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holyfruitsnax · 2 years

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Hidden In Plain Sight

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Guns, Angst-ish?, Fluff, Smut (Later Chapters), Possible bad writing? Def not proofread.

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Detective!Reader

Summary: The Hollands have built their empire for years and now a young detective wants to take them down. In a world where Tom figured it would be kill or be killed, He’ll soon find that maybe, just maybe...She can be convinced.

Y/N: Your Name Y/L/N: Your Last Name

The sound of your gun clinking in its holster echoed throughout the room as your eyes scanned for any clues they could find. “Man, are we sure this is the right place? I mean... I trust your judgement y/l/n but...this place looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.” Hugh furrowed his brows shining his flashlight while gesturing to the ragged furniture and family photos seeming to be left behind. “That’s what they want us to think Greene.” You sighed giving your partner a glance before shining your light in another direction. “Called the landlord. This place was owned by a Mrs. Gertrude Lightwood.” you couldn’t help the concerned look on your face. “Sure, most of this is hers...but she’s been in a nursing home for years. Do you honestly think this is her mess?” you kicked a few old beer bottles around for emphasis. Hugh’s head dropped shaking a little, “No...No I suppose not...” His British accent thick with the same concern shown on your own face.

“You think it’s them?” Hugh leaned against the kitchen countertop, asking a question he knew the answer to.

“I know it is.”

You’d only been a detective for a short amount of time, but you’d surely proven yourself with a knack for research. At the ripe age of 20, you’d solved your first case just about all on your own. The department paired you up with Hugh since the beginning of your career, now the slightly portly old man seemed like the only family you had since moving to London. The current case? Thought to be a band of misfit teens, turned out to be a link to one of the largest mafia’s London has to offer. The Hollands, their power is deep seeded in SouthWest London. No one dared to touch a part of their case, that is until now. Hugh figured you’d gone mad when you offered to take them head on, but he’d help none the less.

“Well...Let’s get going before the sun comes up. No telling if or when they’ll come back.” The white haired man clapped a large hand upon your shoulder. “I could go for Greggs right about now.” He smiled wide making you smile in return. The two of you walked out of the old townhouse and heading into the car. “I think they know we’re onto them.” you stated while bucking up. Hugh nodded “Probably. You don’t keep up with something like this for so long if you aren’t good at hiding it. No one even knows what these people look like, only guesses.” He pointed out and took off towards their favorite breakfast place. “Hey..That’s not bad..” you smirked jotting down something on your little notepad using a cute pen with a duck at the top Hugh had gotten you a year ago. “What?” Hugh’s eyes darted over confused “Oh don’t start with this shi-”

“I’m just saying!” you laughed, pleased with his reaction. “What if they’re not hidden...or better yet.” you winked. “Hidden in plain sight?”

“You’re due for the looney bin any day now y/n!” Hugh laughed parking in front of Greggs, you only chuckled and shrugged back. The little breakfast shop was full, but it is eight am on a Wednesday morning. your detective side was still in high gear, making sure to memorize every face you could since the stake out house hadn’t been very far away. Over at a table buried away in a corner sat a group of young men. A tall blonde with striking blue eyes, a shorter curly red head and a grumpy looking brunette. What a group. Hugh Ordered for you both, opting to chat with the cook rather than join your speculation. you took a seat at a table not too far but not too close to the group of men, scrolling through your phone to seem as though you were minding her business. That is until you locked eyes with a chestnut brown pair.

“Psst!” a sharp kick to the shin pulled Tom from fiddling with the many golden rings adorning his fingers. “Ow! That hurt asshole.” Tom hissed reaching down to rub where Harry had abused him. “Cops.” Haz stated quietly as to not draw attention their way, which was always a difficult feat seeing that Tom ultimately looked like a mob boss. “We’re fine, just keep your cool. Try not to be an idiot and they’ll move along.” Tom hummed clasping his hands together so he could rest his chin atop his bruised knuckles. His eyes found you sat at a table playing on your phone, He couldn’t quite tell your age but, he knew you were young, around his age maybe? He didn’t recognize you though. Tom couldn’t help but swoon at the way your hair framed your tired face perfectly, eyes holding a bit of dark color beneath them. He must’ve been staring too long, seeing that your eyes flicked up just in time to meet his own. Boy was Tom enthralled, but the interaction was short lived as his brother and best friend tugged him out of the shop.

