#phantom busters fluff

[megumismyhusband]

mogari is not acting normal.

which is ironic, considering he’s never really been normal, but this? this is a whole new level of weird.

he keeps doing this thing where he looks at you like he just had a life-changing revelation, then immediately looks away like he saw something terrifying. one time, he actually walked into a door because he was too busy staring at you.

“what is wrong with you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as he fumbles to regain his balance.

“nothing!” he says way too fast. “i’m good. great, actually. never been better.”

you squint at him. he’s being sketchy. you know it, he knows it, but he refuses to elaborate.

and it’s all because of last week. because eugene just had to open his big, smart mouth and say, “you like them.” like it was some kind of casual fact. like it didn’t just throw mogari’s entire world upside down.

because now, he knows. now, when you laugh, he has to fight the urge to just sit there and admire you like an idiot. now, when you bump shoulders with him, he wonders what it’d be like to just hold your hand instead.

now, he can’t just be around you without feeling like his heart is trying to parkour out of his chest.

“you sure?” you ask, still skeptical.

he opens his mouth to say yes, to play it cool like he always does. but what actually comes out is—

“i like you.”

dead silence.

his brain completely malfunctions. he didn’t even mean to say that. where was the filter?! where was the survival instinct?!

“uh,” he chokes out. “ignore that. i’m malfunctioning. that wasn’t real-”

“mogari.”

he shuts up immediately.

you’re looking at him now, really looking, and he swears he might pass out. then, before he can spiral any further, you just—smile. soft, a little amused.

“good,” you say. “because i like you too.”

taglist: @kitkado

[unluckilyimnot]

Helro it's like 3am but anyways I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY silly too I love it.

I wanted to request a hc of making out with the Phantom Busters boys! Including my gosh Ichimiya if you don't mind.. Thank you! ❤❤

Making out w/ phantom busters boys

Note: I’m surprised how many people like those honestly I had to do a lot with all the fandom I write for lslsls not that I mind tho, here you go !!

You're so cute too aaa i never rhought i was funnt slsls thank you for asking <3 cw: semi-public for ichimiya

m.list | rules

If Mogari has only one weakness, which is not the case but for the sake of this little drabble he will, it must be to see you in a skirt. It has a certain effect on him, it doesn’t matter the length or the cut – it just suits you really well in his eyes. So even if you come by quickly, giving him back the notebook he forgot at school before your dance lesson, he can’t help it but kiss you a few more times than your schedule allows you.

“I really have to go,” you tried, pushing his chest slightly but his grip on your waist is firm, keeping you close.

It feels like he hasn’t seen you in ages when it’s literally been three hours but he can’t help it – he can’t be like that in school, so he enjoys it every time you come around his place.

“5 minutes,” he asked between two kisses, gasping for air before diving in again.

“You never respect that,” you whined when he barely let you talk before kissing you harder.

Your back is pushed on the door and the closer he gets to you, the hotter you feel. He’s too good at it, driving you crazy as he kisses you more and more. You want to abandon practice almost every time just to stay in his arms as he takes care of you. You're melting under his touch, so soft yet firm on your body.

He’s careful, he never hurts you but sometimes you just want him to, wondering what could be like. He loves you too much for that though, enough to almost eat you alive, to beg you to stay every time like he needs to feel your skin on his breath. Pulling you impossibly closer, you gasped at the strength he uses to hold you against his body. His tongue brushes on your lips, waiting for more and he’s so sure of himself that you’re gonna stay with him this time – it breaks your heart to shake your head. He looks at you with sad puppy eyes for a second when you pull away and cover his mouth with your hand.

“I have to go now,” your voice barely above a whisper. But he starts kissing your hand, puppy eyes long forgotten and trying to convince you to stay. Yet you shake your hand, trying to not look at him for too long. “I’ll come back after it, ok ?”

He’s about to faint, your voice is so soft, you seem so vulnerable that he wants to eat you alive. But he’s ready to wait for it. He nods, kissing you one last time before letting you.

Eugene is easy to mess with. He doesn’t miss the way you peek at his collarbone the few seconds it’s visible when he moves around. He has to call you out when you’re more focused on his lips than what he’s actually saying when he’s trying to explain something to you.

Or at least he let you think that it’s easy. But he’s quick to leave studying aside if you can’t focus on it and play your game instead. You’re shocked the first time you catch him peeking at your chest before he smiles innocently at you, leaving you flustered and stuttering at the next question. He looks at you from head to toe like he’s about to eat you alive and you genuinely don’t know how to react. You flinch when he pulls hair off your face to place it behind your ear – leaving him a better access to talk to your ear.

“Hard time to focus it seems ?” he asked rhetorically while kissing below your ear.

You hold back a squeal, staring at him with warning eyes but it doesn’t seem to alter him ; you can tell in his eyes he doesn’t care. And if you weren’t sure, he’s quick to grab your jaw and pull you in a kiss to be sure you understood where this was going. He takes a second to take off his glasses and leave them on the bed before pulling you in a kiss again. He doesn’t have much to do before you sighed in the kiss : pulling you closer, letting his hand wander around your waist until your shirt barely shows some skin but he doesn’t miss it. His other hand cradles your face as he deepens the kiss, almost nipping at your lips just to hear you whine at the slight pain.

“Too much for you ?” he coo, deliberately pushing the line as his fingers draw circles on the skin of your waist. You narrow your eyes at him, making him smirk.

“Shut it.” You don’t leave any room for him to answer that you’re kissing him again, putting yourself up on your knees so he has to turn his head up to kiss you. His lips are so soft on yours, you never want him to stop. It works magic on you, he could honestly ask you anything at the moment you’d say yes without hesitation.

Your chest’s dangerously closer to his face and you hope you can give him a test of his own teasing when you bring his hand back down when it brushes his fingers right below it. You catch him frowning as you break the kiss but tilt his chin up – you’re still out of reach and a sour chuckle leaves his lips. His cheek cuddles up in your hand while he looks up to you, playing along with your stupid game.

“You don’t want me anymore ?” His voice, so soft, yet so teasing it twists your stomach before you dive in for another open mouth kiss he gladly accepts. Feeling your body weight against his is delightful, he’s getting drunk on it and never wants to sober up. He wants you to sit on his knees, your shirt gone and to take his time kissing your skin. The knock on his door tells him otherwise.

The next second you're sitting right back next to him, fixing your shirt and his glasses are back on his nose before his friends walk inside his room, big smiles on their faces while Eugene is still a little bitter.

Kaoru should’ve known better than to let you “try” what they were doing in your fic regarding what you like to read. Or maybe his brain put that away willingly, knowing where that would lead him. Within a second, his phone was swapped away from his hand and tossed on the bed where he couldn’t find it and his back hit the mattress kindly.

Crawling on top of him, you can’t help it but cradle his face, particularly below his eyes with one hand before kissing him. It’s soft, you’re not sure where you’re going but you’re enjoying every step. He can’t forget the tenderness in your eyes when you look down at him, he doesn’t know how to deal with it. His heart is beating so fast, he has a hard time breathing – but it tastes so good, like cherry and he never wants it to stop. He’s feeling hot, he doesn’t know where to put his hands but on all the gods he wants you closer.

His hands cup your face, pulling you closer until you bend and lay on your elbow – mostly on him, with the majority of your weight but that’s exactly what he wants. He doesn’t get hungrier though, he likes it softly like this. When he feels your arms start shaking a little, he’s quick to grab your waist and pull himself up so you can sit on his lap instead.

He looks you in the eyes for a second, admiring the soft, red blush on your face. He smiles to himself. He loves you so much. His nose rubbed into yours as you were going into another kiss, taking you by surprise but you giggled at the gentleness. Your hands find his hair, going through it a little before kissing him again. On the other hand, he finally leaves his hands on your body, wandering around your waist – too shy to go anywhere else. He grabs your skin below your shirt when he feels like it, not expecting you to gasp the first time he touches a little lower than your waist.

