#dj drabbles

[fbfh]

I genuinely agree with that recent statement.

like I know he has a motorcycle (or at least I'm pretty sure it's been a hot minute since I watched full house) but I know Jesse Katsopolis fucks, and I know car sex with him would be the best thing you've ever experienced. You just finished a wonderful date and neither of you want the night to be over yet, there's too much chemistry to waste by cutting it short. You can't go back to his place and you can't go back to your place, so you find a cozy quiet place to park and hop into the back seat and your hands are all over each other in minutes. his breath is hot against your skin and his kisses are completely addictive. you want more and more of him. from the way he moans out "have mercy..." when you slowly sink down onto his cock you know he feels the same. he has the prettiest moans too, the kind that tell you exactly what he's thinking and feeling. after another round (maybe two) as your driving back to his place to drop him off, you think you want to hook up with him again. a friend with benefits doesn't sound too bad, especially one who likes you as much as Jesse does, and is as compatable with you as he is. he kisses you good night and it makes your legs wobbly all over again. you're about to get into your car and he's about to go inside when the door opens, and a tiny blond child in a pink night gown runs out and hugs his leg. "Uncle Jesse!" he scoops her up, asking why she's not asleep yet in a softer voice than you knew he was capable of. "I wanted you to read me a bedtime story..." he chuckles and kisses her forehead, waving goodbye to you one last time before closing the door. that moment changed your brain chemistry. you spend the next six dates trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him, but you can't find anything. there are no red flags. all that and he's good with kids?? there's no way the perfect man just fell into your lap, right??

[chiisana-sukima]

What's your favourite headcanon of something that happened in the Impala?

After Dean dies, Sam keeps the Impala sacrosanct. Even after he shuts down the bunker and he's starting to hunt less because he's aware his grief and depression are making him reckless and he'll probably get himself killed and he promised Dean he'd live--even then, he still keeps everything in the Impala exactly as it was. He listens to Dean's rickety ancient cassettes and keeps all Dean's phones charged and in the glove box, and if anyone calls in on one, those hunts he always takes.

But then DJ is born. Sam wants to be a good father. He settles down and gets a home and a second car, but the Impala is still his first home and it's Dean's legacy, and would Dean want his nephew to treat it like a couch wrapped in plastic at some distant elderly relative's house? Is that really honoring him?

So he gets a car seat for the Impala. He takes DJ out on rides. DJ spits up on the vinyl. He spills his organic 100% all natural no added ingredients cran-razz juice boxes all over everything. Miracle continues to shed everywhere.

DJ goes to kindergarten. He wants to listen to the same dumb kids' music as all his friends. Sam looks for cassettes of it, but of course there aren't any, even on ebay, so he grits his teeth and installs an ipod jack again. His nightmares get worse for a few nights, but nothing bad happens. It's fine and DJ loves it.

No one calls on Dean's old phones anymore. Sam lets the batteries run dead. He listens to his own music in the house and in his other car, of course, but in the Impala, except for DJ's picks, he still only listens to Dean's tapes; the ones that used to be their father's. Miracle scratches the seats up when they forget to trim his claws.

DJ keeps growing. He turns 16. Sam teaches him to drive in his other car, but he should get to drive Dean's car too. Dean would want him to.

Their first drive out together in the Impala with DJ behind the wheel, DJ grins slyly and says, "Hey, dad. I got you some old people music."

DJ shuffles through his ipod, and they drive out together through the autumn countryside, windows down and DJ's pick for Sam blasting from the speakers. His son knows him. It's Green Day, Sam's favorite all those years ago in college.

"Well, maybe I'm the faggot, America," he and DJ sing at the top of their lungs. Red and yellow leaves fall all around them. He feels centered and happy. There's no denying it's good.

"In television dreams of tomorrow, we're not the ones who're meant to follow," they yell together.

Dean would've liked this song if he'd let himself.

Maybe in Heaven when Sam gets there.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

alright loves! another list that needs filling in 😌

my goal this one is to make a masterlist for it and fill in the fics (all probably less than 2k words) whenever i'm feeling inspired to write them.

i've got two members already! but i'd love help on the other 11. i know i have yet to write a lot for seventeen, so i'm hoping to change that 💗

this is seventeen as bruno major songs:

(if you don't know the songs, that's ok. i've put a little explanation of what each fic will be in parenthesis)

the show must go on - angst (giving up a relationship for the sake of career)

tell her - angst (break up) - jihoon

columbo - angst (right person, wrong time)

places we won’t walk - angst (losing “the one”)

second time - angst (longing for someone you can’t have)

the first thing you see - fluff (waking up together) - seungkwan

just the same - angst (loving someone who’s bad for you/cheater)

there’s little left - fluff (appreciating each other)

fair-weathered friend - angst (leaving you for someone “better”)

easily - undecided genre (situationship)

the most beautiful thing - undecided genre (dreaming of a lover)

nothing - fluff (cozy night together)

old fashioned - fluff (perfect date night) - shua

leave your suggestions in my inbox if you'd like to help~

these are always a lot of fun to do, so thank you 💗

[foolsdiamond]

Untitled DirkJake AU Vaguely Inspired By Castlevania

chapter 1: Entering the castle,exposition

Far off the paved path, in the foothills of the mountains, is the quaint little village of Lotak. Its townspeople serve the Lord of the castle nestled among the rocky slopes, with black granite slabs and slate tiles creating a dark, ominous silhouette. It is in this very village that wandering hero Jake English has just arrived, seeking information on the castle’s Prince to further his quest.

Jake English is a strapping young man, the kind of guy you’re proud to bring back home to your parents. He wears a thick, long leather coat with a furry ruff of animal hide around the collar. It hides the holsters for his set of twin flintlocks, along with the pouches he keeps stocked with basic provisions and supplies. He’s a vampire hunter, a title inherited from his grandmother and earned from his experience. The rumor mill around Lotak has brought him here to investigate the Prince lording over from the castle on the hill.

