#everyone back then was so funny they all have the weirdest quirks for like absolutely no reason lmao. they were all like

[sonicstorybook]

SATBK Origintober 5

In Chretien de Troyes' Perceval (The Story of the Grail), Gawain has a habit of not telling anyone his identity unless directly asked. But once he's asked, he won't refuse to answer or give an alias.

While they [the Maiden of the Small Sleeves and Gawain] were conversing, her father [the Vavasor*] came into the square and did everything in his power to persuade my lord Gawain to stay the night and take lodgings with him, but first he begged and requested him to tell him his name, if he would. My lord Gawain refused to stay but told him: "Sir, I am called Gawain; I've never refused to reveal my name anywhere it was asked, but I've never given it unless I was first asked for it."

*Vavasor was a position in feudal law who served as like... an overseer/administrator for a baron. The vavasour was a vassal of the baron, but also had tenants under him. So I would say, like, moderate social standing but below Gawain's station for sure.

[kpop-zone]

Dating JiU & Yoohyeon

A/N: I feel like I suck at writing headcanons, so I’m sorry if this is bad. It’s nothing personal, I love my soft girlfriends :D

Unrelated note: Can anyone else not stop watching Dreamcatcher’s Abracadabra dance cover??

Relationship

Not my GIF, credits to whoever made it

Having a polygamous relationship had never really been weird to either of them

They had found out pretty casually that they were both into you

All of you started out as friends

But one night due to the influence of some alcohol, Yoohyeon and Minji ended up gushing over you for hours

And they realized that they were both in love with you

For a second, they stared at each other helplessly

But then Yoohyeon plucked up all her courage, deciding to tell Minji the complete truth

“Um...you know, Y/N is actually not the only one that I like.”

 She mumbled eventually and confessed her feelings to Minji

Who was super relieved to know that she hadn’t just imagined the spark between the two of them

After all feelings had been disclosed, it was clear to them how to handle this situation

It would either be all of you, or no one

Yoohyeon was pretty confident though

In her mind, the three of you were already dating

Minji, on the other hand was a little more anxious

She was scared that you would resent them for their desire

Yoohyeon needed to give her a lot of reassurance until both of them were ready to confess to you

When they confessed eventually, they were a little nervous

So they were all giggly and needed a while to get their confession straight

But then their words were really sincere and heartfelt

You simply couldn’t turn them down

So the three of you hit it off

Due to already being friends for a while, there was no timid getting-to-know each other phase in your relationship

All of you knew about the quirks and weaknesses of each other

But also about the assets

From the moment you started dating the two of them, you could call yourself the master of having it all

Because your girlfriends have everything that you could ask for

They are beautiful, sweet, talented, hot, smart, funny, a little bit crazy...

More often than not, you find yourself contemplating how you had even managed to not only woo one but TWO goddesses

Minji is usually the mature and caring one in your relationship

She loves to take care of Yoohyeon and you

She has a particular soft spot for you though

While all of you like to tease each other

She is never too ruthless with you

Much to the dismay of Yoohyeon who is always defenseless against your alliance

Another manifestation of Minji’s soft spot for you is the way she spoils you

She always tells Yoohyeon to just buy herself some food on the way back home after a long day at work

When you complain about feeling hungry though, she doesn’t shy back from whipping out her cooking skills

Of course, Yoohyeon gets pouty in light of this preferential treatment of yours

But Minji always tells her that you were simply more deserving of sweet gestures

 Because you like to spoil your girls too

It’s the little things that make Minji happy

A note on her nightstand, remembering her coffee order, surprising her with lunch at work...

She doesn’t make big demands, but she always rewards you with an expression on her face that could make you believe that you had just bought her the sun

Yoohyeon, on the other hand, is interested in everything that is unusual

So you sometimes buy her stuff that might be a little weird to others

But you know that she loves it

Once you bought her an old film camera that belonged to a German woman a few decades back

After developing the film, she got super into German culture

And even started to learn German

Minji and you are always really impressed because Yoohyeon is just so smart

While being a clumsy, helpless baby simultaneously

But that is just one of the many reasons why the two of you love her

Yoohyeon is also the one who keeps the energy level of your relationship up at all times

She never sits still and always has a thousand ideas for not so cute dates

Sometimes her dates are a complete success even though they are unusual

For example, when she took you to an abandoned amusement park

And you had a photoshoot and a cute picknick together

But once, she dragged you to a “cool magic show”

Only for you to end up at a weird cult meeting

Nevertheless, Minji and you seldomly say no to her suggestions

Both of you know that Yoohyeon means well

She just loves the two of you so much and wouldn’t mind spending every living minute of hers with you

 Which is why she always wants to convince you to accompany them on their tours

Neither her nor Minji consider their relationship complete when you are not with them

 Therefore, you receive a lot of text messages and cute videos when they leave you behind

Yoohyeon never hides how much she misses you

Minji, on the other hand, usually gets really quiet when the separation is getting too hard for her

Until her feelings eventually get the better of her and she needs your comfort

Both of them always make sure that you know that the two of them are incomplete without you

Therefore, jealousy plays absolutely no role in your relationship

You are really honest with each other and your feelings are always fully disclosed

There’s not one duo that has a stronger bond than the others

You are all equally connected by love

And neither of you can stand it when you are apart

That’s why you always savor the times that you are together to the fullest

Therefore, your love is also very obvious to see for everyone else

Yoohyeon is the one who’s least afraid to show your relationship publicly

Not that she would be able to keep her hands to herself anyways

She’s the one that gets the angriest whenever strangers look at you derogatory

Minji on the other hand is a little more careful

Not necessarily because she’s ashamed of your relationship

But because she often wants to seem like a mature and well-mannered adult in public

So she keeps the PDA at a bare minimum

Eventually, however, her façade always ends up crumbling

And her goofy, clingy self comes to light

She’s just a sucker for soft touches

So she will gently run her fingertips up and down your arms, put her hands on your thighs or simply intertwine your fingers

But she is not only in charge of the soft aspects in your relationship

She also has a wild and slightly crazy side to her

And it’s the times when she chooses to show it that the three of you have the most fun

You can be so LOUD and reckless when no one is there to tame you

Especially because you are so comfortable around each other

Shyness is not a word in your vocabulary

All of you know that you can share your weirdest thoughts with each other

There is no judgement in your relationship

Therefore, you feel completely comfortable when you are around your girlfriends

No matter whether you are cute or crazy together, you know that you are safe in the presence of each other

Your relationship is just filled with love, laughter and trust

And you couldn’t imagine ever living without either of your girlfriends anymore

NSFW

Not my GIF, credits to whoever made it

Queens of duality

Your sex is either cute and giggly

Or hot and kinky

That completely depends on your girlfriends’ moods

When they return from a tight schedule, they are usually beat for a few days

Which doesn’t change anything about their high sex drive though

Physical touch is a very important part of your relationship

So they are always very touch starved when they come back home

Which leads to some intense cuddle sessions that always turn to something more

They love to put you in the center of attention

Because both of them feel sorry for leaving you behind

They try to make it up to you by whispering sweets nothings into your ear while caressing your whole body

The mood is never too sensual though

Because one of you will end up saying something funny

But no one is really bothered by that

You love to laugh together in intimate moments like that

And neither of you is a fan of monotony anyways, so you like that not a single night is ever like the other

One thing that is for sure though is that you are in for a long time

Both, Minji and Yoohyeon, like to take their time with you

And they are a well attuned team

They know every single weak spot on your body and how to work it

While one pays attention to one of them, the other takes care of another

Generally, you enjoy really slow and vanilla sex after they return from an exhausting schedule

That changes though when their energy levels are up again

Sex during those times is a lot rougher and also a little chaotic

Because there is no clear distribution of roles

It’s always a surprise who will take control

Yoohyeon can be a bratty bottom

She loves to test her limits and to get put into her place

But she also loves to take control, especially because she is usually the one who suggest trying new things

Minji can be somewhat of a pillow princess when she’s in the mood

But neither Yoohyeon nor you mind

Because Minji is usually the one taking care of the two of you on a daily basis, you like to take your sweet time with her in bed to repay her

But when her wild side is activated, she won’t let Yoohyeon nor you take control

She likes to give orders and won’t accept anything less than complete obedience

Might have a mommy kink too

Both, Yoohyeon and Minji, can be big teases

It gives them a lot of pleasure to see you getting frustrated

Although neither of them ever takes it too far

That also applies to toys, BDSM and other kinks

While neither of them shies back from getting a little experimental in bed (as long as everyone is ok with it, you don’t really have boundaries)

They don’t enjoy seeing either of you hurt or too frustrated

And while they love to leave their marks (especially on you), it’s usually only hickeys and maybe a few light scratches, nothing more

After all of you have tired each other out to your satisfaction, you always end up in an intertwined ball of limbs

Because soft cuddles and pillow talks are a must

Even if all of you are already half-asleep, you will mumble trivial things until all of you drift off into a deep slumber

You’re just a bunch of softies with a wild side

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 247: Todoroki Angst

Previously on BnHA: Ujiko started some kind of procedure on Tomura to make him even more powerful, because that’s what we were all asking for at the end of the last arc, isn’t it? “Horikoshi can you go ahead and make the homicidal nihilist even stronger please and thank you.” Well not to worry, because he’s got our backs! Meanwhile Hawks poked around the villain HQ trying to find out more details about That End Of The World Thing That’s Happening In 4 Months, and came up with squat. But he did successfully pass on his secret message to Endeavor about how “THE CHILDREN ARE OUR ONLY HOPE,” so Endeavor shrugged and was like “fine, HEY CHILDREN, LET’S GO FIGHT CRIME.” Anyways, so I was thinking, do you suppose they all just figured out they’re actually in a shounen manga? Because that would explain a lot.

Today on BnHA: Endeavor gathers the kids together and is all “so tell me about yourselves.” Deku is all “I have two quirks shut up it’s not weird” and says he wants to get better at harnessing his power so that he can use it without it being destructive. Kacchan is all “I’m already strong but I want to become better as a person” and I appreciate how the other characters are able to hold themselves back from exclaiming, “THIS KID’S REDEMPTION ARC... IT’S TOO POWERFUL...!” because I sure the fuck would have if I was there. And then Shouto is all “hey dad, friendly reminder that I’m here because I want to get stronger to reach my own goals, but you’re still a shitty dad and I hate your guts.” Endeavor, to his credit, reacts very appropriately to all three kids (including a resigned “got it” to Shouto, which was in fact the only appropriate response, so props to him for that), and dives right on in to mentoring the shit out of them. He then delivers a challenge -- defeat at least one villain without him beating them to the punch. So that should be fun, and I mean that with complete sincerity. Bring it!

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

oooooh shit we’re starting right on a continuation of the Fuyumi panel from last week. TODOROKI DRAMA ARC INCOMING. THIS IS IT BOYS. THE BIG ONE

omg omg omg

friendly reminder that chapter 242, in which this internship was first announced, came out on September 6. that is six whole weeks that we’ve been waiting for this internship to actually get started for real. I WAS PROMISED CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND UNUSUAL INTERACTIONS AND UNLIKELY BONDS BEING FORMED. and I have been patient, because In Horikoshi We Trust, but is it finally that time now? I just need them to stop hinting at it and finally get to it before I lose my mind okay

so Endeavor is asking Baku and Deku for their character profiles

Deku: “I used to break bones on demand, now I shoot wind from my fists along with the occasional Venom Symbiote”

Bakugou: “I blow shit up and I also have your character development arc, but fast-tracked so that it kicked in before I could fully become a massive prick like you”

meanwhile Shouto just sits there pouting because as we know from the Babysitter’s Club arc (and also from the Sports Festival arc, during which he dragged Deku into a hallway and was all “time to tell you about my tragic past” completely unprompted), he actually has his own character profile on standby ready to go at a moment’s notice, but everyone just keeps it benched all the time. poor Shouto

(ETA: he will not be silenced!!)

so Endeavor is phrasing this in the weirdest way possible, asking them to state “their current ‘assignments’” lol what. at least the second part of this is clearer, with him asking what they want to gain from this internship

okay so Deku says he wants to control his power so that he can “move at max performance.” yes that’s a very good goal for you, World’s Last Hope

lmaoooo

“weren’t you the kid who broke every bone in his arms several times in succession while attempting to KO my youngest child.” way to make an impression Deku

so Deku patiently explains that, yes, but we’re WELL BEYOND the whole bone-breaking stage now and currently at the “trying to master my new SECRET POWER which is still under wraps” stage. get with the times, Endeavor

hahaha here we go. this is so painfully awkward

“yeah so I kind of have a second quirk now. you know. as one does. please ignore how the only other known person to ever have multiple quirks just so happens to be the greatest villain of all time who is currently incarcerated in Tartarus following his last stand during which the number one hero lost all his power. that’s not relevant. anyways so yeah, two quirks, it’s totally normal and not a big deal at all”

what the actual fuck is he going to do once quirks # 3, 4, 5, etc. come along? this is such a disaster it’s not even funny. and by the way, this whole time I’ve been ignoring the elephant in the room that is Katsuki’s face while Deku nearly spills the beans about his so-called secret. but let’s all just acknowledge that it’s amazing and it belongs in a museum

thankfully Endeavor has had more than enough of exercising his brain today after all of that codebreaking, and isn’t even bothering to ask any questions. instead he’s just like, “show me.” probably the right call; easier to just see wth he’s going on about rather than keep listening to this strange and incredibly suspicious explanation

here we go guys time for some BLOOP

that’s because you’re still scared of it! boy if you’re not going to listen to Katsuki then I hope Endeavor can knock some sense into you at least!

you know, Endeav may be scowling so hard his face is gonna get stuck that way, but so far he’s not half bad at this mentoring/coaching thing

really appreciate how he jumps straight into asking pertinent questions about what Deku wants to do with this new quirk, rather than being all “how the fuck do you go from breaking all of your bones to THAT”

so now Deku’s explaining how it works and says he’s been applying the same principles that he uses with Air Force

LMAOOOOO

this right here is the most accurate introduction to Deku that Endeavor could ever have possibly received. THAT’S IT, THAT’S THE CHARACTER

and it also neatly sums up his whole problem with Blackwhip as well, which is just that he’s way overthinking it. no fucking wonder he can’t do anything with it yet! he’s trying to run NASA-level calculations in his head in real time while using it, like wtf. just let loose boi

also can we stop and appreciate how both Bakugou and Shouto are just fucking done. like, Bakugou is one thing, but just look at Todoroki fucking Shouto, Deku’s #1 fan and admirer, being all “wtf I hate Deku now”

LMAO AGAIN

Burnin’ is quickly rising through my favorite character ranks. meanwhile Shouto has gleaned, quite correctly, that those were in fact words coming from Deku’s mouth. what kind of words is a mystery, but at least it’s something

omfg Endeavor can speak Deku

(ETA: one of the things I’m noticing on a reread is how Endeavor is approximately twice the size of the kids. and it’s not like they’re small or anything. but they look like toddlers next to him. he’s only 6′4″ how is he towering over them to this degree.)

