#but the characters who would enter a club would know what to do right. do u catch my drift here

[denwritesandcries]

Work of Art – Hazel Callahan

Pairing: loser!hazel x artist!reader

Summary: You join a fight club just to spend more time with your pretty friend, Hazel Callahan. The fact that you're running out of time to finish an art project is just a detail.

Word count: 3,5k.

Content: loser!hazel trying to be smooth, sylvie being a chaotic ala, cursing, flirting, mutual pining, friends to lovers, my questionable comedy, a little blood at the start, reader is a SIMP.

A/N: This came up to me after the ‘these girls are ugly’ scene and I had to make a dramatic story about it. I'm so soft for this character, I just wanna hold her and tell her how beautiful she is.

English is not my first language.

There's a sketchbook opened on your lap, a coal pencil on your hand and a fight happening in front of you.

Technically, that's what you were supposed to be doing too – fighting with someone – it was fight club, after all. Instead, you were sitting against a wall, hastily trying to finish a sketch for your art club project.

In your defense, you weren't even going to join this self-defense club in the first place, having been quite happy just occupying yourself with your art club after school, but your friend Sylvie came up to you one day completely excited about the idea, saying that she really wanted to participate, but that to keep going they needed more members and there enters you.

You said no right away, claiming that you would end up getting overwhelmed trying to balance both clubs with all the meetings, but Sylvie could be so convincing – more like insistent – with her methods, even shouting "PLEASE COME!" in a hallway full of people during classes, that you ended up giving in to when it became too embarrassing. Therefore, you agreed to go to a meeting without the promise of staying.

You regretted that decision and swore to burn Sylvie’s stupid beanie in the first punch that hitted you. You were terrible at fighting.

After being beaten up by a girl you didn't even know the name of, you ended up with a split lip and a bruise forming on your cheek and were ready to go find your friend and gently let her down by telling her that this really wasn't your thing, that is until Hazel Callahan approaches you.

Hazel. The same Hazel who sat three seats away from you in history class for four years, with whom you usually paired up during assignments but didn't talk much. The same Hazel who is standing in front of you with a weird smile and a washcloth in her hand.

“Uh…” you start, not quite sure what to say, “Do you need anything?”

"Oh!" She seems to realize that she's been silent and staring at you for too long, shaking her head, "No, not really, but you looked like you needed it," Hazel holds out the washcloth to you.

You notice that she's doing her best to look casual, shrugging her shoulders with fake indifference and pointing to your bleeding lip with the hand holding the cloth while the other is stuffed into the pocket of her baggy, ripped jeans. The sight is so captivating that it makes you smile even when you don’t want to, with the sudden feeling that you two should interact more.

“Oh, what a gentleman," you joke when you accept and take the cloth from her hand and are happy with the fact that the fabric is dark when your blood stains it, "You came to comfort me after spending all this time watching my ass being kicked?"

Her eyes widened in panic and Hazel squealed like an alarmed puppy, "No!" She exclaims, "I didn't mean that, really. It's just that you seemed upset and I–"

“Haze, it’s okay,” you interrupt and reassure her with a gentle hand on her arm, “I’m just messing with you.”

She shakes her head, still in denial, her face red: "But you weren't that bad."

You snort, any trace of upset seeming to leave your body, “But it was bad.”

Hazel looks away from you while playing with the rings on one of her hands, she seems to want to tell you something, so you wait in silence until she has the courage.

"So…" she starts, "Are you staying? At the club, I mean."

'No,' you want to say, 'This place is completely chaotic, I have other things I'd like to do and I bet I'll get my ass kicked every time I go up against someone here.' But Hazel is looking at you with her head cocked to the side and bright, hopeful blue eyes and what kind of monster would you be to deny something and wipe that look off her face?

“Maybe.” you answer instead, an uncertain smile on your face, “I’m still thinking about it.”

That seems to be enough to satisfy her and you quickly turn around, putting the bloodstained cloth inside your backpack and packing your things to leave when you realize that you two were the only ones left in the place.

"Walk with me?" You nod towards the exit for Hazel to follow you and she does so shyly.

As you walk around the school grounds your bodies are close enough that your shoulders touch as you walk and the interaction brings you a surprising amount of comfort.

"You know," Hazel starts again, her voice at a high pitch, she clears her throat with a fist against her mouth before continuing, "You don't have to if you don't want to, but uh–" Hazel stutters, face red again, "It would be really nice if you stayed.”

You turn your head to look at her side face, her nervous attitude warming your heart in a jarring way and you suddenly wonder why you and Hazel have never been closer before, even though you've technically known each other for so many years. It seemed almost unfair to be deprived of her company for so long.

“This fighting thing really isn’t for me,” you shrugged and continued before a look of disappointment could wash over her, “But I think people make it worth coming back for.”

You hoped she would notice the flirting tone in your words; Hazel could be terrible at reading between the lines.

"Oh, you're right!" She replied with an excited smile, "I managed to make a lot of friends there since it started, maybe you can too!”

You raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for Hazel to realize what she said just to tease her, and she did, panicking.

"I didn't mean that you don't have friends!" She shouted with a wave of her arms, "I just– I just–"

Hazel's calm facade falls completely and you feel a laugh grow in your chest as you laugh openly. She takes a moment to compose herself before relaxing a little when she sees that you're not bothered.

"Okay, got it." you say with a final giggle, "Don't worry, I'll show up since it would be so nice if I stayed."

Sure, she may not have understood your flirting the first time, but her red face up to her ears and shy gaze stuck on the floor could only be an indication that she had now caught on.

When you reach the point where your paths part, you can't resist talking to Hazel one last time:

"Haze," You call in a relaxed tone as she heads to her car, "Is that really a women's empowerment club?"

Hazel smiles as she opens the door, without any nervousness this time, "I have no idea, but I like it."

You think you might like it too if you were going to see her like this more often.

When you get home that day, with your untouched art supplies weighing down your backpack, there's a message on your phone left from Sylvie. That little bastard had left without you even noticing.

slaygirl:

hey what u throught about the club

*thouth

sHIT

*thought

runned right home when I saw your mad face lol

You snorted with a roll of eyes. You had already made the decision anyway, there was no point in actually being mad at her.

you:

well I guess is not THAT bad

I'll make the sacrifice and participate

slaygirl:

HELL YEAH LET'S GOOO

told u would like it

You ask yourself one last time if you should really do this or not; the times between the fight club and art club meetings were so close together, it could easily turn into a mess. Then you think about Hazel and the way she seemed enchanted by the idea of you being there.

Fuck it, you thought, you can handle both.

You couldn't handle both. That was why you found yourself against that wall now, running out of time and without the proper sketches you were supposed to present later.

It was a relatively simple exercise that you had to do: draw everyday landscapes in charcoal pencil by sight. The problem is that you didn't have time to draw the requested amount and you haven't had much inspiration other than classrooms and parts of the school lately.

Luckily, no one really minded when you decided to opt to just be a spectator today; PJ and Josie being too busy flirting with Brittany and Isabel and Sylvie being just excited about getting into a fight with someone.

"And what are you doing there?" Hazel's voice scares you as she sits down next to you with a curious look and a small smile at the sound of your surprised squeak.

You had no idea where she had come from, having quickly talked to her as soon as you arrived and then gone straight to your task, but you were very happy to have her there now. You've been getting closer over the last few weeks since joining the club, just as you wanted, which has made all of your juggling between tasks totally worth it.

"Shouldn't you be beating up someone?" You dodged the question, giving her a look of fake reprimand.

She scoffed with a hand gesture, "I'll be right there, I just passed by to check on you," She pointed with her chin to the notebook with you, "So?”

You shrug, "Just trying to finish this project, but nothing seems to make me want to draw." You turn the sketchbook so Hazel can see the simple outline of the open area in which you practice defense, your hands are stained with coal pencil and the sheet is messy with outlines of bodies overlapping the paper.

For the confused look on her face and the slight tilt of her head, you can tell Hazel doesn't quite understand what you mean, but she gives you a reassuring smile anyway.

"You're talented, I'm sure you'll figure that out soon."

You feel a stupid smile growing on your face and you can't help the way your voice softens, "Thanks, Haze."

She returns your smile for a moment, but quickly looks away, seeming to want to break off the interaction.

Hazel breaks the silence that suddenly settles in: “Will you teach me?”, she asks.

You look at her confused, “What? Drawing?”

“Hm-hm,” She nods with a pout, “I always see you drawing during class and I'm terrible at it.”

You find her extremely captivating.

“Okay,” you snort, “I’ll give you drawing lessons if you give me fighting lessons. You’re better at this than me, than everyone here, actually.”

And then she gets nervous again, cheeks colored a soft red, stammering, “Oh– I– hm, alright.”

You think maybe she's going to say something more, but Hazel gets up and shakes her head like a puppy and your heart warms, before saying goodbye, giving you an awkward pat on the shoulder and running off to find a partner for the day's exercises.

A sigh leaves your chest as your gaze follows her as she walks, deciding to watch a little until you get the courage to finish your work.

Hazel is paired with a girl you had never spoken to but who you were sure was in your English class. A very pretty girl, by the way. It annoyed you how close they were and the way Hazel touched the girl so she could fix her position before they started fighting, the same way she did to you when you asked for help with your movements the other day; and it annoyed you even more the way the girl seemed to lean into her touch, exactly like you did on the few occasions when Hazel touched you for more than a few seconds.

Damn, you wish you knew the girl's name so you could actually get mad.

Your stomach turned uncomfortably the more you watched the duo, didn't that girl know that Hazel is... what? Your girlfriend? Your friend who you flirt with? This was practically the same as nothing. You had nothing. You couldn't be mad.

But man, you are annoyed.

With a shake of your head, you look away from the scene and open your sketchbook again, this time to a clean page. Better get back to work.

When you look up again, Hazel has the girl trapped in her arms. The way her best features are marked is unfairly hot, your silly jealousy ends up forgotten in favor of admiring how beautiful she is.

Unconsciously, you begin to trace the outline of her strong jaw onto the paper, letting the simple body outline you had begun take shape.

To you, Hazel was a work of art in every sense of the word, from her appearance to her most unusual mannerisms. Everything about her seemed to scream art and drawing her was an extremely satisfying action. It wasn't even the first time you had portrayed her, having made small sketches during the times you worked together in class and given them all to her – you wish you had kept at least one now –, maybe that's why she asked you for lessons anyway.

Either way, anything involving Hazel is more interesting than your original project.

You notice the way her hair falls over her face, the dark color contrasting with her big blue eyes, and you think it's a shame you didn't bring any supplies you could use to color them. There is a small cut where a yellowish bruise is on her cheek; Hazel seemed to always be recovering from some injury, even though she was the one who won most of the fights, not that you would count – liar, you did.

You draw the outline of her nose and lips with the practiced precision of someone who has done this many times before; she's wearing a dark green button-down shirt, one of your favorites on her, along with baggy black jeans and an old pair of vans; her hands are missing their usual rings and there are little green dinosaurs in her socks.

You won't add all of it, of course, it's not a full body drawing, but you can't help but notice every little detail about her.

Time passes without you noticing, your project remains completely forgotten while you draw Hazel from memory, no longer needing to turn to the annoying vision of her and the other girl. When the meeting is almost finished, Sylvie approaches you smiling and looks over your shoulder.

"Dude!" She exclaims in a knowing tone, “So that’s why you actually agreed to join the club!”

“Shh girl, do you want everyone here to know!?” You whisper-shouting and quickly pull the beanie she was wearing over her nose tightly, ignoring the chocked ‘fucking rude’ that Sylvie lets out.

“You should tell her,” Sylvie declares, because of course she would understand right away that you have a crush.

“What?" You ask, alarmed, “Like right now?”

"Yeah!" She pushes your shoulder in encouragement, “The day is almost over, it’s not like we have anything else to do anyway.” Sylvie shrugged, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

“I can’t just go there and tell.” You mumble, “And I have things to do.”

“Oh, come on! I’m sure she likes you back!”

“And how can you know that?” You asked.

“How come you don’t know that?” Sylvie replied, “It’s kinda obvious.”

“Okay, whatever you say, but I’m not going to tell her anything now.” You insist stubbornly.

Sylvie looks like she's about to say something else, but a tricksy smile forms on her face when she sees someone approaching.

"Tell what?" Hazel's voice coming from nearby startles you and when you turn your face to find her, she's alone, no sign of the other girl in sight.

You were about to stutter something in response – and most likely make a fool of yourself – but Sylvie was quicker.

“Oh!” Your friend exclaims in false innocence, “I was trying to convince her to show you her drawing, but she’s such a perfectionist.”

You elbow her in panic and Sylvie lightly tugs at your hair as she stands up; you don't notice the dirty look Hazel gives to the interaction, wringing her hands in her pockets.

Sylvie walks away arching her eyebrows in a suggestive expression at you and your cheeks burn at the implication as Hazel takes her place beside you.

“So…” she begins, her voice strangely tense, “Did you finish what you were drawing? Can I see it?"

“Well…” You feel nervous, there’s no way to get out of this without making her sad and that’s the last thing you would want to do. Taking a deep breath, you decide to go ahead: “Inspiration came to and I drew something, but it’s not for my project, I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

"Yes, I will!" Hazel adjusts herself excitedly, your knees touching, “Can I see it?” she repeats.

You gulp and nod, turning the sketchbook towards her. Hazel lens even closer to you to see the result, her chin brushing your shoulder and a hand running up your back and resting there, surprising you, you feel the coldness of her hand and the outline of her rings – when she did put them back? – through the fabric of your t-shirt.

You feel the moment Hazel registers the drawing on the sheet and her breath hitches, the action sending a shiver up your spine.

"Then?" You ask nervously, “What do you think?”

But Hazel remains silent. When you turn to look at her, her jaw is dropped in complete disbelief and a deep blush covers her face from her cheeks to her ears.

“Haze?” You call, unsure.

“That’s– it’s beautiful.” She stutters, one hand delicately touches the paper, coal staining her fingers, “It’s me. It’s me… beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” you correct without hesitation and Hazel’s gaze turns to you, “That’s nothing compared to you.”

She hesitates for a moment, “Why did you do that?”

"Why?" You echo, “You know why.”

And Hazel knows. You know she knows. There hasn't been a single day that the two of you haven't flirted, that there hasn't been this tension between you. There's no way she doesn't know, but someone needs to admit it.

She looks at you expectantly, the same lovely hope as before is back in her eyes, and again, who are you to take that look off her face?

You sigh, “I have a crush on you, Haze.”

She snorts, voice shaking in a confident attempt of a joke: “I know.”

You raise an eyebrow and give her an unimpressed look and Hazel immediately backtracks.

"Sorry! Sorry!" She exclaims, “I just– I like you too, a lot.”

You feel a smile tugging at your lips when you put the notebook and pencil aside to look at her fully and your faces are so close that you would only have to lean in for your lips to touch. God, you've never wanted something so much before.

You notice every little detail of her face; a fallen eyelash on her cheek, the faint marks of dark circles over her eyes, freckles over her nose that you had never gotten close enough before to see.

Hazel looks at you like she can't believe what's happening and honestly, neither can you.

“Please,” she whispers, eyes locked on your lips.

Hazel Callahan was the most beautiful work of art you had ever seen and as an artist, you know you should never touch artworks, but Hazel asks you and you could never deny her anything.

Your lips meet and it's softer than you thought it could be – even though you've thought about it many times then – and your hands rest on her cheeks like they belong there, she lets out a sigh of contentment that warms your heart.

When you pull away, there's a coal stain on Hazel's face from where your hand was before and her pupils are dilated like dark pits, it's unfair the way it makes your heart skip a beat.

She kisses you again, shorter this time and you would have chased her lips if it weren't for someone's voice scaring you:

“ATTA GIRL, I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT!” Sylvie is on the other side of the gym, cheering and pointing at you.

You had completely forgotten that the meeting wasn't over yet.

“Dude,” PJ starts on the other side, “When did this happend?”

“You know this is a public space right?” Josie asks with a hand on her hip, “Don’t make out here, man.”

You shake your head in amusement and start to gather your things, “Okay, okay,” you say, “Let’s make out somewhere else then, come on Haze.”

Hazel seems too flustreaded to speak and doesn't argue as you take her hand and pull her along as you leave to the sounds of your friends cheering and joking.

“Where are we going?” She asks, you’re still holding hands.

You shrug innocently, “I promised you drawing lessons, didn’t I?”

In the end you don't show up at the art club that day, too busy spending time with your newest girlfriend and it's totally worth it.

[cameronspecial]

Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: With Drew's birthday on the horizon, Drew's daughter and wife wanted to do something special for him.

A/N: Happy Birthday to someone who absolutely makes butterflies in my stomach! Hope this day is amazing!

Masterlist

November 4th. The day Josepth Andrew Starkey entered the world thirty years ago. Drew doesn’t like to do anything big for his birthdays. He prefers to spend the day with his family rather than partying in a crowded club with annoying drunks, but for this milestone birthday, his family had other ideas. His daughter wants to make a big deal out of her father’s birthday and has helped her pregnant mother plan a surprise party for him. This has been kept from the man up until the morning of his birthday. Y/N is up earlier than expected because of the tiny kicks the human growing in her uterus is giving her. Her rolling back into bed in a struggle pulls Drew from his dreams of his wife and daughter. “Is mini-me giving you a hard time again?” he whispers, bringing her back into his hold. She nods against his chest, “Yes, the little bugger seems to think my bladder is a kickstand.” Drew gives a small chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her stomach. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. You only have three more months,” he reassures, rubbing her belly to help soothe her. Her hand finds his, “It’s okay. It will all be worth it in the end. Happy Birthday, my love.” 

She leans over her stomach and kisses him on the lips. He smiles in the kiss, “Thank you. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m thirty. I’m so old.” ��No, you aren’t! You are young at heart, love. Just yesterday you were eating an Uncrustable and colouring in a book,” she giggles. The image of yesterday comes to his mind, “I was only doing that because Millie wanted me to do those things with her. Speaking of Millie, what time did you guys go to bed? I swear I felt like I heard you guys up pretty late last night.” In her tiredness and pregnancy fog, Y/N lets the secret slip out of her mouth. “She went to bed at twelve and I was in bed by four I think. I was going over everything for your surprise party so it took me some time because I kept getting hungry and needing to pee.” Her eyes rival the size of the moon when she realizes what she has done, her hand finding way over her mouth. 