The village is bustling at the brink of dusk, with the orange sunset spreading shadows from building to building. Jake tries to tune the background noise out; filtering the useless dribble from actual beneficial tidbit using his own personal metric (a process that might today be referred to as Attention Deficit Disorder). He decides to make his way to the marketplace first, where he's more likely to encounter some better candidates for questioning. This isn't his first rodeo, nor his first vampire slaying, by a long shot.

"Good day, good sir!” Jake starts, leaning an elbow on the wooden counter covered with exotic jewels and stolen daggers. He cuts the merchant off of his introduction to offer his own. "You see, I am under the impression this town is suffering from a curse, something of the rather dark variety. As a specialist, you may very well recognize the family name English, we're professionals at this sort of curse removal, anyway as a specialist, I was hoping to sell my sword as it were."

The merchant keeps a cold glare on Jake, only broken when the self-proclaimed professional accidentally nudges the goods with his elbow. “You. You're a vampire slayer?" he asks, frowning.

English pulls his arm off of the counter and puffs up his chest. He whips his coat aside, to reveal two holstered pistols at his hips. The whole gesture is significantly cooler in his mind than to anyone watching what looks like a foreigner harassing a knife merchant.

"Indeed I am, sir! From a family line, you see. It's not only in my blood, but also in my very training, you know!” Jake puts one hand on his hip, and rests the other palm flat on the counter, rattling the jewels.

“And… you're here to slay our vampire?” the merchant asks with a chilling drawl. Something shivers on the back of Jake's neck.

"Yes, that's exactly right my good sir. I'm here in the town seeking information, if you know anything about his powers or perhaps how many underlings he has?”

"Bold of you to strut in here and assume we wish our Lord dead,” he says plainly. "When our Lord Dirk Strider provides the town with protection, and his infamy brings about idiots like you to feed him.”

Jake rolls the next words on his tongue before spitting them out anyway. "He's a vampire, of course he's evil and requires slaying. You're either under his glamour or you're putting your own nefarious opinions above that of the rest of your townspeople!!”

"Leave, Mr. English,” the merchant retorts.

Jake turns around and storms off regardless. Mumbling under his breath about how he's probably a traveling merchant and doesn't even live here, he's so full of shit. He should have just gone to the tavern in the first place! English storms into the bar in a relatively sour state of mind, and quickly sucks his hurt feelings back down when everybody throws a glare his way. He makes his way meekly to the bartender, seats himself, and folds his arms on the table.

“Another adventurer, eh?" says the innkeep.

“Gung ho, good sir, am I that obvious?" Jake responds.

The bartender gestures around, and Jake obediently takes a gander.

“Notice something?"

“Is this to do with everyone being… well, rather pale actually?" Jake asks.

“More or less. This whole village is populated by the Lord Dirk Strider himself. You stick out like… an obvious metaphor.”

Now that it's been pointed out to him, realization slowly sets in. Jake recalls every face he's seen since he entered the village, and even the similar fashion to which they all talk.

"Everyone here is his children?” Jake asks. The innkeep doesn't even respond, simply stares at him until it sinks in. "Everyone here is his clone?!”

"Now you get it.”

"And this information isn't common knowledge? Even though farmers come in and out?”

"The only people who learn this tend to go straight for the dragon’s head. And every one of them has wound up dead,” the bartender says.

Jake slowly rises to his feet, with his stomach and his brain tumbling. He had every intent to rest and feed before heading in, but the anger is boiling up and drowning out his reason. An entire village of ghosts, puppeteered by the vampiric master Dirk Strider!

His name is nothing new; Jake arrived here on the wind of stories of Strider's cruelty. His love of games, trapping innocent people and torturing them before finally feeding on them in their last breaths. One of Jake’s dear friends and cousins, Jane, recounted his girlfriend’s grisly demise; she couldn't escape, it was only through her telepathy she was able to make her fate known. Jake English therefore had a mission twofold: to rid the world of this heinous monster, and subsequently erase all of the clones he's made; and to retrieve some momento of the departed Terezi to return to Jane.

His thoughts race, pounding in his head to the drum of his feet on the cobbles. The path from Lotak up to the castle gates is winding, snaking its way up the steep granite cliffs of the mountains. The English family name normally strikes a sense of fear into monsters and a sense of peace into the victims; even if he was the only English left still maintaining the family name and business, he usually relied on that high to get his spirits up and morals going. But an entire town filled with the Vampire Lord’s own dark underlings? He’d never heard of such a thing!

Jake ponders whether the townspeople are truly clones, or if perhaps they really are normal citizens trapped beneath a spell of which they would be unaware of. He definitely had more experience with the latter than the former, and while the comfort of knowledge lends itself to an easier job, English is the kind of man who cannot shy away from the thrill of a challenge.

Jake finds himself standing on the doorstep of evil, with a powerful sense of foreboding weighing heavily on his shoulders. He has no clue what he's getting himself into, but he’s anxious to begin regardless. He grips the handle to the door tightly, and retrieves one of his pistols before forcing it open and plunging into darkness.

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I swear I intended to post this unedited, but I kept going back and doing edits. I stopped myself though, because my dog wants my attention, and my secretary ( Ikea Blavingad ) can only keep her occupied for so long.

Anyway, enjoy. I'm on chapter 5 I think? Still all completely rough draft, obviously by me still nitpicking it. When I'm finally satisfied with a chapter, I intend to upload to AO3 (let's not discuss my record for actually finishing stories on there)

[racinggirl]

I want you to be the one ... || Lando Norris 4

I'm in a drabble mood! Finally something's out again, sorry to make you wait so long. I just wanted to write something, because I feel like I haven't written in ages because life's being a bitch right now. Anyway, who's also down for some DJ Lando stuff, because lately, damn. Not proofread!!!

Masterlist

DJ-ing, one of Lando Norris’ new hobbies ever since he and Martin Garix crossed paths after the Dutch Grand Prix. A DJ set for on the road became his new favorite occupation during long flights. The remaining time he’d spend listening to music, scrolling through Instagram, watching YouTube videos. 

It was after the Austin Grand Prix where the two of you met, him entertaining the crowd with his music. You are sipping your drink, watching the crowd from the VIP area you were standing at. 

