#fuzz ball needs a hug

[ragemodes-obsessions]

Kurt appreciation. My only complaint is the ponytail? I don't know why I don't really like it.

It makes him look off.

[bunnis-monsters]

you're probably tired of bee asks, but i have to know: how fuzzy are they? the babies are understandably very fluffy, but what about the guards, drones, and attendants? does fuzziness depend on what their purpose is and how coarse/fine it is? like the attendants have silkier fluff to look more appealing to the queen and the guards have coarser, thicker fluff to help protect themselves while defending the hive?

You’ve hit the nail on the head!

The queen’s attendants are incredibly soft and fluffy, her boy toys ESPECIALLY! Some of her attendants are her sons, and their softness depends on their father’s fluff.

Bees that leave the hive often have thicker/rougher fuzz to protect themselves from the harsh outside world.

Scientist bees have fuzz that is protective against dangerous chemicals!! It’s a gene that has been purposefully bred for many years. Bee hybrids are actually quite sensitive to harmful chemicals(like most insects are), but the scientists can take a whole lot more punishment!

They’re trying to breed this into drones as well, by selecting drones that carry the queen to breed with the queen more often.

Speaking of drones, they breed with the queen a lot and also serve as the military force. They’re strong, and have course fuzz. Fun fact though, it softens up to a bearable texture when it’s time to mate with the queen!

Bees that stay inside the hive most of their lives have no need for protective fuzz and are so fluffy and soft that they feel like being hugged by a cloud!

And ofc baby bees are just fluffy little fuzz balls!

[lunaviee]

“ THAT SHOULD BE ME ” — JUSTIN BIEBER <//3

࿓⋆ tags - silly fluff !!

࿓⋆ contains - various from jjk, hq, and bllk

he hates that thing. that dirty, grimy, ball of fluff that sleeps and cuddles with you every night. that should be him in your arms, tucked into your neck and help tightly as you sleep. his eyes scan over your instagram story in envy.

“me and churro against the world!!”

it’s honestly an adorable picture, he thinks. your cheek is slightly smooshed into the plush and the necklace he bought you for your anniversary is sitting on your collarbone. there’s a cheeky little smile on your face, partially hidden by some of the fluff of the plushie.

but that’s besides the point! your captions should only consist of you and him against the world, not some sack of fuzz you bought just a few weeks ago.

he doesn’t realized he’s been zoned out for so long, thinking about the 37th way he can toss that thing in the trash. not until a notification pops up on his screen,

can you come over? i miss you 😞💔💔

in DIRE need of a hug rn🙏💗

what perfect timing!!

you better bet his ass is in your driveway in a matter of minutes.

gojo, yuji, toge, atsumu, oikawa, bokuto, hinata, tsukki, kuroo, suna, rin, nagi, shidou + your favs! (could fit with anyone really)

✮ — heyyy guysss……sorry for um being in the trenches for so long and basically lying😭🙏 ill maybe write some more if i see any requests i like but idk🙁🙁🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

“No Alarm, No Surprises.”

They say that before you leave this world, you are granted seven minutes to relive the best moments of your life—

The sky was bright, The moon strained against the darkness, its pale light reaching out, trying its best to illuminate the quiet streets below. The cold wind overtaking every nook and cranny of the street burrowing itself into every stranger who walks the stone pathway.

The bar was lively, You and your dad sitting face across to each other, empty beer bottles tipping over the table, and a fresh one under your chins.

“Y/N son, are you scared to die?” your old man said. “I don’t really think about death that much, Dad.” you replied not really making a fuzz about the question. Your Dad followed your reply with a laugh “You’re Brave son!” you chuckled at his remarks. “How come?” you replied confused. “Well, I know only a handful of people who isn’t scared to die, and funny enough my self isn’t one of them.” He said all jolly and happy.

“Is accepting the inevitable being brave? or giving in to despair?” He laughed, doubling down adding this statement.

“CHANGE THE JOLTS! QUICKLY!” The Doctor shouted as they rumble around the surgery room. Your ears ringing, vision blurry, All you can hear was the deafening sound of your fading heartbeat.

thump.....thump.................thu-

Outside the surgery room, Karina was screaming her heart out, hoping that eventually this heavy rain will eventually subside, Karina was never a religious person but for desperate times she caught herself putting faith on a God she doesn’t believe in, hoping...praying that maybe a miracle appear.

“COME ON, LETS RAISE THE JOLTS AGAIN” The Doctor shouted as they rubbed the defibrillator together “CLEAR!!”

“Say Ahh Y/N!” shoving food into your mouth “Good job my little baby boy!” as she wiped the excess food on you mouth, you looked around, Its your old house, but the first thing you noticed is...your mom is still alive? Why am I here?

“Son over here! pass me the ball” your dad shouted while running over to the other side of the court. “Dad?” you thought to yourself all confused. “Good job!, My little star!” Where am I?

‘Yo Y/N!’ your friends patted you on the back. “Ya ready for the concert later?” “Kuro? why are you here?” you asked, but it seems like he can’t hear you. Can you even hear yourself?

“I like you Y/N!” Karina shouted over the parade of crowd, even under the crowd you still heard her confession shouting “I like you too, Karina!”

“Our confession?”

“Hey Y/N! how was your sleep last night?” As Karina bumped your shoulders and patting your hair tippy toeing. “Uhm not bad...How about you?” you said as your face grew a rose tint hue. “I slept so well! I dreamt about you!” as she bumped your nose leaving you speechless.

What's happening? another flash back?

“CLEAR!, 3.....2.....1 CLEAR!” the Doctor once again shouted. where am I?, What is this?, Who are these people?, I must go home...., I need to see Karina. The impending light that was at the end of the tunnel grew further.. The light that always symbolizes life growing further? A good thing or....A bad one?

“CAN YOU JUST PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME?” Karina shouted while throwing everything she can land her hands on. “Karina....love, please lets talk this out?” you said while avoiding every object thrown at you, you approached her, hugging her as you caress her hair. “there...lets talk calmly okay?” she nods while wiping the tears that's about to fall. I remember this...!

“Karina baby, I’m off to work.” she looks up to you with a book on her hand. “Have a great day at work darling, excited for out little movie night later!” she smiled as you gave her a kiss. “Me too love, see you later.” as you left and closed the door. “Mhm...later.” she murmured while having a smile on her face,

“Huh? This was earlier…”

“DOC! WERE LOSING HIM.” a nurse shouted. “TSK!, LETS UP THE JOLT ONE MORE TIME!” The Doctor replied all frantic. Am I dying? “you thought to yourself as you found yourself cradled up in a room filled with light, no reflection....just light. A symbol of life? or The symbol of the end?

The light was flooded by faint memories flashing in like a bullet train.. Your Mom, Your Friends...Your Dad.....Karina.

“Is this Death? why is it so peaceful...why is the impending march of death so peaceful? you murmured to yourself as these memories floods in. “Yo Y/N! can I copy your notes?” “Son lets go play basketball!” “Son, can you help mom with her phone?” “I love you my Y/N!” faint images subsides over with every dialogue said.

“Time of death... 12:55 AM.”

Silence draped the room like mourning cloth.

No one raised their eyes—

as if guilt had grown roots in their bones,

bending necks beneath the weight of what couldn’t be undone.

The News hit Karina like a truck, making her knees weak falling down unto the marble flooring of the hospital, this wasn’t on her plan that day, she was expecting a movie night cuddling under your arms munching on some salty popcorn and overly sweet candies, why are you announced dead? the love of her life...gone. Plans for the future remains Plans forever. Promises became empty and her life become empty, meaningless.

“Dad, I think I found my answer to your question..

“Accepting death is neither purely bravery nor despair. It’s a quiet recognition of life's limits. It takes courage to face what we can't change, but it's not about giving up—it's about finding peace in the unknown, knowing when to embrace what comes."

[allfryam]

mama’s boy

Bobby was an all star athlete at his high school. It was his senior year and he was captain of the football team. His perfect curly hair complemented his perfect face. And his perfect face just made his perfect body look even better. He was lean, with chiseled abs and toned muscles. He was perfect in every way. Nothing could ever change that.

one day at football practice, Bobby was d doing drills when one of his teammates tackled him from behind and landed on his foot. With a loud crunch, Bobby yelled as he looked down to see his leg was going in the wrong direction. He was rushed to the hospital and quickly X-rayed. “It’s a nasty break. Will definitely take at least 3-4 months to completely heal.” The doctor said. Bobby felt like his entire world just collapsed. “I don’t want you to do any physical activity for the next 3 months. That includes walking! I will have your teachers send you your work online so you can do it from home.” He said. Bobby’s mom nodded and drove him home.

Bobby laid in bed staring at his ceiling. His leg was resting on some pillows to give it elevation. “Can I get you anything sweetie?” Bobby’s mom asked. “Pizza. I’m starving”. He said. “Sure sweetie.” She said as she began to call dominos.

over the next few days. Bobby fell into a rhythm. He didn’t bother getting dressed anymore, so he laid in his underwear most days. He just laid there and watched movies or played on his computer. There was a small upside to this though. Bobby discovered his mom felt bad and would bring him anything he asked for. Whenever Bobby was hungry or thirsty, he would just say the magic word… “MOOOOOM” and she would rush in and ask him what he needed. She normally didn’t like him eating too much junk food, but under the circumstances, she let him eat anything. This didn’t come without consequences however.

after a couple weeks, Bobby’s mom had noticed something. When looking at Bobby’s stomach she had noticed his abs begin to slowly disappear. There was a bit of pudge growing on his midsection. “Sweetheart, maybe you should try to eat just a little bit healthier.” She said one day. “Mom! Are you calling me fat?! You are such an asshole! Bring me some donuts!” Bobby snapped back. Scared, Bobby’s mom ran off to pick up some donuts. Bobby looked down at his pudgy belly. He squeezed it and shook it a little. It jiggled. Hmm. Must just be a little water weight. He would work it off when he could play football again. Later he ate every last one of the dozen donuts his mom brought home.

after 3 months was up, Bobby was fatter than ever. His bit of pudge had grown into a ball hit that sat happily on top of him. A bit of fuzz had grown on his belly and his belly button had become deep. Bobby hardly noticed. After examining his leg, the doctor determined Bobby was ready to get back onto the football field. Bobby was ecstatic. His first day back at practice. All of his teammates slapped and grabbed Bobby’s gut. “Dude. How did you get so fat?” “That no exercise thing really took its toll on you huh?” “What’s up pudgy!” Bobby shrugged it off and tried to put on his jersey. He struggled with it for a minute until finally getting it the cover his gut. His tight pants hugged his thighs that were significantly bigger than the last time he wore them.

practice was awful. Bobby was slow, out of breath, and his stomach was in the way of everything. He laid in bed and called for his mom. “Mom bring me a pizza” he said. “Gut up and get it yourself.” She replied. “ your leg isn’t broken anymore.” Bobby huffed and waddled to the phone to buy a pizza. The next day at practice, Bobby had an idea. “Jake! Tackle me. Hard.” Bobby said. “You sure? I don’t want you gettin hurt again.” Jake said. “I’m fine. Just do it” Jake ran full speed and leaped onto Bobby. With another crunch, Bobby was back in bed with a broken leg. He smiled as he downed a cheeseburger in two bites.

[princessbrunette]

protective stepbro!jj when a guy hurts/makes reader cry 🥵

ALL SQUARE ♡

CW: mentions of JJ’s dad abusing him briefly at start, violence, step-cest, angry JJ !!

JJ was pretty shitty with his feelings. God, he’d die before having an ‘open conversation’ with someone about ‘boundaries’ or writing in a diary like that mandatory counsellor who visit him after his dad had left some gnarly knuckle stains on his face for the trillionth time had suggested. No, it wasn’t his style. You keep moving, keep talking, keep runnin’ and nothing can catch up with you. Nothing can hurt you.