Drew chuckles as he processes the words and tries to end her endless apologies, “It’s okay, Sweetheart. You didn’t mean to. You were up late and have a lot on your mind.” “Right. Well, you have to act surprised at the party. Millie is so excited to surprise you; it would crush her if she knew I spoiled it,” Y/N warns, looking him directly in the eye to make sure her point is getting across. Drew gives her a nod, “Got it. I’ll be so surprised that it’s almost like I act for a living.” Y/N giggles at his joke and her smile grows at the pitter-patter of their three-year-old’s footsteps. 

——

Millie shooed her father out of the house right after lunch, sending him with a laundry list of things he needed to do before he got home. As he drove around doing the chores, his heart would warm every time he looked at the non-sensical scribbles that were his daughter's “writing”, which had a translation written by Y/N beside each scribble. Even if he didn’t know about the party, he knew he would gladly do these errands for his girls on his birthday because all he could ever want was to take care of them. 

His hand meets his front door and he takes a second to get into character, almost like he is on set. The handle is pushed down to reveal a dark room, which is suddenly set alight with the screams of ‘surprise’ by his family and friends. He lets his shock show on his face, both hands covering the o-shape of his mouth. “Wow, this is amazing. Thank you guys so much,” he thanks the crowd, looking around for his girls. It isn’t long before Millie is running into her father’s arms. “Happy Birthday, Daddy,” she greets him, letting herself be picked up into the air by the older man. He gives her a massive grin, assaulting her cheek with multiple kisses and thanks. “Daddy, your moustache is tickling me,” she complains with joy in her voice. He pulls away, letting the hand not holding up his daughter adjust the dad hat on his head, “I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe Daddy should get rid of his moustache.” 

“No! Mommy likes it. But Daddy… Were you surprised by my party?”

“Yes, I was, Baby. I was so surprised. I love it so much.”

She looks at him in disbelief, “You are lying! You weren’t surprised.” Drew doesn’t know how his acting doesn’t seem to fool his daughter. “No, I’m not. Daddy really was surprised by the party,” he promises, starting to bounce the girl, who is about to cry. “Okay, maybe Mommy accidentally told Daddy, but it’s okay. Daddy still doesn’t know what you have planned for me.” This causes the girl to pause her cries, “Can we have cake now? I want you to see the cake.” Wanting her smile to return to her face, he nods his head, booming to his party guest that it is time for cake. Nobody objects that the cake is being served before dinner or other party activities. Instead, they all gather around the kitchen table and begin to sing the famous song. “Happy Birthday dear Daddy! Happy Birthday to you.” Millie’s loud singing is the one mainly invading his senses. Maybe because of her proximity to him with her being on his lap or maybe because his focus is mainly on her. “Make a wish, Daddy,” she orders. He obeys, blowing on the candles in the form of a thirty.

“What did you wish for?” she questions. Her eyes bore into his with curiosity. He is about to tell her when Y/N speaks up, “If Daddy tells you, Millie, it won’t come true.” Drew shakes his head, smiling down at his daughter. “It’s okay, my wish is already coming true so it can’t hurt to tell. I wished for more happy days with you and Mommy and everyone else that I love.” The crowd awes at how adorable his words are. “And the baby?” Millie clarifies with concern that her father forgot her baby brother or sister. He nods, “And you baby sibling.” He gives her a kiss on the forehead, allowing her to help him with cutting the cake. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

[kairiscorner]

volleyball player gojo does something to the brain (a very good thing)

–the team's pretty little manager.

volleyball player!satoru gojo x manager!fem!reader

the squeaking of shoes against the reflective and shiny hardwood floors filled the entire indoor court as the jujutsu high men's volleyball team was practicing for the regionals. the only two practicing right now while waiting for the others were none other than the dynamic duo of satoru gojo, the cocky yet strongest wing spiker the team has to offer—and suguru geto, the most talented server they have on the team, the only one who can match satoru's insatiable dynamic in and out of the court. the two were being themselves as usual, trying to outplay each other in an aggressively friendly fashion while making idle chitchat or gossiping to each other about the ongoings of their lives.

the conversation eventually came around the topic of the prettiest girl in all of jujutsu high, which satoru snorted at as he spiked suguru's serve back at his court a little too hard. "like any girls here actually interest me." satoru said with a gagging expression and his tongue stuck out, as if to express his disgust and disappointment at such a boring question. suguru chuckled as he got the ball back and bounced it before serving, smirking at satoru with a knowing smirk. "really now, satoru? i suppose it wouldn't be too out of character for you to play along with a group of girls praising you," suguru pointed out as he took a few steps back and readied his serving stance, aiming the ball at satoru's court while satoru readied himself to save the ball in case it'd land in his court. "though... it would be a bit out of character for you to be a total liar, wouldn't it?" his dear friend asked him rhetorically as suguru threw the ball upwards and sprinted forward a little to serve it back at satoru's court.

satoru was quick on his feet and ran to save the ball, but his reflexes were a bit slow that moment, and the ball entered his court even further. he sighed and rubbed at his head angrily with a pouty face. "don't act like you can read all that into me now, suguru." he told him as he went off to get the ball, his face crinkled into an annoyed glare, which his friend chuckled slightly and shook his head at. "it's not my fault you're too obvious. you clearly don't see her as just 'some girl' or a groupie in your fan club—you are interested in her—" "no way in hell." satoru muttered as he bounced the ball on his court. "there's no way i'm into that little runt." he denied with a huff. "she keeps warning me about my haircut, saying crap like it's 'against the school rules' to have hair this long; as if my spiky hair'll keep me from being the best damn spiker this school's got!" he exclaimed as he ran up and served the ball—or, tried serving the ball—but he missed hitting it and it merely fell over to his feet, angering the white haired youth even more.

suguru chuckled loudly at his friend's sloppy serve. "yeah, this is why coach yaga left that position to me. anyway..." suguru trailed off as he walked over to satoru's court, signaling for the two of them to take a break from practice. he placed a hand on satoru's shoulder and watched as his friend's eyebrows furrowed slightly and his cheeks seemed a bit pinkish—and something told suguru it wasn't because of the humidity in the room or the exercising and practices they did. suguru smiled at him and pat his shoulder. "you gotta be honest, you do think she's the prettiest little manager, don't you, satoru?" he teased his friend as he chucked the ball at suguru and groaned. "if you wanna keep putting words in my mouth, maybe you should just marry her if you like sucking up to her that much." "what if i will when we're older? who's to say?" suguru suggested with a coy tone, making satoru stop in his tracks from putting the ball back into the ball rack. "...like i care." "that's basically you saying you do." "look, she's... she's smart, smarter than i am sometime, that much i'll admit. she's cute, when she's not being a little prissy pants—and she's... she's got a smile some decent guy with good morals has to protect, or else, i'm gonna..."

"gonna what, gojo?" asked a familiar voice, making gojo's aquamarine eyes go wide. he slowly turned around and saw the little runt of a cute manager with a smile worth protecting right behind him. suguru excused himself and ran off to get some water, leaving you two alone together. satoru yelled after him and tried running up to get some water with him as an excuse, but you pulled him by the sleeve and kept him there. "do go on..." you told him in an interested, yet sort of shy, tone; you knew satoru could be a suck-up, cocky asshole, but you were intrigued about this secret side of him. satoru groaned and leaned his face forward to meet yours and furrowed his eyebrows up at you. "or else i'm gonna do this if you won't let me go, runt." he said as he cupped your face with his larger hand and squeezed the life out of your cheeks, smirking to himself at how you resembled an adorable little pufferfish, making him laugh aloud and smile. of course, he liked you—a lot; but he'd never admit it. only from a distance will he let himself call you 'the team's prettiest little manager' and tease the hell out of you.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request headcanons of the 7 brothers of obey me finding their s/o asleep in their bedroom, waiting for them?

Obey me Boys + who's that sleeping in my bed?

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed as he turned down the final hall of their home. Why did the House of Lamentation have to have so many hallways?

He had been in a very long meeting with Lord Diavolo. Discussing current events in the Devildom, the school, and of course the exchange program. His prince was always interested in how the selected were doing. And although Lucifer didn’t really care how the angels or Solomon were doing, he could report that [Y/N] was doing very well.

Reaching his room, he opened the door and shrugged off his cloak. Feeling a metaphorical weight come off, along with the real one, as it slumped to the floor.

He was on his way to change and take a shower when he noticed someone on his bed. It was [Y/N]. Of course it was. No one else would dare enter his room if he wasn’t there. They must have come in and waited to surprise him, but he had arrived too late.

A soft smile, a mix of heart warming and sad, came to his face as he looked at them. He then came over and pet their hair. “It’s good to see you too, my love. I’ll be right back.”

[Y/N] didn’t wake up as he spoke, but did move a little in some sort of unconscious acknowledgement. He then continued on with the task of showering and changing. Maybe he was working a little too hard afterall.

Mammon

“Ouch!” Mammon cursed as he bounced off one of the walls.

Another successful night of debauchery for the scummiest brother. Gambling, drinking, cruising hot demons at the club, more drinking. He’d finally reached his fill (or more to the point: puked) and decided to go home. Because despite what his credit card statements said he could not, in fact, live in the club.

He finally made it into his room. Immediately starting to strip out of his clothes. Leaving a trail from the door to his bed. He got down to his shorts just as he was about to swan dive in, when he noticed [Y/N] there. He was surprised, then trying to think of why they were there. His alcohol soaked brain tried to think of something, but the only thing he could think of was that they had waited for him.

Suddenly his stomach felt heavy; and not just from the impending nausea. [Y/N] had been waiting for him. For what, he didn’t know, and it really didn’t matter. They had waited for him. And he had been out drinking and gambling with a bunch of losers, who didn’t even care enough to hold up his head when he got sick.

Mammon suddenly felt like actually the scummiest brother, then turned to head towards the couch. Besides the fact that he stunk, which didn’t matter to him but might to [Y/N], he didn’t feel he deserved to sleep next to them and slept on the couch.

He woke up the next morning to [Y/N] petting his head and asking if he was alright. He then decided he wasn’t going to the club anymore. He didn’t need it.

Levi

“I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it!” Levi cheerfully chanted as he ran up the stairs and towards his room.

He had been at the midnight release of his new game, Paradox Spheres. A muti-level, muti-dimension, multi-timeline RPG game where the main character travels through rips in time & space to save the universe. He had to have it.

Levi had been camping out since lunch, like any good otaku, to get a good spot for the release. His hours of waiting, then hours of waiting in the queue up, finally paying off when he got one! Number 134 was always a lucky number for him.

“[Y/N]! I got it! I got it!” The demon exclaimed as he burst through the door. Holding his new game up like a trophy.

His enthusiasm, however, was not matched as he found [Y/N] asleep on his bed. The real one, not his bathtub.

Levi moved to check his watch and see how late it was. He’d gotten the game, but at what cost? [Y/N] was understandably out just waiting for him to come back. Not here to revel in the joy with him.

The demon sighed and placed his game on his dresser. He didn’t want to play it anymore. Without [Y/N] it wasn’t fun anymore.

He instead booted up one of his older games to play that. He wasn’t tired. Being a seasoned otaku, and running on game grab adrenaline, this time of night was nothing to him. He would just have to wait until [Y/N] woke up to start his new game.

Satan

The sound of pages turning filled the room as Satan furiously read page after page.

He had planned to go to bed a while ago, telling [Y/N] he would be there in a minute, but just after that he had reached a very interesting part in his book and couldn’t stop. Satan had to see how it ended otherwise he would be plague with regret and anxiety on what could happen all night.

Finally, he reached the end with a satisfying conclusion. Closed the book. Then leaned back with a contented sigh. If only for a moment.

“Shit.” He cursed as he realized how late it was and rushed to his room.

It was too late though. [Y/N] was already asleep. Clearly reading on their own to try and stay away before sleep took them. Satan felt bad. He had promised he would be up soon and broke it. Leaving them alone and waiting for him all evening.

Carefully coming over to the bed, Satan picked up their book and placed a crisp, new bookmark in their place before he moved them over a little and slide in beside them. “I’m sorry dearest.” He apologized before kissing their forehead. Surely they would understand it was a good book though.

Asmo

“Annnnd…done!” Asmo let out a little giggle as he finished his skin care regiment for the night and bounced off to bed. “Ok [Y/N]~! I’m ready to snuggle up and….” The demon’s cheerfulness waned when they saw that [Y/N] was a sleep on the bed. Looking like an angel he would know.

Asmo pouted seeing them asleep. He thought they would wait up for him, so they could gab and do…other stuff. His skin care regiment was only 21 steps. Surely they could wait up for him to be done with that!?

Being petty, Asmo walked over to the other side of the bed and flopped down. Intentionally being forceful and loud as possible with his tuck in process to hopefully wake them. They did not. He pouted again and rolled over to get some sleep. Good thing he used his advanced anti-wrinkle cream on his mouth & brow tonight.

Beelzebub

Beel hit his stopwatch as he came back to the front gate and gave a little cheer. A new personal best.

He hadn’t been able to sleep, or felt like he was going to be able to get to sleep, while he and [Y/N] were getting ready for bed. So, he decided to go for a run. [Y/N] told him that was ok, and they would wait up for him, but he told them it was ok if they didn’t.

Making his way upstairs, two at a time, Beel came into the room quietly and sure enough, [Y/N] was asleep. He didn’t feel bad that they hadn’t stayed up. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to run for, when he would be back, and he knew that they had been sleepy when he left. It was his problem he couldn’t sleep, not theirs.

Beel came over and kissed the top of their head before he went to get some new pajamas to change into. He was obviously sweaty now, so he needed a shower.

When he got back he curled up with [Y/N] and immediately went to sleep. Finally tired, and contented to be with [Y/N].

Belphie

He’d woken up from one of his naps in the middle of studying to find [Y/N], still working, before he got up and announced, “I need some water.” His mouth was very dry.

Belphie heard their response, which sounded tired if he was paying attention, before he went downstairs to get said water. By the time he came back, all the way up in the attic, [Y/N] had fallen asleep. Their pen still in their hand.

The demon paused and observed the situation for a moment. This was an odd experience for him. Usually, people walked in on him asleep. Not the other way around.

Belphie smiled at being on the other side for once and crawled into bed. “[Y/N], move over.” He urged. Gently pushing them to make space, but also put them in the position he wanted to lay down. He then curled up with [Y/N], smelling their hair, and immediately fell asleep like usual. This was a very nice surprise.

[six-eyed-samurai]

AGAIN AND AGAIN - A REINCARNATION AU

Help, what have I done? Sorry if this doesn't fit the characters, I was writing it sleep deprived and as neutral as possible. Support me and my poetry (that I came up with in the shower)

Heavens blessed me with you

The Knight, who when your parents announced you would marry you off to some elderly Lord, kept true to his word and took you away, escaping into the clashing colors of freedom and love in another kingdom far, far away, only for your world to darken into black and white once more when your enraged parents caught up and had him executed; it was now your turn to keep your side of the oath and join him in the afterlife when you drank the poisoned chalice.

In every rebirth

The Roman General who passed by you, lashing out any "potential buyer" when he walked disgusted through the slave market - he bought you freedom and yet somehow you stayed with him forever willingly cuffed by shackles of affection...until he died of an assassination and you were hung for having an "affair" with someone of higher class, but not before you both screamed to whatever god that would listen to come back to each other once more.

I promise I'll find you

The Baker who's never cared a penny about the other air headed girls from his small British village until you, a young noble lady recently moved into the old Baskerville Manor, turned up requesting his help in setting a banquet. Excuses after excuses pile up from both sides in an attempt to extend your brief time together but soon, oh, too soon, you leave as per your family's orders and he's left to wonder how you're doing now, because after years and years of searching they refused to let him in.

Through tears, death, dreams and mirth

The White American who finds you working day in day out at the laundry lady's for little to no pay, so from his not so small tips grew to slipping love letters through the pockets of his clothes, but soon you're fired and bade to leave for your skin colour and he's still bitterly cursing the townspeople for their blind racism.

And I know it's just a gamble

The Hockey player who grins at you who always shows up to his games in every match until he asks you out on an ice skating date, but alas, how could he have known that the day you finally showed up in his jersey, much to his delight, would be the day a crazed fan clubbed you on the head with his own hockey stick, much to your doom? He left the industry as cold as the rink.

Unfair, repeated roll of dice

The F1 Racer who whines about the most ridiculous problems happening to his car and making bad impressions of the other drivers just to see his beloved mechanic even crack a smile - no oil or dirt stained on you could ever dim that brilliant smile when you both went on a joyride together into the sunset...oh, wait, his death on the track did.

But in this temporary, fleeting

The Roommate who knows exactly what you want for breakfast every morning, and soon it spiraled into having a meal together for lunch and dinner too, especially when he added candles and rose petals! You still make your coffee the same way he did even after your studies took you abroad and both of you decided it was for the best to break up.

Moment in fast ending time

The Landlord who did NOT expect such a cute little you to move on when he decided to make a little cash on the side renting out his spare room...never mind, it's still on rent because now you've moved into his room. He managed to save your photo album from the charred remains of your house though...although he couldn't save you.

Tell me, oh tell me

The Drug dealer who just recently entered your big brother's gang, who protected you with his scrawny body every time any sexually frustrated asshole came to harass you. Your declarations of love didn't come in heartfelt words or gifts but a smoked joint with each other. You both didn't get delusional, because why should you when your fantasies were right in front? It was the same when you overdosed after someone ratted him out and sent him to a life sentence in prison.

Darling love of mine

The Mafioso who charms you with his suave words and cool under fire attitude, causing you to giggle and kick your feet whenever he came back to your door with flirtations and blood on his face from those who disrespected the mob boss's goddaughter. It was the classic romantic Italian dinner when he got down one one knee...except for the part when his rivals arrived to gun him down and you're left staring at his broken body and shattered ring.

You're just as lost

The Neighbour who had no idea the babysitter for the kids next door would be so goddamned FINE - if only he hadn't fumbled and stumbled over his words in the elevator! But that's alright, even little Ray and Katie are rooting for him and you! Your first date might not be fancy, but he was more starstruck in awe of you than he was of the night sky as you sat on top of the roof.

