him adrift, alone, and afraid.

In this chapter, Alan is fine - just ask him. An observer observes. Eric has a beef, and a visitor.

Notes:

Thanks to my betas and all who give me feedback, in whatever way. :)

Chapter Text

Monday morning, Alan felt pretty good. He set up the bicycle with the pannier bags, bolted a carry-crate on the cargo-deck, and emptied his backpack. The extra carry-capacity was needed. The food was gone again, and while he understood that he ought to sign up with a meal service or go to the damn grocery store, there was something so satisfying in the meals from Pearl Street. Something as mundane as meatloaf and mashed potatoes, followed with apple cake made Alan's stomach happy. It was the oddest feeling.

The Financial District was largely deserted at six in the morning, and Alan was waiting when Ronald opened the doors. "Good morning, Ronald."

"Good morning, Alan. How are you feeling?"

"Better than some, and you?" If he was wearing a fleece stocking cap and a couple of extra layers, well, it was damp and chilly.

"Awesome! One of my brews has been picked as a finalist in the Five Boroughs Brew Bash." Ronald preened. "Fire Engine Red - a red wheat and honey lager with a little chipotle."

"Congratulations - what's first prize?" Alan brought in the panniers.

"A six month brewing facility and distribution deal with Hudson Micro Partners." Ronald opened the shades and turned on the signage. "Don't worry, I read the contract. The recipe is my intellectual property, and so is the artwork. I'll go get your bags from the back."

There was a person-shaped shadow traversing the hallway very quickly, and Alan pretended not to notice. It seemed that Ronald's butch honey brother was either very shy or a dire misanthrope. Alan was pretty certain that at the moment he himself was far from being presentable, much less date material. Alan also ignored the hushed exchange of 'Goddamnit, get out there. He doesn't bite!' and 'No. I've been cooking all night and I have swamp-balls. I'm going to take a shower. Get me feedback, Beer Brat.'

There was a deathly silence and Alan nonchalantly perused the cold case.

Puddings, yes. The lentils were good, too.

A scuffle.

Caprese sandwiches - on little rosemary rolls.

"Ow ow ow ow - fucker!"

Ronald.

What was this? Mini cakes? Flourless chocolate. Strawberries with cream and chocolate shavings. Cup tiramisu. Cookies? Spice dusted sugar cookies. Chocolate chip. Chocolate-chip-cherry oatmeal. Sour cherry mini pies. Peach mini pies. Pile. He really should get some soups. It was dreary as hell with all the rain. Tomato-basil. A rich cream of mixed mushrooms. Matzo ball - that was for tomorrow. Cioppino - with garlic bread.

"Curried butternut." Came the hiss from the hallway.

The large shadow was halfway down the hall, and Alan took a position between the cold case and the counter.

"No butternut soup. It's always too sweet - it's like drinking pumpkin pie." Alan replied.

"You have nine different desserts and let's talk about sweet. It's curried, not sugared." A gruff baritone, and somewhat indignant.

"Eric, move your ass." Ronald came out bearing three bags and the shadow beat a retreat down the hallway, and from the footsteps, apparently up the stairs.

The disappointed puppy face was back, both for Alan and Mr. Curried Butternut The Hot Butch Honey.

"Ronald-"

"You think he's cute, though! And he's checked you out a few times, but he's got his head all up his ass."

Wait. He'd been checked out by-? Never mind.

"Ronald, anyone laying eyes on him would think he's very handsome. I'd lay off calling him cute, however, unless you want to be noogied or dodging flung pies until you're thirty." Alan opened his wallet, smiling. "Now, I've added to the pile-"

A sigh. "He only acts like a gruff asshole - it's a front. Try the curried butternut?"

Alan gave into the fate's decree and added the curried butternut squash soup to the pile, then extracted two folded sheets of paper and handed it to Ronald. "Feedback."

It was exacting, too. The chef liked the spicy and was mostly subtle about it, but there were some very complex blends. Further, he was a rank hedonist when it came to deserts; he favored sensual but simply presented confections that seduced from the plate. However, considering some of the complex seasoning of the entrees, perhaps that was intentional. There was a quibble about the salt (too little) and the fennel (good Lord) in the bouillabaisse. The seasoning in the vegetable dishes was amazing - anything with potatoes Alan would willingly eat a bucketful.

Ronald was reading and chuckling. "Oh, he's going to have a ball with this! Expect rebuttal."

"Where did he train? Some of the seasonings say France, but others say Spain." Alan started distributing the haul as Ronald rang him up. "There's almost Cajun or Creole influence, too. Very Caribbean but with Mediterranean, too."

"Well, we grew up moving around pretty often - Paris, Berlin, Milan, London, Amsterdam, Vienna, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami. Eric has been cooking since I can remember." Ronald smiled. "He bounced around a lot, too. Miami, Aspen, Atlanta, Sun Valley, Myrtle Beach, New Orleans, San Francisco. He could chef anywhere."

"He's very talented, and he has his own kitchen so he can cook as he pleases. That's pretty unusual for a younger chef."

The Pearl Street Kitchen had only been open for a few months when Alan bought his place on Broad Street. It became his instant, every morning stop on the way to work.

For a moment, Ronald looked sad. "He's a good guy. Don't be put off."

"I'm not. I think that maybe your brother and I are just not good with people we don't know well." Alan admitted as he signed the receipt and added a comfortable tip. "I never have been, really."

"I know how to fix that!" Ronald's sunny demeanor came back from behind whatever cloud had dimmed it. "You guys should come with me to the Beer Bash on Saturday night."

Alan hated to shut him down. "I'll have to see how I'm feeling, and this thing throws so many change-ups that it's hard to make plans. Thanks for thinking of me, though."

He was in week three, and as hard as Alan was trying to handle it, he was deeply afraid that he was not. Andrea could only so so much as a professional and a person - she should not be lumbered with him in her off hours.

Back home, Alan answered some email from the office. His superiors checked in every Monday and Thursday morning with questions, and his salary was deposited like clockwork on Friday mornings. Several of his own investments were ripe for flipping, though until Alan had a better idea of his own physical condition, he really did not want to make a long term plan. As it was, he needed to rethink his longer-term strategies - or did he?

Was the chemotherapy working? What was scheduled for intensification phase? After this Friday he had only one more induction-phase session. It was frustrating, frightening, not to have something quantitative. Then there was the way he felt physically - always cold, tired, sometimes feverish, achy. After the anti-nausea and anti-anxiety meds wore off from a Friday infusion, he felt simultaneously nauseated and exhausted until Monday morning, then fatigued and doped up after Filgrastim left him crappy in general until Thursday.

"Stop. Breathe." Alan rested his forehead on the granite countertop. "Breathe. Don't wind up."

Alone with his thoughts was turning out to be the worst of all possible places.

Time to do things before the vicodin and the Filgrastim laid him out.

Yoga on the Wii. He'd only started a week ago, but if he did the whole program he felt about like he did after a good twenty laps. Squash on the Wii was not as impressive - Alan had a definite desire to get in there and smash, but playing on a digital court was just not very satisfying. He still had two more 'exercise and fitness' packs to evaluate this week - one that included strength training and pilates and the other a general racquet sports package.

Doing things kept him from introspection, and that was good because panic attacks quite frankly sucked - and not in the good, wet way. Ativan knocked them down, mostly by knocking him down, and when combined with the vicodin, Alan was worried about developing a massive pair of addictions. Then there was 'chemo brain' - what if that happened and he was stupid from tranks and painkillers? What if he already had it and didn't know it.

Alan. Shut the fuck up and do some yoga.

Anything to take his mind off the current reality.

And, at times, that included stray thoughts of a hot butch honey in chef's whites.

Who had been checking him out.

When he stopped to think about it, it made him blush.

"Come on. You're twenty-eight. You've had lovers, boyfriends, and one-nighters. Get over it."

Alan did not think he was all that, but he was swimmer-fit and dressed well. The lovers and boyfriends left because they hated his hours. Flings and hookups were less demanding, but sitting here alone on the living room floor with the Wii's balance board, Alan wondered if maybe his energy and attention should not have been more... evenly distributed? Honestly, he hadn't felt alone or lonely before this. There was too much to do, places to go, and things to see. There was a world out there, and Alan wanted to live in it.

He could get a dog. Or a cat.

But what if he-?

"Yoga, Alan. Do not brain. Yoga."

And he did. It was harder than he imagined when he picked out the game, but it did keep his body too busy for his mind to start shenanigans. Then the doses of Ativan and vicodin wiped him out for the rest of the day - leaving him little to do but sleep and vegetate. He couldn't even read, much less play his violin, or follow a simple recipe. This was why he hated the medication - it turned him into an idiot.

All he could hope was that his neutrophils would get with the program and no more Filgrastim.

There was an email from his brother - sent to his work account, not his personal - doing what Teddy called 'Laying Down The Law.' Mostly this consisted of telling Alan to put his affairs in order, designate Dad as next-of-kin, and grant Ted power-of-attorney, and how to get right with the Lord. Alan wrote back with his attorney's name, number, and address with a directive to cease and desist. He should not have called in that vulnerable moment, as telling anyone in his family anything had never yielded any result other than a complete shitstorm.

A quick call to his attorney resulted in a return call from Mr. Conti, and Alan's reassurances that treatment was going well (without really defining that term). In turn, Mr. Conti reassured Alan that the firm would safeguard his privacy. After that, Alan was - all things considered - glad to take his medications, change back into his pajamas, and go to bed at one in the afternoon.

The next morning was an infusion day, but a short one. Alan packed just a couple of snacks and juices, his reader, medicines, and warm socks. Carmine picked him up at eight, and agreed that oatmeal-cherry-chocolate-chunk cookies were breakfast - they even had eggs. Alan split his cookie ration because eating four cookies for breakfast was vaguely naughty, and he wanted to meet Andrea with a clear conscience.

"Man, these are good! Where do you get them?" Carmine had a blissful expression as he dunked the rest of the cookie in his coffee.

"The Pearl Street Kitchen. It's my favorite local place." A three-story brownstone on a narrow horse-carriage street, found only when he was taking a direct walking route to work. "Everything's fresh every day."

"I'm going to check them out for sure. What else have they got?"

Alan was more than happy to tell him. "I hate meatloaf - and I love their meatloaf! No joke. And the soups are delicious - you just need to add salt, the chef undersalts on purpose."

"Oh, man. I'm hungry now."

Another meeting with this panel of doctors was another exercise in headbutting, and Alan dug in on the ANC. He didn't want to hear anything until that bloodwork was back with the neutrophil count - because when his second >1,000 microliters neutrophil level came back, he was quitting that stuff so fast-

"You think it's so wonderful, you can sign up for it." Alan snapped. "I'm the one who ended up Googling 'Foley catheter' on Sunday morning when I was turned into a beta-tester for a cross-reaction." No. He was not being a good patient. At the moment, he did not care. "I know how agony feels. I don't like knowing that."