You were so different.

It was almost painful, how sensitive you were. Your lip quivered at those TV commercials where they’d show the abused puppies in cages waiting for adoption, JJ often having to beat you to your phone before you donated a handful of the money you didn’t have. Your eyes would drop to your lap in humiliation when his asshole father would make some kind of offhand impertinent comment about the bunnies on your pyjamas or the fact your fresh nail polish on your toes was making the living room stink of chemicals. No longer abusive, but still an insensitive asshole. JJ didn’t know how your mother subsisted, but then again she wasn’t like you— soft and saccharine, she was tough. She kept his father in his place, he needed that.

Your common sensitivity was why his heart only leapt halfway out the confines of his ribcage when he found you. He’d come home around 4ish, having stayed over at John B’s, something he used to be able to do for weeks on end but now couldn’t bare to leave you lonely in the house for longer than 2 days. He remembers now, your work uniform, when he sees the back of you first— white polo top hugging you, skirt bunching a little from your feet being curled beneath you on the futon, gold clasped necklace kissing the peach fuzz at the back of your neck. He smiles before he notices the way your shoulders are slumped dejectedly and you sniffle wetly into your knuckles.

He doesn’t greet you in his usual silly way, this time traipsing around the futon in the living room with his brow pinched until he was met front on with the confirmation that you were crying.

“What happened?” He sighs. Undoubtably, you’d watched a Tiktok of ‘Cats who didn’t get picked at the adoption centre today’ or accidentally smashed one of your pink plates you insisted you ate off.

“I hate this job, J.” You bleat, lips turned down and gloopy eyes flickering to him a few times. He sits at your side, hand hovering over you for a moment before deciding on your shoulder what he hoped was comfortingly. Okay, that answer was pretty valid. You’d recently picked up a job at the golf course, Kook central. He hated the idea of you shuffling skittishly around after those belligerent assholes, having them peak up the pleats of your skirt when you bend to fetch a ball or to snap their fingers at you when you don’t retrieve their champagne fast enough. But, you’d needed a job and he respected you for trying. He fought with everything to hold in the “I told you that place was bad news.” until he couldn’t, and said it anyway.

“I know.” You mewl pathetically, wiping your glossy nostrils on the back of your hand leaving a snail trail of snot down it.

“Talk to me, c’mon.” He shuffles a little closer, eager to hear the details, to find out who / what had made his sweet little step-sister so downcast. His brain flashes to what he might think would be the usual culprits. From what he’d seen however, Topper was oddly respectful to the help, Rafe didn’t care enough to bully them and Kelce just did whatever Rafe did, so maybe not.

“Y’know that property salesman guy, the — the one who’s got his picture plastered on all those benches outside the town square. I kept gettin’ in his way and,” You hiccup harshly, taking a moment to swallow it down as you collect yourself. JJ stares at your profile attentively, eyes wide and jogging his knee. He wish you’d hurry up and get to the point. “He kept yelling at me. Callin’ me names, like stupid and useless.” Your eyes finally meet JJ’s, flickering around for a moment hesitantly. He has a fresh cut on his jaw and through his eyebrow, his blonde hair sticking out his backwards cap curls at his temples, his eyes are a little tired and bloodshot but still wide and beautiful. Oh, you hated to see him mad. You push your sleeve higher up your arm, and look equally shocked to see the fresh bruise had darkened, the shape of yucky thick fingers curled around it. “He yanked me really hard n’I lost my footing and fell.” Your face crumples again, hot tears squeezing out your eyes.

JJ goes very still, his knee frozen and he barely breathes. Not only had someone been mean to you, but they’d laid their hands on you.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.” He seethes and you’re already shaking your head desperately before he’s even finished his sentence. “Yes, yes I am— not only, okay — not only is he laying his hands on a woman, alright — he’s laying his hands on you. That behaviour needs to be straightened out, and if no one’s gonna do it well —” He was up, pacing infront of you, looking around for something, some inspiration on what he could do to this degenerate Kook.

“Jayj!” You snivel, and it sounded so sad and small that it actually stops him in his tracks. He didn’t wanna scare you, no. Not you of all people, not when you’d been treated like this. He had a temper, it was true— his father’s son, but he was trying to be there for you. Be a good big step-brother. He sighs, rubbing his hands down his face a good few times trying to wipe off the anger, for now atleast. You could see the self restraint in him, his biceps were tense and his hands were flushed with colour and veins from the strain of it all. Made your tummy go all weird.

“Alright.” He relents and sits down right next to you again, taking off his cap and tossing it aside carelessly to run his fingers through the tangled locks, snagging half way through.

“I need this job.” You speak after a moment, and he turns his head to look at you. You looked so pretty, even when you’d been crying, snot and all. He rubs his lips together, eyes casted away once more as he nods.

“I know.” He wrings his wrists, the signs of restlessness still residing in him. “Sorry I freaked... C’mere.” He turns back, windscreen wiping the inky droplets of watered down mascara from beneath your eyes, hot hands cupping your cheekbones. “People are assholes, babe.” He lets the nickname slip out and your face gets a bit warmer. “You’re so much better than them, y’hear me? You’ll be alright.” He leans in and presses a kiss to the centre of your forehead. It feels appropriate, but he’s not sure what that means anymore — the line between the two of you having been crossed in such demented ways before. God, you look up at him so sweet when he pulls away, big watery eyes that would put a baby cow to shame. “You’re tough.” He lies, because you’re not tough, you’re so far from it— but your cheeks push up anyway, easily subdued by his care and affection.

“Yeah?”

“The toughest girl around. Even I’m scared of ‘ya.” He jokes and you giggle. Mission accomplished, for now anyway. The first part of the mission. He’d sweet talked you enough to have you curled up on the couch, exhausted from your long and stressful day, some reality show he couldn’t care less about buzzing on the TV. Yeah, that’ll do— some form of promise to go and grab some icecream to bring you leaves his mouth when he jogs out the door pocketing his keys and you believe him. He’s sure he can pick some up on the way home anyway.

But he passes the convenience store and heads all the way to the golf course. One of JJ’s many rules to mischief and misconduct was that if you walked with enough purpose, no one will question whether or not you belong somewhere. Which is how he strides straight in, past all the Kooks in their crisp shirts and board shorts, a jolly atmosphere in the air as the sun starts to set. Oh happy day, JJ thinks, how nice to be this ignorant to the world around you.

He all but skids to a stop when he spots him, the man he was looking for. Mr Mattegar, top salesman to Kildares richest idiots. Overpriced houses and redecoration jobs that remove any historical significance from a property? You best believe it’s Mattegars handiwork. He lounges at the bar, reddy-orangey cocktail in hand as he laughs obnoxiously loud amongst friends. JJ hangs back a little, nose twitching in anger as he disguises himself clumsily behind a large decorative plant. He’s lucky Kooks are so self absorbed, because no one spares him a glance.

Finally, the successful salesman departs from his table, heading towards the car park. Perfect, JJ notes, makes my job a hell of a lot more easy. The car park is secluded, away from the resort, and as JJ keeps his eyes trained on the Kooks back, he plucks a golf club from a passing trolley, clutching it in his tightly wound fist. He was going to find out which obnoxious Rangerover belonged to the culprit and partake in some much deserved vandalism, but this was better. His chest feels hot with vexation.

Another one of JJ’s many mischief guidelines fell along the lines of ‘Don’t think, just do.’ He stayed true to his word when he yanked up the paisley bandana tied around his neck to cover everything but his eyes and yelled out “Hey asshole!” Once the two of them were alone.

He didn’t think when he swung with the club, the metal head cracking against the aged man’s cheekbone. He yelps, falling backwards, and JJ is still yet to think when he swings again. “S’what you get! Laying your hands on little girls just tryna do their jobs!” He should have started thinking. The more he uses his voice, spitting out the expletives as he gives him a good few kicks to the rib, the more identifiable he’d be. This was a hit and run so uh, run.

He takes off, yanking his bandana off to pant wetly by the docks, tossing the golf club and watching it sink. He wasn’t sure why he’d referred to you as a ‘little girl’. It made him feel icky, weird, perverted. He leans over the side of the wall, watching the metal club disappear into the inky water as he catches his breath. Murmuring out a ‘God damn’ before continuing on home briskly, not even forgetting to pick up your favourite Ben & Jerry’s on the way home. What was that flavour you liked again? Phish Food?

You’re conked out when he gets home, lips parted and curled infront of the TV with a blanket draped over your legs. He exhales through his nose, placing the tub of frozen dessert aside on the table along with his keys as he slowly approaches, a small but anxious smile on his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, but for you there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do. He pulls the blanket over you a little higher, dropping a kiss to your temple. He’ll share the tub of icecream with you when you wake up.

[arcticwolfpaws]

Chapter 15: Dinner

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56481082/chapters/143531686

Selina confused me, one moment she’s talking like her life goal is to become friends or something with me, and now? Well now she was hanging on to Father’s arm and giggling at any joke she makes and he seems to be at least amused by this. Jason tapped my shoulder and I looked over seeing him holding out ear wireless earbuds,

“It’s going to be loud when we get there Faraj, this is a bit of an event.” Father’s words were all I needed to take them, as Jason piped up.

“Yeah I was going to warn you but that kid had walked up and It slipped my mind this is an event,” He grapped my cheek and I jerked away from him as he cooed in a baby voice. ‘You just gotta be your charming self.” I glared at him,

“Don’t ever grab my cheek like that again,” I grumbled and he chuckled, leaning into tease me, I held back my first instinct to hit him and snapped.

“Oh? But you’re just so cute and small.” He stated and grabbed me pulling me into a hug despite my squirming and fighting. “And your just my innocent baby brother, who keeps getting bullied by those cruel-” He cut himself off as he yelped as I bit down on his arm letting out a low growl as Father and his date giggled.

“Well, he acts more like a cat then a puppy.” She stated her green eyes watching me with some odd sense of warmth in them, I didn’t let go of Jason for a long moment. And when I did I was forced to pull a fuzz off my tongue.

“Well, he’s certainly got a personality,” Selina said and I noticed the momentary look Father gave her, what was that? I couldn’t read the expression…. Had I done something wrong? I shifted curling a bit into a ball as Jason Father and Selina spoke among themselves, I damn near jumped sky high when I felt a hand on my knee, I snapped my attention up and saw Selina giving me a soft smile, I gave her a soft smile in turn however I really didn’t feel it.

As we pulled up to the…. Well I wasn’t sure what it was I hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation that would have likely at least giving me some Idea of what we were doing, I took a deep breath and let myself smile, it had been Roy’s suggestion that I try to be friendly when walking around at social events…. I still wasn’t convinced that wasn’t just his attempt to ensure I had friends.

When the door was opened I was the first one out I smiled at the crowed and adjusted my glasses, Jason followed be hind me and spoke in a soft whisper as he caught up to me, “Come on, I know the best place to hang out here.” He told me as I followed him into some kind of fancy art gallery, despite the art, I could smell food and even with the earbuds I could hear people talking loudly around me, however it did help. The older boy lead me straight to a small arcade hidden away in the back of the place.

I wasn’t sure how long Jason and I played the game cabinets there but at some point I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked over my shoulder and I blinked. “Boys we’re about to order dinner.” Selina stated, How long has she been standing there? Had I really toned everything out? Shit that was probably bad, but Selina lead us to the table. Father was dabbing his lap with a cloth, as we walked up it took him a moment to look up and he was bright and cheerful, and perhaps a little drunk.