You were a singer, not big, yet, but you were working on it. You had just released your first album, and you felt your fandom growing, as well as your name. You had been invited to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, which you gladly accepted, being a Formula One fan yourself. 

You raised your drink up in the air, dancing along the music the McLaren driver was blasting through the boxes, the crowd cheering at all the songs. Martijn was watching you, since you were one of his close friends as well. He saw how you were enjoying your time, a proud smile on his face. He had watched you grow, from a young girl that loved to sing, to a woman that was slowly becoming one of the best artists in the world. 

‘’What?’’ You were eyeing the Dutch DJ, an eyebrow raised as a smirk appeared on your lips. ‘’Nothing, just glad to see you’re enjoying your time here.’’ He smiled back, winking at you before taking the wheel from Lando. 

You and Lando had met just before the party, since he arrived just as you and Martijn were talking. You couldn’t lie, the guy was handsome, sexy even, and him being a DJ and interested in music made you like the driver even more. 

‘’That was a hell of a session.’’ You shot a nice smile to the 22-year-old Formula One driver, receiving a mischievous smirk in return. ‘’Thanks, I learned from the best.’’

The rest of the night consisted of dancing, drinking, and being a little too close to the Brit, which you didn’t really mind, and neither did he. 

‘’We shouldn’t let anyone find out about this.’’ You whispered; lips pressed against Lando’s as he pushed you against the wall. For sure the both of you had a little too much to drink, causing you to end up in his bed in his room of the Hilton Hotel. 

‘’I know, they won’t...’’ He mumbled as his hands moved their way up, quickly taking off your clothes because they had been on your body long enough according to the McLaren driver. 

You had kept in contact but promised to not tell anyone about your little hook up, not even Martijn. However, it never stayed with just one hook up. The both of you saw it as a way to relax, and it definitely helped both teams. 

Lando was more relaxed at the track, even when people threw hate at him, mostly online. Ever since his breakup with Luisa he had changed, in a good way, according to you. He was more relaxed, more open for new things, spending more time with his friends and just generally happier. The hookups the two of you had just expanded those feelings. 

You were also more relaxed going into stressful meetings about your new album, a possible upcoming tour and more PR related things such as interviews and talk shows.

It was at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix when you saw him again, dressed in his race suit, the black fireproof top doing his golden tan good justice. His curly hair quite messy, due to the high humidity at the track, it only made you think of moments you were the one to be responsible for the messy hair, and not the weather. You bite your bottom lip at the image, and simply take a deep breath to shake those thoughts out of your mind. 

The day went by quickly, and you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to Lando a lot due to the fact he was quite busy. It was only at the after party when you got the chance to talk to the P3 man himself. 

‘’Congrats on your podium.’’ You embraced the Brit in a hug, the scent of his Dior Sauvage perfume filling your nostrils immediately. God, so good. 

‘’Thanks, glad to have you here to witness that.’’ He smiled, his hand moving towards your lower back to guide you to the VIP area of the party. 

‘’Let’s make this party one to remember.’’ 

‘’Definitely.’’

After a few too many drinks, you and Lando found yourself in a familiar situation, tangled up with each other, hands all over each other, lips smashing together. But that’s it, nothing more than kisses and cuddles, no sex. 

‘’I’ve been wanting to ask you something.’’ He whispered in between kisses, making you pull him even closer to you. 

‘’Couldn’t you’ve done that when we were both sober?’’ You groaned as your hands cupped his cheeks, your lips disconnecting so you could look into his eyes. 

‘’I don’t know if I would have the guts to do it sober.’’ He slurred, a sigh escaping his lips, followed by his tongue wetting his perfectly swollen lips. 

‘’Lando…’’ You whispered, not actually believing what was happening right now. ‘’No, please let me finish.’’ He says, his hand raising, index finger sticking up to place it against your lips. 

‘’I have been thinking for a while now, and I’m sure now, I think.’’ He started. ‘’I want to take things to the next level, you know? I’ve been doing it for a while now and I want you to be a part of this journey with me.’’ He mumbled, his finger still in front of your lips. 

‘’I want you to be the one, I want to make a remix of a song of yours.’’ He then says, smiling up at you. You did the same, a big smile making him remove his index finger for it to be replaced with his lips. 

‘’Yes, that would be freaking awesome.’’ You whispered against his soft lips. ‘’Hopefully we’ll remember this deal tomorrow morning.’’ You mumbled as your hands reached for his hair. 

‘’Oh trust me, I’ll remember.’’ And this was just the beginning, the beginning of a partnership, and not just in the studio. 

[shadowthrone-ammanas]

'Life' as a Ghost Drabbles: Never Promised to be Nice

Summary: Now, if you want a request, then might I suggest a follow up where Grooves and Conductor were given permission to film on the outer edges of the forest solely because they promised Snatcher a free copy of the movie they're going to make? Maybe even the conversation where they get said permission? I'd imagine it's because Hat Kid leads them directly to Snatcher himself and while those two are scared, Snatcher is very... not impressed. That is until they show him that one blooper where Hat Kid scared everyone during their first collab! I imagine seeing Conductor coming back with a shotgun and ZERO hesitation will make our favourite ghost burst out laughing!

~

Snatcher always admired those who were brave enough to tamp their fear of him and his domain down enough not to cower. So props to the yellow fellow for marching alongside Hat Kid, only flinching a little at the sight of him. The other one however trailed behind the two of them, stopping at the edge of the clearing, his beak opening in what could only be a gasp. To his credit though after a moment, he continued forward even if he was going slowly.

“This is them,” Hat Kid announced as she and her friend reached Snatcher’s chair. “The Conductor,” she gestured to the yellow fellow next to her, “and DJ Grooves,” she gestured to the penguin fellow still making his way towards them.

Snatcher lowered the knitting he’d been pretending to look at instead of their approach. Before he could say anything though, the Conductor spoke up.

“So you’re the big bad Snatcher, eh? You ain’t so scary. You’re sitting here knitting and ruling over a bunch little plush folk. Least scariest thing I’ve ever laid me eyes on.” He puffed out his chest, glaring up at Snatcher. A challenge, how fun.

