#and people are pointing at him asking why he can't form a punch.

[mediumsizedpidegon]

I feel like naruto doesn't get into the fact that naruto had literally no one give a shit about him until like. iruka-sensei? And sure, he was in an orphanage but then we learn that he's had the APARTMENT HE LIVES ALONE IN AS A TWELVE YEAR OLD CHILD THAT THE ENTIRE VILLAGE DESPISES since he was 4 or 5 i think (i will not check this. the timeline of naruto is dumb and makes me cry). and even in orphanage it isn't like the staff there were treating him right. why else would be given his own apartment by the hokage when he's four? i know they let sasuke stay in the house of his dead family and let itty bitty kakashi live alone after his father died but they are The Last Loyal Uchiha and a prodigy respectively. the rules are different compared to naruto himself, i believe.

Like, yeah– Naruto is loud and brash because he wants attention– and never has it unless he provokes others– and almost certainly neurodivergent (I think he has ADHD and depression). He doesn't know any of the theory behind being a shinobi, doesn't even know what chakra is. But Naruto has been criminally neglected, socially isolated and if not physically abused by some people in the village then certainly threatened with it often at the least. I'm more on the side that says that the ANBU can't stop everything and that by ditching them all the time Naruto actually ends up in more Very Bad situations but that aside:

I genuinely believe that Naruto would not know how to read when canon started. I think he doesn't how to use a washing machine (he washes his clothes in the Naka river because no laudromats will accept him). I think he holds his chopsticks wrong. I think he has half-picked up ANBU handsigns and how to mimic other people's voices to an eerie degree but he doesn't know a single thing about nutrition besides what can be obviously observed and tested (ie, if I don't eat something green at least once a week my body will Not Like It). I think he doesn't know ANYTHING about medical care except "if it's popped out, shove it back in the socket," or "wrap it in cloth scraps."

He's can be so quiet and stealthy that the ANBU lose sight and sound of him but he doesn't think unconditional love exists. Or at least, not for him.

I desperately want to see more of a Naruto that is brash and loud and loving and hopeful, yes, but also, once you peel back some layers, extremely eerie. Naruto is an orphan that raised himself in a village that would leave him dead in a ditch at the first opportunity: he is a child that raised himself in enemy territory. He is a child seen as a beast to the ordinary and a weapon to the higher ups. and do you know what people do to beasts and weapons that are unruly and too smart or lazy and useless? they put them down.

there is no way that Naruto is unaware of this. he's a child, but children can be perceptive and Naruto has to be to survive. And it's not like the village is being subtle. so. I want to see a Naruto that is so so aware that the ANBU are both to protect him and destroy him, that the hokage might hesitate, but no one else will. So: here is Naruto, who is a child who is a monster who doesn't want to be put down. who has to be cheerful and stupid and harmless enough to not be a threat, and strong and naive enough to not be useless.

just. just. a Naruto that has had to learn everything on his own, through trial and error, people-watching and his own common sense (naruto's sense is NOT common). And he's good at it because he has to be. He's a mimic through and through– he learns much from the ANBU and the vendors in their market stalls and the conversations that families share with each other. But the problem with being the outsider looking in is that sometimes you fail to see the context. meaning that Naruto has a SHIT TON of just. objective incorrect ideas of why certain things are the way they are. and it's not his fault– his conclusions are completely logical with what he has on hand, but the point is that he doesn't have all the information and he never does, on the outside. meaning: Naruto is a walking talking version of using the wrong equation on your math test and getting the right answer. he has to reverse engineer all this shit! and especially when it comes to jutsu, what's behind the product isn't obvious.

and now we come to the reason i actually made this post. the ridiculous, funny misconceptions i have headcanoned that naruto has, not the heartbreaking rage enducing ones.

the raw meat shame tax. so naruto eats raw meat (because no one has told him that eating raw meat = becoming ill, but he has kurama to take care of that anyway) if he's hungry enough or can't be bothered to cook it. but one time someone came across him during raw meat mealtime and reacted in horror and disgust. then naruto notices that sushi is like. super expensive despite how easy it is to catch fish and that cooked fish is cheaper as well in restaurants. SO naruto comes to the conclusion that eating raw meat must be shameful and taboo and something that can only be done alone or with close family in private BUT people like playing with the taboo so you can have sushi (which has non-raw meat elements to make it less scandalous) at restaurants AS LONG AS you pay an 'eating raw meat in public' tax. this is my most ridiculous headcanon and i love it to bits. like. i believe that out of all of the funny misconceptions naruto has, THIS is the one that is so baffling that it makes sakura just. give up. she leaves the room and walks directly into the Naka river.

what??? is?? the??? difference?? between?? girl?? and?? boy??? look. naruto knows that people can have different equipment: he lives in a bad part of town and is constantly eavesdropping on people. he doesn't just know that people have different equipment, he knows what sex is by the time he's 6. but naruto thinks that it can't be based on that because it's too stupid. like, if it were based on that, why would people cover up that part of themselves and treat it like taboo in public? it would make it really hard to tell who's a girl and who's a boy. naruto keeps coming up with shit and then disproving it over the years and is still unsure. but he nows knows he CANNOT ask people whether they're a boy or a girl because they will get mad.

which leads into clothes/hair aren't gender-specific but they ARE clan or occupation specific. Naruto does show up to class wearing dresses on multiple occasions and doesn't understand why Ino is extra mad at him those times. However the first time he sees someone with a haircut similar to sasuke's he's like 'that's not allowed! he's not part of your clan!' and it takes two hours to for sasuke to find out what the fuck dobe was talking about–

doesn't know what a library due date is. the library doesn't know who stole all the various craft/cooking books that have illustrated steps but they're never getting them back.

unintentional poison eating. naruto's cooking is.... so poisonous. he has eaten everything that looks like it could be eaten in the forest and if it doesn't make him sick then he deems him safe. there are SO many things that naruto forages that would straight up kill anybody else. naruto tries to share his food with team 7 one time because that's love and care babyyy!! and then there's ten minutes of screaming where sasuke and sakura genuinely think this was a murder attempt.

if someone leaves stuff unattended in public for more than half an hour then it's up for grabs and no longer stealing. this is how he gets most of his plants. and his bags. and his winter jacket. also his shoes. this is also how he garners even more hate from the village.

anyone above the age of seven can budget, haggle and save money. Naruto has been living on his own since he was four and he's been in charge of his own budget since then. he is merciless with money because he has to be and thinks that it is a normal thing for children to be capable of since he's doing it just fine after some trial and error. Naruto grudgingly thinks kakashi is smart for trying to foist the bill for ramen off on him every time by disappearing (good way to save money– don't be there when the bill arrives) but ALL of that goodwill evaporates when they go on a mission and kakashi spends the whole budget in the first week. also the image of naruto talking about finances with his teammates in a 'you know how it is' manner in and getting blank fucking stares back is hysterical. however sasuke is in legitimate danger of naruto dragging him through budget boot camp if naruto finds out that sasuke, the fucking clan head-in-waiting of the uchiha, is filthy rich and doesn't know anything about money.

there are three sets of teeth and if you lose an adult tooth you grow it back. this is (unintentionally) kurama's fault actually. naruto ends up with three sets of teeth: useless little baby teeth that he have fully lost by 6, child teeth (which are actually human adult teeth) that are fully lost by 12 and then "adult teeth." "Adult teeth" are nightmarish and are somewhere in between fox and human teeth. and if he loses an adult tooth naruto will grow it back sometime between a week and a month after he lost it.

team seven has never been more confused.

[madara-fate]

I've seen that whenever soembody mentions any rude or abusive thing sasuke does to sakura , you throw the logic that he was under the hatred which is fair enough , but is there a limit to it ? Like if instead of knocking her out with a harsh genjutsu , he kicked or punched her and then put her in a genjutsu , would you have still shipped them ? Like honestly asking is there a limit to it ? The reason why sasuke x Sakura is always hated upon is because it's a romantic bond , so murder attempts seem extra very distasteful , as for Naruto x sasuke , is that they are rivals and fight so it's fine for them for them or atleast seen in a better manner and also Naruto bond with sasuke was highlighted so people can see that despite those , he still cared about Naruto , but for Sakura there isn't nearly any strong moments .

Naruto went ballistic for hinata during the pain moment , sasuke never had 0.1% of protectiveness for Sakura .

Him leaving again for a decade gives people a bad experience, almost plays it as a joke , hey even kishi joked or laughed at the joke about how sasuke stays away from Sakura because she is a tough woman .

Now karin , you can admit they shared respect and comradery and sasuke the only murder attempt was just him trying to kill danzo , also their biting moments gave them a erotic tone , plus karin feels as strongly as for sasuke than Sakura . Kishi himself said it so their love was same . Sasuke treated karin way better , or respected her and smiled at her .

Imo if sasuke and karin did end up together or were the final couple , people would have taken it way better than sasuke x Sakura , cause karin just seemed to spend more time with and he smiled at her and also cared for her .

Sure ss fans would be upset , but they don't really make up the more than Naruto Stans .

Sasuke treated Sakura pretty awful and even you can't deny it .

I've seen that whenever soembody mentions any rude or abusive thing sasuke does to sakura , you throw the logic that he was under the hatred which is fair enough , but is there a limit to it ? Like if instead of knocking her out with a harsh genjutsu , he kicked or punched her and then put her in a genjutsu , would you have still shipped them ?

There is a limit to it, but the fact of the matter is that Sasuke didn't do those things that you suggested, so what's the point of even mentioning them? It's like you're saying that their relationship should be negatively judged for things that didn't even happen. What people really need to acknowledge, is that the Naruto universe very clearly does not follow the same standards of forgiveness found in reality, yet they're perfectly fine with accepting wholly unrealistic levels of forgiveness for certain things, while giving SS all kinds of shit for incorporating the exact same principles. It doesn't make sense.

The reason why sasuke x Sakura is always hated upon is because it's a romantic bond , so murder attempts seem extra very distasteful , as for Naruto x sasuke , is that they are rivals and fight so it's fine for them for them or atleast seen in a better manner

That makes no sense whatsoever. It does not matter whether the person is your best friend or a potential romantic interest; a murder attempt is a murder attempt, and attempting to kill your potential romantic interest is in no way, shape or form any worse, than attempting to kill your best friend. I'm sorry but I am so sick of hearing people say this nonsense, it's such a weak attempt to try and excuse or justify the plethora of mistreatment found in SNS in comparison to SS, and I'm not having it.

Furthermore, it's not even as if it's a 50/50 thing between SS and SNS. No, Sasuke treated Naruto far worse than he ever did to Sakura, and yet people constantly applaud him for not giving up on Sasuke. Yet, when Sakura also doesn't give up on Sasuke for the exact same reasons, she's instead hated on for apparently being shallow, selfish and all the rest of that typical bullshit.

and also Naruto bond with sasuke was highlighted so people can see that despite those , he still cared about Naruto , but for Sakura there isn't nearly any strong moments .

Just because Sasuke's bond with Naruto was highlighted in comparison to his bond with Sakura, that doesn't mean that his bond with Sakura wasn't highlighted at all. Sasuke literally named her as one of his two precious comrades. And you say there weren't any strong moments for SS? Please refamiliarise yourself with the manga, because I can very easily list plenty of examples.

Naruto went ballistic for hinata during the pain moment , sasuke never had 0.1% of protectiveness for Sakura .

Are you actually serious?

He protected her against Orochimaru

He went "ballistic" for her against the Sound ninja

He was fully willing to risk his life for her against Gaara by buying Naruto time to escape with her because he didn't want to lose someone "dear" to him ever again

He broke every bone in Shin's body while rescuing her

Do you want me to list the examples from the novels too? Goodness gracious.

Him leaving again for a decade gives people a bad experience, almost plays it as a joke , hey even kishi joked or laughed at the joke about how sasuke stays away from Sakura because she is a tough woman.

Firstly, Sasuke wasn't away for a decade. Secondly, so what if Kishi laughed at that during an interview? Literally so what?

Now karin , you can admit they shared respect and comradery and sasuke the only murder attempt was just him trying to kill danzo , also their biting moments gave them a erotic tone , plus karin feels as strongly as for sasuke than Sakura . Kishi himself said it so their love was same . Sasuke treated karin way better , or respected her and smiled at her .

You have to be trolling at this point.

You actually say Sasuke's murder attempt on Karin "was just him trying to kill danzo", which is just a horrible excuse. In case you don't remember, Sasuke literally said that since Karin allowed herself to get captured, she was useless to him:

So to you, that must mean that it was all about Danzo, correct? Unbelievable. Stop trying to justify all of Sasuke's horrible treatment of everyone other than Sakura, the bias here is crazy. This wasn't just Sasuke trying to kill Danzo, this was Sasuke killing two birds with one stone, because he deemed Karin to have become a burden.

To address your other points...

"also their biting moments gave them a erotic tone" - Are you really trying to use Karin's perviness to prove your point?

"plus karin feels as strongly as for sasuke than Sakura . Kishi himself said it so their love was same" - Kishi never said that. What he actually said, was that Sakura and Karin would be able to empathise and understand each other's feelings since they held affection for the same person. He never said that Karin's feelings for Sasuke were as strong or stronger than Sakura's were.

"Sasuke treated karin way better , or respected her and smiled at her" - Sasuke didn't treat Karin better, he didn't respect her any more than he respected Sakura, and not only did he also smile at Sakura, but he also described her as someone dear to him, was willing to sacrifice himself to ensure her survival, acknowledged her as one of his precious comrades, saw the shadow of his family within her and the rest of Team 7, gave her an actual heartfelt apology, and gave her his ultimate expression of affection which was the forehead poke. Now once Sasuke does even half of those things for Karin, then come back.

Imo if sasuke and karin did end up together or were the final couple , people would have taken it way better than sasuke x Sakura , cause karin just seemed to spend more time with and he smiled at her and also cared for her .

Cumulatively speaking, Sasuke actually spent more time with Team 7 than he did with Team Taka.

Sasuke also smiled at Sakura.