In paradise

"I feel like I've know you all my life."

"In every lifetime?"

"Maybe!"

And somewhere deep inside, you both knew it for certain: the endless cycles of pain were finally broken.

"I'm so glad of whatever karma that I did in my previous life got me to meet you!"

"You better continue it in this life so I can see you in the next one!"

Not karma, actually, but a series of broken promises finally repaired.

***

Sukuna, Giyuu, Kokushibo, Gojo, Takemitchy, Mikey, Ranpo, Nikolai, Kirishima, Hawks, Kakashi, Nishinoya, Kuroo, Toji, Kazutora, Nanami, Eren Yeager, Gyutaro, Kunikida, Zuko, Yuta, Inumaki, Levi, your favourites!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lonely Souls Club 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: a brief reprieve.

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Bucky

He waits until the air has settled. Yet he hasn’t. That thrill buzzes behind his ears as his chest beats erratically. He can’t help but think of their run-in at the store. It wasn’t that bad. She wasn’t afraid of him, just startled in the moment. That’s a good sign.

He mulls over his colliding thoughts. He wants to wait, make sure she is ready, that she can see he only means to take care of her. Then there’s that impatience that tugs at his nape. As he comes out of his hiding spot, just up on the fire escape of the next building, he has a thought. He should just walk up and knock on her door, introduce himself.

Noooooo. No. He’s getting carried away. She’s alone and vulnerable. He doesn’t want her to associate those things with him. He wants to make her feel safe.

So he slows and minds his steps, taking those untrackable paces that make him so deadly. They never hear him coming. He clicks into soldier mode, with a mission in mind. He creeps past her door and bends to swipe up the letter, barely missing a beat as he continues down the alley.

He doesn’t stop until he’s on the next street. He peers up and down, scanning the area and peeking over his shoulder. No one following, no movement from the alley. He turns left and crosses the road, dipping beneath the alcove of an abandoned storefront.

He shakily opens his hand. He’s slightly crumpled the paper. He frowns at the wrinkles and smooths them out. He narrows his eyes and reads the first line. Her writing is loopy and she dots her eyes with exes.

‘Hi stranger,’

He pauses, savouring each letter. Stranger… one day, she’ll know his name. He still wonders how she didn’t recognise him in the shop. Every now and then, people do.

He puts his eyes to the paper once more.

‘I don’t know what else to say but thank you. I don’t know who you are, but I know you are kind. Your gift will help in ways you don’t even know. I hope one day someone does something just as nice for you.

Thank you.’

He lingers on her name. He shifts around the letter to peel off his right glove and runs his thumb over the letters. He leans on the brick and reads the whole letter again. She knows he means well. She sees what he can do, he just needs her to know all he would do for her.

He folds up the letter carefully and tucks it inside his jacket, patting the outside just to make sure it's snug. He slips his phone out and pulls up the app. He flicks through the cameras until he finds the angle he wants.

His heart drops and his soles scuff as he fights to keep from racing out into the street. She’s on the floor, sat against the wall, a litter of groceries all around her. She calmly holds a can, reading the ingredients as if the scene isn’t chaotic.

He waits, teetering between reluctance and desperation. He needs her to get up. She’s all alone and he’s the only one who can see she needs help. Yet he can’t just burst in there and scoop her up and tell her it’ll be okay.

He can only watch helplessly. He hates feeling this way. It takes him back. To when he didn’t have control. To when he was a monster.

Her

You set the can down and steel yourself, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back. Your hip is still ringing. It was just one wrong step, a stupid slip, and it all came crashing down. That’s when your armful went scattering and you with it. The tumble saw you landing on one of the tin cans, its shape more painful than the descent.

You reach to brace the wall and push yourself to one knee. Your hip is on fire as you grunt and plant your foot. You stand and cling to the wall sobbing as your tears break through. You turn and try to take a step, catching yourself with the mostly empty shopping cart, nearly tipping it as you stagger.

You twist and hit the counter with your back. You let go of the cart and get your elbows onto the counter before you slide down again. You lean back and catch your breath, aching so deep you shake. You roll your eyes against the tears and look around.

The apartment is so solemnly lonely. It’s just you. You could languish on the floor and no one would ever know. The government wouldn’t care if you didn’t cash your check, the grocer wouldn’t care if you didn’t pick out discounts, and your neighbours wouldn’t notice past their toddler’s tantrums.

You gather your strength and make yourself stand, ignoring the agony. You can do this. You grab the cart and drag it closer. You bend over and grab the bread, whipping it out onto the counter. You lean heavily on the cupboards as you go about getting it all away. Your final challenge is retrieving the cans from the floor.

At last, it’s done. You roll the cart before you, using it as your only support and fall against the back of the couch. You let the cart go and flip yourself over onto the mattress, curling up across the top as you’re wracked with heaving sobs.

You’re tired of this. The pain, the helplessness, the betrayal of your own body. You’re trapped inside this thing that doesn’t work! You just want to give up. You don’t know why you haven’t. You don’t have anything to keep you from doing just that.

Dr. Grissam looks at you dully over his chart. You sit on the low stool, unable to even take the step up to get on the bed. He sighs and taps his pen on the clipboard.

“I did recommend the cane last time,” he reprimands.

You wince. He did and you couldn’t afford it then, just like you can’t know. And the bill for this visit will be another dent in your monthly stipend. You’re rationing your oatmeal and keeping your bread frozen.

“I know. I… I should’ve listened,” you hang your head. Dr. Grissam is a stern man but he signed off on your ministry papers. Without his little scribble, you’d have nothing.

“It’s a lesson,” he sniffs, “there’s a mobility store. I recommend it. They have a big selection, affordable too.”

Affordable. That’s not within your vocabulary. He jots something down on the little pad and rips the sheet off, holding it out. “More pain meds. Ten tablets. You take them when you need to, not when you want to.”

“Yes, doctor,” your murmur.

He’s always been stingy but you don’t ask for the pills. He gives them but acts like you’re some sort of fiend. You accept the script and get up, clinging to the stool until you get your balance.

“Is it close?” You ask.

“Bus takes you straight to it. Couple blocks down.”

“Oh,” you nod, “thank you, doctor.”

“Make sure you see Charity. It’ll help.”

You utter an empty promise to do so before you leave. You can’t afford to see the physio either. You told him that before but you don’t think he heard you, or wanted to. In his eyes, it’s your own fault you’re like this. You can’t help but wonder if it is.

You won’t use the prescription. You can’t pay the pharmacy fee. You check the address scrawled beneath; you can walk there… slowly. You’ll have to take some breaks but it will be easier when you have a cane. Getting back won’t be as taxing, but you expect, you’ll draw even more stares.

Bucky

She went into the store nearly forty minutes ago. The small depot is nestled between a convenience store and vape shop. She walked all the way there from the plaza of her doctor's office.

He kept pace with her, hanging back when she sat on a bench and rubbed her hip. He still can't shake the image of her on her bed, crying on pain. The days since haven't proven any easier. 

He stares at the marquee. The mobility shop displays scooters and walkers in the window. He can guess why she's there. He can tell it took more than just the physical effort to make herself do so.

He's antsy. He hopes she's okay. She didn't look very happy after her appointment. She even seemed defeated. 

The door opens and closes. He's disappointed. It's not her, only an elderly couple. Despite the let down, he can't help but feel a dimple in his cheek. That could be them one day, a whole life ahead of them.

He checks his watch. He's supposed to meet up with Sam in a couple hours. He can cancel, he isn't exactly in the mood to be hazed. 

When the door opens again, he's transfixed. It's her. She walks steadier with the cane but still uneven. She keeps her free hand on her hip as she appears to test out her new gait, figuring out how best to place the cane.

She grows more confident as she goes. He notices her slow down and peer through the window of the bakery nearby. He keeps his distance, still across the street. He’s noted that too. How she meticulously measures out her food. A can of soup is split across three meals with nothing else. She eats slow when she remembers too.

It’s starting to get to him. So much it makes him itchy. She needs him to take care of her. She can’t do it herself. Not because of her hips or her lack of trying. He can barely do it either. He sleeps on the living room floor in the light of television just to feel a little less alone.

She’s a lot like him. He sees that more and more. As he does, he feels her pain like his own. More than his own.

He can’t keep waiting. If he does, she could get hurt. He can’t bear to keep watching her suffer like this. He can help her. He knows he can. She might not, but he can show her. It’s not the way he wanted to but his hands are tied.

He should go see Sam. He promised. Besides, he needs a favour.

Her

The shadows move just on the other side of your eyelids. You’re groggy as slowly you’re drawn awake by the odd scratching. A breeze flows over your body and you roll onto your side. Your lashes flutter and gasp as you notice the front door. It’s open!

You sit up, panic swelling in your chest. Someone’s in your apartment. You hear them, sifting around in the drawers. You turn and see the silhouette of the intruder, shoulders broad as he’s distracted by your sparse belongings. You reach for the can against the side of the folding frame.

As you swing it to the floor and haul yourself up, the man turns. You cry out as he sees you, stalking forward, his eyes flitting between you and the door. He seems to hesitate as he comes closer and closer. You aren’t fast enough to run.

He stops, frozen, as if he’s afraid of you. You don’t know what to do so you raise the cane and smack his shoulder. 

“Get out!” Your heart hammers wildly. What are you doing? This man could break you in half. “Get-”

He hisses and pushes the cane away as you aim it at him again. He lumbers around you, shielding himself with an arm as he hurries to the door, shoving through the heavy grate. He mutters something you can’t make out. You set your cane straight and limp to the door, eager to close it behind him.

You hear him outside, grunting and groaning. You keep from shutting the door as you see him tangled with another shadow. The man in the hoodie remains faceless as a thick arm wraps around his neck. Another man wrestles him down to his knees as a slat of light limns his square jaw and bright eyes. You gape  through the iron bars of the outer door.

“Lock the door,” he grows as he continues to struggle with the intruder, “now.”

You obey. You recognise the man but you can’t place from where. It doesn’t matter. He can’t be bad if he’s fighting a robber, right? You turn the locks, the lower one broken completely. You strain to watch through the peephole. 

You can’t believe this is happening, that that man broke in and you didn’t even notice. Not until he could have hurt you. Not until it was too late.

[shininjjongg]

It’s easy to hate Michael Kaiser

Author’s note: A small drabble cuz im a huge sucker for enemies to lovers trope

Pairing: Michael Kaiser x gn!reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: Alcohol, verbal abuse, aggressive behaviour, physical assault, sexual assault, bullying. 

It is easy to hate Michael Kaiser.

There is a plethora of reasons to hate Michael Kaiser.

He's arrogant, annoying, self-centred, rude, and, most importantly, unprofessional.

Michael Kaiser made your life a living hell all because he is unprofessional and can not draw a line between work life and personal feelings. 

Kaiser despised your guts, and he never shied away from making it known to everyone and their grandmas.

You're not certain as to what could have possibly caused this rowdy irritation he feels whenever you enter his field of vision.

You tried to be civil, you really did. We're all adults here, right? Wrong. Michael Kaiser is nothing but an overgrown child. You thought you could work with him despite him cursing under his breath each time you tried to hold a conversation with him. It's not like you were trying to chat him up; no, you were just trying to give him important information about his upcoming matches and events that were planned.

He was insufferable. You have considered leaving the job several times, all because of Kaiser and his inability to keep personal feelings out of his professional life.

He picked at you every chance he got. You were 5 minutes late to the meetings? No worries, Kaiser has already been complaining about you being unpunctual for the last 20 minutes. You accidentally messed the times in his schedule for the week? He will remind you of that every time he sees your face. You went to get a coffee from the cafeteria but didn't grab one for him? What kind of a manager are you even if you can't do your job properly.

The first time you met Kaiser was 6 months ago when you were assigned to be Bastard Munchens manager. If you had known the absolute nightmare that Michael Kaiser would be towards you, you would have NEVER taken the job.

On your first day, you were introduced to all the players of the team; they were all nice and welcomed you warmly, except Kaiser, who didn't even glance your way. Initially, you thought that maybe he just had a bad day. But you knew you were lying to yourself, you've heard what people say about him, about his character.

You refused to believe the essence of Michael Kaiser was to be a jerk. He can't be that bad, right? Wrong. Kaiser made sure he proved to you each day why he had the reputation of number one bastard in Bastard Munchen.

After winning a particularly hard match, the whole team decided to go celebrate and invited you as well. Even tho you were hesitant, considering Kaiser would go out of his way to make you feel uncomfortable, you still agreed. One night out wouldn't hurt, would it?

After arriving at the club, everyone scattered around doing their own thing, dancing, drinking, flirting. You were sitting at the bar, staring at your drink and listening to Ness talk about this amazing goal Kaiser landed in the match.

You love Ness, truly you do, but god, all he ever talked about is Kaiser. You were honestly getting sick of it. After not-so-careful consideration, you excused yourself to the restroom to freshen up a bit.

Upon entering the restroom, you heard someone follow you right away, not that you cared enough to pay attention to who it was that entered.

You let out a surprised yelp when you suddenly felt someone press themselves to you and cage you between their body and the counter. Shocked and scared, you didn't know what to do or what to say, anxiety and fear taking over your body as you started shaking.

Looking in the mirror, you saw the predator's face. It was the guy who had been glaring at you ever since you stepped a foot into the club. His intense staring made you uncomfortable, but you were here with Bastard Munchen, they would never let anyone lay a finger on their precious manager.

Alas, you didn't think the guy would be such a creep to follow you into the restroom to make a move. A loud banging noise broke you away from your thoughts. He had instinctively let go of you due to the loud noise, and by the time he had figured out there was no real danger, you had already made a beeline towards the door.

Hurrying back to Ness to gather up all your belonging and bid goodbye as you left the club and called Uber.

Upon arrival at your apartment, you collapsed. Head hanging low, lost in thoughts. You had escaped by pure luck. Who knows what that creep was planning to do.

Deciding to relax a bit you ran a hot bath and plopped yourself in it. Sighing heavy as your skin came in contact with the water. All you want to do is wash away everything that happened that night.

After an hour or so you had already gotten out of the bath and were getting ready for bed when you heard aggressive knocking at your door.

"Who in the world is banging on my door at 3 in the morning."

Scoffing, you made your way to the front door, opening it.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the sight you had witnessed. There he stood, in all his glory, Michael Kaiser.

Upon further inspection, you noticed he reeked of alcohol and could barely stand on his own, and... he was covered in blood.

Wait... why was he covered in blood. Is he hurt? Did he hurt someone? Why did he come to you? What was going on?

You mind became consumed by tens of thousands of unanswered questions and before you could speak he beat you to it.

"You okay?" he mumbled in a low tone.

"I'm supposed to be the one asking the question! What happened? Are you hurt??" you hurriedly spoke while opening the door wider to let Kaiser in.

"'m okay, not my blood" he said as he stumbled into your apartment

"Did you get into a fight?" now, you were getting pissed. Of course he got into a fight, it's Kaiser we're talking about.

"I beat up the guy who touched you." he said nonchalantly while making his way into your living room.

Did he beat up the guy from the restroom?

Before you could process what he said, he turned back to face you and said

"Came to make sure you're okay"

It's easy to hate Michael Kaiser, he's arrogant, annoying, self-centred, rude, and, most importantly, unprofessional.

[yuck-pfaugh]

Note: I'm writing this only because I haven't seen anyone else touch on these specific points. I'm not Māori, so my understanding may be mistaken; if so I would be very grateful for correction and elaboration from tangata whenua. (And I've only read Nona once so far, and we all know that's a scratch upon the surface of it.)

Tazmuir has received fandom flack for saying in interviews that Gideon and Harrow are both Māori without mentioning it in the text — which understandably reminds sf/f readers of a certain other author's tendency to dispose of the difficult bits outside the actual work. I think it is clear by now that the reason it wasn't dealt with explicitly earlier on is that Tazmuir sticks religiously (ahem) to the flawed and limited knowledge of her point-of-view characters, and in the Nine Houses they have no concept of pre-Resurrection races and ethnicities, because Jod has not allowed them knowledge of any world but his. (Besides, explaining Gideon's lineage in a Doylist aside would have been rather tricky without revealing, before their proper time in the narrative, juicy details about Jod himself.)

My prediction is that we will find out Anastasia was also Māori. Maybe, probably, from the same iwi as Jod and/or G1deon.

Which makes Harrow, her last descendent, Māori as well.

No matter how many generations separate them. No matter how much other blood.

"Mixed Māori" or "[percentage] Māori" is kind of a pākehā concept. The more important question is, do you whakapapa? Do you know who you are? Do you know where you come from? All it takes is one verified ancestor and you're in the club, no matter how long it's been or what brand of egg carton your skin looks like on the book cover. I think Harrow is descended not just from a line of Tomb-keepers but a line of kaitiaki, guardians of the land, who through Anastasia's private pact with Alecto are sworn to protect her — Papatūānuku, the earth mother born from salt water — and who have been holding on for ten thousand years to right Jod's wrongs. We know salt water is sacred to the line of the Ninth House; we know that Alecto was called "the saltwater creature"; we know that it's Nona's natural element, which calms and renews her; all this links Alecto/Earth specifically with Māori creation myths, more than any others. And we know that preserving the ancient bloodline of the Ninth, Anastasia's bloodline, in Harrow's own improbable and desperately yearned-for person (that Alecto can recognise at a taste), was the goal Pelleamena and Priamhark pursued at the cost of the Ninth House's entire future.

Yes, this series is portraying an indigenous man as the destroyer of Earth. We know that Earth chose him as her saviour and he betrayed her, imprisoned her, set himself up as master of an empire that was her antithesis, then imprisoned her again — arguably worse sins for someone who was born into that special relationship with the land, whom the Earth loved and trusted so much and still loves even now because love past understanding is her gift.

But here's the answer to that. Here's his opposite number. Harrow, who fell in love at first sight with the Earth, who found in that love her reason and her drive to continue living and to hold to her goals through intolerable trauma, who has a unique combination of bloodline and genius and Jod-and-Alecto-derived power (through her Lyctorhood with Kiriona Gaia, wherever that ends up going) with which to fulfill this sacred pact entered into by her tipuna Anastasia.

