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ssamie · 4 years

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nine. “partners in crime and suicide”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentons of suicide & breaking into arcades

masterlist. suicide freak!

"thank you for having us!" fukurodani exclaimed as they bowed. it was the end of their three-day practice match, and fukurodani was about to leave and were waiting for their bus.

"hey hey hey!" bokuto called out. he waved his arms around, trying to get y/n's attention, all while akaashi quietly stood beside him.

she chuckled and jogged over to the boy. "hey to you too, bokuto" she mused

"y/n-chan! im gonna miss you!" bokuto said dramatically as he wrapped his beefy arms around her

"i'll miss you too" she laughed "i'll be missing your awesome spikes, bokuto!" bokuto beamed from the praise and hugged her even tighter. "i know right! my spikes are awesome!"

"you're too nice to him, y/n-san" akaashi commented

"yeah, he's been thriving off your compliments for days" konoha snickered as he walked past "he'll probably be down in the slumps once he can't hear you cheering for him anymore"

bokuto pouted and rested his cheek on top of her head. "you're all so mean~" he whined

"oi, oi, oi!" kuroo called out "bokubro, hands off our manager!" he glared playfully

"no way!! join our team instead, y/n-chan!!" bokuto cried out as he squeezed her even tighter and swayed her around. "we already have two managers, bokuto-san" akaashi says as he tried to peel his huge arms off of her

"we can have three!" bokuto countered

"you can stick with two." kenma interjected. kenma stared him down, not talking nor blinking, silently waiting for him to let the girl go.

"r-right!" bokuto smiled nervously. he let her go and sheepishly avoided eye contact with kenma.

"kenma~" she cooed as she slithered her way towards him. "let's go out later" she suggested

"where?" he asked

"its a surprise, of course!" she exclaimed with a grin

"you're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"this is surprisingly nice.." kenma says as he pokes his mochi with his chopsticks

y/n was sat across from him, a cup of tea in hand as she placed her mochi on his plate. "right? this is the usual restaurant the agency goes to" she said with a small smile

kenma nodded and looked out the window as he chews on the sakura mochi. his cat-like eyes watched the cars and people pass by the streets. it was nearing night time, and the sky was slowly darkening, causing the street lights to turn on.

"so, y/n.." he trailed off

"hm?" she hummed back

"why-" kenma stops himself, subconsciously letting out a tired sigh as he watched her pour some suspicious liquid into her drink.

"what the hell are you doing?" kenma deadpanned as he watched her happily mix the contaminated tea.

"shh! let me have my moment, kenma-kun!" she shushed him she giddily grasped the cup and brought it up to her lips.

"y/n, stop that!" kenma exclaimed as he took the drink from her hands

"what did you put in this?! it smells like death in a washing machine!" kenma gagged. he scrunched his nose up as he poured it out the window, emptying the cup before placing it back beside him, so she couldn't reach for it.

"kenma! that was my suicide potion!" she cried out childishly

"your suicide potion?" kenma deadpanned "that's stupid. please don't-"

"dont worry though, i brought an extra one just in case!" she exclaimed "although it's just the chemicals so it'll probably sting my throat a bit"

"how about you don't drink anything at all" kenma sighed. he shoved a mochi in her mouth and snatched the small bottle from her.

"i thought we came here to have a peaceful meal, not so i could watch you die" he said "plus.. there's something i've been meaning to ask you" kenma said "but you just ruined the moment."

"aw! are you finally agreeing to the double suicide?!" she asked with a huge grin. she took his hands in hers and intertwined their fingers together. "is that why you took the drink from me?"

"you wanted to drink it together, didn't you?!"

"no."

kenma shook his head and stared at their hands. more specifically, her bandages. "i wanted to know why you wore these bandages all the time.." he muttered

he looked up to meet eyes with her. though, he soon panicked and frantically bowed his head in apology "i-i mean, if that's okay with you!" he shrieked "it's totally fine if you don't wanna tell me.."

kenma gulped as she continued to stare at him with her (e/c) eyes and an unreadable expression. she then chuckled and pulled her hands away, stuffing them in her pockets as she leaned back on her seat

"well, why do you think i wear them all the time?" she mused

"um.. for injuries?" kenma replied, though he wasn't so sure of his answer

she hummed and nodded along, not confirming nor denying it.

"um, maybe for style?" he asked "though, you'd look perfectly fine without them" he said

"would you like me not to wear my bandages?" she asked him

"um well, no" kenma shrugged "i think it'd feel weird and new if i saw you without them"

"maybe you just like bondage." she suggested with a straight face

"i what??" kenma spluttered as a soft pink hue covered his cheeks "where did that come from?!"

"i dunno, kenma-kun" she shrugged "maybe the reason you like seeing me in bandages so much is because-"

"i don't wanna hear it." kenma groaned

"also.. ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵘʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃʸ?" he muttered bashfully

she raised an eyebrow curiously as she asked him to repeat the question.

"i asked.. who was that guy the other day?" kenma said much louder, much to his embarrassment

"oh." she mumbled. just then, an evil grin formed on her lips as she giggled tauntingly. "oya oya~ why do you ask, kenma~" she teased as she poked on his cheeks

"i- no reason, okay!" kenma exclaimed

he puffed out his reddened cheeks and looked down on his lap, letting his hair cover his face as he tried to ignore her teasing remarks "i just heard that he was your 'old partner' and i got curious" he said

"and how did you hear that, hm?" she smirked "were you spying on me?"

kenma paled at the realisation of his slip up and groaned "well no- okay, kind of.."

"we were just curious so we followed you.. but we stopped after you left the cafe" he admitted

"hm, well his name is chuuya" she said with a fond smile "he's like a tiny chihuahua, and will probably bite you if you touch him"

"oh.." kenma muttered "you guys seemed close..does he work for your agency too?" he asked

she chuckled and shook her head. "no, no. quite the opposite of that, actually"

"we're just old friends, i guess." she shrugged "we met at my old job"

"your old job?" kenma raised a brow "i kind of can't imagine you doing anything else, to be honest"

"i mean, i wouldn't have believed you even worked as a detective if you didn't tell me yourself" he said with a soft laugh

"well then, would you like to guess?" she asked with a smile. kenma blinked back, nodding as he pondered over his answer "well, i guess you could've been a.." he trailed off

"um.." kenma groaned in frustration. he stared directly at her face, trying to think of a job suitable for her and her personality, though nothing came to mind.

"dont bother burning your brain out, brat" a voice chimed in

"yeah, y/n's old profession is still a mystery to us" another voice said

kenma, along with y/n, looked back at the door to see kunikida and atsushi entering the cafe

"oh! atsushi, weren't you aiming for the reward?" she chuckled "watch out, kenma might guess correctly before you!" atsushi panicked and rushed over to their side "was he close to the answer?!" atsushi shrieked

"nope! but you can join the guessing game if you want!" she exclaimed with a cheeky grin

"gladly!" atsushi exclaimed, pulling out a chair and setting it between them. "but just for context.." atsushi trailed off "the reward is still in tact right?"

"yup! 700 grand for the correct answer!" she said with a laugh

"700 grand?" kenma muttered "is the answer really that hard to guess?"

"YES! THE ONLY PERSON WHO PROBABLY KNOWS IS RANPO-SAN AND-" atsushi cut himself off as he finally got a good look of kenma ".. youre that boy she's been obsessing about.." atsushi sweat dropped

"y/n-san.." atsushi sent her a knowing glare, which she responds with an offended scoff

"you hurt me, atsushi" she sighed "i asked him out, and he said yes! i didn't force him this time!"

"what do you mean 'this time' ?" kunikida scowled "are you really pestering the poor boy?" kunikida said "sometimes it's like you're asking to be hit"

kenma blinked as he watched them interact, slowly starting to feel awkward as the man in glasses continue to scold her while atsushi went back to guessing.

"writer?!" atsushi guessed "nope!"

"researcher!" ; "nooo!"

"journalist!" ; "boo!"

"fortune teller!" ; "wrong!~"

"interpretor?!" ; "non, non~"

"its all too random.." kenma commented as he, too, tried to think of the right answer

"actor?!" atsushi shrieked "no! but.." she trailed off, placing her hands on her pink cheeks "that's flattering!"

"y/n.." kenma muttered out. he reached over the table to tug on the sleeve of her coat. she screamed internally from his adorable act and faced him "yes?" she asked

".. i wanna go to the arcade" kenma said with a pout

she, quite literally, had to slap her chest repeatedly as she felt her heart beat faster. "kyANMAAA! YOU'RE SO CUTE!" she squealed "of course, we can go!"

"well then, atsushi-kun, do you yeild?" she chuckled as she picked up the check from the table "well, i can't think of any more.." atsushi sighed defeatedly

"then you can take our check!" she exclaimed as she sent him a cutesy smile. she shoved the bill into his hands and skipped away to the exit with kenma's hand in hers

"wait! i don't have any money-"

"bye-bye~" she waved as she closed the door

"now then, let's get to that arcade"

"y/n this is closed." kenma said with a sigh. they were currently standing infront of an arcade, obviously already closed, after walking for about half an hour

"i know, kenma-kun! no need to state the obvious" she mused. she licked her lips as she continued fiddling with the lock, brows furrowing from concentration as she picked it open with a simple hair clip

"so then why are we here??" kenma grumbled "we could've went to other ones that were open. and it's getting really late, you're lucky my parents aren't home for the week" he said

"silly boy, it's not closed if the door is open, right?" she chuckled as she pointed to the arcade doors

"i wha- did you pick the lock?!" kenma whisper shouted "this is illegal! we're literally breaking in!" he hissed out as he tried to run away

though, she simply grasped his wrist and pulled him inside. "its fine, kenma! we'll just leave a note to the owner" she laughed carefreely "besides, it's not that big of a deal! we'll still pay for tokens!" she said with a smile

kenma worriedly tiptoed inside, squinting his cat-like eyes as he tried to adjust to the dark. he slightly winced as bright, and colorful lights suddenly turned on.

"oop- i found the power switch!" she announced "now then, what game should we play first.." she hummed to herself as she eyed each game

"this is it. i'm gonna die. we're gonna get arrested and i'll rot in the prison. thanks a lot." kenma chanted out. he nervously sat down on the seat infront of the screen which showed 'tekken'

(bro i've never played that game before, and what do you call those huge metal box things with the games in arcades wtf ♀️)

"i got tokens!" she exclaimed as she sat on the one across him.

"this is so wrong" kenma said with a shake of his head though despite that, he still reached out for the token and continued to play.

after some time of pretty much trying out each game and tiring themselves out from the DDR machines by performing some embarrassing choreos.

"okay, i kinda want that one" she said as she pointed to the cat plushy "why? there's one here that's so much bigger" kenma said as he pointed to the kuromi plushy which looked like it could swallow them whole

"this cat looks like you." she defended "im gonna name him kyanma, won't that be cute?"

"plus if we get this, we'll have enough tickets to get that game you want"

staying true to her word, they didn't break or steal anything. so technically, they didn't commit a crime, right? well, only if you scratch out the breaking in part.. but that's okay. they had fun and that's all that matters, alright? 😃

"fine.." kenma mumbled as he plucked the plushy and the game off the shelf

they threw the tickets on the counter, flashed the cctv cameras one last peace sign, and left.

"i can't believe i just did that" kenma muttered out with a laugh "but it was fun. thanks for that, y/n" he smiled at her

she blinked and stared at his side profile as they continued their walk home. "it was fun, yeah.." she chuckled

"so.. how's it feel?" she mused "first crime in your record! do you feel like a misunderstood punk teen now?"