I feel like Endeavor’s intelligence levels fluctuate from week to week. or even from panel to panel. enigma

so blah blah blah he’s thinking to himself “his raw power rivals All Might’s” and then -- ! LOOK AT THIS SHIT

SOFT ENDEAVOR ADOPTING DEKU WTAF. holy shit. if anyone says they saw this coming, I’m calling you out as a fucking liar. BUT I’M HERE FOR IT OMG

AND NOW THIS ONE’S TURN!

(ETA: Kacchan is 5′7″. pretty sure Endeavor is actually 8 feet tall.)

lmao Deku’s face. trying to work out what this means and whether it’s good or bad

meanwhile, after the multiple pages of extensive rambling from Deku, Endeavor is about to get an introduction from Bakugou which will likely just consist of “I WANT TO BECOME THE NUMBER ONE” with absolutely no introspection whatsoever. basically the polar opposite of Deku. gotta love it

HERE WE GO

ooh, unexpected! though still brusque. but to be fair, he’s gifted when it comes to saying a lot in few words

(ETA: out of the three, Kacchan definitely took up the least amount of time with his introspection. not bad for a kid who used to think the entire fucking world revolved around him. growth!)

now he’s bitching at Burnin’ for not having anything better to do than stand around heckling them lmao

SHE’S HERE TO PROVIDE COMMENTARY KATSUKI SHHH. in other news, today I learned that Burnin’ is actually me. huh

OH MY GOD KATSUKI IS METAING -- !! [ELBOWS MY WAY INTO THE FRONT ROW] EVERYONE FUCKING SHUT YOUR MOUTHS AND LISTEN!!!!

OH MY GOD

y’all Katsuki really just fessed up and admitted to needing to work on his growth as a person rather than his physical ability. along with a NEW ADORABLE CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK, EXCUSE ME WHILE I ORDER PRINTS OF THIS TO PUT IN MY WALLET

AND HERE WE GO NOW, THE WHOLE “I WANT TO SURPASS THE NUMBER ONE” PART. BUT IT WAS SO MUCH DEEPER THAN I EXPECTED, KATSUKI YOU CONTINUE TO MAKE ME PROUD! LOOK HOW DETERMINED HE IS TO BE A BETTER PERSON

PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, IF YOU’RE NOT ROOTING FOR BAKUGOU KATSUKI THEN WHY ARE YOU EVEN READING THIS MANGA HONESTLY

OMG ENDEAVOR

“this kid...” REMINDS YOU OF SOMEONE, DOESN’T HE! OH MY GOD I NEED TO SIT AND CALM DOWN AND DRINK SOME WATER

anyway so do you love him. YOU BETTER SAY YES!!

LMAO SHOUTO COULDN’T HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER

LET’S HEAR IT THEN, FIVE PEEPEE MAN!!

Endeavor is whipping back around on him all “I THOUGHT YOU CAME HERE TO MASTER YOUR NEW TECHNIQUE” with this look of borderline panic on his face that implies to me that it’s one thing to take on two new kids with no familiar baggage, and quite another to have to deal with his own son’s personal angst which is directly related to his own worst personal shortcomings and sins! but that’s just too bad, Endeavor! also, fuck you!

OH MY GOD TODOROKI SHOUTO HAS THE SOFTEST SADDEST EXPRESSION AND THIS SPEECH IS GOING TO MAKE ME CRY WHAT THE HELL

even Kacchan has gone soft. meanwhile, is somebody cutting onions in here or

(ETA: also, Kacchan really has been promoted to best friend status, hasn’t he? or co-best friend at least. Shouto really does value their time training together, huh. “spending time with these guys.” anyways so this officially is the TodoBakuDeku arc, sorry everyone I don’t make the rules.

also! I really love how Shouto’s character development has been all about him finally figuring out what it is that he wants. one way or the other, Endeavor has been the focus of his life since childhood. everything he did was centered around him, even when it was centered around defying him. it was still always him, and never Shouto. because he’d been raised as his father’s tool, he struggled with feeling like anything he achieved was just giving his father exactly what he wanted. so he never really had the freedom to strive toward his own goals until Deku finally broke him free of that mindset. it wasn’t until he was surrounded by others who shared the same dream he’d once had that he was able to move past the toxic part of that resentment. not to say that it wasn’t justified, because it was! and is, still. but all the same, it was hurting him at least as much as it ever hurt Endeavor, if not much more so. 

so I really like the message his arc sends here, which is that forgiveness is not so much for the benefit of the one who hurt you as it is for yourself. and that’s obviously not the right word for it, by the way -- “forgiveness” -- but it’s just a placeholder for lack of a better one. because obviously as we can see, he hasn’t forgiven him, but what he has done is put that part of his past behind him. for his own sake, for his own peace, which he deserves. anyways guys Shouto is so fucking strong and I love him so damn much. shit.)

“y’all didn’t think I was gonna put the Terrible Trio together with Endeavor and not follow through on it with piles and piles of Todoroki angst,” Horikoshi says, casually filing his nails with one eyebrow raised. “c’mon”

here it comes y’all

ain’t no force on this earth more dramatic than a Todoroki. did he somehow get a wind blowing in from somewhere. aren’t they indoors

loool Endeavor getting DRAGGED LIKE AN UNTIED SHOELACE in front of these kids he just met two seconds ago, oof. “don’t forget dad, just because I’ve mellowed out a bit and accepted that I need to learn how to use my fire side doesn’t mean I don’t still hate your guts because BOY DO I.” oh damn

so your kid is justifiably pissed at you for your decade and a half of abuse, not to mention annoyed that you’re just putting it all behind you now and acting like it never happened. but it’s not like it’d make things any better if he just went back to acting like a jerk with these new kids! so here we all are, with no easy answers for this situation. what’s a 45-year-old man trying to make up for his past sins to do

(ETA: boy I just took a stroll around the ol’ fandom and a lot of people have really strong feelings about this huh. the most common sentiment seems to be “YAASSSS SHOUTO”, which I can 100% get behind. but it seems like a lot of people are also angry that Shouto is in this situation to begin with. specifically, we have the usual faction of people who are upset that Endeavor is getting any kind of redemption arc at all, and would prefer if he remained eminently hatable and shunned and detested for the rest of his days.

and look, I get it. humans are hardwired to want things to be fair. we want karma. kindness should beget kindness, and cruelty should net you the same treatment in return. reap what you sow. and while some crimes occasionally fall into a grey area, it hardly gets more black and white than Endeavor’s case. not only is there the child and spousal abuse, there’s also the incredibly dubious consent issues that arise in the case of an arranged marriage. like, there’s really no question that what he’s done is bad. so to see behavior like that “rewarded” by his becoming the number one hero, and to see people actually admiring him, and to watch him taking steps to turn his life around even as his wife and children struggle to gather the shattered pieces of their own lives -- yeah, that’s gonna trigger something in a lot of people. because it’s not fair. he hurt good people who didn’t deserve it, and all of this makes it seem like he’s getting away with it.

but here’s the thing -- there are different types of penance. there’s punishment, but there is also atonement. and Endeavor is getting his just desserts in some ways -- by being forever denied the chance to reach the goal that he worked his whole life toward, and by finally developing a conscience, the better to fully experience the remorse of knowing the pain he brought about to his family. but what’s arguably more important than that is that he also has the opportunity to try and atone for some of the terrible things he’s done, by doing good in the world now. he is a hero. his job is to help people. every day he is making the world a little better by doing that. and that, to me, is such a fascinating idea: a terrible person doing good things. and it’s something that feels almost counterintuitive, and that’s part of why a lot of people have so much trouble accepting it, I think. but it’s a fact of life, isn’t it? if good people can do bad things, then it stands to reason that the reverse is true as well. 

and I’ll just come right out and say it -- for me, if it comes down to a choice of having someone be punished, or having them be forced to do good things to atone, I’m gonna go with the latter just about every time. because while it may not feel quite as viscerally satisfying, it’s the option that produces the greatest net benefit for the world. without Endeavor, the world would have one less person out there battling evil. and as I suspect we’re going to continue to see in this arc, there are other, subtler ways that he can still do good as well.

so yeah. it’s a tricky thing. but to be honest, the ability to explore this type of complexity is one of the things I respect the most about Horikoshi’s storytelling. he’s not taking the easy way out here. he’s not giving us easy answers one way or the other. no matter what kind of resolution we get to this character arc, it’s not going to be something that will satisfy everyone. but that’s just how it is. anyways, apologies for the rant.)

hmmm Endeavor

yeah you really read that one wrong. anyway I guess it’s your turn to make a speech now

...

classic Endeavor

(ETA: actually truth be told, that was quite eloquent, and pretty much the only thing he could have said in response to all that. it’s not like he can even begin to justify all of his actions, and pretty much anything else that came out of his mouth would have come off like an attempt to dismiss his son’s feelings, or him trying to weasel out of taking responsibility. there is pretty much nothing else he can say here except for “I understand. that’s valid, and I fucked up.” which this is pretty much acknowledging. anyways this whole chapter is basically the sequel/continuation to 192 and I’m loving it omg.)

so he says he’ll watch over the three of them as a hero, and lead them in hero stuff

oh, I wasn’t going to post this panel, but now Endeavor’s saying “those are the three fundamental skills sought after from a hero” so I guess I should, huh

ooh he says that generally heroes will choose to specialize in either rescue or battle, but his policy is to kick ass at all three. well that’s one similarity between him and All Might, at least. if you’re not here to both win and rescue then what are you even doing with your life am I right

damn there really is a reason why this guy is the number one huh

okay, like. not to knock like 99% of the other heroes out there, but is anyone else sitting there thinking “wow, finally someone competent” or is it just me. like, I really do get a sense of “he’s got it all under control” from him which is lacking with pretty much all of the other heroes. no wonder society is on the verge of being in shambles. what we really need is for all heroes to be this capable, and not just All Might or Endeavor or whoever happens to be the current number one

okay, Endeavor is really out here being a genuinely good mentor, I’m speechless

holy shit

-- WHAT, NO! ARE WE ALREADY DONE?? WHY

okay but I do love that, though. it’s a perfect goal for them. difficult, but not impossible at the rate they’re growing. and it also just so happens to be something that they need to be able to do if they really are going to be the shoulders that society is resting all of its hopes upon. and last but not least, it’s something that all three of them will be able to set their minds too gladly. kick this old man’s ass, kids

anyways. ladies and gentlepeople this chapter was only thirteen pages. shortest chapter we’ve had in a minute. but at least it was densely packed! even if Shouto took up like half of it with his Daddy Issues Speech. that’s okay Shouto we always welcome your daddy angst

all in all I am satisfied. character development, and finally a clear goal for the arc. though part of me would also love it if they manage to achieve this in like the very next chapter. you never know with these wunderkinds lol

[yesloverboy]

Neighborly (mgk!Tommy Lee x Reader) Part 2

SUMMARY:  After helping you move into your new apartment right above the Crüe boys, Tommy stumbles drunkenly to your doorstep that night with an injured hand. With a tipsy confession, Tommy undoubtedly brings more chaos into your life than you ever thought possible in such a short amount of time. The problem is, you find that you don’t exactly mind as much as you should. As Tommy seemingly finds every excuse under the sun just to see you, you wonder if maybe you two are starting to act a little more than neighborly...

word count: 3,917

[Warnings: swearing, mention of injury, vomit, body image, drug and alcohol mention.]