Sasuke also cared for Sakura.

So now what?

Sasuke treated Sakura pretty awful and even you can't deny it .

I've never denied that Sasuke treated Sakura poorly. But what you and so many others constantly ignore, is that he treated Naruto far worse, and yet you'll excuse that for bullshit reasons such as how their bond is platonic, as if that makes any difference. Not only that, but people will actually believe that Sasuke treated Karin better than Sakura, at which point I become certain that they literally just don't even have the faintest idea what on earth they're talking about.

[guillotinebypierre]

Kim Chaewon.

Ex- IZ*ONE member and now the leader of kpop monster rookies LE SSERAFIM. All that at the young age of twenty-two.

Back in April 2021, when the day of judgement, as many netizens like to call it, came, many were asking what would become of the girls Korea and the rest of the world knew and loved.

Fast forward a year and a half and you got your answer: they remained relevant, with some of them even being direct competitors nowadays.

With her already established fanbase, her cute and sexy looks and the sheer size of the company that HYBE or BigHit, if you want to be old school, is, nobody questioned whether or not LE SSERAFIM would be successful once they fearlessly rolled up on the kpop scene.

Success was almost immediate, with records being broken left and right, one song charting better than the other and online following growing.

With that also came a busier schedule.

A busier schedule that Kim Chaewon had to juggle amidst a secret relationship.

A secret relationship you ask? Well, turns out that Chaewon was never really alone after IZ*ONE went separate ways. Quite the opposite actually. Back when she had noone, you appeared.

Y/n L/n. The newly introduced member of already established boy group NCT. The maknae, being 17 years of age when first brought to the scene in 2020.

Y/n L/n, the same man many people, celebrities and netizens alike, are calling "Korea's Golden Boy" and "Korea's IT Boy", even though he is a foreigner.

Back in 2021, when you heard the news of IZ*ONE disbanding during a VLive...

-Flashback, 29 April 2021, the IZ*ONE incident-

"-yeah so as I was saying I'm really excited for our new comeback! Producing with Mark-hyung has been going very smoothly and I've been having so much fun", Y/n said while scrolling through Twitter on his phone.

Suddenly his heart stops beating for a second. His mouth opens, tears starting to form in his eyes. He stared at his phone and with every passing second it felt like his world was being crushed.

He couldn't believe it.

The chat was going crazy. The viewers weren't dumb. Anybody in the fandom knew that Y/n was a WIZ*ONE .He had been caught buying their albums multiple times. Fans had spotted him with a lightstick at their concerts before and he always ran around with a photocard of a different member in his phone case. Anyone with a pair of functioning braincells and access to social media at that moment could guess why the boy was suddenly so distraught.

"No fucking way this is true. This can't- this can't be true. I don't want to fucking believe it!", Y/n screamed as he threw his phone away, at this point not even giving a fuck whether he could curse on live or not.

"Now what the hell am I supposed to do? I was having such a good day and then I have to see some bullshit like this? What was the reason man? What about the girls?", he said while now pacing around his room.

"I'm sorry guys but I have to end the live sooner then expected. I'll catch you tomorrow, please take care of you and stay safe!"

He immediately went through his following list on Instagram and decided to text the person he cared for the most.

"Hey Chaewon are you alright? I just saw the news and I want to tell you that I'm here for you if you ever need anything. I know we've only talked on music shows before but you and your members inspired me so much, I really care deeply for you girls. Take care of yourself and stay safe, love you :)"

As soon as he hit send he wanted to punch himself in the face.

"This is so corny WHY DID I SAY 'LOVE YOU' "

Just as he went into the chat and wanted to unsend the message, he saw that Chaewon was typing

"Hey, Y/n. Thank you for the kind message, I really appreciate you. I'm not doing all too well right now, would you mind giving me your number? I really need someone to talk to right now."

-Flashback end-

Ever since then Y/n's and Chaewon's relationship started blossoming. He stood by her through everything. Through the lowest moments she had, the many panic attacks and sleepless nights, but also through her highest moments, like her (new) debut.

They started dating a few months after they started talking and to Y/n, Chaewon was the closest anything or anyone would ever get to 'perfection'.

Every moment he spent with her was like a gift from god himself to Y/n. He cherished every second with her, no matter how insignificant. Every time she called him he would pick up, any message she sent would be replied to almost instantly.

In short, he was completely, with his entire being, heads over heals for the small fearless girl.

He loved everything about her. Her cute face, pure skin, her beautiful nose.

Her cheeks that looked like cheeseballs, her full lips, her perfect eyebrows.

Whenever he slept over he would wake up extra early just to stare at her face a bit longer.

And that brings us to the point we are at right now.

With Chaewon's aforementioned growth in popularity there was bound to be activities that would be held outside of her mother country South Korea.

Today she had a flight to Japan to do a shoot for a popular magazine. The flight was at three in the afternoon, which means in five hours, and everything was already packed. All she needed to do was to make sure she started her trip to the airport atleast three hours before the flight itself, which means she only has two hours left.

"Where do you thing you're going, baby?", a raspy voice called out to her as soon as she tried getting out of bed

That person whomst the voice belonged to got up and continued saying

"Chaewon I'm serious please come back to bed I barely saw you last week, I still need you baby."

"Y/n, no. I need to get going, my flight is in a few hours. And I know that if I lay down next to you I'll start doing things that will make my time schedule significantly ", Chaewon argued.

"I'm not even going to question what you mean by that but come back to bed please. Don't make me get up and carry you back."

"I would love to see you try."

Not being one to turn down a challenge, you swiftly stood up with newfound energy and swooped your girlfriend off of her feet and threw her on the bed before laying down on top of her.

"Yah Y/n I can't breathe move you pabo", Chaewon whined.

"I'll move if you give me a kiss"

"I'm not falling for that again, the last time you bargained like that I had to wear make up for a week straight on my neck because your 'kiss' led to you sucking in my neck and giving me hickeys. Now move baby please"

"I'll move if you stay just five more minutes with me in bed"

"Y/nn we both know that those five minutes will quickly lead to something else thats gonna be a lot longer than just five minutes. Please just move."

"If I move you'll try to get out"

"I promise I won't"

Chaewon looked you in the eyes and used a forbidden tactic, the puppy eyes.

You both knew you couldn't resist, so reluctantly, you gave in.

However, as soon as you moved off she tried getting away. Having seen that from a mile away, though, you grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head.

"I thought you wouldn't move away jagi? Why lie to me this early in the morning? I think this calls for some type of punishment, don't you think?", Y/n told her

"Y/n I don't think now is the time I mean what if I miss my- Ahhh"

Not even listening to Chaewon's worries you immediately latch on to her sweet spot.

"Y-Y/n please- Ahh please slow down with the marks I have a photoshoot later on and I didn't plan on making it known that we're a thing today", Chaewon told you.

"You know baby, you tell me to stop marking you but you're pressing my head even harder against your neck. I don't believe you", Y/n said before diving down and giving her more hickeys.

Chaewon tasted sweet. You did not know whether that was due to her natural scent or because of some bodywash she just used, all you knew was that it is addictive.

"Chae take that shirt off immediately."

Chaewon, being caught off guard by your sudden request fumbled a bit and took some time to lift the shirt of her body.

You, however, could not wait any longer so you just ripped the shirt in half

"Hey that was expensive-" "I'll buy you as many of these as you want just let me lick your body right now", Y/n interrupted her.

You continued sucking on her skin, making sure to enjoy and cherish every single second while also making sure to tease her by skipping her breasts.

Just as she was about to complain you delve down and took in her left nipple into your mouth, the sudden warm sensation giving her some form of satisfaction she had been yearning for ever since you started attacking her body with your tongue.

Kissing, nibbling, biting and sucking on her light brown nipples while making sure to use your hand on the other one.

After a while you switched and made sure to give the other nipple the same treatment.

Chaewon was a mess at this point. Head pressing back into the pillow, eyes rolled backwards, back arched, using one of her hands to press your head even deeper into her body while the other scratched your now bare back.

You noticed a switch in her attitude, however. Her grip tightened, her breathing became even more uncontrolled and messy and she was louder.

So you stopped and raised your head a bit to admire the state your girlfriend was in.

"What did you really think I would let you come that quick baby? I still haven't forgiven you for rejecting me this morning because of this stupid flight.", Y/n said while smirking at her.

"Y/n what the f-aAHH" "Wow you're this wet just because of my mouth? You know, this is making me really hungry. I hope you don't mind me having breakfast in bed Chae.", You cut her off by putting your hand on her (still) covered, wet pussy.

You got back to your earlier position, this time going further down and licking and kissing her entire midsection.

Chaewon was proud of her abs and you were too so you made sure she got the notice.

Reaching the main attraction, you started by kissing along her thighs, licking and nibbling at her skin while ignoring her wet core.

You took a pillow and placed it under her lower back and then, finally, took off her panties with your mouth, while making sure to hold eye contact with the sweating, blushing mess infront of you.

After taking her underwear off you were greeted by a familiar sight, Chaewon's tight, pink pussy.

She was wet and you were thirsty, so of course you dove straight in. You licked around her labia before finding her clit and sucking on it.

You pressed down on Chaewon's stomach and just like that it was like a waterfall of sweet nectar opened into your mouth. You lapped up as much as you could, like a thirsty dog, not wanting to waste any of her juices.

You knew Chaewon was still sensitive but that didn't matter to you. You continued eating her out while now also fingering her, a combination that ultimately culminated with a second orgasm for Chaewon.

"That was just- wow Y/n", Chaewon said while panting.

"Let me repay the favor", she added with newfound strength flipping you on your back.

Chaewon slowly slid down your now exposed upper body, making sure to leave some marks of her own on your abs until finally getting to the main course.

Your erection was painfully obvious by now as your girlfriend was able to see the bulge.

Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled your pants and underwear down in one swift motion and was immediately hit in her face by your member.

She slowly kissed the tip, taking little cat licks on your head while innocently looking up and meeting your eyes.

Seeing the look of lust and desperation in your eyes, she decided it was enough teasing and in one go took most of your dick inside her mouth.

"Oh my god Chaewon you're doing me so well baby", Y/n moaned while throwing his head back.

Chaewon smiled at the sudden compliment and now added a second hand to the equation with which she stroked the part of your shaft that didn't fit inside her mouth.

The room was filled with slurping noises as Chaewon, filled with your cock, produced what seemed like litres of saliva that was now both coating your entire cock and her chin, slowly dripping down onto the mattress.

Your moaning and groaning never stopped, however Chaewon felt you pulsate inside her mouth, which gave her all the information she needed.

In one brave motion Chaewon forced your entire member into her mouth, making it hit the very back of her throat and that seemed to push you over the edge, making you erupt like a geyser inside her, painting her throat white and filling her stomach with your warm and sticky seed.

"God bless you for being a fitness freak and having a healthy diet because you taste amazing baby", Chaewon replied after opening her mouth to show you that she swallowed all of it.

"That was- wow Chaewon I thought I'd black out for a minute right there", Y/n replied while breathing heavily.

Chaewon smiled at the comment and slowly made her way into Y/n's lap.

"If you thought that was mind blowing you'll actually pass out during the main course."

She straddled Y/n and slowly inserted his cock into her hungry pussy.

Both of them threw their heads back, almost in sync, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

Y/n looked at Chaewon and it was like he fell in love for the first time again. The way the light bounced off her face, highlighting her nose and her shiny lips. The way her eyes were shut closely while her mouth hung open.

Everything about her is just perfect.

So perfect that a switch turned on in Y/n's brain. A switch that made his hormones go overboard.

He embraced Chaewon with his strong arms and pushed her close into his body, thrusting up with all his might and immediately making her moan.

"Ugh- righ- right there Y/nn. You're dOing me so good babY~", Chaewon praised him.

Y/n got faster and harder. He held his girfriends petite frame delicately while absolutely destroying her pussy.

The subtleness of the moans now completely out of the window as Chaewon was screaming so loud Y/n wouldn't be surprised if any people passing by their street heard her.

In moments like these Y/n thanked himself for exercise because he managed to built up a very strong stamina throughout the years.

Meanwhile Chaewon was scratching his back, surely drawing blood at this point, while also pressing her head against his traps and biting them as a way to silence her moans.

To Y/n this was an indicator that she was close to her second orgasm of the morning, so he removed one arm from her back and started playing with and rubbing her clit.

Almost instantly, resembling a dam being broken, Chaewon squirted, drenching Y/n's midsection and their sheets with her love juices.

Chaewon was on cloud nine, overwhelmed by pleasure. Pleasure, that did not stop as Y/n continued pounding the small woman into oblivion.

"Y- Y/nn AHHH I'm sti-lL sensitive-", she said while gripping hard against his back with her remaining strength.

Y/n, however, didn't care as he now flipped both of them, laying Chaewon on her back and fucking her in a mating press position.

The overstimulation was too much and so Chaewon reached her climax again.

Her back arched like a cat, her legs violently shook, her nails dug deeper into Y/n's muscular back and her eyes rolled even further back into her skull.

Her mouth hung open, tongue out and moaning the name of her lover.

Y/n felt Chaewon's insides clench, sucking him in like a vacuum and making him hit even further depths than before. He felt every single crevice of her inner walls as he relentlessly pounded into the love of his life.

Soon Y/n felt a familiar feeling coming.

The burning sensation in his core, the pulsating of his cock, it all pointed towards one inevitable thing.

"Chae-" "INSIDE- OHHH", Chaewon cut him off

Y/n's thrusts started becoming slower and slower, sloppier in their execution until he gave one last deep thrust and started flooding Chaewon's insides with his warm fluids.

It was like a waterfall, seemingly endless as he dumped every last drop inside his girlfriend, who came again due to the warm feeling inside her.

Y/n stayed in position for a good 50 seconds until finally pulling out and taking a good look at the mess he created.

His girlfriend was sprawled out, a sweaty mess, messy hair sticking to her forehead but most importantly, leaking his cum.

The bedsheets were completely ruined, drenched in a mixture of cum and sweat from the both young lovers.