"no, i feel like a criminal."

"same thing!" she beamed with a grin

she locked their arms together and gripped the plushy with her free hand, letting it dangle by her side as they walked "i just realized something.." she gasped

kenma raised a brow and side eyed her "what is it?" he asked

"we're now officially partners in crime and suicide!"

"sure" kenma chuckled

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fcrmula · 3 years

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interview with the muse. REPOST DONT REBLOG

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? : “n, as in the letter.”

WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? : “... same answer. it’s realer than anything else, isn’t it?” his full name is natural harmonia-gropius. even if he was inclined to state as much, he’s not sure it even is his real name, or even the one that had been on his birth certificate--- and he’s not even sure if that exists.

DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT? : “that depends... right now, n is short for something, but originally it came from a blanket i had as a child... as for my full name... i don’t really know, no. i was just told that it was my name and nothing more.”

ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? : “ah... single.”

HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? : “i can talk to pokemon. it isn’t just when they make noise or cry out, i can hear their voice straight from their hearts. and i can do... a few other things related to that, i can usually tell if there are pokemon nearby that i can’t see, for instance.”

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? : “i’ve heard it called moss green and slate green... or put more simply, grey-green.”

HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? : “tea green. one of my favourite colours, so that’s lucky, huh?”

HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? : “... darmanitan raised me and zoroark. none of us are related to each other, but we’re family.” he looks like he might add something there, but he just falls silent, sporting an uncertain, conflicted expression.

THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME SOMETHING THAT YOU’RE BAD AT : “understanding other humans is... often difficult. ah, and most technology is a little hard for me until i’m shown what to do, since it’s all extremely new to me.”

DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? : “i like gardening. and doing puzzles, particularly those involving numbers, like sudoku and picross.”

EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? : “emotionally, yes, surely. physically... ah, i’d say maybe accidentally while playfighting as a child, but i was always the one who got hurt, so... if i have, it was almost certainly accidental.”

EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? : “... no? and even if i had, why would i just up and admit it simply because i was asked...?”

NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. : “... does being occasionally very, very petty count?”

DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? : “that trainer... who showed me i was wrong. the hero of ideals.” a quick and confident answer, delivered with a brisk nod. his hands lace their fingers together in his lap. “that person is who i look up to and respect more than anyone else... maybe someone might think it’s strange, since i’m a little bit older than them, but... still, they knew so much more than me. understood so much more than me.”

WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? : “... ... ...” never being able to make any of the changes he wants to make. not being able to live up to his title as hero of truth. being too naive, and falling prey to someone like ghetsis again. falling prey to ghetsis himself. never being able to understand humans the way he wants--- needs to, never being understood properly. the list goes on.

DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? : “i love all of my friends very deeply. i think that’s a love that is just as important as romantic love... and i’m not sure if i love anyone like that right now.”

HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? : “ah... well, in terms of pokemon? that would be just about every pokemon i’ve ever met. for people, um...” a loooooong pause. “... i... erm... i’m not positive who... who counts and who doesn’t, it would be hard to make an accurate count... i’m confident i have at least five?”

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? : “absolutely fascinating, and what a thrilling hunt, too! a hunt that will never end, yet it never stops being satisfyi--- oh, the dessert? ... you meant the... dessert... ... ... um, it’s good. i don’t eat it often, but i like cinnamon apple pie and rhubarb pie... i don’t particularly like pumpkin pie, though, simply because the texture isn’t balanced very well.”

FAVORITE DRINK? : “fresh cold water or tea of any kind, with a special preference for green tea. i like matcha lattes.”

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? : “the ferris wheel in nimbasa, chargestone cave, and lostlorn forest.”

ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? : “... kind of, maybe.” no further elaboration given.

WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? : “a lake! i love lakes. i’ll gladly swim anywhere, though.”

CAMPING OR INDOORS? : “camping, of course. i prefer it in the first place, but i also have to pay if i want to sleep indoors, so...”

tagged by: @cruentu-s thank you heehee

tagging: You

#﹙ic.﹚#﹙headcanons.﹚

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emotional-blender · 4 years

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three. hats and mitts. calum hood.

a/n: day three of 25! have some cute boyfriend cal. that's all i have to say about this. as always, if you have any ideas/things you want to see, dont be shy to send a suggestion for a tiny blurb.

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"you made it?" calum asked out loud, brown eyes flicking up to loo at the girl sitting across the table of the coffee shop. she gave a shrug, cheeks flishing with color as she sat quietly. she had two choices. she could nod and give him that shy smile she'd given him the day they'd met a few months ago, or she could tell him the truth about the whole thing.

she watched as his fingers ran over the soft wool, tracing the intricate patterns of the black and white stripes of the scarf he held in his hands. she wanted to badly to take credit for the gift; to tell him that yes, she had made him something with her own two hands. she could only imagine the way his smile would brighten the whole room if he had even thought that. she couldn't do it. she couldn't let even the smallest of lies escape from her lips; not where he was concerned.

nose wrinkling, she offered a sheepish smile and shook her head.

"i wish i was that talented but honestly, apparently when i knit i only pearl and i can't get my fingers to move the right way? but um, i did have it made for you. my grandma did it. actually." she paused, face flishing again as she reached toward the warm cup of hot cocoa in front of her, hands wrapping around it on either side and lidting it so she could smell it. it was still too hot to drink, but cool enough to be comfortable on her cold hands.

"she wanted me to ask if you wanted the matching hat and mittens," she spoke before taking another deep breath of the sweet chcoolate smell, then moving to set the cup down in front of her. "i mean, i told her not to go overboard and, that, like, it might be-"

"fuck yeah i want them," he interrupted her, cheeks high on his face as he grinned, eyes disappearing a little as they crinkled in the corners.

ahw breathed a sigh of relief, the anxiousness she felt about him knowing that her grandma knew how smitten she was letting go. though, she supposed, it wasn't something he'd be able to tell just from the fact that her grandma wanted to knit him mats and mittens and scarves. but something about the way calum looked at her made her feel like he could see every single part of her insides; like she had no defenses; her walls busted down one by one in such a short period of time.

a moment later saw her own smile as she nodded her head.

"i'll tell her you said yes. i'm pretty sure she already made them," she admitted sheepishly.

"i can't believe you didn't think i'd want them all," he mused, reaching up and setting his new scarf down around his neck as he reached forward for the cookie on his plate. "you know how sick it is someone wants to make me hats and mitts? fuckin feels good, babe,"

"good," she nodded her head, reaching out to break off a piece of her own cookie as she stared at him with a smile on her face. "i wish i could actually make you them,"

"you still got them for me, it's just as good," his assurance comes without hesitation, nodding his head with a mouthful of cookie, bringing the scarf up and rubbing it on his cheek. "wouldn't mind if the hat and mitts came smelling like you, though."

#calumj hood #5sos #calum hood imagine #calum hood blurb #calum hood fic #5sos imagine #5sos blurb #5sos fic #shans advent 2020 #my writing

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edwardsvirginity · 4 years

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And now... I introduce my best friend to Eclipse!

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[riley’s first appearance]

Friend: who's that

mike?

(the rest of the commentary for the movie is under the readmore!)

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[bella reciting the opening monologue: some say the world will end in fire…]

Friend: wow…drama queen

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[Edward and bella in the meadow]

Friend: is this real or is this more of her crazy headspace

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Edward: marry me

Bella: I have an English final

Friend: wow……. Rude

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[Charlie grounding bella]

Friend: charlie…. is the only sane character tbh lmfao

he knows an abusive relationship when he sees one

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[Edward sabatoges bella’s truck]

Friend: Y I K E S

A B U S I V E

this is not romantic lol

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Renee: I just want to make sure ur making the right choices for you

Friend: she's NOT

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[renee gives bella the quilt from all their trips]

Friend: awwww

except she's selling out her fam for bloodsuckers

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[all the cullens wait for Victoria in the forest]

Friend: is it whatshername

the redheaded bitch

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Friend: i'm just gonna say….alice and carlisle are the only valid vampires

Me: whyso?

Friend: idk anything about jasper and emmett, edward is weird, who else even is there

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Me: [pauses movie because a spider has appeared by my head and I’m freaking out]

[it lands on my laptop and I scream and close it]

Ok… we can resume

Friend: what happened?

Me: [explains]

Him: ? ? ? why didn't you kill it?!

Me: killing it requires getting close enough to touch it, and that's Too Close

i don't kill spiders

anyway

Him: what?!? lmfao

you don't kill spiders

Me: killing them is too scary

Him: i'd rather kill it and know it's dead than wonder where it is

wow

me: i just scream until someone else comes to do it for me

him: that's a lot to take in

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[jake confronting Edward about being on their territory]

Edward: I was trying to protect u by not telling u abt Victoria

Friend: mmmm yikes

bella just needs to move tf back to florida

this is….Too Much

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[bella goes to lapush]

Friend: tbh i like his pack

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Leah: if ur here to torture jake some more u can leave

Friend: oooooh

burn

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[movie introduces imprinting]

Friend: tbh i think that whole concept is insane™ and i dont get it

bc it like absolves you of your own…actions

& removes the other person's choice

it's really fucking creepy

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Friend: also it would be soooo weird to be able to read people's thoughts

Me: i know it would freak me out

i would hate being able to hear everything my packmates thought

Friend: i don't need anyone else to know how horny i am

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[Jacob arguing with bella about the cullens]

Jacob: theyre not even alive

Friend: "they're not even alive" y i k e s

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[riley creeping in bella’s house]

Friend: man i'd be sleepin with a shotgun lmfao

& like 12 dogs

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[Edward yelling at bella abt bella disappearing with jake]

Me: he’s so overprotective

Friend: she needs it tho

Me: because she's such a danger magnet?

Friend: um….yeah

& she is a fucking damsel in distress

she has no power of her own :((

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Friend: he's so…ugly

me: Edward?

Friend: yeah ……….

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[Jake appears shirtless]

Edward: doesn’t he own a shirt

Friend: “doesn't he own a shirt"

LMFAO edward voicing my thoughts

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[Edward kissing bella before passing her off to jake, who immediately hugs her]

Friend: the way they …. fight with each other by using her body :|

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Friend: what do native americans think of this?

Me: [explains]

Friend: so what is the redeeming quality of these movies exactly lmfao

Me: they’re… fun?

Friend: i guess

like indiana jones

racist trash, but fun(?)

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Me: I hate his sideburns in this movie

Friend: don't think they're that bad

his whole face tho is not great

especially pale af

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[nonconsensual kiss scene]

Jake: ill fight until ur heart stops beating

Bella: u wont have to wait for long

Friend: YIKES

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[Edward and Jake fighting post-punch]

Jake: she’s not sure what she wants

Friend: Y I K E S

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[Carlisle bandaging bella]

Friend: carlisle is so hot

i wanna marry dr. carlisle

the way he medicines everyone up…

wow

[..]

edward is useless

seduce Carlisle

[..]

edward's been alive 100 years and hasn't become a doctor??? c'mon

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[Rosalie killing her rapists]

Friend: LM FAO

love that

W O W

that's a more interesting story than bella's LMFAO

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[Rosalie trying to convince bella to stay human]

Rose: there’s one thing you’ll want more than Edward… one thing you’ll kill for… blood

Friend: ohhh….

SHE REAL

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Friend: & also bella's assumption that Edward is That Great

she's 18….. she hasn't even TRIED college boys

[..]

has she even had sex with anyone, ever?