“What was that about?” Hugh muffled out through a bite of his breakfast sandwich. “I....I don’t know..” you for once felt stuck so, you opted to eat your breakfast instead of talking. “Those boys sure did look flashy.” Hugh pointed over towards the table the group had previously been sat. You nodded giving a content hum “Maybe, but we can’t just jump to conclusions. Maybe they’re just rich.” Hugh snorted a little at your sudden halt on the whole ‘It could be anyone’ idea. “Why don’t we rest up, you give me a call if you catch anything new and I’ll do the same? Sound good?” He slapped his cap back atop his head crumpling up a food wrapper. “Good to me.” you confirmed standing up from your seat to say goodbye to Hugh before walking the short distance back to your apartment.

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The day had gone by and shifted London into darkness, but lights and music still boomed on for the drinkers, dancers, and all of the above to enjoy. Tom would be one of them if he wasn’t getting his ass chewed out. “You mean to tell me after being told police were on their way to your hideout, you chose to go eat breakfast in the middle of fucking town?!” Dom yelled down at the three boys. “Yeah well we were hungr- I’m sorry.” Harry’s head hung in shame, Haz stood tall and calm whilst Tom’s face begin to turn red. “You’re the one who can’t handle his own fucking dirty work! It’s your guy we’re after, why didn’t you go and sit in an old run down house that smelled like mothballs for hours to watch some guy’s house? Oh RIGHT because you’re the boss of course!” He laughed deep in his chest. The rest of the family backed away but kept watching, Dom and Tom are like dynamite together it just takes one to be the match that strikes the others fuse.

“Correct! I am the boss, so you will listen to me or you’ll suffer just the same as that man will when I get my hands on him.” Dom growled, gripping Tom by his white button up. “I can’t believe you’re the one I’m passing this shit down to..” He puffed letting Tom go due to Nikki’s pleas. Tom’s courage faltered at his father’s insult, it felt like a low blow. “Yeah...Whatever..” He huffed back fixing his jacket. Dom lit a cigar sitting next to his wife waiting for the explosion. “Now Tom, why don’t you take off your shoes and have a seat. You know your father didn’t mean that- He just gets that way.” She smiled patting the couch. Tom felt a heavy, sickly, almost guilty heat rise to his chest. He’d have to deal with that feeling the only way he knew how, to cover it up with something else. “You know what. I’m sick of being treated second hand by him, I’m sure everyone else does too!“ He seethed beginning to push insults towards Dom. Rage was like an illness to Tom, so easy to fall back to. Before Dom could shout anything back Tom grabbed the nearest lamp and tossed it against the wall with a loud crash. “I’m- I’M FUCKING GETTING OUT OF HERE, FUCK THIS HOUSE, AND FUCK YOU DOM” Tom shouted. He didn’t hear footsteps following him, so he didn’t look back.

The thumping of his heart in his ears had been replaced by music with thick bass. Making his way into his family’s bar Tom found a table with ease. “Woahhhh...Rough night?” Skips, the main bar tender around the places laughed only to shut down the second he met Tom’s killer gaze. “I’ll just...Leave this here.” Skips practically yelped setting down a bottle of whiskey while he ran off to get a glass and ice. Tom popped the top off the bottle of expensive whiskey downing a few chugs before slamming it down on the table again. His outburst was starting to become hard not to notice but if you wanted to keep your eyes, you’d act like you didn’t even if you did.

That is unless that someone is you. You’d found your way into the bar confident there would be evidence of anything from the Holland in there, it is their side of town after all. Deciding to blend in a bit and to purely have some fun you joined in on the dance floor scooting through the crowd trying to get to the bar. Suddenly a large man in a suit stood before you. “Uh..excuse me if I could just slip-” “My friend asked for you at his table.” The large man oddly enough was the sweetest person you’d met all night. “Uhm..” You turned your head in the direction the man pointed in and froze. The guy from Greggs this morning. “Thank you!” you smiled calmly, making your way over to the brunette. Your eyes couldn’t help but drop as he leaned forward and unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose his toned chest while sending you a smirk.

“Hello Darling! I thought I recognized you~” Tom teased, obviously a bit buzzed from chugging whiskey. “Yeah, breakfast this morning..um. I didn’t catch your name however-” “Tom.” He spoke immediately taking two glasses pouring whiskey for them both and slid a coke your way. “Nice to meet you Tom, I’m not much of a drinker.” You cleared your throat a little. “Well for tonight, maybe you should?” He nodded pushing your glass closer towards you. Why the hell not? “Okay, Tom. What exactly..” “Your name Darling.” He smiled sipping at his own drink. “Y/n.” You swirled your cup around a little before drinking half of it to ease your nerves. Why was this guy messing with your nerves? “Pretty~” Tom’s voice deepened and his eyes darked while raking over your figure. You’d chosen a tight red dress that showed just enough cleavage for most, but not enough for Tom