“Oh boys there you are.” He waved us over and we took our seats as he happily spoke, “Faraj I know you’re knew to a lot of this so I hope this hasn’t been to much for you.” Oh…. He was defiantly a little drunk. “But I do hope you’ll try something knew.” I nodded slowly and I heard Jason chuckle he leaned over and spoke in a soft tone one just low enough to allow himself not to be over heard by Father and Selina,

“He’s not drunk, great at playing it up, now I bet you Selina is.” I raised a brow at that comment as I looked between them, There was no way she was the drunk one, she was still keeping balance in something like 6’in heels and I don’t think a drunk lady could do that and keep the way she walks. I shook my head and heard Jason chuckle softly as I did.

“I highly doubt it,” I told him and he chuckled, the waiter came up and I scrambled I didn’t recognize a damn thing on the menu but Jason was quick to take over and order for me. Something about shrimp was all I caught.

🦇 🦇 🦇 🦇 🦇

As we finished I realized that father had been handing his drinks to Selina when she emptied hers and she had likely had twice as much as he had, I guess Jason was right, but why? Why are they doing this? I wondered as we headed back to the car, father acted heavily drunk as we did, cheerfully dropping a hand on Alfred’s shoulder while Selina held him up, but suddenly I wondered how much of it was him holding her up as we all got into the limo, dad let out a heavy breath as Selina leaned on to him. Father’s attention turned to me as he spoke softly,

“Faraj, I hope this wasn’t to much for you.” He said and I shrugged, I wasn’t really sure what to say however it was Jason who spoke up for me.

“He never went off to hide so I think it was okay, and I think he liked what I got for him.” He stated and nudged me, “I mean he cleaned that plate” I felt my cheeks heat up at his teasing and I wasn’t sure why but I looked away,

“It was good.” I mumbled and yelped as Jason pulled me even closer, “Aww come onnn.” He teased and I wiggled I was tempted to bite him but I refrained from doing so, only letting out a low noise of annoyance sounding a bit like a dog.

“Oh he’s going to bite you again.” Selina warned him, but Jason just laughed,

“ I can handle him.” He sounded so sure of that and suddenly I wanted to spar him and prove that he was wrong, but I took a deep breath, After all I didn’t know if I actually could beat him, I’d never seen him fight, so I had no idea if I’d even win that.

We dropped Miss Selina off at a sketchy looking apartment complex but she seemed more then confident then even father seemed hesitant to let her go. He walked her to her door before coming back down and sitting down, “What do you think Faraj?” He asked I blinked and shrugged,

“She’s interesting.” I stated leaving out our encounter but maybe…. “Does she like bats or something?” I asked and Father raised a brow at that question,

“I think so… but why do you ask?” I shifted as I looked out at the dark city as we drove,

“She called me a baby bat.” I told him and he hummed, and when I looked back at him he seemed to be lost in thought, but after a long moment he spoke slowly.

“It’s a nickname she uses she likes to joke that I am the batman.” He stated, I had to hide my actual reaction, and scrunched my noise before nodding slowly, Well, if she didn’t know she was on the damn nose about who he was.

As we got home and I got out Father stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, “Faraj.” His tone was soft and gentle I looked up at him as I stopped,

“Yes?” I answered, and he gently shifted my face the outdoor lights from the house must have lit me up well enough to see the slight glitter of the make up,

“How’s you’re face?” His tone was tender soft… it felt strange and I reacted the way I knew was safe.

“I’m fine.” Father stopped for a long moment, keeping his eyes on me and he spoke again in a slow careful way,

“You don’t have to act strong with me, I want to know if it hurts that way I can try to do something.” He told me and I paused scrunching my nose this hole place still felt weird to me, but I paused thinking about the other night.

“It… it hurts a bit when I chew of hit I sleep on it.” I mumbled and he nodded breathing out a soft sigh he gently ran a hand through my hair,

“Alright, I’ll ask Alfred to make you some soup for your lunches,” He told me, “Wash off the make up please, I’d like to see how it’s healing, with a nod I headed up to my room and took a shower glancing into the mirror the bruise was still dark, the edges a yellow-ish green, I shook my head as I stepped into my room finding father waiting in sweat pants and a satin shirt, he had a soft frown on his face as he gently held my head, as he checked my bruise and sighed softly, “Well, you look rough, but it’s healing, by the way who did the make up? It was quite good.” He stated and I smiled softly,

“Oh, that was Tim’s friend…. I don’t remember her name.” I mumbled feeling my cheeks heat up at that but he simply nodded making no comment on that, he swiped a thumb over my cheek and I hissed and jerked away. He frowned at me worried but simply let me,

“Alright… get some sleep,” He told me softly and I nodded.

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The bat files

Eric Duma

One of Faraj’s bullies and one of the member's of Gotham's high society, while the youngest in the family his actions towards my son has caught my attention and I’ll be keeping a closer eye on him, As I have ties with his parents so I spoke with them, they weren’t pleased with his actions however he claims that my son is capable of fighting better then anyone thinks.

However he will be apologizing to my son and I have asked both Nighwing and robin to keep an eye on my son at the next gala.

[pixelatedquarter]

Who do you think will win tonight? Statistics and MANIA's Summer of Folie or The Allegations?

Because it would be infinitely fucked up, such a stroke of genius, and perhaps one of Pete Wentz's greatest rpf achievements this tour if one of the 8 balls was Hold Me tight Or Don't after two days (well a bit longer but 2 contiguous days) of Pete laying it on really fucking thick and the very next day to him saying Patrick is like a teddy bear who he'd like to cuddle (but who gets the job done).

Yea sure, everything about the "hold me tight, or don't" literal line and the whole Patrick hugs everyone but Pete talks about wanting to hug him in the hypothetical like he's not allowed that.

And the societal collapse that could be caused by "and when your stitch comes loose I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you". In all senses of that line, the one where it's all about "No matter what I want you, even if you're torn away/even your insides which may not be the same as you look outside" but also the one where it's "I hope you're torn away and when you are I will finally be able to be at peace and sleep in your broken remains" but also also the one where it's "When you lose it and drop the nice mask and you show whatever's your deepest guts that's the you i want", on a tour of healing and showing some of their scars, keep that in mind.

But also the rest of the song that is the danceable bop that has you shaking hips to the sound of "realized I can't not be with you or be just your friend, I love you to death, but i just can't pretend we were lovers first, confidants but never friends, were we ever friends?" which mayhaps would be ridiculous to direct in the direction of the soulmateism if it wasn't for that pesky "wow we really need to defuse any earnestness and talk about wanting hugs because all our friends that have joined us on this tour can get Patrick's amazing hugs live onstage except for Pete fr" that's giving us some *chef's kiss* levels of potential for any angsty rpf fic

Anyway "the distance between us it sharpens me like a knife" would be an absolutely MURDEROUS line for pete to get into his "I'm standing right next to patrick, yet nowhere near as close as I used to get bc we don't do that anymore" position onstage and I fully encourage that man to do it, it would be so messed up it's funny.

[funkii-fox]

Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here with You-Akira x Reader Fluff

We need some akira fluff and i am here to serve 🫡 Pls excuse me im not experienced at fluff. I usually write degenerate stuff :(

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You always wait for him to come home, although sometimes it can’t be helped if you doze off. Your eyelids could barely stay open as you sat on the soft, comforting sofa doing nothing but staring at the door. It wasn’t even a tiring day; you were just ready to sleep. He usually comes home at a reasonable time, but it’s currently 01:32 and he’s still not home! Tonight, instead of dozing off on the couch, you decide to sleep in your shared bed instead. “He’ll be fine if I go to sleep this one time,” you think while lazily walking to your bed, ready to collapse. Once there, the plush mattress engulfs you in a hug that lulls you to sleep. It’s the perfect opportunity to hog the all blankets since there’s no one to share them with. “When he gets home he will need to rip them off of me.” You smile and tightly wrap yourself with the thick, fluffy blanket while thinking of the scene; your beloved rockstar boyfriend curled up, cold and shivering, because he couldn’t tear the blankets from you. Closing your eyes, you start to drift off to sleep.

That is, until you hear the front door open.

Of course, he has to get home right as you go to sleep. You decide to try to go to sleep anyway, thinking that he will go straight to the shower; he always stinks like alcohol and outdoors after going to a show. To your surprise, his footsteps come towards the bedroom. He’s quiet as he gently opens and closes the door. “Oh, he must be getting his clothes,” you think as you hear him walking around. Then you feel the bed indent. Confirming your fears, he spoons your blanket cocoon from behind, his stink filling your nostrils. “I know you’re awake,” he whispers, peppering kisses on the back of your neck. You giggle and squirm as he gets more intense with his pecks, giving away your position. “I knew it!” He whispers directly in your ear, causing you to giggle and squirm even more. Then, he unleashes the forbidden attack; tickles. His icy fingers slither into the cocoon and playfully attack your stomach. You jolt up due to the sudden sensation, and in one swift motion, he’s stolen the blanket from you.

“Akiraaaaa,” You whine as he squeezes it close to face, smearing his bar scent on it. You can’t see his face in the dim bedroom light, but you just know he’s smiling at you cruelly. What you can see is his hair; all over the place and wild with the moonlight behind him highlighting all the stray hairs. He must’ve taken off his coat, as his silhouette doesn’t have those big, padded shoulders. His tight orange suit always outlines his gorgeous body in a flattering way, even if he’s currently sweaty and gross. A chuckle from him drags you out of your thoughts as he balls up the blanket and gently throws it at you. You catch the heap of fuzz in your arms and cradle it gently, as if it were your firstborn child.

“I had such a fun time,” he slurs as he plops on the bed, arms extended and pretty hair scattered everywhere. “Yeah?” You egg on the conversation while sitting next to him, making sure to keep the blanket away so he doesn’t snatch it again. “Hmm yeah! But I’m real tired now.” You move in closer, and finally you have a good view of his face. He’s naturally handsome like a true rockstar. A gentle smile stretches his lips, plump bottom lip stretched wide. Pink dusted on his long, manly face due to the alcohol. Pretty lashes frame gorgeous almond shaped eyes. His eyelashes flutter close, showing off how truly long they are.

It stays like that for a moment, just you admiring him as he gets comfortable. Such a loving moment feels like it lasts forever. Moonlight glimmers on his eyelids as he opens his eyes to look at you. He’s staring into your eyes with much love, half lidded amber jewels almost glowing in the moonlight. It’s beautiful sight, but you’re too occupied with the odd glimmer that was on his eyelids to focus. You lean in close, and he closes his eyes again anticipating a kiss. You don’t do that; he’s confused when you gently peel off a small, mesh tape from his left eyelid. He opens his eyes, now wider in surprise. No words exchanged, you look at his face and the reason clicks in your head; he put it in to have double eyelids. It looks funny seeing him with different eyelids for each eye. “I wear those for shows,” he explains as he closes his other eye and peels off the other one, revealing his mono-lids. “It’s like a make up thing,” he adds, too intoxicated to think of the right explanation. You hum in response and kiss his forehead, finally giving him what he wanted.

The moment is tender, but you have to break it. “Are you going to shower? You stink,” you playfully jab at him. Ever the drama, he grumbles and flails around, like a child getting their toy taken away. You kiss him again, and he calms down. “I can help you if you’re too drunk,” you suggest. “I’m not a child! I’m sober enough!” He remarks, arms crossed sassily. His gorgeous eyes look at you with such resolve. “Okay. Then go shower, big boy!” You playfully banter. He chuckles as he gets up and gets his things ready for a shower.

After he goes into the bathroom, you resettle into your blanket cocoon. Once again, you giggle evilly to yourself imagining him being cold without the blankets, this time fresh out the shower. Not wasting any time, you drift off to sleep.

