#NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK BUT NICE ART

[moonstruckme]

absolutely live for ur roommate!james could you maybe write one on him meeting some of readers friends for the first time or calling james to pick u up after a girls night 😇would love to see him finally feel “included” in our life like we are in his

Thank you for requesting lovely!

cw: alcohol

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │part 12 │ part 13

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 1k words

James is so absorbed in the football match on his phone that when there’s a tap on the window next to his face, he jolts halfway across the center console and squeaks like he’s twelve years old again. 

You’re beaming outside the car. Your shoulders shake with quiet, un-self-conscious laughter, so it’s impossible for James to be any kind of upset. Still, he makes a show of huffing a little as his own smile spreads. He reaches over and opens his door. 

“Sorry,” you say. You don’t look it, so he lets you off the hook for your over-apologizing. 

“Who do you think would drive you home if I had a heart attack?” James asks. He’s somewhat breathless, either because of the scare or the easier-than-usual grin still fixed on your face. 

You lean against the side of his car and roll your eyes. “Oh, your heart’s too healthy to be in danger of attacks.” 

“What are you doing on this side of the car? You’re the passenger, you know.”

“Okay, listen.” You give him a very intentional look. It’s more eye contact than he’s used to from you, and it makes his guts go all twisty in a surprisingly nice way. “It’s completely up to you, of course, but I think I’m about to make you an offer you can’t refuse.” 

It clicks into place. “You’re drunk.” 

“Not very.” Your grin is a short fall from impish. Your eyes sparkle. God help him. “But you’re about to be.” 

James feels his eyebrows float up. “How do you figure?” 

“Because I’ve come to collect you. If you want.” 

“To collect me…where?”

“Inside,” you say, as though this should be obvious. You tip your head towards the restaurant. “We’ve just closed, and we have so much wine. Pleasepleaseplease, James, come in.” 

“Okay.” He’s letting you tug him from his car before he knows what he’s agreed to, only that one please will always be enough to get whatever you want from him. “Alright, love, but doesn’t your manager mind that you’re drinking their wine?” 

You let loose a bark of laughter, loud and sharp and totally unlike you. “Tom? Yeah, right.” 

Tom, James learns quickly upon entering the rowdy atmosphere of your workplace after hours, is younger than the both of you, hardly old enough to serve alcohol and yet managing the restaurant. And the wine isn’t stolen, necessarily, but the fortunate leavings of a wealthy customer who bought more bottles than his table could handle and then left nearly all of them. 

Everyone who’d been on the night shift is strewn about the empty restaurant. Servers and busboys and dishwashers all perched on stools, standing behind the bar, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on tables. You take James by the hand, first reclaiming the bottle of wine you’d evidently stored behind the host’s station and then leading him around the room to introduce him to various coworkers. His hand feels warm and tingly. You have an easy repartee and a million in-jokes with the servers, but even the kitchen staff seems to adore you. As they rightly should, James thinks. It’s obvious you’re as kind and considerate here as you are at home, and he feels a bit silly for not having been able to picture you in this place so clearly before now. 

Art is working with you again tonight. It’s embarrassing, the warm wave of relief that James feels when he notices you don’t pay him any extra attention. He makes a mental note to extend his offer of a ride home more often. Every time your hand starts to slip from James’, you readjust your grip before he can even think of doing it himself. Suits him just fine; ever since your mugging incident, suddenly James is in this weird place where he always wants a hand on you.

You say his name, and then the lip of a bottle is being pushed against his lips. 

“You haven’t had hardly any.” You look like you’re trying to pout, but your eyes are smiling. 

James takes the bottle from you. He looks you in the eyes as he takes a sip as if to say, Happy? It’s barely enough to warm his throat. “I am still driving us home, you know.”  

The pout is getting better. “I know, but I’m trying to be fun for you. You don’t have to drive us if you don’t want to! You’re always the one doing the nice things.” 

“Oh, don’t.” His tone is fonder than he means for it to be, but luckily you’re too tipsy to mind. “You’re plenty fun. You do nice things for me all the time.” 

“Yeah, but not enough to balance out.” You make your eyes big and pitiful. James feels fortunate this isn’t a skill you seem inclined to utilize sober. “Obviously you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but—Jamie, don’t hold back because of me, please.” 

His stomach does an impressive flip. He doesn’t think you realize you’ve called him that, doubts you’d have done it under normal circumstances, but his nervous system cares not for rationalizations. He wants desperately to hear you say it again. 

You beam as James lifts the bottle to his lips again, taking a few hearty gulps. You both end up walking home that night, but you wake even before James to go retrieve his car in the morning.

[sassatoru]

Request for batfam x estranged daughter who looks like Batdad's mom Martha💔 she's more independent and has been raised by her mother's family who she is extremely close with, but when it comes to Bruce’s side of her fam she gets awkward and shy cuz she never really interacted with them and doesn't know how to approach them which leads to misunderstandings and angsty setbacks in bonding time. But for whatever reason, she gets along great with Damian and Stephanie as if they've been friends for years. Which causes everyone else to feel left out and a bit jealous when they see the trio hanging out having a good time.

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡

pairing. Batfamily x batsis!reader, slight Dick Grayson x reader

summary. Reader looks startling alike to Bruce’s deceased mother, Martha Wayne.

warnings. swearing, platonic jealousy, mentions of death, horrible parenting (its Bruce), reader is like crazy rich, reader is also 22 and dick is 26. NOT PROOFREAD

authors notes. hope this is what you envisioned. no part 2 so don’t ask

wc. 1.4k

It was Alfred who made the mistake first. Accidently calling you Martha first. He couldn’t help it, you just look so much like her.

Of course he apologised right after and then nearly had a heart attack when you smiled reassuringly, “its fine Alfred.”

A kind heart to match the face of a woman long gone. The elderly man just nodded in response, deciding too keep his mouth shut from then on.

Then it was Bruce. He completely froze the day he met you, froze and stared like a creep. “Holy shit—“ He was immediately cut off by your mother’s glare at him swearing in front of you. “Sorry.”

That day went on with you being shy and awkward around him and Dick —his newly adopted son— who didn’t seem to have any interest in you at all.

“Bruce Wayne,” the man kneels in the get to eye level with a twelve year old you.

“Uh—“ you found yourself string at your mother nervously, only deciding to utter your name after she nods.

Bruce tries to smile —could you see the way his smile didn’t reach his eyes?— at you, “pretty name.”

That was the first time he had seen you, and the last — unless you count the little run ins you’ve had over the years— until ten years later. You were twenty-two, and looked even more like his deceased mother than before.

Bruce found himself watching as you gave Damian tips on the perfect brush stroke to get a texture that would look more like a cloud on canvas.

You nod and smile —one of those encouraging smiles his mother (Martha) used to give him when he got something right— “that’s it. Just try to get lighter towards the end, gives it that fluffy feeling.”

When you had decided to contact Bruce yourself ten years later it had caught him off guard but he agreed. He watched as Damian took to you immediately, the ten year old boy milking you for that motherly affection he never got from his own mother.

The validation when you pat his head and smile at him proudly at his minor achievements, something was child's play to him and yet you were so proud because of it.

The warmth you gave when you smiled in encouragement, or when you’d chuckle softly at his annoyance about one of his brothers. His brothers, not yours as well. You didn’t Bruce’s other wards as siblings, they hadn’t tried to reach out to you so you decided not to bother them with trying as well.

You were nice not stupid.

Stephanie walked into the art room you and Damian had filled with art pieces. You chuckled when the younger girl groaned and draped her arms around you, whining about some inconvenience she had been victim to earlier in the day.

You patted her head and chuckled when Damian scowled at the blonde girl, “get off her you mongrel.”

“Damian,” you say sternly and the young boy huffs before going back to painting clouds. You dragged both yourself and Stephanie towards the couch in the corner of the art filled room and listened as she whined about her day. How Bruce had scolded her about a mistake she made on the field, a minor mistake that even who would make from time to time.

You saw the tears of frustration brimming in the girls eyes and you sigh. “It’s alright Steph,” you hum softly as the girl presses her face into your shoulder.

If Damian hears the blondes sniffles he ignores it, leaving the comforting to you.

None of you speak of Stephanie’s breakdown after it happened. Opting to ignore it afterwards and move on.

Dinner later is chattier than usual, both Damian and Stephanie sitting on either side of you, giving the other member of the family zero chance to gain your attention.

Across from you sat Dick Grayson, who tried to gain your attention but continuously failed so decided to annoy his other brothers. You’re attention is finally somewhere else when Jason growls in annoyance at something Bruce had said.

“It’s for kids Bruce,” Jason seems to be seething. “Children who don’t have the luxury of getting a meal everyday.”

“I can’t trust that the money will actually go into that cause Jason,” Bruce simply sighs. You frown at that, for the first time you speak up.

“Sorry to intrude, but what are you arguing about?” Your voice isn’t timid or soft, it’s stern and had an authority quality that has Jason looking at you in shock before replying.

“Charity thing I’m tryna do,” he begins to explain. “Wanted some money to buy an empty warehouse and build a place that serves food on a daily basis to homeless people.”

You hum in response, “it’s a good idea.”

Jason beams at the praise, “thank you.” And you smile in response, “how much do you need?”

The question catches everyone off guard, “sorry?”

“How much, it’s a good idea and I’d like to help.” You ask and Jason nods.

“Well i wanted it in a good area in Gotham, might help relocate people and stuff.” You nod taking in his words. “$300,000. I need that much.”

Jason shrugs nervously as you think it through, “done.” You smile slightly, “call me if you need anymore though. I’d be happy to help.”

Jason stares at you like you’re some kind of saint, “where are you going to even get that kind of money?” He asks nervously, surely this was too good to be true. You barely knew him, why would you give up that much money so easily.

You chuckle in response, “my dad’s rich.” You pause before adding, “the man my Ma married I mean.”

“So is my Ma,” you shrug. “I inherited it all when they retired.” Jason blinks a few times, as if trying to determine if you’re actually real.

“So would you say you’re richer than Bruce?” Tim asks and you glance over at him before shrugging. “Maybe? I dunno.”

Bruce watches from the head of the table, “she is.”

You raise a brow at that, “stalking my bank account or something?”

Bruce chuckles and shakes his head, “no. But I know your father and he’s been years ahead of me for a long time.” You snort in response, “sounds like him alright.”

The rest of dinner passes and you go back to talking to Damian and Stephanie. Jason watches you three from his seat beside Dick. “Why does she only talk to them?”

Dick pauses to look at Jason and puts his fork back down onto the plate, before glancing over at you who seemed to be nodding along to whatever Damian was saying.

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “To be fair we haven’t tried to exactly reach out to her as much either.”

Jason hummed in response, “demon brats a bit attached to her though.. don’t you think?”

“Guess so, pretty sure he looks up to her.” Dick says to Jason before moving his fork towards his mouth. “Like a motherly figure or something.”

Jason snorts and Tim looks over at them, “funny. He’s got two of his siblings substituting as parental figures.”

Tim chokes on his food before laughing, “now that you’ve said it.”

Dick rolls his eyes and chuckles, “leave the kid alone. He got a shitty deal of parents.” Jason snickers but he doesn’t deny it.