Tom watched as you finished your first drink and drank a little coke while he poured you both another. Thirty minutes became an hour, an hour became two and before you knew it you and Tom were on the dancefloor together. His firm hands gripped tightly at your hips keeping you close in the dancing crowd as the two of you grinded together. “You’re fun!” You drunkenly laughed wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “That’s what I like to hear Darling!” He grinned dipping his head down so his nose brushed yours. Your mouth fell open slightly and everything seemed to slow down. What were you doing. “There is of course...” Tom slid a hand up your body grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger, the cooling effect of his rings against your warm skin made you shiver. “Something else I’d love to hear you say as well.” He tisked leading you towards the back of the bar. “And what’s that?” You raise a brow, tilting your head making Tom pull his bottom lip between his teeth. The next thing you knew you were in a private area and Tom pulled two red curtains shut before turning back to face you. “Daddy.”

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sasayego · 5 months

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Hi! I noticed you're doing matchups and was wanting to please request one.

Here's some info about me. I think I coveted the important stuff.

I'm a cis-gender female & bi. Neurologivergejt,in case that'a an important factor.

I'm kind, loyal, blunt, impulsive, stubborn, protective of loved ones, compassionate, and smart. I'm 5'3", my hair or naturally dirty blonde but dyed Auburn and it looks natural, myhair goes a little past my shoulders. I'm Caucasian with green eyes and wear glasses. Also on the chubbier side. My hobbies are reading, listening to music, singing (badly), watching movies/tv.

This is probably more than five lines, but I hope that's okay.

DICK GRAYSON

we all know that our (my) favorite batboy is a sucker for anyone stubborn and compassionate

he likes hiding your glasses all around the house for fun and when you can't see, he just likes to hold you the entire time. it's a very good way that he can get snuggles

you guys def binge watch movies after patrol. he's such. asucker for pride and prejudice the movie. jason is trying to get him to read the book but my dude is way too enamored with the movie to even think about "betraying" it by reading the book (even though he should!)

you two will have some arguments over your stubborn behavior, but by the end of the day, dick is pretty good when it comes to communication. eldest daughter syndrome goes hard lol

he loves playing with your hair. little braids, some pigtails, stuff like that. his favorite hairstyle might be short space buns

also you KNOW my dude is adept at reading body language. he's the best in the batfam for a reason. he will know exactly when you're experiencing an issue due to your neurodivergence (for me, it's lots of sensory issues, i can't eat certain food with certain textures or handle certain sounds), and he will know when to take care of you

my dude is an expert at body language. he knows how to roll

you experience new music together and have favorite artists among the both of you, regularly going to concerts. he skips patrol days that day and he makes(asks) damian do his patrol for him

#dick grayson #dcu

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Gritty - sweetbitter fanfiction (Jake x OC) : chapter 1

not gonna lie - I'm super excited to publish this

also: if you have any suggestions of what tags should I use to blast this story let me know :)

Enjoy and share

Pairing: sweetbitter!Jake X OC

word count: 5.645

warnings: not in this part, but def. in the future

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Chapter 1

Welcome to New York

12 years ago, September 1st

- You are my best friend, you know – I said to a boy sitting next to me on the pier by the ocean in our favorite spot in Cape Cod. Since it was early Monday morning there was not a soul to be seen and we both loved this peace and calmness that comes with lack of people. The circumstances of our conversation was however a bit more saddening. - Even if…

-What?

-Even if Simone tries to keep you away.

-She doesn’t keep me away. She just …. cares.

- Yeah, right.

-What?

-Nothing. I just… I know she is like a mother to you, but your relation is just … I don’t know…

- Are you jealous? – he squinted

- Really, Jake? Joking much? – I eyed him with serious look, shaking my head but he could see the smallest of smiles on my face – I care too, you know. Just in a different way. Don’t know if it’s better but that’s just how it is. More like watching from the distance.

- Like a predator. Waiting for a prey – he nudges me playfully – you are like a kestrel.

- That is an unusual comparison.

-Maybe – he shrugged- but it fits you. In a good way – he shifted towards me, now sitting with his one leg up his chest, the other stretched freely – you may seems quiet and distant but you are always there for those who need you. For me and I …. – he hesitated but never finished – never mind.So…. you’re leaving?

-I don’t want to . I don’t freaking want to. But, shit, I’m barely 15 and no one treats me seriously so what a girl can do?

-You could raise a rebellion. I would do that if I had a choice.

-Mhm, sure. And end up being grounded to the addition to the moving. It’s already hard as it is. – I went silent looking at the sea in front of us. The wind was flowing through my messy hair and I was trying my best to remember everything about the place where I grew up and about the person I cared about. Jake. And Simone, but that was a bit more complicated story.

-I don’t want you to go – he muttered barely audible looking at the ground for some reason avoiding my gaze.