"Medicine, especially oncology-" Dr. Chowdree was again the man on point for this, his colleagues sitting around like so many mannequins in white coats.

"Is an art, a science, and a crap shoot. I know that, but I was Black Swanned by a drug interaction known to happen and was not warned about the possibility." For that, Alan had the same contempt as he did for someone cooking the books and presenting them as pristine. "I'm a patient, not a set of data, and that was terrifying and hideously painful."

"I am sorry, but there was no way to tell-"

"I expect to be informed. Not informing me was a bullshit move." Alan sat back in the chair. "Now stop blowing sunshine up my ass and start informing because you lost a huge measure of trust last week."

As meetings went, it was productive. Alan found that with his smaller stature and slight appearance, people consistently underestimated his intelligence, his tenaciousness, and his temper. It was as he was handing people their asses on a plate that they'd realize the little guy was serious and quit playing games. The real hardball was over the pain and anxiety control medications, with no good routes to take out of the vicodin until his neutrophil count got with the program. The Ativan was the safest route for his anxiety - and he might be able to taper to one every other day.

All things considered, it was a 50/50.

He got ready for infusion, deeply relieved that this was a simple three-hour session instead of an all-day two-bagger. Just Pegaspargenase today. And the fucking Filgrastim.

Alan glanced nervously at the doorway, then laughed at himself. Scared of an imaginary man in a suit.

Andrea tapped at the frame, then stuck her head in and smiled. "I know. I caught myself looking, too. Stupid, huh?"

"Easy to laugh from at home on the couch..."

"Or the Mommy Room..."

"Yeah. Come on, we're being silly." Alan shook his head and opened his cooler bag to reveal peanut-butter-and-jelly cookies and apple-raisin oatmeal cookies. "Cookie?"

"Ooh. Carmine told me about these." A momface with petit silence and eyebrow. "Cookies are not breakfast, you."

"They have breakfast things in them! Oatmeal, wheat, fruit, eggs-"

"Chocolate-"

"In Europe, even in Italy, people have chocolate for breakfast. Also - Cocoa Puffs!"

All objections evaporated when Andrea bit into a PB&J cookie. "Oh, that's delicious!"

Another convert. "I told Carmine where they are. Also - meatloaf."

"I hate meatloaf - love meatballs."

"Meatballs are meatloaf - bite sized." He opened his shirt for the blood draw as Andrea leveled the recliner out.

"Meatloaf is nothing like meatballs." Andrea pulled up her mask and gloved up. "Any discomfort or swelling?"

"No, none." The ritual was actually very comforting, and Alan found himself relaxing. "Reversed proportions. Meatballs go in the red sauce, and red sauce goes on the meatloaf."

He managed to not need the tissues. Maybe he was getting on top of the needle problems.

Andrea covered him up.

"It's just a short session." Alan objected slightly from under the warmed blankets. "Let me know about the neutrophil counts."

"Have another cookie and I'll be right back."

~

Reaper Andrew Whitley paused as the nurse exited the patient's room and held his breath as her gaze paused on him, then a blink, and she continued on her way. That one could almost see Reapers, having seen one herself when very young. Now, perhaps having seen so many under the shadow, she perceived them more than most mortals could. This was his beat, but this was her territory, and Andrew respected the young mortal.

However, he had no collections scheduled until later this afternoon. His assignment this afternoon was altogether different - from outside of Manhattan division, from the UK Home Office of the Society. It began with Andrew's incident report - a routine sighting by a mortal near extremis. It took an extreme shock to the corporeal vessel to begin separation of the record. Honestly he'd thought the poor bastard was for the chop from the pain alone, but Humphries Alan Gabriel was not slated for collection. Instead, there seemed to be some interest in him at a very high level.

Andrew raised his phone and snapped a photo of the subject's face, editing in the name and vital information from the Akashic Records and sent it to his superiors. Mission accomplished.

A chime denoted an incoming message - two words:

'Maintain surveillance.'

It was signed by the Director-in-Chief of the whole damn UK - William T. Spears. The device chimed, letting Andrew know there was a collection in his immediate area.

A nurse and doctor ran by, and down the hall someone was breaking out the crash cart. Andrew sighed. They didn't know, and it always distressed him that they'd try so hard - as if corporeal death was not traumatic enough. Down the hallway and into a small room where Vitter, Reese Audrey was under the shadow. Andrew brought up the data on his phone and took out the small, grey-metal stylus.

"Collection of subject Gardner, Reese Audrey. Born 19 August 1944. Death from cardiac fibrillation." The commotion was intense and purposeful around the frail figure in the recliner. Audrey Gardner's gaze flickered above the oxygen mask as she perceived and watched him. Drawing the small stylus from the body of his phone, Andrew touched it to her flesh and released the record. "Record uploading."

They shocked her body, compressed her chest, put tubes into her throat and down her airway.

"No further notes." Andrew collected the soul and record. "Collection complete."

He pocketed his phone and went out into the corridor, watching Andrea Rinaldi as she exited the pharmacy office. And for a second, just one, the mortal looked right at him - and away again. It was not unusual for certain mortals - EMS, firefighters, law enforcement, hospice and nursing home workers, and medical personnel - to perceive them. They were a flicker of black in the peripheral vision, the brush of someone passing by in an empty hallway, the person at the scene that nobody quite remembered. The mind generally trained itself to unsee what it did not understand, but in certain cases someone from the office had to step in and reinforce that tendency with a dose of Lethe.

He liked her. He didn't want anyone to interfere with one of his favorite mortals. So long as she could convince herself that he was really not there, then nobody had to know.

~

Alan was actually able to stay awake for his treatment, albeit slightly groggy from the Benadryl, talking with Andrea on her rounds as she tended to him and four other patients on infusion. They talked about moving his Filgrastim to evening - his neutrophil counts were rising, but not there yet. If it was the only way not to blow a hole in the middle of the day, Alan would take it.

No Filgrastim until bedtime! It was like a getting snow day off from school.

Andrea was also able to cover the likely course of treatment in the ominously-named 'early intensification' phase. "I'm still going to be your nurse. Continuity of treatment is important - your caregivers know you."

It was caregiver - singular - and Alan's insides exploded in butterflies at the first day's schedule.

No Pegaspargase for two whole weeks. Intrathecal methotrexate. Infusion cyclophosphamide. Oral mercaptopurine. Another self-inject called cytarabine-

"It's not a self-inject. You'll have to come up here for that one and stay for some observation."

"For four days in a row for the first two weeks? And what's intrathecal?" He knew he wasn't going to like it when she held his hands to tell him and held him very tightly as he had a bad case of the shakes. "I had a spinal tap when I was admitted. It was really bad. Are there any alternatives?"

Andrea was so straight with him. God, Alan was grateful for that.

"A port in my HEAD?"

NOPE.

"That's not used very often." Andrea opened Alan's juice for him and made him drink. "It's because cancer cells are tricky, hidey little shits. They can hide in your central nervous system. Some people do need to repeat this course, but that's at their doctor's discretion."

"How many?" Alan drank down the Mean Greens.

"Eighty percent of patients with your type of leukemia enter remission within the induction phase, but it's a temporary remission - not a knockout." Andrea explained. "It only covers the blood and bone marrow. During first-phase intensification, we consolidate and intensify the gains in the blood and marrow, and prepare for the second phase - when we go after it in the central nervous system with radiation, CNS prophylactic chemotherapy, and add tyrosine kinase inhibitors that prevent more blasts from developing."

Alan took a shaky breath and leaned back on his neck pillow. "You shoot so straight with me, and you've been so much help. I can honestly say that I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have a caretaker - so I'll take care of you as much as you'll let me."

Alan considered his family, then asked, "I'm not on good terms with my family. I can honestly say that before I found out I had leukemia that I hadn't spoken to any of them in a decade. Can a next of relative do anything about my treatment? Interfere with my directives?"

"I can't advise you there, but I'll refer you to a lawyer who can. He's really good and makes it stick." Andrea shook her head. "Some people think that the hardest part of this job is dealing with the outcomes that aren't like the ones on the brochure. The hardest thing for me has been seeing my patients get their lives taken over; partners barred, fights over money, patients guilted into treatment after treatment, or abandoning effective treatment. All kinds trouble when all of this, everything, should be about the patient and what they want. Not anyone else."

That was a nasty jolt. "I never thought of that."

"Alan, there are times we've had the cops up here. I'll get you his business card and you call him, okay?"

"I will. I promise."

Alan went home a little after noon with more pages for his binder and had a long talk with attorney Hal Foreman about a) his family, b) his assets, c) his wishes and directives, and d) how to make sure that everything was handled. Alan needed an attorney to draw the documents for a living trust, coordination with his financial services, a professional fiduciary to hold his financial power of attorney and administer the living trust, and another professional guardian to hold his medical power of attorney in the event he couldn't make decisions about his own care...

For fuck's sake, it was almost less complicated (not to mention less expensive) to die.

The observation actually made Carmine laugh and that made Alan laugh in turn.

"Yeah, but it's better to just get it done. That way even if nothing happens, you're still covered."

Carmine was taking the scenic route. "You'd better be billing me for this - and I can't think that my brother's going to give up on this easily. For a preacher's kid from Idaho, I make a lot of money."

"I bill by the hour - livery, not a cab. I'm just giving you your money's worth." Carmine laughed again. "Besides, Didi-"

"What?" Alan asked, unable to believe his ears..

"Didi - Andrea. The wife. It's her nickname." Carmine grinned. "The first time I called her that, we were both still in elementary school. We were having this fight over Real Ghostbusters. I said Janine couldn't have a proton pack because she was a girl. Didi nailed me right in the nuts."

"That's adorable. Painful, but adorable." Alan snorted. "She'd make CEOs I've met run for cover."

"Takes no shit - that's my girl."

At home, he laid out all his notes and started researching, There were professional guardians who would do all this stuff for you - consolidating the legal, medical, and financial aspects into one firm. Most of them seemed geared to the elderly with dementia or the developmentally disabled - not wealthy homos with cancer and grabby next-of-kin. Hal Foreman had sent a list of firms and services to Alan's email, and would coordinate with the one that he chose.

Research was good. Except when it was about yourself and your chances. Andrea had not pulled any punches, Alan was deeply gratified by that. He opened the Preggo Pops as the nausea really kicked in. Andrea - he had a giggle over 'Didi' - bought him the Costco-sized jar. Setting the alarm on his phone to tell him when to take the Filgrastim and go to bed, Alan sank back into his research, letting his brain feed on something other than its own internal processes for a change.

"I'm okay. I'm going to be okay." Alan murmured to himself, tugging the cashmere throw around his shoulders. "I'm doing just fine."

~

"Bullshit!"

"But he liked everything else. It's a minor point, Eric."