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Friend: Evil Dakota Fanning is ….. scary af

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Friend: i'll say what i want about stephanie meyer being a fucked up mormon…. but her music taste is p good

Me: she didn’t do the soundtracks

Friend: ummm…i remember stephanie meyer specifically thanking Muse in her books

in the "acknolwedgements" section

or did you, the twilight princess, not read that part

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[graduation party]

Friend: I feel like there should be a twilight spoof..

where a high school girl has to choose between dating a furry and a goth

bc that's what this feels like to me

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Friend: he freaks me out

the beefy one

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[training scene]

Friend: jasper's kinda sexy too

well, everyone looks good next to robert :|

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[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: jasper was a confederate soldier?!?!??!

what?? lmfao

confederate vampires? thanks i hate it

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Friend: didn't he have like a life and morals before becoming a vampire or

i mean i guess he's a confederate so maybe not but

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[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: he just listens to her lmfao

his Evil Mexican Bruja

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[about Victoria]

Friend: she should just make someone sexy a vampire and fuck them tho

she has the power here

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[about Jacob]

Friend: is there a REASON he never wears a shirt?

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[Jake trying to convince bella she has feelings for him]

Jake: you can love more than one person… like sam, Emily, and leah

Friend: thruple!

that's the only resolution here

jacob & edward need to fuck each other and get over it

there's too much tension between them

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Alice: you and Edward will have the house to yourself tonight

Friend: oooooo

Alice: you’re welcome

Friend: LMFAO

alice is a bro

--0000000--

Bella [immediately after the scene with Alice]: hey dad, I was wondering

Friend: hey dad… i was wondering. do you have any condoms

--0000000--

Bella: dad I’m a virgin

Friend: not for long….

--0000000--

Friend: but like honestly it's all so deeply unclear to me

he has like no blood, right?

HOW does he get hard

Me: he’s always hard

Friend: i don't think that's how that works

--0000000--

[Edward and bella in edward’s room]

Bella: I wanna ask u something

Friend: "can we fuck"

--0000000--

Friend: i feel like "becoming a vampire" is just a metaphor for "losing virginity"

--0000000--

[Bella tried to jump Edward]

Edward: bella…no

Friend: ???????????

they already kiss and stuff?????????

Me: yeah

i think he's worried he'd like. fuck her to death

idk… her vulva is delicate i guess

Friend: they could do some Other Stuff

Me: yeah i know

edward is just…. too old school to understand anything but piv

Friend: fuck her to death…with his flaccid vampire dick

[..]

this is so………Weird

?????????? sex is not a sin

--0000000--

[Edward talking abt how he would have courted bella in 1918]

Friend: ???????????? i dont believe that at all

people fucked in the 1800s

edward is a fucking weirdo

[Edward starts his grand speech]

Friend: Ew

this is…. a Lot

tbh it's Not Sexy that he can't adapt to a more feminist era

[Edward proposes]

Friend: this is…… a Lot

he Keeps Asking

[bella accepts]

Friend: she's only saying yes because she's horny!!!!

--0000000--

Friend: also….tbh it's sad that these vampires have to deny their instincts and have no control over themselves

like ….maybe they should just be euthanized

Me: :O

Friend: is it fair to deny them their nature???

we don't force tigers to be vegetarians

what is the difference

Me: because… they're sentient and intellectual and can decide for themselves not to eat humans

Friend: i'm not sure i buy that

Me: you think they're not smart enough to make their own decision not to eat humans?

Friend: it seems like they have to be rehabilitated to deny a very natural instinct that they have no control over

are the cullens themselves a metaphor for mormonism?

Me: yeah but carlisle CHOSE a vegetarial lifestyle… no one forced it on him

Friend: i guess

but at what cost

lmao

--0000000--

[tent scene]

Jacob: I am hotter than u

Friend: LMFAO

--0000000--

Friend: why didn't they bring more blankets?????

how fucking cold is it

Dumbasses

--0000000--

[Edward and jake arguing over bella]

Friend: idk bella….

i'd rather fuck a hot wolf than a freezing rock hard PussyDestroying Vampire

those wolves are HUGE…. huge dicks im sure

--0000000--

[Edward talking about how he doesn’t want bella to be a vamp to jake]

Friend: i feel like they're Bonding

over their inability to control this woman lmfao

--0000000--

[jake and Edward fighting over bella]

Friend: bella is not that interesting? ? ? ?

--0000000--

Edward: if you weren’t trying to steal bella I might actually like u

Friend: wow

THIS is where they should fuck

t h r u p l e

look deep into each other's eyes

--0000000--

Friend: she'd warm up if they were having sex

--0000000--

[post tent scene]

Friend: she's not even wearing a hat rn

bella…what the fuck

--0000000--

[Edward and bella talking about being engaged, jake overhears]

Bella: it’s the 21st century

Friend: yeah, it is the 21st century…. marry them both

--0000000--

[bella asks jake to kiss her]

Friend: what the FUCK is happening

--0000000--

[bella and jake making out]

Friend: she's not even wearing anything warm

--0000000--

[battle]

Friend: carlisle…. kung fu master

Me: renaissance man

Friend: only breaks the hippocratic oath when absolutely necessary

--0000000--

[confrontation with riley and Victoria, Edward trying to convince riley to turn on Victoria]

Edward: think about it riley.. .you’re from forks… you know the area

Friend: "you're from forks… who would want that"

--0000000--

[Carlisle healing jake]

Friend: god…..my sexy, classy dad

… so smart….. so kind

--0000000--

Bella: I’m not normal

Friend: bella….you are SO normal

the reason every middle school girl read these books and thought they were like bella is bc you are just THAT normal

--0000000--

Edward: I guess we should start planning the wedding

Bella: no… something more difficult first… more dangerous

Friend: is she still talking about her virginity

#best friend movie night #eclipse #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #tts #the twilight saga #twilight revival #twilight in 2020 #twilightenment #twilight: eclipse #let me know what you guys think of this format as opposed to the endless reblogging

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withlove-so · 5 years

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lets try spicing things up since i don’t see too many Ferdinand stans and Ferdinand posts on here besides HCs. can i requesteth someth Ferdinand x Reader pleaseth? thanketh thou

:3c Him

I went for post timeskip because I’m in love with his long hair, I hope that’s okay!

Take a shot after every time I say hair

— — —

“You grew your hair out. That’s not really what I expected.”

“Long hair is a fantastic way to look more gallant! Don’t you think it makes me look more noble?” Ferdinand chucked at you surprised expression. You supposed it did make him look more handsome, not that you’d ever tell him that. He’d never shut up about it if you did.

“You’re a lot more vulernable on the battlefield with hair like that. What if the enemy grabs it from behind and restricts your movement?”

“Maybe I could cut it in a dramatic fashion! That seems to be a common trope in plays after all, and other people go wild over it.”

“Or, and this might sound crazy but, maybe dont do that?” He just had to over complicate things... the solution could be much simpler, “Just put your hair up before battle. It’ll be much harder to take advantage of then.”

Please let me do it. Please let me do it.

“Hmm, you make a fair point. But I’ve never even tried to do something like that. Do you have any-“

“I could do it for you!” That probably sounded too eager. Gods you’d even interrupted him while he was talking. But his hair looked so soft, and you desperately wanted to touch it. In a perfectly normal manner, of course, “Er, that is, if you’re alright with that.”

“Why, Y/N! Of course! If you would be so kind, I’d love it if you could help me.” It didn’t seem like he’d even noticed, or if he did, he didn’t mention it. You agree to do so, even though you had been the one to offer in the first place. You quickly position yourself behind him and began working.

Though, when you run your fingers through his hair to check for tangles, you could swear you’d heard Ferdinand make a small sound. Had you hurt him? Surely he wasn’t so tender headed he couldn’t handle a little hair pulling. It didn’t really sound like he was hurt, but better to be safe than sorry.

“Ferdinand? Sorry, am I being too rough?” You tried to meet his face, but he quickly turned away once he noticed you begin to move.

“Not at all! It’s just, maybe you should use a brush instead. That is the intended tool after all.” His voice seemed to waver a bit, like he had something else to say but couldn’t find the words.

No matter, you want to keep Ferdinand comfortable, otherwise he might not let you finish! So you begrudgingly comply, rummaging around your bag. Once you find one and begin running it through his locks, it quickly becomes clear that it’s very well kept, the bristles flow through so cleanly! You made a mental note to ask him what he does to keep it like that.

After brushing it thoroughly, you begin to think of some suitable styles. Perhaps a bun? Or a ponytail that sits over his shoulder like Linhardt’s used to? Maybe even twin tails...

Eventually you decide to do a braided bun, it was bound to not only work the best but also look the best.

“I think I’ve got the style for you! But it’s probably gonna take a while. Are you going to be able to sit there for long?”

“Of course! You’re talking to Ferdinand von Aegir here!”

“I know, that’s why I asked. I don’t think I’ve seen you sit for longer than 30 minutes.” As you laughed at your own tease, you began to separate his hair for the starting braid. This seemed to cause Ferdinand to tense up again, with his shoulders raising up and his neck falling forward. His movement made his hair shift around and immediately messed with the partings. You grab a small strand and give it a light tug, grimacing, “Hey, don’t move! If you move, you’ll mess it up. And if it messes up, I’ll just have to do it again anyways.”

You heard the man give a small voicing of apologies as he sat back up, and you couldn’t help but notice his hand gripping at his knees. His nails were practically digging into his skin, or at least they sure looked like they were. While you began braiding the three large sections of hair, you slowly, slowly began creeping around. Just enough to where he wouldn’t notice.

After all, he’d been hiding his face this whole time. The only way you could even read his emotions was his body language so far, and that can only tell you so much. Was he angry? In pain? Nervous? You couldn’t tell! And you’d never know if you didn’t investigate.

But impatience got the better of you. You only got about halfway before just bolting around then facing him directly (still holding the braid, unfortunately. You noticed Ferdinand cringe from his hair suddenly getting yanked so violently). You couldn’t even suppress your giggle.

The little Dukeling has such a warm glow to his face! His cheeks were a soft shade a pink that danced up his face as he realized you were sat right in front of him. He tried to look away, to the sides, even to the sky, but it was quite difficult to do so. Since you still had his hair gripped in your fist, his movements were extremely limited. So he simply looked forward, which only seemed to embarrass him further.

“Y/N! By the Goddess, at least warn me when you’re going to do that. You nearly scared me half to death...” His breathing was certainly a bit unsteady. Perhaps you’d frightened him a bit too much and yet, it was probably worth it to see his cute-

Ah, wait. Gods, you really needed to stop thinking like that. This whole time you’d let your mind wander, but... perhaps it was getting out of hand.

“Well, you’ve been avoiding looking at me! I thought maybe you were upset, so I just wanted to make sure. But, you seem more than fine to me.” A soft smile creeped onto your lips, “I’d even say you look pretty happy. Oh, wait! Your hair!” You’d been distracted for so long, you’d completely forgotten about his braid! It was still in its form, thank the Goddess, so you simply went back around and continued working quietly.

But of course, silence can never last for long. You quietly mused a thought, one you had intended to keep to yourself, “Why is it that you looked so embarrassed? I know having your hair done up isn’t typically the most manly thing, but you didn’t seem embarrassed at the thought before. Is there something else? Maybe...” Is it me? You quickly throw the thought out. What silly self indulgence.

“Well... I suppose it’s because of- because of you.”