-I know, Tri, I’m scared. Everything will be new there. I don’t know if I will fit in. I mean, New York? The buzzing city? The “concrete jungle where dreams are made of”? This is some serious shit. – my voice was flat, but we both had this sort of connection where we knew the hidden emotions. We knew each other since we were 8 and Jake lost his mother, and spending a lot of time together we kind of learnt how to read each other. However, this bond never got a chance to turn into something more serious and the reason behind it ….

- There you are! – a tall blonde girl emerged from behind causing both of us to jump. Up till now I didn’t even realize that we so close to each other. She slid in the space between us and with a widest smile started talking – everyone has been looking for you, Mackie. And I was worried about you, Jake.

- Simone – I nod my head towards her. We were some sort of friends but I always knew deep inside me that she was hiding something. I had my suspicions about it too, but never really confronted either Jake or Simone about it. When I tried they were just shutting me off and I never wanted that.

-We are fine, Simone – Jake abruptly stood up and leaned over the barrier. Now he was up while me and Simone were sitting next to each other. – We were just talking.

-About what? – she shook her head and her perfect hair waved.

-Mackie’s moving to the big city.

-Oh, yes. We are going to miss you, Mackie, truly. You are our best friend after all. Besides, we would still call and text each other, right? And talk on Skype. We have so many possibilities.

-Sure. Sure Simone. Every day. I would not accept anything else – I agreed looking at her – sure as hell won’t let you get rid of me so easily.

-I’m counting on that – Simone moved closer and hugged me – I’m really, really sorry this had to happen to you.

- Having a lawyer father and a mother that got a job at NYU I should have seen that coming – I sighed letting the girl hold me. It was surprisingly comforting. – Anyway, I’m cold. Shall we had back?

-Sure. There is some hot tea and snacks at home. And maybe we will get a taste of the wine that has been growing in the cellar. Help me up, Jake? – she stuck her hand and Jake lifted her. – Let’s go – she took the boy by one arm and me by the other and we walked towards the house.

12 years ago, September 5th

-Just hurry up, Mackie! Say goodbye to your friends and get in the car! We have quite a journey ahead!

-Oh come on, mum. I need some more time!

-You will address your mother with more respect young lady! – my father chimed into the conversation

-Sorry dad – I muttered – it’s important to me, ok? A couple of minutes, please? – I pleaded with my eyes wide open for better effect.

- You are a player, you know that, and your charm does not work on me, but I understand. I’ll give you those couple of minutes. Now, go! – he pointed me towards Jake and Simone who were standing a few meters away and got in car himself. As soon as he did I turned towards my friends.

-This is it then – I shrugged.

-We will never forget you, Mackie.

Shit, Simone! I wanted to avoid being melodramatic – I smirked when she reached her arms and hold me closely.

-Well I wanted to be. Promise to call us. – she moved so she could look at my face. – Promise.

- I promise – I looked at Jake who was just standing there, hands in his pockets, no word and no expression on his face – Bye, Jake. – I said without taking any step closer to him. I just could not force myself to and neither did he. As you may have guessed we were both reserved and distant.

-Bye, Kennel – he answered and just kept on standing in the same pose looking straight at me. I withheld this gaze without looking down.

- Your parents are waiting, Mack – Simone said when my father honked a couple of times hurrying me up. – I’m going inside. I can’t watch you drive away – she hugged me one more time and disappeared inside. As soon as she was out of sight Jake shifted forward and embraced me with his arms. That was new. Burring his face in my neck, giving me some tickling he muttered something I could not quite understand (but there was something that started with L) and then as fast as Simone entered the house.

My first instinct was to run after him and make him explain all this but it truly was time to go.

8 years ago, July 4th

The independence day. The national celebration and what was most important – day FREE OF WORK. Even though I practically had to beg I forced my parents to take an opportunity to make a little trip to a Cape Cod. For no particular reason they were reluctant but finally gave up. So I finally get a chance to reunite with my friends. I have to admit that for the last years our contact varied. Skype and messages were fine and frequent, I also came to visit from time to time but since I wasn’t there on regular basis I felt like I was cut off from a lot of things.

4th of July and summer time finally gave me an opportunity to make up for that. So can you blame me that when we arrived at Cape Cod my first instinct was to run to our place by the seaside? I was really hoping to find Jake there. I needed to talk to him first, before Simone since there was something off about him last time we spoke. I run the steps leading towards the pier and was welcomed by the sea breeze on my face. Oh, how I missed that! It’s been too long. Luckily, I was turning 18 next year so maybe I will be able to finally convince my parents that I’m fine traveling by myself.

-Kennel? – I spun around, all hair immediately on my face, blocking the view. But even if my sight was off for a moment I knew who was standing in front of me.