Snatcher popped his knitting back into his pocket dimension. Before he could do anything in proper reply to the challenge though Hat Kid cut in. “Remember, you promised to be nice.”

“Incorrect. I never promised to be nice, I said I wouldn’t kill them. There are plenty of ways to not be nice while keeping someone alive. Also, saying something doesn’t make it a promise. Even if it did, people break promises all the time. You should know better by now then to take me completely at my word.” Snatcher would kill them if they annoyed him too much no matter what Hat Kid had to say on the matter. For her, he would be merciful though; he’d let small stuff slide. If either of them died, it’d be entirely their own fault for provoking him so much.

Taking the hint, the Conductor took a step back. His stance remained stubbornly defiant though. Lucky for him before he could say anything, DJ Grooves caught up and put a hand on this shoulder. “Conductor, darling, I’m begging you to not get us killed please.”

With a huff, Conductor crossed his arms. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s just get to business.” He turned his attention back onto Snatcher. “The lass told you why we’re here?”

“Something about shooting a movie in my forest.” Which Snatcher doubted he’d grant permission for. But Hat Kid had begged hard enough to convince him to at least hear them out.

“That and we’d like the lass to be our monster. Some of your plush folk would make for good extras too.”

“Please Snatcher, please, please, please.” Putting her hands together, Hat Kid floated right up in his face. “I’m a really good monster and I talked to some of Subconites and they said they’d be interested too. And it should encourage more people to sneak into the forest, right? Which would mean we could… you know.” She winked or seemingly tried to anyway as it was more of an awkward blink as she titled her head. It still got her point across though.

“I suppose you’re not wrong.” There were a number of projects around the forest a good soul contractor could help with. And more souls to eat in general would be welcome. So maybe it wasn’t as bad an idea as Snatcher had first thought even if it would still be annoying to deal with. There was one other problem though. “But you’re planning to be their monster? Really?” The idea made him scoff. She was far too cute for that.

“She’s actually quite scary,” DJ Groves said. “We uh… we got a blooper reel of her popping up out of a prop well and making everyone scatter.”

“Really? I’d like to see that.”

“When we bring out filming equipment we’ll bring that too of course,” the Conductor said, sounding even more confident than he had before. He thought he already had a deal and well maybe he did.

A movie about Subcon Forest would draw more reckless fools to be put to work unclogging the damn well for the umpteenth time before feeding on their souls. And even if that was the biggest reason to agree, if Snatcher did want to see that blooper reel, they’d have to leave and come back with it regardless. On top of all that Hat Kid still really wanted this so… “Fine, we’ll write up a filming contract.”

Hat Kid whooped for joy before moving in for a hug. He let her but only because she knew by now to let go after a few seconds. “Yes! Awesome! I’m gonna be the bestest movie monster ever!”

Snatcher still doubted that but he’d like to see her try. Maybe his attempts to teach her how to be scary would payoff when coupled with some movie magic.

[beyourlionheart]

“We can’t keep doing this.” Galeheart timeeee😍❤️❤️❤️

You GOT it bestie!!

"We can't keep doing this," Shadowheart breathes. Gale mouths over her lips, trying to swallow her arguments. How many times have they done this now? How many times has she pressed him up against a wall in some quiet tavern at an address she'd sent him only an hour before? He's lost track now, but she always say the same thing. He can practically recite her speech from memory. "Lady Shar wouldn't approve?" he asks, nodding placatingly against her neck. Shadowheart makes a noise of acknowledgement but fists her fingers into his hair. "Being with you is a sin against my Dark Lady." Gale sucks a mark onto the milky skin of her neck, staking his quiet claim over the Lady of Loss's chosen. Shadowheart moans against him. "Say a prayer to her, then. Offer your penance," he suggests. His hands wander lower. He feels Shadowheart grind against him. "Dark Lady forgive me," she whispers.

Send me a prompt!

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Rei only listens to a single song on repeat on his iPhone when he’s working out. And it makes him either chuckle (silly) or smile (affectionate) depending on his mood every time he does. Amusing how he has come to know it.

“So bold and fine, I've known you for some time/Whole life changed while bones like yours and mine/Go dance in the woods and down we go, down, down/Oh boy, you're mine, do you remember old times?”

A couple of months before Miri came into their lives, Rei found another fact about Kazuki, that is, he loved to dance with this particular Avicii track while cooking. One time he was on the couch with nothing to do but reading the football manga he kept on postponing for days. The last mission was a week ago and Kyutaro-san told them to lie low for a while. The synthesiser’s screeching and humming next to the kitchen island initially astonished him. It must be the quality of the loudspeaker, a portable Bang & Olufsen, because the pulsating beats came out so forceful that he was glued to a dancing figure at his kitchen. Kazuki’s singing, who knew the lyrics, perfectly encapsulated the yearning of the singer. His partner swayed his hips as if he were alone in the room unaware that Rei was watching him intently. Did he forget that I am here? Ah yes, Kazuki could move too. No doubt about that. The frequency he went to the clubs at the start of their acquaintance was legendary. Rei opened the Shazam app on his phone and pointed it at the direction of the speaker. Hmmm… he might download it later.

[mino-diabolik]

TRIPPING OVER EACH OTHER

[Admin!Danny: A longer version of the scenario from this post! Enjoy!]

The garden was in the midst of blossoming. Buds bloomed and scented the breeze with a chilly waft of approaching spring. The days of winter were slowly fading and the snow was melting.

All of that to say, it was a nice day in the Banmaden.

DJ sauntered through the bushes in a slight hurry, picking flowers to arrange at the table for that night’s dinner. The young man she had assigned to the task had gotten dragged away for help elsewhere. It wasn’t a big deal, so she had taken it upon herself to put down her own work and quickly go out and gather them herself.

Though her steps were swift and careful, she really wasn’t paying mind to her surroundings. Her thoughts jumped from ways to finish the task she had left pending so that she could follow with whichever was next.

The other servants would always tell her to take a breather from time to time, but the truth was that even she did, she wouldn’t be able to rest. It had been like that since she was a newcomer: “There is always something to do, you cannot afford to rest for now.” Even pacing the garden, the cool breeze did nothing to settle her thoughts.