He looked at Chaewon and saw her glistening skin, her perky chest rising and falling and the satisfied grin on her face while looking at him.

Y/n smiled back but suddenly the smile turned into a frown as he looked at the bedside table.

"Chae what time did you say you had to leave again?", Y/n asked while slowly walking into the bathroom.

"What do you mean- OH MY GOD Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU", Chaewon screamed as she looked at the clock next to her and saw that it was one thirty in the afternoon.

She sprinted through her room and took the quickest shower you had ever seen.

Knowing what would come next, you also washed yourself and put on better clothes.

"You will drive me to the airport and you better pray to god that I don't miss this photoshoot or else you won't fuck me for a whole MONTH", your girlfriend scolded you as you walked into the parking lot of the HYBE building.

"Hi Seonghyun-hyung? Yeah it's me Y/n. I'm with Chaewon right now and I wanted to call to tell you that we won't make it to the airport on time because of traffic. I'm really sorry for the circumstances but is there any way we could reschedule the photoshoot for a few hours? We will still be flying today but we won't be there on time.", Y/n told Chaewon's manager while sweating as he saw his girlfriend stare daggers into him.

-Time skip to a few hours later at the airport-

Chaewon was still somewhat ignoring Y/n while using her phone instead until she suddenly got a message from her members.

Fearless group chat

Jen🦒: Yah Chaewon unnie a lot of HYBE trainees have complained about the noise earlier this morning. You and a certain Y/n wouldn't know anything about that would you?👀

Kkura🌸: Ohh he did you good again didn't he Chae? By the way the trainees described it it sounded like someone was getting murdered inside your room😂😭

Zuha🦢: Not someone, something unnie. It wasn't our 🐆 fho, more like her 🐱 🫣🫢

Jen🦒: ZUHA😭😭😭ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Kkura🌸: @/Chaechae🐆 the fake maknae is being rude are you really gonna take that?👀👀

Zuha🦢: Unnie I don't think she can take much more after what Y/n oppa gave her earlier this morning😭😭😭ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Jen🦒: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kkura🌸:🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

Manchae🐈: Chaewon unnie when will we see Y/n oppa again?

Jen🦒: Yes unnie I would love to spend some time with Y/n too🫣🫢

Kkura🌸: Me2👀😶

Zuha🦢: Me3 Unnie🥰

Chaewon sighed and grabbed Y/n's arm

"Baby I'm happy we're talking again but where are you bringing me?"

"I'm frustrated, horny and the VIP lounge has champagne.", Chaewon quickly replied

"Frustrated, horny and champagne? This reminds me of that thing we did when fearless got its first win. Remember that time I wet you down with champagne?", Y/n replied while smirking.

"Yes and we're doing it again. Now.", Chaewon smirked back and went into the private jet with Y/n and the bottle of champagne she got from the VIP lounge.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

*soft chanting in the distance:* consider a beach day with the safehouse crew, consider a beach day with the safehouse crew, consider a

CW: Extensive scarring, some discussion of surviving noncon and the aftermath, weight gain as part of recovery, references to Vince's alcoholism, some references to consensual spice

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"You're fidgeting," Vincent Shield says, eyes closed behind heavy sunglasses, lying with his fingers interlocking behind his head, the sun beating down on his body. He can feel the blanket of warmth from forehead through neck and chest, stomach, and finally his legs. His heels are just off the edge of the towel, dug into soft sand that heats his skin to something that isn't quite uncomfortable, isn't yet painful.

"Right, because this is shit," Jameson snaps back at him, sitting up with his arms around his knees, looking like an animal caught in a trap, ready to chew his own leg off and throw it at someone to escape. "It's hot. There's sun. Why the fuck am I here with you?"

"Because I invited you to the beach, you said no, then Nat said she thought it might be a good idea for you to get out and enjoy the outdoors and you basically threw yourself into the car," Vince replies, voice even, absolutely not amused. Beside him, a huge reusable water bottle sweats condensation as the ice inside it slowly melts. He used to bring vodka in bottles like this to the beach, clear as still waters, burning down his throat. His mouth feels dry just at the thought.

"Yeah. Well. Usually she's right about this shit, but everybody's wrong eventually."

Vince turns his head to watch as Jameson picks, uncomfortably, at the corner of his own beach towel, a riotous swirl of oranges and pinks that Nat has had for long enough that the ends are starting to unravel, with little thread like fringe. Other than his perpetual scowl, he wears swim trunks that go down to his knees and a long-sleeved rashguard shirt made of the same material, both in a deep blue. It's a color that suits him. Vince is afraid if he points it out Jameson will strip naked right here simply from spite.

"You're doing fine," He says, a little softly. "Nobody's looking at you."

"If they do, I'll fucking punch them."

"Jameson-"

"Fuck off, I will."

"Nobody doubts that. But maybe don't just assume you're the center of attention. I'm a goddamn movie star, you don't see anyone staring at me."

"I've seen at least three people stare at you."

"Yeah, because they think I look familiar, but they can't figure out why. With my hair grown out like this and the thirty pounds I've put on since I stopped trying to replace all forms of nutrition with booze, I don't look like me anymore. Besides, I've seen absolutely no one stare at you, so there you go."

"Fuck you." Jameson pauses. "And fuck them. You look better now than you did before."

Vince laughs. "Thank you. That's a rare compliment from the king of insults."

"Yeah, well. Don't get used to it." Some of the anger lifts in his voice, though, and Vince smiles behind his sunglasses as he sees the other man relax - maybe, just a little - and start trying to get his legs to cooperate and unbend.

Jameson had made his way to their little spot using his crutches for balance, but had nearly fallen twice. He isn't used to the softness of sand, the way he has to adjust himself to handle it. Vince caught him the second time or he'd have gone down right there in front of a group of people, not a single one of whom noticed him at all. But Jameson is convinced they did.

The crutches have their own towel, lying carefully side by side so sand won't get on them unless it has to or the wind blows it around.

"How can you stand it?" Jameson asks, after some time passes. The breeze is gentle, just a hint of cooler air coming off the water, offsetting the heat of the sun. Vince stretches his arms above his head, then pushes himself to seated and takes a drink of his water.

"Stand what?"

"Hardly wearing anything." Jameson gestures, and Vince looks down at his tasteful(ly small) green swim trunks. He's... never thought about that before. "Like. People can see your fucking... scars."

Right.

Vince swallows, hard.

He has new ones, from Owen, more on the back than the front. But there's a scar twisted down one side that wasn't there before. His neck has a couple, there's a nick in his jaw now.

Vince hesitates, then takes another drink. "Can I tell you something? Just between us?"

Jameson looks away, hunching over again. His own worst scars are on his face, a twisted that cuts into the corner of his mouth and curves it slightly upward, like he's always smirking. Another that breaks his eyebrow in two pieces. There's even some on the back of his neck that Vince hasn't really noticed before. "Yeah, sure. I make no fucking promises, though."

"Fair enough. The truth is... I don't really care."

Jameson picks at a thread on his towel again. "You don't?"

"Nah. I've been who I am for a long time, and... you know. This sounds really stupid, but-" Vince shrugs. He catches the flash of light off a phone screen as someone checks theirs a half-dozen feet away. He wonders if they're taking a photo of him. Doesn't this guy look like Vincent Shield? Remember, from The Weight of This Crown?

That had been a favorite. He'd played an adult version of one of the Princes of the Tower from the 1480s, a version where they hadn't been murdered but had simply been... kept. His character had gone insane in the tower and taken his brother into madness with him. Whole movie revolved around a murder mystery where there might never have been a body at all. Been some Oscar buzz around that one, though he hadn't won anything for it.

He missed acting. He'd been so damn good at it, he never stopped. But now...

"What?" Jameson frowns, looking more closely at him. "You stopped talking."

"Oh. Sorry. Distracted. Just... you know. I've had all my scars inside my head for so long, it's kind of nice to have some on the outside, ones I can't really hide anymore. I can't lie about them."

"Yeah, you can. 'Oh, I fell down'. There you go."

"No, I mean." Vince groans. "You're an asshole. I mean, I can't pretend I don't have scars at all."

He pauses.

"But... I killed him," He whispers. "I should... I should be marked, by that. Shouldn't I?"

"Don't look at me." Jameson tries to lie down on his back, but his legs won't unbend at the knee, so he just keeps them that way, feet flat on the towel.

"Right, but... you killed people."

"Had to." Jameson goes clipped, tense and snapping each word like a rubber band. "No choice."

"No, I know. I just mean... doesn't it feel like you should look like you've killed someone, once you have?"

Jameson turns his head to look at him, shading his eyes with one hand. "I do look like I killed someone. Actually I sort of look like I died and was brought back to life by a really lazy magician."

"... Never mind. Anyway, what I meant to say is just that I don't mind the scars."

Silence stretches out between them, then. The ocean is a constant rush of in and out, the gentle white noise lulling them both into a sort of doze. The sun beats down, and Vince feels like a cat in a windowsill.

"Do I really look better now?" He asks, breaking the quiet with his own insecurities. "I haven't had a regular stomach without a fucking... near-six-pack since I was... since I... since I was still acting with Owen, when we were kids. Now, I have..." He frowns down at himself, poking his stomach with one hand. "Whatever this is."

"Yeah, you do. Lot better, actually." Jameson snorts. "That is a normal human stomach, Shield. Also, you don't look like you're thinking about jumping off a cliff every fucking second of every fucking day anymore. It's an improvement."

"No, I just-... I mean-"

"Yes, for fuck's sake. You're still hot. I would still happily let you stick your dick in me and brag about bagging someone hot enough to look like a movie star." Jameson rolls his eyes. "Now stop fucking talking."

Vince swallows. "Jameson, are you..."

"Praying to the heavens that you'll shut the fuck up? Yeah, definitely. Actually going to fuck you? Absolutely the fuck not. I've got Allyn. I'm a one-Allyn man. Besides, you could never smack my ass and call me a good boy the way they do."

"... Jesus Christ." Vince feels his face burn, and not from sunlight.

"Exploring consent in sexuality is a normal part of recovery," Jameson says, like someone reciting a script. "Try asking about it in therapy sometime, Shield."

"... oh god no."

"Then shut the fuck up and let me enjoy my fucking beach day, asshole, or I'll tell you about which one of your shirts we used to tie my hands behind my back one time."

Vince takes another drink of water, and tries to pretend the last ten minutes never happened.

[garnettfox]

Miracubots: Miraculous Holders (Bots)

New day new post, and yup, if you read to the end of the last part you where probably looking forward to this XD

As this is an alternate version of season 4, the invasion where the Bot's finally reveal themselves, doesn't occur meaning the Bot's are having to hide longer with the family bluffing that the bots where upgraded with a 'Defence mode' to cover up when the bots work to help deal with an Akuma attack.

Though, things can't stay secret forever, especally not with a villain who target's negitive emotion, and some bots who are less able to express themselves freely.

The reveal to the town that the bots are alive, happens when Heatwave reaches a breaking point with Kade's glory hog ways (Which he'd been slipping back into just a bit, especally after he got to use a Miraculous) And he ends up becoming the first Bot Akumatized.

This has pretty much everyone reeling as the bots and the Burns family had started to assume the Bots being alien where immune to Akumatization. But the revelation gives Cody an idea.

If a bot can be Akumatized, surely they can wield a Miraculous as well. And with a little nudge from a Luck charm on which to pick. Boulder is chosen to use the Pig Miraculous becoming Porcine Punch. The name was off the top of his head and he likes it too much to change it.

Porcine Punch with help from Beetletron and Felidae is able to stop Glory Hog in his tracks and calm him down with the use of his Gift to be deakumatized.

Two things about the Bot's as Miraculous holders:

Their altmodes change when their transformed to the animal of their Miraculous with their root form adjusting to the new altmode.

They may use different names as heros, but there's no secret identities going on, everyones knows who's who in regards to the bots. As Cody points out when giving Boulder his Miraculous infront of his brothers, people will figure it out within five minutes so why both trying to hide it.

Sadly the next Bot picked to become a Miraculous holder happens because of another Bot getting Akumatized as well. This time Poor Chase, struggling silently after the public reveal and getting treated poorly by a few towns folk struggling with the transition, becomes the horrorfying Akuma Emperata.

IDW fans are now screaming at me for inflicting that on Chase.

Heatwave this time is the one entrusted with a Miraculous becoming the Hero Tigereye with the....Well Tiger Miraculous. He also get's let in on Chief being Ranger as Beetletron asks his father for help as well to get them past the army Emperata is creating.

He's not even the only Bot to find out a humans secret ahead of the mass reveal as Blades accidentally reveals Dani revealed she's Hornet to him when their both called on to deal with a replicating Akuma. Hornet to sting the clones and keep them still. And Kitsune the new Fox hero to use his illusions to control and confuse the clones.

Blades is BEYOND happy to finally have a grounded alt mode.

Last but not least of the Bots to get a Miraculous is Chase, we haven't fully settled on the events surrounding when he get's it. But Chase out of the four arguabley get's the most powerful as he's entrusted with the Snake Miraculous becoming Aposis at Sass's suggestion for his hero name,

And yes. People do make the 'Theres a Snake in my Boot!' refrence regarding him and Chief XD

[quigonswife8]

Feelings revealed: Peter Hale x reader

Peter overhears that you admit you love him

Okay so my crush on this man started when I was like 13-14 has only gotten stronger 'cause of the movie, so thought i'd write something about him.

Warnings: the pack being mean to Peter behind his back, swearing.

Peter deserved better. There, I said it. I know he’s done stuff and is viewed as ‘evil’ but I genuinely don’t think he is. Probably gonna get hate for that but I believe he isn’t, and he did become a good person.

Also Peter is a bit ooc but meh

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When did you fall for Peter? That's the question that you ask yourself everyday. When did you fall for him?

Was it when he had healed you for the first time, despite making it clear he didn't like you, at the time.

Was it when he had protected you when Hunter's were trying to kill you?

Or was it when he'd saved your life the first time out of many.