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After the shower, Akira tip toes into the room. He’s changed into pajama pants and a tank top. His casual outfit contrasts the cute, grandma hair curlers in his hair; it’s secretly not naturally curly. He looks down at you, wrapped up in a blanket cocoon with your body rising and falling gently. The sight of you so comfortable makes him want to not waste time and get in bed. Much to his dismay, there are no blankets for him! He smirks at your little challenge. Too tired to do any fancy tricks, he lies down and forces himself in your cocoon. Half asleep and too lazy to protest, you let him join. Humming with his chin on your head, he wraps his arms around you. “Thanks for keeping the bed nice and warm,” he teases. You let out a small confirmation hum, and both of you peacefully drift off to sleep.

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[zorilleerrant]

“I think you should do it,” Roz says, as she tosses the tennis ball back to Ben. Ben, who barely noticed when he started a nervous game of catch, fumbles it. She doesn’t look at him. He’s not sure how much to read into that.

“I said T, not E, Roz,” Ben jokes. He’d maybe rather be having that conversation again. It was awkward, at some points, but less personal than this one is. It didn’t really get at the heart of anything except Roz’s need for Ben to love her and he can do that just fine these day.

She snatches the ball out of the air when he tosses it back to her. “Don’t take that tone with me, idiot,” she says, gesturing in a way that would probably get her point across better without Tuck’s pink and green Velcro tennis ball in her hand. “I’m giving you real advice this time, no matter how good you’d probably look, if I’m any indication.”

“Oh, we don’t need two of you, nobody’d be able to look in our direction anymore,” Ben says, vaguely and then paces over to her, leaning heavily on the arm of the couch. “This isn’t another setup, is it? Because I’m already feeling like a punchline.”

Roz sits up to scratch at his head, smiling gently at him as she runs her fingers through his hair. “No, Ben. I really mean it.” She reaches out for a hug, and Ben tenses, not quite ready to put the conversation away, not quite ready to say what he means about any of it, either, and she switches tacks, pulling him down to sit next to her. “Lots of my guy friends love T, I’m sure you’ll love it, too.”

“Lots?” Ben says, turning to give her a skeptical look, and prying the tennis ball from her hands just to have something to fiddle with. He wishes he had that light up thing with him. That had a terrible texture. “How many of your friends are on T?” He’d have heard, he thinks, if there were some kind of epidemic, some kind of trend, some kind of something. He’d hear at the station, or Miranda would, at least, even if he didn’t.

“I mean,” Roz says, giving him that look he remembers so fondly from their childhood, like he’s the stupidest person to ever curse her life, “kind of like half my trans group,” and Ben remembers, vaguely, some trans man hand in hand with Roz at some party she said was his first venture out in public, even though Ben’s not sure they even met again.

“Half?” he asks. He picks at the fuzz marring the surface of the tennis ball, wondering how many of them have the same problem he does, trying to get their energy back after an orchiectomy, and wouldn’t most of them prefer going the other way. But just because Roz lit up like a lightning bug when Ben finally saw her doesn’t mean everyone wants everything exactly the way she does. And the men, of course, probably have different opinions.

“Not exactly half,” she agrees. She can still read his mind, after all these years, and if Ben’s a little jealous he’s slower to read hers, that’s probably just a side effect of the insecurity he’s been feeling lately. Everything seems like a side effect of insecurity, lately. She talks at him, not to him, just to give him a minute to think. “Plenty of people are totally happy where they are. I wouldn’t be, you wouldn’t be, but, hey. It’s not our lives. I think we should all be happy we get to lead such different existences with all kinds of things going on, you know? But we still get each other. Join us. It could be fun.”

“You think it’ll be fun if I do an optional treatment for my ball cancer?” Ben says, and tosses the tennis ball back at Roz, raising an eyebrow just so as he says it. She taught him that, anyway, way back when, making exaggerated expressions at each other until they both broke down into giggles. “Damn, our opinion of fun sure has changed since we were kids.”

“I don’t know,” Roz says, casually inspecting her fingernails. She gives him a sarcastic appraising once over and leans in, her whispers almost as conspiratorial as they used to be, back when late at night really ran a risk of waking someone up annoyed enough to get them in trouble. “Hearing you say balls is still pretty funny, so we can’t have grown up that much.”

Ben glares at his sister. “It is not.”

She holds out the tennis ball, wiggling it just the way everyone who visited him in the hospital did. She purses her lips like she’s getting ready to lipsync. She narrows her eyes like she’s going to give him the lecture of his life. She places a soft hand on his like she’s going to tell him something heartfelt about supporting him. And then all she says is, “balls.” She’s still waving the sphere of pink and green in front of him when she says it, too.

“That’s not funny,” Ben says, and catches himself laughing before he even gets the whole sentence out. Her chest is heaving slightly as she tries to hold in her laugh, too, waiting for him to go first, and he gives up, snorting at her smug expression. “Why is that funny?”

“Hey,” Roz says, with a shrug, propping her elbow on his shoulder and dropping the tennis ball back into his waiting hands, “my hormones make me feel like me, who’s to say your hormones won’t make you feel like you again, you know? You won’t know either way until you give it a shot, and you deserve to give it a shot, too.”

He runs his thumbnail across the rough surface of the toy, making a soft noise that feels like the static of thinking. “That’s different,” he says. It’s hard to tell what he means, even with the fuzz to make manifest the buzzing in his brain. Too many conflicting notions. Too many conflicting goals, maybe, or practices. Roz is looking at him skeptically, though, so Ben adds, for her benefit, “you were depressed,” and wonders if he’s depressed after all. Something hasn’t felt right. Not sad, necessarily, but definitely not happy, either.

“And depression made me tired,” Roz says, and Ben can’t tell whether she’s agreeing with him, or disagreeing, or trying to give him more room to think. He’s not sure how much more room he needs to think, anyway. He’s not sure if he’s going to be able to decide just by thinking some more. “And anxiety made my muscles ache, and trying to keep it all in made me feel like I was getting old before my time. I get it, Ben Warren, believe you me.”

He is tired. He’s tired and sore and feels like he’s not keeping up. He hasn’t said anything, but she’s his sister. She’s seen it. He saw it even before he knew anything about her, but at least this time they’re talking. There has to be a reason he went to her for help, and this has to be it. “It’s kind of nice having a share hobby again, I guess.” The word sits oddly on his tongue, and he makes a face, and Roz lets out that half laugh she does so often these days, so he exaggerates the face for her. “Are we calling it a hobby?”

“I will if you will,” she says, although she’s clearly humoring him.

Ben tosses the tennis ball from hand to hand. It represents his indecision or something, maybe, pink and green swirling around each other like, well, like things that are swirling around inside his head. It would be nicer if there were two clear cut options, though. “Maybe we should try baking macarons some more instead.” The last batch were almost edible, and even when they aren’t, that’s something you can talk to your friends about. Let your wife laugh about. Brag to the internet about, with cute little pictures, or at least Roz did a whole layout for their failed attempts last time, which she says got a laugh.

“We can bake and medicate ourselves, no rule trying to tell us we can’t do both,” Roz says, clearly already imagining one of their attempts finally going right. Or, knowing her and her dawning smile, maybe imagining them going even more disastrously wrong. “We’re full rich people leading full rich lives, aren’t we?”

“That’s only two things, Roz,” Ben says, tragically explaining to her that she’s no better at illustrating her points than she ever was, full rich life or no. “I can’t believe you’ve never learned you need at least three points for a list. Even when you’re comforting your favorite brother, you can’t bother to finish your list.”

Her eyes crinkle, and it’s not so much that she’s holding back a laugh, but that she’s holding back a sappy smile, about to say something profound. Probably something affirmational she learned in one of her support groups, but, hey, Ben could use some words of affirmation right about now. “Hey, Ben?”

Especially if they have something to do with hormones, and his body being there to serve him, not the other way around. He’s liked some of those. They help him when he has a hose wrapped around his arm. “Yeah?” he asks, smiling back at Roz.

“Balls,” she says. Only she says it in the enlightening aphorism tone of voice all the same, even though that’s not enlightening in the slightest.

“Balls,” he agrees, trying not to laugh, nodding sagely.

Roz widens her eyes slightly and says, again, “balls,” and then neither of them can dam up the laughter anymore, grabbing onto each other’s arms as they keep repeating the word. Louder and louder, like they’re kids in the library, waiting to be scolded by the librarian for playing this game this time, too.

“Balls,” Ben says, almost at the top of his lungs, as Roz clutches his wrists and shakes with laughter that really shouldn’t be this strong.

“What is going on here?” comes a voice from the doorway, and Ben turns to look at Miranda, not half as surprised as she should be, and Tuck and Joey on either side of her, clearly trying to suppress their own laughter.

Ben tries very hard to look serious and apologetic, but Roz only laughs harder.

[gamecfchance]

it's not as though she'd expected a happy reunion. a running jump into her arms, milk maid gowns free flowing in the wind as they rejoiced. drew had expected the anger. but the delusional part of her brain, which was the part that was at the forefront these days, was silently hoping they could just skim past the anger. as a pillow collides with the back of her head, it's clear that they'll need to make a pit stop at i'm sorry station. "ow! i was holding a candle." a searing finger nestles between her lips and she sucks out the brief pain like venom. this does capture drew's attention, now completely facing penny who appears to be one lightning strike away from full-blown super villain fury. the power of their connection transcends what they are both willing to understand. it's frightening to some effect, how drew can instantly feel penny's agony crawling beneath her skin. infectious is how drew would describe it, but penny would likely describe it as empathy. she supposed that's where the two differed most. it was dangerous to drew -- and all consuming for penny, it made finding common ground far more precarious when one of them was trying to flee while the other was trying to cling.

"you know -- parker did tell me the pigeons were mindless drones. i thought that was kind of mean, you know? so i sent one. but judging by the fact you didn't get it. i guess i owe him five bucks." she fucked up. she knew the feeling as equally as she knew penny's turmoil considering their tendency to go hand in hand. and wasn't that devastating? knowing that your faults perfectly coincided with your partner's dismay? "i do want to pretend that everything is fine.." the blonde admits, likely the first thing she's been honest about in days. she sighs as she crosses the floor to penny but allows her enough space to feel comfortable. "but that's not fair to you. i know. i just -- i don't know what the fuck happened if i'm honest. and well, fuck. that's not fair to you either. i was sitting at work like.. is this gonna be the rest of my life? being good while everyone else is great? i mean - look, and i'm not trying to project this on you - but you're fucking great." drew scoops up the throw pillow off the ground and sink back into the bar stool, hugging it closely to herself. a waft of penny's perfume fills her nose and she takes a deep breath. it's grounding for a moment. that is until she says, "this time i've spent piecing us back together isn't bullshit, penny. i've been trying to make it up to you. and i'd do it all over again.. a thousand times." french nails are picking softly at the soft fuzz balls on the pillow as she nervously looks for something to do with her anxious fingers. "but will i ever be able to truly make it all up to you? i mean, really. and i want you to be honest with me."