It is too much for him, you on him, your warmth is making him dizzy and soon, he pulls away from you with puppy eyes telling you to stop. You don’t push, obviously, instead you rubbed your nose on his again and left one last peck on his lips.

“You’ve seen what you wanted ?” he asked, a red hue on his cheeks. You giggle.

“More than I could ask for.”

Tamon’s taken by surprise when you pull on his collar to kiss him. It took him a second to kiss you back, forgetting about his guitar pressed against his ribs to the point it hurts. He’s been practicing for hours now so he’s not that surprised for you to ask for attention, it’s simply rarely this intense.

Putting his guitar away to let space for you on his lap, you don’t waste a second to get there and sit close to him. Your hands cradling his face but never breaking the kiss, while his strong arms hold you gently. It felt like you haven’t kissed him in days and you had this urge to be close to him. Leaving a few kisses on his lips, you then rested your head on his shoulders, enjoying the heat radiating from his body like a cat. You were content with the attention you received and felt much better now.

It was his time to ask for a bit more in the end. With your neck exposed like that, he couldn’t help it but kiss the soft skin there, making you giggle as it tickles. A smile spread on his lips at the sweet melody before he got carried away and wandered down to your shoulder, pushing away your shirt when it got in the way.

A whine left your lips when he bit slightly the thin skin near the bones but he looked at you so innocently you let it slide, grabbing his face to kiss him again instead – trying to make him forget about your now exposed skin. It was a hard task, once he had his eyes on it, he tended to kiss it up and down, getting you all worked up as his hands wander from your waist to your legs. You gasped when he grabbed on it hard, almost making you squeal but he’s quick to kiss you again before you can argue with it. You forget every time how he can be when he’s like that : shutting you down, holding you close and leaving you out of breath and unable to catch it before he kisses you again. So you always start it, only for him to laugh at the end. 

This conversation was going nowhere and Ichimiya felt his patience running out. That was until your voice came out of the door. He didn’t hear you knocking but someone must have invited you inside or else you wouldn’t have come in. He hates to think about it, he doesn’t want to use his status to do what he’s like, but right now all he wants it’s some time alone with you so it can ease his mind away from this stupid meeting.

“Leave us alone,” he says strictly, crying inside to his actual abuse of power, but pinched the bridge of his nose to make it clear it wasn’t an option. Within a minute everyone was out, leaving you in the center of the room, quite surprised they left so easily.

“What’s wrong ?” you asked as you walked to his desk. He’s leaning against it, never taking his eyes away from you as you make you away into his arms kindly.

“The meeting was so tiring,” he explained, leaning his head immediately in the crook of your neck.

You let him, petting his hair slowly. You two stay in the silence room, not trying to fill it, rather enjoying it that way. You’re about to ask what was so hard about this meeting when he starts kissing your neck, leaving a thousand small pecks over the area until he gets up to your jaw, making you giggle then your cheek and, finally, your lips. He kisses your smile softly, once, then twice and so on until it fades away, replaced with something more eager than playful.

He holds you closer, one arm holding all the way around your waist to be sure you can’t walk away when the other holds your neck, right below your ears. He can’t get enough, eager to eat you all, but there’s only so much you can give him at the moment. It drives him crazy. All he can do is kiss you, again and again, like it was the first and last time, as if you would disappear afterwards.

It doesn’t last long, he can’t let himself get carried away in the council room. He’s out of breath, so are you, and he forgot all about this stupid meeting. He leaves his forehead against yours, catching his breath while he enjoys your body close to him a few more seconds before he has to let go – in case anyone enters.

“Feeling better ?” you giggle because you already know the answer; but he still nods. 

Let me know if you liked it!

[harukyuu2]

HAII!! I'm a big fan of your work can you do a headcanons for BF eugene korekishi! Please take your time with this request :)) <33

˚ ˚ ༘♡༊*·˚ Welcome to the Loverboys Contest! - - Will you fall in love?ˎˊ-

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - Presenting: Korekishi Eugene !! !! - Confession, dates, loving way, days together and more... (pretty long headcanons -> small revision for some) (Probably gonna do more with other characters)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - Confession time !!

Eugene can seem calm and all, but im pretty sure he planned it A LOT. He probably had backup plans and everything. Eugene thinks you deserve only the best of the best, but he doesnt want to overwhelm you either— so a traditional date its the best plan to confess his feelings!

He spends the day with you, starting with lunch at a popular place you like— he pays everything, no grumbling from you allowed! The date is basically: Exploring places he knows match your tastes—buying cute little things for you, staying in peaceful spots for a while, and then taking advantage of the sunset to bring you closer to the beach.

Not exactly on the beach, though— its that spot he meticulously searched for, where the sunset hits just right. A place not too crowded, quiet, and with barely any sand so you dont get uncomfortable later, just in case some gets into your shoes.

"Its been a while since i like you, not only for the fact that youre gorgeous in the outside, but also in the inside. Please, if you give me the chance...i would love to be at your side as a partner, i'll try my best to make it worth it and make you happy, because you deserve it." Maybe you can hear a small stutter for the first time in his words, he's trying his best to hide how his chest goes faster now that he finally said it. But ughhh, you cant say no to this man, not with the way he has a small blush in his cheek, how he has a sweet smile formed, the way the sunset is kissing his face AND HOW HIS HAND REACHES TO YOUUU LAKFDJDSIOFSDF baby tried his best!! 😭

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - Dates !!

He prefers more calm dates: reading together, walking with you around the town, having picnics, trying cafes, maybe hearing metal music in his house...yeah, totally calm.

But if youre the active type who likes to try new things and all, poor baby will say yes, but try to not kill him with sports below the sun— i feel like he doesnt handle them too well. If you want to see a silly show, he will say yes, but probably would laugh in the inside if its too stupid like an exaggerated reality show (probably has one of the meanest insults in the inside for one of the characters, but he always leaves them in his mind.)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - Affection time !!

Probably shy about it at first, but because he wants to be respectful with your boundaries! Would probably analyze first what you like and dislike. Still— he prefers to hold hands by the pinky, he loves cute ways of pampering you in affection i feel. The type to pat your head a lot, you passed a hard test? He pats your head. You got happy over something you achieved even if its silly? He does it too! The ring of the recess bells and you have to go to your classroom? Yeah, he pats your head too. Its almost for everything! I feel like he's into side hugs everytime he wants to show you affection in public. He's pretty discret, but dont misinterpret him! He just likes to be calm (wouldnt mind if you want to be all over him thought...probably would just shrug it off with a small laugh and his cheeks a pretty pink)

The type to pamper you in kisses when you two are in private, his hands cupping your cheeks and those honest eyes of his not leaving your gaze while he praises you. I swear i'll shut up after this, but he would be into kissing your ring or knuckles too!!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - Jealousy, Jealousy !!

This guy being insecure?? I dont think so. Boy trust you a lot and wouldnt be jealous of anyone. I dont see him as possesive either! He just lets you be, because the trust in a relationship is the most important thing for him. If youre close to the Phantom Busters club, i dont think he would be jealous either— maaybeee a little bit if youre too close with one of them instead of him pre-relationship, but a small talk would instantly reassure him.

If you're the one who gets jealous? He's pretty perceptive— he'd notice immediately. If youre with a group, he'd quietly reach for your hand and give it a light squeeze, just enough to draw your attention back to him. Once you two are alone, he reassures you without even needing you to admit your jealousy, and he looks so serious about it too...

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - Extra !!

Your ass isnt skipping study time with him, he wants to make sure you can pass your exams.

He would let you do skincare to him or maybe even makeup in private, zero fighting over it. Maybe a small sigh.

If you play with his glasses he just sighs, but keeps that smile on his face because he thinks you look really pretty (He needs them though...)

Probably at first didnt talk you too much about his mom, he was scared of what your interaction with her could be— he wouldnt handle it if she rejected you.