NOTE: It’s finally here! Thank you all for supporting Part 1 so fiercely that I just had to keep it going. I can’t tell if this chapter is as action-packed as the last, but it’s definitely setting up for Part 3, so I hope you enjoy! If you have any suggestions as to what direction to take this fic in don’t hesitate to let me know. I can definitely see some smut/angst in the future if y’all fancy that. 

tags: @kwyloz, @scarecrowmax, @lavendersoundbarrier

 “Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?”

 Tommy’s words ring in your ears as you stare at him blankly, your mind reeling. Just when you thought the past twenty-four hours couldn’t get any more bizarre, your cute and helpful neighbor was not only bleeding in front of you, but calling you beautiful all in the same breath.  “Tommy, that’s really sweet, but I don’t think you know what you’re saying right now,” you comment, trying to laugh the whole situation off. You turn to exit the cramped bathroom, mostly as a half-hearted attempt at getting Tommy to hopefully follow you to the door. About halfway through the door frame, a large hand gently grasps the top of you arm, effectively stopping you in your tracks. 

 Instinctively, you twist around to see Tommy, who is now standing in painfully close proximity to you. You want to speak, but your breath hitches in your throat. There is nothing but a long beat of silence standing in the inches between the two of you. Tommy’s eyes are wide and glistening, as if he were looking right through you.

 “Come on, Y/N, I’m not drunk! I’m right!” Tommy breaks the silence, dropping your arm. “Okay, well...maybe I’m a little both. But I mean it, I swear!”

 You roll your eyes. Whatever trance Tommy has you in instantly brakes when you remember who exactly it is that you’re talking to. Just as you are about to turn back around and retreat to the living room, Tommy’s tall figure lurches violently forward.

 “Tommy, are you–?” You don’t even have time to get the words out before Tommy is retching at your feet.

 Luckily, you had barely been standing outside of the splash zone, but it still doesn’t make the situation any less gross. You hold your breath, not wanting the risk of you gagging to make matters worse. 

 “Oh fuck. I can’t believe I just did that.” Tommy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking disoriented.

 You pinch the space between your eyes and will yourself not to completely snap on the boy in front of you. In your experience, getting frustrated with drunk people never solved anything until the next day and, last you checked, there is still plenty of time left before the sun comes up.

 “Look, it’s fine. Just–please. Sit by the toilet until you’re absolutely sure you’re not going to be sick again.”

 To your relief, Tommy complies by taking a seat at the edge of the bathtub and lifting the toilet seat.

 “Look, Y/N, I–”.    “No,” you abruptly cut him off, “I’m going to go find a towel to sacrifice to the god of bad choices, and you’re going to stay put.” 

 Tommy chuckles softly at your comment, trying his very best to hide the amusement in his face with a bandaged hand. You have to turn your back to him to keep from smiling in return. Even though this whole situation was annoying, and–quite frankly–disgusting, Tommy somehow still makes you crack a smile. 

 What the fuck is wrong with me? You wonder as you go to fetch a spare towel from your bedroom closet. If this were any other guy, you would’ve kicked him out ages ago. So, why him?

 It ends up taking you a good thirty minutes to mop the vomit up off your bathroom floor. It probably should have taken less time, but both your comfort level and morale were low at this time of night. Tommy didn’t really say much for the duration of the cleaning process, apart from the occasional muttered apology followed by an immediate retch into the toilet bowl.   

 Finally finished, you toss the contaminated towel into black garbage bag to be dealt with in the morning. In the kitchen, you scrub your hands raw under the tap and end up getting Tommy a glass of water while you’re there. If you were being honest, he definitely deserves to be hungover in the morning after such a fucking mess. However, you didn’t have the heart to let him dehydrate after all the puking he just did in front of you. You consider the possibility that his humiliation could be enough retribution for his crimes against your sanity.

 You give the door frame a gentle knock before stepping into the small bathroom. The mustard yellow wallpaper gives the room a sickly feeling, and you aren’t sure you’ll ever be able to envision it as a place of cleanliness ever again. Tommy is still resting on the edge of the bathtub, head placed firmly in his hands.

 “Hey there, drummer boy. How ya feeling?” Tommy perks up at the sound of your voice, suddenly sitting up much straighter. His hair is sticking up in all the places where his hands were laced through it, and dark circles were starting to form under his eyes. Despite all odds, he still looks more than happy to see you.

 “There’s my favorite neighbor!” Tommy slowly wobbles to his feet and approaches you, seeming to a little more sober but a lot less energetic.

 “You’re only saying that because I’ve been cleaning up your bodily fluids all night,” rolling your eyes playfully, you hold the glass of water out to him.

 Tommy quickly obliges, downing the water like a castaway in the desert. You start to laugh, unsure if you’re punch-drunk from the lack of sleep or slowly losing your mind. Regardless, something in your mind has decided that the sight of Tommy’s adam’s apple bobbing up and down at a rapid speed is utterly hilarious.

 Setting the glass down on the counter, Tommy quirks an eyebrow at you. “What’s so funny, huh?”

 “Nothing,” you reply, still stifling giggles, “it’s just that today has to have been the weirdest fucking first day in L.A. that I could have ever imagined.”

 Tommy only grins back. “Would you believe me if I told you it could only get weirder from here?”

 “Actually, coming from you? Yeah I think I could believe it.”

 Absentmindedly, you glance back into the living room, the clock on the wall catching your eye. Your eyes widen at the realization that it’s already three in the morning. Time certainly flies by when you decide to assume the role of babysitter for your drunken neighbor.

 “Jesus, Tommy. It sure is getting late. Shouldn’t you be heading back?”

 As if on cue, you can hear the piercing sound of police sirens wailing just outside your apartment window. You and Tommy share a brief look before racing over to the bedroom window to see what in the hell is going on. Outside your apartment, the both of you can see two squad cars parked out front while four officers start racing up the steps. You were just about to ask Tommy if he had any idea what could be happening, went you felt a deep thud vibrate beneath your feet. Either the party downstairs had kicked up a notch, or something was wrong.

 “Aw shit,” Tommy immediately starts heading towards the front door at an extremely uncoordinated pace. With the amount of puking and bleeding he had done in one night, it was a wonder he even felt like walking at all. It’s obvious to you that maybe nights like this aren’t all the uncommon for Tommy. 

 “Wait, what the fuck is going on down there?” You gesture to Tommy’s apartment beneath your feet, waiting expectantly for him to elaborate. 

 “The party must’ve got busted again. I can’t leave my band alone down there with the cops, man.”

 “No offense, Tommy, but don’t be stupid,” you scoff, “they’re going to take one look at you and arrest you immediately. The least we can hope for is that your bandmates haven’t given them any reason to come inside.”

 Tommy steps away from the door and flops onto your scruffy old couch, looking conflicted. You never thought your couch was that small, but watching Tommy’s feet dangle over the opposite end makes you feel otherwise. “Well what should I do, then?”

 You could stay here, you think and mentally kick yourself. You stare up at the ceiling, hoping for some reason that you might be able to find the answer to your–no, Tommy’s–predicament there but...no such luck.

 “Well…” you sign, the weariness in your voice is evident despite your efforts to mask it with a smile. “I guess you could crash on my couch, if you really want to.”

 Tommy sits back up, swinging his long legs around to the floor. “Y/N, you’ve done more than enough. It’s cool, man. I’ll just wait outside until the cops get bored. They usually do when they realize the door is nailed shut.”  At Tommy’s mention of the door to his band’s apartment being nailed shut, you recall the smaller man with the scowling face crawling out of the window to clean up the balcony. You remember the image being jarring at the time, but now everything was beginning to make a weird amount of sense.

 “Nailed shut–wait, is that why that little guy was going through the broken window to get to the balcony? You know, the one with the...stare.”

 Tommy bursts out laughing, “Oh yeah! That’s Mick. He’s a weird little man, but he can shred on the guitar. It’s probably on the account that he’s an alien from outer space, or somethin’.” 

 Tommy stands again, this time more confident in his movements. “Everyone goes through the window on account of the cops always busting the door down. And it looks like I’ve got a while before I’m going to crawl through it again tonight.” He gestures to the blue lights flashing from the bedroom window. Although the commotion outside seems to have quieted down significantly, it appears that the police are still camping outside for good measure.

 “Tommy it’s totally fine if you wanna stay. It’s not like I’m getting that much sleep tonight anyways.” To your surprise, you really mean what you’re saying. Sure, you were absolutely knackered from a full day of moving and a night of playing both nurse and babysitter, but the damage had already been done.

 “Sorry again for all that,” he cringes sheepishly. Surprisingly, Tommy isn’t immediately refusing your offer this time. “Don’t be silly, Y/N, there’s no chance in hell I’m going to fit on that couch anyways.”

 “Since when is a cramped couch better than curling up on the bench in a holding cell?” You both know that the chance of Tommy getting bagged by the cops outweighs the possibility of him having a peaceful night waiting outside.

 Tommy runs a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “Alright, you got me there.”

 “Sleep wherever you want, drummer boy, but the bed is still mine.” You turn away with a wry smile, exiting the living room to grab some pajamas from your closet. Deciding on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a cropped t-shirt, you head to the bathroom to change and wash the day’s events from your face and hands.

 As you brush your teeth, you continue to wonder what it is about Tommy that makes you so willing to put up with his antics. You try to consider what your friends, or even your family, back home would say about the whole situation. In your head, you can almost hear the voice of your best friend berating you for letting someone you just met stay in your apartment for the night–no matter the circumstances.

 But then you think back to Tommy approaching you with his bleeding hand, asking you to handle his injury because he couldn’t stomach the sight of it. Most guys you had known in your life weren’t like that; so willing to give help, yet also willing to admit when they need it most. There’s something about that quality in Tommy that makes you trust him a little more than you probably should. Shrugging, you spit foamy toothpaste into the sink and rub your face. Sure, you may have decided you trust Tommy’s motives thus far, but you definitely couldn’t trust his judgment after he decorated your evening with blood and puke.

 Stepping out of the bathroom, you look out into the living room to find the lights switched off and Tommy nowhere in sight. On a whim, you decide to tiptoe to your bedroom where the light was still on. Pushing open the door, you’re shocked to find Tommy lying on the floor next to your mattress, eyes fixed upward at a spot on the ceiling.

 You clear your throat poignantly, causing Tommy’s head to jerk upwards. “Um, what the fuck are you doing on my floor?”

 To your frustration, Tommy is all smiles as always. “Well, you said I could sleep anywhere as long as you kept your bed.”  

 You massage your temples, realizing that you did, in fact, say exactly that. “Okay, fair enough. But, I’ve gotta ask...why my bedroom floor exactly?”

 Tommy props himself up on his elbows, smirking like the two of you are sharing an inside joke. “Well, I figured the guys have noticed I’m not at the party anymore, so at least I can tell them I spent the night sleeping next to a girl.”

 You grab one of the pillows off of your bed and pelt it at Tommy, unable to hide your amusement at the mental gymnastics he went through to justify his behavior. “You are absolutely unbelievable.”  

 You switch off the light, deciding you are too tired to protest any longer. A weird mix of moonlight and flashing blue spills through the curtainless window, illuminating Tommy’s figure resting beneath it. You notice that he’s tightly clutching the pillow you’d tossed at him rather than placing it under his head, giving you the sneaking suspicion that he’s probably a cuddler in his sleep.

 Trying to relax, you turn to face the wall, curling tightly in your quilted duvet. You are unable to tell if you’re exhausted or if the place is growing on you, but you’re surprised to find your apartment is actually becoming rather cozy. You are just about to drift off to sleep when your restfulness is interrupted by Tommy’s voice.

 “Hey,” his voice is barely a gravely whisper in the darkness, it’s so low that you almost don’t hear him at first. “Psst, Y/N.” Tommy tries again, a little louder this time. 

 “What is it, Tommy?” You roll over to face your body in his direction. The police lights had disappeared since you had last closed your eyes, and you’re having a difficult time making him out with in the darkness with just the moonlight.

 There’s a long beat of silence before he answers again, almost making you believe he had fallen asleep. “I meant what I said earlier,” he finally says, his voice still soft. “You really are beautiful.”

 Amazed that he remembered what he had said when he was wasted earlier, you are unable to contain the smile on your lips. Luckily, it’s most likely too dark for Tommy to notice. 

 “Oh yeah?” you reply, “Well I meant what I said too.”

 “What was that?” Tommy asks.

 “That you’re unbelievable.”

 Tommy’s faint laughter is the last thing you hear before drifting off once more, your mind falling away into fuzziness.

 You wake up with the California sunshine in your eyes, the entire bedroom bathed with golden light. Considering how hard you had slept, you assume it must be late in the afternoon, but the digital clock on your dresser claims it’s only 10:37am. Feeling groggy and a little out of place, you glance over to the floor at your bedside. You’re a little disheartened to find that Tommy has already gone, but figure he was probably anxious to see what had happened to his bandmates last night.