Dinner finishes quickly after that, and they watch as you let Damian drag you away, Stephanie following closely behind. “You must meet batcow.” Damian says before leaning in closer to you, to whisper in your ear, “Don’t tell father but there are ducks in my room.”

You wink at him and nod, “our secret then.”

The rest of the night passes and Damian is asleep by the end of it. You find yourself back at the front door, slipping your coat on deciding to go home. “Leaving?”

You turn around quickly to see Dick Grayson, an amused look on his face and a small smile playing on his lips. “I am too,” he shrugs approaching you and reaching for his jacket. “I’ll walk you,” he offers and when you nod he grins outstretching his hand.

Nervously you take his hand in yours and let him pull you along towards the front door, “I know a great view.. I could take you?”

You smile and shrug, leaving the decision to him, “guess we’re going then. I’ll warn you though it high up and its Gotham so don’t expect it to be too pretty.”

You chuckle and he keens at the sound, he finds himself wanting to hear it again, and again, and again.

“I won’t get my hopes up then,” you smile up at him.

He grins and leads you out of the manor and onto the streets of Gotham, that coincidently happened to quite peaceful that night. He silently thanked Bruce for fucking up again, he wouldn’t get this chance if he hadn’t.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[tac-the-unseen]

Gifts the slashers would enjoy

Fluff

Minor updates for formatting

Micheal Myers:

•Arts and crafts supplies

-He's enjoyed making Paper Mache masks most of his life. It's very likely that he enjoys other forms of art as well, but couldn't express that in the ward for fear it would be taken away.

-Dr. Loomis sucks

-Giving him art supplies now, would end up in him making his art in secret. He feels embarrassed to like such a simple thing. That shame is intensified if you ask to see it. He'll end up leaving it out so you can see it without directly showing it to you

•Candy Corn, circus peanuts, and Crunch bar.

-Are they his favorite? No. But they bring back good memories, and for Michael, that's enough.

-would spend a good chunk of time snaking on the sweets while you spend time with him

-Can be bribed into a lot of shenanigans with candy

•Homemade meal

-He rarely had anyone make him dinner. His mom being a ‘working’ woman ment that he had to fend for himself come dinnertime.

-Knowing that you wanted to, and found time to make him dinner make him feel that icky (Nice), bubbly feeling in the center of his chest

-minor Headcannon: first time this happened Micheal thought he was having a heart attack.

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Horror movie merchandise

-They're collectors. If you manage to get your hands on something they don't have, they'll give you anything you want in return.

-will trip over themselves trying to replay you

-Stu would actually kiss the ground you walk on if you ask

•Jewelry

-They both appreciate necklaces, bracelets, and RINGS

-Stu is a gold guy, Billy is a sliver guy.

-They’re like crows. Anything shiny will end up in their pockets. Imagine Stu showing off his rings like a newly proposed to woman. Fawning over the design and/or jewels.

•knives/knife sharpener

-They collect knives of different quality and look

-the better ones they use to hunt. The best ones and the weaker ones are put on display like trophies.

-No matter the quality you get, it's the fact it came from you but they care about

Thomas Hewitt:

•Flowers

-Thomas is a sucker for old ‘traditional’ romantic actions

-Seeing you hold up hand-picked flowers makes his heart gush. He thinks you look so precious, wanting to make him happy.

-sometimes he'll catch you, out of a window, picking flowers just so you can give it to him. He'll never tell you, and will always act surprised when you present the bouquet.

•Bones

-its simple and an abundant resource at the house. There's always bones somewhere, and Thomas knows how to use the bones

-They’re good for making repairs, as tools, and as decorations

-You 10000% have a bone bracelet that Thomas made for you when you guys started to get more serious

•Desserts

-Thomas won't admit it, but he has a sweet tooth. Why do you think Luda mae spends so much time baking?

-While a good pie is enough to send this man to his knees, any other baked good will do.

-He likes cherries and strawberries, but because of how expensive they are he doesn't tell anybody that it's his favorite. He doesn't want anybody ‘wasting’ money or resources on him.

Bubba Sawyer:

•Flowers

-Bubba loves flowers. Any kind of flowers is enough for him to let out squeals of happiness. He loves seeing them around the farm, and plants them around the house when he has spare time.

-So when you go to town and come back with a bouquet of flowers just for him, nearly crushed you with hugs.

-Keeps them alive for as long as possible then perseveres them in notebooks and in salt

•Quilting supplies

-Bubba is really good at handling leather. Those human skin masks are hard to make, and human leather is so incredibly delicate.

-On top of that, he is a family man. He want to make things that help his family. So he makes blankets!

-its a fine craft and perfect in enhancing his skills.

•Good old quality time

-He loves spending his time with you! If he could spend all day with you, he would.

-So sitting down and cuddling means that absolute world to him. He cherishes his time with you and it what he looks forward to everyday. It's why he wakes up in the morning. It's why he tries hard everyday. He wants to spend every day starting and ending with you!

Bo Sinclair:

•Tools

-If your in the workshop often enough, you'll know what ends replacing.

-Bo is as stubborn as stubborn comes, so he won't get new tools until they physically can't do their job anymore.

-If you get him new tools he will begrudgingly take them, but after an hour or two he'll find you just so he can thank you ‘properly’.

•Cigarettes

-The boy smokes

-Don’t know what else to tell you

-Will kiss you when you give it to him though

•Kids Toys

-Sounds weird, but having his childhood taken away from him leaves him wanting to fill up the gaps.

-when looking through a victim's car you found a two handed water ring-toss toy. when you showed Bo He just rolled his eyes and kept working on his Truck. You started playing with it when at the shop, even leaving it there on a few occasions. Every time you left it there, He would take it and sneak into the back room of the shop to play with it.

-it brought him immense joy. One day he forgot to put it back, and when you asked about it he berated you for losing your things and expecting him to keep track of your belongings. He never told you, and would rather die than admit it.

Vincent Sinclair:

•Art/craft supplies

-Its a given, really

-He very rarely get new art supplies (if you don't count corpses) so it’s nice to get replacements.

-Will take anything you give him, honestly

•Books

-Vincent isn't always making art. Sometimes art can get boring for him, or he hits a rough patch and doesn't know where to go from there.

-A book can easily help, Whether it's just something else to do or it helps him overcome his art block. He will oftentimes get up from his work space and find another spot to sit down and read.

-He loves it when you read to him. It's nice to just listen to something while you work.

•Hoodies

-with his combination of body issues and wanting to be cozy, A hoodie seems to be the best option.

-Even though it is hot in Louisiana, The cool basement and even cooler nights need a little warmth.

-loves the feeling of the softer cloth and with it being a present, makes it all the better.

Lester Sinclair:

•Lip balm

-Lester has a hard time with hygiene. No one ever really taught him how to take care of himself.

-So when you notice Lester had chapped lips and gave him some lip balm something in his brain short circuited. The fact that YOU want to help him, makes his heart swell.

-keeps it in his pocket and constantly reapplies it

•Car freshener

-Even with him blind to the smell of death, the hot Louisiana sun will intensify the foul smell 10 fold. You knew it was bad when you could smell the truck before you could see or hear it.

-You ran out of town and bought several packs of air fresheners for his truck. You told him that you do love him, just not the smell that lingers when he gets home from work. Lester doesn't want to make you gag every time he gets into bed with you.

-He likes the Strawberry, sugar cookie, and fresh linens scent best

•Dinner

-He’s not the ‘I better come home to a hot plate of dinner' kind of guy, but he really appreciates it when he does. Even though Bo is a semi-good cook, anything after years of having it will get boring.

-Having you cook for him (and most likely his brothers) is a nice change of pace.

-Will eat anything you cook. Whether it's ‘good’ or ‘bad’ he will happily eat it all.

Billy Lenz:

•Being read too

-Isn’t a physical present but he loves your voice. He wants to read but has A) a hard time focusing and B) has a hard time reading in general

-Having you read to him calms him down and gets him settled enough to sit still and/or do an activity smoothly

-Reading to him 100% makes him fall asleep in the end. And boy does this insomniac need it

•Crochet equipment

-After learning how to Crochet he can't stop. He runs through String like a mad man. He has made you 6 sweaters and increasing in quality over time

-Will give you a list of all the colors he wants and will wait patiently on your bed for you to come back.

-Gets ridiculous excited when he's given new supplies. Will be your lap dog for weeks after

•String lights

-Doesn't have to be Christmas themed, he just really likes the lights. Like a moth drawn to flames.

-likes to fall asleep with them on, it's like Billy’s own big night light.

-Has gotten too close to them and accidentally ripped them down. He tried to hide them so he didn't get in trouble, and actually cried when you found out.

Brahms Heelshire:

•Clothes

-You wondered why his clothes were so ill-fitting for a long time before you realized, that's his dad's old clothes.

-coming to that realization you manage to figure out his proper size and (after some minor fighting) when out to get him a much needed upgrade. When you came home he was waiting by the door, waiting for you. Giving him his new clothes was like telling him you would never leave again, he was ecstatic. He ripped the bags out of your arms and ran into his room so he could try them on

-He fell in love with the sweaters you got him, with a nice couple pairs of khakis. It wasn't much of a transition from his old clothes but that's just what he likes.

•Movies/Movie night

-The only movies he's seen are from his childhood, and he can barely remember them. His parents didn't think movies were healthy for a growing boy, so they only allowed him books to pass the time

-When you proposed a movie night he had a couple questions and even a bit of hesitation. “What if they melt my brain?” He asked with genuine concern. After you posed another question back “Why wouldn't they have melted my brain yet?” Did he trust you.

-You started with childhood classics before getting into the more ‘adult’ stuff. He loved every minute of it

•Picnics

-While Brahms isn't a fan of going outside, the garden is the only exception. You wanted him to go outside because orange juice can only do so much for a vitamin D deficiency.

-He said the only way he would go outside was if you had a Picnic and put his sunscreen on. Making sandwiches with chips and then lathering him in 80 SPF he went outside in a tank top layered with a crocheted vest and shorts, had him outside fairly quickly

-Now he wants a picnic every summer

Hannibal Lecter:

•Wine

-After dating for a while you started to notice where Hannibal got his expensive foods and wines

-you also noticed what he actually liked and what he was just experimenting with. While fruity and floral flavors were always favored, herbs and Nutty wines were much lower on his list.

-With that in mind you got a Cherry lavender wine from Greece. When you gave it to him he was actually shocked you were paying attention to his preferences. He told you most people just buy cheap wine and expect him not to notice.

-The wine you picked out now has a permit spot saved on his wine shelf.

•Paper bouquet

-Paper made into the shape of different flowers all wrapped up in another paper tying it all together. It's cute, classy (though he would never display it openly), and will never wilt!

-He had told you about the complexity of life using flowers as an example and how they wilt. So you decided to make flowers that can't wilt to not only sass him but to give him something

-He put them in a paper vase he made (in only what you can assume was) in his free time.

•Friendship bracelets

-What was originally a gag gift turned out to be one of his favorite gifts.

-You thought there was no way in hell THE Hannibal Lecter would wear cheap bright string woven together, but you were wrong.

-You had made some friendship bracelets out of old string you found in some old stuffed away box and laughed at the idea of Hannibal finding it in his desk drawer. So you did just that, just to come to the shocking realization that during a meeting with the F.B.I he was wearing it, hidden under his sleeve. You had a very hard time containing your laughter that night.