"Fennel is not a minor point in fucking bouillabaisse, Ronnie." Eric groused, reading feedback presented with bullet points on the neatly printed two sheets of paper. "Aside from the saffron it's one of the most characteristic notes in the whole goddamn thing."

Ronnie rolled his eyes as he flopped into the purple people-eater sofa. "Out of everything else you fixate on that."

"And I do not undersalt. A chef who relies on salt or sugar to carry his food is a burger-flipper." Eric tucked his towel around his waist and cut himself a big slice of lemon-blueberry muffin bread. "It's not my fault he eats half-assed cuisine in tourist joints that are timid with the seasonings."

"You wanted feedback." Ronnie added. "If it helps, he thinks you're cute."

"You do realize I have a knife in my hand?" The bread only needed a little butter and Eric bit in with gusto. "I can admit that he has some points."

Perhaps Rox had blunted some of his sharper edges. It was hard to get worked up about anything when you'd had all your kink-spots scratched and come three times in twelve hours. Even if it was two days later, his ass still had fond memories of Rox whenever he sat down. Ze had read him like a book, honestly. However, Eric admitted, as a bottom in the hands of a capable top, he was about as subtle as all the neon in Times Square.

Rox was very, very capable and Eric had been delightfully surprised.

Titties were fun, too.

"What?" Ronnie asked.

"What what?"

"You're blushing."

"Shut up." Because, actually, he was. For fuck's sake!

"You got laid! YES! FINALLY!'" Ronnie proceeded to get up and do some twerking dance around the living room, singing, "Eric got laaaaaa~aaaid!"

Eric glared. Ronnie was a world-class chain-jerker - and Eric should know because the Beer Brat had learned everything from him. The things that came around to bite you in the ass. Fortunately Eric had good aim and took the chance to pelt the Beer Brat with those asinine little throw pillows until he fled into the night.

Or at least into the bathroom, preparatory to fleeing into the night.

"And shave, you ass!" Honestly. The face-weeds had to go. And the knit cap. Did Ronnie own anything to wear but skinny jeans and old bowling-alley and gas-station shirts? "Put something nice on! Like a shirt without someone else's name on it!"

Heaven knew how many times Ronnie had just flipped him off behind the bathroom door. But, really, how long could he go around looking like some satire site's cartoon hipster?

Eric finished his breakfast for dinner, then put on his whites. There was a good bit to do downstairs in the way of use-up-or-toss out, making stocks and sauce bases, and he fully expected to cook until three this morning.

The walk-in freezer was stocked with tubs of bones, trimmings, vegetable peels, and leftover bits from previous nights. These went into brown stock and demi-glace, chicken stock, turkey stock, vegetable stock, fumet de poisson, and court bouillon. The doughs for breads were ready for a second rise, and the cookie doughs had been resting for a full day. The grill needed firing and so did the stone oven for the breads. He sliced the meats and cheeses for sandwiches, prepared the garnishes and spreads. Roasted red pepper and eggplant soup, garlic roasted potato soup, and kale with linguicia soups took up three five-gallon stockpots. The breakfast dishes were done first, the baked goods second, soups and lunch selections third, desserts fourth.

It was midnight when Eric sighed, swept the sweat-soaked bandana off his head and walked down the kitchen hallway into the darkened storefront. It was a point of pride that after three years here, Eric had almost no leftovers at the end of the day. There was a roast beef, mushroom and brie sandwich, a small side of Dijon potato salad, and one of his beloved Manhattan Special coffee sodas.

His phone vibrated in his back pocket and he pulled it out - then smiled and answered. "Rox."

"Hello, pretty man." Ze purred. "You need to come see me tomorrow afternoon - we never got to those feathers on your magpie."

Jesus. He had to replace the Gates because if a phone call was all it took to get him hard-

"Red, you sound like chocolate ganache tastes."

"Is chocolate another of your kink spots?" There was the sound of splashing, the sensuous sound of water over flesh. "Should I get an icing bag and write naughtiness on your skin in Scharffenberger?"

"Yes." Great. The dick preempted the brainstem and hijacked the mouth. "Now I have to finish the grab-and-bag dinners with a boner, you sadist. And-"

Something... someone moved in the shadows of the hallway. A shadow in the shadows. Eric put his hand on the knife used to cut the sandwiches.

"Eric?" Rox prompted. "Are you all right?"

"Ronnie?" Eric called. "Hey, bro. You're back early."

No answer. Eric drew the knife from the sheath. How had anyone gotten in? Everything was locked and barred, and the fire-escape operated from the inside.

"Eric?" The sultry tone disappeared, replaced with something sharper than ordinary concern.

"Rox? Give me a second. I think there's someone in here."

Chapter 9

Summary:

Alan Humphries is a man who has it all together - until a diagnosis of leukemia leaves him adrift, alone, and afraid.

Eric has a visitation. Rox to the rescue. Ronald's evening is full of surprises.

#black butler fanfiction

[primofate]

What I would say to Genshin male characters isekai’d to our world. [crackfic for fun]

Note: Bit of Filipino reference in Thoma’s

To Aether:

“Yes some people do believe in different Gods here... No, I don’t think I can take you to meet any of them,”

“What do you mean you don’t have a Paimon in this world? I’m right here? I’ll go wherever you go?”

To Albedo:

“I don’t have any painting materials... Oh here, use my tablet instead,”

“I do have a little sister... No. No bombs,”

“Come, I’ll show you what a REAL elevator is,”

To Bennett:

“If someone asks you to go to the casino just say no,” 

“That’s not a slime, that’s a jellyfish, I wouldn’t touch that if I were yo--oh woop, okay, too late,”

To Chongyun:

“Oh you’re gunna LOVE Halloween,”

"So would your exorcism work on the toxic people in my life?”

“I can definitely feel an evil presence nearby.” *Points at piled up assignments*

To Dainsleif:

“...There’s this game called Fire Emblem Three Houses...”

To Diluc:

“No you can’t walk around at night with your claymore,”

“No that falcon is not gunna respond to you,”

“I'm asking for a friend, but what are you looking for in a wife? "

To Gorou:

“Can you please ask my dog what he thinks of me?”

“Please don’t hate me if I call you ‘good boy’,”

"Her Excellency...? Oh, it's me. Yeah. I'm the excellency around here. I lead a war against this evil archon called Math,"

To Itto:

“Dude I told you not to write on the advertisement boards, that’s not how it works around here,”

“Believe me I don’t mind what you’re wearing right now but we should probably get you some new clothes,”

“So we were all just minding our own business and then BAM you came along,” 

To Kaeya:

“I just really want to touch that fluffy thing around you,”

“You interested in getting box hair dyes? Oh you know, perhaps red?”

“...Do you know how to play strip poker? Well I’m not THAT interested in your clothes. Let’s start with the eyepatch,”

“...Why is there 62 selfies of you in my phone...”

To Kazuha:

*drops heaps of paper on the floor, now it’s everywhere* “...Have you ever thought that your elemental skill might have other uses?”

"There, that’s the only pirate ship I know of,” *points at pirate ship ride in theme park*

To Razor:

“I’m adopting you,”

To Scaramouche

“..................Will you do the Fandango?”

“Do you know the expression ‘step on me’?”

To Tartaglia

“This is the cleaning spray we use,” *picks up bottle of Ajax*

“Got you a gift, you’re gunna love these!” *gives baby training chopsticks

"Greatest toy salesman? You’ve lost to a giraffe,” *shows Toys R Us mascot*

"I forgot to teach you how to clear search history. I think you have to learn it given the amount of Childe x Zhongli fanfiction you’ve clicked on,”

To Thoma

“My days of ordering takeaway are over,”

“Thoma can you hold this stick thing. Okay, now can you try saying ‘TAHHOOOOOOO’”

“That’s an air fryer, yes it’s a magical thing,”

To Venti

“You’ve only been here a week... Where did you get that fake ID?”

“That’s not Dvalin, that’s an airplane... I mean, same difference though,”

“You want some music...? Here let me introduce you to youtube,”

To Xiao

*Opens fridge* “...Who bought 12 cartons of almond milk?”

”You can feel an immense amount of karmic debt? Don’t worry that’s just my normal stress levels,”

To Xingqiu

“No I don’t really read a lot of books... Oh, that pile...? You know, I just... buy them and then...they collect dust. That’s how books work in this world,”

To Zhongli

“Don’t look at me I’m a lot more broke than you are,”

“Make that rock pillar thingie. Wanna climb on it and experience being tall for once,”

“Hold this slipper. ‘Kay now throw it at my lazy brother and say “I will have order,”

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[princessofprocrastination]

New Hair (Wilbur Soot)

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summary : pure cuteness of wilbur’s reaction to you getting a drastic makeover (short)

A/N : y’all i dont have any ideas. help.

If you were being honest, you had to admit that you got bored of things pretty easily. You often moved furniture in your room to get a new scenery when you got bored of it after a couple months. You got rid of tables, boxes when you got tired of seeing the same thing. 

So, it was human nature for you to do something to your appearance after a while. 

Your hair was dark brown at some point, which at some point in your life, you got highlights. After that took it’s turn, you dyed it black. It stayed black for a while since you were attending public school, but you did a tiktok trend on your hair the moment you graduated. 

You bleached parts of your hair, dyed it red at first, then changing it to purple, and lastly dyed your entire head burgundy and settled for a while. 

Now, this was the time you got bored. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were bored of seeing your boring and plain old hair colour, being back to brown. 

While you sat on your desk zoning out, it felt like a lightbulb went off in your head. You had a great idea. 

You weren’t one to ask for people’s opinions. Whatever you liked, you’d do. Which was why there was no one you asked who could stop you from dyeing your whole head of hair blonde. 

Your boyfriend, Wilbur, was the type to support anything you do. He thought you rocked every single hair trend you went through. He has never been the type to criticise anything you did to yourself. 

With that thought, you booked a hair appointment. 

You made no comments to hint to Wilbur what you were up to. You made sure you came back from your hair appointment when he was streaming, so that you got to document his reaction. 

Sitting on the salon’s chair for 6 hours was not what you envisioned to do. Though you were excited to see the result, you hated not being able to stand and walk around. 

You told Wilbur that you were hanging out with your friends, getting lunch and a mani-pedi, since you were doing one anyway, just not with your friends. That way, he couldn’t see through your lies. Also, you technically weren’t lying to him.

While you sat on the uncomfortable chair for hours, you chatted with Wilbur, trying to make sure he has had his lunch before he turned on his PC to stream. 

You sent him updates now and then, lying at some point when you had to tell him where you were shopping and eating. 

When you sat down on that chair again after rinsing your hair, you gaped at your own appearance. You barely looked like yourself anymore, but that was what you wanted. 

You watched the hair stylist blow dry your hair and curled it as the finishing touches before you could leave to show your boyfriend your surprise. 