 Rather than over analyzing the events from yesterday, you opt to put on a pot of coffee and jump in the shower instead. You turn on your old radio, the sound reminding you that it was really about time to thrift around for a new stereo. As The Doors crackle brokenly over the radio static, you let your shower rinse away the events of the past day (and early morning). Memories of saying goodbye to your family, packing, the overnight drive, unpacking–everything seems to fade away among the steam.

 Well, everything except meeting Tommy.

 Getting out of the shower, you’re feeling far too lazy to bother with drying and fixing your hair. It was pushed back out of your face for so long yesterday that you reckon you can get away with it being a little unruly. Grabbing a cup of coffee along the way, you end up rummaging through your dresser, sifting your way through garments of mesh, leather, lace, and the occasional polyester.

 While you are definitely no stranger to the sunshine, this Los Angeles heat seems like something else entirely. Everything you own feels like way too much fabric. With a nostalgic sigh, you pluck a shredded, leopard print tank top out of the back of your drawer. You laugh softly to yourself as you trace your fingers over all the safety pins you had stuck through the collar to pull together all the rips and tears. Despite the top being an artifact of your high school punk days, you determine you could find some way to make it modern.

 Taking a look in the bathroom mirror, you trace the purple circles under your eyes that reflect your sleepless night. With another sip of coffee, you conclude that a bit of makeup couldn’t hurt. You would never be willing to admit it, but putting on makeup was the best part of your morning routine. It’s not necessarily because you feel like you need it all of the time, but something about the ritual of it all seems special.

 When you did your makeup, you always felt inspired by your mom’s old photos from the 60s. There was something about the bright colors and geometric shapes that really made you feel closer to home whenever you were far away. Now, feeling further away than ever, you set to work on your face.

 As you’re using all of your concentration to paint on a small cat eye, a loud knock on the door causes you to leap in surprise. To your relief, your hand hadn’t jerked hard enough at your sudden movement to mess up any of your efforts. Tossing the pencil on your bathroom counter, you reluctantly go to see who it is.  

 Pulling the door open, you are amused to discover that Tommy has returned yet again, this time looking far more put together than when you last saw each other. Out of curiosity, you look for his bandaged hand to see that it’s clutching a flat, white box.

 “Hey neighbor! It looks like you finally got some beauty sleep after all,” he walks past you, entering your apartment as if he lives there. It would seem that causing harm to himself, showing up unannounced, and walking into places uninvited are just a few minor things on a long list of Tommy’s bad habits.

 “Yeah, and no thanks to you,” you tease, as you shut the door behind him.

 Taking a seat at the dining table, Tommy sets the box down in front of him. “You can be real mean, sometimes, you know that? Besides, I felt bad so I brought a gift.” He then opens the box to reveal a dozen assorted donuts, each of which glistening with some kind of glaze or frosting.

 “Aw, Tommy. You didn’t have to get me those.” Honestly, you hadn’t expected to come by and try to apologize again, let alone attempt to make up for it.

 Tommy kicks his feet up onto the table, leaning back in his chair like an unruly schoolboy. “Actually yeah I did, Mick said so and he’s usually right about most things–but I also really wanted to. I just didn’t know how, so I asked Mick.”

 God he is such a fucking mess, you think, unable to suppress how entertaining you find the idea of Tommy asking his grumpy guitar-player for help.

 “I’m starting to think Mick might be onto something, you should listen to him more often.” You moved to get your coffee cup from your bedroom, knowing that you were going to need a whole lot more if you were going to put up with Tommy today.

 “While you’re here, do you at least want some coffee?” you inquire as you make your way back towards the kitchen.

 Tommy scrunches his face up in disgust, “Thanks, dude, but I really can’t stand the stuff. Had it once and it didn’t really do much for me.”

 You’re utterly amazed that Tommy has the amount of energy he does without drinking caffeine. “Suit yourself then.”

 With a hot mug in hand, you seat yourself across from Tommy. As you start to reach for one of the glazed donuts, you realize that Tommy has stopped reclining backward in his chair. Looking up to see what the matter is, you find his brow furrowed in concentration, looking at you as if you were a riddle he couldn’t quite figure out. “Tommy, what are you–?”

 “Y/N, are you wearing makeup? Because it looks fucking rad, dude!”

 Perplexed by such an enthusiastic outburst, it takes you a moment to answer. “Well yeah, I am. Thanks for noticing.”

 “Wait, would you ever, like, maybe consider doing other people’s makeup? Like as a job?” Tommy’s now leaning in toward you, chin resting thoughtfully in his hands.

 You take a bite of your donut and consider his question. Sure, makeup is something you enjoyed but you’d never consider doing it seriously. You think back to a few Halloweens and theatre productions back home where your friends asked for your help, but that certainly didn’t qualify you to do makeup professionally.

 “Honestly, Tommy, not really. It’s mostly just for fun,” you shrug, setting the other half of your donut back in the box.  

 “My band Mötley Crüe has kind of made makeup part of their thing, but I’m still not really that great at it yet,” Tommy admits as he picks absentmindedly at the sleeve of his leather jacket. “Would you ever be willing to, like, teach me sometime?”

 “Trust me,” you say, pointing to your face, “this is not how you want to look if you’re in a rock band.”

 “Oh come on, Y/N, who wouldn’t want to look like that.” Tommy flashes you a cheeky smile, causing the a blush to creep up to the apples of your cheeks.

 You toy with the idea of teaching Tommy the little bit of cosmetic knowledge you have, finding that you don’t hate the concept as much as you originally thought. “Well, when’s your next gig?”

 “This coming Friday,” Tommy answers eagerly, “I was thinking that you could do my makeup for the Friday show, and then for Saturday’s I could try to recreate it or something.”

 Considering that it’s already Monday, you decide that the idea of having four Tommy-free days is rather appealing. Even though you find him to be a cute mess of a person, you know you could really use the alone time to adjust. Who knows? Maybe agreeing to see him on Friday could do exactly that.

 “Alright, fine,” you relent, “Friday it is, then.”

Part 3

Masterlist

[chaoticneutralwriter]

Unorthodox

You can’t tell whether you’re fortunate or not to have a guardian demon who thinks it’s funny to go around looking like your idol crush BTS’ Park Jimin.

Writing Prompt; Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective.

guardiandemon!Jimin x reader

genre: fluff, a little light, a little anxiety inducing though given what will happen, minor mentions of death and blood but nothing too graphic

word count: 3.7k

Related works: Genuine | 3AM Demon | The Grinch Who Stole New Year | Distance and The Heart

A/N: I thought this prompt was so good for Halloween but....late to the party again.... LOLL Also this is a bit of a mental gymnastic but don’t think too hard on it. Also, BST!Jimin is forever the look™ and I’m still not over it.

“Oh my God Jess that’s so bad!” You laugh as your friend finishes her story. The rest of your group laughs along with you, sharing their own off handed comments on the whole situation she was put in. Eventually, you had to quiet down and reel them back as you had caught stares and looks from the other patrons in the cafe you were all in.

 It’s a Saturday afternoon and granted the place was busier than usual, you still managed to be the loudest bunch, getting a little too carried away with the volume of your voices. You shoot any lingering miffed gazes an apologetic smile as does some of your friends who noticed, but you can’t help yourself. It’s been so long since you’ve all got together to just hang out, everyone so caught up in their lives that time had become a luxury and any free schedules overlapping becoming as rare as a blue moon.

 So it’s times like these that you cherish, seeing everyone after so long of just the occasional instant messaging that your worries seem to fade. Eventually, your group has decided that perhaps your rambunctious energy needed to be taken elsewhere lest you wanted to disturb the people again. Seeing as how the weather outside is lovely, you all head out to do some city strolling.

 You all chatter amicably with each other, bouncing from one conversation to another. Your group makes it to a park, unanimously settling down under a tree.

 “Did you see BTS’ new song MV?” gasps one of your friends and you return her enthusiasm, eyes alight.

 “Yes! The song was so good! And how they look?!” You pause to inhale, heart palpitating at the memory of the video you watched earlier before meeting up. It was such a good way to start off your day that, as you left your house, you felt nothing could possibly ruin it.

 Or so you thought.

 Amongst the excited conversation, your gaze wanders, taking in your surroundings. It’s no surprise that you see many people walking about and relaxing or having fun in their own way and for a moment, nothing seems out of place until your eyes land on an all too familiar face. You pale, feeling your blood run cold despite the heat of the afternoon sun at the figure lounging just too casually for your taste on the bench with a vantage point straight at you.

 Even from the distance, you see his lips quirk up into a smirk, eyes crinkling in the slightest and you just know that he’s been watching you way before you had even spotted him. You hate this feeling, this sensation of breaking out into a cold sweat when such a face, under any other circumstance, would have brought you a whole slew of other emotions except absolute dread. And you hate him all the more for it.

 “Y/N? Hey, you don’t look so good. You okay?” You hear your friend call but to you, it sounded so far away from the blood rushing through your ears.

 “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I just— I-I think I’m gonna go use the washroom real quick.” You manage to stutter, shooting a shaky smile their way before shooting up to your feet and walking off, not giving them a chance to squeeze in another word.

 You walk the distance heading towards to the washroom but after making sure you’re far enough from your friends’ line of sight, you divert. You circle around to make your way back to the bench you saw him in, only to see that it’s devoid of the occupant you’re looking for. Your mouth gapes in confusion as you scan your immediate area but failing to find the dark cladded figure.

 “Looking for me?” His husky tone breathes so close to your ear that it has you jumping. You whip around to find unmistakable dark eyes gleaming back at you with amusement and mischief.

 “God!” You gasp, nerves still rattled by his sudden appearance. He grimaces a little at the name you called out but you could hardly care, the initial dread transforming into annoyance. “What do you think you’re doing here?!”

 “I don’t think you know how this works, darling.” He replies back coolly, hands stuffed into the pockets of his well-pressed trousers as he leans his weight on one hip.

 “I don’t think you know how this works.” You hiss back, brazenly pointing an accusatory finger at the taller male, your eyes darting about quickly to make sure as few people witness this exchange as possible. He goes to open his mouth but you grab a hold of his wrist to pull him behind a large oak tree. He peers at you in disdain, finding your actions over the top and no doubt unnecessary but he lets it slide; he never understood humans and you’re the weirdest one he’s encountered.

 “You can’t just go around so casually looking like…. that! “ You continue, wildly gesturing to his person.

 “I’m sorry if my taste in clothes are far superior for your small human mind to comprehend.”

 “Not what I mean.” You say through gritted teeth, refraining from outright knocking him over the head (he’d probably end up burning you to a crisp, contract be damned). “I meant looking like a Korean idol that the whole world knows! You’ll be spotted!”  

 “And here I thought you’d be rather pleased that I look like this.” He replies in mock exasperation, running a hand through lush silvery locks as if to further emphasize his point. You find yourself holding your breath, cursing at the butterflies unintentionally fluttering in your stomach. You forcefully remind yourself that no, this is not the person who you think it is despite looking exactly like him. 

 In fact, he wasn’t even a person to begin with.

 “If this isn’t what you wanted, would you rather I go for something…. more natural?” The ruby lustre taking over his eyes as well as his sudden drop in tone startles you into action. You nearly tackle him to prevent any sorts of supernatural events from happening in such an open, public space.

 “No! No, no stop! Not what I meant either!” Your hands grip at his arms, heart thrumming a little in panic at his small threat. He smirks triumphantly at you, causing you to narrow your eyes in a glare before releasing your hold on him in a huff. You never realized dealing with a demon could be such a headache. Rubbing at your temples, you exhale through your nose.

 “Just— Can you not follow me around? Or like, not be so out in the open about it? Again, you literally look like a Korean idol…. that actually exists.”

 “So?”

 So?! You think incredulously. You reel yourself in before you explode again. “So…” You reiterate with much effort, “You’re technically famous— a celebrity. Which means people will lose their minds if they see you and on top of that, if photos of you gets out on the internet, your cover is going to be blown because how can anyone explain why Park fricken Jimin of BTS is here, in North America, when he’s also half way across the world in South Korea?!”

 You’re practically whisper screeching from working yourself up, all the while the carbon copy of one Park Jimin (only that he’s not) watches you with mild interest, looking as impeccable as a marble statue. You stop your tirade to pin him with another seething glare and all he does is quirk his lips. To your astonishment, he throws his head back to let out a bark of laughter. If it was actually Park Jimin, you would’ve swooned and keened at the sight but it makes you glance around nervously to see if it has drawn any attention, thankfully no one seems to notice and was stilling milling about, minding their own business.

 He comes down from his spiel, having the gall to wipe at his eyes too.

 “Oh my sweet cherub,” He breathes and you frown at the pet name, “You actually thought I would waltz around to parade this beautiful face for all to see?”

 You give him a pointed look, one that clearly says, ‘Yes you would, knowing you’. He kisses his teeth; hands on either side of his hips and you’re ready for an incoming sassing.

 “What I’m saying is that you’re more stupid than you look and it offends me that you would think I would be stupid enough to do that. Of course I’m aware.” He huffs indignantly. “Which is why, for your information, demons have cloaking spells; which means you might be able to see me but anyone else won’t.” He then peers down at you like he was explaining something to a child. “Happy?”

 “Could’ve told me sooner.” You snap back in defense, like how were you supposed to know any of that beforehand? Not like he gave you a Demon 101 booklet when you first met.