The small hairstyle he always wears? Yeah, if you know how to do it, he will let you be the one who does his hair.

A sweet helping boyfriend tbh <3

!! - ANOOONNN tysm for liking my workk 😭 it was fun doing your request, so i hope you like it <3

[igozoom]

a youthful scuffle 👊💥

flat version cuz I couldn’t choose lol

[princess-jellyfisher]

Hair Trigger

Shippy gen, Korekishi Eugene & Shishikuno Mogari, 2.6k words

Three times Mogari refused to acknowledge his love for Korekishi's hair and one time he did.

Or, is it gay to play with your friend's hair?

Cross posted on ao3:

1.

The first time he really takes notice of Korekishi's hair is at one of their sleepovers. Because before that, Korekishi's hair was just, you know, hair. Regular, boring hair that was always tied up in its signature updo—sometimes in class, Mogari would watch as strands of hair slipped out of position and fell into his face, obscuring his vision and tickling the tip of his nose. When that happened Korekishi would blow at them fruitlessly, eventually giving up to go back to taking studious notes.

Alright, so maybe he had taken notice a little while ago, but before the sleepover it was never…weird.

They had all gathered at ‘Zaki's house—their usual spot after going there the first time—and were settled in for bed. The three of them were on the floor, Kanzaki refusing to give up his bed even though there was plenty of room (Kanzaki wasn't at all amused by his begging). Tamon had taken the only spare futon—the result of a winning rock, paper, scissors gane—cozied up in the corner so he had plenty of room for his long limbs. That left Mogari and Korekishi to share some extra blankets and pillows that they had found in the closet, haphazardly thrown together and strewn across the floor, yet still surprisingly comfy.

Korekishi was facing the wall and Mogari was facing him. Because of that he was able to get a face full of Mogari's long hair—much longer than he had previously thought. In fact, with both his hair down and glasses off, Mogari thought that Korekishi looked pretty different. He was mildly shocked when he saw him walk out of the bathroom after doing his nightly routine. It wasn't a bad difference either. He wasn’t quite sure what to think.

But he did know what he was thinking now. He thought that his hair looked pretty damn soft. And that was a totally normal thing to think about your friend's hair. Well, not that he would know since he never had friends his age, but he figured it couldn’t be that weird. And so it also wouldn't be weird to just reach out and…

His hair really was as soft as it looked. Mogari let the silky orange strands run across his curled fingers, letting go as he reached the end. His initial touch was feather-light, still hesitant and careful of waking Korekishi up. But as he continued to gently run his hands through his hair and he failed to awaken, Mogari felt bold enough to begin touching closer to the roots and with a slightly firmer grasp. Eventually, it got to the point where he was only touching the roots, essentially petting him.

The activity was so relaxing that Mogari found his eyes drifting shut, hands still buried in Korekishi's hair. But he was awakened with a jolt when Korekishi started to shift, letting out a pleased hum and moving his head backwards into Mogari's hand.

Mogari had lost any trace of drowsiness and now laid in the dark, eyes wide open and heart beating rapidly. His hands had frozen in Korekishi's hair as well, too afraid to move and pull him into wakefulness.

With extreme trepidation, he cautiously pulled his hands away from Korekishi's scalp, and—ignoring the boy's sad sleepy sound from the loss—shifted so he was laying on his back. He forcefully shoved his hands under his butt, trapping them there so they didn't start misbehaving again. As he stared up at the ceiling, the ambience of the night broken up by soft breathing and the occasional sleepy murmur, he had the vague feeling that he might be screwed.

—

Well everyone has weird nights!

That’s what he told himself the morning after anyway, nodding off over breakfast courtesy of a sleepless night.

And again, it wasn’t crazy weird or anything. Mogari saw the girls in class playing with each other's hair all the time. Granted, he had never seen any of the boys do it, but most boys also didn't have hair as long and as tempting as Korekishi.

He nodded along to his own reassurances, content now that he knew he wasn't being weird at all. Certainly nothing to lose sleep over.

And speaking of losing sleep, he really regretted how he spent his night a few moments later when he fully face-planted into his breakfast. Those other jerks only laughed at him, not even bothering to pull his head out of his plate.

He found grains of rice in his hair for the rest of the day.

—

2.

For about a week, he was able to control his weird—or totally normal—urges.

It was definitely a chore to resist, the pieces of hair that fell into Korekishi's face during class more distracting than ever. But if he could eat a thousand ghosts in a year, then he could muster up the discipline to not touch his friend's hair.

But was it really a matter of discipline when they were sitting on the steps outside the school, Korekishi on the step below him, leaning back onto Mogari's legs? He and ‘Zaki were sitting next to each other, holding a manga between themselves while Tamon sat on the same step as Mogari, both of them looking over the others’ shoulders so they could all read together. Honestly not the best way to read. Korekishi always finished reading first and would try to turn the page, being stopped by all the others complaining that they hadn't finished reading. Ordinarily, Mogari would be the last to finish—which was kind of annoying on its own, since they always had to wait on him to finish which took some of the enjoyment out of it—but now he wasn't reading at all. When they turned the page he didn't complain, not having read anything for at least the whole past chapter.

Instead, he was stealing glances at the back of Korekishi's head, hands twitching and fidgeting.

Eventually he just decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it. It wasn't weird after all.

Trying not to overthink it, he brought his hands up to Korekishi's head, running his fingers through it just like he did that one night.

When he did, Korekishi jumped slightly at the sudden contact, surely making a confused expression that was hidden from Mogari's sight, but after a few moments he settled back into the reading, even leaning back towards Mogari to give him better access.

With the unspoken acceptance, Mogari felt a lot more comfortable than the night of the sleepover, taking advantage of the free reign he was given of Korekishi's head. He would part the hair one way and then another, aimlessly messing with it just for the sake of it. At one point he started trying to braid his hair, although trying to accomplish that with no real knowledge and only going off the sight of braids he'd seen in girls’ hair proved to be an impossible feat.

While undoing the knots he had caused by the failed braid, he ran his hands through his hair soothingly in apology, trying not to tug too hard. He didn't want to give him a reason to make him stop after all.

He finally seemed to find something Korekishi really enjoyed, though, when he started to scratch his scalp like in some ASMR videos he had watched—a new corner of the internet he had become privy to recently. As he started working his fingernails across his scalp and down the nape of his neck, Korekishi let out a barely noticeable appreciative sigh, shoulders relaxing even further.

The sound drew the attention of the others, who had noted the sudden head massage, but chose to ignore it earlier. Tamon and Kanzaki tossed each other a look, both the other boys completely oblivious—Korekishi still peering down at the comic and looking on the verge of drifting to sleep and Mogari focused solely on the back of Korekishi's head. They had a quick debate with only their eyes, thinking about whether or not they should question the weird behavior, before ultimately deciding not to mention it and going back to reading as if nothing was happening.

The behavior continued for the rest of the afternoon as they finished their comic, sun eventually dipping beneath the tree line and painting the city in a warm orange glow. As they all eventually parted for the night, Mogari walked off with his fingers and mind still tingling, unable to shake the feeling of hair like soft downy feathers.

—

3.

With time, they had fallen into a sort of routine.

It was one that left the rest of their classmates staring at them with barely hidden bafflement and judgemental looks—though Mogari had already grown long used to those. From his very limited high school experience he had found that teenagers don’t take kindly to loud, interrupting voices, discussions of ghosts, or the general eccentricities of him and his friends. But as long as they weren’t bothering him, he didn’t really care what kind of looks they were giving him.

Like when he positioned his desk behind Korekishi’s and began to braid his hair in class. Both Kanaki and Tamon had grown used to Korekishi leaving class with a new hairstyle than the one he came to school with as Mogari became more experimental and talented at hairstyling.