“Okay, and we’re done.” the really kind hair stylist told you. It seemed the both of you bonded while you sat in the salon for 6 hours. You even exchanged Instagrams to catch up again one day. 

You thanked the woman, giving her a tip before promising to drop her a message before leaving to go home. 

Obviously, Wilbur was bound to be confused to hear the door opening. He hadn’t expect you to come home so soon. You heard him say some words to his camera as he played chill minecraft with Slimecicle. 

You smiled to yourself as you opened his door quietly. Since his set-up was facing the door, it meant he couldn’t see you open his door. 

You slowly walked up to him, trying to be as sneaky as possible. You gave the camera a quick wave, your boyfriend still very focused on looking at his screen but not the viewfinder and screaming. 

You gave him a small tap, seeing as he jumped from his seat, not expecting anyone to come in his room, though he heard the front door of the house open. 

“Holy shit, you scar-” He tried to say but stopped as he took in your new look. 

“OH. MY. GOD.” He screamed so loudly you almost flinched away as the sound reached your ears. You smiled brightly at him. 

You heard someone talking to him on his headphones that was still sitting on his head. 

“Wait, shut up, Slimesicle. Let me drool for a while.” Your boyfriend said. 

You didn’t know you were able to smile more until today when he said that to his friend, who was waiting for him to continue playing with him. 

“You are so gorgeous, let me just absorb this real quick.” He told you before getting up from his chair, lifting your left hand and spinning you to get a good look. 

“Fuck, you look so hot.” He kept on complimenting. You laughed as he looked at you from top to bottom. 

At some point you were sure he forgot he was streaming as he brought you face close to his to give you a quick kiss, which he got until he remembered that his friend was waiting for him. He didn’t do anything, though, just kept looking at you so adoringly. 

He really took his time just taking in your new look into his mind. 

He sat back down on his chair, hand still holding yours as he took you to sit on his lap to finally tell his friend who was still kept waiting and laughing at watching Wilbur’s reaction about his beautiful partner. 

He played minecraft for a while longer as you sat watching him and reading his chat until he said something again. 

“Wait, it’s not my birthday is it? Was this supposed to be a present?” He asked, genuinely wanting to know if he did forget his own birthday. You simply laughed at him along with Slimecicle.

#wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur #mcyt #mcyt imagines #wilbur soot imagines #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader

[hotxcheeto]

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x G/N!Reader (Sort of mentioned) 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, mentions of giving yourself piercings

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This is short, I'm sorry but I tried lmao

Is annoying fr I swear I love her

Chloe is very... attached

She gets attached easy, because of Max

So here you are and you are now this lifesaver in the middle of the ocean and you don't even realize it

She's bitchy, she's very 'I need you around but if your busy I get mad' like an ex-boyfriend

But I mean you understand, she's lost basically everyone and now she's getting a new step-dad? Anyone would be mad

So she takes her anger out at the junkyard

Girl probably talks to herself in the mirror, which is so funny to me but let's be honest she's her own hypeman

She also probably flips off her door when she gets in trouble

Let's be honest she probably does that now too

Probably takes a shit ton of selfies just for her to see

Yes you've found them, yes she almost beat you up

Probably watches horror movies by herself and gets mad and then complains about it the next time she sees you

And you still wonder why she watches them to begin with

Texts you when she's skipping cause she doesn't like leaving you open ended

Probably kicks the bumper of her truck when she gets mad

Or the parking sign poles

Will convince you to dye your hair she makes it her life's mission

The type of teen to rage quit

Cannot play any board game without getting mad, she threw uno cards at you once because you couldn't stop laughing and that did not help her case

Made you write your name in her truck

Probably has stolen towels from home to cover up her seats until she can get them fixed cause the broken leather pokes her, makes her itchy

Probably gets mad while trying to do her eyeliner in the mirror

And while painting her nails, her patience runs thinner at 16 if you can't tell, more wise in old age I guess

Steals her moms rings cause they look good with her outfit and she doesn't really wear them anymore, wants to remember her dad

Draws fake tattoos on herself so when she can get a real one she knows what she wants

Probably gave herself, or tried, to give herself piercings

It's when she realized her pain tolerance sucked when it came to her face

No face tattoos anytime soon

Tries climbing through your window, fails every time to do it completely smooth

Victory dance every time something goes her way in the slightest

Loves cats?

Doesn't like the taste of alcohol but she loves how she feels after she drinks

But she usually ends up calling you drunk and sad

And yes you go rescue her, because she'd do the same for you

And then you both probably get high and you make her laugh so hard she nearly pees

Keeps a box of polaroid's

Keeps her special ones by her bed, she looks at them when she's sad

Hates getting up early

#chloe x reader #chloe price #chloe price x reader #life is strange x reader #life is strange #dontnod #lis #nevy writes

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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[meltingpotimagines]

Husband!Hawks

this mans

is not husband material

but!

for the right girl? he may be willing to play the part

listen, mans may not be a simp but he is cHARMING okay? he got potential

besides he’s lowkey a simp for the right girl but whatever

was very romantic when he proposed

managed to rent out an entire park perks of being the #2 hero

decked out a gazebo with fairy lights, candles, and rose petals

considered making a heart with the rose petals but decided just scattering them around would be classier and less cheesy

set up a picnic with a basket f u l l of food

sandwiches, cheese, fruit, desserts, the works

and ofc a bottle of champagne bc tonight you two would be celebrating

or so he hoped

you wouldn’t say no right?

i mean who could say no to that gorgeous face pHEW

pulled out the ring box right as you swallowed the last of the macaron you’d been nibbling on

his heart sped up as your eyes widened, a breathless ‘keigo’ escaping your lips

“i know you might not be ready, but the more i get to know you, the more i realize that i don’t want to live the rest of my life without you. you’re the girl of my dreams, and i never want to wake up. would you marry me?”

“are you s t u p i d? ofc i will!”

his grin has never been as bright as it was at that moment

slipped the ring onto your finger and immediately pulled you into his arms and took off into the air

slowed your assent as you two soared above the clouds and spun around, unable to contain his joy

gazed at your face with those golden eyes, taking in your beauty, before giving you the sweetest, most tender kiss you’ve ever felt

oh boy the wedding

when i tell you this was an e v e n t i mean anyone who was anyone wanted to go to this wedding

but only those that were close to the two of you were invited

haha suckerrrs

somehow got all might to officiate

who knew all might could officiate weddings? 

certainly neither of you

no one really knows how that decision came to be but i mean no one was complaining either so

he let you make all the decisions except for one

the flowers

he h a d to be involved in the flowers

he appreciates pretty flora and if the bouquets and floral arrangements at his wedding weren’t the prettiest possible he would n o t be satisfied

teared up as you walked down the aisle (which he will neither confirm nor deny)

not that he wasn’t lookin’ mighty fine too

just imagine: tan suit with a black button up and a gold tie, gold cufflinks with a ruby set in each

i know those are his costume colors but he looks good in them so y’all can fight me

dipped you for your first kiss as husband and wife to everyone’s amusement

best believe a few different cameras caught that

the timing of the wedding was planned out so the reception was held at night

semi-sheer white tents and custom black ten-feet tall candelabras

the soft glow from the candles combined with the moonlight made for the perfect dreamy vibe 

he managed to find a florist that could dye white roses black and cover them them with a thin layer of gold glitter

was it necessary? no

did it look good? heck yeah

the gold glitter shined beautifully against the black roses

tho

the way your eyes sparkled as you danced with him was far more captivating

you two had flown up into the sky to dance your first dance together

your silhouettes against the bright moon made for a perfect picture

the only reason you ended up coming down was because neither of you had eaten much that day and a guy’s gotta eat

he gonna need stamina later *winky face*

you cannot convince me the man wouldn’t insist on fried chicken

like a whole buffet table of different flavors

but i mean fried chicken is good so can’t blame him

everyone expected him to smear some cake on your face when he fed you that first piece

instead wiped off the frosting that got on your lips with his thumb and licked it off

your best friend caught t h a t one on camera and will never stop teasing you about how flustered you got

he kept up a great image of a polite host but on the inside he was ready to g o

it had been a long day and he was ready love on his wife

heh

wife

he likes the sound of that

peppers your face with kisses on the ride home

yeah yeah i know h o n e y m o o n but where y’all were goin’ was forever away and mans just wants to shower you with affection as soon as possible (esp considering he had to keep his hands off you all day since you two never had a moment alone)

scoops you up the second you’re out of the car and carries you over the threshold

gives you a soft kiss before putting you down

and that’s the last soft kiss you’re gonna get for the night lolllll

definitely the type to make you breakfast in the morning

also the type to cook in nothing but an apron and boxers but anyway

you better be up in time to see that sight bc if not, you’re getting breakfast in bed not that i’d complain

he’s not the best cook but mans can manage some bacon and eggs

plus some fresh fruit bc it makes it more visually appealing and less like he doesn’t really know how to cook

he set the tray on your lap and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his side so your head can rest on his chest as you two munch on breakfast

there’s something so soothing about the sound of his heartbeat

a soft little rhythm that nearly puts you back the sleep

didn’t help that he was unconsciously running his fingertips along your arm, drawing random squiggles and shapes

will tilt your head up by the chin every so often to give you a little peck on the lips

if you do fall asleep, he’ll just gaze at you softly while lightly tracing your features

still can’t process that you’re married

someone actually loved him enough to marry him

there was someone that didn’t just admire or use him bc of his quirk

didn’t give him attention purely bc he’s the number 2 hero

you saw all his flaws and shortcomings and insecurities and loved him regardless

if he’s dreaming, please don’t wake him up

you cleaning him wings for him is something he loves so much

it’s such an intimate task that makes him feel cared for

loved

how much time you take in cleaning them and how tenderly you handle each wing

it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

it’s nice being taken care of for once, esp when he’s always taking care of others

absolutely loves taking you on night flights

will take you in his arms and just soar above the clouds

with the clouds below you and the stars above, it feels like you two are the only people that exist

definitely dances with you during some of those flights

wraps one arm more tightly around your waist and take your hand in his and just… slowly spins in the air

it doesn’t look like much but when you’re just looking into each other’s eyes, it feels like the most romantic and intimate moment you could ask for

your life is quite literally in his hands but you’ve never felt safer

even more so when you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook

his arms wound securely around your waist, the comforting smell of his scent, the kisses he presses to your temple every so often

it feels like home

likes startling/scaring you a lot

will sneak into the house after work just so he can tap on your shoulder from behind 

the gasp you let out as you freak out for half a second never fails to amuse him the jerk

will always make it up to you with long, deep kiss

if he gets home late after a long day he’ll just crawl into bed and pull you into his arms before burying his face into your hair

no talking, just breathes in your scent before he crashes

he sleeps really well like that, but, although he won’t admit it, he sleeps best when you hold him, his face buried in your chest

he feels warm and safe, like it’s okay to be vulnerable for once

absolutely flirts with you while at work

probably definitely sends you a few spicy pics or texts

it gives him such smug satisfaction knowing the affect he has on you when he’s not even physically there

picks up take-out when he knows your too tired to or would rather not cook

like to back hug you and wrap you up with his wings

9/10 times will bury his face in your neck and nuzzle

sometimes if he spots you while on patrol, he’ll fly over and flirt with you

“how you doin’, gorgeous? the name’s hawks. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a neighborhood like this?”