- Jake – I smiled as I got a hold of them and it grew even bigger when he put a single left strand behind my ear. – Hello.

- I’ve heard you were coming – he moved an inch closer.

-Really? I thought you just spend the last two years here waiting for me to return.

- You are crazy – he shook his head. – Nothing changed.

-With you too, I guess? Nothing new?

- Not much. I mean, what do I have in comparison with new Yorker?

-I don’t feel like I am. This place consumes you, but it takes ages to actually feel like at home there. At least for me.

-You were always an introvert, maybe that’s why.

-Yeah, maybe – I leant onto the barrier, our hands almost touching when he brushed his fingers over mine. – I missed this. – Jake stayed silent just staring at the ocean and I didn’t feel the urge to fill the silence. Just this. Simple as it was. Meant much more than words.

-Simone is waiting for you too, we should head back.

- Should we?

- Yes, Mackie. Come on. We’ll eat and then watch the fireworks tonight.

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The day just… passed and before I realized we were heading towards the beach to celebrate with other people. Even though it was still quite light we were off for quite a show. The fireworks at the sea shore were always better than anywhere else in the country.

Jake and Simone were walking ahead of me, joking and laughing, having the time of their lives. Their happy faces and teasing were something I missed too. They seemed closer than before I left and that was a little thorn but I decided not to focus on that too much and just enjoy the evening.

-Mackie! Catch up! – Simone called for me – don’t stay behind, why would you do that? It’s starting – she stopped between me and Jake as the fireworks started to explode. I was right, it was breathtaking. Me and Simone had our heads up admiring it, but when I tear my gaze away I noticed Jake was staring at me instead of at the sky. I frowned at him in confusion, silent question forming but he just shook his head signalizing it was nothing important, so I just shrugged and continued on watching.

It ended sooner than any of us wanted. It was still early but all of a sudden I felt tired and couldn’t suppress a yawn.

-Exhausted, Mackie? – Simone asked

- Yeah, don’t know why. Must be the journey.

-Sure it is. Jake will walk you home than, won’t you? I will stay here for a while more, hope you’ll join me later, ok?

- Whatever – Jake shrugged getting up from the sand and motioned me to move.

Silence seemed to be natural for us and once again it feel during our walk on the beach.

-I know you’re not really that tired – Jake finally broke it.

-Am I not? Why do you think so?

-Mackie, cut it. Thank you.

-No, Jake, seriously, what is going on? – I stopped abruptly finally having the chance to confront him – is there something, anything, you want to tell me?

- No – simple answer to much more complicated question.

-Liar.

-Menace.

-Asshole.

-Witch.

- Witch? – well that was new, but before I could think of a comeback his lips were on mine. Shit! What the …. – Jake! –I pushed him away with all the strengths that surprise gave me – what the hell? What got into you?

-I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to feel you for real.

-Did you? – I raised my eyebrows still a bit mad but the eyes gave me away.

- Not in the slightest.

- Need another try? – I mocked feeling him coming close once again.

And THAT was the real firework. He captured my lips in his, chasing them every time I was foolishly trying to pull away. His hands on my waist just gripped me tighter towards him. There was something desperate in his embrace. Like he was looking for escape, trying to lost himself in me. I don’t know what he was trying to convey to me but wasn’t sure if this was about me or him or… us. It felt both right and wrong almost like there was a third person with us.

-Jake – I finally managed to pull back, but he was still holding me – am I a distraction to you?

-What? - he frowned – Why?

-I’m just asking. And I want an honest answer, I can tell when you’re lying.

-You are not a distraction, Mackie.

-Glad we got it sorted- I freed myself of his embrace and continued the walk home as if nothing happened.

3 years ago, October 23rd

Long distant relationships never work, and I mean NEVER. I’ve learned it the hard way.

-You should come visit me in New York on Christmas. It’s so magical here, Jake, it will cheer you up – I tried to convince him while we were talking through Skype.

- I don’t think that would be possible, Mackie.

- And why exactly not?

- Simone is going through some stuff. I need to be here for her.

-Ok, I get that. Doesn’t she want to come over too? I’ve got more than enough place for both my …. – I wasn’t exactly sure if I can call him boyfriend even after all this time. – friends.

-Yeah, she want to stay home, so I’ll take the rain check.

- Fine, have it your way. I just wished I could see you in person and …. You know – I blushed remembering the last time we saw each other which was quite heated.

- About that, I need some space, Mackie so how about we slow it down a bit?

-Slow down? Jake, we barely see each other, I’m busy with studies you are doing some secretive shit you won’t tell me about and you’re talking about slowing down? I mean, it’s alright with me – I may or may have not lied – but seriously, is everything ok on your side?