He would never admit how much time he started to spend watching hair tutorials on YouTube and Pinterest, blue light illuminating and burning his eyes in his dark room. But, on the bright side, if the whole exorcism thing didn’t work out, he had a promising future as a cosmetologist!

All of this was still happening without any verbal acknowledgement, however. Even though he knew he had no room to judge, Mogari did think it was a little weird that Korekishi didn’t even mention it once, especially considering he was always the first to call out any stupid thing Mogari was doing.

But he supposed it wasn’t a problem that no one was mentioning it. Yep. Not a problem at all! Besides the fact that he didn’t exactly know where he stood now, spending more and more time looking at his friend in class (It wasn't his fault if Korekishi was sitting right in front of him) and even starting to think about him outside of class (thinking of new hairstyles, of course). Definitely not a problem.

“Hey! If you want to braid each other’s hair and paint your nails together, do it after class!” Their teacher yelled from the front of the room, shocking Mogari out of his reverie.

Korekishi also jumped, having been dutifully taking his notes as he let Mogari play with his hair.

The whole class now turned to them, some giggling under their breath while others looked at them in thinly veiled disgust. Mogari quickly jumped to attention, saluting with a “Yes, sir!” before clenching his fists together under his desk.

In front of him, he could see Korekishi’s ears turn red, likely from embarrassment from being caught. As funny as that was, Mogari found himself smiling softly at the sight, he didn’t really want to embarrass his friend. He had already caused him enough ridicule by his peers with the entrance ceremony incident. He should probably get his act together. For real this time. No, really, he’s serious now.

—

+1.

Korekishi and his friends found themselves at an old-fashioned American style diner, having just defeated an evil spirit that was haunting the town’s sewage system—it was one of the few times he was glad for not having any psychic powers, allowing him to claim the spot of lookout and not having to enter the sewers. He didn’t believe Mogari’s “It’s surprisingly clean!” for a second.

They were all squeezed into a booth, squishy red seats cracked and peeling and arms resting on a table with one short leg, causing it to shift every time they moved.

They were some of the only people in there, though Korekishi thought he might’ve seen the student council president in a baseball cap at the bar, so they were able to be plenty loud. They had been there for hours before Kanzaki suddenly said he was going to the bathroom. Right after that, Tamon said he was going to mess with the old jukebox that sat in the corner of the diner, which had been playing an endless loop of Elvis Presley (if Korekishi had to hear Hound Dog one more time, so help him God…).

Only Korekishi and Mogari were left in the booth, sitting across from each other. They fell into a peaceful silence, Korekishi finishing off Kanzaki’s fries as Mogari was on his 6th—or was it 7th?—burger.

As Korekishi popped the last fry into his mouth, however, Mogari broke the silence with a sudden, unexpected question.

“Korekishi…why do you let me play with your hair?” He tentatively asked, eyes averted and a slight dusting of pink across his cheeks.

He was taken aback by the question, thinking that they weren’t going to ever acknowledge it. Ever since the time Mogari had started playing with his hair at the sleepover, he had resigned himself to gentle, if a bit awkward, hands playing with his hair silently. Frankly, the reason he didn’t stop the behavior was because it felt good. It reminded him of the times his grandmother would run her hands through his hair, always cooing at how long it was getting and how soft it was.

He held those memories very dear to him, which is why he never cut his hair short. He wasn’t going to complain if somebody else seemed to find…enjoyment from the fact.

“Why would I stop you?” He asked simply. He knew that some of their classmates didn’t approve, considering it too girly for their tastes. He knew what they really meant. But he had never taken Mogari to be someone who cared deeply about strangers’ opinions. He wondered if that was really where the question was coming from.

“Well, you don’t think it’s, you know. Weird or anything?”

In the background, Korekishi could hear Lesley Gore come on, audio a bit glitchy from the ancient jukebox. The window blinds cast a pattern of slitted light across Mogari’s face, making his skin glow and his eyes change from a deep maroon to a bright ruby red. He looked worried, biting his lip and looking up at Korekishi with pleading eyes.

Korekishi shifted to rest his chin in an upturned palm, darting his eyes away in thought and to avoid looking into Mogari’s puppy dog eyes, face getting ever so slightly warmer. “No, not really. It feels really nice and I don’t have a problem with it. If you also don’t care then I don’t see why it’s an issue. Who cares what other people think?”

Mogari looked shocked for a hesitant second, before breaking out into a wide smile, all teeth bared. “Oh, thank goodness! I was really nervous for a while there, but I guess you’re right.”

Korekishi was glad that the miscommunication was cleared up, just in time for Kanzaki to walk out of the bathroom and join them at the table again. Feeling much more comfortable talking about it, Mogari began to show Korekishi some of the hairstyles that he had looked up (he knew he was getting them off the internet), and laughed imagining Korekishi in some of the more ridiculous ones.

Eventually Tamon came over at the commotion, and both him and Kanzaki realized what they were laughing over. Weirdly enough, both of them let out a relieved sigh when they found out.

“Oh, thank God you guys are finally talking about it.” Kanzaki said, shoulders dropping with the relief of not having to deal with their weird unspoken back-and-forth any longer.

And if their classmates continued to give them odd looks, well, who really gives a shit?

[aae-tuu]

POV: Come On Kiss Me And Bite Me

Ft: M. Shishikuno (Phantom Busters!generaldating headcanons, I’m so in love with him you guys, fluff, crack, gn!reader)

Mogari Shishikuno

I am so sorry

LMAOOO THATS IT

He actually doesn’t know how the hell he bagged you but he just goes along with it cause he doesn’t want to question things and have you leave him

Love language is definitely physical touch

He will be all over you and will be delighted if you’re all over him too

He’s the type to not care and just lets you do whatever to him

When his hot partner wants to touch him who is he to complain, or even worse: say no

Nah he’d rather eat 1000 spirits in one sitting than say no to having your hands on him

Speaking of spirits

Will exorcise any spirits that try and cause you any harm

Bro goes nom nom on double time when it comes to you and bro once again does not give a single shit what happens to him because at the end of the day, he wants you to be safe (especially from his clan cause those people are CRAZYYY)

Anyways

Trashcan boyfriend😝😝

Literally will inhale your food for you if you can’t finish it for whatever reason

You’re out eating and the meal portion is bigger than you thought? Dw. He’ll scoop some off your plate onto his without a single thought

Literally no thoughts

He doesn’t think

He relies on his instincts

And his instincts when it comes to you are 99.9% accurate so it’s easy for him to get a read on you and understand what you need

Doesn’t mean he won’t stop being a clown about it though

Would actually dress up as one to make you laugh though

Would do a lot of crazy shit actually to get a slight giggle out of you

If he sees you happy and laughing when around him then that means he’s doing a good job at this whole dating thing right?

Will probably do a pt. 2 or write whole little story thingy idk

also I’m not dead y’all and classroom of the elite is coming soon I promise😭😭

[lagooneah]

Hello Hello!! Your girl is back and better than ever (i never left).

Soooooo- if you knew me from my other account, Tailored-CasetteTapes, and if you read my extremely long intro post too, then you know that i initially intended for that to be a fanfiction account. Then I started getting busy, posted like two fics in full, and then dipped and just reposted and made posts about Blue Lock for about 2 months 😭. I'm a changed woman, alright? I'm actually serious about sharing my writing and potentially artwork on here to try and find my place in the community, moots and friends who are into the same stuff i am, and so on. SO here we go again...

I go by Rain usually on here and other online platforms, and that's still the case! I go by She/Her pronouns.

Im into writing, drawing, listening to music, reading, hiking... The list goes on, It'd take forever if i listed all the stuff I did, but that's good for now. I wouldnt say im "emo", but i definetly go for the darker aestethic most of the time, though im not afraid to step out of that and explore my boundless whimsy (i cant stop making jokes about everything) I'm a super sentimental hopeless romantic who'll love and accept anybody, so long as they don't hurt others.