 “Yeah, but I thought it would be funnier to make you look crazy for talking to thin air.” He sniggers back. At that, you whip your gaze around again, immediately landing on a couple and a family watching you warily from a distant. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment, thoughts running a mile a minute, wondering just how long he actually had this cloaking spell on and was just messing with you.

 Your gaze flits back around, ready to give him a piece of your own hell, only to find empty space. You swear you could physically feel your blood pressure rising and perhaps, to your twisted delight, you would die before having to experience the full extent of what it means to have a demon as your metaphorical guardian angel.

 —

 The day goes on with not seeing so much as a hair from the demon with an angel’s face. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing that. You’d spent the rest of the day hanging out with your friends, eventually grabbing dinner together and by the time you’d all said your goodbyes, the sun has long gone down.

 You swiftly make your way down the streets to the nearest subway station, figuring it be much cheaper and faster considering Ubers were much harder to grab on the weekends and in a busy downtown area. Also, the ride wouldn’t be that long anyways.

 Besides, you’re only worry at hand is actually getting to a station; they were practically at least two blocks apart and the chill the night air brings does nothing to settle your growing nerves. Downtown was lovely during the day but at night it’s like all of the shadier things make themselves known. You’re on edge, eyes darting around every so often to be aware of your surroundings as you pick up your pace. 

 Vaguely you hear a man’s gruff voice call out to you but you determinedly ignore it, catching sight of the station’s sign just ahead of you. You make your way down the stairs, heart starting to beat a little erratically as you press your metro pass to the gate and slide through. Once you’ve descended the second flight of stairs leading to the tracks, your nerves starts to settle down.

 The train hadn’t arrived yet, a quick glance up at the monitor informed you that it would be in five minutes, leaving you with no choice but to wait. You heave a breath to yourself, taking out your phone to plug your headphones in. Taking a quick glance around, you find that you’re probably one of three people in the tunnel; a man sitting hunched over on one of the benches looking a little worse for wear and an older lady way down the other end from where you were.

 You think nothing much after, and before you know it the train is pulling up on the tracks. You shuffle in, easily finding a seat given the lack of passengers in your car. Another sigh; you’re halfway to getting home and so far, there’s no hiccups. You relax at the notion, settling into your seat as the train takes off and you wait again until your stop arrives.

 It was about two stops away that things start going south. It starts when the compartment door to your cart slides open, startling you to look up and see the man at the station before you boarded. You duck your head down, not wanting to draw any attention and hoping that he’s just passing through. Luck wasn’t on your side however, as he stumbles and then takes a seat right across from you, the scent wafting from him nearly makes you choke.

 You’re determined to fixate your gaze on your phone, pretending to be scrolling through the same apps you have open, but even then you could feel his heavy gaze on you.

 Please, please hurry up! 

 You steal a quick glance anxiously at the map above you, a small LED light indicating which stop you’ve just left and how far away yours is. It’s then that you hear a gruff voice call out through your headphones. Still, you pretend you didn’t hear and it worked until his voice grew to a volume that it startles you. Nervously, your eyes flit to meet the man and warily take out an earbud.

 “Fuckin’ kids goin’ deaf.” You hear him say under his breath before he roughly grunts, “Got any change on you?”

 You shake your head, quietly replying, “No, I don’t. Sorry.” And you silently prayed that would be the end of that but before you can put your earbud back in, the man speaks again.

 “Where’re you goin’ so late huh?”

 “Just— home. Excuse me.” You keep your answer clipped, shooting up from your seat with the decision to get off this cart at the upcoming station and try to get back on in one where there were other people on. The station the train pulls up is one short from your actual stop but you don’t think you can handle being in the same cart alone with this man, even if it’s just for one more station. You get off, trying to keep yourself from trembling to be as subtle as possible. You’re best bet was that you a) get on a cart that has people or b) he won’t follow you at all and you can possibly catch the next train.

 Unfortunately, neither one happens because out of your peripheral you see his looming figure exit the cart, walking down your way. You pick up your pace, heading more to towards the front of the train but the chimes signaling the doors are about to close catches your attention and you gasp. You bolt into the closest cart and hope that you were much quicker than the man.

 Heart racing, you glance around, finding an empty cart. You’re not sure whether that’s a good sign or not but you’ll take it.

 Just one more stop.

 You chant it like a mantra, too antsy to take a seat now as your mind had taken precautions that if you see any signs of the man again, you would head through the compartment leading to other carts.

 Your station name rings over the PA and you almost jump in joy. As soon as the doors slides open, you’re out of there. You make quick work of the steps, leading up from the tracks and then exiting the station. The orange tinge of the streetlights offer little comfort to you as the prospect of having to clear one more block before getting to your house looms at the forefront of your thoughts.

 You steel yourself and walk at a faster pace than usual, head down and clutching your bag in a vice grip. You round the corner of the convenient store, a checkpoint. You’re nearly there.

 “Hey, girlie.”

 You spoke too soon, so hyper focused on just getting home that you miss out on a group of guys hanging around off the side of the store (doing God knows what). Your strides, though fast, were not long enough to outpace the figure coming up beside you.

 “Where you going so late?”

 You shrink away from him, trembling as you try to maintain as much distance as you can without having to put yourself out on the road. You think, quite frustratingly, why do they not have anything better to do as you stubbornly ignore his advances, and very close to straight up running. 

 “Shouldn’t be out here on your own like this.” You catch the sentence too close for comfort and that was the final straw to push you into a run. You don’t get far however, as a large hand roughly grasps you by the elbow, jerking you off balance.

 “Hey! I’m talking to you. It’s rude to ignore someone who’s—“

 “Don’t touch me!” You shout, voice bordering hysteria. You rip yourself from the man’s hold with as much force as you can and it causes you to stumble a little. For the first time, you catch sight of three figures, the one speaking being closer to you compared to what you assume are his friends, trailing not too far behind but you don’t care to put a face to your harasser.

 “What the fuck! Why you gotta be such a bitch for?!” The hand makes a grab for you and snags your bag. The force this time gives you a whiplash, shoulder pulled painfully and you whimper, feeling tremors go through your body uncontrollably now with tears threatening to overtake your sight.

 Your mind flies into a panicked state, seconds away from abandoning your  bag altogether and just making a run for it when the street lamps overhead flickers. All at once, they go out along with any light source within the area because suddenly everything is so dark.

 It all happened so fast.

 The weight is lifted off of you, a chill settling over and then you hear an ear-piercing shriek. You can’t tell if it’s your own or something else as a cacophony of noises fill your ears.

 Indecipherable shouting.

 Scraping.

 Crunching.

 Gurgling.

 Disembody voices.

 And then silence.

 It felt like you had been trapped in a whirlwind, shaking violently from the aftermath of it and so disoriented you hadn’t realized you’ve curled in on yourself with eyes shut tight until a soft voice coaxes at you.

 “Y/N….” 

 It’s familiar, you’ve heard the lilt many times before and it so easily calms your hyperventilating. Despite the comfort it brings however, the strangeness of hearing such a voice so close to you creeps back in. A warm hand brushes against your own held to your ears and though the touch is gentle, you still flinch. The hand retracts momentarily before the voice speaks to you again.

 “Y/N…deep breaths and look at me, Y/N.” It’s a soft command and you do as you’re told, breathing in deeply and exhaling a couple of times before finally peeling your eyes open.

 Your vision is slightly blurred from unshed tears, but you make out his handsome, young face and silvery locks in the orange dim of streetlights. His deep ruby eyes bore into yours steadily, expression stoic if only for his gaze to betray the concern reflecting in them. He blinks and they’re back to being a deep brown.

 “That’s my girl.” He praises with a small smirk, voice no louder than a murmur as his hand engulfs yours in a warm hold. An overwhelming urge to be close to him takes over, as if your body and mind is crying with relief at the sight of a safe haven and before you can think straight, you rush forward, collapsing into him with hands feebly finding purchase on his black button down shirt. 

 “Jimin….” You croak out, care and logic thrown out the window because you so desperately need something to anchor you down right now and his was a face that your mind knew could do you no harm, like it was second nature. He doesn’t seem to mind; gathering you in his arms all the same and gently cradles you.

 “Easy now…shhh easy.” You hear him coo as you bury your face into his neck until your senses flood with his scent; a surprising combination of lavender, vanilla and spices. His hands rub soothing circles around your back until the shaky breaths you exhale return to normal. 

 He helps you to stand slowly, minding the small tremors that erupt every so often from you and the way he’s treating you like he’s handling delicate glass is so unlike how he normally is that it makes you want to double-take.

 “Are you hurt?” He pulls away from you slightly if only for that moment to ask, though he takes the liberty to look you over himself anyways without waiting for your reply. You shake your head no, voice still feeling as if it’s stuck in your throat. As he’s wiping away a stray tear, you bring your gaze to take a good look at him, eyes drawing up to take in his full height. His silvery coiffed hair is still immaculate as ever and his face is picture perfect, flawless except….

 You reach up in spite of your shaky hands to decipher what it is that marred his otherwise porcelain complexion when he stops you. He gently guides your hand away before reaching up with his own to swipe at his cheek. Your Jimin doppelganger tsked at the sight, indifferently wiping his soiled fingers onto his shirt.

 “Nothing for you to worry about, darling.” He says, smiling at you so angelically. You blink, perplexed until slowly, your mind starts to catch up with the events that transpired.

 “W-Where—?” You make to turn your head around, looking for your assailant but again, he stops you by taking a hold of your chin and directing it back to him.

 “Ah, ah, eyes on me sweetheart. Like I said, there’s nothing to worry about anymore. You’re safe.” 

 “But—“

 “Shh... Sleep.” His hand gently cups your cheek and with his whispered words, your mind is overcome with a sudden haze and your eyelids droop shut.

 He catches you mid-fall, scooping you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing more than a feather. He kisses his teeth again, annoyance rolling off of him in waves as his eyes narrow down on his also soiled shoes.

 Whatever.

 At least you didn’t notice that.

 Nor the streaks of blood leading to the dumpster.

[superfreakerz]

TDDUP 9

Okay, so I accidentally titled the last chapter as chapter 9 but that was actually 8. This one is 9! Sorry!

"Til Death Do Us Part"

Rated M for smut and heavy themes.

Reincarnation/Immortal AU.

Summary: There are immortals and there are those who reincarnate, but it's best to keep these things hidden. Lucy is attending college and meets Natsu, a mischievous boy with pink hair, a devilish grin, and a body that never ages.

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Chapter 9

Cutting Class

"I'm mad at you."

Natsu quirked a brow, a small, curious frown resting on his face. He had just woken up and checked his phone as if it was the morning newspaper- which he doubted anybody actually read- when he saw the new text, surprised to find Lucy's name appear on his screen. During his sleep, he had forgotten that he gave her his number.

"Whatcha mad about?" Natsu typed back. He couldn't remember doing anything bad.

Seeing as how Lucy's text was sent almost half an hour ago and that she should be in her creative writing class, the boy didn't expect to get a reply. So, he started getting ready for math. He could ask what she was mad about then.

Still, waiting caused his nerves to be a jumbled mess. He didn't want Lucy to be mad, especially with him.

Glancing towards the other half of the room, Natsu noticed that Gray still wasn't back, which meant he was probably going to get ready with Juvia. He had no clue how Cana could put up with that. There had been times when he came back to his room, only to hear loud clapping noises coming from inside his room, along with Juvia's breathy moans. Knowing what it meant, he turned and ran the opposite direction every time.

Sex wasn't something that appealed Natsu. Sure, he had woken up with his body aroused before, to which he would give in to his body's demands, but he never had a strong desire for it. He never pictured a specific girl as he jerked himself, only the shape of a woman.

As his body naturally woke up hard, Natsu headed towards the shower, turning it on to a mild temperature before removing his clothes. Stepping inside, he wrapped his hand around his length and began to pump, closing his eyes and trying to imagine the faceless woman he often pictured.

Only this time she had a face.

Along with golden hair, big brown eyes, and pink plump lips.

It was Lucy.

Natsu's breaths grew shaky as he felt himself close to release. He pictured Lucy in only red, lacy underwear, on top of him and giving him a lustful stare as she kissed downwards to his-

White liquid spurted out as his body shook with pleasure. He continued to pump for a few more seconds before leaning against the wet, tile walls, the water washing over him. Natsu was surprised that Lucy had infiltrated his thoughts and was even more surprised at how he welcomed her.

"This is gonna be the death of me."

Once Natsu finished getting dressed, he left the bathroom, steam following in his wake. Gray was finally back, grabbing his backpack.

"You finally ready to go?" Gray asked, slinging one of the straps over his shoulder.

"Been waiting on you, Ice Princess," Natsu answered.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm not used to going to class early. You're the one that all of the sudden wants to get there ten minutes before class starts."

"Shut up, stripper."

Gray smirked. "And I know why, too. It's because you wanna see Lucy, isn't it?"

Natsu turned red in the face, glaring at his frenemy. "Is not!"

"Whatever you say, Flame Brain. You've got it bad for her!"

"I do not!"

"Do too! It's so obvious, everyone sees it! Natsu Dragneel finally has a crush on a girl!"