Your hands freeze as you were tying up the now complete braid into a bun. Was he being serious here? You thought back to make sure you hadn’t spoken out loud.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t even done anything to embarrass you.” A nervous chuckle barely slips through your lips. Of course, that’s probably not what he meant. But in that moment of panic, what else could you think to say? You hurriedly try to tie up his bun, trying to avoid the conversation.

“Yes, of course not. It’s just that, your hands are very... soft. I didn’t expect it and, and when you did that thing with your hands, running it through my hair I just kind of, um.” Now you both fell silent, and neither side made an attempt to break it.

As soon as you tied up his hair fully and gave an awkward “Finished.”, Ferdinand turned around to face you. His face was even more flushed than before, and when he met your gaze a light, breathy laugh came out. Without his hair framing his face, you really could see everything. And by the Godess, it really was breath taking. No word to describe beauty seemed to be able to match the wide grin plastered across his face, or the soft look his eyes were giving you.

“Thanks Y/N. Knowing you, I’m sure it looks perfect.”

He was blinding.

You push his face to the side, grumbling, “Don’t look at me like that. Or I won’t be able to...”

Resist.

You leave the field in a hurry, making up some excuse about having to prepare for the upcoming battle, even though you’d already prepared weeks in advance. You just had to get away from that man, just for a moment, to regain your composure.

In your rush, you failed to notice that, just behind you, that same man watched you retreat with such a fond expression, almost wanting to call you back but decided it best to leave it be.

There was always next time he had mused, another time when he held just a bit more confidence to truly tell you how he feels.

#He is ferdinand von aegir!#fire emblem three houses #ferdinand von aegir #ferdinand x reader #asks #requests #scenario

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cherryeol04 · 5 years

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Breaking the curse

Based on this prompt!

https://corvidprompts.tumblr.com/post/190045516647/dont-worry-says-the-witch-im-a-skilled

Jisung sighed as another plant withered by his presence, a trail of them behind him, obscuring the snow covered ground with their dead foliage. Luckily it seemed trees were immune to whatever curse had been placed on him - he wouldn’t have heard the end of it from the village elders if the trees started dying as well.

The snow crunched loudly under his heavy boots in a teeth grating, goosebump raising sort of way. Jisung had always hated the sound that snow makes, the feeling of it and even the cold temperatures it brought with it. Yet, he could never deny the beauty of it. The way it blanketed the ground, lush and white. The peaceful serenity that was casted about. Always so beautiful. But nevertheless it was an annoying pain in the ass, especially now as he had to trudge through it in order to get to the local witch.

Though if you ask Jisung, “local” wasn’t the correct term to use. It was more like the “convenient” witch, as she....he?(Jisung wasn’t sure)...was the only one around for miles. Villages were scattered around in what maps showed as some sort of ring with Jisung’s village being in the center. A central hub of sorts, rich with resources that were traded with the other villages. And just on the outskirts of the south village, was a large forest and nestled right in the front of the tree line was the witch’s home. A foreboding abode that had everyone wary since it’s erection. Which was understandable, witches weren’t to be trusted. They used their magic for evil, summoning dark creatures that wiped out civilization faster than any plague or drought could. Stories of such happenings had been passed down for years, eventually becoming bedtime stories and even warnings to children to be good unless they want to be snatched up by a witch.

Jisung had been the most obedient child in the whole village. But as he grew older, he grew more adventurous which lead him into very dangerous situations half the time and one of the reasons he was cursed now and making the day’s trip to the witch to see if maybe he could beg for its removal. He highly doubted it, it’s not like the villages had welcomed the witch with open arms or anything.

——

It was nightfall when Jisung finally reached the log cabin, smoke pillowing from the chimney as the light of the fire danced from the windows. It looked so welcoming and homey and for a moment, Jisung forgot about the danger that lurked inside.

Knocking on the door, he waited about 3 seconds before knocking again. Another 3 seconds found him knocking again until there was no longer a pause between the rapping a of his knuckles against the oak wood. The door swung open quickly, startling Jisung slightly, and he was greeted to the sight of a very handsome and a very disgruntled young man.

Was this the witch? No surely not. Witches were old hags with warts on their faces, stringy grey hair and a hunched back, or so he had been told. This beautiful man couldn’t possibly be the witch.

“Um, hi?” Jisung wanted to facepalm because what kind of greeting was that?! He was such an idiot, letting a pretty face startled him so much. To be fair though, not even the most beautiful women in his village could make him as speechless as this guy had.

He received no response, just the male stepping aside and motioning for him to walk in. Jisung’s mind instantly screamed ‘it’s a trap!’ and his body refused to move, which seemed to further upset the already irked witch. “Well, are you going to come in or are you going to stand there all night and kill off the rest of my plants?” He snapped and Jisung told himself to swoon later and act now before he got on the witch’s bad side. But boy was his voice just a sweet melody.

Walking inside, he turned as the door was closed, eyes locked on the witch as he moved further inside and to a table, fingers running through the orange fur of a very fat cat. “What’s your name?”

“J-Ji-“ He cleared his throat quickly. “Jisung. Han Jisung.”

“Well, Han Jisung, how exactly did you get cursed?”

Straight to the point, perfect.

“Well, I don’t really know?” The tapered off question had the witch raising a brow before a huffed chuckle left his lips.

“Of course. I’m not surprised.” The witch scoffed. Leaving the cat’s side, he walked back towards Jisung, slowly circling him and Jisung found his head whipping around to keep his eyes on the male at all times. He didn’t need a surprise ambush and knocked out of anything.

“Must have been a nasty little creature to give you this curse?” He mused loudly and sighed. “Alright, I suppose I can help, for a price.”

“P-price?” Jisung fumbled quickly to check his pockets, pulling out what little coin he carried and held it out to the other. “This is all I have. Please, I need this curse gone.” He wasn’t above begging, and if he needed to start now, then he surely would.

Eyeing the money, the witch laughed and pushed the hand away with a shake of his head. “I don’t need nor want your money.”

“I don’t understand. I don’t have anything else to offer.”

The look that crossed the witch’s face had Jisung freezing in confusion. Intense with a hint of curiosity in those unwavering pools of dark brown. Whatever it was the witch was searching for, he must have found as he broke the gaze and turned his back to Jisung.

“This way.” He lead Jisung into a back room, larger than the rest. From the ceiling and walls hung a variety of different plants and herbs, some of which Jisung could recognize and other’s he couldn’t. In the middle of the room was a large cauldron, the fire already lit beneath it and it seemed to be filled with some sort of liquid already. He hoped it was just water.

Jisung watched with great curiosity as the witch gathered different herbs and started tossing them into the bubbling liquid. Each one turned the liquid a different color - green, then red, then yellow, and then pink. And the most foul smelling scent slowly filled the room, leaving Jisung gasping for breath and regretting his choice of coming here. Maybe he could live with the curse after all?

“Don’t worry, I’m a skilled cursebreaker. You’re going to be fine.” Jisung wasn’t too reassured by that as four more herbs were tossed into the pot, all of which he recognized.

“I thought all those herbs and things that you’re putting in that pot are poison.”

“They are.” The witches hummed noncommittally. “Breaks the curse though.”

Jisung swallowed thickly. “And kill me.” He whispered.

“I never said I was a healer.” Looking up from stirring the pot, the witch gave Jisung a once over before continuing. “Do you want the curse gone or not?”

“Yes.” He replied instantly. He wanted the curse gone, he just didn’t want to die in the process.

“Then trust me.” Grabbing a vial, the witch carefully poured the concoction into it, the liquid a beautiful purple and if not for the steam rising out of it and the still horribly offending smell, Jisung might have thought it was grape juice. As it was handed to him, Jisung carefully clutched it tightly and raised it to his lips before stopping.

“Can I at least know your name before I die?” He asked. The witch chuckled and shook his head at the comment.

“Minho.”

“Bottoms up, Minho.” Jisung threw his head back and down the potion, missing the way the witch’s eyes seemed to darken at statement. Despite smelling awful, it didn’t taste horrible. There was a hint of sweetness to it that made swallowing it down easier and once the vial was empty, he handed it back to Minho. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Minho hummed and placed the vial back onto a shelf. “The curse will be lifted in three days time.”

“It’s not instant?!? What kind of magic hoax is this?!” Jisung grumbled, angry that the curse wasn’t broken already.

“Magic doesn’t work like that.” Minho laughed. “Such a naive little boy.” He cooed in jest. “Now, run along back home and rest, let the potion do its job.”

“What about your payment?” Jisung asked.

“Oh don’t worry, Sunggie.” Jisung was taken aback by the nickname, though he couldn’t say he hated it. Especially not when it rolled so lovely out of Minho’s mouth. “I’ll come for my payment in three days. Now if you’ll be so kind and see yourself out, I need to clean up.”

Nodding dumbly, Jisung made a quick exit out of the room and out of the cabin. The happiness of being curse free was overridden by the curiosity of what Minho meant by coming to receive his payment. If he didn’t want money, then what else could he possibly want?

It was a question that plagued Jisung’s mind for his entire trip back home. And as dawn broke, he was no closer to figuring out the answer. In the end, all he could do was wait until he could see the beautiful witch once again.

#minsung #stray kids #lee minho #han jisung #jisung #minho #lee know #fantasy #magic #witch!minho #human!jisung #cursed!jisung #i love stray kids #minsung otp #writers #kpop #fanfic #stray kids fanfic

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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An Offer I Can't Refuse. Part 1a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @fairheads. Set during Series 5. What started as a joke takes a serious turn...

-x-

“Can’t stop thinking about that little boy though...”

“Yeah, what you parents go through hey?”

“Ah, you’ll find out one day...”

“Oh no I won’t!”

“Oh yes you will...”

“Oh no I won’t...”

“Making me an offer I can’t refuse!?”

-x-

It had been a silly offhand joke but for some reason it had stuck in her head ever since, even three weeks later.

Tonight was a rare night to herself. Her mum had offered to have Peter for the night so Duffy had decided to see if Charlie fancied a couple of drinks and a catch up down the pub. A rare treat for both of them these days, what with Duffy busy attempting to balance single motherhood with her responsibilities as Sister and Charlie always engaged in one fight or another with the suits upstairs.

Charlie was excited to spend some long overdue time with his best friend and arrived earlier than her. He pulled up a bar stool and ordered a pint, chatting to the bar man.

Duffy eventually arrived about half an hour later, looking a little flustered. Deep down she knew that Charlie wouldn't really care but it had been such a long time since she'd been out on a night out that she'd wanted to make an effort.

“Hey Duffy,” Charlie greeted her, pulling up another bar stool. He noticed that she seemed flushed and a little stressed out, but decided not to mention it.

"Is that mine?" She asked, indicating the wine on the bar.

“Of course,” Charlie smiled.

She picked it up and took a large gulp. "Ah!"

“How are things?” He asked tentatively.

"Fine." She replied dismissively.

“That good hey?” He could see right through her and she knew it.

Duffy rolled her eyes. "I'm just tired that's all." She shrugged, taking another sip of her drink as she sat down.

“You parents have a tough time with sleep hey!?” Charlie replied sympathetically.

"Especially when he doesn't seem to understand that night time equals sleep time."

Charlie grimaced, he couldn’t imagine having such interrupted sleep. “How is Peter?”

Duffy's face lit up. "He's great! He's really got a handle on crawling now. I don't think it'll be long before he's walking. Loves his food too."

Charlie smiled, he loved how animated Duffy became when talking about her son. “That’s great, is he talking much?” Charlie was oblivious to childhood milestones.

"He babbles a bit. I keep trying to get him to say mama but he's not quite there yet."