I absolutely adore writing, and I have for most of my life. I'm looking to expand my horizons and write a bit more in different contexts and genres, and I hope I can use this blog for that reason!

So with that- here are some fandoms I'm in, guidelines for what I'll write with requests, and so on!

Small warning- mentions of dark/slightly disturbing topics under the cut!

Fandoms I am in and willing to write for!

In no particular order...

Six of Crows (Some book and TV show both)

Dune Part 1 and 2

Spiderverse/Insomniac Spider Games/Venom Movies/etc

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Attack on Titan (Mainly first 2 ish seasons)

Lies of P

Pokemon

Blue Lock

Resident Evil 2, 3, 4, and some 7 and 8

My Hero Academia

Harry Potter as well as Marauders

Tokyo Revengers

A little Persona 5

The Legend of Zelda

Star Wars

Umbrella Academy

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fullmetal Alchemist

Final Fantasy 7 and 15

Most Tim Burton Films

Arcane

Trigun Stampede

Mazerunner (Mainly movie 1 and half ish of 2)

The Hunger Games

Hunter X Hunter

Demon Slayer

Marvel

A little Soul Eater

Some Sally Face

The Promised Neverland

Yugioh

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World Trilogies

Some Silent Hill 2

The Golden Compass/some of His Dark Materials

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Tintin

Avatar (like, the blue people lmao)

Genshin Impact (take my poc headcanons because Genshin cannot do it themselves)

As well as some fandoms I'm just now getting into and reading for...

Teen Wolf

DC/Batfam stuff

Gokurakugai

Gachiakuta

Windbreaker

Phantom Busters

X Men

Squid Game

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Dead Plate

The King on Netflix

Bones and All..?

Omori

Kingdom Hearts

Kaiju No. 8

Hellsing/ Hellsing Ultimate

I feel like there's more but thats enough I think for now (I'm aware how crazy the wide range of hyperfixations i have)

So! Here are my Do's and Don't's for asks/what I'll write on my own!

Do's:

I will write for any body type, any gender and sex, any race/ethnicity, ANY identity! Just please provide me a lil detail for any specific requests and I'll do my best!

I will write for people with various disabilities, mental illness, and so on- just the same as the previous, please give me a little detail!

I will write Fluff, Angst, a lil bit of spice but not too much. Romantic or Platonic, whatever you like!

I will write shorter fics, as well as longer part stories. Headcannons for whatever, mini scenarios- you name it.

Im okay with writing horror/slightly gorey content, I'll just put a warning and likely keep it to a minimum.

Im ONLY ok with writing about SA or SA victims if it is clearly NOT romanticized and matters to the plot/experience. You will not catch me writing SA just for the sake of it, that is a serious topic that I care about and the people who suffer through that do not deserve a book tok rendition of the worst experience of their life.

I will also write for any ship, so long it is not a proship or otherwise morally incorrect.

Don't's:

I will NOT write proships. If you are a proshipper do not interact with me the block and report buttons are my favorite buttons.

I will not write pure smut- I can do maybe some implications and/slightly heated scenarios- but smut is just a little out of my comfort zone for now.

With that, I will NOT write anything remotely non-con- unless it's like a "this happened to reader and (insert character) defended you" again, shown how bad it is, i will not write it.

I don't really feel comfortable with "x celebrity" or any "x real person" fics. It feels a little parasocial and a breach of privacy. That's just what I believe.

I think that's it? If I have anything else i could always update this, but for now this is what it is! I look forward to writing more and hopefully fulfilling any requests i can!

Bye bye for now!

[anshiyonaga]

welcome to my safespace !

⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧

hello ! my name is anshi,, a minor female interested in writing and art. i'll be mostly dumping my thoughts,, creating meme inspiration from my questionable posts AND writing fluff 'x reader' headcanons !!

{ fake texts / fake chats also !! }

⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧

i might write oneshots as well,, and i have many MANY fandoms !! my most active are one piece,, genshin impact,, phantom busters,, gokurakugai,, project: edens garden,, your turn to die,, school bus graveyard,, homesick.. and uncountable others 😭 i legitimately want you to ask me to write for ANYTHING,, from anime to games to webtoons { least knowledgeable in webtoons } and i'll do it if i know the fandom !

⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧

i'll also use this as a safespace for myself so.. i'll be talkin about lots of things ! i highly encourage you to comment,, reply,, reblog,, and joke w me ! i'll consider all of u my friends 😝

⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧

**thank you for reading,, enjoy your stay !!**

⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧

[ghostlynightpanda]

Haii I have no request, I just came here to say I love your fics so much, your writing is amazing and ur fluff gics are so heartwarming <333!!! Btw I saw you saying that feel free to suggest an anime or show, I definitely recommend you Phantom Busters!!! It only has 20 chapters rn and it's about comedy/slice of life/and mild horror :3!!! If you'd read it, I'd definitely love to see you writing for them someday!! But ofc it's just recommendation!! Have a good day and keep up the good work >:D🩷🩷🩷🙏🙏🙏

That’s so sweet, thank you!

I’ll definitely check it out. I’m actually on the lookout for shorter anime/shows right now (just finished Migi & Dali) since I don’t have time for long series, but I love binge-watching stuff all at once. Lately, I’ve been really into slice of life, too.

Once I’ve read it and feel like writing for it, I’ll let you know!

[tsukeilvr]

masterlist ⋆. 𐙚 ˚🕷️

i'll try my best to write in character :)

⋆˚࿔ haikyuu

yearning series: karasuno , nekoma coming soon!

kiyoko shimizu ★ you will be my girl (hurt w slight comfort) (fic)

nishinoya yuu ★ dreams (fluff) (oneshot)

kenma kozume ★ minecraft (fluff) (oneshot) (prob a little ooc)

₊˚⊹ ᰔ my hero academia

⋆˚࿔ yellowjackets

₊˚⊹ ᰔ saiki k

⋆˚࿔ phantom busters

[iamvegorott]

That phantom hero blurb was so sweet 🍒

Also is Jackie’s ringtone the ghost buster theme? XD

Gotta get some good fluff in before we're given more angst XD

Also...maaayyybbeee~

[megumismyhusband]

it’s bad. you and kotaro are completely, utterly gone. lost in the world of tiramisu. the mukbanger on screen is slicing through another perfect piece, the fork sinking into the layers like butter, and you swear you can hear the delicate shff of the cocoa powder dusting off the top.

“this is actually torture,” you mumble, stomach growling.

“i need it. i need it now,” kotaro whispers back, eyes dark with longing.

neither of you notice the way you’re practically leaning into each other, shoulders pressed together, heads tilted at the same exact angle. noir’s lecture fades into nothing. the only thing that matters is the creamy, coffee-kissed masterpiece on the screen.

and then—

“l/n! tamon!”

you both flinch so hard that kotaro almost drops his phone. the entire class turns to look at you. noir glares, arms crossed.

“tamon,” noir says, exasperated. “what’s 2 + 2?”

kotaro, still dazed, doesn’t even hesitate.

“cocoa powder.”

silence. absolute silence. you don’t even need to look at noir to know he’s done with both of you.

noir sighs, already pointing at the door. “both of you. out.”

you both sigh, gathering your things, heads hanging low as you shuffle toward the exit like prisoners being led to their fate. the class watches, but you don’t even have the energy to care.

right as you step into the hallway, kotaro mutters, “bro… the way the cream was melting into the sponge…”

you nod solemnly. “actually unreal.”

“we should get some after school.”

“…definitely.”

and with that, you both walk off in shame, but with a new mission in mind.

[unluckilyimnot]

Jealousy jealousy

Pairing : mogari, eugune, kaoru, tamon (phantom busters)

Note: please I just read phantom busters and I love them send me anything I'll do it 😫

masterlist | rules

Mogari seemed like a possessive guy, but he's not. So he doesn't get jealous easily because he just trusts you and doesn't think others are a real threat to his relationship. You definitely know he's too weird to be found attractive so you're rather chill about it as well. He's good looking but as soon as he talks he's so unserious, you know it takes a lot for someone to actually want your bf. But you don't like people joking about stealing him from you ; that's the only case you become defensive and need him to reassure you.