The pink-haired boy growled, leaping towards Gray and tackling him. A brawl erupted between the two, both of them throwing merciless punches and kicks all the while shouting out lame insults. By the time they were finished, Natsu had a black eye and Gray's lip was busted.

Begrudgingly, the two started to walk to school together. Their walks usually consisted of fights and petty comments, but this time they walked in silence. Natsu's head was too wrapped around a certain blonde to be fighting with Gray.

Reaching the classroom, they made their way to their seats. Lucy wasn't there yet, which wasn't a surprise.

As much as Natsu absolutely hated to admit, Gray was right for once in his life. The only reason they started coming to class earlier wasn't just because their professor was a terrifying demon, it was really because he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Lucy.

Speaking of whom, just walked in the door.

"Lucy!" Natsu greeted, waving her down and flashing her a bright grin.

The blonde's lips twitched upwards into a smile, but she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him, marching to her seat next to him.

"Hey, Gray," she greeted, nodding at the dark-haired boy, who greeted her back. Then she glared at Natsu. "I'm still mad at you."

The boy glared right back at her. "Yeah, about that, I didn't do anything wrong as far as I can remember! What are you mad about?"

"You never texted me last night like you promised!"

"Oho, already exchanged numbers, huh?" Gray teased, smirking at them.

"Shut up, Gray," Lucy replied with a roll of her eyes. She smacked Natsu's arm. "I told you to text me when you got home so that I knew you got there safely! You never texted me and I stayed up, waiting for you! I got worried so I called Levy-chan and thankfully she told me that she saw you go back to Fairy Tail! Which by the way, you guys are always there! When do you guys go home?"

Natsu blinked once, then twice. "Oh shit, I totally forgot about that."

"See! That's why I'm mad at you!"

The boy only laughed, slinging an arm around the pouting girl's shoulder. It was really cute when she pouted. She would puff her cheeks out and glare at him. It was funny, too.

"My bad, my bad!" he replied, poking her cheek with his other hand. "I forgot!"

"Well next time, don't forget! I was worried you got jumped or something!" Lucy replied, frowning at him.

"Me? Get jumped? Lucy, nobody in their right mind would try jumping me. You see these abs?"

Lucy's eyes moved on their own, glancing towards Natsu's perfectly chiseled abs. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips before she shook her head, her face set ablaze.

"Just because you have abs doesn't mean you can beat up anyone!" she said, slapping his arm again.

"It's not just the abs, Luce! I fight people all the time! It's fine!"

"That is not fine. Normal people don't fight people all the time!"

"What do you know about normal? You're the weirdest one here!"

Lucy scoffed, glancing towards Gray. "Tell me I'm not wrong."

The boy only shrugged. "I don't know. You are pretty weird, Lucy."

"What!?"

The two boys snickered at the blonde's expense, to which she started pouting again. Still, she couldn't hold back the smile that ghosted her lips. It was really starting to feel like she had been friends with them her whole life.

It felt normal.

As Aquarius entered the classroom, everyone knew to shut their mouths. Lecture was starting.

Lucy pulled out her journal. Turning her head, she found Natsu grinning at her smugly, knowing that she would want to write and silently teasing her. Opening her journal, she tried to shield it away from his prying eyes with her arm.

Natsu gave an amused smirk. So she wanted to try to hide it, huh? As if that would work on him. Right as Aquarius turned to write on the board, he snatched her journal away at the speed of light, stifling laughter as she quietly gasped and turned to give him a death stare.

Lucy huffed in annoyance and reached for her journal, but Natsu held it out of her reach. She scooched her chair closer to him, but she still couldn't get it back. Curse his long, muscular, toned, tanned arms. Warmth flooded her cheeks, realizing that she was just ogling Natsu's arms. Remembering the task at hand, she scooted even closer to the boy, their chairs right against each other.

Natsu was trying not to explode in laughter, but it was hard seeing Lucy's annoyed face and her futile efforts of getting her journal back.

"Give it back, Natsu!" Lucy whispered, reaching as far as she could.

"Nah," he replied. He kept his eyes on Aquarius, hoping that she wouldn't turn back around.

"Yes!"

Lucy tilted her chair, balancing on its two right legs. With her elongated reach, she was just centimeters away from her journal. She could feel victory just within her reach. With one last push towards Natsu, she finally snatched her journal back.

And her chair fell to the side in the process, Lucy draped over Natsu's lap.

Natsu's face immediately matched his hair and he willed himself not to harden beneath her, but feeling her breasts squished against his thighs, he was going to need a miracle. Making it worse, Lucy's chair fell over with a loud thud. Everyone turned towards them, Aquarius included.

A vein ticked in the professor's forehead and she threw a marker at Natsu's head.

"Out. Both of you," she gritted out.

Lucy was red as a tomato as she lifted herself from Natsu's lap. Avoiding meeting anyone's gaze, she shoved her things in her bag and scurried out of the classroom in sheer mortification. Natsu followed her, but he tried to appear nonchalant about it, as if he wasn't just trying to conceal a boner.

Gray covered his face with a hand, his body shaking as he held in his laughter.

"Idiots."

Once the door closed behind Natsu, Lucy glared at him.

"This is all your fault!" she shouted.

"My fault? What the hell are you talkin' about? You're the one bein' all crazy leaning in your chair and tackling me!" Natsu argued.

"I didn't tackle you, I fell! And I only fell because you stole my journal!"

"Well then maybe you shouldn't try to hide it next time, Luce!"

"Or you could just not try to read my story! Ugh, I can't believe I got kicked out of class!"

Natsu grinned at the girl. "Who cares? Now we can have some real fun! C'mon, Luce!" Grabbing her hand before she could refuse, he dragged her away from the classroom. He had a place in mind that he'd been wanting to go to lately with the rest of his friends, but now he just wanted to spend some alone time with Lucy.

They ran throughout town, Lucy's legs threatening to give out on her. She was about to ask Natsu for a break when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around, and caught her by the arms as she ran into his chest. He had a unique smell, like that of pine trees and a campfire. She didn't know any other boy with that scent, but she found it comforting. It reminded her of her first lifetime, when she used to go camping with her parents.

"We're here!" Natsu exclaimed giddily.

Lucy, forgetting how close she was to the boy, checked her surroundings. There was a large building in front of them, one that she had never seen before- she never really went out, after all. Reading the sign above the building, she arched a brow.

"You want to play laser tag?" she asked.

"Yeah! It'll be fun! Come on!" he replied, grabbing her hand.

Lucy was too stunned to speak, only staring at their joined hands. His hand was warm and calloused. Her writer's brain persisted that their hands fit perfectly together, as if made for each other.

Natsu dealt with paying the cashier, who then led them to a room full of gear. The cashier, a boy that looked around their age with brown hair, stared Lucy up and down.

"Here, I can help you put on the vest," he offered.

A low growl resonated in Natsu's throat as he walked up to them. "No thanks. I'll help her."

The cashier backed away after being given a death stare. Lucy, oblivious to the tension around her as her mind was still warped around holding hands with Natsu, was still as he stood behind her, holding her vest. She could feel his insane body heat. A tingling sensation erupted between her thighs and warmth pooled in the pit of her stomach as he helped her put on her vest.

"What is wrong with me?" she wondered, a blush working its way over her face.

Natsu wasn't fairing any better. Even though the task wasn't intimate, he couldn't help but feel jolts of electricity shoot through his body from the slightest of touches. Once he got the vest on her, his heart was beating a mile a minute as he lifted her hair out from underneath it.

Trying to seem unaffected, Natsu turned to the cashier after helping Lucy. "So? Can we go in now?"

The cashier went over the rules really quickly before letting them enter the room. They took different entrances so that they didn't start off next to each other.

Lucy was excited and also scared as she walked into the dark room. There were neon lights helping guide the way so that she wouldn't trip, which she was grateful for. Scurrying through the room, which had barricades and carnival mirrors, the girl tried to find Natsu and land a hit on him.

All of the sudden, her vest lit up and her gun made a noise. Reading the tiny screen on her gun, she saw that Natsu had shot her.

Glancing around, she tried to pinpoint Natsu's location, but the boy was stealthy, fast, and in it to win it. Lucy ran away from that spot, hoping to lose the boy in the maze of barriers. Tiptoeing through the dark room, she kept her eyes peeled.

A flash of pink went by, and Lucy's vest was lit up again as she was shot.

"That's it!" she cried, chasing after Natsu. She ran, hoping that she wouldn't run into anything or trip. She saw Natsu turn a corner and she continued to follow him. Once she turned the corner, a scream left her mouth as the boy was waiting for her, a wide grin stretched over his face as he shot her.

"You're pretty bad at this, Lucy!" he said.

"Shut up! It's my first time!" she replied, slapping his arm. She could feel his muscles from the touch, and a fire was lit in her stomach again.

Natsu laughed before running off again. Lucy tried to keep up, but the boy was too fast for her. If she couldn't beat him physically, she would have to do so with her smarts.

Lucy knelt down on the floor, holding her knee with one hand and her gun in the other.

"Ow, my leg!" she cried out.

In seconds, she heard Natsu's feet stomping towards her as he ran up to her and crouched. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Lucy shook her head, keeping her face down so that he couldn't see the smirk resting on it. "No. My leg really hurts!"

Natsu reached out towards the girl to help her up when suddenly, she pressed the barrel of her gun against his chest and smiled at him.

"Just kidding," she said, shooting him square in the chest.

Natsu was stunned, watching as Lucy laughed and rose to her feet. Then, she ran away.

The corners of his lips curled upwards into a wide grin. "Oh you're so dead, Lucy!"

Once the timer ended, the two were laughing as they exited the room. Natsu had won by quite a bit, but Lucy did manage to get in a few points of her own, even without tricking him.

"That was fun!" she exclaimed after being led back to the room that held the gear. There were more people there now, all of them being kids. "Can we play again?"

"Yeah! But it won't be just us this time since other people are here now, if that's cool with you," Natsu replied.

"I'm fine with that! Come on! I have to beat you this time now that I've got the hang of it!"

"In your dreams!"

This time, they played in teams, Natsu the leader of one team and Lucy with the other. She was a little embarrassed being an adult playing with a bunch of kids, but she was having too much fun to care. Everything with Natsu was a fun adventure she never wanted to end.

Natsu gathered the kids on his team in a pep circle.

"Alright, Team Dragneel," he said, crouching to be on the same level as the kids. "It's time we go to war and defeat our enemy!" The kids cheered and laughed.

Lucy couldn't help but smile, watching Natsu entertain the kids. She never would've expected him to be good with kids, but he seemed to fit right in. She had to show that she was just as good as him.

"Alright, Team Heartfilia!" she said, smiling at her group. "All that matters is we have fun! But at the same time, let's try to beat that guy over there, okay?" Her team cheered.

Finally, they were released into the room, taking separate entrances again.

Lucy, not wanting to shoot any of the kids on Natsu's team, searched only for the leader himself. When she found him, she lifted her gun and grinned, happy to be behind him and unseen. Creeping towards him, she was surprised when one of the little boys on her team approached him.

"Put your hands up!" the boy shouted, pointing his gun at Natsu.

Natsu feigned shock and did as he was told, getting down on his knees. "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

"You're coming with me!" the kid replied. "I've taken the leader of Team Dragneel!"

With that, all of the kids started screaming and running around trying to either save their leader, or in the case of Lucy's team, trying to keep Natsu away from his team.

Lucy giggled to herself, watching Natsu be led around by a kid not even half of his size. She could make out a smile on his face. He was letting the kid win.

"He really is good with kids," she thought. It was a very cute trait to have, and she could tell that her crush on him was only growing. "This is going to be the death of me."

Once the timer ran out, everyone left the room with happy smiles plastered to their faces. In the end, Lucy's team won, which she continued to rub in Natsu's face.

"You guys fought well," Natsu said to his team. "Next time, we'll win!"

"Aye!" they shouted.

Natsu and Lucy waved goodbye to the children before heading outside of the building. The sun was beginning to set, the sky painted brilliant shades of orange and pink.

"That was really fun," Lucy said, beaming at the boy. "I totally forgot we got kicked out of class for a while!"

"Told you it'd be fun!" Natsu replied. "Maybe we should get kicked out more often!"

"No thank you! Just the one time was plenty enough for me! Starting on Monday, I'm going to try to get on Aquarius' good side."

"I don't think anyone is on that crazy lady's good side. I don't even think she has a good side to begin with."

"Well then I'll be the first!"

Without even voicing where they were going, the two wound up in front of Lucy's apartment. Heading inside, they plopped on the couch, tired from their day of running around.

"What's for dinner, Chef Lucy?" Natsu asked.

Lucy rolled her eyes. "I'm making myself spaghetti, and you're going back to Fairy Tail or your own place to make yourself some dinner." A thought then occurred to her. "Speaking of your own place, I say we go there next time! It's not fair that we're always at my apartment! I want to see yours too!"

Natsu's stomach churned. There was no way he could bring her back to his place considering he lived in the basement of Fairy Tail with the rest of the immortals. He wished Erza and the others were there to help him out of this mess of a situation.