Will Graham:

•Quality time with you!

-Life has always been stressful for Will. So some alone time with you is always a great gift.

-No need for fancy dinners, events, or holidays. Just sitting down to watch whatever pops up on the T.V screen is enough for him.

-Bonus points if the pack joins in for a cuddle session!

•Handwritten letter(s)

-Having a man with a different then most emotional attachment style is hard. Will might not always what to be physically touched or poked at. Sometimes he doesn't even want to talk (Common coping mechanism for Autistic people)!

-But even when he gets like this, it's still nice to get some reassurance. You started writing him little notes around the house a while ago and slowly you noticed Will’s mood improving significantly.

-He found it very sweet that you were taking the time to meet him on a level he was comfortable with. The two of you don't speak about it often but the notes persist.

•New fishing gear

-anything fishing related is always an appreciated

-New lears, poles, vests, hooks, bait even. Anything even if he already has it, he will take it happily

-He’ll take you fishing with his new gear you got him and will happily teach you if you don't know how to fish

The Lost Boys:

•Jewelry

-All four vamps love jewelry of any kind

-All of them have earrings, bracelets, and necklaces so why not give them Something they can say they got from their S/O!

-David and Marko prefer bracelets, David’s gloves wouldn't mesh well with rings, and he thinks a necklace might make him seem less intimidating. Marko would chew on a necklace and worse could get caught during a fight. Rings would be damaged either due to said fighting and/or his painting. Bracelets are that perfect in-between!

-Dwayne and Paul like Rings for different reasons. For Dwayne Rings have that ‘marriage’ aspect to them. Not to say rings mean marriage, but historically speaking…it's like putting your claim on him and he's thriving for that.

-Paul likes rings to fidget with. He already has rings he uses as ways to occupy his hands when something or someone isn't. Will 100% show off his ring you gave him to the others.

•Gift boxes

-The boxes full of pictures, candy, and other meaningful things

-They all go feral over those boxes, especially the first ever box. It was filled with your own little doodles, candy you know they like, mini bottles of whiskey, and a note telling them about how much you care about them and where to meet you for the night.

-if you plan to do this more often make sure each boy gets to keep something or they WILL fight over it.

•ScrapBooks

-Memories bunch up and fade when you're a vampire. They can't always remember the little things, so having a book of all those memories they can look back at is great idea!

-You even found a creative way to include them in pictures! They can't be seen in photos, but they're shadows can! You take pictures under street lamps and make silly poses. You have a picture of Paul dramatically falling into Marko's arms while Dwayne and David kiss either side of your face.

-All those silly pictures combined with your and Marko’s creativity ends up in some fun, colorful, memories

Thanks for reading <3

(You know I write a fuck ton when It started glitching out. Like it would freeze while I was formatting it correctly 😭)

[kowbelll]

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I'm a little late, but here's more of the twins, Stiles and Stuart Stilinski! And bis thanks to @darkintothedawn for the inspiration! I couldn't have done it without your phenomenal ideas!

Word Count: 965

She couldn’t remember falling asleep, nor how she ended up so perfectly snuggled between her two favorite boys. She did, however, know exactly who was who, just by feeling them breathe against her. Stuart was lying on his back, his arm bent so that his hand held the back of his neck, creating the perfect nook for her head to rest on his chest. Her arm was already wrapped around his waist when she instinctively pulled him closer. Stiles, being the more deliberate twin, was behind her, spooning her and keeping her in a tight embrace while his nose stayed buried in her hair.  

When the three of them began dating, snuggling was sometimes more comparable to a cold war: no physical attacks, but verbal arguments and even threats about who should be where and what positions they should lay in. The poor girl had to be the mediator, begging them to compromise somewhere in the middle for her sake. They had been whipped since they first met her, so it’s no surprise that they listened, although somewhat begrudgingly.  

At this point, they have nearly mastered the art of going with the flow or, in other words, letting her get comfortable first, and then sliding in on either side, always taking turns facing her. Many things are like this in their relationship since their circumstances are somewhat unusual. 

As if on cue, they both lifted their heads to look at her and she looked between them in turn.  

“There she is,” Stiles said with an adoring grin. 

“It’s about time,” quipped Stuart. 

The last time she was conscious, Stiles was driving them back to their house after their date at the zoo. Seeing her beam about each animal as they wandered through the park ignited more love in their hearts for her. There wasn’t a single thing she could do that wouldn’t make them ruminate on her excessive amounts of ‘cuteness’, as they say. Apparently, all of that walking and enthusing tuckered her out, because she was out like a light, slumped against Stuart’s shoulder in the backseat. She figured one of them must have carried her inside and upstairs. 

“What time is it anyway?” she said before yawning. 

Stuart glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Almost eight.” His fingers traced random patterns on her arm, still wrapped around his waist. 

“Wow. I’ve been asleep this whole time?” 

“Yeah, it’s very cute,” Stiles said, nuzzling into her hair blissfully. 

“Again, with the ‘cute’ thing? Aren’t there any other words you can use to describe me?” As of recently, she’d been growing tired of their teasing insistence. ‘Cute’ was basically their new favorite word. 

“Nope. You’re cute, it’s time to accept it,” Stiles stated simply. 

“I’m not rejecting it!” 

“Yes, you are. And it’s not very nice,” Stuart added. 

She couldn’t believe they turned this onto her, yet again! The few times they actually work together are spent teasing her. Not when she asks them to stop bickering about nonsense, no, that would be too easy. They just have to throw a wrench in the works. 

“What!? How am I not being nice?” she exclaimed. 

“You know exactly how. Don’t try to act all innocent.” Stiles was too sly for anyone’s good. 

“I’m not-” 

“Oh, come on. We all know what you’re doing,” interjected Stuart. “You’re fishing for compliments! You know, your greed is gonna catch up with you eventually.” He wore a poker face that was convincing enough to make her face flush, turning rosy. 

Stiles lifted his head and caught a glimpse her warm pout and chuckled, saying, “Oh, don’t do that, you know we’re just messing with you.” 

“Whatever. I’m hungry.” 

“So that’s why you’re so grumpy,” Stuart started, but stopped and furrowed his eyebrows when he felt her begin to release herself from their holds. “Wait, where are you going?” He and Stiles both tightened their grasps. 

“To the kitchen. I’m hungry.” Her repeated words were blunt because, to her, it was obvious. 

“Woah, wait a damn minute, you can’t leave yet!” Stiles said. 

“Why not?” She narrowed her eyes at him, looking behind her. 

“Because.” 

“Because? That’s it?” 

“Yes!” he asserted. 

“What he means,” Stuart glared at his twin, “is that we... uh... really, really don’t want you to.” He wore a pained expression, knowing full well that his reasoning was probably only hurting their cause, and Stiles gave him the death stare right back. 

She sighed, beginning to move again, and he knew this meant he only had one choice left. “Ok, ok, we’re sorry, we’re sorry... Please don’t get up. Seriously.” He paused to think, then continued, "Hey, how about you stay here, and someone brings food to you?” 

The girl smiled slightly and began to relax into the bed again. “Alright. I can agree to that.” 

Stiles’ face lit up. “Perfect! Stuart will go.” 

Stuart’s eyes widened with rage. That scheming bastard! he thought, and he sat up with malintent radiating off of him, causing Stiles to practically duck, burying his face in her hair yet again. He huffed, knowing that he can’t beat his brother’s ass when their girlfriend is anywhere near him; he would not take that risk.  

He took a couple of seconds to relax (for now, he’d get his revenge after she went home), then leaned down to press a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Anything for the cutest girl in the world.” 

Seeing her soft smile almost made the trip downstairs worth it, but he knew tackling Stiles and throwing him down those same stairs later would cure him.  

As soon as Stuart left the room, Stiles pulled her impossibly closer, relishing in the few moments of alone time. 

“You know Stuart is going to kill you, right?” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

[princesssmars]

another one of my dreams that i have to write out because it flabbergasted me and two of my friends. but this time about hazel from bottoms.

ok, reader is the new girl at school. in my dream i was kind of a loser (accurate) but because i can write what i want (and i've read @ptolemaeacles cheerleader headcanons ten times) im changing it.

so reader is trying out to be cheerleader! it helps you make a few friends, isabel being the best one because she’s amazing, beautiful, and a little weird in a really endearing way. she finds you interesting, given your natural talent for dancing and how despite doing vulgar dance moves on the football field, off of it you can be a shy and sweet person!

because of this isabel, brittany and you are pretty much always together. and since they're popular and seen everywhere, that means you are seen everywhere!

which means hazel cant take a fucking break.

walking to sit with pj and josie during lunch and means almost having a heart attack when she sees you handing out flyers for the next school event, looking so ethereal in your cheer uniform she nearly trips over herself.

or when every morning she sits two rows over from you in math class, not so sneakily staring at you for minutes at a time while doing her worksheets.

despite being close to a genius, she thinks there's no way in hell you have ever noticed her. never seen the way your eyes will drift to her when she's sitting in the bleachers while, you're practicing, how you're heart will race when the teacher is calling names for project partners with the chance that the brunette could be in your group.

so sure you had a crush that was going nowhere, but you had a nice bunch of new friends, so people we're starting to like you!

all except one.

mrs. fucking barnes.

for whatever reason, your second period english teacher had decided on your first day to make your senior year a living fucking hell.

put a good amount of effort into an essay? you get a d minus!

want to share a comment you had about the book the class is reading? shut up silly, jeff is going to popcorn read and stutter over a basic sentence!

but one friday, you decided to skip class and the next week she went ballistic.

now, since moving to town, you had noticed that the people here were a little odd, regularly seeing a normal interaction or conversation go to the extreme in seconds.

so, when you're hovering over the toilet in the girls bathroom, a small thought in your brain that loves to say what if's asks: what if somebody bursted in here right now?

when you finish and stand up to pull your jeans up, only to be interrupted when the stall doors bust open with a loud bang! you think for split second that god can literally hear your thoughts and is making you pay for whatever sins you've committed.

those sins must have been fucking murder to make up for how mortified you felt standing in a cramped girls bathroom stall, your pants down with three people staring at you/

the first, mrs. barnes, wearing a look thats a mix between anger and regret.

the second is nettie brown, a girl you recognized from your art class who you remember complimented your heels and you did the same for her coat.'

and then, standing in front the sinks with eyes that look as big as fucking saucers, hazel callahan herself.

your brain catches up to your body and you manage to splutter out a string of curses and yells, forcing the door back closed as the teachers splutters out an excuse about someone telling her you had started doing weed in the bathrooms.

you hear her and some more shoes shuffling out of the bathroom, taking a minute to gather your bearings before you leave the bathroom. when you open the door again you rest your hands on the counter, your eyes closed as you take a breath. when you look up to your reflection, in your peripheral you see a figure standing awkwardly at the back of the bathroom, blue eyes avoiding looking at you.

"hazel?" you ask under your breath, turning around to look at her dead on. she flinches to attention like a child called to attention.

"uh...i just wanted to make sure that you were alright, what she did was really fucked up."

"oh," you mouth, grateful that after something so embarrassing this girl who you barely knew was waiting in a crappy bathroom to make sure you were alright. if it was possible your crush on her just grows. "thank you. that means a lot to me."

her face lights up so brightly you think it could light up a city.