“That’s great! I’ll have to come and see if I can get him to say Charlie first..!” He laughed.

"You would too!" She giggled, nudging his arm.

“I so would!” He laughed again, she knew him well.

The conversation and drinks flowed easily until Duffy broached a topic that put Charlie ill at ease.

"So what happened with that pretty blonde you were seeing?" Duffy asked.

Charlie swallowed hard, he didn’t really want to go into it with Duffy but he knew that she probably wouldn’t let it go. “She called things off...” Charlie took another gulp of his beer.

"But you're such a great bloke, what was her problem?" By this point Duffy was getting a little tipsy.

“I ask myself that constantly... Every time I think I might have found someone, it just doesn’t work out.” Charlie looked down.

She squeezed his shoulder. "It will one day. Trust me, you'll look back years from now surrounded by the perfect wife and a bunch of lovely kids and wonder what you were worried about."

He smiled at her gratefully. “I’m not so sure all of that is going to happen for me Duffy. You know the wife and 2.4 children thing...” Charlie didn’t believe her at all.

"But you'd like it to?"

“Of course, there must be nothing better than having a little one of your own?”

"Despite the circumstances that led to me having him and the nights when he's such hard work he's hands down the best thing that's ever happened to me." Duffy grinned broadly.

“I can tell, you look so happy when you talk about him.” Charlie poked her affectionately. “I’m pleased for you Duffy.”

"I honestly do believe you'll be a dad one day."

“Oh really? Are you making me another offer?” He laughed dismissively.

"Would you take me up on it if I did?" She giggled.

“Hell yeah!” He laughed, still not really quite believing what she was asking.

"You're really that desperate to get your leg over?" She continued to giggle.

Charlie laughed back. “Not desperate, but you’re pretty hot, how could I resist!?”

"Thanks, I think..!" She giggled.

“Take it as a compliment,” He touched her arm, the beer clearly having a big effect.

"You understand I'm so not looking for a relationship right now though?"

“I know and us, well, that would be a bad idea right?”

"Totally bad idea!" She laughed.

“Another drink?” He pointed to her empty glass.

"You buying?" She smirked.

“Sure, another white wine?”

"I'm not gunna turn down a free drink!" She giggled.

“Well it’s my pleasure, always good to catch up with you Duffy.”

"Its nice to spend time outside of work talking to someone who doesn't just babble..." She giggled.

“Would you have any more children?” He pondered aloud.

"I don't want Peter to be an only child..." Duffy mused.

“Are you seeing anyone at the moment for there to be potential for that?”

Duffy snorted derisively. "Babies tend to put men off."

“You’ll meet someone Duffy and they’ll love you so much, it won’t matter at all.”

"Since when did you become the optimist out of the two of us?!"

Charlie laughed, “I know... Must be the beer!?”

"It'll be interesting to see if you still think this is a good idea when you're sober."

“What idea? What have I signed up to?”

"Me helping you become a dad."

Charlie looked taken aback. “Is that what we agreed?” He laughed nervously.

"You suddenly getting stage fright Fairhead?" She teased gently.

“Oh no, I just didn’t realise you were actually being serious!?”

"You'd be a great dad and I hate the idea of you missing out on that coz you can't get your act together when it comes to relationships."

“Wow you’re actually serious!? That must be strong wine Duffy!”

She snorted loudly.

“You’d really have a baby with me? How would that work?” Charlie asked.

"Well I don't know about you but I don't have the money lying around for a private clinic..." She shrugged.

“Okay, well me neither...”

"So that leaves the old fashioned way..." She giggled.

“Us having sex?” He asked in disbelief, it was secretly something he’d always fancied having a go at.

"Well yes..!" She giggled.

“Oh... Er... Okay, I mean... That sounds good? I mean...” Charlie stumbled over his words.

"Your enthusiasm is doing wonders for my ego!" She giggled, slurring her words slightly.

“Oh no, I think quite the opposite. I should just be quiet...” Charlie was also feeling quite tipsy and his words were not coming out right at all.

"Huh? You mean you do want to sleep with me?" She asked a little louder than she intended.

Charlie went bright red and didn’t reply.

Duffy broke into awkward giggles as she realised that half the people in the bar had turned around to stare at them.

Charlie could feel everyone’s eyes on him, so he just sank the rest of his pint.

Duffy necked her remaining wine and lent towards him. "Maybe we should take this elsewhere..?"

“I think that might be best,” Charlie replied and followed her out of the pub.

"Um... Mum's at mine with Peter..." She started hesitantly.

Charlie raised his eyebrows. “Did you want to come to mine then?”

"Yeh, sure."

Charlie spotted a cab waiting outside the pub, and motioned for Duffy to get in with him.

She slid across the seat and clipped her belt.

Inside the cab, Charlie told the driver his address and looked over at Duffy.

She smiled at him, not really sure what to say.

Charlie wasn’t really sure where the evening was going. As the taxi pulled up outside his house, he turned to Duffy. “Are you sure you want to come in? I mean, we can just have coffee?”

"We'd need to go inside to have coffee..." She giggled.

“You know what I mean,” Charlie laughed.

"Yes. So are you going to invite me in?"

Charlie was surprised by her confidence. “Sure, would you like to come in?”

"If you'd like me to." She smiled, giving him a wide eyed look.

Charlie nodded, taking his keys out from this pocket. He hadn’t anticipated anyone coming back with him and was mentally going through the state of his flat... Had he washed up? Were there dirty clothes all over the floor? His heart was racing.

"Not a big talker are you?" Duffy giggled.

“Can you just wait there for a moment?” He left Duffy at the door and ran around trying to quickly tidy his flat.

Duffy stood awkwardly at the door, her eyebrow raised. "I have been in your flat before Charlie!" She called after him.

“Not when it’s this messy you haven’t!” He shouted, throwing his laundry into a basket!

"Are you usually this house proud when you bring someone home from the pub?"

“Nope, just with you!” He yelled from the kitchen.

"Can I come in yet? It's fucking freezing out here!"

Charlie appeared, “Sorry. Welcome to my humble abode...” He laughed and welcomed her in.

"How kind!" She giggled, bobbing a curtsey, wobbling slightly.

“Coffee? Or wine?” He asked her as she settled herself on his sofa.

"Anymore wine and I'll end up totally squiffy..."

“Coffee then?” Charlie asked. “Or shall I just come and sit down?”

"Depends... What's your usual seduction technique?" She smirked.

“I’m not sure I have one, probably why it never ends well!” He laughed and went to sit down next to her.

"And he's me thinking you're quite the ladies man..!"

Charlie smirked, “I dont know what you’ve heard but it’s all wrong!”

"I am disappointed!" She pouted.

“Depends what you’ve heard I guess...” He winked.

"That you know what you're doing in the bedroom department." She smirked.

“I like to think I’m not bad... Very subjective though don’t you think?”

"I'll let you know in the morning!"

“Oh yeah.!?” Charlie laughed.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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distractedhistotech · 6 years

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Ghost +1

Sydney was in the back of the van. She preferred it back there since she could move around more. Plus it felt weird staring out the window since losing her eye. She guessed it was the loss of depth perception. She was still learning how to gauge distance.

“So, that was kind of lame. Why did they think that guy was a ghost anyway?” asked Sydney as she tried to contact juggle some balls they had and dropped them all over the place. “He didn’t even put a lot of effort into his costume.”

“They were really superstitious,” said Arthur. “Only a few steps from being a cult when you think about it. They decide that anything strange has to have a supernatural or spiritual cause. Don’t even think there’s a scientific explanation because why couldn’t it be something that proves they’re right.”

“Arthur, you’re starting to ramble,” interrupted Vivi.

Arthur blushed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. They were a bit…extreme,” admitted Vivi. “I can see why it would upset you.”

Mystery decided this was a good reason to lay his head on Arthur’s lap. Sydney then flung her arms around him. “Yeah! I thought they were creepy too!”

“Sydney! I’m driving!”

“Pretty sure they thought I was an idiot,” continued Sydney. “I mean that tone they used with me was just insulting! Just because I’m missing an eye doesn’t mean I’m an idiot! Lots of people are missing parts and are smart! I’m not a pirate!” Sydney paused. “Actually, there were some pretty intelligent pirates. I don’t know where I was going with that. I seem to come back to pirates a lot lately. I know why I do, but it’s getting kind of old. I need to find something else to obsess with when I get riled up.”

“You could go back to talking about comics,” suggested Vivi.

Sydney sighed. “Yeah, I miss that…Why do I have so much trouble bringing comics up nowadays? It used to be second nature, but now I have to focus to talk about them. Even though I still love comics. It doesn’t make sense. Is this part of growing up? Part of recovering from a traumatic event? Both? It feels like something’s wrong. But isn’t that normal now?” Sydney rested her forehead on the back of Arthur’s head, not noticing how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. “Do you ever feel like that?”

“Yes,” said Arthur. He’d felt like it since he woke up in a hospital missing an arm, missing a friend, missing memories, missing so much… “I don’t think it’s gonna go away.” Mystery let out a whine and licked one of Sydney’s hands.

Vivi looked between the two as the mood quickly started to darken. God, she just wanted her two friends to be happy like they used to be. She needed to find a way to change the subject and make them smile. “Why don’t we pick up a couple of pizzas or something and then watch a couple of hours of Star Trek or Star Wars or Captain America?”

Arthur caught on to what she was trying to do and smiled. “That would be nice. It’s been a while since we hung out.” He frowned. “That’s my fault.” He’d been busy looking for Lewis. He was trying not to ignore his remaining friends, but it was hard when he wanted to find the other one and mentioning him did…something to them.

“What the heck are you working on anyway?” asked Sydney. “You’re not usually this secretive. You’re not trying to make a mechanical eye again, are you?”

“No!...Not usually anyway,” admitted Arthur.

“I can see where he’s coming from,” said Vivi. “I don’t think we can buy another eye if something else goes wrong. We need an alternative method.”

Sydney shuddered. “Okay, point taken. Being blind sucked. I don’t know how someone can live with that for a lifetime. Especially if you’re born like that! Can you imagine never knowing colors? And I bet light doesn’t make a lot of sense either. And you can’t play videogames!”

“Can’t work on cars or fabricate parts,” continued Arthur.

“Probably can’t paint either,” mused Vivi. “Unless the various colors smelled different from one another.”

Sydney wrinkled her nose. “Is-Is that a thing? And I don’t mean synesthesia! Can blind people have synesthesia? Or deaf people? Or anyone missing one sense?”

“What if sounds are linked to smell instead?” suggested Arthur.

“Can that happen?”

“Dunno. Maybe.”

“Pigments are just a type of chemical compound, so it would make sense for them to have a scent,” said Vivi, keeping the conversation from veering off in a completely different direction for once.

“Depends on the chemical. Some don’t have a scent, or at least the scent is too faint for humans to pick up on,” explained Arthur.

“I dunno, I swear I was smelling more right before you fixed my eye,” argued Sydney.

“It’s not quite the same thing. When you lose a sense you pay more attention to the ones that are left, like reassigning roles. We get the most information from sight, so when someone loses their sense of sight they pay a lot more attention to little things that they didn’t even realize they were ignoring. Also, I think there’s some neuroplasticity involved. Your brain isn’t using the part that used to be for putting together what your eyes saw, so it starts using it for other things over time.” Arthur was silent for a moment. “Um. But you, uh, would know better than me, given, you know. Sorry, I got a little too into the science papers I’ve been reading.”