Harrow being Māori is not a trendy convenient afterthought. It's an integral point.

Harrow knows who she is. She knows where she comes from. She knows where she's going: Hell itself, to get to the bottom of all this shit. So I think we will be hearing more along these lines.

[colectingstrz]

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➤ (💌) oneshot | niki x fem reader | college au | fluff | low-key a love triangle but not at the same time | word count 7.8k | this is not proof read !! the punctuation is non existent!! So bare with me 😭 |warnings : characters in this story attempt to take advantage of the reader at some points but not so a huge huge extent.

“You give me butterflies, you know? , My heart has gone to paradise”

You’ve always had a little crush on Jungwon but on your mission of getting him to notice your existence you slowly start to crave the attention of someone else.

MARCH THE 20TH back on your first day of attending the badminton club, was the first time you set your eyes on jungwon. Just seeing him play was fascinating to you, he wasn’t a sore looser unlike the others he would take his loss gracefully thanking the opposing team for a good game. When he would win, a beautiful smile marked his face the sight putting you in a trance you couldn’t take your eyes off of him he was just..perfect.

You wanted to talk to him but your nerves got the better of you, the shyness eating you alive in that moment.

Now here you waiting outside of the detention room. Your teacher had assigned you to collect extra textbooks for the class. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal for you not at all but.. since lee heeseung is back your slightly nervous it means you would have to encounter him

You gulped.

Come one y/n you can do this! Your a bad bitch just collect the books and go

you slapped your self gently in hopes to muster your courage “ just ignore them and retrieve the books easy” you took one last deep breath before entering the room. You soon realised you were just being dramatic as your entrance raised no heads everyone was either sleeping or emersed in their conversations which you were greatly thankful for.

You reach the corner of the room behind the teachers unoccupied desk checking each drawer for the books. Maybe it’s on the other end let me check You stood up walking towards the back reaching for the top shelf

“y/n”

Ignore him ignore him ignore him ignore hi-

“Y/n sweetheart.. you know it’s rude to ignore someone’s who’s talking to you right ?”

You gulped nervously slowly turning around to lock eyes with heeseung and he smiled. Normally you would return it back but something about his wasn’t friendly. “ it’s been a while since I’ve seen you..oh did you cut your hair it looks cute “ you smile shortly getting ready to turn away until he spoke again

“You know.. me and the boys are throwing a party on Friday you should come.. I would really want you to make it y/n”

And I would really not want to make it heeseung

you don’t answer simply humming and you turned away starting to collect the books and placing them on a pile on the desk beside you. Trying your best to showcase that you don’t want to talk but heeseung clearly choose to ignore the signs

“what have I told you about ignoring me I find it really offensive “

Shortly after that you could hear the chair move and the sounds of footsteps followed.

“ don’t ignore me “ he spoke whispering lightly in your ear his warm breath causing chills to run down your spine

“Hee-

“ quit it heesung can’t you see she’s uncomfortable?”

Thank god thank you thank you thank you whoever that is

you both turned around to identify the voice. To your surprise it was that tall guy that always hung out with jungwon what was his name again.. ah Niki

You wondered why he butted in unlike the others who just minded their business as no one dared to step up to heeseung but he did.. and for you it honestly made you feel somewhat flustered by his actions

Ahh i guess if he hangs out with jungwon he’s just a nice guy like him.. nothing much to it

“ come on bro.. I was just having fun “

“ well she clearly isn’t so cut it out..bro”

You could feel the choking tension between the two the whole scene made you greatly uncomfortable. You wanted to thank Niki but the way there were glaring daggers into eacother told you that now was not the time leading to quitely take your leave.

“Ayy, drop the question”

YOUR NOW ALONE as you leave the girls changing room walking into the courts well your aren’t really alone as other students are here but your best friend sunoo is sick so you therefore had to attend badminton alone and have no confirmed partner..

The thought of having to ask some random person to partner up with them makes you want to kill yourself. Sunoo why did you have to catch a cold on all possible days… Damm it

you sighed as you fiddled with your raket just looking around in Boredm until you spotted Niki in the corner. You quickly approached him “hey niki” you waved to which he jumped slightly at your presence “ y/n..” he smiled at you waving back “ what brings you here?” He asked while playing with the shuttle “ I just wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday i really appreciate it “ you smiled at him

Niki just started at you blankly not saying a word. Why is he not saying anything ? Did he even hear me.. “ uhhh.. earth to Niki? Heloooo” you waved your hands aggressively in his face which snapped him out of his trance “ sorry I uhh..spaced out” “ and your welcome y/n” and he quickly smiled at you before turning away.

Well this is awkward..

You both just stand there doing your own thing while you waited for the rest of the students to come out so the club could start. You wanted to to say somthing to him to make it less awkward but aren’t sure. After all this is like your 3rd encounter with Niki this whole term you don’t really talk to him at all.

So you brought up the only thing on your mind

“Sooo.. where’s jungwon” typical of you right? All your interactions with Niki consisted of jungwon somehow regardless if he was there or not.

“ ahh he’s not feeling to well so he’s not going to be in for a few days.. where’s your friend ? Ahh sunoo “ he’s also sick so it’s just me !” You laughed awkwardly

Why is he so awkward I don’t remember him being this awkward well yes he was always but quiet but- “ since both our friends aren’t here.. do you uh want to be partners with me “ he whispered in a low tone causing you to move closer to him slightly to hear him better to which he moved back

“ chill Niki I’m not gonna pounce on you.. you just speak so quietly “ Niki laughed slightly “ this is how I normally talk tho..” you smiled again dragging Niki slightly by the edge of his hoodie “ sure! I would love to be partners with you “ you both headed down to the main court to start the class.

After a long ass demonstration which felt like forever your teacher finally set you of in your pairs. You and Niki choosing to go into the corner

“ niki.. I can not do this I’m giving up” you sighed dropping your racket down and niki chuckled at the sight “ just take it slow if you keep on practicing you will master it eventually like me see?” Niki performed the complex serve with ease causing you to feel even more doubtful “ that’s easy for you to say mr badminton addict “ you rolled your eyes and Niki laughed “ come here I’ll teach you I’ll give you a private lesson “

Niki swiftly stood behind you his back pressing against yours as he reached behind your elbow holding it in place “ you move your right hand like this..” he continued to manover your hands into place as he explained the rest to you. Somehow you lost your focus as you became hyper aware of how close he was to you right now.

If only I could be this close to Jungwon right now..

“ now you try and have a go” you froze in your place. Shit I should have been listing now I’m gonna make a fool of myself “ uh…” Niki laughed “ it seems you weren’t paying attention as usual “ he said the last bit under his breath causing you to raise your brow “ as usual? What’s that supposed to mean ?” Niki smirked “ normally you can’t keep your eyes jungwon”

…… am I really that obvious

“ whaaaaat me? Liking jungwon? Nahhh where did you get that idea from hahaha..” you avoid eye contact with him “I never said you liked him “ you could feel the tease in his tone causing you to mentally face palm yourself I just outed myself like an idiot y/n are you really that stupid.. he’s probably going to tell jungwon and then he would think I’m weird and stop talking to me and I will then fall into a deep depression and my life would be over an- “ don’t worry I won’t tell him if that’s what your worrying about “ you sighed “ thank you thank you so much Niki the last thing I would want is for him to look at me differently..”

this is so embarrassing you awkwardly look down and fiddle with your fingers just wanting this conversation to end it was already weird enough that Niki best friends with him. “how about we make a little deal?” You hummed “ if I can help you get with jungwon you help me with my biology class “ you thought for a moment considering the pros and cons of his offer

In a sense it’s good for you and you can finally have a chance with jungwon and helping tutoring Niki won’t be so bad either. “ deal accepted “ you brought your hand out and he egerly took it giving it a firm shake. A shake which felt like for 10 minutes as Niki seemed to lock his hand tight around yours leavng it to linger longer than what a normal handshake should have lasted

Why isn’t he letting go..

You quickly removed it and masking it with a small laugh and going back to practicing. deep down you could feel the increasing pace of your heart after holding his hand for so long you didn’t quite understand what is was you were feeling

It’s nothing must be the badminton adrenaline or something

“Attention, attention”

YOU HATE THE LIBRARY. but today you would learn even if it’s by force to love the library as it was jungwon’s favourite place to study and have his chill time like he is now.

“ he comes here every free period except Thursdays and Mondays as he is busy with vice president duties “ you nodded making a note down on your book. You feel Niki starting at you “ what..” he shakes his head reaching over to your book and throwing it in the trash can beside you “ what the fuck” he puts a finger on your lips silencing you “ you don’t need that this isn’t some exam..”

Doesn’t mean you can throw the brand new book I got for this specific thing in the bin tssk

“ but how am I supposed to remember and study jungwons likes and interests..” you spoke displaying a pout “ your reading to much into it y/n.. you have to rizz him up in a natural way trust me “ you sighed going along with nikis instructions

“ now approach him go!” He pushes you forward a bit to hard causing you to trip and fall and along with you your bag and it’s contents fall out as well. Great. Now I’ve fallen in-front of my crush I’m going to jump out the window and just die “ oh my y/n are you alright ?” jungwon quickly approaches you while he starts to collect your things “I…I..I’m fine” Stop stuttering

“Thank you jungwon” you smile brightly has he handed you your items one by one into your bag for you. He’s such a gentleman he can’t be anymore perfect “ so.. what brings you here? Your not a regular ?”

“ uh.. I..I just wanted to try out a new environment sunoo always preaches about how the library is the best yeah..” he nods in acknowledgement “yeah it is I love the peace and quiet it really allows me to focus and relax “ you smile again “ yeah totally..” this place is quite dead but if you love it jungwon I love it too

You spend the rest of your time talking with him about various topics the more he spoke the more you crush grew. He was everything you wanted in a guy and too top it off he was amazingly attractive too. You quickly forgot about Niki who sat in another section watching the two of you with a slight frown on his face.

What was that about ? Everything was going according to plan wasn’t it ?

“ your going to heeseung’s a party? “ jungwon nodded “ yes even though heeseung doesn’t have the best rep he is still my friend we go way back I wouldn’t miss it “ you nod slightly “ you should come too!” You smile “ of course heeseung actually invited me himself “ you saw the light in his eyes darken for a split second “ oh really.. I wanted to be the one to ask you actually “ he looked away avoiding eye contact “ it’s fine though.. I’ll see you at the party? “ you nodded enthusiastically and he smiled “ I have a meeting to attend so I’ll see you another time.. it was great talking to you y/n” he smiles waving at you before leaving in the opposite direction

you practically melted into your seat as you slide down the chair letting your head fall backwards “ I just had a conversation with jungwon for more then 5 minutes omg “ you shot up again placing your hands on your cheeks

“Seems like it went well “ you were shocked to see Niki assuming he had just gone away afterwards but you didn’t question it “ yes it did i have never held a conversation with him for longer than 2 minutes Niki you have change my life! “ you happily beamed at him and you rested your hands on either shoulder “ im glad I could be of service to you “ he smiled slightly “ he wants me to go to heeseung a party on Friday “

“ your not going right ?”

You shook your head “ I wasn’t before but if jungwons going and wants me to go.. who am I to say no “ you giggled like a little school girl at the thought of what he said to you earlier and Niki displayed an unreadable facial expression to which you raised your brow “ I understand the whole project jungwon is in motion but I don’t suggest you go to that party “ you frowned “ what.. you said I should jump at any opportunity to hang out with jungwon ? Didn’t you” he sighed

“ I know but you know heeseung and his events in general it’s not a good idea for you to come it’s not like your jungown where your his friend it’s dangerous for you” Niki practically pleaded somewhat begging you not to go “ okay.. I won’t go “ Niki sighed in relief “good”

“Look at you, and my heart jumps out of my chest “

FUCK IT IM GOING IT IM GOING TO CHOOSE MY OWN DESTINY. You thought to yourself as you are now stood at heeseung’s door as you gain the courage to ring the bell.

Before you could reach for the bell the door flug open realving the guy you remember to be called Jake who was your previous lab partner for the last term. He smiled at you and welcoming you in with a hug “ hey y/n! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you at a party did you hit your head somewhere “ you laughed hitting him gently “ just wanted to have some fun that’s all “ you two continued talking until you spotted jungwon in the corner

Approaching him you waved to which he returned one back “ hey y/n… he observed you form top to bottom “ you look beautiful “ you blushed slightly looking down to which he laughed slightly “ you enjoying the party so far ?” You nodded “ it’s not bad “ he hummed

“ you want to grab a drink ?” You nodded he reached out his hand. You took it with no hesitation letting him guide you to the bar section “ anything you like it’s on me tonight “ he smiled at you thank god I didn’t bring any money with me.. ahh a man who can spoil me I could get used to this “ I’ll have the black panther cocktail please “ jungwon ordered after you. “ so y/n what’s your type “ you raise your brow “ type? What type of alcohol I like ?” He shook his head laughing “ no I mean your type in a guy.. just curious that’s all “ he looked at you intensely causing you to avoid it immediately “ uhh-

“Oh y/n I’ll be right back just stay here okay?” You nodded and he quickly disappears into the crowd reaching out for his phone. I guess he has an important phone call you sit their just chilling on your phone.

That’s until you felt a light tap on your shoulder

“ I knew you would come”

Your face dropped at the voice. Damm it I hoped I could avoid you heeseung

“ oh.. hi” he approaches you slowly as he swiftly sat in the unoccupied seat next to yours “ I would love to have small chat with you but let’s not ignore the elephant in the room..” you avoid eye contact “ why have you been avoiding me ? Y/n” you sigh taking a huge sip of your cocktail

“ why do you think heeseung “ you spoke harshly “ you can’t be upset with that.. “ he teased what..? “ how could I not be upset ! You tried to take advantage of me “ you rose your voice already getting worked up all over again as if you were reliving the moment. Heeseung just laughed as he rested his hand on your thighs “ come on.. what did you expect me to do when you were wearing that little black dress..” he spoke lowly as his hands rose higher

No..not again

You tried to move his hands but he pinned yours on the table firmly his strength overpowering yours “ just trust me y/n I’ll make it up to you hmm?” He spoke in your ear as he continued to raise his hands. You wanted to crawl in a hole and just cry you felt so weak and helpless no one could even tell what was happening too drunk to notice and it was crowded.

“What the fuck do you think your doing ?”

You both looked up to see Niki… Again he had saved you.

Heeseung quickly pulled away getting up and raising his hands in defence “ chill little boy.. I was just testing the waters I’ll lay of your girl “ he smirked as he walked off into the crowd Niki quickly came to you placing his hands on your shoulder “ I know your gonna say I told you so and alll b- “ I wasn’t going to” you looked at him surprised “ are you okay “ you shook your head “ no.. not really I just want to go home “ Niki held your hand “ come with me “ he helped you out of the party taking you outside

Why is it soo Damm cold why didn’t I bring a jacket ? I’m so stupid

It’s like Niki could read your mind as he quickly wrapped his leather jacket around your shoulders supplying you with temporary warmth. “ thank you..” he nodded “ I don’t have a car.. we might have to take a bus if that’s okay with you..” you smiled “it’s fine I don’t live that far actually I can walk home form here “ you started to walk and Niki held you back “ no way.. I can’t let you walk by yourself at night I’ll accompany you”

You shook your head. “ no I insist.. let me walk you home y/n” you froze not really knowing what to do with his proposal. His choice of words and the intention somehow making you feel cared for like you were a priority.. his priority.

You would never admit it though you tried to convince yourself he was just being nice. Yeah Niki is just a nice guy after all anyways.. nothing much to it

“ do you now understand why I didn’t want you to go ?” You nodded “ yeah.. I guess I just wanted to talk to jungwon so bad that I didn’t even think about the possibility of running into heeseung…” you spoke while looking ahead into the distance “ good thing I spotted you in the crowd “ you smiled slightly “ yeah.. my hero “ Niki looked down smiling. He ears going red in an instant. Hearing you say that to him was enough to make his night. After all he was just happy to have your attention in this moment even if you had eyes for his best friend.

“ I’m your hero?” You nodded gripping his jacket tighter as the breeze sent a wave your way “ yeah.. your like uhh.. Spider-Man minus the webs and stuff “ he chuckled “ and your what.. gewn?” You thought for a moment. Before answering “ yeah.. I guess I am I’m probably gonna Need saving sometime next week you better com to my rescue when I need you Niki “ you teased poking his arm to which he poked yours back “ I’ll always come and save you y/n.. without a doubt.”

You have finally reached your house slowly approaching the door you turn to Niki “ ah! Here’s your jacket “ you reach it out to him and he pushes it back into your chest “ keep it” you raised a brow “ but it’s yours ? You keep it “ bringing it out again to which he pushes it back to you again “ keep it “ he spoke sternly

You’ve always been quite stubborn and you were not going to back down. After all you felt bad as it ment Niki would have to walk back in the cold “I don’t want you to catch a cold or anything.. just take it it’s yours anyways “ he shrugs “ I’m Spider-Man I’ll just sling back home no need to worry about me y/n” he gave you one last cheeky smile preventing you form handing it back to him again as he practically sped off

“ he’s so silly he’s gonna get sick..” you look down at the jacket and back at his retreating figure in the distance.

Niki silently walked with an AirPod in his ear playing his favourite playlist. Though his music begins to fade out as he keeps replaying your interaction in his mind. The way you would smile at him would give him hope that maybe you could open up your heart to someone else.. to him but then he sees your smile towards jungwon on multiple occasions and is hit with a hard brick of reality

He would never be jungwon.

Your attention was always on him while his was always on you.

Niki was lost in his thoughts until he felt something hit his head causing him to turn in confusion.