"no problem! i mean, really who cares that much about weed, anyway? i've never cared about bush anyway-"

the room gets silent.

as she quickly rushes out an apology and leaves, all you can think about is how its weird you've been shocked like this twice in a span of ten minutes, and that you have got to ask hazel callahan on a date.

i made this a lot cuter than it was in my dream. i was in the bathroom, looking at these really nice coats on the counter ?? when the door opened, hazel just said "y'know ive never minded bush" and the sheer confusion made wake up.

i put my senior year english teacher in here because. i still hate that bitch.

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - Prologue

Following the attack on the USJ, the public scrutiny intensifies towards the heroes, with particular focus on the youngest pro-hero and daughter of Endeavor. Despite nearly two years of hero work, she shall be attending the UA and will undergo official hero training. However, she quickly discovers that being a hero was easier than navigating the complexities of a normal teenage life, especially when she finds herself falling for a stubborn, loud, and hot-headed blonde classmate while getting hated by her younger brother. 💠 Bakugo x Pro-Hero! Reader 💠 Reader is part of the Todoroki Family 💠 I don’t own any of the Art! 💠 Characters and MHA belong to Horikoshi 💠 Storyline belongs to me 💠 I follow the Manga/Anime - Spoiler warning!

A chilly breeze brushed past me, sending a shiver down my spine. A voice broke the silence from behind.

“Why are you watching this, PD?”

I didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice. There was something unusual in his tone—normally full of humor and confidence, now quieter and calm.

Inhaling the cool evening air deeply, I kept my eyes on the colossal screen in the heart of the city. It had been broadcasting the same footage for hours: the attack on the USJ, the failure of the Pro-Heroes to respond in time.

The villains had targeted the USJ, and the heroes hadn’t made it there fast enough. Some students were injured, including my younger brother. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was my fault. I had been on patrol, handling public relations for Endeavor, when my brother was fighting for his life.

I glanced briefly at the oversized chicken sitting next to me before returning my gaze to the screen, forcing a faint grin.

“PD, what does it stand for now?” I asked.

Hawks—Pro-Hero No. 3—sat beside me, uncharacteristically quiet but still carrying that familiar cocky smirk. He liked to taunt, tease, and give me nicknames that stuck.

“Isn’t it obvious, my purple dove?” he replied, his smile widening.

I rolled my eyes. Hawks never failed to amuse himself, even when he probably shouldn’t. “You know it’s not your fault,” he added, his voice turning serious. “I wasn’t there either.”

“You probably had some secret mission, right?” I shot back, my sarcasm cutting through the tension. “I was just doing patrol because No. 2 is too good for public relations. How am I ever going to surpass All Might if I can’t even protect Shoto?”

Hawks knew the weight of my words. He wasn’t much older than me, and he’d become a hero young, just like I had. He understood my frustrations better than most, which was probably why he had taken me under his wing. Hawks had taught me more than just combat—he had helped me stay grounded, helped me avoid becoming what my father wanted me to be. Over time, he’d become not just a mentor, but my closest friend.

“You’ll surpass All Might,” Hawks said, giving me a light pat on the shoulder. “But first, you need to go to school. You know, have a normal life.”

The news continued in the background, announcing that every Pro-Hero would now be required to attend an official hero school to be recognized and authorized. I stared at the screen, the words sinking in. That made my two years of public hero service effectively worthless. I’d never attended a hero school—I had earned my license by stopping a villain attack on my own, using my ice flames to protect my identity, ice that resembled my father’s flame mask.

Endeavor had been quick to capitalize on that moment, pushing me into the spotlight to further his dream of surpassing All Might. Now, none of it mattered.

I sighed and playfully shoved Hawks off the roof. As expected, he didn’t even try to fly and just let himself fall.

“Damn it, Birdbrain,” I muttered a bit worried, watching my hands flicker with the steam of my quirk. Ice began to surge within me, but just before I could let it loose, Hawks flew up at an incredible speed, grabbing my hand.

“That wasn’t nice, Dove. Were you trying to save me or freeze me?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He always knew how to push my buttons, especially when it came to my fear of heights.

“I’ll get you home now,” Hawks continued with a wink. “You don’t want to be late for your first day at UA.”

__________

I watched as he flew off into the night, his silhouette shrinking until it was nothing more than a speck in the dark sky. Turning toward my home, I noticed the lights were still on. A rare sight. I usually stayed out late, taking night patrols to avoid the awkward silences and strained conversations with my family.

“Is it true? You’ll join UA?”

Shoto’s monotone voice greeted me as soon as I stepped inside. He stood there, his face as unreadable as ever.

I nodded cautiously. “Just stay out of my way,” I said. “I won’t hold back for anyone—not even you.”

Shoto’s eyes flickered with frustration, but there was a determination behind them that I recognized all too well. He turned and walked away without another word, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind him. I watched him go, the memories of his bright smile and wide eyes surfacing for a brief moment before disappearing again.

Before I could get lost in my thoughts, I sensed another presence. My father.

Endeavor entered the room with his typical air of command. The tension in the air thickened immediately. He didn’t need to say anything for me to feel the weight of his expectations, the suffocating sense that I would never be enough unless I proved myself.

“You’ll be leaving the agency now,” he said. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it carried the kind of cold certainty I had grown to expect from him. “UA will teach you what you lack. It will make you stronger.”

I stood still, my eyes trained on the floor, refusing to meet his. My heart was pounding, though I tried to keep my voice steady.

“Stronger,” I echoed, my fists clenched at my sides. “Is that all that matters?”

There was a brief pause. He moved a step closer, and I could feel the intensity of his presence as though it was pushing down on me. “You know what matters. Becoming the best. Surpassing All Might.”

His words were like sharp needles, and even though I was used to them, they still hurt. I swallowed hard, trying to find something to say, but nothing came. The fear lingered in the pit of my stomach. Fear of failing him. Fear of him, even though I hated that I felt it.

“You and Shoto will surpass everyone. You’ll compete, push each other. That’s what it means to be my child,” he continued. His eyes, sharp and full of expectation, felt like they could pierce through me.

I bit my lip, holding back the words I wanted to scream at him. I could never say what I really felt—how much I hated this, how much I hated him. But I couldn’t stop my trembling hands from betraying me, couldn’t stop the anger that was threatening to rise to the surface.

But I didn’t speak. I just nodded, my throat too tight to respond properly. Then I turned away, walking past him without looking back.

__________

I went straight to my oldest Brother’s room. The familiar scent and quiet calm of the room hit me the moment I opened the door. I knelt down in front of his picture and lit the candle, staring at his face, the pain in my chest as raw as ever.

“I know I say this every day, but I really wish you were here.”

The words felt heavier than usual tonight. Toya had always understood me, in ways no one else could. He had believed in me, and because of him, I had believed in myself too. Now, his dream of surpassing All Might had become mine, not because I wanted it, but because I felt like I had to.

I couldn’t save him. I was too weak then, and even now, no matter how hard I trained, I still felt like that powerless child.

I blew out the candle and left Toya’s room, closing the door behind me. My own room felt colder than ever. I walked to the window, looking out at the moonlit garden, the shadows stretching across the grass.

__________

That’s when I saw it—a dark figure, barely more than a shadow. My heart jumped, and my quirk flared instinctively. My eyes glowed, ready to defend, but the figure vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

I stood there for a moment, scanning the garden, but the unease didn’t leave. The feeling of being watched stayed with me as I turned away and went to bed, though sleep didn’t come easily.

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[roomsofangel]

CHAPTER TWENTY — IS THIS WHAT THE POETS MEANT?

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warnings not really any i think of right off the bat

WRITING BELOW .ᐟ

you were nervous.

you attempted to rub your hands that were a tad bit damp from your sweat onto your clothes, face cringing before checking your phone for the hundredth time to check the clock. it was only two minutes ago that san sent his last message yet you were checking constantly as if he was running late to an important meeting.

‘maybe its not too late to back out..’ you thought to yourself, sinking in your seat as you messed with the strings of your hoodie, staring at the half drunk boba tea yeosang got you before walking you here. maybe you could ask zane for help, maybe even his soulmate felix could sprinkle in some baker wisdom. frowning, you pushed the thoughts aside and have to reluctantly commit to the cards you’ve been dealt

“you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that,” an amused voice spoke, it was airy as if he was out of breath but still had enough to laugh and tease, your head lifted to see san who slid off the hood from his jacket from his head, taking the seat in front of you.

“you’ll give an unlucky someone a heart attack just popping up like that,” you repeated in a similar fashion, lightly mumbling with a slight head shake which san replied to with another amused laugh, adjusting himself in his seat

you noticed how san was a lot more buffer than you remembered, but to be fair the only glimpses you caught of him were of him in distress or moving as if his life depended on it — now that you actually sat in front of him, you took in all his features and it made your stomach churn. why was your heart nearly falling out if your chest? is this was poets meant when they wrote about these metaphors?

taking note of his features, your eyes scanned his clothes and they nearly popped out their sockets at the notice of familiar color scheme, the both of you wearing a similar outfit with a similar palette, is this that soulmate telepathy or were you reading into it too much?

meanwhile, san wanted to make this fast. he had to. maybe it was the fact he knew exactly what could have been in your mind, it was only expected when he had the same thoughts. he knew this build up, he knew the steps that would be taken and it did not help that you were his soulmate at all. it was as if he’s seen this film before, but he didnt want to stick around long enough to even figure out if he would like the ending

“so.. baking,” your voice rung in his ears and filled his head, his face scrunching as he got back into reality and he looked at you, your face mirroring his own while your fingers messed with the straw of your cup.

he nodded, “baking,” he repeated as if he was some sort of parrot and looked around the spot on campus you two agreed on meeting at. the interior was nice, the amount of fake plants there were made him feel as if he was a sim and the player just needed to fill in some empty spaces but he didnt care too much for it.

“i was thinking we could do strawberry? with maybe a cream cheese sort of frosting?” you thought outloud, mentioning to san who looked as if he understood nothing while you continued going on, humming here and there while sipping your drink. “jongho and i were originally going to do different flavors and make some sort of art through it,” you snorted

and san hated how he found it endearing, and he hated how he found himself straightening his posture and not being able to stop the next words from flowing, “then lets do that!”

you looked at him, eyes blinking to process what he had just said before smiling a little. “oh.. okay! i could show you the ideas and what me and jongho took inspo from?” you offered and he couldnt stop himself from nodding, especially when your own happiness seemed to fill his entire body as well.

taglist (open) @puppyminnnie @atinytinaa @mingis-mizu @littlestarwoo @itstheghostofmypast

[moonliched]

Hi neighbour!