Sydney smiled and shrugged. “It’s fine. I think it’s pretty interesting, even if I don’t understand all of it.” She tapped her eyepatch. “Does losing an eye affect how much of my brain it uses?”

“Just one? I’m not sure. You are seeing less…”

“Can you still smell and hear more than you’re used to?” asked Vivi.

Sydney shrugged. “Dunno. I don’t think so. Was kind of distracted at the time. Plus, everything looked different when I could see again.”

Vivi huffed. “It is just so unfair. How is it that my abilities still haven’t manifested but my half of the eye lets you see spirits?”

“It is really strange,” agreed Sydney.

“Maybe it’s because your abilities are already active,” suggested Arthur. “And you do have some control over ‘em.”

Vivi hummed in thought. “That might be it. There are still so many unknowns…”

“Hey, I don’t care how as long as no one else has to go blind,” said Sydney. “Besides, I’m sure something will wake you up eventually.”

“Yeah, but what if I’m like 40 when it finally happens?” complained Vivi. “Heck, if I have kids by then, they might have gotten their power before me…”

Arthur winced. “Do you want kids?”

Vivi nodded. “Of course! One, maybe two. I just have to find the right guy,” she said, giving Arthur a significant glance.

Arthur missed said glance entirely as he was distracted by thoughts of what could have been. Sydney was blind on that side. The only one to notice was Mystery, who huffed. Why did life have to be so difficult for these kids? The last time he’d had charges this prone to trouble…

It hadn’t ended well. Mystery would rather not dwell on the depressing memories.

Vivi realized her hint had gone over their heads yet again and decided to just move on. “Do you guys want kids?”

“I want one! So there can be a Sydney Scoville III!” proclaimed Sydney. “But just one. Don’t think I could handle more than that.”

Arthur was silent. Lewis wanted kids. He’d be an amazing father with how well he handled his sisters. “I dunno if I want children. I don’t want to pass on any of my issues.”

Vivi and Sydney both frowned at Arthur’s reasoning. “Most of your issues are due to your early upbringing,” pointed out Vivi. “You wouldn’t make those same choices and mistakes. That would prevent most of those issues from happening.”

“They could still pick up the behavior from me,” argued Arthur. “There’s only so much that I can change.”

“I don’t think you need to change,” said Sydney. “I mean, yeah, you’ve got anxiety issues, but lots of people do. You’re also smart and nice and help people and have cool hair and stro-”

“What if I attract something dangerous?” interrupted Arthur.

“Then I’ll just keep living nearby,” reasoned Sydney. She’d live with him if he asked. “I mean, I don’t see why I would leave Tempo.”

“Me either. Tempo is our home,” agreed Vivi. She placed a hand on Arthur’s flesh and blood hand. “We’re stuck with each other. For life.”

Arthur felt himself cheer up a bit at that. He gave Vivi a smile and tried to give Sydney one as best he could. Maybe he was being selfish, but he wanted to stay close to his friends.

And then the dashboard started to spark. Arthur’s eyes widened. “What?! No, no, no…” He stomped on the gas several times but failed to pick up speed.

Vivi frowned. “Is something wrong with the van?”

“There shouldn’t be! I just performed maintenance on it!”

Sydney raised an eyebrow. “Am I the only one who thinks the purple sparks were weird?”

Arthur blinked. “Purple?”

Sydney nodded. “Yeah, I was staring right at the dashboard.” The high beam light looked like a jellyfish. “Definitely purple.”

“That is not a thing that should happen!” shouted Arthur.

Vivi nodded. “Electricity’s supposed to just be white, which suggests this isn’t normal.” The van came to a stop right in front of…Vivi blinked several times. “A dancing mansion?”

Okay, it wasn’t actually dancing. However, it was sort of pulsing/bopping to a beat that one could fell in their bones. It was noticeably run down and purple and had eerie lights in the windows.

“There’s no way that’s not haunted,” deadpanned Sydney.

“Erm…” Arthur tried turning over the car again. “We don’t, have to investigate, do we?”

Vivi thought of what happened last time they’d jumped into an investigation without any preparation.

Blood. Hospitals. Loss. Guilt.

“If you can get the van started, we’re leaving,” said Vivi. “Sydney, you’re not wearing your suppressor?”

Sydney shook her head. “Still practicing controlling it on my own.”

“Good. Don’t reign it in.”

Mystery just stared at the mansion. He recognized its aura. He could barely believe it.

When did Lewis come back and what did he have planned?

Lewis was planning to exact his revenge. The plan had been simple: Create a mansion on a road that they often traveled along near Tempo (He couldn’t get into Tempo, but that could be because of some of the wards Vivi had tried setting up.), lure the Mystery Skulls (especially Arthur) into the mansion, separate them, bring Arthur to his location, kill Arthur, and reunite with the girls and Mystery, with possible minor changes as were needed. He was also open to making Arthur confess what happened to the girls (They must not have seen what happened to just go along with him.) before killing him.

The plan started to unravel as soon as the van came to a stop in front of his mansion. Part of that was because instead of rushing into the mansion on the heels of Vivi like he was expecting, they stayed in the van. And stayed. A lot longer than he recalled them ever doing so when he was alive.

Part of it was indirectly Sydney’s fault. He’d known that her aura was potent against malevolent spirits and the like, but he hadn’t really appreciated it until he felt it pressing down on him. From all the way outside. He found himself rubbing his temples. Ow. No wonder the nastier spirits went out of their way to avoid her. He was actually leaking some energy. He could last for some time as long as he was careful, but theoretically, they could just stay in the van until he was too drained to keep them here. If they tried that, he’d have to go out and confront them. Not something he wanted to do, but if it became necessary…

Lewis wondered why he was being affected in the first place. He wasn’t evil…Well, okay, he did want to kill Arthur. That was justified, but maybe it was gray enough for Sydney’s ability to categorize him as malevolent. If that was the case, then it would probably stop after he killed Arthur and no longer had any desire to hurt someone.

Lewis was dragged from his musings as several figures started exiting the van. Finally! Lewis quickly started setting up the finishing touches of his plan.

It was time to end this.

Arthur had to admit defeat. “I’ll need to look under the hood, and I don’t want to do that in front of a haunted mansion.” He sighed. “I don’t wanna go inside either.”

Sydney had been staring at the mansion the whole time. She could see the music. And anger. This eye was so weird. “I think you’d be okay. Pretty sure my aura will reach that far.”

Mystery could confirm that her aura did extend that far and would retain enough potency to be effective. Not that he could tell them, but it was certainly a weight off his shoulders.

Vivi started handing out various items for protection and fighting. “It’s a tough choice. Stay out here alone but relatively safe or go inside with us to stay close to Sydney and me.”

Arthur groaned. If he was less worried about the girls’ safety he would stay outside, but he couldn’t help but worry that if he let them go inside that he would never see them again. It had happened before. Even if he couldn’t do anything to protect them, he could draw fire away from them.

“I think I’ll go with you guys,” Arthur decided.

Sydney and Vivi studied him for a moment before Sydney suddenly bit her thumb and smeared some blood in the center of his forehead. “Just in case.”

Arthur instinctively looked up with crossed eyes for a moment. “Uh. Okay. I guess that’ll work.”

“It should. There is power in blood,” said Vivi as she gave him some holy water and slipped a beaded necklace over his head and under his shirt. “We can try practicing making protective symbols with it too.”

Sydney chuckled. “Like an anime.” She nodded. “Anything that you think will help.”

Arthur fought down the urge to wipe at the blood on his forehead. “Can I just say that I don’t like having other people’s blood on me?” It brought back bad memories.

Sydney winced. “Oh. Sorry. Should’ve asked first, shouldn’t I?”

Arthur took a deep breath. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. You said it might help so it’s something to try.” The blood itched on his forehead. “But I am totally scrubbing it off when we get out of here.”

Vivi nodded. “Sounds like a decent enough compromise.” She handed an ofuda to Sydney. Sydney smeared some more blood on the back of it. “I don’t want either of you getting hurt again. You’re just starting to get back to where you were before.”

That made both of them wince. The last few months of learning to live with new handicaps had been difficult and frustrating in several ways. They didn’t want a repeat with themselves or Vivi or Mystery.

All four of them silently vowed to protect the others.

The walk up to the mansion’s front door took just a few seconds. Vivi knocked on the doors (She was concerned that the inhabitants would be excited by Arthur knocking and see Sydney knocking as a declaration of war.), which creaked open ominously. The inched in, the doors slamming shut behind them.

The darkness didn’t last long enough for them to pull out flashlights. Several purple wisps of fire floated by and lit candles lined along the walls and set on a chandelier.

Vivi absently noted that the layout kind of reminded her of the Spencer mansion, except a lot more purple.

“Sydney, stop humming.”

“Oops. Didn’t notice-”

Several purple ghosts suddenly popped up. “Who-o-o-o-oa!”

Most of the group immediately tensed up. Vivi didn’t immediately though. “Cute!”

They really were adorable…until more popped up behind them. “This time I might just disa-Who-o-o-o-who-o-o-oa!” They suddenly got pointy toothed with claws. “Oh yeah!”

Nope. They took off running down the hallway through break in the ghosts.

“This time I might just disappear!”

A suit of armor suddenly lunged towards them and swung an ax. Sydney and Vivi dove under the ax. Arthur vaulted over it. Mystery barely dodged it, having to use his kitsune magic to retract his head into his body.

“Gah!”

“Mystery!”

“)%$*&$^#$(%^)*%(&%*&$&!”

Mystery popped his head back out before any uncomfortable questions could be asked.

“Who-o-o-o-who-o-o-oa…”

They abruptly realized that the paintings lining the hall were moving. They suddenly leapt out. “Oh yeah!”

The Mystery Skulls leapt into each other’s arms. Thankfully, the portrait spirits pulled back into the paintings. “Who-o-o-o-oa…” And then the lady painting reached out and pulled a rope next to her painting.

A trapdoor opened under them. They fell down screaming, and things became bizarre, even by their standards. They weren’t falling as quickly as they should be. It was more like they were floating. Not to mention there were several random items in the space with them. A few hours later, they would comment on how it was oddly reminiscent of Alice in Wonderland.

They floated past several mirrors. Vivi was a bit confused by the fact that her reflection had completely purple eyes. From what Mystery could see in his cracked mirror they could see past glamours. Arthur was facing away from the mirrors so he didn’t see that they failed to reflect his prosthetic. Sydney did faintly notice this but was a bit distracted by how her reflection showed her right after her injury with her remaining eye leaking various colors from it.

Then Arthur’s fall suddenly sped up. Vivi and Sydney made to grab him, but just missed him. Then they noticed Sydney was falling even slower and tried to grab each other, but it was too late again.

Sydney let out an ‘oof’ and shot to her feet as she landed. “I’m armed!” she shouted, brandishing the ofuda. She turned around. There were a bunch of boxes, a dusty bed with no covers, and… a mannequin in a wedding dress and holding an ax? Sydney thought she was in the basement until she noticed some windows that she ran over to. She felt her brain short circuit. “How the *&^*) do you fall down into the attic?!”

Vivi and Mystery had landed in a kitchen where a pair of dagwood sandwiches were laid out on the center counter. The two stared at them for several moments but managed to pull themselves away. “Right. Separated…We should look for Arthur first. Sydney can take care of herself in this sort of situation.” Her stomach growled. Mystery’s growled even louder. “…I wonder if it would be safe to grab a few pieces.”