With an awkward chuckle, Natsu said, "Trust me, you don't wanna see my place! It's a mess!"

"Then I'll help you clean it!" Lucy replied, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes at him. "I refuse to be the only one offering their place for hangout sessions! I demand to see your apartment, Natsu Dragneel!"

"You really don't wanna-"

"Yes I do! Tomorrow!"

"But Lucy-!"

"No buts! I am going to your place whether you want me to or not considering you invite yourself over to my place!"

Natsu bit back a frown. He didn't want her thinking that he didn't want her over. He would've loved to bring her to the basement of Fairy Tail and show her his room and introduce her to the rest of the immortals that couldn't leave. But he couldn't.

Still, seeing the stubborn look on her face, Natsu was beginning to think he wasn't going to have a choice.

"O-Okay," he said without thinking. Erza was going to strangle him later.

Immediately, Lucy's face lit up with joy, making him temporarily forget his violent fate.

"Yay! I can't wait to see what your apartment looks like!" she gushed, clasping her hands together. "And it better not be too messy! You really should be taking care of it!"

"Yeah, yeah," Natsu said, rolling his eyes at her nags. He smirked at her. "You already offered you'd help clean, no backing out now."

Lucy would've felt trepidation had she not been excited to finally go to a friend's place. It had been too long since she had done so, and she couldn't help but feel eager.

"I guess I'll make you some spaghetti too," she said.

"I want extra meatballs!"

"Fine, fine. Why don't you look for a movie we can watch while we eat?"

As Lucy started to boil some water, she glanced towards Natsu. He was leaning back on her sofa with his feet on the coffee table and scrolling through Netflix. Even from where she stood, she could see his abs. Heat rushed to her face.

"Natsu and I went to play laser tag, and now we're at my place for dinner and a movie. Is this a date?"

Lucy felt tingly at the thought of being on her first date in lifetimes. Could she consider it a date? Neither of them specified that it was, they were just going with the flow of things after having been kicked out of class. Even if she considered a date, did Natsu?

Seeing him with a carefree, nonchalant grin, she figured he didn't. Which, if she was being honest with herself, put a bit of a damper on her mood. Being friends with Natsu was great, and she didn't want to rush into anything- they hadn't even been friends for a week, after all. But the thought of being on a date with her crush made her happy, and there wasn't anyone else she'd rather go on a date with.

Forcing a smile to her face, Lucy began making the spaghetti. Even if Natsu didn't consider it a date, the girl could indulge herself by telling herself she was on a date with her crush.

"Do you like horror movies?" Natsu asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. He saw that her cheeks were pink, wondering if it was because of the boiling water warming her face up.

"Uhh, I guess so," Lucy answered. "But I do tend to watch them with my fingers covering my eyes."

"Really? Wimp."

"Hey!"

Natsu cackled. "Is there a specific genre you like?"

Lucy flushed and fiddled with her fingers. "Not necessarily…" But Natsu saw straight through her.

"Oh, please! It's obvious there is one! Tell me!"

"You probably wouldn't like it!"

"Who cares? C'mon, tell me, Lucy!"

"I like romcoms!"

"Knew it," Natsu said with a smirk, turning his gaze back towards the TV.

"They're amazing, thank you very much!"

"I never said they weren't!"

"And they are cute!"

"Sure, sure!"

Natsu chuckled to himself, scrolling through the romantic comedy section of Netflix. They all looked really corny, and they definitely weren't his go-to kind of movie, but he would watch anything Lucy wanted.

Finding a movie that was practically the poster of all romcoms- blonde girl dressed in all pink as she held her chihuahua on a leash while her friends and romantic interest stood behind her- Natsu shrugged. At least there would be a dog in this movie.

Lucy brought over two plates of spaghetti, handing one to Natsu, who thanked her with a grin.

"What movie did you choose?" she asked.

Natsu shrugged. "It's called Legally Blonde."

Lucy squealed. "I love this movie so much! Good choice, Natsu! Who knew you had such an eye for awesome movies!"

The two sat next to each other, their thighs touching as the movie started to play. They ate their spaghetti and watched as the heroine got dumped by her boyfriend, studied her ass off with her supportive friends, and made it into one of the most prestigious schools of the country. They laughed together when she landed the outcast a date, were angry together when her boss tried to cop a feel, and cried together as she fought with her friend and left school.

Luckily, the ending worked out for the female lead, and she graduated as valedictorian. Natsu cheered for her, hugging Lucy, who giggled at his antics. For someone who wasn't into romcoms, he sure was loving this one.

"That movie was awesome!" Natsu said, pumping a fist in the air.

"I told you it's good!" Lucy replied. With a victorious grin, she continued, "I figured you thought these kinds of movies were corny."

"Romcoms are corny, Lucy. But this isn't just some romcom! This is so much more! It's about a girl sticking it to all of the people that doubted her! There was barely even any romance."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "You must be dense if you didn't notice all the romance."

"I don't see why everyone says that about me," Natsu replied, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back. "I'm not that dense. I know which girls I find pretty. And I always know who is into who. And for your information, I've had a girlfriend before!"

Lucy's gut churned with what she knew was jealousy. "You have?"

"Yep!" Natsu chuckled lightly. "But it didn't last long or go very far."

"What happened?"

"Ehh, I don't know. She asked me out and I said no at first because I didn't like her like that, and she actually told me that she was okay with working our way up until I got feelings for her, but I wasn't into that. I felt like if I was actually gonna date somebody, I'd want to actually like them. But then Gray and Gajeel kept buggin' me about never having a girlfriend before. So then I just went for it."

"Did you ever develop feelings for her?" Lucy asked, hoping that he would say no.

To her delight, he shook his head. "Nah. That's why I ended it. We never really did anything, and it didn't last long."

Lucy felt a smile creeping up on her face. She was glad that she and Natsu were in the same boat. It made her feel less embarrassed about not having any experience.

Natsu glanced at her, staring at her with such an intensity, it felt like he was staring into her soul.

"What about you?" he asked. "Any boyfriends?"

Lucy blushed. "O-Of course! I've had plenty of boyfriends!"

He narrowed his eyes at her, analyzing her. Then, a lazy grin stretched over his face. "You're lying. You're a bad liar, Lucy."

"Oh shut up," the blonde replied, shoving him. "Fine, I've only had one. And just like you, we didn't go very far and we didn't last long."

"What happened?"

"Well, we started out as really close friends. He would always flirt with me, but that was just his personality. He was like that with all the girls. He would ask me out every day, and I would always say no. But then one day, I decided I would give it a shot. I said yes to him." Lucy laughed, recalling the whole situation. "The look on his face was priceless. He wasn't expecting me to say yes, I was starting to think he'd back out. But he didn't."

"How did you guys break up?" Natsu asked. Truthfully, hearing about it made him a bit irritated, but he couldn't hold Lucy's past against her.

"We both just knew that we were better off as friends. So it was pretty mutual." Lucy often wondered what happened to her first boyfriend. They remained friends after their breakup, as if their minor relationship never happened. But one day, he just disappeared off the face of the planet.

"How far didja guys get?"

"We kissed once," Lucy answered, a blush staining her cheeks. "Just a little peck though, nothing too serious. I do wish it happened differently."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not that I regret who it happened with, not at all. He was my friend, I'd prefer that over a stranger. But I always hoped that my first kiss would be romantic and special, not from Spin the Bottle at a dumb party surrounded by our friends."

Natsu's jaw clenched. He couldn't deny that he was feeling a bit jealous.

"Ehh, kissing is lame anyways," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and bringing her closer to him.

"How would you know? You haven't kissed anyone!"

"I just do. Why do all that stuff when you can spend the day shooting each other at laser tag or eating spaghetti while watching movies?"

Lucy blushed from head to toe, her heart thumping wildly. Was Natsu implying that this was more than just a friendly day of fun? Was there something more to it?

Did he consider it a date?

All of these questions filled her mind, but no matter how badly she wanted answers to them, she couldn't find her voice. Just what did Natsu mean by that?

Peeking through her lashes at the boy, she was met with a carefree grin, one that was always glued to his face.

"He probably doesn't know what he was implying," Lucy thought with a sigh. Shaking her head, she forced herself to cheer up. Here she was, spending time with her new friend, and she was getting bummed out over something so little!

"You're right," she said with a smile. "That is more fun."

This time, Natsu was the one blushing, but luckily he had a scarf he could use to hide it.

Lucy glanced at her watch, surprised to find that it was nearing midnight. Not wanting her neighbors to get the wrong idea of her- not that their opinion really should've mattered- she rose from the couch with a stretch, oblivious to the way Natsu's eyes trailed her body.

"I should probably start getting ready for bed," she said, placing her hands on her hips.

Natsu swallowed thickly, unable to tear his eyes away from her curvy hips. Before his body could betray him, he shot up from the couch as well. "Sounds good! Later, Lucy!" With that, he was practically running out the door, closing it behind him.

Lucy was surprised with his sudden absence, but shrugged it off.

"What a weird boy."

Natsu strolled through the streets of Magnolia, his hands shoved in his pockets. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Fishing it out of his pocket, he saw that it was a text from Lucy.

"Goodnight, Natsu. Text me when you get home this time!"

A smile etched itself on his face as he typed back, "I will this time, I promise."

He made his way back to Fairy Tail, smile staying glued to his face the entire time, even when he entered the room and heard Gray throwing insults at him. He plopped onto his bed and shot Lucy a quick text.

"I'm home. Told ya nobody would try to jump me."

She responded quickly. "I'm glad you're home safe. Goodnight, Natsu."

"Night, Lucy."

And this time, Natsu didn't go to bed feeling so alone.

[little-jester-adventures]

1OO IMPORTANT CHARACTER QUESTIONS

(( I really wanted to do this meme for a long time now ! But I kinda struggled with which verse I would do for Elisa. But since it’s tumblr, I’ll do it with the more Borderlands-tumblr verse I have for her right now. If you guys want to see this meme with Elisa her main/canon backstory. Feel free to tell me :) ))

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?  “My name is Elisa de Graaf.”

Where and when were you born?  “I was born on Earth. Haha no, I was born in the Netherlands on the 13th of February 1994.”

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)  “Uhm...That’s a weird situation...I have my own parents, David and Selina de Graaf. My dad and I share the same powers and he is a magician who preforms shows around the world. My mom has telepathic powers, just like my brother. She works as promoter for my dad. So they can be together as often as possible ! They are kind, funny and very supportive. But uhmm..Now the weird part...Since I kinda live on Pandora now, I got a set of new parents. Handsome Jack and Nisha the sheriff of Lynchwood...Yea...I call them my murder parents, because, well...You know...”

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? “I have ! My brother Liam de Graaf, he’s a couple years older then me and share the same powers as my mom. He is very protective and funny. I miss him...But I have nothing to fear. I got my Pandoran brother now, August ! August is such an amazing guy. He takes care of me, he’s kinda, funny, charming and makes me feel at home again.”

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. “Right now I live in a couple of places. I have a place on Helios, in Lynchwood, in Hallow Point and with Rhys is the Atlas facility.”

What is your occupation? “I work in the Purple Skag as a waitress.”

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. “Uhmm...I’m 5′8 feet tall. I have long brown hair with a little streak always on my face. I also paint a little star on my cheek because I’m took scared to get a tattoo on my face. This doesn’t mean I don’t have any tattoos. I have a bunch of tattoos on my hips and back and with a little help of my silly magic, I made them fade and appear on random parts of my back. Oh ! And I don’t weight a lot...whoops.”

To which social class do you belong? “Here on Pandora ? I think a pretty high one...Since I have ben adopted by Handsome Jack and Nisha.”

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?  “I’m not very strong...”

Are you right- or left-handed? “I am right handed.”

What does your voice sound like? “Uhm...Pretty high pichted, maybe a bit annoying...It’s not high pichted like a 4 year old...But well...You know.”

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? “Oh my goodness. Oh jeez. IT HAPPENED ONCE !”

What do you have in your pockets? “Uhm...empty candy wraps...I ate a few a couple of minutes ago hahaha.”

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? “I giggle a lot and very quick, I trust people waaaay to quickly, I also turn really REALLY red very often. Oh...And when I get drunk...I start to float because I can’t controle my powers very well when I’m drunk.”

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? “Very good ! I had a great childhood.”

What is your earliest memory? “Uhmm...My earliest memory is about my brother and I sharing ice cream. I was covered in it tho hahaha.”

How much schooling have you had? “I went Highschool and College.”

Did you enjoy school? “Highschool was a bit meh, because you know how teenagers are...I was the weirdest girl in school with strange powers...So yea, I got bullied a bit.”

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? “From my father and from my friends.”

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. “My role model were my parents, yea I know it’s super cheesy. But they were good people, they were kind and showed me that there is good in the world that we need to protect.”

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? “I wanted to be a nurse.”

As a child, what were your favorite activities? “Playing piano and later violin.”

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? “Cheeky, adventures, curious, kind and a little trouble maker. All I wanted to do was go on adventures and be a superhero.”

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? “Yea I was, because I was able to show my friends some little tricks I learned. My friends were kids who lived nearby and from school.”

When and with whom was your first kiss? “M-My first kiss ? Oh...Oh goodness. That was back in highschool. I was...15 ? With my first boyfriend at the time...Who...Well kinda dumped me a couple months later because ugh never mind.”