-

The room is full of quiet chatter and glances when you enter.

"Did we start the meeting already?"

...silence.

You pause, and tilt your head.

"Everything...alright?"

Though it's clearly not. So they're hiding something...but why?

"(y/n)."

Scott begins, standing up. He leans back against the table, trying to form words. If you could hear his heart right now.

As one of the only non-wolves in the groups you aren't able to hear people's hearts so you can't tell when they're lying. It's hard most- a lot of the time- but it honestly doesn't bother you.

"...It's..."

"It's Peter."

Lydia finishes his sentence, one hand on her hip.

"...we need to talk to you about him..."

A nervous look flicks onto your features. Why would they need to talk to you about him? Has something happened to him? He would have told you, you practically talk everyday. It's obviously not good, based on how they looked when you'd entered.

"What...about him?"

It's Derek, who answers you next. His arms crossed, as they usually are. He looks troubled...but for who? For himself, for Peter?

"..we need you to cut contact with him..."

There it is. There's the catch to this conversation. Of course you were stupid for thinking it would have been something different.

"What?"

"It's dangerous for you to be his friend..."

Rolling your eyes, you scoff.

"...it's also dangerous to be in beacon hills, but none of us have left."

good point

"...(y/n)..."

Scott remarks.

"If you were friends with anyone else, that would be fine, but it's..."

"Peter Hale.". Stiles adds in, pointing his finger. "...and we haven't had the best history with him."

They have always had a problem with Peter.

Even when he's helped. Yes he’s done stuff in the past, and yes understandable they don’t trust him, but that was the past. He's changed. Why can't they at least give him a chance? ‘Cause everything he’s done has mainly been for his family

"...yeah..." you reply, pointing at each of them. "Yours. Your history with him, not mine"

Beginning to grow frustrated as every second passes.

"...I'm not going to just cut contact with him because you tell me to-"

"But he's evil.". Stiles raises an eyebrow, trying to point out the facts when they're not true.

"He's not evil...he’s done some things but he’s not evil.”

Closing a fist to fight back from punching something, you avert your eyes away from Stiles. Avert from everyone. They're your family, and families fight. The other's share glances trying to find a way to make what they want to happen, happen.

Next, Derek steps forward again.

"Please, (y/n). Just..."

"No..."

now, as you stare at him, a flicker of anger shows in your eyes.

"...I'm not going to, and if that's all you wanted me here for, then i'm leaving..."

a beat. a beat of silence follows, solidifying your point.

"Fine, i'm leaving..."

Turning on your heel you begin to leave, ignoring the looks. Before yoou can disapper, though, Stiles says something else.

"..Why do you care about Peter so much?"

Theres so many reasons why, but the main reason is what you admit. What you hadn't been meaning to, but now with your emotions everywhere you can't help to.

Walking over to the door, you stop. Not looking back, only looking forward.

"...because I love him."

Pushing the door open, leaving them exchanging surprised glances.

The door closes behind you. Running a hand over your face, like before, you walk through the hallway. Coming around the corner a few seconds later, walking straight into something- correction- someone- when you do.

It's not anyone from back there, it's actually who you hadn't been meaning to run into quite so soon. Without even looking up at the person you just know.

"...Peter..."

looking up, eyes meeting his. He looks...surprised, which means..

"You heard me...?"

He nods, but his expression is different. Different than it usually is. He's not wearing a smirk, or wanting to say something like a joke, his expression is one of surprise- of confusion- but mostly happiness.

Why? because he never thought you would feel this way, and, judging by your heart, you weren't lying.

So he begins to say something, but you catch him off guard by leaning your head against his chest.

"...i'm sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve to hear what they said..."

Snapping out of his initial shock, he slowly wraps an arm around you, letting you get more comfortable in his hold.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm used to it..."

"You shouldn't have to be Pete."

and, you're right, but you're the only one who thinks that. Peter sighs.

"...do you want to get out of here…?”

Pulling away from Peter, you look up at him.

"...please.”

They'd probably try and convince you, again, but you can't listen to them right now.

"...let's go..."

He presses a soft kiss to your head, lingering a moment. Then the two of you leave. When you get into his car, you're on the road soon enough.

Head resting against the window, you look out at the road trying to forget what had just happened. Before you reach where he's staying, Peter glances over at you. Heart-beat slowed back down, to a more even rate.

"...I...love you too, you know."

He notices how your heart-rate picks up, but then falls back to normal. Smitten: that's what you are. You're smitten with him. You look over at Peter with a smile, with such love in your eyes. Never has he made you feel the way anyone else, not that you're complaining,

After a moment you look out the window again, but this time you're unable to stop smiling.

[happyk44]

Nico agreeing when Percy first suggests he stay at camp. Percy wakes up in the middle of the night to a cold chill dripping down his spine. Panic hits him - more monsters?

But, no.

It's Bianca. She's standing, ghostly, on his floor. Her form is flickering in and out. Her gaze is firmly planted on the window, staring out at something.

He grabs Riptide and joins her. She says nothing as he pushes back the seashell curtain and catches sight of what she was looking at, what she wanted him to see.

Nico. Trudging off towards the trees.

Shit, Percy thinks as he rushes out the door. Nico doesn't even startle when he grabs his shoulder and pulls him to a stop. There's a sleeping bag tucked under his arm. His lips are downturned. He won't meet Percy's eyes.

"Where-" He exhales sharply. "Where you going?"

Nico kicks the dirt. "Home."

Percy grits his teeth and focuses on his breathing. "I thought you said you were gonna give it a shot. You know - staying here, being a camper." He gives Nico a friendly punch to the shoulder. "Making some friends."

"The friends thing was you," Nico mutters. He glanced past Percy, to Cabin Eleven. "I don't want to stay some place I can't sleep."

Brows furrowing, Percy crosses his arms. "What are you talking about?"

"Travis asked me to leave," Nico says, and a strange sense of calm washes over Percy like the trickling of water right before the burst of a dam. "Some of the others aren't comfortable with me there. They won't go to sleep. Or can't. I don't know." He stares at the ground. "He suggested I go sleep in the Big House."

"Then why-"

"I already asked Chiron about that," Nico cuts in. He tilts his head upwards, eye angry, defiant. They're like the endless void. "He said no. Can't show favouritism or something like that." He shoves the sleeping bag into Percy's hands. "So I'm going home. To my father."

Percy squeezes the bag in his hand so tight he fears it might burst on him. What's even in a sleeping bag, he wonders. "But-"

"But nothing. I don't need to try with these people." He slaps his chest firmly. "My siblings tried for centuries to fit in and all it got us was ostracized, bullied, or dead." Angrily, he points over to Cabin Eleven. The ground tumbles under his feet. "You think this is the first time we've been kicked out of that stupid cabin?"

Percy squeezes the bag tighter. Behind him, he can feel eyes watching him. Staring. Bianca, or maybe someone else, hidden deep in the shadows. Just waiting.

Nico stares at Percy with vicious eyes and sharper teeth. "Everyone thinks my father is some kind of inherent danger, and that, as his child, I must be too. Don't pretend you don't agree."

The bag drops from his hands as the air turns cold and frosty on his skin. "I don't believe you're dangerous!"

"You thought I wanted to kill you!" Nico seethes through clenched teeth. Percy withdraws and catches his breath. Anger has turned to pain, sadness, in Nico's eyes, his lips trembling. "You thought-" His voice cuts out with a strangled little noise that burns like a geyser right through Percy's core.

Bianca shimmers behind him. Her eyes are a void, drowning Percy as he looks at her. If Nico senses his sister, he doesn't show, but still Percy feels something watching his back.

Her voice echoed inside his head. Didn't you say you'd protect him? The darkness around them seems to come alive, tickling at his senses. Goosebumps litter up his arms. If you want him as safe as I do, let him go home. We have never been welcome here.

She disappears and the void breaks. Percy breathes.

"Okay," he says. With wet eyes, Nico blinks up at him. "It's not like I can stop you and... I go home at the end of every summer too so. Unfair for me to tell you not to. Just. Don't go around befriending anymore creepy ghosts, okay?"

It's quiet for just a moment. Then Nico nods sharply and turns on his heels. The darkness beckons him forward with twisted ink.

Percy runs and catches him on the shoulder once more. "I didn't think you wanted to me kill because I thought you were dangerous. I had this dream..." He trails off, unsure of how to explain.

"Dreams can lie, Percy," Nico says. He tilts his face away from him. Shadows cast across his pale skin, almost hiding him from view. "My dreams lie all the time."

"Yeah, but." Percy swallows. He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. Everything- We're fine, okay? I. You- Just. Stay safe and call me. If you need help."

The shadows don't pull back from Nico's face and his stony silence as Percy pulls away from him is as unreadable to Percy as a college level textbook. The shadows pull around Nico, almost like a hug, and he's gone. The darkness fades and spreads out.

Like nothing happened.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

A Night To Kill

When Ghost's nightmares haunt his dreams, he decided to roam the base in search for something to do. Unfortunately though, those long legs of his decided to bring him in front of Jade's room.

Luckily, Jade knows exactly what to do.

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley x Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin (OC) Word Count : ~ 5500 (I went a little bit overboard on this one) Prompt : Sleepover AU based on this ask by @ziadhid7 Warning : Full on Fluff, Some Good Ol' Cursings

Title and story inspired by the song Tourist by Yuna

Ghost woke up in a cold sweat. His breathing was fast and heavy as he registered that he's in his own room in Task Force 141's base, not the dark, cold, confinement of the wooden coffin Roba used to bury him in. Ghost covered his sweaty face with his hands, still trying to convince himself that this is the real world, not a nightmare.

Once his breathing calmed down, he moved his left hand down his chest, and stopped on his left rib, right above the big scar where Roba hanged him – the exact position where Jade punched him during the CQC. The wound itself has closed, it has long been healed. Supposed to be at least. 

But that punch by her triggered his trauma so much, it's like that hit was a key turn that unlocked his memories of torture that he'd buried deep inside him. 

And now he can't fucking sleep.

It's not her fault anyway. Jade didn't know anything about his past. All she'd known at that time was that Ghost's the annoying lieutenant of Task Force 141 who has some anger issues to sort out, and calls her infuriating names at that.

That was, until Jade forcefully opened his balaclava, exposing his whole face and identity to her. She's also aware of his struggles of staying asleep in peace. That midget knows more in a week than his fellow soldiers in months. It's like her presence forces him to show his true self, even if it's bit by bit.

Ghost took a deep breath, before sitting himself up as he realized that his shirt was soaked in his own sweat. He then changed his shirt with a new, clean one and wore his iconic skull-painted balaclava with black shades, going out of his room to find some air. Going back to sleep would result in the same outcome anyway. 

After ten minutes of walking around the halls of the base accompanied by the moonlight, he realized that it's only 0130 hours. If he didn't go to sleep, then what, is he going to walk around until 5 AM when he's supposed to wake up? Furthermore, Ghost is tired. Exhausted. He hadn't had a decent sleep since forever. His only form of sleep is during the daytime, when his body is so tired it decides to just shut down while he's sitting down. 

His big yawn proved his point.

So the lieutenant kept walking and walking while his brain tried to rack up a plan on how to sleep peacefully, or even what to do for three and a half hours to keep himself up. Cook? He's positively full. Grab a cigarette? He smoked the last fag yesterday. Practice range? The whole base will be suspicious. 

After finding no answer to his questions, he looked up, and finally, Ghost found himself standing before a room.

Jade's room. 

Ghost's standing at the women's barracks. Which were quite far from the men's. In the night. Alone.

Why the heck, did these cursed legs of his, bring him in front of Jade's door?

He pinched his temple through his balaclava. What did he wish from meeting her in the middle of the night? It’s 1.30 AM for God’s sake. She must’ve only slept around 2 or 3 hours, the last thing he wanted was Jade seeing him as the weird bloke who roams the base and wakes people up. 

Sounds a lot like a real ghost huh.

Except, she knew about Ghost’s circumstances. She's aware that he rarely sleeps judging by his dark under eyes and big eye pockets, although she knew nothing about his past stories, about his torture, his family, nothing about it. Yet Jade once found himself asleep during lunch, and it was all the confirmation she needed. That midget had this not-so-surprisingly high observation ability (she was an MI6 agent for fuck’s sake) that she used to survive.

Then, he started to lift his hands, and hit the door three times, a little too hard. 

The owner of the room expectantly opened the door in a hurry with sleepy and messily tied hair, face completely alert. “Ghost?! What happened? Is there an emergency call? An attack?” She asked hastily, looking around the entire hallway.

He really needs some power control on his hands.

Ghost stayed silent. “...Nothing’s happening. The mission's still tomorrow. If there’s an actual situation the alarm will activate throughout the whole place.” He muttered before gesturing his fingers to the ceiling. She’s not exactly a military personnel, so that’s fair she didn’t know. 

Hearing that, Jade’s face contorted into a confused one, her right hand resting on the door frame while the other rubbed her tired eyes from sleep and tried to adjust itself with the light as her room was dark, “So– what was that banging I heard from my door then?” 

“It was me.” He answered.

“...You?” Shifting her weight onto her hips, the ginger’s eyes grew softer as she connected the dots. She glanced at the watch on her wrist, 0145 hours, then looked up at his completely covered face. 

“Can’t sleep?” Damn her and her discernment.

“Yeah.” Ghost answered shortly. No need to sugarcoat things at this point. 

Both of them only stood in silence, him still awkward about not being able to sleep and actually seeked her in the middle of the night. He’s 30 years old, dammit, cringing at himself while standing 9 inches taller than the woman in front of him. 

After the long deafening silence, Jade clicked her tongue and looked him straight in his covered eyes. “What do you want from me?” Her words sounded soft. Not a single venom or judgment tone came out of her mouth. Just Jade, purely questioning what he wanted from her after waking her up.

“...I don’t know.” Another short answer, because he actually, genuinely, didn’t know what he wanted. 

Another silence, and finally, Jade nodded, ending the awkward situation, “Fancy a cup of tea?” 