for a long moment, penny doesn’t move. she just stares. at the sheer audacity of drew standing there , draped in borrowed clothes that don’t fit , wearing that same infuriating grin — like she hasn’t been missing for two weeks. like she hasn’t left penny to spiral , to wonder, to reach for a silence that never broke. her heart is still hammering against her ribs , the remnants of panic still thick in her bloodstream , fourteen days of unanswered questions pressing down on her like a weight she can’t shake. and then drew starts talking — rambling , deflecting , making jokes about flounder and burner phones , like this is just another one of her reckless disappearances. like penny hasn’t been tearing herself apart over where she was , if she was even alive, and suddenly something inside her snaps. a sharp , humorless laugh punches out of her , brittle at the edges. "are you — are you fucking kidding me ?" her voice is quiet , but there’s something dangerous beneath it , something raw and frayed. two weeks. two weeks of radio silence, of checking her phone every five minutes , of knocking on doors and getting nothing but shrugs , and now she just waltzes in — grinning , joking , like it’s all some game ? penny moves before she even thinks , grabbing the nearest throw pillow and launching it at her. not hard. not enough to hurt. but something — because if she doesn’t , she might actually scream. "you — " she stops , jaw locking , fists curled at her sides. "you absolute fucking — " another sharp inhale , her breath unsteady , her entire body tight with the effort of keeping herself from completely unraveling. "do you have any idea — any fucking idea — what the past two weeks have been like ? you couldn’t have just — texted ? called ? hell , sent a fucking carrier pigeon ?" she’s breathing too fast. she knows it. feels the way her hands are shaking , the way her chest is rising and falling too sharply. she knows she’s letting the panic and frustration bleed through , but she can’t shove it down. not when drew is just sitting there , completely unbothered , sniffing her vanilla candle like she didn’t just disappear without a trace. penny presses the heels of her hands against her eyes , turning on her heel and striding into the kitchen before she does something she won’t recover from. because she knows drew. knows this is her coping mechanism — acting like nothing is wrong , like she hasn’t just put everyone who gives a shit about her through hell. and maybe , once upon a time, penny would’ve let herself be distracted by the theatrics. would’ve let the relief of drew simply being here outweigh the hurt. but she’s seen this routine one too many times to fall for it now. she grips the counter , sucking in slow , steadying breaths. if she says something now , she will regret it. because part of her , beneath all the frustration , wants to burst into tears — because drew is alive , because she’s standing in front of her , because penny doesn’t have to wonder if she’s lost her forever. after a few seconds , she forces herself to move. forces herself to walk back into the room , stopping in the doorway , leaning against the frame like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. her voice is quieter now , but there’s no mistaking the weight behind it. "are you going to tell me what happened," she says , gaze steady , expression unreadable , "or do you just want to pretend everything is fine ? because i may be a good actress, drew, but i don’t think i can do that."

[second-star-to-motunui]

I love your Yuu is Autistic series! I was hoping if you can do one with the NRC staff please?

Yuu is Autistic! Pt 4

✨Feat. NRC Faculty; Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas and Sam✨

They/Them pronouns for reader. Reader is referred to as Yuu.

Let’s be honest, he doesn’t care.

Half this campus is autistic, that’s not his problem. Plus, if he’s not doing anything about the traumatized kids Overblotting he’s definitely not doing anything about this. Anytime Yuu brings up something related to their autism like needing fidget toys or struggling with school, Crowley just skirts around the subject and blah blah blahs about how he’s still very busy trying to find them a way home. How selfish to ask for more of him when he’s doing his best!

And then he gets a smack on the head and a very stern scolding from Crewel to do better. So now Crowley will, begrudgingly, try to be more accommodating for Yuu and other autistic students by doing the bare minimum. How minimum? Wearing a rainbow infinity button and letting the public know he cares about his “mentally challenged” students. How kind of him.

One day he got guilted by Crewel into taking Yuu shopping for clothes. He happened to notice a big, fluffy stuffed yellow teddy bear in a store. Yuu likes soft things right? Something about good sensory? Eh, why not. He bought it for Yuu and the way they squealed and rubbed their face into the soft fuzz was actually rather cute… What a nice thing he did! How humble and kind he is!

“Prefect! I have purchased you an abundance of trinkets for your mental stimulation. Am I not the kindest for tending to your needs? … No I did not buy it because of Professor Crewel! And I would appreciate if you didn’t complain to him about me when you don’t get your way! … HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE DIVOR—“

Crewel catches on pretty quick. Yuu flinches and covers their ears whenever he cracks his whip and when they’re frustrated they suck their thumb or their fingers twitch. Sometimes he witnesses the more destructive behaviors like lip biting or scratching.

He knows some of their stress comes from a certain birdbrain neglecting them so Crewel takes matters into his own hands. Yuu doesn’t like how their uniform feels? No problem, he will personally tailor a uniform that they’re comfortable in. Oh and no more twitchy fingers. He gives them little toys they can stim quietly with, like clay or a squishy ball. If he needs to get the attention of bad pups in class with his whip, Crewel gives Yuu a warning so they can cover their ears and not be startled.

On days Yuu comes to class looking like they’re in a bad mood or on the verge of tears, Crewel makes quick work getting the rest of the class started on the lesson for the day then sits with Yuu to make sure they’re alright before helping them get started too.

Not everyone knows this, but whenever Yuu is having a panic attack around him, Crewel will take them somewhere quiet, wrap them in his coat and give them a tight hug to help them calm down. If Yuu isn’t into hugs, he’ll just hold their hands. Crowley failed to be a good guardian for this child that has nobody to depend on. Crewel cares about his pup and he’ll always be there for them.

“Sorry for the wait, pup. Are you alright? … Ok, no tears. Here, play with this. Take a breather and we’ll get started once you calm down. And don’t worry, I’ll have a word with headmage about shrugging his responsibilities off on you… Would you like to come by and play with the dogs after school? It’s been a while since they’ve seen you.”

He had a feeling there was something… wrong with Yuu but didn’t understand what. There are times Trein sees Yuu drawing in their notebook instead of paying attention yet when he calls them out they immediately repeat what he said in his lecture almost word for word. Their bad posture is distracting too, it feels like no matter how many times he tells them to straighten up they just can’t remember it.

It’s not until Trein asks Crewel what’s going on with Yuu, since he really is the closest thing to their legal guardian at this point, that he understands they have a neurological disorder. That’s why their memory is so strange. Trein may be old, but he’s willing to learn how to support Yuu. He managed to raise his daughters mostly on his own after all. Crewel does show him some of Cater’s Autism Awareness posts just in case.

Trein doesn’t like when Yuu gets loud with their stimming because it can be disruptive. So, if they get too loud, he’ll just casually put Lucius in their lap and continue with class like it’s nothing. Yuu gets a soft, cuddly friend to help them focus and Lucius gets free pets! It’s a win for everyone! Except Idia, he wants to pet the kitty too but Trein said he’s too dirty.

Honestly, with what Trein knows now he’s starting to notice more autistic tendencies in his other students too cough ace & deuce cough.

“Child, please try and quiet down a little. Are you overstimulated? Here, you and Lucius sit outside for a minute and come back in once you’ve calmed down, alright? Do me a favor and give his tail a brush while you’re at it. Silence, all of you, pay no mind to them, eyes on me!”

As far as Vargas is concerned, there’s nothing physically wrong with Yuu so there’s no reason for them to be struggling with Physical Ed.

He tends to single Yuu out a lot. Yelling at them for putting headphones on during class, scolding them for their bluntness, it’s a huge mess. Until one day where Vargas lost his patience and literally snatched Yuu’s headphones off their ears to blow his whistle and scold them. Yuu screamed out loud, covered their ears and dropped on the ground crying. Ace almost started a fight with Vargas over it but luckily Deuce broke it up and explained the situation while Trey comforted Yuu.

It’s not music they’re listening to? The headphones are meant to muffle loud noises because they have sensitive ears? Seeing how distressed Yuu is, crying while Trey is hugging them tightly, Vargas starts to feel terrible. He feels even worse once Crewel gives him more details. He vows from then on to do better.

Now Vargas checks if Yuu has their headphones on before blowing the whistle. If there’s a work out/exercise they don’t want to do, he’ll talk with them to see if they can come to a compromise.

“Got a second, kiddo? I never got the chance to apologize for my behavior towards you. I can’t say I 100% get what’s wrong with your brain but I’ll do my best to understand it. Now go on and do your laps! A-At your own pace of course! You’ve got this, I believe in you!”

Yeah, he knows. Every time Yuu comes into the shop they stare at and touch everything that looks shiny or interesting for almost an hour, buy a sugary treat and then leave. They do this a couple times a week.

Sam actually helped Deuce select a pair of headphones for Yuu. Specifically, a pair he already knew they would love. It was their favorite color and they could listen to music with them too. Sam was so pleased to see Yuu wearing the headphones the next time they visited the store.

The first time he saw Yuu, nervously biting their thumb and struggling to ask what snacks they could buy for cheap his heart just about shattered. Needless to say, Sam will be joining Crewel in beating up scolding Crowley for his negligence. But first, he’s cooking this baby a meal, Yuu’s not going hungry on his watch, damnit! Now Sam makes Yuu lunchboxes every day with their favorite safe meals along with some candy for sugar cravings.

If Yuu is black/poc Sam does their hair for them. He styles it in ways that’ll look nice and won’t bother or irritate them. If Yuu stims with their hair, Sam will leave some strands out they can play with. He loves hair care days with Yuu more than anything.

“Hello, my little imp! Oh dear, have you been biting your fingers again? C’mere, let me wrap those up. Did you enjoy lunch today? … Cher, there’s no need to thank me! I adore cooking for you! By the way, I’ve got your favorite sweets back in stock! You get a special family discount!”

[belovedcloud]

micah yujin x fem reader [smut]

this is my first writing post on this app, although i've had it for ages and i decided to write a little story bc this man has been brainrotting my head and i literally can't find any bread to read... so here u loves go 💗

notes 📝 ;; oral sex, vaginal sex, afab, consensual sex, dirty talking, very little slut shaming, sex doll references, dumbification, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie

you waited for micah to be done with his hacking, he wasn't lying when he said he studied for 8 hours a day. the comfort of your freshly set bedsheets had made your skin slowly sink into it. the scent of cleanliness flowed throughout the house; making you feel steady. but one thing was missing - your boyfriend micah yujin.

as the sounds of clicking and tapping drummed against your ear, your eyes followed the unit it was coming from. micah fully concentrated into his work as a hacker, you had never seen him so focused.

you missed his touch, the way he would caress your skin. whether it was him just hugging you or either rubbing lotion into you. you missed his voice, how his laughter would erupt whenever you made him happy. when you made him love you for who he is. but all you could do is wait for him to return into the micah you knew; your micah.

soon enough, after sleeping for around another hour, you felt the mattress sinking into micahs touch. "fuck, i'm finally done angel" he whispered with a coarse voice. his hands travelled around your waist as he hugged you from behind. his fingers tapped against your skin as he started kissing your jawline. "mm.. micah.." you whimpered. "i missed you y'know?" you continued speaking.

"you missed me although we were in the same room, how divine am i?" he chuckled against you. "oh shut up." you said as you slowly turned to face him. his features looked so good up-close. his hair covering his forehead as his golden eyes looked at you, with gorgeous spiked fangs that could cut your skin. "you are so beautiful angel, so fucking hot... i wish i could just.. fuck.." he spoke up.

"don't say such things if you don't act upon them micah!" you huffed at him. "oh yeah?" he questioned as his hands travelled further up your body. positioning themselves on your bra clasp - unlocked.

"and you called me the pervert before huh." you giggled. micahs smile turned into a smirk as he unravelled your top half. completely bare after a minute of touching you. "you are an angel.. you really are." he commented right before he kissed your collarbone. the fuzz of your skin pressed against his smooth face as he travelled down to your tits. caressing them with both his hands.

"i need to worship these more often." he said as he looked up at you. kissing your stomach as he gave into his own pleasures. a service dom was what he was. he wanted you to be happy before he would even help himself. "m-micah.. fuck you're touching me just right.."

sweet nothings spewed out of his mouth as he started to twist your panties, slowly pulling them off as he bit his fang into his lower lip. you shook in anticipation seeing him be so needy for you. a tingling sensation happened in your cunt as he used your slick liquid to lubricate your lips. "you're soaking.. such a little slut" he scowled out. "mm.. ahh.. micah please.." you whimpered.