Eugene, Mogari's opposite, doesn't look like he's possessive but really is. He's not here to take well a joke about someone having a crush on you or talking with you for too long when he's not next to you. Don't even get me started on people actually flirting with you ; he's composed and calm but he can become sharp with his words real quick. Just the same as him, even if you're more than aware about how down bad he is for you, you can't help it but get jealous sometimes because of his reputation. He's attractive, smart, soft spoken : you just know he gets hits on, even with his silly club activities.

Kaoru is scared you're gonna find better I think, he seemed like the most sensitive one. He looks like trouble even if he's the most gentle boy in the world so he's scared you'll get tired of it. So I don't think he really gets jealous because he thinks that it's only fair for you to leave one day. You have to nag him all the time about how silly he sounds, you have to show him you love him a lot. On the other hand, for the same reasons, you don't have to worry much because people tend to stay away from him.

With Tamon you're more than safe since he doesn't talk to people at all. You don't have reason to get jealous, even if people can call him handsome or whatever they don't have a single chance. Even yours was hard to take so you know what you're talking about. But he can be a little sensitive, just like Kaoru. You're the best and he doesn't see why nobody would want you so he's kind of insecure when people give you a bit too much attention ; worst part is that he can't do much about it. But you're always there to reassure him.

[providentially-demonic]

The Devil And The Dead: Chapter Six

First off, let me apologize for how long it’s been on this chapter. This one has given me the worst trouble and has gone through more drafts and rewrites than any other, bar none. it took writing it from the ground up twice to manage something that... at least moves the story on. Special thanks to @ecto-rp for helping me to figure out how to write the chapter after the first, ruinous draft and @phantoms-lair for patiently helping me get through the muddle my thoughts were in and for correcting my atrocious grammar.

Based on @ectoimp‘s absorbing AU sketches (Most of which can be found here!).  

I’m giving credit and kudos to @arthur-tristan-kingsmen, @phantoms-lair, @answrs and of course, the illustrious @ectoimp for some of the discourse which guided the idea from vague AU to the story that does not want to stop running through my head. And for constantly adding new cute headcanons that are promising to make this longer.

Summary:  At first all he knew was darkness— rage, pain and the ultimate sting of betrayal.  And then Lewis opened his eyes…

Back to Chapter Five...

Chapter Six: Found and Lost

Arthur was in the kitchen with a bottle of gatorade in one hand when a solid knocking on the front door of the cabin caused him to yelp and trip over his own tail, the bottle spinning away across the marble floor. He scrambled back to his feet and stared wide-eyed at Lewis, the fluff on the end of said tail standing out like a bottle brush. “Um, big guy?” His voice was barely a whisper. “Y-you didn’t like send the deadbeats out to lead another lost hiker here, did you?”

Lewis was already halfway to the table by the door where he had left the sunglasses he wore to hide his otherworldly eyes. “No. Get out of sight while I deal with whoever it is.” He had led several people lost in the woods to the cabin in the past month, and then helping them back to civilization or whatever search party was looking for them. But no one had ever stumbled upon the cabin or come upon it deliberately, not without a guide. It concerned him. He’d wanted a place to keep Arthur safe, but if people he had not deliberately led here could find the place...

It was no longer safe for either of them.

Arthur, tail still a brush and wings more than half flared, nodded and scrambled around the corner and out of sight of the door. Lewis nerved himself and called his three original deadbeats— and the fourth that had just shown up by itself a week ago— to him, stationing them just out of sight of the door. He’d give their unwanted visitor the scare of a lifetime and hope that worked to keep this place a safe secret. He opened the door.

And the world stopped in its tracks.

He felt his locket thud painfully where it was hidden in his vest.

Vivi Yukino stood in the doorway, backlit by the sun like something out of a storybook.

She was beautiful, all in blue, eyes as deep as the sea staring into him like she could see right into his soul. If he still breathed all the air would have escaped him. His mouth worked around the syllables of her name, but nothing came out.

She clasped her hands in front of her skirt and grinned at him. It was a little forced and he could suddenly see the shadows under those entrancing eyes and the pinched cheeks. “Hi,” she said with a pale shade of her usual cheer. “Sorry to come knocking on your door out of nowhere, and I know this is going to sound like a really strange question, but would you happen to, um— know any of the stories about these woods? Specifically about people that get lost in here?”

It struck him like a blow. He’d read it all that time ago in the paper, that she had amnesia, but seeing her there, with no recognition in her bright blue eyes, drove it home.

Mystery, crouched small at her feet, whined softly, ears pinned back and his gaze apologetic. Lewis ignored him, riveted on Vivi and still a little sore at him for not coming back to see if he and Arthur had survived... or at least remained.

“P-perhaps—” he managed. “What is it you want to know, Miss—?” It hurt to act like they were strangers, but it was clear he was one to her. His locket, safely hidden in his vest, sent an aching pang through his entire being.

Mystery made a strangled noise, but Vivi didn’t even spare him a glance. “It’s a bit of an odd story. Several people lost in these woods reported  being helped by a strange man and  something like ghosts. Have you heard of anything like that?”

Lewis bit back a disbelieving laugh. Just like Vivi, always looking for ghosts and creatures. What stroke of bitter luck had led her here, to a person she couldn’t remember and another left for dead? “I— I’ve heard of them, yes, but paid no mind to such ridiculous stories.”

Her eyes darkened and he hated that he was the one dimming the life in her gaze, but what else could he—?

A strangely echoey sounding snarl ripped through the air, cutting off whatever Vivi might have said in return.

At her feet, Mystery blossomed into a monstrous fox creature with multiple lashing tails; ears flat to his skull and teeth bared in an enraged growl. One of his tails brutally shoved Lewis aside and another nudged Vivi back from the door as he barged past with a murderous look on his narrow face. He lunged at a cowering green figure trying to merge into the wall behind it, a roar emerging from between long white fangs. “Begone, demon! Have you not stolen enough from us?!”

Mystery snapped air and Arthur locked up, gold on green eyes riveted on those teeth. Arthur couldn’t even seem to move, terror holding him in place, face a rictus of fear. He made a tiny keening sound through clenched teeth and that was enough to snap Lewis out of his paralysis. “Arthur!” He roared, streaking across the floor in his effort to keep the thing that had been Mystery from inflicting further harm on his friend.

Not fast enough, though. Not nearly fast enough to stop Mystery from using one of his tails to fling something at Arthur, who flinched instinctively. The tiny glass vial shattered on the wall by his head, showering his shoulder and one wing with glass shards and droplets of clear fluid.

Arthur shrieked, red welts forming on his green skin wherever the liquid touched and steam rising from the wounds. Terrified and hurt, he shank back, stepping right onto his own wingtip, and fell hard. Lewis saw nothing but red. Anger boiled out of him and suddenly the air around him blazed. Purple fire roiled in the air, scorching the nearest walls. "ǴÉT ÁẂÁӲ FŔŐḾ ḾӲ FŔíÉŃD!"

He reached out to catch one of Mystery’s lashing tails with a blazing hand. It didn’t even look like a hand anymore, only a massive paw of raging purple flame— and Mystery yelped as it seared his fur.

Mystery whipped his tail free and whirled on Lewis, eyes blazing with fury and pain. “Why are you defending that, you fool?” he raged. “That’s not your friend! It’s the beast that killed both of you!” He reared back on his haunches, placing both forepaws on Lewis’s chest and shoving. Taken by surprise, Lewis staggered back, but the sight of Arthur, breathing in panicked little gasps, wounded and cowering where he had fallen, made him brace his feet and shove back, his flame leaving scorch marks on Mystery’s chest.