Ghost tilted his head in surprise, “Tea?” 

“Yeah.” Confirmed her, lowering her hands to her hips, “I don’t know if this place has tea or not, but I actually brought a few boxes of tea packs.” She said, pointing at her back with her thumb.

“Now?” He asked again.

“No, tomorrow. Of course now, Ghost. Wait here, I'm gonna get changed.” She joked as she went into her room again, about to close the door, before Ghost halted the door with his hand.

“Where are we going to have this tea?” He inquired.

A few seconds, “What, are you afraid that people will see us in the mess hall?” She's many things. A mind reader could be one of them. “Fine, then where should we drink the tea? Here?” Jade retorted back, not expecting his answer to be a confirming nod.

“Oh." Jade bit her lower lip in contemplation, "Alright. We’ll drink in my room.” She relented.

“I’ll get the cups and water.” 

“Wait! wait wait wait.” Jade suddenly stopped him. “I stashed some cartons of milk in the fridge. Bring one. It’s in the far back.”

“You brought milk to the base? What are you, a child?”

She pulled out her unimpressed face, “Said the bloke who woke me up in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep.” She got him with that one. “Just go get it, will you?” Jade flailed her hands in the air in command.

He only huffed before walking fast to the mess hall, heating up water while taking two cups from the cupboard. He then stepped to the fridge, opening the door, finding three cartons of milk stashed deep inside the freezing box. 

She really came prepared.

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After braiding her hair into a loose fishtail, Jade turned on the lights, then rummaged through her bag to find the boxes of tea that her mother packed for her. There were three brand-new boxes of tea with different flavors each. Which one would Ghost like though? Well, she'll let him choose later anyway. 

Tidying up her room, Jade made some space on the floor for her and Ghost to sit on. These rooms weren't the biggest, that's for sure.

Ten minutes after Ghost woke her up, he finally knocked on her door again, now with a little less power. Jade opened the room, finding the man holding a cheap thermos containing water, while on his other hand hung two plastic cups containing two tea spoons.

She smiled, "Welcome to my humble abode, Mr. Ghost. Make yourself at home~" Jade jokingly acted. Ghost only scoffed and entered her room. 

This is his first time looking at her room. The first thing that he registered was the smell. Her room smells like…flowers? He didn't know what she did or if it's a woman… thing, but her files actually said that Jade was a florist during her inactive days, so that can explain the fragrance. The place was tidy and clearly had been prepared to welcome him here as the floor looked bare. 

They both sat on the floor, Jade on the side with her bed as back rest while Ghost sat on the opposite and put down all the stuff he brought. 

"Okay, so." Jade clapped her hands together and pulled out three packs of tea in front of him. "I have three types of tea in my possession. I have…green tea?" She put the green tea box down. Ghost lightly shook his head. 

"Chamomile tea?" The white colored box was placed right beside the green one. Again, Ghost shook his head.

"...Mixed berries?" She put the last box down slowly, hoping that he likes berries…at least?

Silence. 

"Don't you have any ordinary tea, Midget?" Ghost asked in dissatisfaction. 

"I like tea with tastes okay?? It's not like my mum packed this for you!" Jade exclaimed as she prepared the cups in front of her.

“Your mum packs for you?” Ghost asked jokingly.

“SHE SECRETLY SNUCK TEA INTO MY BAG! Now pick one.” She couldn’t believe him. Dear Lord, give her strength!

Ghost sighs, "Fine. I'll have what you have. Not the berries, though." He stated as he folded his arms.

Jade stared at him for a few seconds, before taking the green tea and mixed berries boxes away. "Let's have the lightest one, chamomile tea, shall we? Wouldn't want something too strong at 2 AM."

"Hm." Ghost finally relented, taking the thermos up as Jade put the chamomile tea packs on each cup. He poured the hot water onto the cups while she poured some milk, taking four sugar cubes and putting it on her own cup. "How many sugar cubes do you want?"

"Two." He said, putting the thermos away. Both of them then waited for the tea to infuse itself. Staring at the teas as the water turned yellow in color.

"...Looks like piss." He mumbled out of nowhere.

Jade giggled at his thoughtless comment, "It kinda does, actually."

Finally, the tea is prepared and they're ready to drink. 

Ghost and Jade lifted their own cups of tea. The woman took a sip of the tea first while Ghost hadn't.

"You didn't put any sleeping pills on this tea right?" Ghost retorted. 

Immediately her tea went down the wrong pipe, resulting in her coughing over and over. "Why would I do that to you?!" 

"Can't be too careful." He said before opening his mask up to his nose, taking a sip of the chamomile tea as Jade could only shake her head in disbelief.

She looked at him as he drank the tea. He didn't show any sign of liking it nor disliking it as the only thing she could see was his mouth. 

"How is it?" Jade asked.

Lowering down his cup, he finally said, "That's alright." before sipping again. That put a smile on her face. 

"What kind 'ordinary' tea do you like, if I may ask?" She started the conversation.

"Black tea's my go-to back in the UK. Drinks in rations aren't exactly variable." 

"Oh. Suits you, I guess." 

"What about you?" He asked back.

"I actually love green tea with honey the most. But today I, uh… feel like drinking something different."

"Hm."

For a while they sat together, drinking their own tea in silence. No need for forced conversations. Just tea and company. Ghost didn’t know the last time he felt like this with someone, a woman, at that. She didn’t seem like the loud type, rather the silent type, but can talk when she’s required to. 

This is… enjoyable.

“Wanna play cards?” Jade’s words broke the silence. Her cup was halfway empty while Ghost’s almost done. 

“You brought playing cards, too?” 

“Not playing cards.” Standing up, she went to her bags and fished out a deck of colorful cards, showing it to Ghost. 

“...UNO cards? Are you serious?” 

“Hey, don’t judge! I play UNO with the kindergarten kids back home so this is the only thing I’ve got, okay?” She defended her UNO cards while sitting down in front of him again, pulling all the cards out from the cover. “Besides, I don’t wanna expose kids to playing cards that early, don't you think?”

“We’re adults, Midget.” 

“Ah ah." Jade lifted her index finger, "I prefer the term ‘kids at heart’, Mr. Ghost. Sometimes the child in me just wanna match colors and numbers, that’s all.” Jade stated while mixing the cards in her hands. 

Lo and behold, the cards fell all over the floor because of her clumsy hands. “Oh, blimey.” She instinctively tried to pick up the littered cards, not expecting Ghost’s hands to join hers.

Both of them stopped at the touch, looking up at each other’s eyes. Even though Jade couldn’t see his eyes due to his shades, she could feel him staring at hers too. The atmosphere felt so intense as she could literally hear her own unbelievably loud  heartbeat. It was obnoxiously, very loud.

What, is it because Ghost's hand happened to touch her own because he wanted to help? This is very childish. Too childish. She's 27 for God's sake!!

Ghost moved his hands to gather the UNO cards, snapping her out of her thoughts. Jade blinked hard to come back to reality. Whatever the hell that was, that could have won the award for the most awkward moment of the year. GOSH.

"Looks like your hands are too tiny to shuffle the cards, Midget." He started, shuffling the deck of cards on his bigger hands. 

"I–It's been a long time, alright. There were too many cards for just the two of us anyway. Let's just use half of the cards, or we're gonna play until the sun rises." 

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"UNO!" Jade shouted as she put her second-to-last card.

"W-What is that?" 

"Don't you know? If you have one card left you have to say 'UNO!" or you'll have to draw 4 wild cards." The red haired woman explained.

"Okay so UNO!" Ghost shouted back.

"No! You have to say it before I say it!" She laughed as grumbling sounds could be heard from the man's mouth. 

"Well that's fine by me, Midget, because no matter who says it first…" He took one card, lifted it so high before slamming it hard on the floor, she swore she could feel the ground vibrate, "You're taking four more, if you don't have a red card." A devilish smile could be heard from behind that mask as she looked at the +4 card he just pulled.

"DAMMIT!!" Jade whined loudly as she only had a yellow card number 6 on her hands. "But if from the wild cards I draw there's a red card I can put it down."

"Where the fuck did that rule come from?!" 

"From me! My room, my rules!" 

"Is this how you play with the kids too? Setting up new fucking rules for your own benefit, innit?!"

"No!" Jade countered, feeling offended, "I set up the rules so they can win, Ghost. Some kids that age still have trouble differentiating colors and numbers!"

"Oh really?! Then I get to set my own rules too." Again, he slammed an UNO reverse card. "Let's switch decks." Ghost said as he gestured to Jade's 5 cards. 

When she saw that Ghost still had 12 more, she couldn't believe what she heard, "WHAT?! UNO reverse cards are used to switch directions, not switch card decks! I'm overruling this rule!" 

"Then overrule that ridiculous rule of yours too!" He accusingly pointed at her.

"SHEESH!! Fine! Game on, Beanpole."

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After 30 minutes of 'UNO!', 'NO I SAID IT FIRST', 'THAT'S NOT THE RULE' and 'YOU CAN'T ADD +4 TO A +4', they finally gave up and decided to end the game with a draw.

"Wow. You're fucking infuriating at games, Midget." Ghost said as he rested his head on the wall.

"You're the one who came to my room, Beanpole. I just wanna make this night fun to kill. Besides," Jade smiled as she leaned in to tidy up the cards. Ghost too decided to help. "I swear this game is better with more company. UNO with only two people is hell." 

"Let's not play this bloody game ever again." The man huffed while taking the cards onto his hands.

"Maybe next time we can bring Soap, Roach, and the others to play as well." 

"Not a chance. Meat and Roach will set this base on fire." He retorted, prompting a light laugh from the woman in front of him. This time though, their hands brushed over and over, yet they couldn't care less about it as they're too exhausted to care. 

After they put the cursed card game away, the both of them stared at their tea cups. They're already in the 3rd cup. At this point all they want to do was to close their eyes, off to the dream world already.. Ghost realized that he's at his most tired state in the longest time thanks to that damned card game when he yawned.

Seeing him yawn, Jade asked, "You feel like sleeping now?" She stood up and turned to her bags to tidy her belongings.

That question made him close his eyes in contemplation. It's half past two. He could use all the sleep time he could get. However, there's no guarantee that the nightmares won't come back to haunt him again. If he goes back to his room and tries to sleep, it's like going back to square one. 

Ghost sighed, "I really want to sleep, but I really don't know if I can do it peacefully." He said before lifting his shades up to his forehead, rubbing his tired eyes in the process with his fingers.

Jade hummed in understanding, taking all the tea packs and sugars up to the bedside table, trying to at least make the room a little decent looking to sleep in. After a few seconds of thinking though, the woman turned around. "Ghost, what if today you sleep he–OH MY GOSH YOUR EYES ARE RED." She exclaimed upon looking at the man's eyes. They were bloodshot and slanted, eyebags so massive it could crumble at any point.

"That bad, innit?" He covered his eyes again in an attempt to compress those eyes with the palm of his hand.

"No shite, you look like you're about to drop dead." Jade sat back down in front of him, voice full of worry, "You need to sleep, now." 

"I know I should, Midget, yet now I can barely sleep more than 2 hours. I have no bloody idea on what to do with it." He stated tiredly. 

Well, this is hard. 

But it's worth a try. 

"Ghost." Jade called his name.

"Hm." 

"...Wanna sleep here?" 

Another silence, "You want me to sleep with you…?" 

"Not that kind of sleep, of course. I mean, sleep in this room, with me." 

"Yeah I know, that's what I meant, Midget. What exactly are you planning?" He asked in confusion. Should the last thing she wanted was a dude sleeping in her room?

The ginger huffed, "Call this weird if you want, however… Back home, when I worked at one of the orphanages, there were tons of kids with nightmares as a result of abuse and just, you know, kids being kids." She told him. "And throughout my experiences, I found one common thing that all of them say." 

"What is it?"

"They want me to sleep beside them." Stated Jade softly as Ghost still looked into her eyes.  "And usually, it works wonders. Now, I don't know what works for you. I mean, you're a big lad, and you can make your own choices." Jade shrugged while gesturing at his figure, "All I'm saying is, since what you've been trying has still left you awake, we might as well try something diff–"

"Okay." He cut her words. That caught her off-guard, obviously. She thought that he'd be against it at first, considering how prideful he was the first time she met him. And now he's accepting her offer for a sleepover. That's a change.

"Oookay. Let me think of something." Jade turned around to face the bed while clapping her hands together. There's only one bed.

"We won't fit in that scrawny bed, though, won't we." Said Ghost as he stared at the single bed in the room. No way in hell both of them can sleep side by side with that. The military isn't one for big, luxurious beds in base either.

"Exactly my thoughts. Now what do we do?" Jade scratched her head, trying to think of a solution.

Not long, Ghost got an idea. 

"Midget, you don't happen to have a problem with your back, don't you?" He inquired.

"Hm? Uh… no. Not really. Why?" 

"Would you be opposed to the idea of sleeping on the floor?" 

"On the floor?" As Jade thought about it, it actually was kind of a solid idea. The floor was decent in width, it could definitely  fit the both of them together with some sort of distance between them. The hard surface problem wasn't really a problem as her body isn't that stiff either. And judging by Ghost himself who offered the solution, she guessed he's okay with hard surfaces too. 

After considering all the possibilities, Jade agreed. "No, yeah. We can do that, absolutely. Only if we lay the blanket on the floor though, just to have some sort of bedding, however little." She confirmed before taking the blanket from her bed and laid it down on the floor. 

She also took her pillow, giving it to Ghost. "Here, use this one."

"...what about you?"

Jade put some of her clothes out of her bag until the height was acceptable for her neck, zipping it up, before putting it down on the laid blanket. "Bag-pillow." Ghost shrugged in confirmation. That works too. 

She's the one to lay down first on the blanket, placing her head on the bag-pillow.  The blanket at least helped to stay warm in the night until the time they should wake up.

"This is not bad, actually." Jade tilted her head at Ghost, who's still standing at the end of the 'bed'. She then tapped the empty side on her right inviting him to lay down next to him. "Come here."