I hope you're resting up and staying hydrated! If I could, I would send you some nice soup, but alas you'll have to settle for virtual hugs. Be sure to take things easy and take your time :)

I gotta tell you tho, I Loved the latest chapter! 11/10, chef's kiss, giggling and kicking my feet while reading it. As thanks, here *throws silly little doodles at you*

https://64.media.tumblr.com/a66a59a26aa821818b31fb460e750437/ce9ff566088fe5a4-56/s540x810/db7f989790d7e5e4ea5a7975da94e81652288e3e.pnj

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https://64.media.tumblr.com/3c6598ea3979e1cf80f906c2efad3326/ce9ff566088fe5a4-d5/s540x810/8ad3fe2a3f47c56b82d5285779d8e8fbc3d8ec2e.pnj (I meant to send this after the last chapter but forgot-)

Also, you had like five of my posts (as of sending this) queued back-to-back and, though I didn't have a heart attack this time, I did nearly spit out my water when I checked my notifs. P.S. I loved your tags, thank you so much <3

yayyy virtual hugs!! i was sorely tempted to speedrun physiotherapy but sighhhh i guess since you sent me such a nice message i'll take my time :3

AAAAA THE ART LOOKS SO GOOD, i hope the links last forever so everyone can always see them!!! srsly i'm in love with shyboy Eclipse, poor Y/N looking so shattered, and Sun is such a cutie🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 i think this is my first ever time receiving a gif xD i'm so lucky you're so nice!!☺️ i like your art man what can i say!

have an absolutely amazing week💐✨

[just making these links easier for me to view😋]

[sah-crescentmoon]

Note: This was in my drafts for a while. I think I remember the idea to write this was with one of the many replies from one of my posts. These are two short omakes for one of my short stories. No art because I am lazy plus I don't have motivation at the moment.

Also, disclaimer for poor attempt of medically explaining anxiety and passing out because of it. I do not have medical knowledge and I am too shy to ask my boyfriend. I apologize for it.

All Eyes on You Omake (1/2)

The nurse frowned. Dalnim was no stranger to the infirmary room, and it bothered her a lot! She turned to look at the soldier and teacher. She was not happy either of them! And they seemed to know it themselves. The nurse turned to the teacher.

“You! You know how Dalnim is! You should have put a stop to it! I don’t care if it would be rude! His health is more important than some questions!” The nurse shouted. She then snapped her head towards the soldier. The soldier looked away.

“Don’t look away! Are you not taught be careful with interacting with civilians? You should have noticed that he was nearly about to black out! Could you not have talked to him after class?!” The nurse sighed. It didn’t matter if she yelled at them. The poor kid was lying unconscious.

The soldier looked towards Dalnim. “You’re right. I should have. I thought that I was only getting him to understand on what soldiers did.” The teacher frowned. The nurse shook her head.

“I should have stopped you. Dalnim has always been like this. He’s always been susceptible to fainting spells when it comes to any anxiety-inducing moments,” the teacher explained as she looked at the soldier.

“I still don’t understand how my questioning caused all of this,” the soldier muttered. The nurse smacked his head.

“His blood pressure is low. So, the sudden drop caused him to faint,” the nurse explained. The soldier shook his head.

“No, I mean why did he end up fainting. I understand his blood pressure drop. But, what caused that?” The soldier asked. The teacher seemed to be in agreement with the question.

“From my understanding, when someone has an anxiety attack or panic attack, sometimes the nervous system overreacts to the emotional trigger. Thus, it slows the heart rate down and the blood pressure drops too. It seems that being put on the spot triggered this,” The nurse said.

“Or better yet, it may be what that student said. He referred Dalnim as a traitor,” the soldier spat. He knew that any traitors were to be taken in and questioned. He really doesn’t like them. But it was hard to believe this kid to be a traitor.

“I doubt it. If he opposes the war, he may be someone who wishes for it to end in a more diplomatic manner. Rather than a victory from death and bloodshed,” the teacher said.

The conversation soon ended. Both the soldier and the teacher had to return to the classroom to be with the students. The soldier also had to finish answering questions for students. The nurse remained in the infirmary. She took one look at the young hedgehog.

“Will he be, ok?” She asked herself.

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All Eyes on You Omake (2/2)

Jaeyoung was worried. And he wasn’t the only one worried. He and his classmates have always known that Dalnim was not the strongest emotionally. So, for Dalnim to faint it was no surprise. But it never failed to cause them to become worried for him. Jaeyoung sighed as he turned to Sungyun, the classmate who had called Dalnim out.

“Seungyun! What was that about?! How could you do that to him?!” Jaeyoung shouted. Seungyun was taken aback at being shouted at. But he did not back down.

“What? It’s true. He doesn’t support the war and thinks we have to be nice with the enemies! Only a traitor would think that!” Seungyun shouted.

“So? He has his opinion, and we have our own! And our opinion right now is that what you did was so mean!” Jaeyoung shouted back. It is true that Dalnim’s views were a bit confusing. But none of that made him a traitor! Like everyone else, he still wanted peace. So, Jaeyoung just could not understand what Seungyun was saying. Seungyun rolled his eyes and ignored him. Jaeyoung sighed. He hoped that the day would just end soon.

Jaeyoung ran back to the share room he had with Dalnim. The two never really spoke to one another as Dalnim seemed to always lock himself up in his room. However, this time, Jaeyoung will talk to him! He needs to make sure he is ok. Jaeyoung knocked on the door. No response. “Dalnim? I’m coming in!”

Jaeyoung opened the door. Dalnim at his desk reading one of the textbooks. Jaeyoung stood beside him. “Hi, Dalnim. Shouldn’t you be resting? You can study later. How about we grab something to eat!” Jaeyoung said. Dalnim glanced at him and shook his head. Jaeyoung sighed. Dalnim was always the hardest person to talk to. He never spoke a word and sometimes it was annoying. But, right now, he needed to get Dalnim to something that will truly get his mind off of earlier events. “Ah, come on! It’s better than reading!” Jaeyoung shouted. No response. Jaeyoung then grabbed Dalnim and pulled him out of the room.

The other students looked up when both Jaeyoung and Dalnim entered. Jaeyoung could feel Dalnim trying to pull away, but he pulled him forward. Dalnim looked at him and he seemed bothered. Jaeyoung decided to ignore it. After all, Dalnim needed social interaction!

“Dalnim, are you ok?” One student asked. Dalnim nodded. He looked away. Jaeyoung frowned. He always did this.

“Are you sure? We got worried since you fainted again,” another said. Dalnim still refused to respond. Jaeyoung looked at his classmates who seemed annoyed, but still concerned. That is when Minji, someone who only moved here 3 years ago got up.

“Dalnim, please talk to us! We’re all like a big family, so you can trust us,” Minji said. Everyone stared at Minji. Jaeyoung frantically shook his head. Oh no, Minji didn’t know about Dalnim’s family! She didn’t know that his parents were gone and his relationship with his sister is strained! Minji looked confused. “What did I say?”

“Family? Family doesn’t mean shit to me,” Dalnim hissed. Jaeyoung gasped. Cussing wasn’t common for the people in the village, and it was even less for Dalnim. He’s pretty sure the worst he said was damn. Minji seemed to have gotten offended.

“What? Family means a lot to everyone. How could you think like that to your own? They’re the ones that are always there for you!” Minji shouted. Another student grabbed her and before they could say anything…

“Good for you! Good for everyone here! But sometimes… sometimes someone’s family can be the one that hurts them the most!” Dalnim shouted. Everyone stopped talking. It has been a long time since no one heard Dalnim’s voice clearly, but no one expected to hear it again because he was shouting. But what made them go silent was Dalnim’s facial expression. He was crying and the hurt look in his face was too much. The student who grabbed Minji whispered something in her ear. Minji gasped.

“Dalnim, I-I’m sorry,” she said. Jaeyoung watched as Dalnim apologized and then ran off. Jaeyoung wanted to chase after him. Reach out to him again. But the painful look on his face had made him stand so still. What could he or any of his classmates do? He doesn’t know if he would ever regret not chasing after him.

(Spoiler: yes. yes, he would regret it)

[nevermindirah]

Booker vibes hard with scifi. he has so many visceral sense-memories of reading early scifi novels as the genre developed in his first decades of immortality. all the dystopia speaks to him for obvious being God's chew toy reasons, but there are times over the years when hopeful scifi stories boost him emotionally in a way no amount of good deeds or warm hugs seem to manage.

so by the time he gets stoned and goes to the movies in 1977, he's ready.

he falls hard for Han/Leia. he too was a scoundrel who fell in love with the coolest and smartest girl around who somehow found his scruffiness charming. he too came of age and put down roots amid galaxy-shaking political and social upheaval. but Star Wars was so safely cartoony in its far-away galaxy that he found he could earnestly enjoy how hopeful it was.

over the years he tore through the novels, he picked up fan magazines here and there, stopped by the occasional con. when he discovered fanfiction, hoo boy. he wrote over 100k of Han and Leia's snarky, sappy, smutty, blaster-heavy post-RotJ adventures in like the first month alone.

decades later, he very nearly had to leave the theater when Kylo Ren killed his father.

some of those same decades later, Nile. she's only 5 years old when Episode I comes out and by the time she's old enough to sit through all-ages blockbusters the prequels have been so ragged on that she doesn't bother. maybe she catches some of the original trilogy on cable at some point but she doesn't particularly connect to it.

Star Wars becomes relevant to Nile when she's in her figuring things out after high school era and she hears the guy from Attack the Block is gonna be in the new trilogy.

rip Finn's character arc and everything else that could've been so good about the sequel trilogy, but there's still some stuff to treasure there, and Nile — well.

a few months into immortality she does a marathon of the whole Skywalker saga. it's fun and silly and a way to spend a few days. the others pop in sometimes to watch with her but for the most part she's enjoying her own private screening. then she sees Rey all alone in that AT-AT carcass and suddenly she can't stop crying. Finn's storyline is just as wonderful and frustrating as she remembered, but the way he and Rey keep finding each other, keep fighting for each other — yeah.

suddenly she's WRITING. she's usually been drawn to visual arts when she has the time and interest to create, but here she is now, writing tens of thousands of words at a time, pouring her heart out through these two space orphans who have living family they just can't get back to and through a lot of galactic bullshit manage to build a new home in each other.

she starts getting regular comments from an ao3 account with a hilarious mishmash of works in a bunch of different fandoms going back years. there's some original trilogy fic on this person's account all dated the same day in 2009, and when she reads one, an intricately plotted and super romantic Han/Leia mission fic, she notices details that make it seem like it was written before the prequels came out.

the comments get longer. she and her commenter start chatting on discord, about their blorbos and fandom drama and increasingly just life. to the extent that Nile can tell anyone about her life, that is. it's nice, having an online friend.

then one day Booker fucks up. he lets a too-specific detail slip. Nile laughs in disbelief, types into discord "hey uh if I'm right about something, pick up your phone," and then she calls him.

years later, Booker will finally admit he did a little hacking to double-check it was her before dropping that purposeful slip. then he'll write Nile a lightning-hot fic where Finn introduces Rey to holonet cybersex.

[wwaheoh]

"Debt Collection", HSR, SFW, (Attempted) Comedy

a/n: based on this art, love their HSR comics! don't usually do anything with comedy so hope this was okay!

Sitting in front of, arguably one of the most powerful women in the universe, the Trailblazer listened to her as she directed them to become part of their army of debt collectors. Why? For money of course. Not that they were running low any time soon, considering the Astral Express’s stock in Penacony, but just one revenue source wasn’t enough, so a second one was needed: a full time job. More money = more pulls after all. 

But who to recruit to aid them on this mission? They had many friends who might be of help, namely Topaz, but taking one of the Stonehearts to help them with something they’d usually pass off to grunts would be a little… controversial. To say the least. 