- I’m good – he muttered – and I gotta go – he hung up on me and for a moment I saw my reflection on the computer screen. What the hell just happened?

2 years ago, January 31st

To cut the story short, let me say that since that Skype talk on which we …. Broke up, I guess. If we were ever to be called a real couple… Never mind, since that Skype talk all my contact with Jake was more and more rough. He was distant, I was cold, never again asking, we were both suspicious and tough. Yeah, it just didn’t work between us anymore. And as a consequence neither did my contact with Simone, ever though she was still calling from time to time, but less and less frequently. As a distraction I focused on my school and studies and living my best life. Or best –ish. Life in New York was even faster and more stressful with time than at the beggining. The fast pace, the people everywhere and constant noise was something I was not used to. I much preferred the deserted landscape of the Cape, but I had to just adjust like my father jokingly put it.

I had to keep up with my classmates at new school which resulted in me taking a lot of extra classes and activities (my parents were very career and education oriented), than a job and before I realized I started college. NYU obviously. And being the daughter of one of the most strict teacher was not a piece of cake. Hence, I never really made any close friends. It was really, really hard time for me, cut from Jake and Simone (of course, after some time we stopped contacting each other, who would have guessed, right?), unable to make connection with “ethnic” New Yorkers and being pretty much alone. The only thing that helped me survive was writing. About everything that came into my mind. After classes, when my peers were just hanging out, probably going to the clubs or getting drunk I would just sit in the Central Park spitting my imagination out on paper. My parents did not notice my loneliness of course – they were too busy – but thanks to my mother connections I was able to publish one of my stories. And then the other. And the other. Of course, it was just a hobby since I studied economy. My mother’s brother, uncle Howard (even if I never called him uncle since he hated that) who was a manager at one of the New York finest restaurant believed it would be a great experience and opportunity for me to train there and honestly, I was more than happy to accept. Now, everyone was just waiting for me to finish my studies.

2 years ago, May 25th

After finally graduating (with honors, obviously), much to my parents’ displeasure and Howard’s quiet approval I decided to do some additional training in the area I was about to work in. So I took some culinary training and courses to help me with my knowledge in kitchen. This gave me an opportunity to extend my knowledge and come to Howard’s restaurant prepared. I’m not going to sugar coat working, learning and having to keep my rent and living costs in check was really, really hard and yet extremely satisfying. Besides, I knew what was ahead of me and that kept me afloat.

I also get some information about Jake and Simone. Yeah, I was still doing that. Apparently they moved to New York (I wondered how we haven’t bumped into each other, yet) and get a job and life here. Simone got married (which is unbelievable), spend some time in France learning about wine (which seemed more like her). Now they were working together in a restaurant. Like I mention I found it unexpected that we didn’t meet each other somewhere on the street

Today, October 11th

I was ready. I couldn’t believe it. At the age of 27, which felt old enough I was standing in front of Howard’s restaurant ready to come in and enjoy the rest of my life. Enjoy what I worked for so hard. Even if that meant working even harder. I was ready. For the last two years I was visiting him occasionally just to get a grip of the place, observe people and the stuff, get an idea of how it all worked into the bigger picture. And I had to admit it, it was smooth. However, I was always undercover, some sort of a secret guest. Always taking a table close to the exit, never really engaging in the life of the restaurant. Me and Howard both agreed that it would be best for everyone, us included, since none of us wanted me to be treated any differently in future work. So I was more of a shadow. No one was supposed to know that I was related to Howard. For the first time in my life I wanted to be a part of something bigger. I also did not engage much with the servers. When I came, usually back door, Howard was the one to personally take care of all my meals. Looking back at that I have no idea how the hell we made it work, but somehow it happened.

And now, I was here. Not a student, not a secret guest, just me. Just Mackie, prepared to do what was expected of her. I was both excited and nervous but anyone watching me from the outside would never guess that. I perfectly knew how to cover up for my emotions and be cool and steady. After all, I was practicing that since I was a kid. Without any more thinking I entered the restaurant. Since it was early, it was practically empty, save two people sitting by the window. One of the bartenders that I remembered from my last time here was preparing the bar and the glasses for the night, two of the servers were folding napkins and cleaning the cutlery. The kitchen doors, behind the counter was opening and closing dynamically as from time to time someone else were carrying new utensils like saltshakers. I looked around and noticed Howard and some girl sitting at one of the tables. Being who I am I decided to just wait till they end to conversation so I sat on one of the bar stools minding my own business.

-Can I help you young lady? Isn’t is a bit early for you to look for a drink? And are you even allowed to legally drink? – the barman turned towards me

- well, the answer’s no for the first question and yes for the latter. I could use some water though.

-Sure thing. What brings you here at such an early hour?

-You are a talkative one, sir, aren’t you?