“ǴÉT ÁẂÁӲ FŔŐḾ HiḾ!” Lewis bellowed. The air warped with heat around him, and flames licked at the nearest wall. He flung his hand accusingly at Mystery and fire followed, a glob of searing heat that Mystery adroitly dodged. “You left us in that damned cave, sealed us in when Arthur, at least, still needed help! You could have come back!”

Mystery let out a heart-rending howl. “I couldn’t! I sealed that damn cave to keep that thing in there and away from Vivi! It already killed you, what could I do but protect the only one left?!”

“She wasn’t the only one left!” Lewis fumed, throwing another fireball at Mystery. He was slower to dodge it this time and it scored a line of burnt fur on his shoulder. “I was still there, even dead, and you left Arthur in agony and fighting with the monster in his mind!”

“Arthur!” Vivi’s shriek cut through the roar of Lewis fire and Mystery’s snarls.

Vivi had darted past both of them and now crouched beside Arthur, his frightened face cupped in her hands. She was showering tiny kisses on his forehead between his horns and babbling tearfully. “Oh, Artie! I found you! It is you, it is you, it is you! I knew if I just kept looking I would find you again! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!” She paused long enough for a breath and to pull a dazed Arthur into one of her infamous bear hugs. “I’ve been looking since they let me out of the stupid hospital! I knew you wouldn’t leave me!”

Lewis froze in place, watching Vivi cradle a shell-shocked Arthur, tears streaking her face and a joyous smile stretching her cheeks out.

Mystery, on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as still, leaping for the pair of them, a tail wrapping around Vivi’s waist and yanking her bodily away from Arthur. “Vivi! Get away from that monster! That’s not Arthur! Arthur is dead!”

Vivi yelped indignantly and brought the flat of her hand down on Mystery’s muzzle in a slap that knocked his glasses off and dazed him just long enough for her to struggle free of his tail and stand in front of a shaking Arthur, arms akimbo and legs braced. She glared defiantly at Mystery.

“Open your eyes, Mystery. This is Arthur! I’d know him anywhere!” She shouted furiously, cheeks red under the tears.

“You open your eyes!” Mystery snarled back, snapping viciously at the air, as if he could rend Arthur from sheer force of will. “Arthur is dead and gone and that’s just a monster wearing his face! I saw his body before I sealed the damned cave that killed—”

He cut off with a yelp as Vivi’s hand shot out and grabbed his ear, nails biting into the flesh and yanking his head to one side in an angle that looked very painful. She glared down at him, glorious in her fury. “Explain now, buster,” Her voice was cold enough to freeze the sun. “Before I neuter you with my bare hands.”

Mystery snapped air in frustration again and Arthur made a soft sound of terror, shaking so badly his wings rattled like old bones. Vivi twisted the ear in her grip until Mystery yipped, trying to shake his head free of her grasp. Vivi wasn’t obliging. “You have until the count of one to start explaining yourself, buddy!” she seethed.

Her obvious rage worked to cool Lewis’s own and he floated past her and Mystery, flames bleeding away like they had never been, to gather up Arthur. Arthur flailed against his hold, still making those tiny, heart-wrenching gasps, like he simply couldn’t get enough air. His eyes weren’t really seeing Lewis, so dilated there was only the thinnest edge of gold between his iris and the dark sclera. One of his hands came up to grip at his shoulder, just beneath the savage scar there, claws biting harshly into his own skin.

“Arthur...” Lewis crooned softly. “Look at me, Arthur. Focus on me. I am right here. You are safe with me.” Lewis repeated the soft mantra as he gently prised Arthur’s hand away from his own, now-sluggishly bleeding shoulder— and in a moment of inspiration, pulled his locket out of his vest, pressing it into Arthur’s hand. Arthur stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, but the steady beat of it seemed to give him something to focus on, and he stopped struggling against Lewis’s hold. His tail lashed weakly until it found Lewis’s calf and wound around it so tightly it almost hurt. “That’s good, Artie, just focus on my locket.”

Though it tore at his heart to do so, Lewis turn his back on Vivi, sheltering Arthur from the sight of Mystery. For a moment, he wished for wings of his own, to cape over Arthur and keep him sheltered from everything. Arthur brought his other hand up to cage Lewis’s locket in his clawed fingers, still quaking in every muscle, but his frantic gasps for air were gradually slowing to match the pulse of the locket. Lewis took that as a good sign.

Behind him, in a voice as cold and unstoppable as a glacier, Vivi stated. “One.”

Before Mystery could say anything, Lewis turned his head, keeping his body between Arthur and the sight of Mystery. “Hold off on that please.” He rose, cradling Arthur to his chest. “I’d love to hear his explanation for fucking off and leaving us in that damned cave, but not until Arthur is taken care of. So please, for Arthur’s sake, hold off on the interrogation until I get Arthur bandaged up and settled down, Vi— Ms. Yukino. You are welcome to make yourself at home while I tend to Arthur.” He turned his head a little more to glare at Mystery. “You stay right where you are or I will rip your tails off and feed them to you. You’ve done enough damage!”

“Wait, please,” Vivi’s voice pleaded. “How is it you know us? How do you know Artie?”

Lewis managed a slight, pained quirk of his lips. “He’s my best friend. The rest I promise to explain, just later. Arthur needs looking after right this minute.”

He caught Vivi’s expression out of the corner of his eye. Her lips were pressed together in a thin, worried line but she nodded. “Arthur comes first. Just... just, when we are done talking this over, can I stay with him for a bit? He... I’ve been so worried about him.” There were tears gathering on her lashes.

Lewis’s heart ached for her. While she might not remember him, she certainly seemed to remember Arthur, and there was no doubt that her concern was genuine. “Y-yeah. When things are settled, you are more than welcome to sit with him. I-I think he needs you here as much as you need to be here.”

Vivi’s breath escaped her in a sigh. “Thank you. He’s— he’s been my best friend since forever.”

Lewis bit back the words that wanted to escape... ‘mine too.’ Vivi didn’t know him and right at the moment it would only confuse her. He only nodded. “There’s cold drinks in the fridge. Feel free to have something. I’ll be back shortly.”

He stepped out of the room, cradling Arthur tight to his chest. Arthur was still shaking, but his breathing had slowed from panicked gasps and his pinprick pupils were fixed on Lewis’s locket like it was the only thing he could hold onto. “Shhhh. I’m here. You are safe with me.” He had no idea if the words were getting through, but—

He sent one of his little deadbeats back into the room to keep an eye of Vivi and Mystery. While he trusted Vivi with Arthur’s life, at the moment, he didn’t dare trust Mystery, not after what he’d done.

He felt the deadbeat’s assent, and then suddenly, he was seeing a doubled image. One was the hall in front of him, leading to the bedrooms and the other was the room he had just left. Vivi was glaring down at Mystery. If Lewis didn’t know better, he would have called her expression murderous. She opened her mouth and it was like she was right there in the hall with him.

“You have some serious explaining to do, mutt.” Her tone was cold enough to chill his non-existent bones.

Mystery’s ears flicked nervously before flattening to his neck. “We need to get out of here, Vivi. You are in grave danger here.” His eyes skated to the hall Lewis had left by.

Okay, now her expression was full-on murderous. She rounded on Mystery, her hands on her hips and lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line. “I’m not going anywhere, buster.” The ice in her tone had intensified to glacial proportions. Lewis thought there should have been frost on the walls. “I have had it with you. That is our Arthur and you attacked him. Attacked him!” her voice rose to something just this side of a roar. “I have half a mind to—”

What she had half a mind to do, Lewis would never know, because Mystery cut her off, pacing like a caged tiger. “That is NOT Arthur! That is the thing that...” he yelped when Vivi loomed over him to grab his ear again.

“Killed him—?” Her voice was poisonously sweet. “That is what you were going to say, wasn’t it? The thing that killed him...”