sir, this is one of the safest areas in the city pLS-

but if you actually a r e in danger? oh boy

no one, and i mean no one, touches his girl

honestly i’d rather fight bakugo one on one than deal with keigo’s wrath

he’s one of the chillest people you will ever meet, but when he’s that mad? s c a r y

will keep a close watch on you for a while after that

asks you to always let him know where you’ll be and to text him when you get home

definitely considered installing a tracking app on your phones

he’ll calm down eventually, but for the moment he’s extremely anxious

although he certainly tried his best to hide it

he didn’t want to stress you out too, especially if you had any anxieties from it yourself

he was just afraid to lose you

he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

after all, you’re the most precious thing in the world to him and he loves you more than he could ever put into words

#happy birthday b #hope you enjoyed this #hawks #hawks imagine #hawks headcanons #hawks x reader #keigo #keigo imagine #keigo headcanons #keigo x reader #keigo tamaki #my hero academia #mha imagine #mha headcanons #boko no hero academia #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons

[fbfh]

I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

#leo valdez x reader #leo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

[vicious-vixxxen]

Kirishima x Male!Reader: First ‘I Love You’

I’m back on my Kirishima shit, so just bare with me- he really is one of my fav bois, and he’s just so sweet, can you even blame me? Though I’m almost finished with season 4 finally, and Tamaki is quickly closing in as the bestest sweet boi ;)  But yes, enjoy this little blurb, as I continue working on actual prompt fills- I just keep getting distracted, don’t @ Me  Enjoy <3  Kirishima x Male!Reader

Saturday nights in the dorms usually went one of two ways. Most of, if not all of class 1A were walking corpses, after accepting an extra day of training, not often offered by Aizawa in the first place: which is why they all usually accepted. Though that usually meant back at the dorms by two, and once everyone was showered, given a chance to finally catch their breath, and come together to make dinner, it was pushing six, and by then everyone was taking a note out of Bakugou’s book and crashing early. Some not even making it back to their rooms- sprawling out across the common area, and groggily rising too early the next morning, stiff necked and a little grumpy. /But/, if classes let out normally on Friday, and everyone was in bed at a reasonable enough time, Saturday’s were the absolute SHIT. A group breakfast to start, always. Bakugou aggressively whipping together a horde of spicy cinnamon french toast, and bacon, everyone stuffing their faces, discussing the previous week’s accomplishments. Areas in need of improvement, etcetera. Though without the added pressure of being in the midst of classes, and homework. They could reflect calmly, gather and offer tips, all smiles and jokes and general good naturedness. After breakfast, everyone split off to get ready for the day. Keeping the dorm stocked was a responsibility up to you all, which meant splitting the allotted weekly allowance the class was given, and separating into groups to get all the shopping for the coming week done. Groceries, cleaning supplies, toiletries, /unmentionables/. You all worked as a group, and allowing for a few stray hours of wandering, and personal shopping, visiting with family, you’d all be back around five. With the groceries put away, all errands run, the dorm dissolved into pure chaos. Different types of music blaring from individual rooms- dance dance revolution set up in the common room, the loudest of them all- all the dorm room doors open, save for Tokoyami’s, of course- and passing by any would give you a curious glimpse into the comfortable life the occupants had taken up there. “Wanna help me...ya know?” Kiri whispered into your ear, standing behind the sofa, bent down to nuzzle your temple, and speak. Blushing lightly, and giving you a sharp, lopsided grin as you broke your gaze from Denki’s...bold choice in dance movements against Mina. Noting Kirishima’s gaze moving up and down, before he jerked his head back in the direction of his room. Oh. Guess it was time for a touch up, huh?

Grin to match, you nodded, taking Kiri’s hand when he offered it, and allowing him to tug you up and over the sofa, nearly tripping over each other in your haste to get back to his room. Thirty minutes later, with a look of concentration on your face, you gently applied hair dye to the other boy’s roots. Hips swaying left and right, as Kirishima tapped his feet, and played air drums dramatically- making it difficult, but not impossible for you to get at all his roots. This was routine at this point. Ever since the two of you had started dating the year before, Kirishima was quick to let you in on his hair care secrets. It was only a matter of time before you caught him with a little bit of black peeking through, so rip the bandaid off all at once, Kirishima thought. It really was adorable how concerned he’d been over it. Muttering like Midoriya, before standing tall and announcing you’d have to love him for his box dye, or not at all! And here you were. Touching up his roots for maybe the hundredth time? If he needed any more clarification. The moron. But he was your moron. Getting more aggressive in his drumming, no doubt trying to mimic Bakugou in his mind, the hopeless goof. You smiled, despite yourself, as the song switched over, and you tilted Kirishima’s head back to get at the front you’d sectioned off. Mouthing the remix down at your boyfriend, and closing your eyes briefly as the beat pumped, and your body felt relaxed enough to collapse. But in a totally cool way, not like, a narcoleptic way. You hoped. ‘I will always love you,” you breathed in time, voice barely audible over the array of noises in, and outside of the dorm, but Kirishima watched, enraptured, mouth slightly agape as he read your lips. ’-I’ll love you forever’ you continued. Opening your eyes again, and staring down at Kiri’s. Breath hitching as you took in his pure, unadulterated admiration. And…. “Mmph!” Kirishima hummed suddenly, against your lips, as you’d leaned down to kiss him- both of you giggling against each other’s lips afterwards, as you moved around him. Careful of your gloved hands, and the brush of dye in hand, as you straddled the boys lap, and scooted forward till you were comfortable. Kirishima’s hands instinctively coming to rest on your waist. Palms sliding up and around to rub your back, as you continued applying dye top his hair. The two of you were quiet after, taking in the sounds of the dorms, and feeling the music blaring through Kirishima’s radio. Until you’d finished applying the dye, finally, and set your tools aside. Peeling off your gloves, and wiggling your sweaty fingers in Kiri’s face. Laughing suddenly as he nipped at them with sharp teeth. “That felt like a threat,” You teased, wrinkling your nose cutely at your boyfriend- Kirishima, ever the fan of the expression, beaming up at you, and kissing at your collarbone, where your shirt had ridden down. “That’s me, the boyfriend eater. Hide your boyfriends or i’ll gobble em up, all manly like”, Kiri boasted, and you couldn’t help but snort- having to restrain yourself from running your hands through his hair. For now. “We both know you’re tasty enough,” Kirishima added, winking at you, and you rolled your eyes, smacking the boys chest gently, before wrapping your arms carefully around his neck, and shifting back and forth in his lap to the new rhythm from the radio. At some point though, as you stared down at Kirishima- matching grins on your faces, as Kiri raised a hand to boop at your nose, and your lips, something hot, and happy ran through you. A sudden realization, as you stared into those gorgeous red pools he called eyes. It seared through you, racing down your spine, and jolting you up in your boyfriend's lap so suddenly, he paused- always on red alert, brows raised in question. It had never been something either of you had worried about saying- had never even truly discussed it. You cared about each other deeply, your connection since beginning your journeys at UA unprecedented. You’d watched each other grow, been there for the ride. Helped each other. Loved each other. Because you did love Kirishima. And he knew that...but not until just then, the scent of dye clinging to the air, did you realize you were, in fact, in love with him. You were in love with Kirishima. Wow. Your face was unreadable for a few long moments, before you huffed- almost in disbelief- and kissed at Kiri’s questioning thumb, now brushing along your jaw, and lips. “What? Kirishima asked finally, unable to take the silence. “Just realizing how absolutely, unequivocally in love I am with you. Kinda jarring,” You admitted, candid as ever, noting the way Kirishima froze beneath you. Mouth agape, and eyes wide. “Was that lame?” You asked as an afterthought, lips slowly pulling into a grin as Kirishima opened and closed his mouth several times, before his hands found their way up and around your jaw. Hesitating again, just a moment, as through the process what he;d just heard once more- before smashing your lips together. Heat, and passion, and love, all pouring into that one intimate gesture, and fuck it. Your hands carded through the sticky red dye clinging to the boy's roots, as you kissed back. Kissing until you absolutely couldn’t breathe anymore, and breaking away to pant, though only centimeters away from each other’s mouths. Foreheads pressed together, red dye smearing between the two of them, completely forgotten. “I love you too,” Kirishima sighed, hugging you close, and peppering your face with kisses. “So, so much. Love you so much, holy- I love you? Haha! I love you! I love you!” He shouted, bringing a deep blush to your cheeks, almost as red as your forehead now was as you wondered idly if anyone could hear him. Until you realized, you didn’t give one shit if they did. “I love you too! Again!” You shouted back, bursting into a fit of laughter with Kirishima, as you kissed again. And again, and again, and again.

#bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #mha x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima #eijiro kirishima imagine #eijiro kirishima x male reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima imagine #viciousvixxxen

[jotaros-left-nut]

How the guys would treat their younger sibling

Jonathan

- He has always been the best older brother to you

- You two don’t really talk that often because he likes so keep to himself

- he’s a little over protective over you

- he doesn’t like the thought of you spending any time with dio because dio is bad news

- Since he’s older he’s aloud to drink wine but your not but he will left you off he catches you sneaking a glass

- He will invite you to go on walk’s with him and erina

- He likes to shadow box and will invite you to train with him, he will put boxing gloves on you and show you what to do

- He’s patient with you

Joseph

- He would ways bother you, when he’s bored he doesn’t care about the two year age gap

- You two get along like how typical siblings would, you will fight, argue which is frustrating because he always knows what your going to say like he can read your mind or somthing

- because of erina’s age she can only do so much, Joseph is the one that makes sure your up, make the breakfast, drive you to school and home

- You can get him to do whatever you want by calling your grandmothers name or just fake crying really loud

- He’ll hide your make up, move your things around

- When it comes to family time he’s big on spending time together watching movies with each other, going out on family trips

- He will give you a ride on his motorcycle if you beg him enough

- He will hog the tv, he loves to lounge around watching TV shows and videos about super heroes for hours witch you hate

- Sometimes you catch him stealing your hair products from your room to spike up his hair

- He’ll stay up with you if you have trouble sleeping or pondering what life would be like if your parents was alive 

- He’s over protective over you, he’s always protected you, he’s not gonna let anyone or anything harm you if he can help it

- He always encourages you to do what your love because, “There’s nothing a joestar can’t do”