-It comes with the job. Bartenders are the one to listen to a sob stories a lot.

-Like a therapists?

- Wouldn’t go that far, but something like that. The name’s Nicky by the way – he handed me a glass.

-I’m Mackie – I shook his hand.

- So what’s your business here? – he asked again

-You are not going to let go, are you? – I smiled – guess it is a business indeed. I ….

-Mackie – I did not even notice when Howard finished his talk and approached me – you’re early.

-I am, boss, it’s just my cautiousness talking.

-Wise – he nodded – Nicky, I see you have met our newest server.

-Server, huh? – Nicky fixed his glasses and eyed me – I see the business now. Welcome aboard, then. You are up for a bumpy ride, kiddo.

-I’m counting on it. I hate taking the easy way.

-That is pretty unusual. Ambitious much? – Nicky asked

-Extremely.

-Mackie, come with me, we need to discuss the details of your shifts. – Howard motioned me towards the table. – Nicky, a glass of champagne.

-Sure. Anything else for you, Mack?

-I’ll stick to water thanks.

I grabbed my glass and changed places, sitting a bit more away from the bar where anyone could hear us.

-Hello, Howard. It’s nice to finally be here on official matter without sneaking out.

- It makes a lot of things easier for us. However, since you are here I need to remind you of the rules.

-Ok. –I took a sip. I remembered them vividly, but decided to let Howard keep his dominance since he was practically running this place.

-First, no one should come to know we are family. Second, no easy treatment, you train and serve just like everyone else and get a supervisor to watch your moves. Finally, even though I’m convinced you know that – you watch yourself. The stuff can be pretty intense and I don’t want you to get into any trouble. Is that understood?

-Yes.

- Perfect. Now, you are not the only new face here. We got some other girl, who’s already changing. She’s interesting, unusual. You will work together. – he turned around upon hearing some talking coming from behind – Will! Can you come here for a second? – he waved upon the black haired man dressed in a shirt and apron. He looked like a professional with his straight posture and light smile. I could bet he was the charming one with the guest. – Will, this is Mackie. She is your new mentee. And Mackie, like I said Will is going to be your mentor. Giving your characters you can learn a lot from each other.

- Hi – I looked at the guy.

-Well hello, new girl. It is quite an accomplishment that you were admitted. You must be special.

-Flattery – I smirked, and he smiled back.

-She doesn’t want to be treated lightly Will, so bear that in mind – Howard chimed in.

-When are we ever? – the man shrugged.

-Fine than – my uncle stood up and fixed his jacket – I’ll leave you to it. Go fetch that other new girl….

-Tess – Will completed.

-Yes, Tess. Mackie, go change, get Tess and off to work you go.

***

-Hi there! – a dark haired girl, probably a couple years younger than me smiled at me as soon as I entered the staff changing room. Apparently my shirt and apron were already prepared and waiting for me – I’m Tess. I’m the new girl.

- One of two, it seems. I’m Mackie. I’m new too.

-Are you nervous? I am, a bit.

-A little, maybe. But also ready for what’s coming. – I reached inside the locker and grabbed a blue striped shirt and snow-white frock.

-You are so calm…. I wish I had that in me… I miraculously got this job and I need it to make a living and keep myself here.

- Are you here alone? I can tell you are not from New York.

- How do you know.

- You are different than a native new Yorker. In a good sense – I assured her when her face dropped – you seem more … open. Natural. Straight-forward. Not everyone would casually strike a conversation with the stranger.

-You are not a stranger. We are coworkers now, so I guess I want to be …. Friendly?

- It suits you – I smiled lightly – both the attitude and the outfit. Shall we go, now? Will is probably waiting for us downstairs.

-Yeah, yeah, let’s go. – she almost jumped to the door.

First meeting with Tess left me under impression that she was like a squirrel. Excited, energetic, optimistic. She wanted to prove herself. She was quick on her feet even though she did not exactly knew where it was leading her. Will was giving us a tour, showing the kitchen, introducing to the stuff, pointing towards the wine cellar and supply closet and Tess was just asking hundreds and hundreds of questions. Who? What? Why? Where? At some point she spotted one of the man silently sobbing in the corner and while I was rather focused on giving him his privacy she went straight at him.

-Are you ok? – Tess asked

-Of course I am. Why would I not be? – he immediately turned a bit aggressive and added some words in foreign language

- Hey, calm down, Russian boy – I stopped him as I understood some of it –from what I saw you don’t get much space for mental breakdown here so how about covering in the cellar, hmm? No one is there now.

- Mental breakdown – he scoffed – I’m perfectly fine as I am. And I am NOT hiding anywhere.

- Of course – I smirked – you are all good to go, right?