“ sorry I didn’t mean to aim for your head “ you scratched the back do your neck awkwardly. Niki was flustered that you had followed him this far. Your action almost giving him hope. “ I know blah blah blah why did you follow me here blah blah blah.. I just felt bad you know.. I don’t want to be the reason your sick just take it “ Niki doesn’t speak he’s to stunned “ come on “ you urge him to put on the jacket “ I didn’t follow you for 2 mins for nothing put.the.jacket.on” Niki didn’t say anything and silently obeyed “ thank you y/n.. honestly you didn’t have to “ you smiled shaking your head “ nah it’s cool.. after all since I got home I technically didn’t need it anymore right now it needs to go back to its owner “ Niki smiled ruffling your hair

The action surprised not only him but you as well as he stood awkwardly with his fingers tangled in your hair when he had realised what he was doing and you just stood there refusing to meet his eyes. “ uhh sorry I just uhh” you laughed nervously “ it’s fine.. i kind of liked it..” you speak shyly looking down “ you liked it..?” Niki stepped closer to you bending down slightly so he could reach your level “ don’t put words in my mouth.. I said kind of “ he again presented you with his cheeky smile inching closer to your face “ it basically means you liked it same thing “ you moved back still avoiding eye contact “ whatever.. Niki”

You didn’t want him to see your face afraid of the expression you were making. You couldn’t stop the smile that was formed or the blush on your cheeks all he did was ask whether you liked it or not you didn’t get why your heart was jumping out of your chest right now. “ I’m going to go now it’s late uhh.. bye “ you quickly turned away running back to your home

Niki laughed at the sight. He thought you were the cutest thing.

“wanna be nice and close, you see?”

THINGS ARE GETTING MESSEY. you and Jungwon are both covered in paint form head to toe red blue yellow you name it. Together you both resembled a rainbow.

Over the past few weeks since the party with the help of niki’s exclusive Info it’s now helped you become a key person in jungwons life. Soon exchanging numbers following each other on instagram and even hanging out outside of school. Everything was going according to plan.

Since jungwon was vice prez he posed privileges unlike regular students like you. He had booked out the art room for an hour just for you and him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up or anything but the thought of him wanting such privacy with you..

The whole thing made you a blushing mess you couldn’t believe it.

“ stooop it jungwon!” You yelled in fits of laughter as he continued to splash paint on your uniform “ why not.. I’m painting my canvas “ he chuckled as he continued what he was doing. Covering you in a range of colours as you had done the same to him earlier. “ what so I’m your canvas now ?” He nodded “ all mine “

All mine.. ALL MINE M. I. N. E. DID HE JUST CALL ME HI-

“ y/n can I ask you something?” He put the paintbrush down beside you suddenly looking more serious. His whole attitude taking a 180. You nodded “ are you and Niki dating ?” The question took you off guard. Causing you to start coughing almost choking on nothing. Jungwon quickly rested his hand on your back gently patting it. “ are you alright ?” You nodded clearing your throat.

Me and Niki.. no way he’s just a friend

A friend that’s all

“ I’m fine.. and no we aren’t dating he’s just a good friend of mine. What gave you the impression?” Jungwon raised an eyebrow as if he was questioning your credibility “ I don’t know.. your always with each other and you even left the party with him too..” jungwon looked down “ I just like being around him that’s all since he’s my freind and speaking of the party if you saw us why didn’t you come ? “ jungwon nervously chuckled not expecting you to ask about his whereabouts that night

“Ahh that.. uhh I didn’t want to intrude but now that you say there’s nothing going on.. I want to take you out “ I’m sorry did I hear that correctly TAKE ME OUT ON ON LIKE A DATE??? “ yeah a date” you quickly clasp your hands over your mouth realising you just spoke your thoughts out loud. Leading jungwon to pinch your cheeks “ your so cute you know that y/n” you don’t respond nothing but a harsh blush forming on your cheeks “ I’ll pick you up on Thursday at 5 sounds good” you nodded.

In the midst of your eternal fan girling you didn’t realise that jungwon was slowly closing the gap between you inching closer and closer your nose’s barely grazing each other.

“ can I kiss you ?” With no hesitation you nodded closing your eyes as you waited for him to press his lips onto yours. I’ve lived my life up to this moment I can’t mess this up.. uhh should I include tongue or would that be coming to strong or should I-

Cutting you out of your thoughts again jungwon grabbed your chin gently pulling you forward and crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss sent a surge of butterflies in your stomach it raised excitement within you.

Well that’s until it was put to stop when niki interrupted the moment unknowingly saving you for the 3rd time

At the sound of the door opening you and jungwon both jumped off each other quickly Adjusting yourselfs

“Uhh… am interrupting something?” He spoke with a certain tone that confused you and an unreadable facial expression “ yeah actually you did Niki..” jungwon spoke sounding equally as annoyed as him “ well I just wanted to let y/n know that out tutoring session was ment to start 10 minutes ago.. I’ve been looking everywhere for you and you won’t answer your phone “ you gasped slightly covering your mouth “ I’m so so sorry I really lost track of time.. wait outside while I pack my stuff “ Niki nodded leaving the room

Now leaving you and jungwon alone again “ are you really gonna go with him? I wanted to be alone with you for longer.. plus we just got started “ he spoke lowly as he rubbed his hands against your thigh up and down and looking at your darkly. His boba eyes not looking so cute anymore.

Is he trying to seduce me ? Cuz it’s working

“ I would love to be with you more but I really must go.. I promised Niki to tutor him anyways I’ll see you at our date yeah” jungwon nodded giving you a small smile “ see you then y/n”

Your now in Niki’s bedroom on either side of the bed the great distance bothering you slightly. You always sat next to each other so you didn’t get why every time you moved up he just moved away until his left side was moulding into the wall. He can’t be thaaat mad that I was late ? He’s acting very childish right now if that’s the case

“ do we have a problem Niki?” You ask and he just gives you a confused look “ what?” You sigh dramatically “ I said do me and you have a problem” he shook his head looking away form you “ there’s nothing wrong what are you talking about “ why is he being annoying right now ? Just answer the question “ if there’s no problem then why are you acting like there is one not talking to me this whole time and moving away from me ? “ he just shrugged “ it’s nothing “ you sighed in frustration “is it because I was late? Come on I already apologised for that “ he scoffed causing you to now raise your brow in confusion

“ maybe if you weren’t to busy sucking jungwon’s face off you would be aware of the time? Or your phone ringing ?” Bruh.. the tone of his voice just pissed you off “ what the hell is your issue? So what if I kissed jungwon everything is going well ?” Niki sighed “ whatever I’m not having this conversation anymore “ he spoke as he stood up getting ready to leave the room

No on walks out on me if anything I should be the one to walk out on him

You storm towards him dragging him by his arm and throwing him back onto the bed so you could tower over him. Your Strength shocking both him and you “ cut it out with the attitude I don’t get where this is coming from but if you have something to say just spit it out “ he sighed again shaking his head “ it’s nothing leave it y/n”

How could I leave it? Just be honest with me Niki what’s really going on

“ don’t tell me it’s nothing there’s clearly something bothering you.. if I did anything to offend you I- “ you didn’t it’s not you..” you raised a brow “ then what is it ?” He looked away “ I..I..it’s nothing “ niki what’s really bothering you. In desperation for an answer you found yourself making quite a bold move in attempts to get somthing out of him

You placed your hands on either side of his cheeks pulling him slightly closer to you “ you know you can tell me anything right ? What’s really on your mind “ niki was stunned by your action more focused on your touch than what was coming out of your mouth. You gave him the confidence to make a bold move of his own this shocking you greatly.

Niki swiftly slipped his finger in the loop of your belt pulling you down on the bed next to him and used his other to reach behind your neck and pull you in for a kiss. He was scared and nervous of your reaction afterwards but in that moment he felt this was the only way he could express how he truly felt hoping this would give you insight.

The kiss ended as soon as it started it was quick short and simple unlike jungwons. When he pulled away you just looked at him blankly “uhh.. I’m sorry I- “ don’t be “ niki looked at you shocked “ I’m not sorry so neither should you “ “ y..you mean that” you nodded not allowing him to speak any further before you now pulled him in again for another kiss. This one a lot more aggressive than the other and longer.

Your hand tangles in his hair lightly tugging on it while he gently placed his hands on your waist delicately like you were glass afraid he would break you.

You both pulled away after some time gasping for air. Just awkwardly looking at each other “ I’m s-“ you put your finger on his lips “ stop apologising I’m not offended or anything.. after all I kissed you back and I kind of liked it..” he now looked at you “ really “ you nodded “ yeah..” you now started to feel shy turning away form him while his eyes stayed on you “ I kind of liked it too..” you nodded still avoiding his sharp eyes

“ can you stop looking at me like that “ he chuckled “ like what ?” You moved away slightly “ like your gonna eat me something.. it’s creepy “ he chuckled again as he inches closer to you “don’t worry I’m full “ he laughs again pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear so he could see your face more clearly .

“ your not funny “

“ was I a better kisser than jungwon”

“Get out “

“Want attention, want attention”

2 DAYS AFTER YOUR KISSING MARATHON. you were still thinking about it the whole experience made you feel somewhat like a whore even tho you were far form that. You couldn’t get it out your head how you kissed 2 boys in the span of 2 hours

“ does this make me a hoe ?” Sunoo laugs slapping your shoulder “ it makes you classy hoe it’s not like you did anything more right…” he gives you a judging stare it slightly offending you “ come one you know me.. I wouldn’t just have sex with anyone especially 2 different guys in one day that’s crazy “ sunoo hummed

“ but the real question is who did it better “ sunoo teasingly wriggles his eyebrows at you “ I don’t know I enjoyed both ?” Sunoo shook his head “ yeah but one had to be better then the other even if it’s by an inch “ you sighed thinking deeply

You liked jungwons kiss a lot it was everything you had dreamed of he was just perfect you felt tingles of excitement form the kiss but it was short lived but on the other hand with Niki’s it was unexpected you didn’t anticipate unlike jungwons but you still thought it was great so great that you wanted to pull him on for a 3rd kiss you wanted to kiss him longer but was too shy to even look in his eyes after that. His kiss gave you butterflies even days afterwards the butterflies never left.

You secretly enjoyed Niki’s kiss more you wanted to experience it again but you would never admit it not even to yourself

“ jungwon. His kiss was way better “ sunoo sighed “ I was rooting for the niki dude but I’m not surprised you’ve been simping for jungwon for ages. “

Now here you are in the library after your down time with sunoo you stayed back as you and to meet Niki for a tutoring session. But you couldn’t seem to focus as you felt so awkward and skittish around him whereas he seemed to be chill wayy to chill for your liking

It’s like the kiss didn’t even happen

“ y/n you good? You seem a bit out of it today “ you shake your head “ no I’m not good at all “ “ what’s up ?” What’s up your seriously asking me what’s up ? After putting it on me you want to know what’s up Niki!?

“ what’s up is the fact that we kissed “ he shrugges “ yeah and..?” You roll your eyes “ what do you mean and? I can’t even teach you with out thinking of it and your just sitting here chilling..” niki looks at you for a moment before speaking “ I’m not really chilling.. I just don’t want to get my hopes up..” “ what?” Before you could question him any further a voice cut you off

“ oh my gosh hi niki!!” You look up to see a familiar face known as yuna you used to be seatmates at one point somewhere last year but you don’t really talk tho .

“ hi yuna what brings you here? Your a bit early ?” He responds with a smile and a laugh. Why is he so giddy for “ hey yuna” She gives you on look and continuous having a conversation with Niki did this bitch just ignore me? And why is Niki ignoring me too am I invisible do I simply not exist?

“ niki are you done?” He doesn’t respond and keeps talking to yuna. Why are you paying me no attention I’m literally sat right next to you stop ignoring me..

After what felt like forever yuna takes her leave “ I’ll wait in the other section until your done as your occupied.. bye niki “ she rubs his shoulder and sends him a Wink to which Niki smiles and waves “do you have a crush on her or something why are you so smily” he just shruggs “ I don’t know she just makes me happy “ you roll your eyes “ do I make you happy “ he nods oh.. well that’s good to know I guess you try to change the subject as his stare starts to make you nervous “ but.. why do you need her to tutor you. You already have one aka me “

“ well Mrs Yang. You so occupied with your new boyfriend our sessions are shorter and I need all the help I can get since the exam is soon” you roll your eyes “ very funny niki..”

“But why her at of all people she’s not even in the top 20 she’s literally a dimwit “ niki gasps at your choice of words “ that’s not nice! Plus her rank doesn’t define her intelligence.. she’s actually quite helpful and she’s pretty “ you frown unconsciously with out realising pretty ? What does that have to do with anything “so you do like her then “ niki shook his head “ I don’t like her I just think she’s cute that’s all who doesn’t want a cute tutor anyway..”

I wonder if he thinks the same about me ?

“ so I’m the ugly tutor then ?” Niki just laughs “ no your not I never said that “ you frown

“ then what am I ?”

“Beautiful your the beautiful tutor y/n”

“Want attention want attention “

YOUR NOW STOOD AT THE MIRORR as you evaluate your looks. You wanted to look perfect for jungwon in hopes to impress him this is a big deal for you and you didn’t want to make any mistakes or somehow put him off you.

The bell soon rings indicating his arrival you rush down starts quickly adjusting your hair in place as you open the door “ h..hi jungwon “ you smile and he returns it back handing you some flowers and chocolate. He’s so boyfriend material omg “ you look lovey y/n” you replied with a small thank you as he guided you to his car.

The date was going amazing the conversations were flowing you weren’t bored at all the location was beautiful he payed for it like the gentleman he appeared to be. He made you feel like a princess and you loved every second of it. Until you didn’t. Somehow not even 10 minutes into the dinner you started to loose interest not necessarily by what he was saying but more cuz your mind was pre occupied of thoughts and feelings for someone else who want present.

For a split second you wished you were on this date with Niki instead.

“ it’s getting late do you wanna come crash at mine for a bit.. if your comfortable that is ?” You nod too eagerly and jungwon laughs slightly as a result

You enter his bedroom and are shocked to see how well kept it is for a guy. “ your room is so neat I didn’t expect that honestly “ he smiles feeling proud after all he cleaned it up just for you. “ I like to sleep in a clean environment I hate messy things “ you nodd “ this is so clean unlike nikis room a total shit show “ jungwon frowns at the mention of his best friends name coming out of your mouth.

He sits down on the bed beside you “ you’ve been to nikis bedroom..?” You blush at the context realising how wrong it could sound not wanting to give jungwon the wrong impression or any idea that you’ve shared a kiss or two in there either. So you quickly try and assure him “oh no no no.. it’s not what your probably thinking.. sometimes I tutor him from his home he prefers to do it in his room that’s all” you laugh nervously while jungwon silently nods

“ so y/n.. now that we are alone don’t you think it’s time we finished what we started hmm?” He speaks slowly as he rubs your inner thigh slightly giving you an innocent look. Damm it here he goes seducing me again and it’s working “what.. kissing?” He laughes tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “ no silly I think we have passed that stage I want to do more with you“ you gulp slightly “ I want to be more intimate with you y/n would you let me ?” He again gives you the innocent look giving a different vibe in contrast to the words coming out of his mouth having a different meaning. You felt your self getting lost in his eyes taking the bait.

“ uhh.. you see i would love to but you know we aren’t dating and I don’t know how I would feel just doing that with any- “ am i just anyone to you y/n?” You pause for a moment “no..” he smiles “ we don’t have to put a label on it let’s just have fun for now how does that sound to you ?” You nod allowing him to take the lead.

It was all going well until you started to see things almost as if you were hallucinating. As jungwon kissed you. His face started to morph the sight was freaking you out. I must be drunk I did have a few drinks to be fair.. but your heart almost stopped when his face was replaced with Niki’s

What the fuck

He then went and kissed your neck trailing down “ you like that ?” If only jungwon could see the shock and fear on your face right now he even sounded like Niki too..it’s as if he and jungwon switched places and you was with him now the whole thing was sooo trippy

You blinked aggressively until Niki was gone only to be met with jungwon

What the hell what the hell was that..

soon afterwards jungwon reached his hand lower and you held it in place. He raised a brow “ what’s wrong ?” You smiled slightly “ I’m not quite comfortable with this can we s..stop please “ you swore you could see him roll your eyes but tried to convince your self it was the alcohol creating illusions like it did before

“ come on.. I’ll be gentle “ you shook your head moving away “no I’m not comfortable “ jungwon sighed “are you a virgin” you nodded “ I’ll take good care of you y/n don’t worry “ you gulped as he continued to move closer while you backed away with your back eventually hitting the wall

“ don’t you want this? “ you looked down not really knowing how to respond. Jungwon ignored your silence and attempted to take off your dress “ stop “ he just hummed and continued what he was doing

You felt panicked.. it’s as if you were reliving that moment all over again back in your first year where heeseung tried to take advantage of you but luckily the police came and shut the party down so he was forced to a stop but this time there’s no police to save you there’s no Niki to save you your on your own.

Before jungwon could make another move you mustered all your strength and pushed him off of you causing him to fall on the bed “ don’t touch me leave me alone jungwon I told you to stop and you kept going what the hell is wrong with you !” He rolled his eyes adjusting himself

“ you can sleep with Niki but you can’t sleep with me ? Come on y/n” you raised a brow Tf is he talking about

“ what..? I never slept with Niki where the hell did you get that from “ jungwon shrugged “ I just have a feeling “ you chose to ignore him as this wasn’t your main concern “ I want to cut this date short “ jungwon smirked “ come on y/n it’s not that deep” you sighed in annoyance “ not that deep? Well maybe for you! It didn’t but it is for me! Do you know how long I’ve liked you? I’ve been waiting for the day we would have a conversation I just wanted to be around you wanted you to see me notice me I wanted your Attention but I’m reality your just a fake asshole.. your not the guy I thought you were “

Jungwon started to clap slowly like he was applauding you the sight making you more pissed off “ bravo y/n! what a suprise as if it wasn’t obvious.. “

“What..”

“ there’s no point in keeping up the act now.. fine you caught me I guess I am a fake asshole this whole date me and you? Was just for bants”

Bants.. fucking bants

“Get out “ jungwon raised his brow “ please don’t get offended it wasn’t my idea it was hees- “ get the fuck out “ jungwon just looked at you “ you do realise this his my bedroom right ? You should be the one getting out “

“ shut the fuck up jungwon “

He raised his hands on defence “ okay chill.. I’ll leave temporarily geez.. you women have anger issues “ he spoke one last time before he left the room. Thus leaving you to sit on his bed in silence as you looked into the ceiling

3 minutes later you recived a call and when you saw it was niki you answered with out hesitation and the butterflies came to make a visit once again

“H..hello “ you quickly sniffed so he wouldn’t catch on to the fact you had been crying

“ are you at jungwons house “ you nodded

“ I’ll be there in 5 stay put“

He hung up leaving you to sigh you wanted to stay on the call longer even if it was just to heat his voice.