Ghost relented, kneeling down to place the pillow beside her head, before finally laying down right beside her. The both of them stared at the dimly-lit white ceiling with no exchange of words. 

Falling into a comfortable silence once again, Ghost crossed his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to not touch her, because he realized that they are positively, very close to each other. He could even hear her steady deep breaths because there were barely 3 inches of distance between them, and if one of them shifted even only for a little, they're guaranteed to touch. 

Ghost made that into the objective of the night : 'Sleep peacefully without coming in contact with Jade.'

In order to successfully achieve that, the man shifted, sleeping on his right, back facing her to minimize any risk of contact with her. He just had to keep in mind not to move too much. Not that he moves a lot when asleep, though.

"Sleep tight, Ghost."

He could hear Jade's low voice from behind her. Judging from her tone, she's ready to sleep, too, obviously. He's the one who ruined her sleep, after all.

And so, Ghost responded in the only way he knew, "Hm." He mumbled in response while closing his heavy eyes.

“I’m right beside you if you need anything.” 

“...I know.”

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The warmth of the sun ray hit her skin, prompting her sleepy eyes to open. Jade’s first instinct was to register that she’s not sleeping on her usual bed. The floor was hard and solid beneath her, which explains the dull pain on her ribs. 

However, the first thing she saw with her eyes though, was Ghost’s face – sleeping face, maskless, shadeless – face, was right in front of hers. 

The last time he saw his face was when Jade forcefully opened his mask during the sparring bet, and she made a point not to ever, ever again do that as it's a breach of his privacy. In fact, Jade's still beating herself up over how immature she was, to pry into his most well guarded secret like that. And now, she's seeing Ghost's face, him not knowing, cheeks fluttering red, precisely how she had reacted upon seeing him the first time. 

She couldn’t even start to think what happened last night that they ended up facing each other like this, because she felt a heavy object resting itself on her waist, and true to her thoughts, it was indeed his right arm. 

Jade’s eyes are opened wide now. She’s fully awake in this situation. Tilting her head upwards to see the clock on the wall that said 0456 hours. There were still four minutes left until her alarm activated. What should she do? She couldn’t move a single inch or else he’ll wake up. There’s no way in hell she’d risk prompting the awkward moment that will happen if she tried to get out of his arms. No way. 

Out of nowhere, Ghost grumbled and stirred in his sleep. 

There was only one word she could think of.

shit shit shit shit shit shit

Jade closed her eyes tight. 

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A small movement woke him up. Ghost blinked his eyes rapidly to adjust himself to the light entering the room. Not even ten seconds into waking up, he’s shocked by the sight in front of him. There laid Jade, peacefully sleeping on her side, facing him. 

The light made him realize that he wasn’t covering his face at all, too. At some point in the night he must’ve taken off his shades as it was pressing on the side of his face. It turned out he also removed his balaclava, too. She didn't see his face yet, did she? It looks like she's fast asleep.

What’s even more messed up was the fact that he failed his objective, which was not to touch Jade the whole night together. Such a simple and easy objective he thought it was, yet he clearly, gloriously, failed as Ghost found his left hand resting on her waist.

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mumbled silently in a low timbre, still heavy with sleep before sitting up right, lifting his left hand slowly and steadily in an attempt to not wake her up.

She didn't. Good. 

Ruffling his jet black bed hair, he looked at Jade's sleeping face. Her loosely braided red hair the night before had turned messy and fell all over her face. Face relaxed, laying on her left side. She’s pretty, he’ll give her that. This woman has punched him on his rib, opened his balaclava that he never opened outside his own room, all in the span of a month.

And that fucking hand of his decided to sneak itself up to her waist. 

Ghost sighed at himself, burying his face on his palms. He’s getting too comfortable with her. This could go bad quickly if he cannot stay composed. 

He glanced up at the clock. 04.59.

Ghost stood up like a meerkat, wore his balaclava and shades in a world record speed, preparing to book it outside of her room, before he remembered to take the cups, spoons, and sugars that he brought here himself. 

Before he could get the stuff on his arms, the alarm rang. SHIT.

“Ghost.” 

Jade’s voice stopped his tracks, slowly turning his head to face her. Luckily his face was already covered with the mask, or else she'd see the most ridiculous face he'd ever made.

“Just relax, will you? What's the rush anyway?” she started sitting up, rubbing her eyes before tidying up her hair into a bun. 

Ghost only watched as the woman stood up, taking her pillow and blanket that they slept on and folding the fabric tidily back onto her own bed. 

"I have to go back quickly to my room. The boys can't see me walking around near the women’s barracks this early or else these muppets will be thinking ridiculous things." He grumbled at the thought. Usually the soldiers will start showing up around five minutes after 5 AM. He thought he could use that window of time to escape. 

Jade only realized it now, "You're actually right about that. Blimey." She then quickly gathered up all the things Ghost brought over to her room up onto his arms messily. "You should go. Go go go." 

"I'm going now." The lieutenant wore his shoes thoughtlessly while Jade opened the door for him. He jumped out of her room to the halway, ready to fast walk to his own.

Jade suddenly stepped out, "Ghost wait!!" 

"What?!" He turned around grumpily.

A pause, "Did you sleep tight, at least?"

He had to wait a moment to remember the last two and a half hours. It was empty. He didn't dream of anything. Even if he did, he didn't remember any of it. 

"I did." He replied shortly.

Her face turned into a relieved one. "Great. Glad it worked."

"Yeah. Thanks, Midget." His voice turned pleasant, still with that annoying nickname he gave her though. That won't go away any time soon.

Jade lightly chuckled, "Anytime, Beanpole. Now shoo! Before someone sees you." Commanded her as her hands flailed back and forth. She watched as Ghost ran towards the direction of his room silently to avoid making too much noise. 

Once he's out of sight, she went inside her room again, closing the door, before pressing her back up to it. 

Did Ghost just sleep in her room? And she's the one who initiated it?

Jade took a deep breath, exhaling all the air out as she walked over to sit on her bed. 

Good thing it didn't go too weird. He couldn't sleep, so he went to her for some sort of solution, right? That was all, right?

Why her, though?

Jade clicked her tongue, dismissing the thought before she thought of something that isn't even true. She then glanced at the white colored tea box, taking it into her hand. 

2 hours earlier…

Ghost was having his broad back on hers. Mask still wrapped around his head, he didn't even move an inch since half an hour ago he only hummed to her as a form of 'good night'. She looked at his back earnestly.

Seeing his eyes that red from his inability to sleep genuinely hurts her heart. Jade had no idea at all about his past. All she knew from Roach was that 'he was tortured' and 'his family paid the price for it'. She didn't know the details at all. She never even dared to ask him about it. It's his story to tell after all. Who is she to pry and dig into his past? The only thing she wishes for him is that he found his peace with it, because even though it was hard, she did.

Honestly speaking, Jade's forgot how many times she was tortured. Being an MI6 black agent since you were 8 does that to you, she guessed. She’s closing in to almost 20 years of being an MI6 agent now that she’s 27. It’s kind of fucked up to think that she couldn’t think of any more torture methods she hadn’t seen, hear, or experienced. Her body is a constellation of scars as the living proof of it. 

Ghost's a strong man. He's one of the toughest soldiers that she's ever had the pleasure to fight, there's no doubt about that. He's a part of SAS after all. The man's competent and leads like a true leader with a strong mentality. So what did he experience that it made him this way? 

The woman sighed at that thought. 

All she could do to help was this. Just let him sleep beside her. Lending him her presence, hoping that in some sense, it granted him some sort of security and calm.

Seeing him unmoving, Jade decided to call him in a low, half-whispering voice, "Ghost?"

No answer.

"...Beanpole?"

He snored, loudly.

Jade could only scoff before closing her eyes, ready to sleep. Chamomile tea works after all.

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So that's it guys! I plan this just to be a 3k fic at most but my brain can't stop working at night as my imagination skyrockets.

Hope you love this fic ( ´ ▿ ` )

[lunathebee]

hello beautiful person!, is it possible i could request a one shot with marc where you are stressed out because of work, you got sick, and you guys got into an argument that just put the cherry on top? i love your writing so much and i love angst and you were the perfect person i could think of. if you can not, i completely understand. thank you so much!!❤️

Pairing: husband!Marc Spector x wife!fem!reader

Warning: angst (a lot), cursed words, mostly yelling dialogue

A/n: this fic genuinely broke me tbh, I love angst but sometimes it's a curse 😭 you said "cherry on top" and my job is to served

Summary: You are sick, physically and mentally because of Marc

Y/n are sick.

She is so sick of her job and her husband that she becomes physically ill, vomiting up any food she forced herself to eat and crying over any minor inconvenience.

Everything is so hard. She thought marrying Marc was the right decision. Now look at her, sick and uncared for, alone with the emptiness and cold wind blowing through the window.

If it's not because of the wedding ring on her finger, people would think she is still single. That's what the old lady from the pharmacy store also thinks of. "You shouldn't be out when you're sick. Where is your husband?"

The question is like a knife digging inside Y/n's heart. She blinks her eyes a few times to stop the tears forming before asking how much the medicine is worth, earning a pity look from the old lady.

After buying some medicine, Y/N dragged herself home, eyes hazy and barely breathing through her nose. She remembers there is still some leftover soup in the fridge; maybe that will help her get better.

Y/n reached in her bag for the house's key, not realizing the door was not locked; someone had already been home before her.

"Babe...where have you been?"

Y/n doesn't even bother to answer Marc's question, her mind filled with the image of a piping hot bowl of soup.

"I said...where have you been?" Marc grabs Y/N's arm, stopping her from going to the kitchen. Maybe Y/n is getting too weak, she feels as if Marc's grip is a burning hot iron, ready to crush her arm.

Y/n held up the bag filled with pill tablet and a small bottle, eyes refused to look at Marc. She doesn't know how he is going to react, but that doesn't matter anymore. "I bought medicine. Can't you see? "

"Why don't you tell me you're sick? Babe, why are you hiding it from me?" The concern in Marc's voice only makes Y/n want to laugh, and she does. She laughs so hard that tears fill her eyes.

"Hiding? What are you talking about, Marc? I've been sick for WEEKS in my own house, which I share with my HUSBAND. Y/n pushed Marc away with her hand, making him stumble back in shock.

Before he could even say anything, Y/n glared at him and gritted her teeth. "No...no, you don't get to talk, it's still my turn, you hear me?"

Marc held up his hands in defeat, letting Y/n talk without interrupting her.

"I.am.sick of you. I don't know when you changed, Marc, but you're not the same man I used to know, or at least the same man I married. You're never home, you barely stay with me anymore, all because of your stupid superhero crap! " Y/n speaks with tears running down her cheeks. She doesn't even bother to wipe them off.

"Y/n...listen, I know you're upset, I know, but I can't just push my job aside, this is-"

"THEN WHY WOULD YOU EVEN MARRIED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?"

Marc's speech got cut off when Y/n yelled at him, her whole body trembled with rage to the point she turn red.

"Ok now you're just switching the topic, what does me not knowing you're sick got to do with us marrying and my job?! GOD" Marc punches the wall in anger, making a big hole in it.

The loud noise makes Y/n stunned and intentionally takes a step back. She feels scared and worried about Marc. Before meeting him, Y/N knew he suffered from anger issues, but she brushed it off as it rarely happened, never in a million years would Y/N think she was now the victim of it.

As much as she knows Marc would never hit her, she can't live like this anymore.

"You're the most SELFISH IDIOTIC PERSON I HAVE EVER MET"

"WHAT DO YOU EVEN KNOW"

"Oh, I know a lot. Got nothing to do with your job? Marc are you FUCKING INSANE? You don't care about me anymore! Everyday I wake up and you are gone, and every night I sit in the kitchen with one light on, waiting for you to get home so I can heat up the food, and when you're finally home, YOU WENT TO SLEEP. "

"Because I am tired?! Imagine working almost 24/7 a DAY, I didn't told you to wait, you could go to sleep, LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN"

"I'm not just a normal human! I AM YOUR WIFE, Marc. I am your fucking wife. Could you imagine how my life would turn out if I hadn't married you? You wipe me off your life, how do you end up? Still the same superhero in your glamour suit. What if I wipe YOU off my life? My life would be...so much....so much better...than THIS"

Y/N kneels down to the floor, clutching her chest and lets out a painful cry. She doesn't care if the neighbors hear her, she doesn't care about anything anymore, this is her final straw.

Marc doesn't look so much better. It hurts him to see how much you're in pain. Your tears drive him insane. He just wants to hug you, to comfort you, but he knows you will never let him do that again.

Never.

[essayofthoughts]

Okay okay, I’ve got two for ya, one lighthearted and fun and the other angsty so dealers choice:

1)Minor Illusion with Percy and Delilah (or Orthax)

2)Polymorph with Keyleth and Percy

👍✨ hope this helped ❤️

See, you say this but 1. I am contrary, and 2. I am an angst gremlin! So we'll be taking number #2 for a punch in the gut, thank you Skele!

Percy avoids all of them after they chase Orthax out. Some of that may just be because he's sulking over the List - Keyleth wouldn't be surprised; her best friend is a lot more emotional than he likes to pretend - but honestly, she thinks it's much more likely that now they know for certain why he's a tiefling, he's just not... dealing well.

Honestly, she can't imagine she'd deal well, realising she'd changed something so fundamental about herself without realising, let alone that it came along with a demon deal, but also she thinks Percy is being a bit stupid about it, maybe? They're his friends and they love him and every burden is easier to bear when it's shared: he shouldn't have to be alone.

It takes her some time to find him. He's not in his room or the workshop he's claimed, or visiting his sister, or down in the acid chambers by the ziggurat. She ends up going Minxie just to try to sniff him out, and then has to turn back into herself twice when she scares some poor maids cleaning out the old parlours and in the end she gives up and Polymorphs herself into a housecat because then maybe she won't scare people so much.

She's gotten so used to being able to use Minxie, she really should be more mindful.