Who else did they know who could help with negotiations? Himeko? She’d be worried about the Trailblazer, thinking that she’d not been giving enough in allowance- when in actuality they’d just blow it in gacha games and then dig the trash for anything edible, that or compete in an eating competition. Asta? While she was really good at manipulating people handling people socially, Asta would probably just give the Trailblazer a bunch of money. They didn’t want to make Arlan’s life even worse- nor did they want to accidentally take advantage of their friend’s generosity (and their slight ignorance of how much money they really had compared to what was normal). 

After sifting through their contact list, ruling out names for various reasons- ranging from too nice to child- but then again they didn’t know if the IPC was against child labour, best not to risk it- they finally settled on two names. Ruan Mei, a prominent member of the Genius Society, and Huo Huo, a timid ghost heliobus-buster. One having had drugged them on their first meeting and whom recreated a weaker version of the Emenator of Propagation- nearly killing them and the thousands of scientists aboard the Herta Space Station had it not only been able to exist for less than a minute before being crushed under the weight of its own existence, and a fox-girl who would get a heart attack asking for extra ketchup packets. 

Perfect team for collecting outstanding debt from those marked by the IPC.

So, using the teleporters powered by fragments of the Trailblaze, the Trailblazer made their way to the Herta Space Station, with the hopes that Ruan Mei wasn’t off at the borders of space doing gods knows what. 

She was! Thankfully enough, spending time with the beans like the Trailblazer suggested she do. She was performing experiments on them but knowing her creation’s want for Ruan Mei’s acknowledgement… should be fine. 

Knocking on the doorway as they entered, “Hey Ruan Mei!” Said person looked up from their papers, waving to them. “Ah, hello. How may I help you?” “Wellll, I recently got a job and they said I should get some help. You were my first person to go to!” She was actually the 51st.

Nodding, she set her papers down before standing up. “Well, new experiences may help me come to more theories and aid in the progression of my studies.” “So, you’re in?” “Yes, just let me get a few things beforehand.” 

Next on the Trailblazer’s list was the Xianzhou Luofu, specifically Fyxestroll Garden, where they usually met up with Guinaifen, Sushang, and Huo Huo during their work as heliobus-busters. However this time they only called Huo Huo.

“H-hello?” She called out to the foggy nothingness. “She ain’t gonna sneak up on you!” - ah, there goes their first plan. Making their way back to the entrance, the Trailblazer made themselves known to the Foxian and her heliobus companion, Tail.

“Uhm, what did you need my help with?” The Trailblazer explains the situation to them. “Ah! I don’t really think I should, I still have a lot of work to do here-” “I think we should go!” “What- but-” “Ya need more experience dealing with people. Think of it as fear training.” “Oh.. but I have to tell Hanya!”

The Trailblazer raised the phone screen to the two, showing Hanya’s response to them asking to take Huo Huo out for a bit. They agreed, lamenting about how with Tail taking up residence in their tail, that she had been robbed of the socializing that she should have been exposed to from a young age. This was good for her, even if it was unorthodox. 

Huo Huo would become a debt collector! Woohoo!

she sorta wished hanya told them no…

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The first stop was a highly advanced techno-based world. Flying cars, robots hovering about, bad pollution. It checked all the boxes of a planet that progressed without thinking of maintaining. 

Following directions on her phone, they wandered about, sometimes stopping whenever the Trailblazer wanted to do some “treasure-hunting” or Ruan Mei attended to something in her bag- speaking of which,

“Um, what do you have in your bag? Miss Ruan Mei.” The timid foxian spoke up, their curiosity overpowering their fear of the scientists' calculating gaze. “Ah, nothing of concern for now. In fact, it will prove invaluable later on, must we require it.” “Oh.. okay.” 

They arrive at the doorstep of the first debtor. An Intellitron named Emmanuel Goldstein III, owing the IPC over 20k credits. He’s been noted to be very argumentative and aggressive, always somehow escaping. 

Knocking on the door, the Trailblazer stayed at the front, with the Foxian to her side, and Ruan Mei on their flank. For a few seconds there was nothing before several locks from inside the building were unlocked. Slightly opening the door, a golden head peered out from the narrow crevice. 

“Hello? May I help you?” They spoke, a metallic tint to their voice. 

“Yeah, we need you to pay up.”

“Pardon?” 

“That loan you took out for the IPC? They want it back, plus interest. Straight from the top.”

“Give me a moment”

The Intellitron closed the door swiftly, slamming it before reapplying each lock with a resounding click. The quartet waited for a few seconds before the sound of glass shattering and a heavy body hitting the ground. 

The Trailblazer looked to their companions. “That could be anything right?” 

A loud but distant voice yelled, “You’ll never catch me alive!” 

“Go get them you idiots!” Tail yelled out, causing the Trailblazer and Huo Huo to scramble to catch up to the Intellitron. 

They very quickly found how deep the city ran, with alleys upon alleys, crowds of people all in their way. It took a while until they were able to catch up to the Intellitron, having been able to locate him by his constant antagonisation of them- literally yelling into the wind. 

Finally the trio cornered the Intellitron at an unfinished bridge overlooking the city. Both panting, with Huo Huo feeling as though they were about to fall over from exhaustion. “You! Hah- stop!” The Trailblazer yelled. 

The Intellitron looked to the exhausted trio, weighing their options before beginning to chuckle something sinister. 

“You fools! A drop from this height would kill organics like yourself- but to a synthetic lifeform like myself, it will only require some minor repairs!” They stepped back, nearing the cliff. 

Then, a giant shadow enshrouded them all in darkness. A giant bug the size of a one-story building, even the sight of it made anyone’s heart skip a beat in fear. A smaller version of the Emenator of Propagation, King Skaracabaz. The very beast the Trailblazer had fought within the depths of the space station.

‘What is that!?” Both the Intellitron, Foxian, and Heliobus screamed- though the last added a few colorful words. “It is a scaled down version of the Emenator of Propagation.” The scientist spoke calmly, a pastry in her hand as she sat on the head of the scaled down universe-threatening bug. 

“Why did you bring that!?” Now in unison, the Trailblazer and Intellitron. “To aid in debt collection of course.” The scientist replied. The Intellitron looked at the Trailblazer with as much incredulous emotion as it could. “She’s not joking” “Why would I be?” 

“I’ll give you whatever you want, just get her away from this solar system!”

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As much as the Trailblazer would loathe to admit it, the tiny (in comparison) bug would prove to be a great way to convince debtors to fork over the cash. Not even needing to be told that it was a synthetic incarnation of an Emenator, many people seemed to be scared of giant bugs, 

Ranging from people who tried to skimp on paying by running, bigwig CEOs who thought they were somehow too big for the IPC to get them, it was easy to go through the same routine. The Trailblazer would knock on doors, then either them or Huo Huo would speak to the debtor. Then if it were a case of just talking, Huo Huo was up- with Tail intervening in case they became aggressive. It was until they ran or started fighting with more advanced tactics than just street brawling did Ruan Mei and her creation show up. 

Though after some time passed, so did the synthetic Emenator, also being crushed by the gravity of its existence. It was a little traumatizing for the trio to heart it’s screaming before being covered by the bug’s blood and guts. 

All in all, as they reported to Lady Bonajade, they were crowned with the exclusive and incredibly sought after, “Employee of the Week" and minimum wage.

[starsfic]

"what do MeAN i need sand to use my magic?!"

"What do you MeAN I need sand to use my magic?!"

Alma tried not to frown as they stepped into Brunito's room. She could already imagine the sand particles getting all over Casita's floor and all over her poor son. Said poor son looked around the bedroom, which was thankfully the right size for a five-year-old. She'd nearly had a heart attack when she saw how big Pepa's room was.

"It's empty," her redhead child chose to say at that moment. "It's so boring."

"Pepa!" Julieta, always the fair child, said. "Be nice! It's..." Both her and Bruno turned to see the eldest triplet look around, her Pedro's big brown eyes looking for something nice to say. "LOOK!" She pointed at a shelf. "Look, Brunito, you can put your vision there."

"Ooh!" Alma clapped. "It'll be like a little art gallery." The green glass image Bruno held of the future, the triplets beaming with cake in their mouth, was a piece of art. She knelt and smiled at her son. "What do you think?"

Bruno hummed, looking around. Something seemed to settle in him and he nodded. "Can you lift me up?"

Alma already was wrapping her hands around him.

"Always."

[resi4skz]

CHAPTER 5

Pairing: idol!Chan x Rebecca Greywood (OC)

Warnings: none for this chapter

This is purely fiction!

Cover by: @3rachasdomesticbanana

Standing across the one building that I'll be soon familiar with starting today. Yesterday was a long day and I finally got to meet the boys. The boys were very humble and friendly. I sip on the iced coffee in my hand as I open the camera app on my phone. I angle the phone to snap a good picture to send it to Luna. Except the sun was so bright today and the camera wasn't capturing anything good.

"So who do you want to see come out those doors?"

I nearly jump out of my skin and almost drop my phone. I whip my head to the right and see blonde hair with blue and pink streams and a face mask. He turns his head and I can't tell if he's smiling. "Holy fu-" I cover my mouth. He chuckles and I don't think I've ever listened to such a sweet laugh before. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright. It happens when people see me," he replies. "So who were you expecting to see come out?"

You....is what I want to say. "No one, really. Just wanted to take a picture to send it to a friend."

"I see." For the next few minutes, we stand watching people walk by and cars pass by when he finally speaks again. "Becca-ssi."

"Please. Just call me Becca."

"Becca." The hair on my neck stand up.

"Ne?"

"Do you live alone?"

"Yes, I do. Why?" This was a very random thing to ask.

"You don't seem like the type of person to live by yourself. No family?"

I blink twice and think before answering. Why is he asking all of a sudden? "Mom died when I was 7. Dad remarried his mistress and now he lives with her and her son. That answer your question?"

He looks at me like I have 2 heads. "Yeah. It does."

"Okay." I tuck a hair behind my ear. "It was nice to see you again but I have to go." I bow and take my leave. My heart hammering against my chest didn't help at all.

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A couple of months go by and I start to get used to my job. I soon learn that the boys dyed their hair again. Apart from Chan and Felix where now fully blonde, the rest of the boys had black to dark brown hair. It was for their Yellow Wood special album. I was still the main MUA for Chan, Felix and Han except another MUA got assigned to Han so I still left with the aussie boys. It was a relief actually on my part since I could communicate in english with them.

But something about Chan made my stomach did turns every time I did his makeup. I summed it up to being in such close proximity but even then, I only felt my tummy turn when it came to him. His face structure was perfect. The chiseled jawline was built like a greek god. And his eyes, even though they weren't symmetrical, they were perfect for eye makeup. And his skin? Flawless and smooth. He had little to no blemishes. It was a wonder to why everyone envied the boys of their bare faced.

The boys were having their lunch break in the makeup room and chatting about random things when the topics of boxing, anime and art comes up. I automatically tune into their conversation from where I'm standing.

"We need to have a boxing session soon."

"The computer that I have needs to have a better graphics card."

"Hyunjin-ah, maybe try getting different brushes to make your paintings have a different look maybe?"

"Speaking of which, has anybody here watched The Attack on Titan yet?" Everyone goes quiet at Han's question.