Jotaro

- He’s a lot kinder to you than everyone else

- He’ll walk you to school and back

- He’s like a second parent to you, he’ll make you do your homework, tell you to do your room, cook, he will check you if you swear

- you do talk here and there but I guess sometimes he’s hard to read, you never know if he’s in a good mood or not

- He gets into a lot of fights but didn’t condone you fighting

- He values family time, he might be mean to your mother sometimes but deep down he’s sweet

- You two don’t argue but you might be annoyed at something and he’ll just stay quiet he doesn’t care for family drama

- He start random small talk with you when he’s you guys are eating

- He can me intimidating at times

- He has walked in on you in the bathroom before by accident but apologised he blushed like crazy

- He calls you names like half pint

Josuke

- You two get along fine

- You will argue over who gets use the TV and will annoy him until he either lets you play with him or he’ll get off the tv

- Your fruit fragrance, soap, body spray, creams, shampoo, conditioner and lip balms will go down quicker 

- Okuyasu is always at your home or on the phone with josuke and sometimes you two have talked

- He walks you home and school but your tomoko makes you and josuke’s packed lunch or she’ll give you two money

- You and him will sit together and read fashion magazines, everyone and their dog knows josuke higashikata loves fashion

- You two will argue and you won’t talk for a couple of days, once you got a couple of framed picture of a turtle and put it all over the house, until he literally begged you two take them down because he couldn’t leave his bedroom without jumping out of his skin

- He can be over protective, he will stop you from going with Koichi and hamazada to Rohan’s house even though your a big fan

- you two love prince and will fight over who gets his new albums

- As nice as he is, he can also be mean, you tripped and accidentally kicked a wire on his PlayStation by whilst he was on a boss mode of a game, he will scream at your or just pause the game and stair at you into you leave the room

- There was a time when you was very young and you made fun of his hair, he broke your arm accidentally since that day, if you do make comments about his hair he will just walk away

- You know that if you two were the same size he would definitely wear or borrow your clothes

Giorno

- You’re only a year younger than him

- he looks just like your father whilst you look more like your mother his hair changed to blond as he got older but you was born with blond hair you like to dye your hair black

- You two get along like normal siblings

- You have disagreements here and there but it’s never anything crazy

- You know that your brother has been involved with a guy in the mafia you and him would get free things here and there

- When your brother told you he wanted join the Italian mafia and become a gang-star you laughed, you didn’t know he was being serious but when he didn’t smile or laugh you knew he was being for real, you said that you would join too

- As you have powers like your brother you can shapeshift into anyone and anything, he agreed that you can join him, it’s better than being in the streets

- You get along fine with all the guys and trish, it just took a little while to get used to

- your relationship in quite close from the rough childhood you two had, you looked out for each other

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo meme #joseph joestar #jjba #josuke higashikata #jotaro kujo #jjba joseph #giorno giovanna #joestar #jonathan joestar #guido mista

[mask-of-anubis]

#2 with Fabian and Amber

In which Fabian can’t catch a single break:

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In hindsight, Fabian really shouldn’t have put so much faith in his own abilities.

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- two weeks ago, at a party -

‘“Fabian,” Alfie said, high on overconfidence and sugar, “I bet you 25 pounds I can beat you in Scrabble.”

Fabian raised his eyebrows. “Really? 25 pounds?” Alfie nodded. It was an outrageous amount of money to bet on a game he would absolutely lose. “And if I beat you?”

“Um… you have to let Amber dye your hair!” Alfie said with a gleam in his eyes. “Any color she wants.”

Amber gasped and got the same gleam in her eyes.

On principle, Fabian wasn’t someone who took bets, or who dyed his hair, but he was feeling confident. He sat down at the table and shook Alfie’s hand.

“Okay, deal.”

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- now -

Fabian sighed from his seat in Amber’s vanity chair in the girls’ bathroom. “How was I supposed to know he would get a 50 point bonus at the last second?” he grumbled.

Nina, who was there for moral support, just shrugged. All week she had been reminding him that she told him it was a bad idea to make the bet, but now that the moment was actually here she looked just as nervous as he was.

Amber finished getting out all her supplies. “Don’t worry Fabian,” she said nonchalantly. “It’s gonna look great. Right Nina?”

Nina tried to wipe the terrified look off her face. “Uh-huh…” she said, extremely unhelpful.

“You’re getting less convincing by the minute,” he said.

It’s just hair dye, he said to himself. Nothing is permanent.

Plus, Amber was good at all this stuff. If Jerome was dying his hair that would be a different story. He would probably end up bald.

When all was said and done, he trusted Amber not to destroy his hair. But he was terrified of what he would look like. He didn’t always know what to do with his style, but he liked how he looked. Brown hair suited him.

He took one last look at himself in the bathroom mirror before Amber spun him around.

“Ready?” she asked, excitement evident in her voice.

“Absolutely not,” he said.

“That’s the spirit!” He heard her rip open a box of hair dye. His skin prickled.

All of a sudden, Nina’s phone started ringing. Fabian perked up.

“What? Is it an emergency? Should we leave right now and not finish what we’re doing?” he asked, crossing his fingers.

Nina waved him off. “No, it’s just Gran.” He slouched back into his seat. “This might take a while. I’ll come back later.”

“Wait, I need you here for, uh, moral support?” He gestured to Amber. What he really needed was a voice of reason to stop Amber if she tried to dye his hair pink.

“You’ll be fine,” Nina said. “Amber: don’t do anything crazy. Fabian: I’ll still like you even if you look insane.” She left before either of them could protest.

“Unhelpful!” Fabian called after her.

Amber snapped on some gloves. “Let’s do this!”

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“All done. Ready to see?” Amber asked him two hours later.

The short answer was no. In fact, he wished he could just continue on with life never knowing what his hair looked like. Instead he said, “I guess.”

“Okay! 1 - 2 - 3!” She spun him around in the chair.

He couldn’t describe the exact feeling he felt when he turned around, but it was the closest thing he had ever felt to a heart attack.

“Oh god…”

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“Fabian, it’s really not that bad!” Amber exclaimed.

“Not that bad?” he yelled.

They were so loud that Patricia and Mara came to see what the noise was. When they saw him, Mara was so shocked she actually screamed. Patricia, on the other hand, burst out laughing.

“Amber, what have you done?” Mara shrieked.

The color was slowly draining from Amber’s face. “I thought it looked okay…” she said. “I mean, it’s not what I intended.”

“Amber my hair is RED!” Fabian yelled. “You’re telling me this wasn’t the plan?”

It was true. His hair was red, full-on red. And it was not his color. He ran back to the mirror to look at it again. It hurt his eyes. What had she done to him?

Now Amber sounded panicked. “Well, I only meant to lighten it and give it some, um, highlights. But I left the lightener on too long and then the highlights were weird so I had to make it all that color…”

The rest of her explanation was drowned out by Patricia’s laughter. She gripped the doorframe of the bathroom for support.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at, this is practically your hair color,” Fabian said to her.

Patricia's smile dropped. “It is not!” She raced to the mirror to compare and her eyes widened. She blanched. “No, no, no, no!” Fabian rolled his eyes. “Everyone get out I’m gonna be sick.”

Nina appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on – oh my god!” She dropped her phone. They could hear her Gran talking on the other end, asking what was happening. “Amber, what is this?”

“A mistake…”

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Once everyone was calmer (and Patricia was no longer threatening to vomit), the girls helped Fabian sneak downstairs. The plan was to leave, go buy a bunch of beanies and hats, and return like nothing happened. Obviously, that didn’t work.

Jerome and Alfie spotted them in an instant.

“You’re kidding!” Jerome yelled. He was already laughing. He and Alfie rushed into the hall. Fabian accepted his fate. Both of them doubled over laughing. "If it isn't Ed Sheeran"

“This is the best day of my life,” Alfie laughed.

“Kill me now...” Fabian said.

“Hey, I think it looks great!" Nina said, coming to his defense. It was not convincing. Even she could tell, because a second later she said quietly, “But I love you regardless.”

Fabian needed this to be over. “Okay, you’ve all had your laughs. I’m leaving,” he grumbled.

“Whoa, whoa! Hang on a second,” Alfie said. Fabian turned around. He did not like the look on Alfie's face. “I believe you owe me 25 pounds.”

“What?”

“You don’t remember?” Alfie said. “2 years ago?”

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- 3 years ago, at a party -

Alfie, high on sugar, shouted to all his housemates, “I will bet anyone in this room 25 pounds that I can get Fabian to dye his hair!”

Fabian walked up to him, dumbfounded at the stupidity. “Uh, okay? Sure, I’ll bet.”

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- now -

Fabian deadpanned. “I’ll kill you.”

#sorry to this man #thank you for requesting this one it was a joy to write #ending inspired by a gag in himym #i had to do it #house of anubis #asks! #fabian rutter #alfie lewis #amber millington #nina martin #jerome clarke #patricia willamson #mara jaffray

[realcube]

Ok but hc for what type of girl the pretty setter squad+yamaguchi they would date.

Thanks and have a nice day!💖🥺

yes!! i love the pretty setter squad but like i don’t have too many hcs to make this a whole thing so i feel like the following title is necessary:

characters: pretty setter squad + yamaguchi

trigger warning: swearing, somewhat crack, sexual references (these are just my opinions/hcs btw - plz don’t take it too seriously)

tobio kageyama

♡ i will preach this till the day i die and ik y’all are probably tired of writing all my reader inserts for kageyama x reader one-shots like this but yk what tobio wants- you know what tobio needs and deserves- the female equivalent of oikawa tōru

♡ if her favourite food ain’t milk bread and her personal motto isn’t ‘if you’re gonna hit it then it it till it breaks’ then HE DOESN’T WANT IT /j

♡ but he’d like someone who cares about their appearance, is passionate about something like he is, fairly smart, witty and kinda a heartthrob 

♡ bonus points if it’s a sport that they are passionate about

♡ i feel like he’d be into just like a typical ‘girly girl’ yk?