Perhaps Madam Elle was in the right. She was addicted to her work.

DJ was deep down the list of ingredients to prepare for dinner when the clatter of silver made her lightly jolt in surprise. Two heavy stomps of someone trying to catch their balance followed and an arm coiled around her torso. The pair took a tumble behind one of the bushes; the flowers she had gathered slipped form her grip as she tried to catch herself on the person’s arms.

A familiar scent wafted on her. Goosebumps scattered through her figure and she wrenched her arms away as realization washed over.

Shin breathed harshly, sweat drizzling over face and the exposed chest beneath the partially undone laces of his poet shirt. “Oh, Des,” he huffed, tossing a strand of his hair away from his face. “I thought it was you.”

DJ inched away, the expression on her face a mixture of bewilderment and shame. It was as though she hadn’t process he was actually in front of him. “Fo—forgive me, my lord. I didn’t notice you were training for the day.”

Shin slipped his hand further out, narrowing the space between them. “That’s not very in character of you.” He said. She was the only person that knew his schedule for the day, after all. It wouldn’t be rare that he didn’t stick to it, however. “What’s got you so distracted?”

She tried to scoot back, but the blade of the prince’s sword tapped against her, so she remained in place. “I… I’ve been pretty busy tonight. Forgive me.”

Shin glanced over his shoulders, clearing the place around them. The smile on his face turned giddy. He quickly leaned over her and planted a kiss on her lips. She froze on her place, gripping the edge of his shirt. He let go of his sword’s handle and shuffled closer to cradle her waist. She slipped her hands onto his lower back and shut her eyes with incredible embarrassment.

The prince parted away, leaving the servant in agitated breaths of nerves. He watched the blood rush over her jade-like visage, finding amusement even when her expression didn’t reflect the turmoil in her head.

“Leave the latch of your window open.” Shin gently flicked up her chin. “I’ll be right over after dinner.”

This said, he stood and helped her back on her softened knees. He took his sword back and playfully wrinkled his nose at her. DJ watched him jog out of view, shaking with exhilaration, now alone once more and needing to gather the flowers again.

[the-type-a]

So like 3 out of 5 of the KB5 obviously get high 🍃

And imagine they constantly try to get DJ and Courtney High but DJ is pretty much straight edge and Courtney is apprehensive about it

But one day.. let’s say they leave out edibles on accident and DJ & Courtney share them thinking they’re normal candy 😭 I just need DJ & Courtney to wander off high af looking for food or something, unknowingly causing absolute chaos while Duncan, Bridgette and Geoff go on a wild goose chase looking for them 💀 Just the thought of it is so fuckin funny 😭

Tall ass DJ & Tiny Courtney trying to rely on each other when neither knows what’s going on lmao I wish I had amazing writing skills cuz I’d def make this a fic 🤣 but yeah, just had to crank out this idea

“The edibles aren’t the counter anymore… oh my god where’s DJ & Courtney??”

*DJ and Courtney somewhere across town*

I, of course, had to write a little something for this! 😂

**clearly Duncney aren’t official yet for this, but maybe I’ll make a part 2 for some funny moments**

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It was Friday night, and DJ and Courtney were sitting in Geoff’s basement. It was a bit of a tradition for the five friends to come over and hang out. Sometimes they’d have a game night, but tonight was specifically dedicated to movies.

“I’m getting really tired of showing up first.” Courtney said in frustration. She was known for being punctual, and even let her friends get away with being late for a few minutes, but tonight was getting irritating.

“They’ll be here soon.” DJ reassured her. In truth, he had no idea when the rest of the group would arrive. He knew Duncan would show up last minute, but Geoff and Bridgette should have been here a few minutes ago.

“DJ, it’s Geoff’s house and we’re here before him. I’m leaving.”

As Courtney got up from the couch DJ reached his hand out and tugged her back down. He understood her patience was wearing thin, but he also knew she’d get over it the minute everyone walked in.

“Come on, look on the bright side. At least we get first dibs on what to watch.”

Courtney thought for a minute before sighing, and sinking back into a comfortable position, “I guess.”

She looked around the room. It was in decent shape to say the least. Geoff had a habit of being messy, but it looked as if he had cleaned up, or at least tried to. Courtney spotted a glass dish on the coffee table, it wasn’t there last week but she distinctly remembered giving Geoff some pointers on how to be a proper host. She smiled, he had finally listened to something worthwhile.

“At least he listened to some of my advice, and left some candies on the table.” She said and pointed. DJ nodded in agreement. They did not hesitate to indulge in a few pieces.

45 minutes later

The duo was still waiting for their friends. On the inside Courtney was ready to start a war with whoever dared walk in first, but she was also feeling a bit off. Somehow, she felt all the particles in her body tingling with every movement. Oddly enough, she found the sensation hilarious. She held in her own laugh as DJ began saying something.

“Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?”

He was staring at the ceiling fan, his head slowly moving in conjunction with the blades. Courtney watched him in disbelief. Katy Perry? Seriously?

“DJ, I love you, but please shut up… and yes.”

They both laughed at the reference of the throwback. Courtney then got up abruptly, gasping as if she found out all of life’s secrets, “You know what would be really fun?!”

“Buying a pet bunny?” He said as he stared off into space.

“Yes! But also, a walk.” DJ gasped. A walk sounded like the best thing in the world, right after getting a bunny of course.

“Oh my gosh, Courtney. You read my mind! AND maybe something to eat or drink?”

The two practically jumped in excitement and headed toward the back door.

Literally 15 minutes later

The remaining three friends walked into Geoff’s basement. Geoff would be lying if he said he wasn’t just a little scared as they were almost an hour late. To his surprise his two friends were nowhere to be found.

“Where are DJ and Courtney?” He asked.

Duncan shrugged and slumped onto the couch. Geoff looked over at Bridgette who just pulled her phone out, and stepped into the other room. It was probably one of them saying they left, he wouldn’t blame them. Geoff felt bad for not even letting them know he was running behind.