"you want me to fuck you hmm?" he questioned as he played with your clit, rubbing your inner thighs with his other palm. he slowly teased you until finally he inserted his fingers into you. "damn angel.. your cunt is so warm." he laughed out. "micah..! please!" you tried to plead with him. you started to grasp onto his hair as he continued fingering you.

"what a mess.. guess i have to clean you up somehow." he said before using his split tongue explore your folds. "mmph...!" you moaned out as you felt the ball of his tongue piercing vibrated against your clit. "mmm.." he slurred out as he cleaned you with his tongue. "so good.." he whispered out. you felt yourself chasing your high as you twisted his hair into your fingers. "more.. more!" you gasped out as your cunt started to gush out your orgasm. "oh fuck yeah angel, let it all out."

"so good micah.. so good!" your body twitched in lust as you finished riding your high. "wow angel, never thought you were like that." he chuckled as he slowly got up. "oh shut up." you ridiculed him. "wait.. what are you doing?" you asked with a shaky voice. "we're not done sweetheart, i need to make you cum again.." he uttered.

"h-huh.. mmph..!" you shrieked out a muffled scream; he slammed his cock into you. "o-ohhh fuck.. angel you feel so warm on my cock." he groaned out. slow, hard thrusts had started to make sloppy sounds as he fucked into you. his thick, long cock making you feel overstimulated as he hit your g-spot.

"fuck! right there!" you wailed out, scratching his bare back. you started to go dumb on his cock. simultaneously, he started to hold you up as he laid down onto the bed. making you the person on top. "get ready angel.. this is gonna be fun" the moment he said that, was the moment he started to shove you down on his cock. you were like a sex doll, just continuous smacking sounds as you screamed in pleasure.

"ahhh!! micah.. too much..! feels too good!" tears spewed out of your eyes as you felt your mind getting dizzy. you soon felt that familiar lustful high in your cunt. moans and groans filled the room as micah started to rub your clit to overstimulate you.

"cum angel, cum with me.. l-et me f-fuck fill you up" he whimpered out. you nodded at his remark, not even being able to slur out a phrase. tears flooding your face as you began to shake again. "ahh! gonna cum.. gonna cum micah!" you screamed as you collapsed on top of him. both of you a sweaty mess.

"mmm.. angel lets get you cleaned up yeah? don't want my sweetheart to be dirty." he chuckled out as he kissed your face. "yeah yeah." you slurred out. "seems like i fucked you too hard, hmm?"

[blythebitez]

AAAAA could i get some yandere headcanons for beel if its not too much!!!

>o<

Yandere Avatar of Gluttony||Beelzebub

TW: Yandere(Duh) , Blood/Gore, Delusions. (General Yandere things)

-Many people seem to forget that devildom is hell, a place where sinners go to be tortured. Where demons, imps and ghouls run a muck trying to get their bloodlust out.

-With being one of the seven rulers of hell, of course they’re more civil then lowly imps. But they can break

-The lord of flies is a gentle giant, especially when it comes to you. But once his demonic nature comes out, the giant is no longer so gentle.

-“Oww!” You cried out. A little D got ahold of a fork, it’s instincts telling it to kill you. Obviously the little D wasn’t an actual threat, with being only five inches tall and all. It stabbed your bare foot, giggling watching blood seep from the wound. You and Beel had woken up in the middle of the night to get a midnight snack when the small fuzz ball appeared.

-Beel looked down at the lil D and simply picked it up by it’s neck fuzz. The ball scrambling to get away but. Beelzebub’s pupils turned sharp in that moment and you watched his sharp canines part, his jaw snapping out of place for a moment. He then bit into the demon, ripping it in two.

-You were taken aback by this action but he simply shrugged while chewing half of the demon. “It hurt you, it no longer needed to live…. Yuck… it even tastes foul…” He said calmly while spitting out the other half of the demon.

-Ever since then you’ve noticed Beel… change.

-Some demon who bumped into you in the hall earlier is found, organs on display, bite marks riddle the corpse. Staying in the hall where they bumped into you.

-You find the giant sticking to your side like glue, more then he does his twin. He holds you like a toy, sometimes even walking with you in his arms.

-He rubs up against you, always hugging you and smothering you. (Sometimes so much so you can’t actually breath underneath him.) sniffing you often then hugging you, refusing to let you go until you smell… right. Suddenly the rest of the brothers back away from you, your interactions with them are limited. When you ask Mammon why he laughs as if you didn’t know. “Are ya kiddin?! You smell like Beel! And I’m not gonna be his next meal!” With scent being a territorial mark, he’s isolated you from the other brothers.

-“Here… I brought this… I thought you might be hungry.” He says as he drags the corpse of a giant wolfish demon up to your room. A small smile on his face, a lovesick stare as he’s covered in the lower demon’s blood. Not taking the look of terror on your face as a bad sign.

-When out in the plaza, Beel turns into a beast, his horns come out, his nails turning sharp and claw like. He’s looking everywhere at once while out you, if someone dares look your way. They’re gone in seconds. It comes to the point where you two can’t even enjoy your time together. Beel is attacking almost everyone, he’s so paranoid that someone will take you away… lock you away… like what happened to belphegor…

-Here! He’ll mark you. That solves… most of the problems. He’ll know where you are all the time, others know who you belong to… and he’ll know how you’re feeling! W-what? Why are you running from him. Don’t run, where are you going? “Don’t run.” He calls out walking after you.

- In reality you’re screaming and running for your life, Beel had turned fully demon when rejected. All that came out of his mouth was growls and snarls. The demon chasing after you his insect wings giving him flight flying after you. He finally catches you. His talons are close to your face as he pounced on you, pinning you to the ground with force, giving you a huge bruise on the stomach. Tears pour from your eyes begging Beel to stop and to get off of you. He can’t actually hear you. He rips your top in two and sinks his teeth into your side. You scream out as he begins to transfer some of his power to you, marking you by force. You’re lucky he’s conscious enough to not pull out the chunk of flesh he sunk his teeth into.

-He’s confused on why you’re avoiding him now… he marked you. Your his now… you should be happy.

-You try to talk this over with Lucifer in private. Lucifer nods. He’s known about all of this. What’s the problem? It’s just something demons do for their mates. You’ll get used to it, it IS hell after all. He laughs at your silly worries, he’s just doing what’s in his nature.

-“Now… for the sake of the whole of Devildom… you’ll submit to him… right?” Lucifer asked you. It sounds like more of a threat then a question. Lucifer had just worked out his family’s bond… a mer human like you isn’t going to ruin it. Because if he knows Beel. Rejection doesn’t go over well on him (or any demon for that matter.)

-So for the greater good… it’d be best if you accept Beelzebub’s ‘confession’. No matter how overbearing he is, no matter how paranoid he is, no matter how over protective he is, no matter how smothering he is.

-He is a demon after all.

[creative-soul-22]

And then Harriet tries out an Arrow and shoots it at Alistair Crump just for fun (because she thinks she'll miss him anyway) and it hits like in the middle of his tophat and under the tophat his forehead and she goes like "BULL'S EYE!!" Crump looks at it, sees it, looks at Harriet and then says "Fuck" before collapsing.

And furious Leota snarls at Harriet like a wolf and yells at her: "HEY!! WHAT WAS THAT???!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER WAS FOR MEEEEE!!!!" and runs after Harriet and she be like: "I'm sorry, Honey, I'm Sorry Honey, I am so so sorry!" Then she just stops to meet Leota's eyes and Leota stops, too and raises her axe, ready to chop Harriet's head off but Harriet looks deep into her eyes, takes her hand to softly put the axe aside and just hugs her to say: "I am so sorry, my love" and gives her a kiss. All the fury in Leota is suddenly forgotten as she kisses Harriet back and drops the axe to the ground.

Meanwhile Gabby and Ben are coming out to see what the fuzz is about only to see Harriet and Leota kissing with Constance's axe next to them. Gabby immediately covers Travis' eyes and comments with a "didn't see that coming".

Alistair Crump then wakes up again and sees it and is like "I must have slept for a looooong time. What the hell is THIS??" And Leota hearing knowing he isn't dead goes furious again and pulls out of the hug, picks up her axe and chops him all while he is screaming and she is like: "HOW YOU LIKE THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKER?! HUH????!!! HUH???!! TELL ME!!! THIS FOR TRAPPING ME IN A CRYSTAL BALL!!! THIS IS FOR THROWING HARRIET OUT!!! THIS IS FOR HAUNTING GABBY AND TRAVIS!! THIS IS FOR ALMOST KILLING BEN!! AND THIS IS FOR YOU!!!"

With every chop Leota has more blood on her regalia and Harriet is like: "Wow, I didn't know ghosts could bleed that much. But Baby, you have no idea how INCREDIBLY SEXY you look when you furiously chop people into pieces!"

Leota, now confused, stops. "I look... SEXY???" "Yes, quite, Baby" is Harriet's reply which earns her another kiss from Leota who again drops the axe.

Constance, still watching, realises: "I think I'll never see that axe again."

Kent, who just wanted to stop by, sees Alistair Crump chopped into pieces like minzemeat, Harriet and Leota kissing, Leota being covered in blood, Gabby watching shocked while covering Travis' eyes, Constance watching bored. "Well, I guess that's just an average Wednesday at the Haunted Mansion, am I right? AMEN! Do you think Leota needs help with her exorcism?" "Nah", answers Gabby, "I don't think she needs ANY help at the moment." Kent bashfully looks away as he realises he had stared at Leota and Harriet kissing. "Oh god, why am I still single? Can I get a man? AMEN!"

Then Ben storms out furisously yelling: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA DOING???!! HUH??!! GABBY, TRAVIS! GET INSIDE!! HARRIET! YOU..." he stops as he sees Harriet is kissing Leota. "ew. HARRIET! LEOTA! WHAT! THE! FUCK! ARE! YA! DOIN!" Harriet and Leota immediately wince and let go as they hear Ben calling them out. "Oh. Pity it's over", says Kent.

Ben meanwhile sees what had happened and continues: "LEOTA!! WHAT! THE! ACTUAL! FUCK!!" He picks up the axe and walks back to the house. "EVERY FUCKING TIME!!" Leota and Harriet walking following him to the house but Ben be like: "No. Uh-uh. Not like this. Clean up the mess, clean yourselves up and THEN you can come inside." "But... but Crump deserves it, doesn't he?", Harriet says. "I KNOW he deserves it. BUT WE HAVE A KID!!" "Oh." "Now, clean everything up and then come back in. Gabby is making lunch. And I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU DO THIS SHIT AGAIN, ARE WE CLEAR???!!" "Crystal", is Leota's reply. Ben goes inside, murmuring to himself: "Nobody gonna get that axe ever again!"

Kent, still outside is like: "God, it was fun. Why did I miss it? AMEN!"

(Note to myself: too much swearing. Too much splatter. Too much blood. You can do better next time.)

I don’t think it’s fair the Hatbox ghost was banished… William, Leota, Ben and Travis should be allowed to hunt him for sport.

[holylottie]

aquarium dome.

cursed!Cove Holden x reader

warnings: father-son miscommunication, cove got the curse but cliff got the sadness, kyra and cliff together for lore needs, monarchy, reader is the heir of rapunzel's tale, cross-posted on ao3.

summary: Cove Holden is the heir to the tale of Beauty and the Beast, a prince who is known to hate any royal event. You can share the feeling, but not directly with him, Cove is almost unreachable! 

But no worries, you are not alone, you can share your thoughts with C, your mysterious friend who sits on the highest shelf in the library every evening.

p.s. hiding from oneself is not a very e-fish-ent move.

Cove hopped down the stairs, his ocean green locks flowing freely. Reaching the end, he came across a room full of furniture-like employees passing by from all sides, the sight made his stomach turn. But it wasn’t long till his worries eased, in the middle of that coordinate dance of organization was his mother, and her presence was more than enough.