"Eh, I want to watch it but it doesn't seem appealing to me," Seungmin says as he takes a spoonful of curry.

"I've watched the first episode and it looks good," Changbin says.

"Let's ask the staff later," I.N. asks.

It goes quiet for a few minutes and I go back to sorting out the makeup in front of me. "Why not ask now? Noona!" Han calls out. I turn around slowly and see their eyes all on me.

"Ne?"

"Have you watched Attack on Titan?"

I watch as they wait for my answer. "Yes, I have. But I still need to watch the second season." The way Han's eyes lit up, I swear it was the cutest thing ever.

"So who's your favorite character so far?" Han was like a kid excited to be finally given a lollipop.

"That would have to Levi," I say proudly. But I blink as a pair of eyes stares at me. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Huh. And here I was thinking you were going to pick Eren," Han replies, his cheeks full of food like a chipmunk.

"Ehhh, he's a badass but Levi gives off that bad boy vibes." I glance at the people in front of me. "Although, I have to give it to Eren since he can turn into a Titan." I watch as a pair of eyes are on us as we converse about the anime. When I glance up to see who it is, it's none other than Chan with a smile on his face. "I actually wanted to ask you all something. Do you know a good art museum in Seoul? I've been meaning to go to one."

It was Hyunjin's turn to look up. "You haven't been to one? I can name a few you can go to."

"Thank you," I smile. Now that I have their attention, I may as well ask.  "Do you all know where I can get some boxing gloves?"

"Wait, you box?" Changbin asks, surprised as Chan looks somewhat interested too.

"Uh, no," I reply, shaking my head. "But I want to take some lessons in it." I turn back around and go back to my previous task when I accidentally hit a bunch of lipsticks. "Dammit," I mumble under my breath and bend down to pick them up. Suddenly, a hand reaches at the same time and I look up to see Chan picking up the lipsticks. "It's okay, I can pick them up." How did I not hear him coming over here?

"Nah, it's okay. It's the least I could do for making the boys smile," he smiles as he hands me the lipsticks in my hands. We both stand up and there's a sudden awkwardness between us.

"Well, I'm glad," I smile. "I like to make people laugh and smile."

"Thank you. They were a bit nervous for today's performance but talking to you made them feel a lot calmer."

"Oh, well. You're welcome." I bow my head and keep arranging my supplies and as soon as I hear him walk away, I fan my face with hand. Is it me or is it hot in here? Why did they all have to be so good looking?

I wrap up everything while they go to perform a few songs. Eun Ji, one of the staff members, asked to leave my phone number for the boys since I was one of the main MUAs now and they would need to contact me in case of an emergency. I gladly gave it and since I was done for the day, I decided to head home.

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I was cooking spaghetti and meatballs with light music playing in the back. It was nearing 8pm. "Luna, do you want a plate?"

"Yes, please! With extra cheese!" She yells from her room. I make her plate and grate extra parmesan on top and place it on her side of the table. I make mine with more sauce and sit down with garlic bread as Luna takes a seat axross from me.

"So how was working with the famous Stray Kids?" She asks and I sigh, as I take a bite of my food. "That bad, huh?"

"No, it's just....Chan gives me these vibes that I can't seem to shake off."

"What do you mean?" She asks before taking a bite of garlic bread.

Before I can answer, my phone chimes. A group chat? I click on it and I let out a small gasp. It's the boys. They created a group?

Hy: anyeong becca~

R: becca, eun ji gave us your number

F: noona, do you like brownies?

"Oh my god."

As I'm typing my reply, I see the others messages pop up in the group.

R: guys...

I: oh she speaks!

Hy: noona!

F: i'm making a batch so i can bring it tomorrow

R: goodness, you guys are so sweet that my teeth hurt

C: oh! Good one.

S: oh grandpa is here

I: don't you have work to do, old man?

C: yah!

I giggle at the messages and look up to see Luna with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, sorry. The guys have me in a group chat."

"Oh? Anything interesting?" She asks.

"No, just boys being boys," I replied as I type on my phone.

R: atleast hes taller than some of you

H: oop-

B:....wow

C: LOL hahahahaha im crying

"Don't fall for them."

I look up. "What?"

"You work for them. I don't want you to end up with a broken heart."

I raise my eyebrow at her. "Would you relax? It's not even my first week in and you're already predicting things."

She rolls her eyes at me and goes back to eating her food. As I'm about to put my phone down, it chimes again. This time it's a message? I open it, my eyes wide.

C: hey, i wanted to apologize for the boys if they get too hyper

R: oh it's no problem at all. in fact, i like it. makes me think i have brothers

C: brothers, huh?

R: is that a problem?

C: no :)

Jeez, what's his problem? I put my phone down and eat. "So, how's work going for you so far?" I ask, chewing.

"Eh, busy as usual. Lots of cute guys though."

"Oh? Did you ask any of them out on a date?" I ask.

"Psh, yeah as if anyone will go out with me," she says and holds up a hand when she sees me about to protest. "Before you say anything, I know my worth. Besides, most of them had girlfriends already."

"Maybe you'll get the lucky guy soon. You never know." She rolls her eyes at my statement.

"I can say the same to you."

"Please, I'm just here to strictly work." I replied.

"Uh huh. If you say so."

She walks to the sink, washes her dishes and goes straight into her room. Tsh. What does she know about having to like someone only to dump them after 2 years?

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The next day, Luna and I decide to spend the day out and explore the city. And luck was on our side because the weather was sunny. Our first stop was to checkout any local sightseeing which was great since we took a lot of pictures, including selfies. For lunch, we went on a hunt at the convenience store and decided on kimbap and ramen.

After lunch, we decided to go for a bit shopping for clothes and shoes. We went from shop to shop until we couldn't walk anymore. I made a mental note to sign up for driving lessons. It was starting to get dark out and all that walking had made us hungry again so we wanted something hearty and delicious. We come upon this great restaurant that serves the best BBQ and what's best to go with BBQ? Beer.

We order the food as soon as we sit. We carefully place our shopping bags on the chairs beside us. "Hopefully the food will arrive soon because I'm starving."

And right on cue, they serve us the food and start grilling the meat. I take a sip of the beer and pop a piece of meat in my mouth. "Oh my god, this is the best meat I've had."

"Seriously! This is so good," Luna replied, dipping hers in soy sauce.

Halfway through, someone comes and stands by our table. I look up and he can't be more than 50 years old. But he's not looking at me. He's looking at Luna. "Ahjussi, are you okay?"

"Yah, you," he points to Luna who flinches a bit. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Ahjussi," I try again. "Is there something-" He smashes a glass on the floor making everyone in the restaurant look at us.

"You...dark skinned people need to go back to your own country."

What the fuck? "Chogiyo. Ahjussi." Luna at this point can only feel scared. I mean who wouldn't? Not me.

"Didn't you hear me?" What he says next is what sets me off. "Get your filth out of my country."

I stand up. "Yah, ssibal saekiya."

He turns to me. "Mwo? Ssi- YAH!" He yells.

"Mwo?!" I yell back, standing my ground. "Just because you can say whatever you want, doesn't mean we have to sit and hear it, gaesaekiya."

"Gaesaekiya? Yah! Neo dodaeche nuguya?!" He yells in my face.

I smirk. Which seemed to piss him off and raises his hand to slap but I was faster than him. You could hear a pin drop after. He glares at me, cupping his cheek. "Oh I'm sorry, did that hurt?" I mock him. "Next time you want to yell slurs at people, look in the mirror first."

I watch as he huffs and leaves, stomping his feet. A few people clap but I wave them off and glance at Luna, who's looking at me in awe. "You okay?"

"Uh huh," she nods and smiles. "Holy shit, that was....that was awesome."

"Aniya, that was nothing. I'm sorry you went through that."

"Are you kidding? You standing up for me made up for it," she grins as a server picks up the shattered glass on the floor left by that man. I smile at her and we resume eating our dinner.

**CHAN'S POV**

"Yah yah, stop it you two," I say to the two dorks in front of me.

"But hyung, he started it," Han whines pointing at Changbin.

I close my eyes, sighing. "Neo aedeul-iya?" Shaking my head, I walk forward with the duo walking behind me. I was finally able to eat out after such a long time. Work has been hectic lately and today was a breather for all of us. Han suggested we get BBQ while the rest stayed home. We promised we would bring them food and dessert.

The restaurant that Han suggested was at a walking distance. Han and Binnie still bickered walking behind me. I swear I feel like a single dad sometimes. As we approached closer to the restaurant, I hear yelling coming from the inside. So being careful, we peek inside to see what's happening.

But what or should I say who, has me rooted in my spot. "Is that...?" Han asks.

"That's Becca, right?" Binnie asks.

I watch the scene unfold as an old man yells at her friend and then Becca suddenly stands up, swearing at him. I'm surprised she even knows the swear words in Korean. But what happens next is what shocks us three the most. The old man raises his hand at her but she slaps him first. She says something to him, at which he leaves angry.

"Wow. She's badass," Han says.

That she was. When I see her friend smiling at her, a sudden relief goes through me. And then I see Becca is smiling as well. What? Why did my chest suddenly start hurting? She's only smiling. So why is my chest hurting? I try to shake off the feeling. "Oh, they're leaving," Binnie announces. We watch the duo walk out the restaurant, smiling and laughing as we watch them walk around the corner of the street.

"Let's go, I'm starving." Han walks inside with Binnie following behind him.

I place my right palm on my chest. It's gone. The pain is gone. Weird. I leave all the thoughts outside as I walk inside to join my friends for dinner.

A/N: hmmmmmm......

[mynamesaplant]

It Changes, like Water (CH. 6)

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Summary: Akari has just met Gaeric for the first time and is still a little rattled by the experience. Ingo tries to reassure her by telling her a story.

Content Warning: Blood, bodily injury, and wild animal attack

Notes: I've made this in honor of Monsoon-of-Art and their PLA mer au (and just a touch from a different au where Gaeric acts as Irida's guardian). Many of the scenes in this fic are directly inspired by their work, there mer stuff more specifically. I've been a big fan of them since I started playing PLA and I've only grown to love all their characterizations of some of my favorite characters in all of Pokemon.

The last one! Woo~ If you've made it this far, thanks so much for the read. I had excellent inspiration and the power of Lexapro and ginseng giving me strength to write the first new fanfic I've done in months. Between school, work, and trying to sort out my depression and anxiety with medications, its been rough. Writing is one of my favorite outlets, as is Pokemon - not having the motivation or time to do much of either… well, I'm just glad to have them back.

Thank you so much to the community of writers and artists in the PLA and Pokemon fandom at large for inspiring me everyday to make more of the content I love. You keep doing you, guys.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Don't like to read on Tumblr? Read it here on AO3.

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Ingo finished his story and Akari did not look remotely convinced, the mer grimaced.

“I know Gaeric has a – ah, reputation, but from what I gather, he has come a long way since he was a young man. He can still have a poor attitude regarding strangers, I know that firsthand. His devotion to Pearl clan can be a little misguided, but it is just that, devotion.”

Ingo realized that, again, he was making it sound as though he was excusing Gaeric’s destructive behavior. He didn’t condone it, although he knew some others did. The Galaxy Team’s presence and the mystery of the frenzied nobles seemed very closely linked in the eyes of many, even Melli had gone so far as to begrudgingly praise Gaeric for his grit. When Melli was saying something nice about the Pearl clan, that was when you knew something was wrong.