♡ also he has a soft spot for acrylic nails- he just thinks they look so cool and if he saw yours he’d definitely call them ‘badass’

♡ he thinks they are kinda impractical for volleyball so that’s why he doesn’t get them himself (plus they are expensive as hell and he only has milk box money)

♡ so yeah he would date an oikawa kinnie 

♡ overall, i think he just wants someone independent who can take care of themselves 

♡ except when you can’t open the tab of your coke bc of your acrylics, then he is happy to help

tadashi yamaguchi

♡ i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again; YAMAGUCHI IS A LESBIAN

♡ ok now that i’ve got your attention, let me explain what this means and what it has to do with this taste in girls

♡ he fell down the wlw pipeline- if that’s a thing

♡ like while the gang were watching sjw get rekt compilations, yamaguchi was watching hayley kiyoko music videos and lgbt short films on youtube-

♡ now imagine that scene were babey yamaguchi was getting bullied except they were teasing him bc he said his favourite song was girls like girls RGTYGJKMN 

♡ anyway, till this day, he is watching cottagecore lesbian tiktoks (minecraft and irl) while others watch ben shapiro it is such a shame 

♡ he doesn’t fetishize them though- it’s just his ideal lifestyle 

♡ he’s developed the mind of a wlw tho so i think his thoughts are similar to mine in a way that he’s just like ‘WOMEN 😍🥰💓’ all the time 24/7

♡ so yeah this was my elongated way of saying that yamaguchi doesn’t really have type, all women are queens in his eyes

♡ but in an ideal world, his s/o would be an ally of the lgbtq+ community, if not apart of it, stan any wlw singer/band (preferably kpop), won’t yell at him 🥺 and are willing to run away with him to a cottage in the woods at any given moment 

kōshi sugawara

♡ his taste isn’t very specific but here are some things he looks for in partner:

♡ either likes baking or likes eating what he bakes and giving him feedback

♡ has long eyelashes/wears lashes (he thinks they are cute and ik you do too don’t even lie)

♡ oh and shiny lipgloss too 

♡ very good communicator 😌

♡ a simp

♡ someone who likes gardening or is at least willing to try pick it up to help him with his herbs

♡ will do facemasks with him

♡ intelligence; he will literally bust a nut for someone who can recite newton’s third law of motion 😩 

♡  and honesty ✨ (bc he needs to be told when his hair looks wack plz) 

kenma kuzome

♡ plz he needs a catgirl 

♡ like your typical anime catgirl

♡ bushy tail, high + soft voice, big eyes, even bigger honkers, maybe a tsundere, cat ears, purs and gives good head ✨

♡...

♡ I WAS JUST INFORMED THAT CAT GIRLS DO NOT EXIST AND I AM BOTH DISGUSTED AND DISAPPOINTED BEYOND BELIEF 

♡ me and kenma are never leaving our rooms again istg what is even the point anymore if ik that i won’t meet a catgirl 😭

♡ so yeah, if he were to date someone who isn’t a cat girl, they’d probably have to be a human equivalent or like.. a gamer

♡ a streamer maybe 

tōru oikawa

♡ he also doesn’t have a specific type but here are some of his turn offs:

♡ kageyama tobio 

♡ kageyama tobio kinnies

♡ people who think he’s too obsessed with volleyball and is incapable of loving anything/anyone else

♡ laziness

♡ ppl who’ve got a FAT fucking ass 😡 (jealousy ofc)

♡ ushijima stans

♡ bad breath 🤢

♡ppl who don’t know every word of primadonna girl by marina

♡ horse girls 

♡ aries (he’d still date an aries but he will tease you for it. if you ever mess something up like you drop a glass and it spills water everywhere he’ll just side-eye you like ‘that’s classic aries behaviour, ofc’)

keiji akaashi

♡ you 

♡ literally you 

♡ he doesn’t have a type but if he did, it would be you 

♡ bc you’re reading hcs on tumblr rn and as yk, he’s a bookworm

♡ (and i believe wholeheartedly that he read fanfic/hcs on tumblr too. probably harry potter/hunger games) 

♡ and also you’re reading his hcs which means you like him and he’s lost himself to unrequited love too many times so at least he knows you’re interested

♡ so yeah you check all the boxes:

☑ fanfic reader/bookworm

☑ watches anime

☑ pretty

☑ sweet

☑ actually likes him 

eita semi

♡ big tiddy goth gf with thick eyeliner, dyed hair and chains

♡ big tiddy isn’t necessary - he doesn’t objectify women ✨

♡ but anyway, they should also be willing to step on his throat and break all his bones with their demonias, upon being asked politely 

♡ spit in his mouth plz 🙏

♡ also an elite music is a must for him

♡ oh! and they should be willing to share their clothes/accessories with him (he’ll share his too ofc)

♡ a few other things he likes are: piercings, those little eyeliner hearts under the eyes, pink blush, thick eyebrows, black/dark purple lipstick, guitarist, drummers, singers (literally any sort of musician), platform shoes, alternative fashion in general, ppl who do DIYs, ppl who sew & ppl who cut/dye their own hair

♡ oh and like suga he is a slut for intelligence 

♡ and for powerful/confident women !!

♡ don’t get that confused with financial power-

♡ like proper powerful ppl that flick off a bigot on sight 

#tobio x you #oikawa toru x reader #akaashi x you #akaashi headcanons #kenma x y/n #semi eita #yamaguchi x reader #sugawara imagine #sugawara headcanon #tobio headcanons #oikawa headcanons #eita x reader #kenma headcanons #kenma x you #yamaguchi headcanons #pretty setter squad #notenoughcube

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Hey Ho! :D

You will always find this post in my blog description.🥰

(Well, since there’s not really much information about me, here’s a post of things you’ve been interested in and some facts about me.)

(Thanks to the Anon for the motivation to do this here! <3)

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So, Hi! You can call me HBJ! I don’t want to mention my real name and age here. 😁

I started publishing my fanfictions here on Tumblr a little over a year ago and haven’t left since. xD

My mother tongue is not English, I am from Germany. So if you find some mistakes, please excuse it, I’m doing my best and still learning. <3

I honestly have no idea what to write here so, have fun, if anyone reads through this here. 😂 At least that’s a little bit of me. :D

>The Ask Box is always open. So feel free to ask a question if you are interested (but I want to warn you, I am not answering everything, but I will let you know in this case) < <3

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Let's start! ❤️🌹🎭

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First of all 10 Random Facts about me. This was asked by an anon. Here is the original post.

I’m a giant nerd, there’s no place in my room that’s not full of merchandise.

I prefer to read stories that are self-published, for example here on Tumblr or on other sites, rather than real books.

I have a problem with jackets, I have tons of them.

I usually dye my hair according to the colors of characters I like.It all started with green/purple - because of the Joker. And the last color I have at the moment is all green because of Joker / Loki from Marvel (Oups)

Almost all tattoos I have are about fictional characters (also Oups)

No one, really nobody knows what books/stories I read because that’s something very private to me.

I listen to music 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Also, it’s hard for me / I don’t like to talk about the music I listen to because this is very intimate for me for some reason.

When I watch a series, it’s at least 2 times behind each other, sometimes more often. But never just once.

Films that I watch for the first time and that excite me, I watch every second that I have time. When the movie is over, I start again unless there are several parts. But then I always watch my favorite one 500 times.

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Random questions from you.

(Asked by @procrastinatingrobin) -One place that you'd like to travel at least once in your life?

---- One of my biggest wishes is (what a cliché xD) New York. For example the “Joker Stairs”, which is one of my biggest dreams. *-*

I would love to travel to a lot of locations from my favorite movies/series.🤭

America in general is a dream for me (a German potato 😂😅).

But there are so many beautiful places to which I want to go. For example, I would love to travel to Tenerife. I know someone who lives there and every time I see pictures I get very jealous. xD

Unfortunately, I’m incredibly afraid of flying, so if that doesn’t improve, I’ll never get anywhere near these places.😫😂😂

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(Asked by Anon) How many tattoos do you have?😄

I love tattoo questions. 😂🤭At the moment I have eleven tattoos🥰

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(Asked by Anon) -What's your favorite animal?

Hmmm I don’t really know, I think they are dogs because I have a dog now. *-* But to be honest, turtles are so cool.🤔 My brother has a turtle named: Schiggy (based on Pokémon)🤭

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(Asked by Anon) -The stupidest thing that ever happened to you?

Ohhh hahaha there I have something good!😅Story Time with Hbj xD

Okay: As some might know, I’m a big fan of The Joker by DC.🃏Well, in 2019, the Joker movie with Joaquin Phoenix came to the cinemas and I was at the cinema premiere with my best friend. And the movie was absolutely amazing. I really wanted to watch the movie again..Aaaaand I was lucky because my best friend’s boyfriend also wanted to see the movie in the cinema so I went back to the cinema 5 days later to watch the movie again. I was so excited and so extremely happy that I trembled and could not stand still. xD And for these two reasons, I accidentally dropped my not really old phone. It just fell straight down on the stones in front of the cinema and the display was completely broken..Well, what can I say? I needed a new one.. 😂😅But the movie was still fantastic!😍🤭This is actually one of the stupidest things that ever happened to me. xD

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(Asked by @kyras-things) What are the little things that make your day happiest?

Oh that’s a really nice question! *-*Well, I have really little things that can make me happy. :)-It is enough for me when I wake up tomorrow and see my merchandise shelf😅 (This is right in front of my bed)This is for most something really small but for me really great and makes me happy. <3Other things are music, stroking my dog, messages on my phone, my hair color, my tattoos, when the sun is shining in the morning, coffee, riding longboard and of course (yes this is my absolute serious and not only so therefore said) tumblr and thus at the same time Duskwood. 💕I think these are the most important things. 🤭All I need is to see something that matters to me.😅🥰

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(Asked by @leetjep) Seriously....Do you ever sleep?

Very rarely😂 Last time I slept was in fall.😂

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(Asked by Anon) Ios or android?

Only related to the phone: Android.Yes, I stand by it!😂

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(Asked by @booklover-01040) Hello!I was wondering have you got any paranormal or creepy experiences? If no, then a nightmare that you will never forget.

Hey Ho! In fact, I haven’t experienced any paranormal things. Which is probably also because I don’t believe in that and I’ve found a rational cause for everything so far. (Important: I don’t believe in it, but I don’t say it doesn’t exist, I don’t want anyone to feel attacked)

And a nightmare I’ll never forget? In fact, I can’t think of any one. There’s a dream I’ve have since I was a kid: It’s about two little wolves trying to eat me. xD And I can even tell where that came from.

The movie to blame for this is: Twilight xD

Yep… When I first watched this movie, I was way too young, and as a child I was always very anxious. Just such things and horror movies in general were terrible for me (today it is actually no longer so) (Even the dream is no longer bad today and yet it has a bitter aftertaste of childhood.)

In any case, I was much too young and that did not let me go back then. xD But a really unsettling dream I had was: Well.. Do you know the Pink Panther? 😂

I once dreamed that the Panther “chased” me through an endless long corridor. It was an endless corridor in pink with countless doors. He sang the theme song and threw clocks at me…😅 And that went on all night until I woke up.

(This, by the way, had a trigger too. A German song (the rapper only took the melody of the title music and wrote his own lyrics. The text isn’t really cool though and that’s the reason)

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(Asked by @dreamer-writer-fangirl) What color is your hair?

Well, at the moment my hair is green🤭

Check HERE and HERE for pictures.

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(Asked by Anon) Is your brother younger or older than you?🤗

My brother is older than me.🥰

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(Asked by Anon) Do you have a nickname?