Still, once she catches his scent it's not too tricky to find him. He's curled up in a small tower room, tucked into a window seat and leaning his head back against bare stone almost the same colour he is.

It doesn't escape her notice that he jumps when she turns back to herself.

"Keyleth," he says and...

Oh. Does he sound shaken?

"Are you okay?" she says. "You've been avoiding us-"

"I rather thought I'd scared you," he says, swallowing. "Given-"

He had, a bit. It was... it was awful seeing her friend slowly become a monster and how willing he was to be cruel and horrible but... Orthax is gone now. And she doesn't think Percy would be hiding from them if it wasn't partially for their sakes. Percy can be arrogant, yes, and entitled, but he also respects the hell out of them? And she remembers what he'd said, when they'd started wondering if he really was in control of himself. She doesn't think he wants to hurt them, not really.

"A little," she admits, settling on the other end of the windowseat, leaning her staff against the wall. "But- also worried about you?"

He blinks at that - he always blinks at that, like they shouldn't care about him and it always confuses her, how Percy can be the most confident, arrogant person in a room and then... be like that. It's like he doesn't think he's worth anything while still demanding everything.

"Are you okay?" she asks again, because he still seems a little off.

He lets out a long breath - she thinks it wobbles a bit and narrows her eyes.

"I'll be fine," he says.

"Percy~" she says, half a whine, because he should know better by now. She doesn't want him to be fine at some point. She wants to know if she can help him now.

Percy doesn't say anything but that's normal. Keyleth's spent enough time in silence with Percy to know when he's silently thinking and planning something to say as opposed to just thinking to himself. At least there's no smoke now, wisping up from his collar - just his usual sooty fingertips and charcoal-touched ears.

"It's unsettling," he says quietly, staring out the window. "Seeing you-" He waves a hand, claws flashing pearlescent in the light from the window. "Changing forms isn't-"

Oh. Oh. Of course.

"I mean-" she says. "I won't- I won't do that to you, if you don't want me to."

Percy's bark of laughter is sudden but he is smiling, so she'll take that as a good sign. "Keyleth dear," he says fondly, "You did Hold Person me when Scanlan tossed the List in the acid."

"You would have dived in!" she says. "We didn't want you to get-"

Oh.

"You don't like being restrained," she says. Percy doesn't say anything. "You could have told me," she grouses.

Though. She supposes he didn't get a chance to before: it's not like it'd ever come up. They don't usually get into fights with each other.

"I'm sorry," she offers. He twitches, but doesn't look at her, still staring out the window. It is a nice view - Whitestone's all edged in frost, snow slowly drifting down. If the wind doesn't change they'll be covered by Winter's Crest. "Percy?"

"I don't remember being changed," he admits. "I don't think I want to."

[thedeal-if]

Not gonna lie here, but something kinda died inside of me, when i saw that Nathan is pretty much allergic to children(cause i adore them irl), but it made me wonder about two things.

Oh and i can completely understand why certain ROs are just not made to have childeren.

1: I was wondering why can't angels get children, considering that irl there are beeings like nephilim/cambions described in Myths, Tales, Books etc.. Does that mean that in this universe there are no halfbreeds(not meant in a derogatory way), between different species?

2: Following up with the ask about kids, how would the ROs react(those who actually can get children in a biological way), to accidently becoming a parent? Answer only if comfortable

I have to say that maybe I worded it wrong but Nathan isn't allergic to children, dw anon!! He has always had very important things on his plate and it has never left him any time to think about anything else. It's kinda sad but Nathan only began to truly live his life the moment he started to Fall.

When it comes to children, if his partner asked he'd be like "Oh, that's right, those exist" and just *shrug*. Nathan has never given having kids any thought but he could be convinced ^^

He is very much allergic to being responsible tho... But who knows? People evolve, they can change. They can meet good influences, bad influences. Really, who knows?

1. Okay, td lore! I'm trying not to mention much and I'm crossing my fingers not to get asked about my worldbuilding because I cave to pressure too easily and will definitely gush lol. Tbh I thought it'd be much more fun for people to realize this as they play, finding out things alongside MC and all that. But maybe some explanations are in order 🕴️

To clarify: Christian/Catholic/Judaism/etc lore is, of course, the foundation of my own, but don't expect me to follow the Bible to a t 🫂 I always meant for The Deal to be a reimagining of religion as we know it, but I've included many more layers in terms of... everything (ex. Lovecraftian lore)! I think it's pretty interesting to take the core of a topic and rewrite some of it to make it more exciting.

Needless to say, I don't mean any disrespect towards religion in any way shape or form but sticking to it blindly has always rubbed me the wrong way as a person who isn't and has never been religious.

Now, the answer to your question (sorry for the rant 😭💕) ik about Nephilim and cambions (as someone who's read superstition a billion times), and Nephilim aren't a thing here. Cambions are tho!

When it comes to Angels... Think of them as one of those automated machines in factories. They fulfill their function and are scraped or thrown away when broke beyond repair. That's kind of how the Gods see Angels.

I've promised myself to say nothing about Genies until MC at least meets Aliyah. But let's just say she can't procreate either.

2. As for the accidental parent scenario I'll leave it below the cut (dw btw I'd say it's pretty hard to make me uncomfortable lol I'll answer anything)

Dante, Lilith, Josh, Victor, and Eden can have biological children! Villanelle is technically on that list but she's very much sex repulsed and won't ever be in this situation🫂

Though Dante isn't stoked at the thought of children this kind of changes when he thinks of that kid as his. He's not that taken aback by surprises—even if they're major ones like having a child—Dante likes taking challenges with a smile. If he feels like it's his choice and his partner isn't forcing the idea of parenthood on him, Dante would accept his role with a very positive outlook ^^

Doesn't mean he'll be a good dad tho lol

Lilith feels deeply troubled by her nature and thinks that it'd be best not to create any more beings of hell. She has ingrained a very cataclysmic point of view about any potential children she might have. To Lilith, motherhood is a dream. But not like that.

She'd be such a good mom tho💕

Josh feels like he's been punched in the gut lol he can't handle unexpected turns of events. If it's something his partner is excited about Josh would try not to bring the mood down, he'd want to see it as a positive thing. Definitely would read parenthood blogs for hours during the entire pregnancy.

Victor would be so excited I think he'd forget about any complicated situations and all his problems as soon as his partner told him. It's always been one of Victor's deepest and most profound dreams, and to have his partner fulfill it— he would never dare to even consider it an accident. Much like Josh he'd be the World's most prepared Upcoming Dad™ lol

Eden doesn't typically panic but he would lose his mind lol. I said he kind of leaned towards preferring not to have children but for the entire situation to be forced on him like that would be overwhelming. If the situations are right, if Eden feels like he has the specific kind of support he would need to parent a child... He might change his mind and not be so negative about it ^^

[camels-pen]

wrong conclusions

Summary: It was still a little hard for Mikey to wrap his head around, but he was starting to get it.

based on @roundaboutnow's prompt "There's a ghost attack and Danny can't get away to transform- so he fights the ghost in human form, much to everyone's surprise." and @echoghost1's prompt "One of Danny’s classmates notices something off about him and comes to their own conclusion as to what Danny truly is. Who is it and what do they think he is?"

Ao3 Link

Mikey… wasn’t really sure what he was looking at.

“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s pool day! I got new trunks just for today!”

Danny was yelling at a ghost, already a strange occurrence, but he was also riding on its back and choking it out.

And it was a massive ghost snake.

“Why don’t you just fuck off so I can have a nice day at the pool, huh?!” The snake swung its head around, but Danny held on effortlessly. “Just go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and I’ll pretend I never saw you!” 

It should’ve surprised him, as he watched the fight on the road while surrounded by his classmates and teacher, that Danny was doing all this. 

It should’ve. 

It didn’t.

The snake managed a strangled hiss. Danny kicked its body. “I’ll show you a ‘wimpy prey animal’!”

Danny continued to kick at it, even briefly letting go of its neck to punch it in the eye. The snake hissed loudly and redoubled its efforts to remove him. It gave a violent shake of its head before attempting to slam Danny into the ground. He let go at the last second and the snake ended up knocking itself out on the pavement, leaving a small crater beneath it. 

He patted dust off his jeans. “That’ll fucking show you to mess with me on pool day.” Sam called out to him and tossed him a… thermos?

It sucked up the snake in a blue flash of light. Oh, it must’ve been one of his parents’ inventions.

He tossed the thermos back to Sam and grabbed his bag from Tucker, who’d picked it up at some point. Mikey thought it would’ve been long gone when Danny dropped it to launch himself at the ghost snake. It had fallen pretty close to one of the huge puddles of the snake’s acid scattered around the schoolyard and currently still melting through the walls.

It was still a little hard for Mikey to wrap his head around, but he was starting to get it.

The constant falling asleep in class. The too bright eyes. The sharp teeth. The uncanny accuracy of his bladder to predict a ghost attack. The unnatural grace coupled with the hard-to-believe clumsiness—like seriously, how could someone drop that many beakers in one month? 

And now this?

It all pointed to one thing.

“Mr. Lancer, can you please not cancel pool day?” Danny clasped his hands in front of him. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

Danny Fenton was a vigilante, doing his best to save people from ghost attacks in the dead of night, while also trying to keep his secret.

That he was also, somehow, a vampire.

As Danny tried to bargain with Mr. Lancer like his life (unlife?) depended on it, Mikey smiled to himself. He’d keep Danny’s noble cause a secret, of course, but he couldn’t wait to corner him later to ask about getting turned into one himself.

[justsalpals]

Okay, I need to throw my hat into the ring on this Disco Elysium swap AU. I don't usually go for swap AUs beyond an aesthetic appreciation, but this one has me enthralled. I simply must give my two cents and headcanons immediately. A bunch of disconnected ideas that I can't get out of my head, so sorry if they jump all over from point to point.

First off, it's very important to me that they not just be Harry and Kim in each other's bodies. For example: Kim can't have the skill voices. It's just not how he thinks. Harry's brain talks to itself to process his thoughts, and Kim writes it all out in his notebook. Swap!Kim doesn't carry a notebook, perhaps was more successful than Harry at flushing it down the toilet, but you know what he's always got on hand? Himself. He takes notes and processes ideas by writing it down on his skin, his arms full of half-formed scribbled ideas and words that seem like nonsense out of context. In a mirror of canon Harry with the ledger, when Kim wakes up his arms are covered in smudged and illegible ink he'd tried to wash away.

Kim is always stealing pens. Asking people if he can "borrow" theirs because he "lost" his. He absolutely has not lost any of them. Pen hoarder. Harry offered his own pencil in the beginning, and Kim's face screwed up like he wanted to shove that pencil in someone's throat (be it Harry's or his own). No shitty pencils, only pens. Do not give him yours, or it is gone forever.

At the beginning, Harry had no idea that Kim had lost his memory. It took DAYS. Kim would never admit it out loud, relying on his extreme Resting Bitch Face and pointed silence to pretend he knew what was happening at any moment. When Harry first met him at the Whirling? Kim just stomped right past him as Harry tried to introduce himself, having to trail after the seemingly pissed off (truthfully just tired and confused) lieutenant. He only realized when they met Evrart (who doesn't actually know about the amnesia, because Kim hasn't been advertising it all over Martinaise).

[Evrart: "Mr. Du Bois, Mr. Kitsuragi!"

Kim: "Oh, is that me?"

Composure: It's so slight, had you not been studying the detective's face constantly you may have missed it, but his eyebrows twitch upwards fractionally.

Empathy: This is not mocking or an attempt at levity, as he'd like you to believe. It's genuine. Before this moment, the detective knew his own name about as much as you had.

Volition: Well fuck, that's no good.]

Alternative way to discover Kim's name: Kim wrecks shop at pinball and Harry goes "Wait a damn second, I've heard of the pinball cop"

Much like canon Harry, Kim has completely forgotten the most basic terms and concepts. However, he doesn't actually start asking about them until they've been on the case for a few days. Enough time for Kim to come to trust Harry, and for Harry to get a good enough read on Kim's expressions to recognize the beginnings of frustrated confusion. But after that, every little "What's money?" question is fair game.

Kim is absolutely a chain smoker, but he doesn't have much of a taste for over indulging on drugs and alcohol. Occasionally? For sure. But he gets his vices elsewhere, mostly chasing an adrenaline high instead. More stunts, more pissing people off, more flirting with strangers, and unfortunately more suicide threats/jokes. Half Light is strong with this one.

Kim didn't wake up on his hostel room floor, naked, surrounded by bottles, and with no memeory. He woke fully dressed in last night's clothes, propped against the side of the tub (from scrubbing the words off his arms), soaking wet from head to toe, and with a broken leg. AND no memories. We're trading alcohol induced blackout for good old fashioned head trauma, and an extra punch in the gut when they find the wrecked Kineema. He staggered back to the hostel after crashing and passed the hell out. This is also an explanation for why Kim gets to walk around as the player character. Harry restrains from his usual jogging everywhere in consideration of Kim's injury, so the limping guy gets to take the lead.

Circling back a little, flirting may be the wrong word for what he does. Because Kim is extremely blunt. No subtlety, no underground here, he's forgotten what that is. Point blank offer to a man's face to suck each other off out back. He absolutely had a round or two with the smoker after Harry went to bed. Almost hooked one of the Hardy boys, if the others weren't around the jeer. He's dtf, but absolutely not putting up with and bullshit or beating around the bush.

And now Harry. Oh, Harry. I am not as kind as others, and I say that he does not get to be the Put Together one even in this universe. If my swap Kim is a Kim who's lost control, and by extension a lot of his repression, my swap Harry is Harry who's somehow "in control" of himself and has his repression is turned all the way to max. The Expression is always present. It looks a bit better on his face than in canon, simply by way of taking the occasional shower, but not by much. It's frozen into his face, and no electrochemistry check is gonna fix that.