Arthur landed on his ass in what was probably the basement. He absentmindedly glanced upward in confusion (How did that work? Ghost logic was so weird.) before zeroing in on a large coffin with a skull and thorny vine design on the top of the lid. It was beating like the rest of the house.

Not good.

The coffin slowly opened, revealing a jawless skull floating above a large body in a nice suit.

Lewis narrowed his eye sockets as he floated out and slammed his feet in front of Arthur. He glared at his murderer, full of hate and anger.

Arthur stared in fear, unable to recognize his dead friend. All he saw was a scary, probably powerful, likely dangerous ghost that had separated him from his friends.

Lewis broke the silence by pointing a finger at Arthur. “Fuck, it’s you I hate the most.”

Arthur gulped and pointed at himself. “Buh-buh-Why?”

It was a reasonable question from Arthur’s point of view. Lewis…it did occur to him that he wasn’t as recognizable without his face. He lit the braziers and let his hair form. “Does this answer your question?!”

No, it didn’t, but Arthur decided he wasn’t going to explain that this was a case of mistaken identity to a ghost that probably wasn’t going to listen. He threw the vial of holy water, turned on his heel, and ran.

Lewis did recoil a bit at the holy water. He was a fire ghost. Water stung even if it wasn’t holy. Then he threw it off, decided this was proof of Arthur’s guilt, and gave chase.

Arthur was in good shape (He didn’t understand how he was still so healthy when he’d been hospitalized and locked in his workroom so much for the last few months.) and used to running from scary things. He glanced behind him and saw the ghost practically flying towards him. No more glancing back. He put on a burst of speed.

Oh, hey, Vivi and Mystery. “Angry ghost! Run!”

Vivi and Mystery looked away from the sandwiches they were still debating eating. They looked in the direction Arthur came from, threw the sandwiches at the angry ghost, and ran after Arthur. Lewis didn’t bother trying to avoid the sandwich contents and flew right through them.

“We need to find Sydney!” shouted Vivi.

“Where is she?!” shouted Arthur.

“I don’t know!”

Mystery could feel that Sydney had ended up in the attic and was managing to work her way down. He pulled ahead and ran up some stairs, Arthur and Vivi close behind him. They ran through a bunch of doors and rooms.

Sydney heard the racket and threw open the door of the room she’d wandered into. “Angry Elvis ghost!”

That threw Lewis for a loop. “Elvis? Are you kid-” He saw the eyepatch. “What happened to your-”

Sydney threw an ofuda at him. Lewis yelped and pulled it off. That hurt!

“You stay away from Arthur!” demanded Sydney.

That hurt almost as much as the ofuda. “You don’t get it. He-”

Vivi darted back and grabbed Sydney. “What’re you waiting for?!” She then dragged Sydney off.

Okay, Vivi and Sydney didn’t know about his murder. Somehow. Maybe it was post traumatic amnesia or something. Clearly, this needed to be remedied. Also, why was Sydney wearing an eyepatch? She wasn’t wearing an eyepatch for the heck of it. There’d been scars peeking out. He gave chase, now equally intent on telling Vivi and Sydney what happened along with killing Arthur.

He threw fire to keep Arthur from moving down a hallway. Arthur turned and stared at him fearfully. Lewis felt his desire for vengeance clawing up his heart.

And then Vivi and Sydney put themselves between them, Vivi with her arms outstretched as if to shield Arthur as much as possible, Sydney with her hands up as if she was prepared to fight him.

This was wrong. Vivi and Sydney were supposed to be on his side. He wasn’t the enemy! He just needed…Maybe…Yes. That would work. He willed his anchor towards them.

They just needed to see the proof of who he was, that they knew him.

The flames died down. Arthur was certain he knew the way to the front door from this spot. He grabbed Vivi and Sydney and booked it.

Vivi and Sydney glanced back once.

Mystery made sure to take up the rear.

Lewis stared in disbelief and heartbreak as his murderer and the love(s?) of his life and (more than) best friend.

And his anchor fell and broke.

And Lewis switched to frustration and anger and despair and why did this happen to him?! Why why why?!

He screamed, pouring his everything into it as his fire erupted around him.

The living Mystery Skulls barely made it through the doors in time to avoid being burned alive. Mystery might have had something to do with it. They rushed to the van. “Go go go!”

Arthur revved the van. It started. “I’m going!”

They peeled out of there.

None of them saw the figure watching them from one of the high windows. Lewis watched as the van drove away. He pressed down on his cracked anchor and looked at the picture inside.

It was from shortly after he and Vivi started dating. He had an arm around Vivi, who was hugging him. Sydney had an arm thrown over his shoulder while he used his free arm to support her. No Arthur. The three of them were smiling and happy and whole and alive.

They could never go back to that.

Lewis barely noticed the tear running down his face as he finally passed out and returned to his anchor, the house fading around him.

#MSA + 1 #msa+1 #Mystery #Vivi #Arthur #Lewis #Ghost #mystery skulls #extra member #au #grrlpowercomic au #What am I getting into?

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ssamie · 3 years

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two. sea of strangers

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist. “snow” masterlist.

"its really hitting me now!" reki exclaimed as he dramatically draped his arms around her frame "you're really leaving?!" he exclaimed as he eyed her countless luggage with distaste.

"yes reki.. im sorry" she said as she held him tightly by the waist, keeping him upright as he slouches against her torso

"man, you're really embarrassing" miya muttered out with a sniffle as he attempted to poke fun at reki. "crying and all.." he muttered as, he too, tried to contain his tears.

"you're one to talk! you're gonna go all red if you hold your tears in!" reki exclaimed as he ruffled miya's hair through his hoodie

miya grumbled but finally succumbed and fully latched himself onto her back, clinging desperately as he hides his face into her hair "if you leave you're gonna be demoted from heroine to slime" he meekly threatened as he weakly punches her shoulder

"hm, then we won't be on the same level anymore.." she muttered back as she placed her hand on his head to comfort him

"exactly.. so you shouldn't leave." miya huffed out

"sorry miya.. but i have to" she frowned and met eyes with her mom, who simply gave her a reassuring smile in return.

"there's really nothing we can do but hope for a safe trip" cherry chimed in as he plucked miya and reki off of her "it will be quite a loss but, she won't be gone forever" he said.

"yeah, but behave out there, rookie" joe mused as he slung his muscular arm around her, making her stagger a bit "dont want ya getting into accidents and shit" joe laughed as he ruffled her hair with a soft smile

"yeah, we'll visit you after you've settled" shadow said as he jogged over to them, just having finished helping nanako carry her bags

"hey.." he whispered to joe as he nodded towards reki. joe immediately understood and pushed her towards the redhead. "well go on then, have one last hug with your dearest best friend" joe mused "maybe a kiss as well"

y/n huffed as she covered her warm cheeks and sheepishly walked towards reki. "um.." she mumbled out, suddenly finding the words get caught up in her throat. "the plane boards in five minutes.." she said

"i know" reki replied with a sad smile. "what should we do for those remaining minutes? i really don't know anymore" he chuckled

"um.. what about.." she trailed off as her hands hesitantly met his. "..this?"

reki blinked and immediately followed along. a smile slowly crept up on his lips as they do their signature handshake. she gulped as the heat on her face worsened by the second. by the time their hands would meet to make an infinity sign, she was fully ready to drop it and leave.

though unexpectedly, reki pulled her to his chest and squeezed her tight, holding her by her waist with one arm, while the other reaches out to caress her hair.

"bye, y/n." reki whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ears, making her already flustered state worsen.

"i'll make sure to see you again. don't find a new partner while you're gone, alright?" he whispered

though his tone was laced with slight doubt and desperation. she held her hand over her beating chest and nodded.

"i'll never find someone like you, reki." she said with a tone of sincerity. "let alone someone better." she whispered with a love filled smile.

reki smiled back and fully engulfed her in a bear hug, swaying their bodies back and forth as he dug his face into her neck

she gulped and slyly covered her cheeks with her hands. she was most certainly in the verge of overheating from too much joy that had her heart pounding and her palms sweating.

"oi, oi! don't leave us out!" joe chimed in with a laugh as he slung his arms around them both. "yeah, stop hogging her you slime!" miya hissed at reki as he greedily wrapped his arms around her waist

"hey, i'm the best friend! you're the slime in the situation!" reki hissed back

soon enough, y/n was getting suffocated under five men who thought it was a great idea to stack themselves on top of her. "can't.. breathe.." she squeaked out as she tried to gasp for air

nanako watched their exchange with a smile of amusement. though they had to move along as to not miss the flight. "y/n, its time to go" nanako said with a smile as she grabbed her daughters hand. she waved at the boys one last time and walked away, with y/n beside her.

"BYE Y/N, REMEBER OUR PROMISE!"

"BYE REKI! I WILL!"

"stop screaming at the airport!" cherry smacked reki's head with a scolding glare

"ouch! sorry, geez!"

"ah, the air here in miyagi is very different, huh?" nanako hummed as she looked around the empty streets surrounded by trees and bushes

"i guess so." y/n replied with a nod as she walked past her mother and entered the empty home.

the huge truck filled with their furniture and belongings was parked by their new home, with the men carrying them inside. nanako frowned and followed her inside. y/n simply walked quietly to her new room which was situated upstairs.

as she arrived, she scanned the room, eyeing the bed on the corner and an empty closet on the other side. "hm." she hummed as she further inspected the place

nanako watched in anticipation as dread and nervousness filled her nerves. "d-do you like it, sweetie?" she asked, her voice lightly shaking.

"its okay." y/n replied as she dropped her bags on the floor.

nanako sighed in relief and patted her on the back. "the movers are gonna help me fix this place up, so why don't you look around the neighbourhood for a bit?" she suggested

"i might get lost" y/n said. nanako shook her head and handed her her skateboard "no you won't, it's a pretty small town!" she said "and if you do get lost, just call me or ask around, okay?" nanako mused as she urged the girl downstairs and out the door

"but mom-" y/n couldn't finish, seeing as nanako had slammed the door and was waving her goodbye through the windows

"bye~ have fun~" nanako mused as she waved

y/n looked back at her with a deadpanned expression and sighed. she got on her board and skated along the smooth concrete, looking past the fairly big houses and few cars driving by.

"hey hey iwa-chan~ i came to pick you up for practice like the good best friend that i am!" a distant voice cooed out

"shut up shittykawa, it's seven am. you're giving me a headache." another voice, this time more gruff and annoyed, said.

y/n hummed in curiosity and looked ahead of her. they were quite far, but their loud arguing could be heard a block away, so she didn't have that much trouble. "a ball?" she muttered to herself as she looked at the ball tucked in between the brunette's arms

"weird.." she mumbled before speeding up, not wanting them to see or interact with her in the slightest.

"hm? are there new neighbours?" the brunette asked. "obviously dumbass. they moved in just a while ago i think." the other replied

"ooh~ i wonder if there's a cute girl that-" oikawa cut himself off as he felt a gush of wind fly past him

he curiosly turned around, but was only met with a quick dash of something blue. "what is it?" iwaizumi asked him, confused as to why his friend suddenly stopped in his tracks for apparently no reason at all.

"did you see that, iwa-chan?" oikawa asked him as he pointed to the next block, trying to show him the person, but all that was visible was them turning the corner and disappearing from their sight.

"there's nothing there." iwaizumi said with an unamused glare "are you messing with me, shittykawa? it's so early in the morning please give me a break" he sighed

"no i'm serious! there was someone there! i saw something blue!" oikawa defended with a shriek

"shut up.." iwaizumi grumbled in exasperation

suddenly, oikawa gasped and excitedly hit his arm. "do you think it could be aliens?" he whispered with narrowed eyes, while iwaizumi simply stared back at him in distaste.