“Baby!” her smile was so big that Cove couldn’t contain his own “I’m sorry about the fuzz, gotta get everything ready for the big night!”

The previous smile got a little smaller, royalty balls weren’t his favorites. No event with royalty was if he was being truly honest, but he did his best for the sake of his parents.

“I promise you don’t need to be socializing for too long, okay?” She hugged him by the side, checking the clipboard on her hands “go get yourself some food! An empty bag cannot stand upright!” 

The boy chuckled, walking straight to the kitchen. He wasn’t a fan of eating at the table in the morning, it was all too lonely. In fact, that big place looked lonely all the time ever since…

Well, ever since his father decided to take refuge in his office.

The new chef made some pretzels for him, eagerly trying new things everyday to win Cove’s paladar, but the young boy remained faithful to Mrs. Potts, his favorite cook. Most of the time, he didn't know if she really cooked better or if he was unintentionally sabotaging himself to his preferences.

It didn't matter now, she could cook either way.

“The king is eating in the dining room, would you like to make him some company, your highness?” 

Cove's head moved so fast in the direction of the servant that the world seemed to twirl for a couple of seconds. He didn't even remember to nod and thank the man, his legs taking him fast, afraid his father could vanish. 

“Dad!” 

He cheers, but his voice gets progressively lower seeing that his father was already up, cleaning his hands.

“Oh, hello, darling” Clifford gives him a side smile, pressing his lips. And cove has to contain himself to not take the butter knife and cut the tension out.

Two beasts staring at each other, the unspoken words deciding who was going to be the prey.

“Are you gonna come back to your studies?” uncertainty in every letter.

“Yes, the clock is running against me.” Cliff makes a sad chuckle and if the son wasn't so busy in his own insecurities, would have noticed the kind essence behind the king's eyes. “gotta go, darling, have a nice meal. Excuse me.”

“There will be no glory for this family, you should let that animal go.” 

Both men stopped on their tracks for a second, but the king paid no mind to his child's words, leaving the room. When did you stop sharing bonbons? 

The young prince sat in the luxury chair, his hunger long gone.

He was the prey today.

You were on the other side of the city, sitting at goldilocks restaurant. It was even more beautiful at night, the large chandeliers and the many flowers distributed throughout the place made it an unique environment.

The food menu made Leandra jump for joy, she had finally taken some time off from the sea and prayed to Poseidon that this time no one served sushi as Lizzie had at their last gathering.

She could only complain about the smell still making her nauseous, and how the poor little fish got through so much pain to not even be cooked.

“My feets are simply killing me!” Lee said while sitting by your side. She put her and your drinks on the table. 

“I told you to choose the other one…” Elizabeth singing-said, joining you two at the table “But let's go to the subject directly: ball attire!” 

The lady opened a huge smile, without being able to contain her hands.

“I am torn apart between blue and pink, to be honest…” 

You and Lee shared a look, you two could give your opinions but everybody in that table knew that Lizzie would wear the one she liked in the end.

“I'm really excited, so much time since the Holden's had a ball!” Lee shared, quickly changing her expression “do you think Cove's gonna show up?” 

Elizabeth and you took a moment to think.

In your humble opinion, you disagree with every single colocation that anyone on the royalty circle had. But when it comes to the beauty royalty, you were even more the black sheep. 

Cove Holden seemed to live in his own world while the others wandered the earth waiting for his next move, authenticity flowed through the few poppy branches in his green hair. It was his personal garden.

You thought everything around him, about him, was so amusing. Definitely a mystery, but intriguing just the same.

“Hopefully he will feel comfortable enough to.” you answered, without giving time to them to add anything “what about your friend, Liz?”

“What friend? Miranda?” 

”No, silly, Baxter!” Lee was the one who answered. 

Lizzie huffed, not minding the jokes, but done with only talking about the new student.

“He is my friend, why is everyone so pressed about it?” her eyes rolled “I get it, I get it, he is the prince charming heir, I got the princess role, but basically everyone in Epilogue is royalty!” 

Your other friend pressed her lips together seeing the outburst “I'm sorry, Lizzie, I didn't mean to upset you.”

The oldest shook her head, taking a deep breath and pressing her long nail in one of her fingers.

“No, no, I'm sorry, I didn't want to sound so mad. It's just...If I'm gonna sleep for a hell of eternity the least that people could give me is some liberty to make my own choices while I can, don't you think?”

Your hands were quickly to find hers, receiving an appreciative smile. You knew about complicated destinies.

“Well, I never saw anyone manage time better than you, but if I can say something, eating ice scream is the best deal to make!” 

Laughs were shared between the trio, and the rest of the afternoon was light-hearted conversations and clothes search.

Shortly after, you all went to Epilogue. The school had its baobab doors open and the talking cricket welcomed everyone.

You said goodbye to your friends, having the first period free to collect your books and decide which extracurricular activities you would engage in this year.

The library was your first step of the morning, but without a specific book in mind, you started wandering through new categories that would satisfy your curious brain.

"How the lines of fate works", "Destiny: cause and correlations”, "Horses".

Horses?

You couldn't think that much about the topic, a pile of books crashed onto the floor a few meters away, you started following the direction but stopped when an alarming voice asked you.

“I've got this, please, don't worry” they said. 

They were on the other side of the shelf, the last one of the right side. 

“Is everything alright there?” you asked, waiting for they to get out, but that didn't happen “do you need any help there?”

“No, thank you, I'm gonna stay here for a while.” it was your answer “But I would appreciate it if you stay in your side.” 

“Oh, okay” it was confusing, maybe they had a embarrassing situation going on “Well, so I will stick around and make you some company”

“No, don't worry, you don't need to do it” 

Your face broke into a smile, they apologized a lot. 

“You will be making me company in the same amount. And even more, making new friends on the first day sounds awesome.” you sat on the floor.

“We should begin by the beginning, it is always the same anyway” your voice got a little louder, afraid it wouldn't reach their ears “I'm y/n, how about your name?”

A few mutters escaped their mouth “Hm, would it be okay for you if you just call me him? Or he?” he shrugged, insecure in his ask 

“That is more than alright, don't worry, I won't meddle in” you answered “Maybe we could decide a letter for you?”

“I can work with C!” his voice got less worried and if you pay enough attention, you could find a happy tone

“We should start with simple questions then, C.” you tried to keep the conversation going “do you like flowers?” 

“Yes, I do!” his voice got excited “I have my own garden! My favorite is the poppy, but I like the yellow ones only”

You scrunch your nose, confused

“How can it be your favorite if you only like one color?” 

Your parents and you lived in the center of the town, but on a no-way-out street. They were requested to stay close, even though they were almost always away in the lake house. 

“Eugene! How can that be a cat?” you heard your mother's voice complain playfully.

“You gave me creative liberty!” 

When you entered the living room, your father had puppy-eyes to you and your mom was seated haphazardly on the couch.

“Do you wanna see my mimic, sweetie?” 

“From my mother's experience, I think I do not.”

“Meow-ch” he answered, tossing himself by your mom's side. 

You walked in the kitchen's direction, but stopped once you saw pre-packed lunches on the table.

“no.” 

“y/n, you have to try it again…” your mother pleaded.

“I can not! Is it that hard to understand, I just freeze!” your voice became hoarse easily.

Thinking about your biggest fear was enough to upset you.

“It's okay, we can go on little steps” they both went to the kitchen, taking you in their arms “slow and steady, hm?" 

“Like a chameleon!" Eugene's added.

Things weren't solved with a simple hug, but you're glad to have people around you to make it a little easier.

A failed try was still a try. 

All of your attempts to hide your new mysterious friend from your not mysterious best friend had the same result: failure. 

Derek is, without a doubt, a terrible liar. For a time, you were almost sure that he could be Pinocchio's heir, until you witnessed his green magic. 

But here's the thing about terrible liars: they are great at figuring them out.

“Okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but you can't believe that I will believe this hard-to-believe excuse.”

You smiled, he certainly spoke more than his tongue.

“So I don't have to tell you?” you arched one eyebrow, thinking the whole conversation was very amusing.

“Well, no, I mean, I'd be happy for you to tell me, completely happy, but I'm certainly not going to be mad if you don't.” He smiled at you “Even if I think the wise thing to do would be to tell me, if it is bothering you, it's definitely too much of a burden to carry alone.”

You laughed, nodding your head in denial, could ever be a conversation where Derek didn’t worry?

You two headed to Cinderella’s class, a non-regular dance lesson, but that was held every week before a ball. Author forbids anyone to ever miss a step in these routines.

Derek and you were a little bit late, too busy in your own conversation to carry about the ticking clock, and once you two entered the room, the boy by your side was scooped by the teacher. She knew Derek was the only one polite enough to not decline dance in front of the whole class, even if he hated all the attention on himself.

However, you didn’t stay alone for too long, another person was late. One point for destiny, zero to your indecision!

Immediately, the music started playing, and you looked to your partner.

Well, destiny must be really up for the competition, cause offering you a hand was the Holden Prince. A very uncomfortable prince, but looking incredibly charming nevertheless.

Two points for destiny, zero to your insecurities. You felt like a fish out of water so close to a big member of the royal council.

His face was flushed, more red than the roses you saw in the path to your house, and the previous duo-dance transformed into a trio. Him, you and the deadly awkward silence between. 

He didn't mutter a single word to you and once the teacher dismissed the class, Cove was the first one to take his bag and leave.

You made a mental note to complain about it to your library friend. 

The last lesson of the day was Introduction in Princesology and you couldn't think about a more boring class. 

Sitting on your usual spot, you waited for your desk-partner. Placing your books and pencil case on the table, you notice a little note glued to the support part of the table. 

“Delight me in your presence? — C” 

It was a simple yellow paper, adorned with a beautiful sketch of a poppy and a happy fish. 

A wave of happiness went through you, and you suddenly got up from your seat. 

Which could be normal unless you are in the middle of a class, with the teacher making a practical example on how to spot the difference between a regular frog and an enchanted one.

She looked at you with a big question mark on her face. The same expression as everyone in the room.

“gotta go. Headaches.” you said, leaving the class, not giving enough time to your body swallow itself in embarrassment.

A few steps were all you needed to head where you were needed. 

You entered the library already complaining, and sat on the floor, not failing to notice that this time a new rug adorned the floor.

“I just, I can't do it!” you said, frustrated, adjusting to the rug “I literally ran away and I mean, going in the wrong direction would have me dead! How can I be a suitable heir in these conditions?” 

Your friend gives a loud laugh, but quickly hides it with a fake cough.

“Are you seriously laughing at me? I thought this was a safe place to vent!” you said, not really upset.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it! It was stronger than me!” he apologizes 

“It's okay, don't worry…” your hands started making patterns in the soft fabric. “I'm glad I could make your day a little better, but my problems aren't really that bad, I'm improving my singing skills, it's all I truly needed.”

“You need to be a singer?”

“No, no, no” a little chuckle escaped your lips “I just need to be able to sing one healing song, nothing much…” 

He didn't say anything for some time, and if you didn't know he was up in the shelves, you would have thought he was gone. 

“You mean your song can make things come back the way it was before?”

“Well, kind of, I guess.” you shrugged, you never really had to explain it before, and finding words to it was harder than you thought. “It’s more like healing what once was damaged”

It was quiet for a while again, but it didn’t bother you this time. You started to learn that his silence sometimes said even more than his words.

“Do you think you could help me with something?”

This time, you were the quiet one. Getting up from your previous position, you tried to get closer to the voice, worried about him.

“Are you hurt, C?”

“NO! No…” he quickly added “I-I’m, it’s just… it’s very complicated.”

“I like complicated stories, you shouldn't spare me the details!” you sing-said, already finding a more comfortable position to listen.