He sat next to Duncan and reached for the glass dish, he needed to try his buddy’s edibles. His face turned to confusion as he noticed the dish was empty.

“Wait, where are my edibles?”

“Where you left them.” Duncan said without looking over. He was busy texting whoever he had met the previous night. It seemed as though the night was over before it began at this point, and if he was lucky he’d be able to sneak away and have some fun.

“I may be high for the majority of the day, but I know when something isn’t really there.”

Bridgette ran in before the two could continue their conversation, “Guys, I just got off the phone with Noah.”

“And we care because?” Duncan asked. He rolled his eyes as Geoff nudged him to listen.

“Because…” Bridgette bagan, “…he has DJ and Courtney, who are currently causing some problems at the Starbucks he works at.”

“Did he get the Princess’s order wrong again?”

Bridgette glared at Duncan. Was there ever a time his brain didn’t immediately go to sarcasm? She knew he meant well, Courtney had only mentioned a few things before, but she definitely could not bring them up. Either way, Duncan’s facade was seriously starting to get old.

“No, they apparently ordered the whole menu. Noah yelled for DJ to put the fake coffee cup standee down because it’s not real before hanging up too.”

“I told you standees are creepily realistic!” Duncan exclaimed.

Geoff thought about what Bridgette was saying. He wondered what was going on with his friends. It was unlike them to leave without a proper scolding, and it was odd for them to have Noah of all people calling them for help. Geoff looked around the room and noticed his back door was slightly ajar, then he looked at the bowl in his hand. The wheels were slowly turning in his head before he looked at Duncan and Bridgette.

They too had noticed what Geoff came to realize, just a few seconds beforehand.

“Shit.” Geoff said as he and Duncan shot up from the couch. Bridgette grabbed Geoff’s keys and tossed them to him, “Let’s go.”

[demonsfate]

Moonlit Wilderness

She stepped among the ancient stones. Broken walls of ruin towered over her. Asuka pondered the abbey’s age. Could it be hundreds of years old? Maybe even thousands? The question, and surroundings, had her in awe. As a city girl, she’s never been in anything like it. The moon’s rays peaked through the gaps and shone upon her, as though an angel was making her the star on life’s stage just for tonight. It’s an experience she couldn’t quite find the words to describe other than one; surreal.

But she couldn’t allow beauty to distract her from the tournament that’s still ongoing; The King of Iron Fist 5. She’s impressed she made it thus far. Of course, she’s always been confident in her abilities. But some fighters she's faced seemed to be born for battle, as if their lives revolved solely around exchanging blows. Asuka wondered who her next opponent will be. Then her large brown eyes caught the answer.

"Jin...?"

He’s merely standing in the near distance. His face obscured where the moon’s light failed to reach it. He appeared stiff, and if she didn’t know any better, she would’ve assumed he’s part of this ancient structure.

With great perplexity, her knuckles hit her hips, and she tilted her head inquisitively. “What are you doing here? Didn’t Hwoarang defeat you already?’

"My power has surpassed even yours."

His sudden response took her aback. Asuka struggled to find an appropriate response to that. What do you say to such a bizarre statement? She laughed to hide her nervousness. “Power? What are you-“

A mighty wind cut her off short. It felt as though a hurricane had just came through, and has now blown her out of the old abbey. She screamed until her body crashed through a bed of flowers; the collision caused many to soar as she once did. After a second of resting on her back, she tried to rise despite the ache that’s beating on her muscles. Her eyes twitched, then opened, and above her was a winged figure. It resembled her cousin, who was just in the abbey as she was, but not the same. The color was draining from his complexion and fast, turning himself into an ashen gargoyle. Large, sharp horns that point outwards sprouted from the sides of his skull. Odd, black markings inked his chest and face. Any other person would’ve thought they were tattoos, somewhat similar to the one on Jin’s left arm. His arms were unfathomable; with a single glance, one can see they weren’t soft like a human’s skin. No, they were hard, dark red, and jagged. They looked almost wooden. Sharpened bones jut from his elbows. But then there were his eyes, there were possibly three of them, an odd teardrop shape that glowed bright red, and the pair where you’d expect to find eyes on a face were a luminous white, much like the moon he hovered in front of. His pitch black wings kept him in the sky.

Squinting her eyes at the beast before her, Asuka reached a conclusion, “you’re not...” but she wouldn’t finish it after noticing that third eye glowing brighter and brighter. Not wanting to stay and figure out what will transpire from it, she rolled and narrowly missed a red, hot laser that blasted from it and hit right where she was resting, killing more flowers.

Asuka stood up in the rain of dead flowers, realizing whatever this thing was in place of her cousin, it might just kill her. She can see the displeasure on his face. He had hoped the laser would burn her, but she disappointed him by keeping his hopes up for nothing. The beast bent one leg and stretched out the other. As fast as a barreling missile, he lunged right toward her. Asuka evaded the kick with two backflips.

Her lungs asked for time to breathe, but she denied their request. Instead, she sprinted to the creature and threw a punch at his face. Then another one, and another, and another, and - every punch misses, not even coming close. It’s as if the creature can predict her every movement, and he’ll always be faster than she. But to Asuka, that wasn’t even the most unsettling thing about him. It’s the overwhelming aura he possessed. She sensed it in Jin earlier in the tournament, but now it was engulfing. Was this what consumed her cousin?

"I don't know what you did to him - but you're gonna give Jin back now!!"

Could he take her demand seriously when she failed to land a single hit on him? She swapped punches for kicks, lifting her body from the grassy lands to throw her leg right at his chin - he caught it midair. She gasped and hissed at the sharp talons that puncture her skin, suddenly something hot and uncomfortably sticky ran down her leg; blood spilling from the fresh wounds. He hurled her body as if she was nothing more than a sack of feathers to him, but she crashed to the ground again with the weight of a cinderblock.

How could this monster possess such great strength...? She thought as she groaned, trying to get back on her feet. The memories of her and Jin as children came to her mind in this moment. Her father never visited his sister often, as they were in two separate parts of Japan. But when he did, she’d meet up with her cousin. She was 6, and he was 10. Yet despite their differences in age, their parents always found it impressive by how she could still knock him off his feet. It would embarrass him, but brought her great pride. These memories used to be a pleasant trip. Right now, they feel like they’re here to haunt her.