Mystery flinched from her grip on his ear. “Vivi—”

“Don’t you ‘Vivi’ me, bucko. You just said Arthur was killed. I think I deserve a very—” she yanked hard on his ear. “Very thorough explanation.”

Mystery yiked softly, trying to prise his ear from her unrelenting grip. “Ow, Viveeee—” His voice trailed off into a pained whine as she twisted his ear.

Lewis couldn’t help taking a certain malicious pleasure in Mystery’s discomfort. He was still furious at him for attacking a cowering Arthur without provocation. Maybe he thought there was a demon, but Arthur hadn’t been attacking him or anything. Arthur... Lewis glanced down at Arthur, still pale and with his pupils still pinpricks as he almost obsessively turned Lewis’s locket over and over in his fingers. Arthur wasn’t in any shape to do anything at all.

“Vivi—!” Mystery whined again, jerking his head sideways to free his ear. “We— we have to kill that thing! I’m sorry but Arthur—” He made a wretched sound deep in his throat. “Arthur is gone.”

Vivi’s temper flared and she turned her back on Mystery, clenching her fists at her sides, and heaving several deep breaths. Lewis recognized it as a calming exercise. It didn’t seem to be working very well, because her voice was still tight with tension when she spoke.

“I don’t believe you, Mystery! All that effort to find Arthur when I got out of the hospital, you encouraging me while I looked—” Her spine straightened and she shot Mystery a venomous look. “And now, when we’ve found him, you attack him and tell me Arthur DIED in that cave!” She was shaking with fury and betrayal now, and Lewis wanted to go to her... but she wouldn’t know him. He looked down at Arthur’s form huddled in his arms. And at the moment, Arthur needed him more.

Vivi had turned her back entirely on Mystery now, striding angrily to the kitchen. She picked up the fallen bottle of gatorade carefully and replaced it in the fridge before pulling out a bottle of water and aggressively downing half of it. “I’m not talking to you right now,” she said coldly, scrubbing her sleeve across her mouth. “When the nice gentleman gets back, though, we are having a long talk.” Her glare promised that it wouldn’t be a pleasant one.

Lewis turned his attention back to getting Arthur safely taken care of. After a quick stop in the bathroom to have one of his hovering deadbeats snag the first aid kit, he nudged the door to Arthur’s room open with a foot.

He attempted to settle Arthur on the bed, but even in his distraught state, Arthur was having none of it. The tail still wound around Lewis’s calf tightened and Arthur made a thin, whimpering sound. His hands were still cradling the locket, but his wings groped after Lewis desperately. One of the blisters where the fluid had touched him popped, leaking clear liquid down one wing membrane, but Arthur didn’t even seem to notice it.

Lewis made a soft, shushing sound, carefully taking the edges of Arthur’s wings and folding them back. Arthur only struggled for a moment until Lewis soothingly ran a hand down his back between the wings, He’d done that often enough when Arthur was struggling in the throes of transformation that Arthur almost automatically stopped struggling. He was still whining softly, but Lewis tipped his head up until those frightened eyes met his. “Look at me, Arthur. I’m right here. Not going anywhere.” He smoothed his hand up and down the jumping muscles of Arthur’s back. “You are safe with me. I won’t ever let him hurt you again.”

Arthur shuddered and heaved a great, gasping breath, a little sense coming back into his panicked gaze.

“Good,” Lewis soothed. “I’m going to bandage those hurts, okay?”

Arthur didn’t say anything, but his tensely held wings relaxed slightly, sagging around him.

Lewis sagged a little with relief himself, gently turning the wing to examine the wounds. Whatever Mystery had flung had acted like hot oil, raising hideous blisters where it had struck his shoulders and wings. It had done the worst damage on the thin webs, the fragile skin puckered painfully tight around the swollen blisters. Lewis winced and slathered burn cream liberally over every blister and welt, being especially careful where the one blister had burst with Arthur’s movement. He considered it a good sign when the wing jerked and flinched in his hands, proof both that Arthur was starting to come out of it and that the wounds hadn’t damaged his nerves beyond repair.

He wrapped gauze loosely around the wing and repeated the treatment on his shoulder and then the other wing, He used the whole tube of cream and all the gauze, making a mental note to go get more.  When everything was settled, that was. He wasn’t leaving Mystery alone around Arthur... ever again.

It took more coaxing to get Arthur to lay down, on the shoulder that had escaped being splattered by the liquid, and Lewis conjured soft pillows to settle Arthur’s wings on, carefully propping them into a natural position. He settled on the edge of the bed, stroking Arthur’s sweat-dampened hair and humming softly.

Arthur’s eyes shifted to track on him, and he wasn’t flinching away, so Lewis considered it a victory. He’d known, in a distant way, that Arthur had been traumatized by the fall as much as Lewis himself had, but he hadn’t thought about those last moments up on the cliff, after the monster in his skin had shoved Lewis over. He remembered Arthur saying that Mystery had grabbed him, and the terrible scarring on his shoulder, now hidden beneath layers of gauze, gave proof of that. Mystery had attacked Arthur, up there on that cliff.

Whether he had meant for Arthur to fall and be skewered like a bug on a pin, Lewis didn’t know. At the moment he didn’t really care either. Resentment burned in his chest. No matter his other sins, Mystery had abandoned them, walling them up in the cave. Lewis remembered the stone that had stung Arthur; the boulder that had blocked the entrance to the cave, and knew Mystery had something to do with it hurting Arthur. Another sin to be added to the tally. It wasn’t just that he had abandoned them, with Lewis— dead— and Arthur horribly wounded, but that he had sealed them in and never come back to see what had become of them. He had to have at least known that there was a chance, with a death that violent, Lewis might have come back. Arthur might’ve too, for that matter.

He hadn’t cared enough to see if they had... remained. Lewis had to control his temper. He had to talk to Vivi. Maybe she couldn’t remember him, but she had come looking for Arthur, and that counted for a lot.

Arthur’s head was sagging against the pillow, though his eyes remained stubbornly open. His fear and panic had worn him out and add that to being hurt, Lewis was a little surprised he was awake at all. He resumed smoothing his hand over Arthur’s hair, letting the steady, familiar motion lull both of them. He needed to calm down as much as Arthur did, before he did something unforgivable to Mystery.

[glee-chan-z]

Did you have beef with The Blockbuster Buster?

I forgot about him.  Wow, shows how much of an impact this safe-playing weasel made on me.

Yeah, I really disliked The Blockbuster Buster.  I didn’t think he was funny as he just parroted whatever the popular opinion was on a film.  As you can tell, that’s my main beef on reviewers.  If I sense any hint of pandering, I hate it.  He basically picked safe movies to hate on, and repeated the same observations as everyone else had.  

Where Doug plays the middle ground he’ll at least hint towards his actual feelings.  It might be bullshit as he’s also playing it safe, but it’s not allowing the viewers to dictate his personal opinion.  He’s just stating there are other opinions out there instead of going big like he used to.

E-Rod was the opposite.  He ONLY picked bad movies that were notorious for being bad.  The Phantom Menace was his arch-enemy for instance (back when it was cool to hate it).  This led to the major problem of his show.  By picking movies famous for being bad meant everyone else had already reviewed them.  Basically every observation and joke he could possibly make were obvious because they had been done before.  If there was something new to be found or mined, he wasn’t clever enough to find it.  He added nothing new and was pure fluff. 

If this guy is still going, I don’t see how.  He’s had to run out of the big movies there are awful by now, and if not he’s viewers have to be tired of the same-old shit he did every review.  I never got how he got a following in the first place.  He wasn’t even original in his review delivery.  He didn’t have a quirky personality or sense of humor.  He just was a copy of everything ever.  He’s pure garbage.  

I don’t know.  Maybe he’s got an appeal that I just didn’t get.  But to me, he’s pure garbage.  

[princess-jellyfisher]

Bro I made the whump too whumpy. I have no control of the plot anymore. People are dying left and right, I'm dying inside, what is happening. 😭