“Well, I guess I already revealed a lot about myself anyway…” 

C was thinking on the best way to start, at least that was how you take his silence.

“It all began not so long ago, in a not so far away land. The king had a nice marriage and a happy kingdom, not much more could be asked for in a simple man’s eyes, but he had a secret wish in his heart, that claimed his whole body and soul: to have a golden heron that wandered around his realm.

He went on long journeys away from his wife, trying to capture the golden animal. Until the ball in celebration of the queen's birthday came, and as her gift, she pleaded to her husband to forget about his wish, and he promised to, even if he didn’t understand her pleas, it was just a gilt bird, for who could ever learn to love such a beast?

But the golden heron was his deepest dream, he wanted it more than anything. He said it to his wife before they even married. More than anything. 

After a few days of discussion, he thought that the best was to just leave it aside, to hide his ambition.

Until, he spotted the animal close to the sea. The royal ruler's land was full of living mazes, plants and trees everywhere, which confused the poor heron. The king shoots a straight arrow, craving it in the animal's heart.

It didn't last long, in his sight the heron was long gone, switched into a naked woman. His wife. The sky closed with dark clouds, a rainstorm starting.

He asked for her forgiveness while she asked the moon god for mercy. Yet it was all for nothing, the moon god condemned the man to be seen as he was. 

A beast in the body of a man locked in the form of a beast. 

The god made his daughter a statue. A material memorie of the beast's choices, holding a red poppy until the beast was able to find someone to truly love him. Until he was able to love himself the way he was deep down…”  

You thought there was more, the history made you want to understand every single detail, did the king loved the queen? How about all the rest of the kingdom? Did it end up happily? C didn't give you anything more.

“I think I like your version better. If I am condemned to be the way I am, I would rather do it all by myself in a tall tower” he said, from the top of the library shelf.

You took a moment to fully comprehend his words, still processing the tale. Who was the beast? How did it affect C? How could he wish to do all of this on his own?

“What about your parents? You can't talk to them about it?” 

He said something that you couldn’t catch, not hearing an answer back, he repeated it, louder “They never saw it. I never showed it to any of them.”

Even without wanting, your face contorted into a deep frown. It must be hard doing it all alone. You still couldn't imagine him a beast, everything about C was gentle.

“Not that I don’t have their support, but mom is most of the time some miles away for her queen duties. And my dad…” he stopped for a moment, in the silence, the only thing you could think of were the sound of bubbles “my dad tries his best but he’s just not the same anymore.”

His voice had a feeling that you couldn’t catch. Maybe it was the kind of mix of understanding and grief that only parents could give.

“Isn't it ironic that both our lives were doomed by flowers?”

For a few moments, you both were lost in your own musings, without knowing that we're sharing the same thoughts.

“Perhaps we could find our own seed. Make sure it grows happily.”

You smiled. C's own personal garden was now yours too. 

“I have nightmares about it. I think I'm afraid of becoming something worse.” 

He confessed and your father's wise words echoed in your mind. You took a little longer than him to gather the words, but you hopped to help that same way.

“You know, when someone passes for such a hard thing like you do, they have a lot of fear, and this fear doesn't come out all at once. They get out little by little, with every little laugh and hug you receive.” you said, mentally praying it would fit in C's context, your hands move freely while explaining, even if he couldn't see it “so these nightmares are the little amount of fear that your body is still holding. But you don't have to worry, one day it will all go away.” 

“I guess I got to laugh a lot then!” the secret friend answered, holding to the little by little part.

“Well this is your lucky day! You have me to do it!” 

He playfully laughed, charmed by your cheers. 

The silence grew comfortable once again.

“Yeah, I think I got my own golden heron.” he whispered, smiling gratefully. 

The reunion of Parents and Tales was a gathering between guardians and professors that happened every two months. The objective was to make everyone aware of the semester routine, events and the student's grades. 

You find it boring but always come to spend time with Derek or Lizzie, except for today, cause the second your feets passed through the door, you excused yourself to the library. 

And we're there for at least one hour, without having any need for it to end.

“I will give you twenty crowns for you to tell me which you prefer.” 

“You can't buy my sincerity! That is a hideous move!” his words were interspersed with laughter

“Okay, I will just choose it then.” 

His silence was short, followed by a sequence of “What is it? What is it? What is it?” 

“Getting a handful of these brings a joy you've never felt, but don't leave me in your pockets because I may melt! What am I?” 

You said the riddle, waiting for his answer.

“You brought me chocolate?” 

His voice didn't carry the joy you mentioned. Actually, suddenly C sounded down. 

“You don't like chocolate? I bought you the cherry one, but I can give you another flavor or…” 

"I can't do this. I can't, I can't, I can't…” 

C's voice suddenly stopped with a loud thud in the background, making your whole body shiver. Your brain was so filled with uneasiness that you didn't realize where your legs were taking you. You broke the promise.

You had got up, running to his side of the shelf.

And once you were there, in your sight was the prince.

Well, he did have a crown. 

But he also had fins, gills and scales. 

An ocean green fish, a moorish idol looking like in a round aquarium ornate with gold. In tiny steps, you get closer and closer, seeing that his little left flipper had an even smaller pink scar. 

“No! No, no, no, you gotta leave!” he said. The fish. C. Cove? You didn't even know how to refer to him. 

“Do you…can I…do you want to be held?” you kept going forward and back, afraid of passing any limits.

Cove could only mutter, and once you saw a puddle on the floor you started to freak out, losing any common sense.

“It's okay! It's okay! I'm going to help you, cove” you got close enough to have his little bowl in your hands, trying to equilibrate him for no water leaking. “You gonna be okay, I promise”

And this promise, you intended to never break.

The night of Holden's ball came. 

The last time the palace looked that illuminated and perfectly decorated was when the heir was born. 

Walls with expensive fabrics, floral arrangements in every corner and crystal chandeliers adorned the entrance hall. 

The principal saloon had a huge dance circle, a big table that went from end to end with an enormous variety of food, but what made it perfect for a party was the impeccable vitrales that the room had. No other place in Grimmwood could ever compare to the beauty of the Holden's windows.

In the left corner of the room, a white staircase resided, shaped like a C, and you need to be honest, a curved ladder gave a nice touch to the architecture. 

Not that you could focus that much on the building. Going down the stars was the Prince, his ocean green hair was looked by a fish golden clip, his attire was on the finest finary: a white ruffle shirt decorated with a golden and red brooch, matching with dark pink trousers. 

The Holden family got together for the pics, at Merlin's request. 

The camera facing Cove, his father's arms around his shoulders and every single person's eyes on that room were on him, and he couldn't breathe. He suddenly couldn't breathe. 

The young boy's smile faltered, and as soon as the flash went out, he left the room, going to the stairs to find refugees in his mother's personal library. 

He missed the sound of steps behind him, Clifford was in his tail, following him with a worried look. 

The boy reached the second floor, entering the first door he could find: his father's office.

“you know what? I can't do this anymore!” Cove cried out.

Cliff closed the door behind him, watching his son pace around the room.

“You are still the king you were before! Still an egotistical man!” Cove's hands move exasperatedly, all his body attempting to emphasize his despair “you still only seek glory!” 

“You changed ever since the cursing! You are not the same with me.” Cove’s words got through his dad's skin, piercing his heart more deeply than any dagger could, making it seem easy to kill a beast. “You never looked at me again. Not truly.” 

The ambient got quiet for a while, until faint sobs were heard.

The king was…crying?

“It was my fault. Your curse was mine to take upon.” Clifford couldn’t hide the aching in his voice “I left you for a couple of minutes, I told you to not touch the fallen rose, but you’re such a young and curious kid, and now you’re doomed to this suffering like once I was. I had my time to accept that my claws were claws, but how can I forgive that your little fingers would soon fade into such tight grips? That I couldn’t protect you like I was supposed to? Oh, Cove… I would rather have this kingdom succumb to ashes than see you face the mirror with fear. I had to do something, That’s what I’m researching. No magic is powerful enough to be unbreakable. Definitely not with the strength of my love.”

Cove’s mouth got dry, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t feel anything beside his burning eyes.

“Even for the pain that comes with being different, sometimes, I miss my ugliness, and I think that some people may miss it too.” The older Holden took a deep breath, looking through the stained-glass window. “It's easier to be hated and love for afar than let yourself experience any good thing that you sort yourself undeserving. I didn’t want you to ever feel what I did during those years.” 

Clifford shocked his head, trying to focus on the topic and gather his thoughts.

“But none of this is ever an excuse for what I did to you. My fears and regrets are many but not one of them regards you… I mean, except for the absence ever since it happened. I’m sorry, Cove. I truly am.”

And that was the first time in a few pages that father and son looked at each other in the eyes, the first time they were in the same paragraph, paying attention and trying to understand the other's notes.

“I really apologize about that, my darling. The last thing that my monstrous heart wanted was to put you in any kind of pain.” Cliff gave a sad smile “I love you endless, from the tips of my claws to the end of my nose.”

“You don’t love me till the end of your forehead?”

“Well, considering that my thought was that the best for you was to not have me around to focus only on the cure, I suppose that my head isn’t the best place to receive love right now.”

Cove shrugged “I think that's what makes it the most needed place.”

The dad’s eyes watered once again “There is no creature that your heart couldn’t ever bend.” 

You went outside, your legs and mind aching for a rest that only a comfortable bench in a silence garden could provide. You kept walking, looking at the ground once you saw the crying statue that the Holden palace had. You were afraid that looking at it for too long would make you cry too.

You wandered aimlessly, your feet passing through to the living gates without a care in the book, that was until your attention was caught. In front of you was a red poppy field, an impeccable courtyard that you couldn't take your eyes away from, lured to the shining petals. 

“Don't touch them!” 

You jumped, having his hands on your shoulders quickly, but the panic was soon gone, you recognized Cove's voice, only this time, you could also see him. 

“Sorry, they are incredibly pretty” you apologize, even if his voice is nothing but worry for you.

“Yeah, the moon god has some mercy after all…” He said, not looking directly at you, but not able to face the flowers too.  

“Thought that some fresh air would do some good.”

“Already cut your hair?” he moved his gaze to your head.

“Couldn't handle the sweat.” you laughed a little, smiling wider to him. “How long have you been here?” 

“A little bit. Couldn't stay that long…” 

“Well, you did try your beast.” you smiled, trying to catch his eyes.

He stopped for a minute, confused if you meant if or got a wrong letter. The prince gave the first true laugh of the night.

“The stars in the palace seem brighter than the ones in the city.” you commented, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, these are not stars” the young boy smiled, and you realized that there was something even brighter than the constellations lighting up the place “they are firefly's in lanterns” 

A garden seemed like a suitable place for both of you to talk, little by little Cove's roots and yours were intertwining and the silence that grew between you two served only to water the comfortable relationship. 

Cove got up and stopped a few feets away from you —and the field—, swinging his body softly by hearing the melody from the party inside. He was looking you directly in the eyes for the first time. It was a night for a lot of first time's for him.

“Care to dance with me?” he gave you a shy smile. 

“I can't hear anything, we can't dance without a song!” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The young Holden stared at you in a funny way, you could almost see his brain searching for solutions. Until his lips started moving, he was singing?

He comes close to you, giving his hand in offer while making his own melody. 

You chuckled, bowing slightly and accepting it, and found yourself in the same entranced feeling from before, but your sight was even more amusing and bright.  

It started as a classic ballroom routine, but soon you entered the song making an energetic duet, twisting and turning around the garden, resulting in an exciting dance, as if the steps were engraved in both your minds. 

The song got progressively lower, and once you and Cove came face-to-face, he approached your ear, in an barely audible voice, whispering

“more than anything."