This wasn’t the same Jin from back then, and this wasn’t friendly sparring between family. Just when she thought she’d find her grounding again, he knocked her over the head with a hard, steel-like fist. He forcefully kicked her every time she attempted to stand until her body had to decide to give up for her.

Weakly, she glanced up at him. “Give Jin... give Jin back.” It was supposed to be a demand, but it came out as a plea. He didn’t respond to it, though. He went forward by crouching to her, and he raised his hand, readying to end her misery. Then...

He dropped it.

“It’s over,” he finally said, with a voice that wasn’t Jin’s. It was much deeper, more sinister. “And it’ll all be over soon enough.”

The creature rose and turned around to walk away. “No,” Asuka said, “it’s... not over... it’s... bring back Jin. You can’t go, bring back..." she gasped as she lifted her chest from the flowers. "Jin, please come back...” she whispered, then slipped back and darkness enveloped everything.

[djhallyboo]

"I LIKE MEN."

[superjumpintomyheart]

Octavio knew about Callie’s crush on Nori while she was under his control. Overall he was fine with it cause it’d benefit him and also he’s not an asshole so when Callie asks for Nori to handle her instead of other soldiers he just goes with it

Octavio took Callie because he needed her talents and to lure the NSS in so he could like take em out yknow great zapfish power and all that. which means he wanted to treat her well, he wanted her to stay and - even tho he was using mind control - he wanted her to want to stay as well. originally Nori was assigned the task because Octavio knew he could trust her and she would do it well, just like every other job she'd done before. once Callie started talking to Octavio every now and then about the "pretty guard" she gets to hang out with all day, he was like, "oh great they're gay. fine with me i guess."

we've talked before about how Callie would protest to do anything if nori wasn't the one guarding her, and whenever a different soldier would fill in for Nori she just wouldn't have it. Callie tells Octavio she only wants Nori to be her body guard and no exceptions, if Nori is sick then he better watch her himself. again, he's really not bothered by his hostage having a crush on one of his soldiers, it'd make her want to stay more and perhaps even with the hypnoshades off she'd want to stay because of Nori (he did not consider the fact that Nori would leave the military to go be with Callie- i never said he was smart about this).

Eventually in the far future, if Nori ever goes to pay Octavio a visit and explain her actions, he'd be like "Honestly kid, I get it. I did dumb stuff too back in my day for love. The difference is you didn't make a dumb choice, I can respect what made you leave."

She'd feel comforted by that, knowing the man she idolized throughout her life didn't hate her, as much as she knew she shouldn't continue to strive for his approval. It was the part of her past she still was clinging onto, this would help her let it go.

[luckyfinn72]

time to add DJ to my transmasc AJR playlist ig

[ur-fav-alien]

Partners

Trent Beretta/Tony Nese A little bit of angst? Emotions being rekindled stuff like that lol Tony Nese is now all elite, and Trent feels the need to congratulate his old partner. (+ a scene after their match on Dark)

Trent was still a little surprised. He didn’t doubt Nese, no, not at all. Trent was just shocked that the guy was now ‘all elite’. He was now going to be a part of Trent’s long list of coworkers, and that was… well, that was a lot to handle. 

They had a history, you could say that. A very long and complicated history. But he was still proud of Tony. That’s why he was currently weaving his way backstage, trying the asshole. 

Trent had been there for Orange because there were some rumors circulating that he was going to get his ass kicked by the Bucks and Cole. Nese had then come out and rebooted Trent’s entire nervous system. That was his excuse why he was trying to find the guy he used to call his friend, and not protecting the guy who he’s currently calling a friend. 

And after a million years of turning corners and asking for directions, Tony Nese was finally in his line of sight… once again.  

“Nese!” Trent called out. The two of them were alone at the back of the event center. Storage equipment and metal chairs lined the blank walls. They were right outside some office. 

Tony’s face turned into that of confusion when he turned around and saw Trent. “Beretta? The fuck are you doing here?”

Trent couldn’t help but stare. He looked good, like fantastic. Trent had almost spit out his drink when he saw his entrance earlier. “I’m supposed to be with Orange, but I uh… I wanted to…” Staring down at Tony’s boo- pecs made Trent realize how stupid this was. Going to a guy he hadn’t seen in what? A little less than a decade? God, Trent had some unresolved feelings to figure out. “I wanted to congratulate you on joining AEW.” 

“Oh…” Tony tensed up. “This isn’t a ploy to beat my ass, right?” 

“No! No.” Trent laughed. “I mean… Sammy already did that for me.” 

Tony’s face dropped. 

“I’m sorry, I had to.” Trent apologized with a smile. 

The ‘Premier Athlete’ rolled his eyes. “Once an ass, always an ass, right?” 

Trent made a noise of shock. “What?! You’re one to talk!” 

“I’m one to talk? I was always nice to you!” Trent was appalled. “You’re the one that left me at the last second.” 

The two of them had unconsciously taken a step forward. A gravitational pull of temptation and history pulling them together. 

“Holy shit!” Trent couldn’t believe it. This drove them apart all those years ago. Of course, it would drive them away again. You would think it would be all the ‘friends with benefits’ moments they had with each other, but nope! “How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry?” 

“As many times as I need you to before I think it’s a genuine apology.”  

All of Trent’s apologies were genuine, because he felt genuinely bad! He didn’t know what he was doing when he signed with NJPW. He was just excited! Some big ass company wanted him to beat bitches up, and you thought he wouldn’t take that opportunity? The only reason Nese didn’t think Trent’s apologies were genuine was because he went by the philosophy ‘oh if you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it in the first place’, which is a stupid ass philosophy. People are stupid and make mistakes, and Trent had made a mistake. 

He made a serious mistake not telling Nese, like he wouldn’t want his best friend to join him on this big ass trip. Best Friend… boyfriend, same thing really when you didn’t know what to call yourselves. But either way, Trent wanted to bring Nese along. He had just… forgotten. 