“Got me confusеd but one thing's for sure I know you're thе one”

YOUR STANDING OUTSIDE OF JUNGWONS as you wait for Niki’s arrival. By the time you headed out jungwon was already gone. You were not complaining as if you saw him again you might have gone to jail for physical assault and possibly attempted murder.

You couldn’t belive how wrong you were about him. He seems to have such an angel facade but in reality was just the same as heeseung. You always thought it was weird how they were friends but after tonight you can now understand why they are.. just the same as each other.

You regretted the last few weeks all this time with jungwon could have been spent with niki. You enjoyed your time with him always looking forward to your sessions he just made you so happy you couldn’t explain it. But you were so caught up in jungwon to even realise what was right in front of you.

Eventually you could see a figure quickly approaching you. You sighed in relief when you could identify it as Niki. He bent down for a minute trying to catch his breath before speaking “ y/n..” you slowly walked closer to him “ did you run all the way here..” he nodded

Get you a man who can run miles just for you Niki is the mf standard

“ you sounded upset I was scared that something might have hap- Niki stooped when he felt your arms wrap around his waist with your head resting against his chest “ im just glad your here now..t..thank you” Niki didn’t say anything and just wrapped his arms around your small figure.

You didn’t want to let go mainly cuz you craved his touch and because you could feel yourself starting to cry again but didn’t want Niki to see you in that sate.

Niki pulled away cupping your cheeks and wiping away a tear “ please don’t cry.. I hate to see you upset “ Niki your going to be the death of me just hearing him say those words and the look in his eyes just made you cry even more.

Shortly you both arrived at his house where he made it his sole mission to cater to your needs making sure you were okay.

Niki had made you some soup but if anything you now felt emotionally sick and physically sick. It tasted like absolute shit. But seeing how hard he was trying for you even watching a YouTube tutorial made your heart flutter so you ate it with a smile even tho deep down you wanted to throw it all up.

“ you don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to..” you shook your head “ I think if I told you jungwon might be a dead man tonight.. “ you laughed silently while Niki’s gaze darkened “ y/n..” you sighed “ if I tell you please don’t be mad at him.. I’m still upset but I don’t want you guys to like fight because of me your good freinds “ Niki nodded and you started to explain it form start to finish

It would be an understatement to say niki wasn’t fumming right now he couldn’t belive how jungwon would try and take advantage of you and disrespect you like that. “ I’m going to fucking kill him” niki started pacing down the kitchen back and forth and you tried to calm him down but he was in his own world. “ you stay right here” he sped of reaching for his coach getting ready to leave

No no no no

You didn’t know what came over you but it felt right in the moment. You found yourself reaching and wrapping your arms engulfing him in a back hug “ please.. just stay here with me he can wait “ Niki froze his heart beating like crazy he couldn’t believe he was this close to you right now. He quickly forgot about his anger and followed your words.

“ I’m sorry..” you looked at him confused “ sorry? For what “ he sighed “ I was the whole reason this happened on in the first place if I had just minded my business and not suggested the deal this wouldn’t have happened to you..” he looked away from you drowning in guilt. If he had not been so selfish and formed this plan just to spend time with you and confessed to you head on like a man you would be fine.

“ but then if you never made the deal we would have never talked ?” Niki rose his head “ yes the outcome was somewhat bad but..if it weren’t for this deal we wouldn’t be where we are right now ? If anything I’m glad it happed I was able to meet you “ you smiled to which he returned one back

“ Niki actually..” “no” you raised a brow no he didn’t even let me finish

“ I’m not going to be your second option as much as I want to be with you y/n”

You froze a bit taken back by his response and how quickly he caught on. You was going to confess but not to him being the last option. He was deep down always the first choice even if you didn’t know it at the time.

“ no no no Niki wait let me explain- “ no honestly I was just fine being your friend it was enough for me but I don’t want this just as if things were not smooth with jungwon we wouldn’t be having this conversation ever.”

You frownded “ no Niki it’s not like that at all.. I guess I’ve always somehow liked you but I just couldn’t or I didn’t want to come to term with my feelings as I wanted to like jungwon so badly..” he didn’t speak just looking at your silently

“ I guess in a sense jungwons downfall helped me confirm my feelings I don’t know.. I was just afraid and I was so sure I liked jungwon at the time so I just suppressed it all but when you kissed me that day it was just harder for me to come to terms with my feelings I wasn’t sure how to handle them or what to do with them” you sighed before continuing “ plus seeing you all giddy and smily with yuna made me somewhat annoyed? I guess I wanted you too treat me and look at me the same way you did to her I wanted all of your attention but I knew you didn’t feel the same way so again..I kept it to myself and tried to force and experience that I had always wanted with jungwon “

You looked at Niki again trying to read his expression but failed. But to your surprise he flicked your forehead instead “ ouch!” And held it in pain “ your so silly y/n you know that right “ you frowned while holding your head “ what made me think I didn’t like you? I think I made it pretty obvious “ you looked at him confused

What?.. so this whole time I could we could have..

He pulled you in for a hug wrapping on hand around your waist and the other on your head “ you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say those things to me “

“ I never thought that your attention would leave jungwon I always felt like his shadow to you..” he pulled away looking deep into your eyes “ well.. that’s changed now “ you smiled “you saved me again my spider man..so I might as well just fall in love with you” you spoke giving him a teasing look to which he returned one back “ Gwen always falls for spider man in the end “ he winked causing you to playfully hit his shoulder

TWO MONTHS LATER things have been going great you couldn’t have been happier with Niki he always put a smile on your face.

You loved it when he gave you all of his attention it made you feel like you were the only girl in the world the butterflies in your stomach gradually Increasing with every interaction you had.. he was your paradise and you were his.

“ what were you and Jake talking about for so long earlier “ you gave Niki a blank stare “ physics we were talking about physics nothing much to it babe” he frownded “ well if there was nothing much to it babe then why were you smiling and laughing so much “ you sighed crossing your arms “ are you perhaps jealous Niki?” He aggressively shook his head “no” you laughed “ you so are !” “ I so am not!” “ so so are!”

“So so not- okay fine I am maybe a little bit” you smiled reaching out to hold his hand “ why are you stressing when your the one who’s my boyfriend plus Jake has nothing on you he’s to short for me anyways “ Niki smirks “ I am your boyfriend aren’t I” you nod smiling “don’t give Jake all of your attention before he starts getting ideas..” you laughed “ wouldn’t dream of it “

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[nixie-writes]

I love love love that trope where a normally gentle/sweet character does a 180 when their loved one is in trouble. If requests are open could I request how Blitz, Stolas, and Verosika would react their s/o suddenly becoming a badass to defend them?

I love writing for Verosika but I never get requests for her. I'm so happy someone requested her.

Blitz

-you were with him on a mission and Millie and Moxxie were off doing their couples' stuff. You and Blitz skipped on joining, preferring to get some work out of the way.

-you were on the prowl after your target when police officers approached you two, asking unnecessary questions. You tried to make them buzz off but Blitz made a snarky remark and was tazed.

-seeing Blitz be put down like that ignited a spark in you. You pulled out your small dagger and leaped onto the first cop you could reach, digging your knife into his collarbone and scraping bone. He cried out and shoved you off but he was incapacitated by his wound.

-the other cop rounded on you and you swirled down his leg, slicing his Achilles's heel on both legs, dropping him on his ass. You stood up, blood clotting your clothes and pulled out your gun. Aiming it between both cops' foreheads you warned them to fuck off or meet the end of your barrel. They scurried away, one being half carried by the other.

-you turned to Blitz, checking him over. He assured you he's had much worse, like when Dhorks caught him and Moxxie, and was fine but you still worried. He complimented how well you handled yourself and told you he wanted to see more of that in the future.

Stolas

-you were his personal guard during one of the parties his wife, Stella, was throwing. You knew it was wrong to be with a married man but what they didn't know couldn't hurt them, right? Not like their marriage wasn't arranged from the beginning.

-that said, you were by his side through the night as he got shit faced. He chugged Absinthe and danced with you sloppily, getting a little too close to Stella for comfort.

-when Stolas left to use the restroom Stella approached you. "The fuck do you think you're doing with my husband?!" she demanded. You shrugged. "Enjoying your party?" you feigned innocence. It was at this point Stolas arrived back from the restroom.

-"Stella, you're being paranoid. I'm just having fun with my body guard. Go gossip with your lady friends." you were shocked by how brutally blunt Stolas was with his wife and it didn't bode well with her. Lifting an arm she snarled, rearing up on him. "You think I'm naive Stolas? You don't think I see you with your new toy?" she tossed her hand to land a slap across Stolas' cheek but it never hit his face.

-instead you took the slap to your own face, pushing Stolas behind you. "Stella I have been nothing but polite to you but if you're going to be the whiniest bitch I've ever met there's plenty of dirty laundry I can air about you." you threatened, never looking away from her angry glare. After an intense staring contest she snorted and tore her wrist from your hand. "Whatever, you pathetic body guard. You win tonight." with that she left, grabbing a glass of wine as she walked away.

-Stolas thanked you immensely for your intervention and you insisted you were just doing your job, but admitted you hated seeing your man being abused by his wife. He waved it off, she never got out of hand with him, but you made him promise to tell you if she ever needed to be straightened out again.

Verosika

-as another bouncer at one of Verosika's clubs your job was to make sure only the right people entered her parties. You let in most who arrived as they were on the list but one hound showed up who wasn't on the list and refused to leave.

-he insisted you let him in, telling you he was Verosika's biggest fan. You calmly told him you couldn't let him in because he wasn't on the list. He got angrier and stormed past you into the party. You were unable to stop him before he reached Verosika.

-he angrily asked her why she didn't put him on her list. She told him that she wasn't required to do as he asked and her party was exclusively for good friends.

-it was as he reared back to pounce on her that you jumped him, wrapping an arm around his esophagus and choking him to the floor. You held a knee on his spine as you cuffed him and dragged him outside, kicking his ass out.

-Verosika made a public announcement thanking you for getting rid of the heckler and for the first time, announced you as her partner.

-"I'd like to thank my wonderful partner [Y/N] for getting rid of that nasty hound! This party was saved thanks to them, give 'em a hand!"

[night-dazai]

Making Geto Mad

Hello all this is the first time i am writing and i wanted to do a smut scenario , but i started writing a whole ass long story sorry 😭😭😭😭😭

word count is :1572

Forgive me and please let me know if i should finish the smut that i left half way at the end .

Your boyfriend Geto was the perfect man any woman could ask for, with his face, his body, voice, character, and all in all the perfect gentleman. In the whole 8 months of your relationship, he has never actually gotten mad or jealous in your eyes and even if he did he always told you and it was never a misunderstanding. This does not mean you did not have fights, but it has always been handled in a very mature way by your man and this was getting out of hand. You were a virgin before meeting this fine gentleman and true to his appearance he is a gentleman in bed, your first time was blissful and sweet and so have all your makeout sessions been. He has never once gotten rough with you, you were a glass doll he was blessed with and he would never break it for his pleasure … is what you thought. 

It has been 8 months since he changed, the famous but sweet playboy no one knew what he was. Only the people who slept with him or dated him knew him and his best friend Satoru knew that he was a devil in disguise. The first time you entered the school with your sweet-looking aura and tiny body he knew he wanted you in his bed. But little did he plan on falling for you, it was not in his plan but it happened. Your sweet voice laughing, your gentle smile when you saw him in the corridor but the way you turned cold as ice when fighting curses made his dick twitch and so did his heart. It's the first time he wanted to date a girl not to fuck her or just for entertainment. He wanted you, wanted your smile, wanted your body and your soul and he would take it at all costs. After getting you to confess to him he changed and released a bit too late. He could not force you to do anything, he was shocked when he heard you were a virgin. He wondered for nights how such a lovely flower was left untouched in this cruel world but here you were in his arms sleeping peacefully having no idea how badly he wanted to destroy you. He wanted to fuck you, he loved you no questions but he wanted fuck, rough hard and nasty, but he could not. Seeing the tears trickle down your cheeks the first time he entered you, he wanted to ruin you but held on. The way you held his arms trying to hold your life was so cute which made him wonder “Can she ever handle a rough man ?” and he decided no. Every time there was a fight he would go to Nanami to talk and vent but his friend being the calm and rational person he is always listened and told the mostly mature solution making Geto the mature person in the relationship. 

Shoko held your hand tightly as you scanned yourself once again in the mirror “You look sexy and can get 20 to 30 tonight, girl forget your man and enjoy the night “ she said hugging your waist as you looked doubtful. You had never worn such a short frock, the black material was almost transparent making your white inners slightly visible in a teasing way. “Do I look good in this ?” you asked doubtfully but before you could get an answer Gojo burst the room door open “It has been an hour girls let go!!” his voice high and whinny but when he saw you he dramatically opened his jaw and got on his knees “ marry me love I will al-” Ghetto kicked his friend in the ass pushing him aside walked up to you “ love, shall we ?”. His voice was soft and sweet he took your hands kissing your knuckles. You nodded your head and soon you guys started to the club. This was your first time coming to a club “Geto ..” you whispered in his ear to make sure he heard you in the loud place “Yes love?” he asked looking at you “I don't look weird right ?” you asked tucking a stand of your hair behind. Ghetto smiled and placed a glass in front of you “of course love why would you think that ?” he asked snaking an arm around your waist. You looked around nervously for a second and thought about what Shoko told you “ well… i feel kinda weird …” your tone made Geto’s face frown in worry “ why are you feeling sick or you dont like the music should we leave ?” he asked placing his glass down . “No no… just … “ you fidgeted with your fingers “ i might be wrong also but …i feel like people are starting at me “ you voice trailed low at the end . If Geto had not been close to you he would have not heard a word . Gojo and Shoko both were on the floor having a blast while you were trying to make your boyfriend mad. Ghetto smiled looking at you, his calloused hands rubbing on your checks “When my girl is so lovely looking how can they keep their eyes to them, they have to look your angle “ his voice was low and as he spoke in your ear your checkers heated “ oh…i see” you said turning your head and looking at your friends who were waving at you two to join them. You dragged your boyfriend to the dance floor trying to avoid his sly look which was making you squirm. As you were enjoying the floor you noticed how a group of men were approaching you and shoko “Darling, i will be back in a while “ Geto said holding your waist “Whyy..” you asked worried after noticing the group of men “ a puff dear only a little i will be back soon don't worry Gojo is here “ he said kissing your head he felt you with Shoko who was ass of drunk. You kept your thoughts to yourself and continued to dance when you felt someone grab your hand “ kitty want someone to dance with ?” asked a blonde while the rest of the group walked towards you and Shoko “ oiiiii… dance with me “ she said grabbing the man from you and dragging him away but you started feeling uncomfortable walked but before they could grab you again you were pulled backwards “ love are these your friends ?” a sweet voice cooed from behind you . Feeling safe you turned and hugged your boyfriend “Geto..” you mumbled in his chest while the men stopped and walked away “ love you wanna go home ?” he asked but you did not move or make any noise . “y/n look at me ?” he said worried taking your face he saw your glassy eyes small red lips and doe eyes .“Let's go back “ He said and dragged you out of the place with Gojo shouting behind him “ GETO…!!!” . Your ride back was quiet as you calmed down “ will Shoko be alright ?” you asked worried “ Shoko … i would worry about the man more “ Geto said and it was quite again . You soon realise he was taking you to his house and for some reason the air felt heavy in the car and the elevator .  

Due to a word limit this is ending mid way i am extremely sorry the next half in the posted .

Thank you for reading this and i accept any request !!

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+act Magazine January 2024 Issue ft. Hirakawa Yuzuki Interview (translation below)

Publication: December 12, 2023

Hirakawa Yuzuki plays the immovable Rita Kaniska (PapillonOhger) in the Super Sentai series "Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger." In her first appearance in this magazine, she says that while her first priority is to complete this role, there are also things she wants to accomplish next.

"When did you first become interested in acting?"

Hirakawa: It wasn't until I joined my agency that I first became interested. Until then, I was attending a business high school in Kumamoto, my hometown, and wanted to become either a tax accountant or a certified public accountant in the future. Around that time, I learned about the "LDH Presents THE GIRLS AUDITION" and I told my parents, "I should enter like it's a commemorative entrance exam.*" I won the Grand Prix in the vocal and dance category, not the acting category. However, it wasn't until I joined the agency that I tried singing, dancing and acting genuinely. So, it was abit embarrassing being told that I was the Grand Prix winner in the vocal and dance category. (*exams taken for schools you have little to no chance of getting into)

"Your first performance was in a stage play."

Hirakawa: It was in "Moryo no Hako" starring Tachibana Kenchi-san. The play was set where the curtains rise on a scene between me and another girl, and I was so nervous that it caused my stomach to hurt every day. Once I said a few words on stage, I was okay, but until then…I guess that once I got on stage, I felt like I had no choice. But, until I was offstage, my heart would be pounding like crazy.

"Did the fact that it was your first time on stage, and your first performance, have a big impact on you?"

Hirakawa: I always thought that if I broke the tempo of the play in the first scene, things would become out of sync. Even during rehearsals I was told, "The beginning is important. It determines the quality of the performance." That's kind of scary. It's a big responsibility. But, I think they trained me well on that stage.

"What did you find interesting about the stage?"

Hirakawa: I always took lessons with two or three people at most, so more than anything, I enjoyed creating a production together with many people. I also thought it was fun to be with my dependable and kind seniors all the way through the rehearsal period, and that they started to feel like friends.

"Were there any memorable words that were said to you during rehearsals for the play or on the stage itself?"

Hirakawa: They'd say "Just try things out for now." I think I tend to worry about what other people think of me. If I think that I have to do something, I focus on only that. Still, I was told, "Just give it your all for now. It'll be easy to control things from there." This is often said on the set of the Sentai series that I'm currently performing in.

"Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger, right?"

Hirakawa: Their keyword is "Immovable," and I do what I can within that context and to "just give things a try." If I really deviate from the character, the Director will get me back on track.

"Have you seen any other Sentai productions?"