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? “Believe it or not, but I’m not a virgin. I lost mine at the end of highschool when I was 18 with my second boyfriend who was very sweet and kind back then.”

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today. “I was born with my powers. Just like my parents, I didn’t have to do any scary things to get my powers. Thank god for that !”

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? “I have a few...But I think...The moment I made a big mistake by trying out new magic and ended up here on Pandora...”

Who has had the most influence on you? “My friends and family.”

What do you consider your greatest achievement? “My greatest ? Was joining my superhero team back home and helped a lot of people across the world.”

What is your greatest regret? “Not staying in contact with them...When we split up...”

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? “Now see...I don’t like doing evil things to people...”

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? “Nope ! And I would like to keep it that way...”

When was the time you were the most frightened? “The first few hours on Pandora. I had no diea where I was, if there were people on the planet, what kind of dangers I would come across...The whole being on Pandora thing was very frightening.”

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? “I uhmm...W-Well I...I kinda kissed Jack when I was really drunk...IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING WHEN I FOUND OUT WHAT I DID !”

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? “Stay in contacted with my old superhero buddies...”

What is your best memory? “Creating our superhero team and living with my new family.”

What is your worst memory? “Losing them...”

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? “I am very optimistic !”

What is your greatest fear? “Dying alone...”

What are your religious views? “Uhm...Not really....I believe there is something out there watching over us, but I don’t know what it is...”

What are your political views? “Uhm...skip !”

What are your views on sex? “It’s nice.”

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? “I-I don’t like killing people. I only did it...Twice...Because we had no choice. I believe that everything can be solved by talking or helping someone...Killing is never the answer...Sadly that’s not how it works here on Pandora.”

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? “Killing someones family...Those are the people who you are bounded with for live...And then you take that bond away from someone...It’s the most horrible thing.”

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? “I do ! Ofcourse I do ! True love is always out there and everyone will find it.”

What do you believe makes a successful life?  “A successful life ? Oh that’s a difficult question. I think for me it would be to be happy with my partner, not have to worry about money and raise a family.”

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)? “I...I hide a lot...That’s all I want to say about it.”

Do you have any biases or prejudices? “I try not to have any...But sometimes I do...Sorry...”

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? “I will not kill people...”

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? “My friends and family.”

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how? “I treat people how I want others to treat me. Politely, with kindness and I’m always willing to listen to everyone. Sure it changes a bit when I get to know the person better, I get a bit more bold. But I always stay kind towards everyone.”

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? “Right now ? Rhys. Right behind Rhys on my list are August, Nisha and Jack. But Rhys is the most right because...Well he’s my boyfriend.”

Who is the person you respect the most, and why? “The most respect ? Hmmm....I have to say August and Jack. Because they both made a name for themself...Sure in...very different approaches...But that’s not what I want to focus on.”

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people. “My friends. Well you have Rhys, who is my boyfriend. Nisha, who took me in when I had no place to go and she quickly became my best friend ! August, who is my Pandoran brother ! Handsome Jack, sure our relationship is kinda weird...But I see him as a friend. And Pari, she’s such an awesome friend, I love her. And there are a lot more, but we’re not that close yet...”

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person. “My  significant other is Rhys. He’s funny, kind, a bit sassy and works really hard. I love him.”

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. “Hmmm...Like I stated a couple of times...I have boyfriend ! So yea I have been in love. It was a very warm and fuzzy and felt great.”

What do you look for in a potential lover? “A man who loves me for who I am, even with my strange powers. Who is taller then me and loves cuddling. Oh and who’s older then me is always great.”

How close are you to your family? “I am very close with both my families, the one back home and the one here on Pandora. Sure I could get a bit closer with Jack...But we can work on that.”

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not? “Why not ? Uhm...I’m 24...I’m a bit too young.”

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help? “That depends on the situation...But I think I would go to Nisha first. She’s the one person who has known me the longest...But she has told me that’s not very good with emotions...”

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? “I do. I trust August, because he sees me as his little sister and has already protected me a couple of times. I trust Nisha, for the same reason. And I trust Rhys ofcourse.”

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? “I hope my Pandoran friends and family would miss me...”

Who is the person you despise the most, and why? “I don’t really despise anyone...”

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? “I mostly try to avoid conflict...”

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? “I do, I love interacting with people !”

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? “I do ! Because it’s fun to meet a lot of people and hear their awesome stories.”

Do you care what others think of you? “I do...But I shouldn’t...But it’s hard to not think about it over and over again. I want people to see me as kind and caring...“

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes? “I love watching movies with Rhys, Dancing and singing in the Purple Skag with August and my shooting practice with Nisha.”

What is your most treasured possession? “A picture of my family back home I always have stored in my tophat...”

What is your favorite color? “Red, yellow and purple.”

What is your favorite food? “Anything that is sweet hahaha.”

What, if anything, do you like to read? “I like to read history books and books about magic.”

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)? “Music you can dance to, I want to have a great time and lose myself in it. Same goes for movies !”

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? “I do drink, I like cocktails oke haha. But I’m a lightweight.”

How do you spend a typical Saturday night? “Cleaning the bar with August, talking about our day and have a good laugh when bar is closed.”

What makes you laugh? “Rhys making silly jokes. Nisha talking about Violet and Jack. Oh ! oh ! oh ! And when August does impressions of people we know !”

What, if anything, shocks or offends you? “People not taking me serious...”

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? “Play with magic, talk to my bunny or...read or something.”

How do you deal with stress? “Uhm...I try to take a long warm bath and try to listen to some nice music.”

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? “I am pretty spontaneous. Sure a plan is nice...But most of the time I don’t have one.”

What are your pet peeves? “People bringing up things I did in the past I feel embarrassed about.”

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted? “My routine ? Oh it’s not that special. I get up in the morning, get dressed and check what I have to do one that day...It’s a oke routine, nothing too special.”

What is your greatest strength as a person? “Mine ? Uhmm...I think my kindness ? I don’t know...I don’t think I really have any strengths.”

What is your greatest weakness? “My naivety...”

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? “I want to be stronger...I don’t want to feel weak like I feel right now...”

Are you generally introverted or extroverted? “I am very extroverted !”

Are you generally organized or messy? “I’m pretty organized.”

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at. “Things I’m good at ? Uhm...Listening to people, making people smile and taking care of my friends. Things I’m bad at, Learning to not trust every person I meet, magic and defending myself.”

Do you like yourself? “Uhm...I...I’m not sure to be honest...”

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…) “I do these things to be a hero. I want to help people, that’s my biggest goal in life.”

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime? “I want to be able to control all of my powers.”

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? “In 5 years I hope I’ll have figured out how to use my powers to switch between Pandora and Earth so I can always visit all my friends and families.”

If you could choose, how would you want to die? “Defending a friend or family member.”

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left. “Say goodbye to Jack and Nisha. and give Nisha my tophat because she likes it so much. Stay a few hours with August to calm him down and tell him everything is going to be oke, leave Apollo with him to take care off...And my last hours I’ll spend with Rhys...”

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? “My kindess...”

What three words best describe your personality? “Kind, silly and a bit of handfull.”

What three words would others probably use to describe you? “Bubbly, cheery and naive.”

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…) “You are a great person...I don’t be so hard on yourself and take the compliment you get. Don’t stress yourself out, you are doing great...”

[itskaradanversbitch]

WHO IS MR. MXYZPTLK? SUPERGIRL’S PETER GADIOT REVEALS HIS TAKE ON THE TRICKSTER

WHO IS MR. MXYZPTLK? SUPERGIRL’S PETER GADIOT REVEALS HIS TAKE ON THE TRICKSTER

MXY HAS EYES ON KARA AND A SUPERMAN COSTUME TAILOR MADE FOR HIM by Fred Topel | February 18, 2017 |

The Supergirl episode “Luthors ” ended with the introduction of a different sort of villain. Mr. Mxyzptlk is not the kind of troublemaker like the Luthor family, of whom Lex and Lillian want to destroy Superman and Supergirl. Mxyzptlk is more of a nuisance who ties up superheroes with putting out his fires.

In his original appearance in Action Comics, Mxy (for short) faked his death for both paramedics and Superman himself and gives the mayor of Metropolis a donkey’s voice. So, like a four-year-old who got a laugh once and then won’t stop making a scene.

Peter Gadiot (Queen of the South) materialized as Mr. Mxyzptlk in Kara-Supergirl’s (Melissa Benoist) living room professing his love and interrupting her hookup with Mon-El (Chris Wood). The teaser for his full episode shows Mxy put Kara in a wedding dress, Mon-El in his skivvies, and himself in a Superman costume, albeit with the letter M instead of S. Mxy thinks of himself as a comedian, but maybe he’s more of a heckler.

Gadiot spoke with Rotten Tomatoes about his take on DC Comics’ weirdest character and what trouble he has in store for TV’s Supergirl in Monday’s episode “Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk” — and possibly beyond.

Fred Topel for Rotten Tomatoes: When you got the role or Mr. Mxyzptlk, was the first task learning how to say his name?

Peter Gadiot: It was, it was. There’s actually more than one pronunciation. So I learned how to say it one way which I thought was cool, and they were like, “Yeah, that’s awesome, but we want you to say it like this.” So I had to learn more than one version. It was quite amusing obviously, especially the table read, listening to everyone stumble through, but we got there.

RT: How were you saying it at first?

Gadiot: The way they wanted me to say it was “mix-ee-spit-lik.” That was the final pronunciation. I was putting more SPIT-LIK on it, because I thought that it was a pun on the fact that you struggle to say it. So it was like you spit and then you lick because all this saliva comes out.

RT: Since his weakness is you have to get him to say his name backwards, did you have to learn it backwards too?

Gadiot: Well, we tried, but fortunately that wasn’t a big requirement at the time. I learned to say it backwards, forwards, in between, and lots of other different ways so I’m good. Whatever they want to throw at me, I’ll prepare for.

RT: The TV spot for Monday’s episode shows a lot of Mxyzptlk’s tricks. Does he have more tricks they haven’t revealed yet?

Gadiot: Absolutely. My goodness, he has so many tricks, and some of them are really, really quite funny. The writers Sterling [Gates] and Jessica [Queller] came up with some hilarious things. So yes, he has many, many fun little tricks and quirks. Poor Kara, she’s bewildered by all of it. She does her best to get things done in a good way.

RT: What was it like wearing the Superman suit with the M on it?

Gadiot: It was super cool. I took many a selfie, but was sworn to secrecy until the right moment. Very few people get to wear a specially made Superman suit. It was told to me that I was the first to wear it with an M. So any time you do a first in such a well-known popular universe like the Superman/Supergirl universe, it’s a treat. I was super stoked about it for sure.

RT: Was it fitted just for you?

Gadiot: It was. I had six fittings for it because it’s a work of art really. They have to hone it for lots of different specific parts of you. They did specifically tailor it to me.

RT: How does Mr. Mxyzptlk know Kara to be so smitten by her?

Gadiot: Essentially they crossed paths in the universe. As she was on her way to Earth, Mxy spotted her. When someone so attractive as her, not just physically but in terms of her energy, crosses anyone’s path, then they very much stay there. How could he not? He falls for her, and he thinks, “I need to find out more and find this girl.” He just goes for it.

RT: Does he see Mon-El as a threat?

Gadiot: A threat not in terms of someone who is dangerous, but more of an annoying obstacle I would say. Mon-El is strong in many ways, but he’s just no match for the powers of Mxy. Mxy tolerates him, and I think Mxy’s desire for trouble is stoked by Mon-El’s ability to rise to the bait. So they have some fun duels and fights. I think Mon-El’s very serious about it, and Mxy’s a little laissez-faire, but they do essentially have the same goal. That is to be with Kara.

RT: Is stripping Mon-El down to his underwear really a punishment when he looks that good in his underwear?

Gadiot: [Laughs] I guess maybe it’s Mxy’s playful side. I think the question is: Is it going to embarrass Mon-El to suddenly appear where he does in his underwear? Probably. He just wants to emasculate him and say, “Listen, you think you may be able to get in my face, but I can do whatever I want to you.” I think that’s a little slap in the face somehow, just saying who’s boss.

RT: Was getting to do the introduction scene at the end of last week’s Supergirl a great way into the character?

Gadiot: Yeah, for sure. I kind of gave so many different options because, with a character like this, he’s so extreme, you want to give them the ability in the edit room to bring up different levels in the performance to shape the arc. I did a completely different thing in each take. I did a more naturalistic subtle take and then I did more wacky, crazy, out-of-this-world takes. So I’m actually very curious to see how they shape this character, because they could have gone many ways.

RT: I don’t think they used the naturalistic takes.

Gadiot: You’re probably right.

RT: Mxy is a character in the comic books who keeps coming back, so is it open for you to return for more trouble on Supergirl or other DC shows?

Gadiot: Yeah, I think it’s very much open. I don’t know any concrete plans at all. I certainly hope so because it was so much fun. It was a really great experience so we’ll see. The door has definitely been left ajar. We’ll just have to see what they come up with.

Supergirl airs Monday nights at 8PM on The CW

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