I'm sorry Harry, you don't get to be in recovery. This Harry describes himself as a functioning addict. On the job? Not a drop of alcohol passes his lips, no drug besides the rare magnesium when he's had to deal with too much of Kim's shit and morale is low. But after work? The second they're off the clock, Harry is hunched over at the bar. He's an emotional drunk, though maybe not as violently erratic as in canon. He lets out all the steam that had been building during the day, whether it be enraged ranting or sobbing his eyes out. Because of this, Garte still inevitably hates his guts.

He has a mix high encyclopedia and full Art Cop, always sidetracking to ramble useless trivia about architecture or the history of a company logo.

Harry still absolutely thinks Kim is the coolest guy ever, and continues his pattern of deifying people (I'm kinda in love with the cracked halo imagery that @concord-and-cliches used in their AU art). The first few days Harry is just in subdued awe of how cool and mysterious this guy is, shifting to a more affectionate flavor when he learns of the amnesia and gets a feel of just how much of A Mess this guy is. But damn if he doesn't think Kim's cool

For a long while, with the cryptid talk and paranatural nonsense, Kim just thinks Harry is mocking him. But standing in the church, surrounded by dance music and looking at the shattered stained glass, Kim has to admit that he believes in... something. Something immaterial, something bigger, and for the first and only time he hears the city whisper in his ear. Not full talking, like it does for Harry, and he doesn't pass out. But the lightest whisper on the wind.

Before Harry knows about the amnesia, he obviously does not yet know Kim's name (and probably thinks Kim just doesn't want to tell him/is fucking with him because of the stations' pissing contest). So he comes up with something new to call him, ala Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau. Kim does not say out loud, but he kinda likes it. Even after they find out his name, the fake one gets thrown around as a nickname in times of levity.

Okay I think I actually ran my brain dry. I'm sure I'll have more ideas, but right now my brain is tapped. Please god, someone talk to me about this shit.

[bivwifeybunny]

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Pairing(s): Karlnap x Reader, Karl x Reader, Sapnap x Reader, Sapnap x Karl

Warning(s): umm cursing, blood mention, very mild violence, a whole lotta angst B)

A/N: Feast upon this beautiful karlnap content lmao. I had this doc just sitting there, half finished cause I forgot about it. And I just saw it again yesterday and was like.. huh, why didn't I ever finish this? and then proceeded to take the next 20 minutes and finish it. So yeah, hope you enjoy! Not sure how proud of this I am but oh well🤷

“Guys stop-” Your eyes shifted between the two in front of you. They were almost unrecognizable.

What happened to them? What happened to your boys?

They continued to shout at one another, venom spewing from their lips. Burning one another till they were nothing but hollow bones. And when the damage was done, when there was no more venom left, the overwhelming feeling of rage bubbled up inside them, threatening to spill over. The urge to make each other hurt. It didn’t matter how but they were going to make each other feel exactly what they felt.

And unfortunately for Karl, Sapnap was a fighter. His rage manifested in the form of his fist colliding with Karl’s cheek.

“Guys stop!” You shouted, finally stepping in directly to try and break up the fight. It was a mess of limbs and blood.

Karl knew he couldn’t win a fight with Sapnap, so he decided his best course of action was to flee.

He only got so far before Sapnap was tugging him back by his collar, arm poised to strike Karl’s face once more.

Though that was far from the case.

It fell silent.

The air couldn’t be described as anything less than was tense as the boys stared at you, unable to move.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, hand raising to tenderly feel your cheek.

Sapnap was at a loss for words, chest heaving, heart ready to beat out of his chest as he looked between you and Karl.

You slowly and shakily rose to your feet, taking in a breath and collecting yourself as best you could.

It hurt.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t. Taking a punch from one of the best warriors on the server would hurt anyone like hell.

But you were high on the adrenaline coursing through your veins, too high to pay any mind to the blooming bruise on your cheek and the blood pooling in your mouth. Instead all you felt was rage. Almost as if the boy’s anger had transferred to you.

“Y/-”

“Enough! I’ve had fucking enough of this! I’ve had enough of the both of you!” You shouted, effectively cutting Sapnap off.

“I can’t do this anymore! I’m tired. Okay, Sap? I’m tired. I can’t take any more of your fighting. I can’t stand being the peacemaker anymore! I can’t! I can’t take running the entire fucking kingdom by myself while you and Karl run off to do god knows what! I can’t stand seeing you two look at each other like that anymore! What the fuck happened? Actually- wait, I don’t care anymore. I’m passed caring for whatever stupid little feud you have going on!” You threw your hands up in frustration, letting out a humorless laugh.

“You know… I can’t even bear to look at you anymore. Both of you. And I just-” you let out a sigh, shrugging as you looked at the two, dead on. “I really fucking wish we’ve never met.”

“Y/N- We’re sor-” Sapnap took a step forward.

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed, “You’re sorry? Stay the fuck away from me if all you can say after this is I’m sorry.”

“Well what am I supposed to say?! None of this even involved you! Nobody was asking you to stick your nose in other people’s business!” He shouted back, feeling his anger get the better of him.

Beside the two of you, Karl was at a loss for words. His thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute but he couldn’t open his mouth. Open your mouth. Say something. Open your fucking mouth Karl!

“Well fucking excuse me for caring about you! Excuse me for caring about my fucking fiances!” You felt your anger reaching nearer and nearer to its tipping point.

“Oh my god I’m so over this shit! It’s always my fault, isn’t it!? I can't run the kingdom. I’m always ‘running off’. I’m always the one ‘starting fights’. You think you’re sick of it? I’m sick of you always nagging me about stupid shit and telling me what I can and can’t do!” You could feel the heat radiating from him. He took a step closer and you faltered, taking a step back.

However, you finally reached your tipping point. And with fuckall holding you back, you finally released the venom you were holding back.

“Well if you’re so fucking over it, then why don’t you leave already!? Why do you still stick around? If my nagging really bothers you that much then why aren’t you already gone!?”

“I don’t know if you forgot princess, but this isn’t really your kingdom. Never was. So if anyone here should leave, it’s you.” He took another step forwards, now chest to chest with you.

“I wonder how I would have forgotten that. Hmm, maybe it’s because while you were off picking fights, I was running the whole kingdom by myself. Picking up the slack that you dropped! So excuse me for thinking it wasn’t your kingdom anymore.” You spat, staring him down with your unwavering anger.

“I’m fucking over this. You know what? Just take all your shit and get out of my kingdom. I want you gone by sunrise. And don’t even fucking think of ever coming back here. You’re officially exiled from Kinoko Kingdom.” He growled, shoving past you harshly, and stomping away.

“Good luck trying to run the kingdom without me! I’m sure it’ll be in shambles within hours!” You shouted after him, before finally turning your attention to Karl.

He was still stood there in disbelief. His eyes slowly met yours, surprised by the tears pooling in them.

“Well I hope you’re fucking happy Karl. I hope you and Sapnap live happily ever fucking after and that Kinoko isn’t burnt to the ground in the next few days. Good fucking luck.” You snapped before leaving to gather your things and get as far away from the stupid kingdom as possible.

“Y/N.. Sapnap…” Karl muttered as he watched the two of you march away. He lingered for a bit before making up his mind and heading to his library.

“I can fix this.”

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[dbphantom]

do you think when a zoan fruit user enters their awakened form it's a constant test of will, not just a one time thing? we saw in impel down if they're not prepared to awaken their fruits that they'll lose control to the animal's inherent nature

im asking because i'd like to make an animatic where a specific user starts losing control while in their awakened form because the fruit and the user de-synchronize due to a sudden emotional gut punch :)

mini essay + lots of manga spoilers below [wano act 3 + egghead]

im kind of obsessed with this exchange kaido has with luffy in 1046

it's interrupted by zunesha talking about joyboy and while that's PROBABLY what we're meant to assume Kaido's asking (who are you. are you joyboy? or even: who are you, what type of zoan fruit do you have, what is this transformation??)

when we cut back to luffy yelling

kaido says this

and the line immediately after

and im just saying... being a zoan fruit user himself with a crew full of zoan fruit users and a son who accidentally ate a zoan fruit, kaido PROBABLY knows about the dangers of awakening your fruit before you're ready to handle it

so him saying "glad to see you've still got that big mouth, straw hat" is more like... "I'm glad to see you're still you. here's what's happening to u rn, btw" since he already put 2 and 2 together that luffy's a zoan last chapter

to immediately jump into "we call this an awakening" means that's probably what kaido had on his mind, right?! like he was wondering if luffy had lost himself to nika's will instead of aligning with it and that's why kaido kinda randomly asks who he is, THEN starts explaining what awakenings are once luffy confirms it's still him

after all, luffy's been acting a bit differently since he changed forms and kaido's definitely picked up on that (he's more carefree, he's just a goofy guy now)

im also kinda backing this up with non-canon stuff given the road/lode to laughtale chapters where, along with all the g5/nika doodles, are a bunch of notes where oda questions what the fallout will be from awakening

[also interesting to note that oda seems to have 'scrapped' the idea that luffy's ability to bring people together was actually one of nika's powers all along. im happy to see that tbh i think he's just a charismatic guy]

and we've also seen that luffy struggles at least a little bit to control his new abilities in egghead

like, yeah, luffy is kinda clowning on lucci during this fight, but he also barely has control to the point he can't be serious when atlas's life is on the line

because he was taking things much more seriously before he transforms

vs after chopper already told him to hurry up or atlas isn't going to make it

[to be fair, you can argue he does get a lot more serious once the fighting's over and chopper urges him to hurry for the 2nd time

but this is also right before he detransforms...]

so im just saying

i'm gonna have fun with this :')

[heyyyitsmegia]

Anonymous this is for you!

AS TO YOUR LAME ASS EXCUSES YOU MADE UP FOR EVERY SINGLE CON I MENTIONED OF CONRAD'S:

He didn't have to be petty. Jeremiah didn't act like that. Yes, he yelled. But when you think that the girl you like actually liked you back because she spent her summer kissing you... you would be mad too at least I would. Conrad's actions were inexcusable in this case.

I guess we will see won't we?

Here you go bringing up Jeremiah's hook up count (You're just like Conrad, aren't you?)

If she didn't want anyone to know about her cancer... then why did Conrad know? Make it make sense when you are trying to argue with someone who can show receipts/evidence.

At least Jere said something to her and didn't call her a "Brat."

He was basically trying to make Belly feel insecure.

Still. He said it and it obviously hurt Belly.

Nope. That is strictly Jeremiah's thing.

I cannot agree with this (like I agree with anything you are saying) but his tone was mocking and belittling.

I would have liked him to say... "Belly. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. Jeremiah is the better choice."

Jeremiah's "wattpad lines" (so you say) were way better than Conrad's lines. At least Belly didn't shut Jeremiah down. Ijbol.

Wow. Really good point *says sarcastically*. His remarks visibly upset Belly and Jeremiah and he was being petty (like always).

So did Jeremiah. But the difference is Jeremiah knows what he wants and doesn't take it back when he feels like it.

Why would a girl show up in Conrad's dorm and ask if she left her sweater there? (mind you she goes to brown so it would makes sense for it to be a brown sweater) And why wasn't it found? And why would Conrad conveniently have one in Belly's size (mind you the girl and belly looked the same size) and we cannot forget the whiteboard outside on the door (the kiss and 'call me'). They definitely had a thing going on.

Haha. The fact that you said Adam should have been helping made me burst out laughing because when has the boys ever been able to rely on their dad?

Yeah. But he still wasn't over it. During their flat tire fight when Belly said… "I mean, you were seeing other people. We thought you were over it." He said to Belly... "Because otherwise, I was that pathetic loser that was keeping you guys apart." NOT OVER IT!

Nope. Conrad unquestionably criticizes Jeremiah. Criticize can mean... "form and express a sophisticated judgment of" and judgment means... "is an opinion that you have or express after thinking carefully about something." Which Conrad did during the whole car ride. Ex: 'Finch is fun', exposing Jeremiah's hookup count.

Wow. So what you are trying to say is... Jeremiah can't get mad Like, Conrad is the only one who can act like a dick? Hmm. Noted.

Yeah you are so right. So stop using Jeremiah punched Conrad as one of Jeremiah's flaws. Okay!

I'm honestly so glad you said this because, if you are excusing Conrad's actions and how he reacted to the kiss then I can excuse how Jeremiah acted when he found out Conrad and Belly kissed. So thank you for saying this.

What you said didn't relate to what I said at all. I said... "he makes Belly feel insecure" and yet you started talking about how he was a good bf until the prom and then proceeding to call out Jeremiah. Here are some examples of him making Belly feel insecure: "I liked you better with glasses." "Why don't you go look in the mirror some more." "Stop being such a baby!"

This is not your fault... it was the way I worded it. But, I was talking about how in book 3, every time he would see Belly and Jeremiah together (being romantic) he would leave (like a cry baby).

Firstly, I am referring to the books and show in this list. Secondly, he literally took Belly by the shoulders and was shaking her.

You are so funny I literally can't. You said Jeremiah doesn't apologize? Wow. Are we watching the same show because he literally apologized to Belly. And like I said Conrad doesn't take blame for his actions. Ex: "Grow up." Every time someone calls him out on his shit he says this.

Not making fun of his looks. Was making fun of the face he was making.

Ok. So is Jeremiah but you don't see him dictating the mood of everyone around him.

"And?"... And he's lazy.

Again, talking about both the books and show. Him showing off Nicole was immature on his part. But that's nothing new to him. LOL.

You know what, I take back what I said. Conrad is not dumb. Because, you cannot sit there and tell me that a Stanford bound student of his intelligence level could not see the sexual tension building up between Jeremiah and Belly. And as for the firework incident... no one got hurt. Yeah it was wrong. But, everyone made it out alive. Also he was mad because he loves Belly and he thought she loved him and then she goes and kisses Conrad. Of course he was angry. So was Conrad. Make it make sense babes.

Very cringe. Haha. Who has a plan for pursuing someone these days? It's literally 2023. Crazy that him and Steven see Belly as a plan. If you think about it, it kinda sounds like he's trying to win Belly. Y'know because that's what you bonrad girlies are always saying Jeremiah is trying to do. Ctfu.

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