Hirakawa: When I was little, I watched "Tom and Jerry." I haven't really watched the previous series. In middle and high school, I was either doing practice lessons, club activities, eating meals, or sleeping (laughs).

"What kind of programs do you currently watch?"

Hirakawa: Since I started working, because I have alot to learn, I've been watching various things. I've only been alive for 22 years, so there are many things that I don't know. I'm learning about these experiences as I watch these works. What have I been watching…I really can't remember (laughs).

"(laughs). How do you remember your lines?"

Hirakawa: One of my strong points is memorizing things, but I'm the type of person who (intentionally) forgets them immediately (laughs). When they say, "We're done filming this scene," I instantly forget about it. So, I don't really remember much. Recently however, at the recommendation of a co star in King-Ohger, I watched the entirety of "Heaven and Hell: 2 Psychos," starring Ayase Haruka-san.

"Were you interested in Ayase-san and Takahashi Issei-san's personality changing performances?"

Hirakawa: It was interesting to see how the two of them came to know each other through swapping bodies. I also experienced performing a body swap in King-Ohger. Before we filmed it, it was recommended to me with, "This show, it's got body swapping," so I learned alot from it.

"For Rita, did they have the keyword "Immovable" from the beginning?"

Hirakawa: Since my role is that of the International Chief Judge, the words "always neutral" were there from the audition stage. When I was reading the script before filming started, the Director said to me, "Rita is Immovable. That's it." It doesn't mean that they shouldn't move, but that they're unwavering. I was also told, "There may not be much movement, but it holds various meanings. Please be extremely immovable this year." That's why even now, I'm looking for things I can do within being "immovable."

"What did you do at the audition?"

Hirakawa: It was an audition for two roles, the yellow Hymeno Ran, and Rita, who I'm playing. I played both roles in the first round, but when I entered the second round, in terms of her character, I thought, "I'm definitely not Hymeno." From there, I went after Rita.

"Did you feel any similarity between Rita and yourself?"

Hirakawa: I thought I could create something close to the calm and dignified feeling of the character. I'm also pretty tall (166 cm, 5'5"), so I thought that the darker color would also suit me in terms of image. Actually, I had auditioned for the Sentai series and Kamen Rider series multiple times, but most of the roles I've gone for up until now have been for the heroine. So, I thought it wasn't really suited for it. But, with Rita I thought, "That's definitely me." I was pretty enthusiastic, thinking that if I missed out on Rita, I wouldn't get a role like this for about four or five years. And then, until I started working in this industry, I hated my voice.

"But it's an attractive voice, with a deep bassy tone."

Hirakawa: When I finished my first performance, many people said to me, "Your voice is really nice." Do the people around me see this voice as my weapon? Rita's words are very persuasive, or rather, have weight to them. I knew from the audition that I could use my voice in this role. However, since filming started in King-Ohger, I felt that my voice has become even lower. I was trying to make my voice sound deeper, but I ended up sounding lower than usual (laughs). I might be stuck with this low voice. Maybe it'll go back to normal once this role ends.

"What do you currently find interesting about performing?"

Hirakawa: Rita only keeps their left eye visible, right? However, there's a limit to what can be expressed with just the eyes. They're a character that doesn't move that much and doesn't laugh. Things like the inflection and intensity of my lines and how they're conveyed are different from how it's been in the past. Still, by experiencing this kind of role, I feel that the range of my expressions have expanded in slightly different directions. I think I'm lucky.

"What kind of roles would you like to play in the future?"

Hirakawa: In episode 38 of King-Ohger, I performed with my face showing, but I was embarrassed since it had been awhile. A year ago, I would've been able to do it normally, so first of all, I'd like to "reset" that (laughs). I don't have much of a funny role now, so I'd like to play more energetic roles. Also, I want to wear a uniform! I want to be in a school story. It doesn't matter if I'm a class president, a bully, or some kid with a depressed personality. I just want to wear a uniform (laughs). I definitely want to make that happen. But for now, my first priority is to finish King-Ohger. It's been a year, and I think the real battle afterwards will be letting go of Rita and returning to Hirakawa Yuzuki.

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hellohello i'd like to order a confetti cupcake with luke alvez and a hint of a "oh shit are we really doing this" kind of relationship/date whatever thank youuu

this is the cutest ever, i'm so happy with how it turned out! hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

"The Mistletoe Mishap" ~ L. Alvez

pairing: luke alvez x gn!reader

summary: "you'd be surprised just how seriously the bau took their christmas in july celebrations."

word count: 922

warnings: a couple swear words, mentions of food, a lil splash of sexual humor at the end, i think that's it!

genre: festive fluff ❤️✨️

extra notes: the icon in the collage is by @delicatejareau (edited to fit the theme of the collage a lil better) and the dividers below are by @anlian-aishang!

beta read by: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank you, love!)

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🧁 Confetti Cupcakes - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll write you a blurb!

You'd be surprised just how seriously the BAU took their Christmas in July celebrations.

What started as Penelope bringing Christmas cookies to the office one day turned into watching Elf during their lunch hour, Secret Santa exchanges, and weekly contests to see who could show up in the ugliest Christmas sweater (Spencer was winning so far with his sweater made completely out of tinsel).

However, the one unfortunate part of Christmas in July was the mistletoe hanging over every. single. doorframe.

Sure, mistletoe in the workplace was awkward enough as it was, but it certainly didn't help that there was one person you absolutely couldn't get caught under it with.

You and Luke had been dating for a few months by this point and, thus far, you'd successfully kept it under wraps. But every time one of you stopped in a doorway, your heart began to beat so hard, you thought it would bang its way out of your chest.

Usually, you two found a way to keep enough distance that it would be almost impossible to pass under the mistletoe at the same time. But today? The last day of your Christmas in July celebration? Of course it would be the day you didn't.

You and Luke were the last two to show up at the round table room for lunch and a movie, which you'd gathered was Frosty the Snowman when you heard the familiar theme song upon walking in.

Your shoulder brushed something hard as you entered the room, and for some reason, you just knew it wasn't going to end well when you looked up and made eye contact with whoever else was under the mistletoe with you.

You attempted to make a run for your seat, but a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. "Now, Y/N, you know the rules of mistletoe," Penelope reminded you from her seat. You should've known there wasn't a way out of this, not when Penelope Garcia, self-proclaimed President of the 'Christmas In July Club', was around.

The rules of mistletoe varied a little in the workplace, at least. Some people went for high-fives while others went for hugs. Emily had even gone as far as kissing Tara on the cheek one day, but no one dared to kiss anyone on the mouth yet. So, really, there was no reason to panic, right?

Still, you froze in place, your fight or flight mode clearly not having kicked in yet. Instead, your eyes met Luke's with a look that said, 'please save me,' your hands gripping your lunch bag for some form of stability.

Your chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, your heart beating hard against your sternum. "Are we really gonna do this?" you silently mouthed up at him, your whole body on the verge of something close to a panic attack.

"Come on, you guys," Rossi teased, "If Boy Genius can high-five people under the mistletoe, you can too."

Chuckles erupted from your coworkers, but not from you nor Luke. Instead, Luke looked down at you, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips, and somehow, as simple a gesture as it was, the soft eye contact was enough to bring you out of your state of panic. You knew that whatever happened, whether he kissed you or not, and whether or not this kiss led to your secret being exposed, Luke had this, had you.

In one swift motion, he had both his hands planted on either side of your face. "Fuck it," he whispered, barely giving you a second to process the words before his lips were on yours.

His familiar scent fell around you like your own protective bubble as he kissed you, his hold on your face absolutely intoxicating. The taste of his morning coffee burned through you, your stomach doing a loop-de-loop at the sensation.

You knew as soon as he pulled away that all eyes would be on the both of you, but you didn't expect half of their jaws to be on the floor.

"Damn," Emily said, flabbergasted. "Is everyone around here getting laid except for me?"

Penelope was the next to speak, which was quite surprising, considering it looked as though her jaw was out of commission not three seconds prior. "Who knew Newbie could canoodle like that?"

Your face flushed as crimson as the sweater your colleague wore. "Penelope," you scolded her, your hands bringing your lunch bag in front of your face, covering the blush that had taken over.

Luke was having none of that, pulling the lunch bag away from your cheeks. "Y/N sure knows," he smirked before leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

The blonde all but jumped out of her chair. "Is this a thing? How come no one told me about the thing? Why am I always the last to know about a thing?"

Luke tossed an arm around your shoulders, providing you with a sense of calm and comfort as you thought about your next words. "Technically," you started, "you're all the first to find out about the thing."

"Except Roxy," Luke corrected. "She pretty much knew it was a thing before it actually was a thing."

Next thing you knew, the girls were pulling you over to one side of the room, practically begging for details. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Spencer sharing a fist bump with Luke, a smile overtaking your face.

Oh, how they got on your nerves, but oh how, you loved the BAU.

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Racing Hearts - Part 2 // Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Sofia, dragged you to this fancy club, and you reluctantly agreed to accompany her, not expecting much from the night. As you entered the club, you couldn't believe your eyes when you bumped into Charles once again. It seemed that fate, or perhaps Sofia, had led you right back to him.

Masterlist Part 1

Warnings: Fluff, Jealousy, Alcohol

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for your nice feedback! Made my day!

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, and any character portrayals are just how I wrote them - hence fictional! I don't know them, except my OCs.

Tagging: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @softly-writes, @bellewintersroe, @faithm120601, @needtokeepfeelingsincheck, @bbygrllllllll (hope that worked ;))

The night at Jimmy'z pulsated with vibrant lights and infectious music as you and Sofia stepped into the club, your excitement palpable. You remained oblivious to the surprise awaiting, while Sofia couldn't contain her giggles of anticipation.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked, chuckling at Sofia's excitement.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just... really happy to be here," Sofia replied, though you couldn't help but sense there was something more.

Sofia guided you to the VIP area, and a bouncer escorted you to your private lounge. You looked around, feeling slightly out of place in this world of decadence. In Spain, you had danced barefoot in a small tavern by the beach, whereas here, the girls wore high heels and were styled to perfection. It wasn't just a difference in lifestyle; it was an entirely new experience for you.

"A private lounge? Sof, this isn't necessary," you insisted as the bartender presented you with an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne.

"Yes, it is," Sofia persisted, her eyes darting across the crowd. She waved at someone, and you followed her gaze.

When you saw who was approaching you, your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to Sofia in disbelief.

"What on earth is he doing here?" you whispered, your eyes wide with astonishment. Sofia giggled mischievously.

"Told you he would look for you," Sofia said, her grin widening. "He stopped by the store this afternoon, and I told him to meet us here."

Charles approached you, accompanied by his brother Lorenzo. He looked really handsome with his blue jeans and white bottom up shirt.

As his eyes met yours, his heart skipped a beat. You looked breathtaking in your short black dress adorned with golden sequins.

"Charles! You made it," Sofia beamed while you shook your head in amusement. This was typical Sofia.

"Hi, Sofia," Charles greeted her before his attention shifted to you. He smiled softly, causing your nerves to jangle. "Hi, Y/N. It's really nice to see you again."

Returning his smile, you blushed slightly and brushed a strand of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear. "It's nice to see you again too."

Charles sat beside you while his brother settled next to Sofia. "This is my brother Lorenzo. Lorenzo, meet Y/N," Charles introduced them, and you extended your hand to greet Lorenzo. He took it with a warm smile.

"Nice to meet you."

As the night unfolded, you found yourself engrossed in conversation with Charles and Lorenzo. Your words flowed effortlessly, and you felt the instant connection with Charles that you couldn't ignore.

With each passing minute, your walls began to crumble, replaced by a newfound curiosity and an overwhelming desire to explore this unexpected connection further. You couldn't deny the fluttering in your heart whenever Charles smiled or how his laughter resonated deep within your soul.

However, as the night wore on, the outside world's intrusion weighed heavily on Charles. Whispers and glances followed him wherever he went, and you could sense the burden of public scrutiny resting on his shoulders.

Just as your thoughts started to wander, a voice behind you spoke up in French, addressing Charles. He turned around, a grin lighting up his face. "Pierre, mon pote. Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Content de te voir," Charles replied in French.

"Toi aussi, mon ami. Je ne pensais pas te voir ici," Pierre responded, and you glanced at Sofia, who understood everything. However, she realized that you didn't speak French.

"Hi, I'm Sofia. Nice to meet you," Sofia interjected, extending her hand to Pierre.

Pierre shook her hand and smiled, realizing that not everyone at the table was fluent in their language. Then his attention shifted to you, and Charles cleared his throat.

"Uh, Pierre, this is Y/N. Y/N, my best friend Pierre Gasly," Charles introduced you, and you greeted Pierre with a warm smile. Pierre, on the other hand, grinned knowingly, briefly glancing at Charles. The Monegasque had undoubtedly shared your encounter with his best friend.

"Really lovely to meet you, Y/N. Mind if I join you?" Pierre asked, gesturing towards the lounge.

You all agreed, and Pierre settled down beside you. As laughter filled the air and conversations delved into various topics, you quickly realized the many shared interests you had with Charles, such as your passion for music.

You couldn't believe how much you were enjoying yourself. You had initially been hesitant about coming to Jimmy'z, but now, you were grateful for Sofia's persuasiveness. Your group grew more relaxed, and you found yourself feeling more comfortable around Charles.

As the night progressed, the champagne flowed, and the music grew louder. You and Charles found yourselves lost in conversation. You talked about everything from your favorite bands to your dream travel destinations. You couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him, and you found yourself opening up to him in ways you never thought possible.

Suddenly, the club's lights dimmed a little more, signaling the start of a new set. Charles stood up, extending his hand towards you. "Dance with me?"

You hesitated for a second, but your heart won out, and you placed your hand in his. Surrounded by the pulsating lights, the throbbing music, and the close proximity of Charles, you felt alive in a way you never had before.

As the music grew louder, Charles pulled you closer, and you felt your heartbeat accelerate. You could smell his cologne, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. The connection between you was palpable, and you got lost in the dance with Charles, not realizing the jealous and curious gazes that were thrown at you from all around.

A few songs later, you were sweaty and slightly exhausted, so you made your way back to the lounge. You sat back down and started talking again. Sofia, while encountered in a deep conversation with Lorenzo, glanced at her best friend now and then and couldn't help but smile. She hasn't seen you like that since you started dating Oliver back then.

You felt a deep sense of comfort in Charles's presence and genuinely enjoyed your time together. As the night progressed, another person joined your group. It was Marco Rossi, a close friend of Charles and, as it turned out, Sofia's friend and business partner. He settled in with you, and the night carried on.

Pierre seized the opportunity to inquire about your background. "So, Y/N, where are you from?" he asked.

You smiled warmly. "I'm actually from Y/hometown, born and raised."

"Y/country, how nice," Pierre remarked, stealing a glance at Charles. "And what brought you to Monaco?"

You let out a brief sigh. "Well, I've been traveling through Europe for the past six months, taking a break. Monaco wasn't originally part of my plan, but then I decided to visit Sofia," you said, pointing at your friend, who grinned in response.

"Yeah, and I would've been so pissed if you hadn't come to see me," Sofia chimed in playfully.

You laughed, and your infectious laughter brought a smile to Charles's face. He gazed at you lovingly and casually draped his arm over the backrest behind you. You returned his affectionate gaze with a warm smile.

Unbeknownst to you, someone approached your table and stood before you. It was a stunning woman, exuding a catwalk-worthy allure.

Marco, quickly recognizing her, rose from his seat and kissed her on the cheek. "Isabella, what are you doing here?" he asked, a slight hint of panic in his voice.

"I heard Charles was here, and I couldn't believe it, so I had to see it for myself," Isabella replied, sporting a seductive smile. Her long black hair and piercing light blue eyes commanded attention.

You and Charles looked up, breaking your eye contact, and turned your attention to Isabella. "Isabella," Charles said, his voice tinged with confusion and surprise.

Isabella maintained her seductive smile. "Charles, chéri, it's good to see you. And you too, Pierre," she said, not even looking at Pierre. Her demeanor was arrogant, and it seemed as if she wouldn't care about anyone than Charles.

Pierre rolled his eyes at Isabella but managed to force a smile. Sensing your confusion, Sofia discreetly signaled for you to check your phone. You complied and read Sofia's message: 'That's Isabella Rossi. Charles's ex.'

You looked up from your phone, exchanging a bewildered glance with Sofia. Charles had a girlfriend who was this stunning. Of course, he was a famous Formula 1 driver, so it made sense that he would have a model girlfriend. An uneasy feeling washed over you.

"And who might this be?" Isabella asked, her displeasure evident as she looked disdainfully at you while Charles's arm remained draped over your backrest.

You mustered a smile and extended your hand to Isabella. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." However, Isabella regarded your hand as if it were a bug and ignored the gesture.

"Uh-huh," Isabella responded dismissively, redirecting her attention back to Charles, her smile returning. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Charles glanced briefly at you, contemplating whether or not to comply, but eventually sighed. "Yeah, sure," he acquiesced. He was simply too kind to ignore her request. He stood up and followed Isabella to the bar.

"Terreur," Pierre muttered under his breath as he took a sip of his drink, expressing his disapproval.

"Hey, come on, man, she's still my sister," Marco intervened, defending Isabella. You looked at him, taken aback. The resemblance between Isabella and Marco was now unmistakable, with their dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

"She's your sister?" you asked, surprised. Marco simply nodded and took a sip of his drink.

As Charles and Isabella disappeared into the bustling bar, a knot formed in your stomach. You tried to maintain your composure, but a tinge of jealousy coursed through your veins. You couldn't help but wonder if there were lingering unresolved feelings between them.

Sofia sensed your unease and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, Y/N. Charles is here because of you, not Isabella."

You bit your lip nervously, shaking your head. This was precisely why you weren't seeking a relationship. The potential for unnecessary drama was a major deterrent.

When Charles returned, he appeared somewhat distant. Isabella accompanied him, gently placing her hands on his shoulders.

"All right, then I'll see you tomorrow," she purred, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek while keeping an eye on you, seemingly to assert her presence.

You glanced at the scene, raising an eyebrow in an attempt to stay unfazed by Isabella's actions. Soon, the dark-haired beauty vanished, and Charles settled back down beside you.