Yes, actually I have one. I can even say it because it has nothing to do with my real name. :D But please don’t laugh at me. 😂Well, I have the loving nickname: Little Onion. yep…My mom gave me that name for some reasons. 😂

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(Asked by Anon) some information about your dancing?😄 you mentioned it a few days ago💃

Yeah, well, I danced for 13 years, in different groups, also several groups at the same time. :D It was the hip hop/breakdance direction. But at some point I stopped because I didn’t enjoy it in the groups anymore and time was getting tighter. :/ Unfortunately, there was and is no real other groups here, which is why I stopped completely and now only dance for myself and just for fun.🤭

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(Asked by Anon) What's your favourite food ?

Uhhhm, I think everything with pasta is my favorite food.😂 I can eat noodles all day. 🤭🍝🍜Well, and of course, Pizza!🍕Pizza is adorable. 😂

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(Asked by Anon) What type of video games do you like to play?

I don’t really have a favorite type / genre, I don’t play video games that often. I’m actually playing what looks exciting to me without any particular genre or type. 😁🤭

But if I do, I guess I’m the most Nintendo type. So most of the games I play are related to Nintendo. <3

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(Asked by @mirajane01040-duskwoodmemes) Do you play... Minecraft?

I used to play a lot of Minecraft, but nowadays not so much, and if so, then only the mobile version. This is fun for in between and dispels the boredom. I even started building Duskwood several times, but never finished it. xD Well, yes, sometimes I play Minecraft.

Answer a few days later: Yes, I do!

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(Asked by Anon) If you could be a fictional character, who would it be and why?

Oh, there are a few. xDBut the three main characters for me: Evey Hammond because of V for Vendetta. Harley Quinn because of The Joker. And, of course, my MC because of Jake. 🤭I know, very superficial reasons but I hope they are enough for you, because these are the main reasons xD 😅🤭

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(Asked by Anon) Hey hbj i'm curiousFamily or a career? 😋

I choose the career.🤭 After that, there is still enough time, and who says that not both work?😉

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(Asked by Anon) do you like alcohol?🍷

No, absolutely no. Not a little bit.

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(Asked by Anon) What is your favorite drink?

If I don’t drink coffee, I only drink sparkling water, my entire life. I very rarely drink something different. Water for life! 🧊

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Either/or questions from you.

(Asked by @duskwood-legacies) -What would you rather see, Northern Lights or sky lanterns?

That’s easy for me🤭 Northern Lights! If you ask me.. that is magical! *-* (Well, unless it’s like “Tangled” and I get a Flynn Rider.. then sky lanterns xD)

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(Asked by @duskwood-legacies) -Strawberries or raspberries?

Definitely: Strawberries🍓 *-*

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(Asked by@duskwood-legacies) Do you prefer angst or fluff?

I think it depends on the general mood I’m in.🤔 I think the best is angst with happy ending.😁

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(Asked by@duskwood-legacies) Milk or cereal first?

Obviously: Cereal first! 😂🥣

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(Asked by @justubi) Would you rather have a nosy neighbor pr noisy neighbor?

Unfortunately, I have both. xD But if I could choose, I would opt for the noisy neighbor as I wear headphones all day anyway.😂

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(Asked by @justubi) Would you rather be poor but love your job or rich but absolutely hate your job?

One hundred percent and without having to think about: poor and love my job!I could never have a job I don’t like. This is a real horror imagination for me😂

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(Asked by @kyras-things ) Prefer to write fanfics or read them?

Oh that’s a really hard question for me! 🤔 I can’t really make up my mind, but I think I’d rather read than write myself. With stories of others I can better dive into another world and relax. 🤭Because when I write, five hundred other thoughts always fly around in my head and I have to decide how to write something etc.I love writing but sometimes I wish I only had to think about a story and it would be written on a sheet right away. xD <3

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(Asked by @leetjep) Would you rather have one eye in the middle of your head or two noses?

I take the eye in the middle of my head. 😂Then I would make the Jake eye as a tattoo around it, which would be really cool.🤭

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(Continues on new asks)

#It's me :) #personal #hbj talks #about me #have fun lol

[starlocked01]

Dyeing to Meet You

AO3

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary: When your eyes could be the color of any shade of hair dye, Roman is positively upset his soulmate won't change colors. Especially since his color of choice is black. Content Warning: brief mention of kidnapping

Day 27 Prinxiety, background Intrulogical- Your eye color matches the color of your soulmate's hair, even when they dye it.

Roman kinda really hated his soulmate. Most people had brown or yellow eyes. His grandmother had silvery eyes that sparkled in the light. Remus had been a bit surprised when his rosey auburn irises went bleach blond for 3 months and then disappeared completely for a week. It had been pretty good evidence his soulmate was on the swim team so he'd started flirting with all of them, looking for brown eyes with a silver streak.

For the past four years, Roman’s eyes had been jet black. They never lightened, never sparkled, and he was convinced they were costing him leading roles in the school productions.

Roman decided to get even with his soulmate.

First, he got his hair bleached. After two weeks of rehabilitation, he had his hair dyed a bright bloody looking red. ---- Virgil woke up and found that his eyes had changed from bleached to the coolest shade of red ever. It worked so perfectly with his favorite red and black eyeshadow designs. Anytime someone pissed him off, all he had to do was stare at them and they left him alone quickly.

His soulmate had the best taste in color. ---- After a month, Roman’s hair had faded mostly pink and his eyes were still demonic. Not even slightly less black. Perhaps red had been a bit too natural. Next, he bought a bottle of dye and went full purple. It was a terrible job but it had to get the message across. ---- Virgil loved his soulmate. The purple with streaks of pinkish-yellow was absolutely edgier than the red that had faded so quickly. He wondered why the colors were changing so rapidly after natural brown hair for so long but shrugged it off. Perhaps his soulmate was just exploring his own identity. ---- Remus had managed to find Logan once his hair started growing back in its natural color. He was probably more enthusiastic than Roman was about his soulmate. The jet black eyes were still bothering him. It was time to get drastic. ---- Virgil stared in the mirror. One eye was still purple but the other was green. A wide grin broke across his face and he hoped his soulmate kept this style for a while. It was a shame he hadn't found anyone with such wild hair colors yet. Patton was watching for him too but it wasn't easy to find a soulmate unless they did something crazy.

He really wanted to meet them though. ---- Roman was at his wits' end. Nothing got the message across. Nor could he find anyone with wildly colored eyes and jet black hair. He decided it was time for his most daring attempt yet.

He went and got his hair bleached again. After 2 months of getting it progressively lightened he finally had platinum blond hair and was ready for the ultimate revenge.

Full Rainbow.

Roman adored his new look, as gay as he could make his hair, and he laughed every time he thought of his soulmate with rainbow eyes he couldn't change. ---- Virgil had an aesthetic. His eyes were no longer playing by his rules and looked gay as fuck. He guessed his soulmate was a gay boy who was probably very very flamboyant. Well, he wasn't flamboyant but he could match the energy of his tie-dye rainbow eyes. He started wearing rainbow eyeshadow instead of black, citing his eyes as the reason why.

He smiled, knowing his soulmate couldn't get to him. He kept dying his hair black with bangs long enough to hide behind if he didn't want his splash of colors immediately seen. ---- Remus was amazed he'd managed to drag his no-nonsense boyfriend and utterly preppy brother to a music festival. Although he might have been the only one enjoying himself. Logan was standing stoically still as Remus tried to get him to dance along or mosh or anything.

Roman sipped on his drink and stared at the sea of dyed hair, frightened of what kind of person might be his soulmate when Logan pointed out someone and whispered to Remus. Remus dashed off into the crowd and came back dragging another boy about their age with jet black hair and long bangs, head tilted down, and a scowl on his face.

"Let me go! I don't know you and I will press charges!" the boy shouted as Remus brought him back.

"Oh hush up and let destiny work its magic," Remus scolded, shoving the boy towards Roman, "look Ro, he could be your soulmate."

"Remus, you should have talked with him first. That was kidnapping," Logan glared at Remus.

"Eh, what's a felony conviction when true love is on the line?"

"I don't believe in true love, can I go back to my friend now?" the boy stared down at the ground. Roman found him fascinating, everything about him was as black as his own eyes and his sour personality had Roman intrigued.

"What color are your eyes, stranger?" Roman tried to ask warmly. He could see the movement as the boy's eyes flicked to look at him through his bangs.

"Your head looks like a box of crayons, what are you even doing here?" the boy smirked.

"I'm here with my friends, Count Monochrome," Roman scoffed.

"I'm pretty sure you guaranteed I'm never monochromatic," Virgil looked up, tossing his bangs to the side, eyes and eyeshadow on display.

"Oh my…" Roman stared into dazzling rainbows that perfectly matched his hair. Logan elbowed Remus with a smirk.

Virgil laughed, "look, I really dig the purple, and the green, and the red, basically all of it. Please never go back to brown."

"Well, only if you change to something less terrifying!" Roman found his voice again and laughed at Virgil’s shocked expression.

"Wait, you don't like the black?" Virgil asked nervously fingering his hair.

"Look at my eyes and tell me you would," Roman scoffed.

Virgil stepped closer, staring into Roman’s eyes, "I love them. Your eyes look so cool and edgy and mesmerizing. Yeah of course I would like black eyes."

Roman stared back helplessly, breath caught in his throat because of Virgil’s colorful gaze.

"Oh just kiss already!" Remus interjected, snickering at the two.

"Pass," Virgil raised a hand and shot a look at Remus.

"Why not?" Roman asked quietly.

"Uh, we just met. I don't even know your name. And it's possible someone else out there has rainbow hair and black eyes so like, we can't know for sure, right? Not until one of us changes," Virgil took a step back, not liking that he had to explain his thought process.

"You're right, I'm sorry… would you be willing to test the theory with me?" Roman backed off. He liked this rainbow-eyed emo and couldn't put his finger on why, "I'm Roman, what's your name?" he offered a hand to shake.

Virgil ignored the offered hand, "Virgil, and sure. We can try. What did you have in mind, Roman?"

"Well, you dig the purple, right?" ---- Roman was much better at dyeing other people's hair than his own. Virgil let him bleach out a swath of black and color it with the purple Roman had leftover. They avoided each other’s eyes until the dye was set and Virgil had rinsed and washed it well. He came out of the shower with his black skinny jeans on and a towel wrapped around his shoulders, stained black and purple from years of use. Roman looked up and met his eyes.

Virgil gasped. Instead of pure jet black eyes, Roman now had purple irises rimmed in black, similar to his hair. And he thought they were just as stunning as before.

Roman quickly pulled out his phone to check and gasped as well.

"Sorry, if I had known you didn't like the black, I wouldn't have changed a thing," Virgil grinned as Roman stood and walked toward him.

"Thank you for trusting me, Virgil," Roman smiled and held out his arms for a hug.

"I'm just glad you were right," Virgil blushed but accepted the hug from his soulmate.

It was a lot more fun to decide colors together.

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