"shut up!"

"school already?" she asked with a look of dread as she listened to her mother talk about her schedule as they sit on the dining table.

"but its hard to make friends.." y/n grumbled out with a grunt

"yes, sweetie! we have to get you settled in as soon as possible so you'll be more comfortable" nanako explained "plus you can make friends with kids there so you won't be alone all the time, don't you want that?" she asked

"you and reki became friends pretty quickly, didn't you?" nanako mused "so i'm sure you'll be fine!"

"reki.." she mumbled out as she stared down at her food with a sad frown, a gloomy aura suddenly surrounding her as she silently sulks.

"ah crap, maybe i shouldn't have mentioned him" nanako muttered to herself, starting to sweat bullets as she tried to rack her brain for what to do. "a-ahm well!" nanako cleared her throat and shot y/n a shaky grin. "you're a very pretty girl! im sure people will be the first ones to approach you!" she said

"so you won't really have to do any of the work" nanako reassured her "they're normally very interested in transferees especially since you're foreign."

"okay then.." she muttered out, though she was still unsure. "im gonna clean up now" she said as she stood up from her seat and made her way to the bathroom

"sure, but wake up early tomorrow okay? i'll help you get ready!" nanako called out, only to receive a faint 'okay!' in response.

once she heard the bathroom door close and the water start running, she let out a huge breath of relief and slouched back on her chair. "AGH! i accidentally made her sad!" nanako exclaimed as she pulled don her hair in distress

"should i call reki? her friends? what do i do?!" she shrieked out. she then looked over to the photo of her husband and sulked

"help me oliver!!"

"okay, hasegawa y/n-san, you're in third year class 6" the assistant told her with a kind smile "its on the third floor and the room by the stairway. it should be easy enough to find." he said "unless you want me to guide you?"

"no, i think im okay." she declined with a quick bow "thank you though."

"come in!" a voice called out from inside

she kept her face straight and as she followed the directions, up until she reached the classroom she was assigned. "3-6" she read the sign. she then knocked on the door and waited patiently for the teacher to let her enter.

she followed and slid the door open, closing it behind her and walking to the front of the class, all while keeping her eyes trained on the floor.

"is she american?" "dang, she's pretty!" "i hope she sits with me.." "what's with her hair?" "as long as she doesn't steal oikawa-senpai, im fine with her"

she could hear all of their murmurs, though she simply chose to ignore it, not wanting to interact with them as much as possible. she gripped the strap of her bag and raised her head to face them, keeping the monotonous expression as she side eyed the teacher for permission to speak.

he then nodded and urged her to go. "mind telling us about yourself?" he asked

"my name is hasegawa y/n." she said, keeping her eyes straight ahead and briefly scanning a few students

oikawa and iwaizumi looked up and watched her in curiosity. they were seated at the very back, watching her every move. iwaizumi wasn't super interested, only a bit curious about their foreign transferee. although oikawa is overflowing with both interest and curiosity. not only was he happy to have a cute girl as a new classmate, but he was quite sure he had seen her from somewhere before.

"..." the class was silent as they waited for her to say more, though was only met with nothing.

"that's it?" the teacher asked, slyly urging her to say more

y/n looked over to him and back at the class. "i came from canada and moved to okinawa to here.." she said

"... anything else?" the teacher swetadropped. she then furrowed her brows and asked, "why? is it bad?"

"no, you're good." the teacher responded as he waved his hand dismissively.

oikawa chuckled in amusement, making iwaizumi look over to him with a raised brow. "what?" iwaizumi asked

"nothing, she's just funny" oikawa replied with a grin

"alright, you can sit in between rika and iwaizumi, seeing as it's the only vacant seat left." the teacher said

y/n nodded and scanned the room, looking for the people he had mentioned. she merely blinked as a girl with long black hair, which she assumed was rika, excitedly waved at her.

"hasegawa-chan! come sit with me!" rika exclaimed with a smile. y/n followed and squeezed through the rays of desks, sighing once she sat down on her assigned desk.

"..." she gulped and nervously pulled out a book and turned her head down, feeling multiple eyes bore through her.

but by far, the most eerie and intense stare she had received was from rika, who was not so discreetly peering at her over her book, watching with sparkling eyes as she stared.

"hi-" y/n couldn't even finish her sentence as rika excitedly perked up and shook her hands. "hi! I'm orimoto rika! you can call me rika though" she whisper shouted with a grin

y/n blinked in surprise and gave her a wobbly grin, "hi, rika-san.." she muttered "um, you can call me y/n if you want.."

"okay, y/n-chan!" she replied with a gleeful grin "hey, wanna join me for lunch later? it must suck to eat lunch without anyone. you can join me and-"

the teacher abruptly cleared his throat and shot rika a pointed look. "orimoto-san, i know you're excited but please save the talking for later" he said. "right! sorry sensei!" rika laughed sheepishly as she retreated back to her desk

y/n side eyed her one last time before looking back down at her desk, bringing out a pencil and messily sketching on the paper

"hey" the boy beside her whispered

she glanced at him and blinked in confusion. "im iwaizumi, nice to meet you." he said with a curt nod of acknowledgement

she didn't immediately respond but quietly inspected him "nice to meet you.. iwaizumi-san" she said. she smiled to herself as iwaizumi nodded once again and simply went back to minding his business.

iwaizumi was chill. nice.

she had mentally agreed with herself that she did in fact like iwaizumi. he was very different from reki's overall 'vibe' but it was comforting in a way.

now.. the boy beside him.. she still wasn't sure if she should just ignore his overwhelming presence or give him a fake smile to satisfy him.

"yahoo~ y/n-chan~" oikawa cooed with a flirty wave "hey~ im oikawa tooru" he introduced with a smile as he leaned over iwaizumi's desk to get closer to her and wave once again

"..." she side eyed him and quietly nodded, opting not to respond as she slouched down to hide her face behind the book she was doodling on

beside her rika spluttered and watched with wide eyes as the girl blatantly ignored the oikawa tooru, himself. it seems not only rika had seen the interaction, or the lack of it, more so.

the girls near her either gasped in genuine surprise or sighed in relief, having found that the new girl was in fact not a threat.

iwaizumi, however, was simply snickering and trying to contain his laughter as oikawa stares blankly at her with his face as pale as a ghost.

it seems everyone was enjoying themselves. she sighed and simply rested her head on her desk, wanting nothing more than for class to be over.

"hey, eat with me later, okay y/n-chan?" rika said with a smile

y/n looked up at her and simply nodded, blowing the stray strands of hair away from her face as she stares at the ticking clock on their wall. "i wonder what reki's doing.." she mumbled to herself

she sighed and sat up straight, keeping her eyes on the teacher who was mindlessly continuing his lecture.

under her breath she mumbled,

"i wanna go home."

i added a random 'oc' but i used rika from jjk's name lol. there's gonna be two more i think, but they're not that important lol, just some filler characters ig

sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes :<

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oh and also one i keep meaning to send out! do you remember like... the moments when you decided you wanted to rp the characters on your roster? or the moments where they really started to interest you? what was it about them that influenced that decision?

oh wow this is a good one

winter... i think he was the first wof character i’d heard about, since i saw an amv or map about him around when winter turning came out? i was intrigued. and then when i was thinking of joining denny i needed a character, and i was reading through wof, and just. i wish i could remember what scene it was, but it was some part of his introspection in winter turning i was just like “there he is. my boy” and there we go. plus he had castmates, and you and fate responded well to the idea, so. i could tell he’d be a good rp character

maria came before maive, right? right. i think youd said something once about how someone should rp her, and that got me thinking. im pretty sure its on film during the memestream where i went “....i could rp maria” and it kind of dawned on me. it was a nice way to explore her character more and just do silent hill stuff!

maive then, i knew i wanted to app an oc and probably a sparklewolf but i wasn’t sure who or when. but maive had some art, due to a couple previous incarnations, and she was a character i had remade many times for many different aus but never really settled on a final version.... so i took the best bits of her arc, went with a younger version. i think i made an offhand joke about her and someone seemed interested so i decided to give it a shot. honestly i don’t remember a lot of like,my decision to yolo maive or anything. or did i wait to try her until i apped her? i did that a lot early on

who was next, um, mothwhisper? yeah. the clans were starting to get going a bit more and i knew i wanted at least one clan cat. i hadn’t decided on a canon so i wanted to try an oc. originally i was gonna do hawkclaw, but... people mentioned some medicine cats, and i realized that might be fun. so i took mothpaw, who was only a vague concept in hawkclaw’s story, fleshed her out a bit, and apped her real quick!

now back to canons. ivypool.... i went back to re-read OOTS for some reason, or maybe read it the first time, and i just really fell in love with ivypool. even early on -- im a sucker for characters who are self-conscious and insecure and have sibling issues. then she becomes really cool and by the end is helping lead the battle really... i think someone else briefly apped ivypool, and thats kind of when i knew i wanted to rp her. it wasnt until later when whoever that was kinda vanished that i did

nyssa i first saw in your wanted list for arrowverse and was immediately intruiged, i think because you sold her as “a tragic lesbian love story with a shitty family” and hey, im here for that. actually she might’ve been why i watched arrow at all? and by s2 i was really hooked and her episode came on and i was like “yeah”. it was just inevitable. also i remember distinctly like, at that time i felt my roster was a bit too similar in age and tropes, with a lot of young damaged characters... so nyssa, who was older and very composed was a very nice contrast to that.

laurel, on the other hand. i knew vaguely of her existence for a while and i was a bit curious, because i did like laurel a lot, but i was like “i wont like her as much as nyssa”. and then she showed up. i think? i must have watched her arrow appearance first, but i don’t remember.... anyway just the like, dramatic asshole villain tinged with some underlying tragedy just got me hook line and sinker. what can i say, i love characters with identity issues and doppelgangers.

margot i was curious about because, well, i heard about the ship, and you’d mentioned her in characters i might like, but i didn’t want to get TOO ahead of myself. and then she showed up and immediately something about that really barely restrained anger and resignation won me over. i told myself to reserve judgement until id watched more but really, in my heart, i knew i was gonna try her out from that first episode. and then i yolo’d her on an impulse with you and tony and she really came easily to me and you two seemed to like her, so... she managed to finally quiet down my laurel muse, which was starting to burn out at both ends, so that was nice

and ill include violetpaw even though shes not claimed yet. i picked up AVOS for needletail, actually, thinking that id like her from what i heard. but i liked violetpaw instead? so much of her arc is about feeling left out an abandoned and then getting caught up in all these horrible machinations of darktail. one thing that always really got me was like, how DARKTAIL feels a kinship with violetpaw because he sees them both as abandoned and unwanted by their blood kin. anyway i think i fell in love with her in this one scene, where violetpaw and twigpaw run into each other and twigpaw...i dont remember the full context enough to explain but twigpaw talks about something and violetpaw doesn’t really react and twigpaw goes “oh violetpaw, when did you stop expecting to be loved?”. idk that just really hit me. anyway i was catching up with the last book in AVOS and remembered how much i loved violetshine’s earlier stuff and the thought just struck me that she’d be a cat who might not join a clan? and that’d be fun and different to rp? so yes

#denny is a cursed place #thanks meeks!!#this was a fun question....#rorykillmore

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erosjeon · 7 years

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Kalopsia

Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is. You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.

Fuck.

You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.

What?

“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”

What?

“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.

A/N: Part 2 is out now

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