"Dude, what did the Wicked Witch of the West want?" Pierre asked Charles, clearly not thrilled about Isabella.

Charles looked at his friend, lost in thought. "Oh, nothing in particular. She just wanted to talk about some stuff," Charles explained, ordering another drink.

Observing your uneasiness, Charles placed a comforting hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked with warmth in his voice.

"Hmm?" you replied, unsure of what Charles was alluding to.

"You seem irritated."

Gazing into Charles's sincere eyes, you felt a whirlwind of emotions—happiness, apprehension, and a hint of fear.

"Oh, no, it's nothing," you smiled, picking up your drink. You discreetly pulled your hand away from under Charles, making him wonder if he had done something wrong, but he didn't say anything.

Later on, Pierre excused himself, mentioning that he had other friends at the venue. Marco was already engrossed in conversation with some other people. A new song blared from the speakers, and Sofia leaped to her feet, pulling Lorenzo onto the dance floor.

With the others gone, you and Charles found yourselves alone, and a shy smile spread across your face. Charles noticed your demeanor and scooted closer to you.

"So..." he said, locking eyes with you.

"So?" you replied, curious about where the conversation was heading.

After a brief pause, Charles continued, "I wanted to apologize about Isabella. She can be... a strong-willed individual who isn't quick to warm up to strangers."

You briefly looked away before responding, "That's okay. How long were you two together?"

Charles appeared surprised that you knew about Isabella. "Err, well, we were together for four years, with some... interruptions."

Understandingly, you smiled. "And let me guess. You broke up with her?"

"Is it that obvious?" Charles chuckled.

You tilted your head and joined in the laughter, "Only a little bit."

Charles took a sip of his drink and reclined in his chair, "To be honest, it wasn't easy. Isabella and I grew apart, and we wanted different things. Whenever I talked to Pierre or one of my brothers, they said that our relationship was toxic."

You nodded sympathetically, "I can understand that. It's tough when two people want different things."

Looking at you, Charles softened his gaze, "Yeah, it is. But I'm glad it ended. It was time for both of us to move on."

Smiling, you felt the connection with Charles again, even though you knew Isabella hadn't moved on as he had, but you didn't voice that thought. "I'm glad you're here with me tonight," you said softly.

"Me too, you. You're a breath of fresh air," Charles replied.

Your heart fluttered, and you felt a sense of excitement, finding Charles different from anyone you had ever met. He was kind, understanding, and genuinely interested in you.

As you continued talking and enjoying each other's company, your thoughts kept drifting back to Isabella. There was something about her that set off alarm bells in your head, making you feel uneasy about the situation.

As the night came to a close, you left the club, enveloped in the chilly night air. Sofia and Lorenzo were still deep in conversation, and you chuckled. Charles kindly draped his coat over your shoulders, and you thanked him with a smile, snuggling into its warmth.

"No problem. It's chilly out here," Charles replied, his voice low and husky. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I take you home?"

You glanced at Sofia, who nodded in approval, "I can take Lorenzo home," she said, taking Lorenzo's arm without giving him a chance to respond.

Smiling, you said goodbye to Sofia, and Charles led you to the parking lot. There, a sleek black Ferrari 488 Pista with the Monegasque flag caught your attention.

You gulped, not accustomed to such luxurious cars, but Charles opened the passenger door for you, and you took a deep breath before getting in.

Charles jogged around the car and slid into the driver's seat, starting the engine with a powerful roar that sent vibrations through your body. You drove through the streets of Monaco, and you couldn't help but be in awe of the city's beauty.

"Up for a small detour?" Charles asked suddenly, and you grinned, "I'm always up for that."

You wound your way up a hill overlooking the city. The breathtaking view of glittering city lights and the calm night atmosphere mesmerized you. Charles parked the car, and you sat together on a bench, taking in the serenity.

"Wow, it's beautiful," you gasped.

"It is," Charles agreed, looking at you with a soft gaze, not. He gathered his courage and held your hand again, hoping you wouldn't pull away this time. "I know we just met, but I feel like I've known you for a long time," he said sincerely.

Your heart fluttered, and you felt a warm sensation inside you, "I feel the same way," you replied, locking eyes with him.

Charles hesitated before asking, "When we were at the club, I took your hand, but you pulled away. I was just wondering..."

You sighed, explaining, "It's not because of you, Charles. I... I was hurt before. That's actually why I went on this trip. I got out of a messy relationship, and I'm not looking for something right now, you know? But then I met you, and it just feels right."

He listened attentively as you continued, "When your ex showed up, it reminded me of something I don't want in my life — drama. And drama is written all over Isabella's face."

Charles considered your words, knowing you were right. "Well, I can assure you one thing. I will never get back together with her. Never again. That ship has sailed."

You gazed into his eyes, and your heart swelled with admiration for his sincerity. "Does she know?"

"I hope so. We broke up in the past, I have to be honest. We always found our way back to each other, but now... It's been over a month, and I feel no urge to get back with her, especially after meeting you."

Your heart skipped a beat, and your desire to kiss him grew stronger. He leaned in, and your lips met in a soft, tender kiss that soon deepened with passion.

As the kiss finally broke, Charles looked at you with adoration, "I've never met someone like you, Y/N," he whispered.

Feeling the same affection for him, you whispered back, "Neither have I." Your hand stroked his, and you smiled absently, savoring the moment.

Eventually, you decided to call it a night. Charles drove you to Sofia's place, and you shared a lingering goodbye kiss before parting ways.

As you lay in bed, you couldn't help but smile. You hadn't felt like this in a long time and felt fortunate to have met Charles.

At least, that's what you believed now.

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ramble about ur favs i wanna hear abt ur thoughts -zaptrap

HAN’S INFODUMPING ABOUT JAY... START!!!!

so like sgdkdhdkdhd I say Jay and Lloyd are my “favorites” but honestly it’s so hard to pick favorites out of this skittles squad like I love EVERY character for a variety of different reasons. I was going to also infodump about Lloyd but then I started talking about Prime Empire and then this post got. Long. So. it's just Jay I may infodump about Lloyd another day especially since I'm very Conduit Brained Rn but yea yea!

this is long so i'm putting most of it under the cut so y'all don't kill me for making a huge long post

I considered putting Zane and Sora on here as well since I’d also consider them my “favs” but like this is already gonna be. A lot of. Infodumping (also i typed THIS part before I even started and decided not to yell about Lloyd because this already got long enough). Maybe I’ll make a separate post for those two hmm hmm much to consider but for now MY (technically) FAVORITE NINJAGO CHARACTER: JAY WALKER

THE SPARKPLUG WHO INVADED MY BRAIN LIKE A PARASITE

so hey his name is a pun this makes me laugh ridiculously hard every time I remember he is named. After a misdemeanor HSKSHDKFH

Jay is such an interesting case of a character for me because I started out the show not liking him. Which is. Stares at my entire account I think my feelings have changed somewhat

Jay starts out as an asshole I don’t think anyone can disagree with me there (although honestly they’re all assholes in early ninjago they bullied a ten year old and left him dangling several feet off the ground) but over the course of the show you can see him start developing into a much more interesting character. He goes from being so insecure he's faking everything about himself to someone who knows who he is and is so genuine about it

now yea we could argue about whether his character was too uwu-ified post-season 10 but this is the FUN HAN POST SO WE'RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT the point is you can SEE the growth that Jay has gone through and I am going to show you that growth through what I call

✨ The Skybound to Prime Empire Effect ✨

I AM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THE IDEA THAT PRIME EMPIRE WAS WRITTEN TO BE A DIRECT PARALLEL OF SKYBOUND AND WAS CENTERED ON SHOWING HOW THE NINJA ESPECIALLY JAY HAVE GROWN THROUGHOUT THE SEASON

when season 12 rolls around we are at the point in Jay's development where he is CONFIDENT in who he is. He's a fun-loving jokester with the power of lightning and the drive to help people whenever he can. He uses jokes and humor to help alleviate tension and get people through whatever's happening. And when on his own what does he do?

BECOME AN ENTERTAINER BABEY

i like to think jay's club in prime empire was a safe haven for anyone stuck in the game who figured out hey. we Can't Leave and felt freaked about it. Also Jay would generally try and spread the word that hey something ISN'T RIGHT HERE which would lead people to want to stay with him

(totally plugging my friend's fic but this kind of thing is explored in would you like to enter prime empire by @finn-m-corvex y'all should check it out cool cool)

also the prime empire shorts which i watched all of in the midst of typing this video cuz i love them go watch them please please please jay was publically fighting the red visors which I imagine may have raised some red flags for some players

THIS SOMEHOW TURNED INTO PRIME EMPIRE INFODUMPING LMAO ANYWAYS Jay's confident! He becomes an entertainer because it's who he knows he is! And it's something that will get people hyped and having fun, which is very in-character for Jay to do! He uses those kinds of things to mask the Bad Things going on and get people remembering what's good

I've talked about this sort of thing before but that's Jay's whole philosophy as early as season 9! Which is a DIRECT contrast to how he views it in season 6, as Nadakhan puts it scarily accurately

"You make jokes to mask the fact that you're afraid"

(i was gonna grab a screenshot for that like i did with the hunted scene but netflix has bloCKED THE ABILITY TO TAKE SCREENSHOTS THE WAY I USED TO and i don't have them already and i'm too lazy to grab them from elsewhere so alas trust me he says it)

making jokes to hide your fear and using humor to remind yourself of what's good and coping with the bad are two VERY different outlooks on it

so I think this outlook is what drives him to make this glamrock persona in the first place - this is a bad situation, one he's in with other civilians, and what better way to keep him and themself safe until the others get there than throwing a big performance at a safe place!

also it's just so gender okay I want to look like Superstar Rockin' Jay so badly

it's also interesting to see his outlook on his parents change over time! In season six he finds out Ed and Edna aren't his birth parents and feels upset about it, not understanding why his birth parents would've abandoned him. In season twelve, that outlook changing is EXACTLY why Jay's able to get through to Unagami

"I was abandoned by my parents, too!... I never understood why, and I never had the chance to even ask. But I always hoped there was a good reason. What if there's a reason?"

(again curse you netflix i wanted SCREENSHOTS whatever whatever)

It's this scene that gets Unagami to calm down long enough for Milton Dyer to get there, and presumably is what stops him from just. Flattening him and Jay like a pancake.

to piggyback off of this i absolutely adore how Unagami and Jay consider each other adopted brothers in that one book I still haven't read and I hope he's in Dragons Rising at some point Unagami is my favorite "villain" (no longer a villain) in the whole show he deserves more screentime

like this is where i found out about this and it's plagued my mind ever since. i need to read. this book just for them

SO YEA OKAY Prime Empire is "Who is Jay as a Person Post-Skybound" to me also it opens up so many fascinating things about Jay. I rest my case

so backpedaling a little bit. JAY CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIS PARENTS GUYS IT'S SO SOFT AND I'M sobs

like yea the first episode with Ed and Edna in it has Jay avoiding them like the plague but this gets explained very easily when you remember he was bullied for his home life before he became a ninja. It makes a lot more sense why he wouldn't want them around his new friends, assuming they'd react the same way. Also how was he supposed to know literally all the rest of the groups parents were either dead, presumed dead, or had a toxic relationship with their kid lmao

(Cole calling his mom kills me. Cole's mom is dead. I know they probably just didn't think that far ahead when writing the dialogue but it's so funny mans pretended to call his dead mom to get on Jay for not appreciating his parents iconic behavior)

anyways literally every episode Ed and Edna are central to (except like the one in skybound) Jay stops at nothing to protect his parents and it means the absolute world to me he's so much like them!! They raised an inventive little nerd and he will stop at nothing to make sure they're safe and it's. It's SO IMPORTANT TO ME OKAY

ALSO this is an excuse to clip my favorite piece of dialogue possibly in the entire show. Except Netflix won't let me now. So you just get the text dialogue

Jay's just fallen from the sky with a messed up eye and is incredibly distraught that all his friends are captured. And his dad just. The woRLD IS FALLING APART AND HE'S EATIN' SOUP-

Ed i love you

anyways

anways anyways this just turned into me rambling about prime empire and then Ed and Edna and a lot of disjointed other stuff but thank you for this opportunity i was going to also ramble about lloyd but i put this post in a word count and

yea i think that's enough for a tumblr post anyways! If anyone wants any like. More logically thought out and direct thoughts about characters feel free to send me asks this was fun thank u @zaptrap for this opportunity to scream about jay

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Helluva Boss has responsibility issues - Ozzie, Bee and Mammon edition

These characters have a job which is to govern over and make business out of a designated part of the psyche, one of the seven deadly sins, but it goes further than a job, they're world leaders and their role is their purpose.

What do they do day in day out?

They have fun.

If they're there to be liked that is.

Bee is a great rep for gluttony

Her design is nice, she looks fun, youthful and vibrant and I appreciate that she's not large or lazy. Many people agree, she represents the positive aspects of gluttony in having fun and indulging yourself with the company of others, eat drink and be merry, something she gains from.

Unfortunately it seems that in order to be liked, she had to be diluted.

Bee, prince of gluttony, got humbled by losing a drinking contest to Blitzø who is half her size and a tiny fraction of her true size. Bee then disassociated herself from overindulgence by seeing that Blitzø was going overboard early and wanting that issues dealt with at a distance not by her.

She claims he's ruining the vibe but does this cut off her supply? Ruin her stock? Does it snap people out of their enjoyment? Who knows, she got pushed as 'nice' so her observation so far is probably from a caring place, not a business stance.

Ozzie is a good representative for lust

Sex positivity is good. Like eople should be able to indulge enjoy, as should multiple people, they should all be having a good time. Shaming a lovey lovey couple for lowering the tone at his lust themed club was something he had the right to, even though love and lust can easily go hand in hand and he clearly caters to anyone interested in kink, it was reasonable (and well written humor) to want them to take that outside.

Where they cutting off his lust supply?

Where they potentially off putting for others?

Who knows, but Ozzie's push of anti-love whilst clearly being in love, served as an excuse to loveably humble him.

He could had he been business minded and had both separately, but it seems that business = bad, which leads on to...

Mammon is an excellent representative of greed

Business and greed got merged into one, there are definitely 'positive' aspects to business and therefore greed. Such as professional distance, going where the money is, trying out different leadership strategies moving with the times and welcoming the new.

This character was able to reveal little of his personal views, but enough to know that he disproved of certain things but would still put in the work in their direction, such as beauty pageants and sxxdolls, however he was able to adapt them to suit himself and everyone, a clown pageant and a multipurpose dolls. It was all about supply and demand for profit.

He set up the pageant for anyone to enter, nobody in mind, he was rather transparent in what the plan was too. Knowing what we know of how profit driven he is, his discouragement of female entering could easily have been more than an excuse to add the Viv credit joke based on sales forecast, yet it was a remark he went on to take back. Through the pageant he wasn't opposed to Fizz losing and fresh meat taking over. He was however opposed to Fizz not putting in the work.

It's debatable that he lacks self awareness because we have already established that this character sets person feelings aside and just wants business to run, furthermore, for all we know Fizz may be bringing hesitation for the first time this year. It makes sense why he's willing to let Fizz voice hatred for him aslong as he keeps up being milked until dry.

A lot like many employers in hospitality (a reminder that Fizz was also fed up in this area) and entertainment.

Mammon stepped into the ever triggering parent role and numberours of them, referring to the future pageant winner as 'stepkid', Fizz as a 'son' and 'grand baby', firmly asserting himself as a leader who commands respect which isn't entirely bad, all whilst behaving like a strict stage parent from the very beauty pageants he criticizes, and why? Because it's effective maybe? Like it or not we saw his shows go on to be a massive success.

In the real world we have things widely and rightfully condemned like low grade junk food and cheap clothes, only at the same time as some fat cat getting richer pushing poor quality, these goods are being made accessible to those with little who can't afford better. A greedy business person person who wants more customers likely doesn't care that they are doing great harm or help.

Looloo land was a good example of corporate greed big business that people benefit from, like it or not. This place was easily accessible and the workforce were anyone.

Mammon protected his rip off inspired work with a contract so tight that the leader of hell can't do anything about it.

A complex contract is something we would see again with fellow villain and successful gangster businessman Crimson.

Blitzø on the other hand is not failing because he's their opposite which is 'good', he is failing because he is a very proud, arrogant individual who wants his idea to just work, there's little wiggle room. It was Moxxie who would learn in the episode where he was allowed to lead his own mission that a 'my way or the highway' attitude can bring more issues than solution.

Back to Moxxie. When his very greedy and sinister dad was ready to use him for a business deal that would involve an arranged marriage, he tried superficially winning Moxxie over by rigging the house with dildos, assuming he must enjoy stuff like that.

This guy objectified and forced the hand of his own adult child with zero interest and regard.

Yet did we have to see Mammon being made to rebuke these behaviours and let us know there's limitations to his greed? No, he didn't need to tone down.

Only 'greed' is held to accountability

The higher ups have to be humbled in order to be liked, the only ways seems to be to have a place themselves alongside and have sexual relationship with those at the very bottom of society

and not be responsible for the negative aspects of what they govern over are.

All the fun and non of the responsibility

As covered, Bee and Ozzie who we had to learn are believers in knowing your limits and consent, are nothing to with any trouble associate with them that follow,

ws. so whilst Crimson provided excellent groundwork for Mammon with his greed and making a loved imp sad, there have been two missed opportunities to passively pad out Ozzie and Bee.

Verosika the sucubus SA Moxxie with her gang, they shapeshifted into cute humans to come to earth and host a sucubus hosted beach party, to corrupt a bunch of youths. Verosika would also be revealed to be an addict, along with Barbiewire. Verosika would travel to earth with beeljuice which caused a massive scene.

Barbie shape shifted into a human, travelled with Ozzie's crystals (something Stolas as high up as he is had to request) and seduced a teenager into helping her push drugs.

But it's not Ozzie nor Bee's issues, they don't associate with the negative aspects of what they rule over.

Two side characters are pushing frowned upon over indulgence and degeneracy amungst kids on earth.

In a story where the parent story tells us that there's a hell overpopulation problem.

An issue that is dealt with via genocide and the mess left behind in the form of devine weapon parts, can slay the higher ups!

But that's not Ozzie nor Bee's issues?