“What I am trying to say, Miss Akari, is that Gaeric has had his own identity crises in the past. He is not a stranger to misrepresenting himself or acting untrue to his ideals. He no longer permits himself to be that way. He was young once, he raised Lady Irida for a few years and continues to be her mentor – I don’t think he has it in him to harm a young, inexperienced pup like you in the way you’re thinking. So please, Akari, do not think so poorly of Gaeric.”

This plea gave her pause, absently scratching the rough coral exterior of the flute with her nail, its blue color matching the darkening color of the sea as dusk turned into evening. Ingo was asking for her understanding, but more importantly to put faith in him and his clan. In her heart of hearts, Akari knew that what she was doing was wrong. She was lying to a lot of people just to satisfy her own curiosities and desires. Now she had dragged Ingo into her brew of lies. He was asking for her trust, and she trusted Ingo just as much as she trusted her captains or Professor Laventon.

“I’ll… try. He’s not nearly as nice as you.”

“You caught him at a bad moment. Gaeric is nocturnal.”

Oh, so she woke him abruptly. That explained his grumpiness at the very least, she would also be pretty upset to be woken up abruptly by some stranger. Akari also knew for a fact that she looked terrifying before taming her hair and washing her face in the morning. His actions… She couldn’t condone his actions, but there were things that the commander did in the name of the team and Jubilife that she found questionable. There was a lot more grayness to the world, Akari was coming to realize. She hopped off the rock she had seated herself on and asked Ingo to run her across the cavern, where a narrow path between the boulders led out to the forest about a mile from Jubilife.

Ingo knew her fears were at least temporarily assuaged but knew more moments like this would crop up with more interaction with the clans. He would do his best to keep Akari at a distance, but between his clans’ own concerns for him and his mental/physical wellbeing and both clans insatiable nosiness to know more about the small pup that followed him around occasionally, he knew it was practically hopeless. His goal now was to soften the blow as best he could for all parties. It was a precarious position, but Ingo had been treading fine lines for many years now. Who knows, there was the remote possibility that this could be a unique experience for positive change in the clans and humans.

Only time would tell and that was just as unpredictable as the ever-changing sea.

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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

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Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six

Part 65 of ? (Work in Progress)

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Kin snickered, “You three, boring? No, I rather think not, especially for those who are watching!”

Luna chortled and quietly put away her magic net mirror. “You will never guess what just happened on Ponyville Mainline siding number one! By the way, Celestia, you needn't worry about the casualty train from the Gryphon Empire. They had to pause for a few because some Royal Marines were busy removing passengers from the Charter Train on the siding! We have snared the entire Ducal Council! I really do expect to find that there are one or two who are actually not guilty, maybe more.”

Twilight spoke up wistfully, “I hope that Carton, Duke of the Camarg is not one of the cabal. I really like him and besides, I don't think that any of us would want to upset his mother, the Rom, Dame Megan Blackberry IV, Knight of Justice and heroine of the Great South Bay invasion!”

Celestia joined them and agreed, “I would hope so too, Twilight. That said, Vinyl has chosen our music and Foamy and Clarice have been putting the finishing touches to our routine. Shall we put aside other worries for now and go see what our dance is going to be like?”

Luna brightened up at once! “That sounds like so much more fun than politics!”

They found the Gryphon Ambassador coming with them. “When the Throne of Empire heard of this amazing show, all three have requested permission to fly in with their Guard to watch the show! What shall I reply?”

Luna nearly stumbled, she was laughing so hard! “Of course! That will make a perfect finale when Pinkie decides to call a halt! We can present them with the results of our fund raising!”

Pinkie overheard and put a hand to her forelock! “Oh my, the Twins and little fishies! We need another set, A.S.A.P!”

They saw her digging like a mad terrier at image after image on her Magic Net mirror! Then she was calling, “Smithsons! Pinkie here. No, no problems with your sets! They are working perfectly. It is just that we need another, like yesterday! I am sending you pictures.

“Right! It is a reproduction of the Gryphon Throne of Empire!

“Why? They are coming, the Empress and BOTH of her Strong Wings of the Throne! They will have a Court Guard of eighteen. The set up that I sent you will be perfect if you can do it!

“You will! Cool! I will have the stage door guards notified!”

Pinkie put away her mirror and told them, “Smithson's will have the set ready by tomorrow! Were you TRYING to give me a heart attack!? You almost did!”

Celestia replied gently, “No, Pinkie, we were not! But it was amazing to watch you in action! The Throne of Empire surprised us as well.

“Now, we need to see our whole routine and listen to its music as well.”

Pinkie nodded, “Sounds good, my mares. With your permission, we have one more thing to add. A Glamor spell backdrop beginning with dawn, working through a nice day with puffy clouds, to evening with a neat sunset going to nightfall, with a rising crescent moon going to full and waning as it sets. It will be coordinated with your dance routines, if that's OK.”

Luna nodded, “That sounds perfect, Pinkie. Will it be done by Grumpy or do you want me to cast it?”

They were joined by a piebald black, tan, and brown goat with full curl horns that had an ever burning candle between them. With a slightly bleaty voice, he answered, “That's my department. Pinkie has engaged me for the duration of the show.”

Pinkie wrinkled her snout and grinned as she commented, “He charged me a whole silver bit for it and then donated the bit to our fund!”

The goat nodded, “True. Pinkie, I need to correct your earlier speech. As the chairman of the board for Ponyville Trust and Loan, I did arrange for their matching grant. The other large donation, also a matching grant, is a Wholeheart Grant. I did have to prepare its paperwork.”

Pinkie put hand to snout in contrition as she asked, “Oh dear, it is? How is Mister Wholeheart these days? Have you ever found a way to help him sleep without those awful dreams? At least half of the mares here have had a Wholeheart grant to help them out of tight spots.”

Grumpy shook his head, “No, we have not had any luck at helping him. A day or two at the best. The Litch King says that he will have the dreams for the rest of his life and that it will be a long one. I do know about those grants. He does try to return as much good as the harm that he got.”

Celestia shook her head, “I wish that more ponies reacted to evil happenings in their lives the way that Mister Wholeheart has. It must be difficult for him.”

The goat nodded, “It is indeed. Now, was the Glamor described how you want it or do you want any adjustments?”

Pinkie suggested, “We do have a practice stage that we can use for the first run through. Foamy and Clarice will guide you and we can perfect the lighting too.”

Following Pinkie's lead, the three of them found themselves behind a curtain. Foamy and Clarice went over their dance score with them first and then went to the other side of the curtain.

The music began and the three Princesses slipped through the curtain to the stage proper. The music, Damare's classical and romantic Day of Love and Love of Night, swelled as the three came into view, already beginning the dance. The stage where they were perfoming was dimly lit as they emerged. The morning began to light up the curtain behind them and a spotlight shown down on Celestia as she began to gyrate and undulate to the music that lifted and the spotlight brightened, making Princess Celestia nearly glow! She carried out the first parts of her strip, opening the buttons that let her generous cleavage show, while at the same time, her wings lifted up from her sides, beginning to frame her as she finished freeing her blouse, exposing a lacy blue bra!

Her dance took on a wilder more hip swaying set of steps and her wings, now fully open swept about her in arches and crescents to frame and display her body to the audience! Her hands, almost invisible in the midst of the swirling wings and swaying body, released her skirt to slide down her very active legs, artfully delayed at first, her lifted tail and then hung up on an artfully raised leg! It finally fell away entirely, leaving her a glowing vision of lightly glowing fur and undergarments!

She posed for a second, framed by glorious wings spread in circle of lustrous feathers! She brought her wings in closer as she spun about! They partly hid it as she released her bra, coming about to face the audience, she bared her right breast and then covering it back up, bared her left one and recovered it. The tease over, she slid the shoulder straps down to her elbows! With only a slight move, the whole of her brassiere fell away, down her arms where her right hand caught it and whirled it in a flourish before letting it fly.

She swept about the stage, doing slow turns that alternately hid and showed her magnificent bosom! She ended up stage center, once again framed by her spread wings.

She continued to dance topless for a few more minutes while the spotlight softened and the day went toward evening, her wings folding in to leave her a topless vision of marehood as she stepped back, staying gloriously bared of breasts.

Princess Twilight took over the stage as the day paled. Her blouse already framed her from shoulders to under her boobs and snug to her waist with a pretty, contrasting white underblouse showing off her tits.

She danced and did a cleavage reveal by releasing buttons down the underblouse's front! Coyly pulling her wings free and wrapping herself in them, she spread them wide along with the now fully opened underblouse which was now seen to be only a dicky and it fully spread to show her bright red, low cut bra! She happily posed to show off her pretty bra and the mare inside it! She began some hip lifting and swaying steps while her wings pulled close and spread again, revealing that her whole blouse was unfastened down both sides! Her arms slid under the blouse front and lifted high, flipping the whole garment up, past her horn, to fall away, dicky and all! She danced with twisting poses to show off the red bra on smooth and shiny lavender fur!

Her wings pulled in close once more and with a swirl, spread wide, leaving Twilight bare from the waist down, but for skimpy panties! Her wraparound skirt waved like a flag from right hand to left!

She danced and flaunted herself, framing her body with her wings, then swirling about, pulling them close again! When they spread wide, her bra was in her hand and her full breasts had no place left to hide. Her bra was flourished about from hand to hand in loops and figure eights before being let go! She posed, wings wide spread to both sides and up, displaying her beautifully framed body!

She danced a few more minutes, pulling her wings closer but hiding nothing and made way for Princess Luna to take the stage!

Like the others, Luna took the stage, wings folded, hidden away. Unlike the rest, when she unbuttoned her front to the waist, there was no blouse but full length dress, now spread wide to show off a nearly sheer light blue bra! The cunning spotlight operator set his light with a filter that made her dark blue fur and feathers glow against the night scene behind her!

Her right wing cleverly held in an almost narrow arch, matched the arc of the rising moon behind her, she pulled her left wing close about her and as she spread them both to the now fuller moon behind her, her dress had fallen from her shoulders and was held up only by her wings!

She began a swirling twirl, her wings hiding her from the audience and ending with both arms up and wings spread wide! Her dress was still about her hips, held from falling only by her upraised tail!

In that moment, her tail dropped and so did the whole dress! Princess Luna stood seductively displayed by the cunning lights and her spread wings cupped to catch the lights and show off her body, clad only in panties and bra! She swept into motion again, a vision of highlights and glowing dark fur.

Soon she entered a familiar close winged swirl and when she spread her wings, yes, both of her tits were bare, framed and displayed by the bra that no longer covered them at all! It made a better show than if it were gone entirely!

The spotlight brightened strongly to show her to the best advantage, as she undulated and wriggled seductively! She did another slow turn, the wing facing the audience covering her. When the turn was done, her bra was off and she finished with a wide spread wing pose to let herself show to best advantage!

She danced back to join the rest of the Princesses, all now topless! Joining arms and lifting wings, they made a kick line first and then danced back through the curtains!

A stage hand gathered the scattered garments and took them backstage.

A few moments later, they came out, fully dressed to ask with a grin, “Well, how did it come off?”

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