“You never think my apologies are genuine!” 

“Because they aren’t!” 

And Trent didn’t know how this flurry of emotions erupted inside of him, but he suddenly felt more overwhelmed than he ever had before. He just needed to prove a point - prove that he did care about Tony. Before he could think, he grabbed Tony’s face and slammed their lips together. It was like waves crashing against each other, or fireworks going off. While both of them had changed in the past several years since they stopped talking, Trent had never felt anything more familiar. 

He pushed away angrily. “Is that a genuine apology, huh?” He asked, ignoring Nese’s shocked face. “Does that show you I cared about you?” 

There was a pause between them, a silence of heavy breathing. Trent wasn’t even regretting the kiss, he was just worrying more about whether Tony would kill him or not. It’s not like he would though… unless he was with someone now, then that would be a very uncomfortable conversation to have. 

Tony hesitantly brought his hand to his lips and gingerly touched his bottom lip, which was slightly wet from Trent’s spit. He usually wasn’t just a messy kisser, but Trent’s emotions were running high. He got pissed way too easily. 

Tony lunged towards him before Trent could process what was happening, and their lips connected once again. Trent’s heart ran wild as Tony’s hands held his face. They stumbled back from the force. His back hit a stack of metal chairs and the noise of pain that escaped his lips was muffled by Tony’s lips. 

His arms wrapped around Tony’s waist, pulling them closer together. The clanking of the metal chairs had echoed through the building, a loud noise that both of them had ignored in favor of the taste of their lips. Someone would probably appear around a corner to check out what caused that deafening noise. In the meantime, Trent savored this moment. He savored Tony, kissed him like had never kissed him before. 

It was a kiss that made up for lost time. 

A door opened, and the two pushed away, breathing heavily as Mark Sterling stepped out of his office… Was Tony going to see Mark Sterling? That asshole? Ugh. 

“Is everything okay?” Mark asked.

Trent was trying to hide his face while simultaneously wiping Tony’s spit off his lips. 

“Yeah.” Tony answered. “We’re good.” 

Mark gave his best award winning smile. “That’s good! Now do you uh…” Trent and him made eye contact.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Tony answered his silent question. He gave Trent one last look before going off to sign his life away. At least Trent got to see him one last time before he sold his soul to the world’s worst manager. 

It had been an hour since his match with Tony, and he was currently getting himself some food. Trent didn’t know why he had picked the match in the beginning. He could’ve just kept his mouth shut and continued to tie up his shoes, but really? His favorite tag-team partner was Josh Woods? That weirdo? Not only had that comment hurt Trent’s ego, but also his heart. Yeah, they had a pretty rough ending, but Trent didn’t think it was that rough. 

And besides, they had made up. 

“Y’know,” Trent whipped around from his seat at some empty table. Tony was standing right behind him. “I didn’t mean it.” 

Trent stared at him. “Huh?” 

“Woods isn’t my favorite tag-team partner.” 

“I- What?” Trent couldn’t believe that Tony was actually saying this. “You tell me this after our match?” 

“Yeah?” Tony replied, as if it was the most obvious answer. “What did you think I was going to do? Tell you before?�� 

“Yes! Maybe tell me so we don’t have to fight each other at all?” 

“Why would I do that?” Trent was appalled. “I like fighting you.” There was a smirk on Tony’s lips that Trent wanted to wipe off.

“You son of-” 

Before Trent could finish, Trent flashed him a smile and turned around, walking away. 

Oh… Trent was going to kill him one of these days.

[shadowthrone-ammanas]

'Life' as a Ghost Drabbles - Visit

Subcon Forest was exactly as Conductor had thought it’d be; dark with a spooky air. A stereotypical haunted forest, though it reportedly being the world’s most haunted forest meant it basically made the blueprint for that stereotype. Even so, that made it not very scary… to the Conductor anyway.

He glanced back at Grooves, walking a short distance behind him, sticking to the middle of the path. He dragged his feet as he glanced around, fidgeting nervously with one of the buttons on his jacket. His reluctance to enter hadn’t faded upon seeing the forest properly counter to Conductor’s expectations.

“What are you so afraid of?” Conductor finally had to ask, keeping he mocking in his tone light as despite his obvious fear, Grooves hadn’t complained much. For that he deserved some credit at least.

“We’re in the middle of haunted forest that very few folk come out of alive. So I feel I’m justified in my fear that something might pop out and kill us.”

“Yes but we’re friends with the kid and she’s got sway over the Snatcher fellow so we’re safe. And if anything does come for us, I’ll fight it off.”

“How, pray tell, do you intend to do that? Last I heard, ghosts don’t fear knives or whatever other kinda weapon you might be carrying.”

“Who said I’d use a knife? I’d use me fists and…”

“Conductor, DJ Grooves,” Hat Kid said as she came flying out of the darkness. “Why are you guys here? Not that it’s not great to see you but… you know.”

“We came to visit,” Grooves replied, “and to make sure you’re adjusting well to… this.” He made an awkward gesture her, clearly referring to the fact that she was a ghost but not having the guts to actually say it out loud.

“And, to ask if we could shoot part of our next movie here in the forest,” Conductor added. That was their primary reason for coming instead of just sending a letter or something. As long as they had leverage to shoot in cool places, they should take the opportunity to do so. Movie sets were great but real locations would always be better, its why Conductor ran a real train and Grooves had a real DJ set up. Despite his fear of the place, it had been Grooves’ idea; he was quite useful at times.

“Ooh, would I get to be part of it?”

“If you would like to be.” Conductor was also secretly hoping Snatcher might too. Though that was a long shot by far.

Hat Kid’s ghostly smile widened. “Awesome! And some of the Subconites would probably love to help too. Snatcher might not let us though, he’s kinda grumpy and a killjoy sometimes. Let’s go ask him! Oh, and, I’m adjusting perfectly well, thank you.”

She turned and started down the path, clearly expecting Grooves and Conductor to keep up. Grooves hesitated for a moment but increased his pace anyway. If this plan of their did turn out to work, he was going have to get used to being here.