- Obviously – he scoffed again – silly question if I’m ok – he eyed Tess, who seemed hurt and confused and run towards his other duties.

- Why…?

- Not to smart off, but sometimes people just want to let whatever is in them out without causing a sensation. My guts are telling me that one needed it since he is probably the life of the party on every other day.

- How do you….? – she asked again but was hushed by Will, who came out of nowhere.

-Come on, girls, quit the chitchat, we have a meal to attend before the big night and if you skip it you will be on your feet all night with an empty stomach. Believe me, rumbling in a stomach is no good for reputation. – Come on! – he urged us towards the room where all the stuff was already feasting. Tess stopped amazed with the atmosphere of the place. Everyone was talking, laughing and feeling at ease. Me? Not so much. I just observed the faces. I was much better on one-to-one contact than dealing with a whole group. And it was not my intention to interrupt any of them and become the center of attention. Not in a million years. Tess reached for the plate but before she could get some food Will shoved her towards the smaller table full of the salt-shakers.

- You sit there. You are on your cutlery duty. You too, Mackie – he whispered and I was quick to follow. A second later, Howard came through the door holding a bottle of wine.

- Hello everyone – he spoke and everyone went silent.

-Hello, Howard.

-Big night tonight. And therefore I decided to let you have some treat as an incentive – he put the bottle down and one of the girls was eager to uncork it – try it – he briefly looked at me almost like he was trying to give me an incentive – who will tell me what sort of wine is this. I was quick enough to grab a glass before anyone else. I studied wine during my courses so this was a chance to show a bit of what I learned. Even if I risked being called show-off.

- I can taste mint. And green bell pepper. – I mumbled

- Would you mind speaking up, Mystery? – the same man we saw sobbing earlier exclaimed.

- Mystery? – I raised my eyebrows.

- Fits you well enough. Now, speak up!

- I think it’s Cabernet Sauvignon.

- It is indeed. Anything else you’d like to add? Or maybe someone else would elaborate? – Howard looked around

- Judging by the taste and hence the variation of the fruit it’s the French one. A bit sour, though, so probably year 2015 when the summer was particularly cold and the crops were slightly affected - some familiar voice spoke and I froze in place as I saw a certain blond-haired woman looking over at me above the shoulder of her coworker. Pretty sure, everyone saw me standing there like a deer in the headlights.

- Thank you, Simone – Howard smiled and forced me to sit down since I could not move by myself. A gentle push was just what I needed to get back to reality. – I did not open a 200 dollars bottle of champagne just to entertain you. You give it your best tonight. Good luck – and with those words he just left.

- Thank you, Howard! – he was chased by the stuff’s voices.

- What just happened? - Tess asked but before I could explain anything to her everyone stood up, making a lot of noise and started throwing dished into the bowl. We went from a peaceful atmosphere towards the crazy within a couple of seconds.

- Get it together, Mystery and new girl. You wash the dishes. Hurry. – Will appeared out of nowhere shoving us off.

- This nickname is gonna stick, right? – I asked gathering the dishes.

-Well, Sasha called it, so most probably – he shrugged.

- Great. – I blew a raspberry and followed him back to the kitchen.

***

It seemed like everything was on fire. Literally – the ingredients being prepared, everyone running around and shouting at each other preparing for the service…. Crazy, but I knew that from my past experience in the restaurant business so it was easier for me to deal with it. I just wished for a spare minute to talk to Simone, but she was out sight. Not sure if so busy or just avoiding me. But why would she avoid me? I kept those thought at bay and focused on the tasks. Tess however, acted like a typical overwhelmed newbie. Her eyes wide open, her hands trembling, hair and apron a mess.

-Tess – I looked at her to steady her – breathe, ok? Breathe. – she obediently took a breath.

- Everyone was new once – the one person I was looking for this whole time added as she grabbed Tess my her arms and fixed her hair and straps – you’ll get used to it, little one. – Hello, Mackie.

- Hello, Simone.

- Wonderful surprise to see you here – she smiled sincerely, just like I remembered.

- Same.

- We have to catch up after service. A glass of wine at my place, perhaps? You seem to know a lot about the beverage.

- Again: same. I underwent some culinary training before applying here so hence the knowledge. But I heard you learned it first- hand. France?

- Indeed – she laughed – but we will talk later, ok? A lot of work to do.

-It is. You are in your element thought, aren’t you. Loving the action.

- Well, you haven’t changed a bit. And already get a nickname. Mystery really does suits you.

-Wait, you know each other? – Tess asked

- Yes, from a childhood. We spend quite some time together as kids. Before Mackie and her parents moved – Simone looked over my shoulder at someone who was just entering the kitchen – at what time does your shift start, darling?

- Those are suggested work hours and fuck off, Simone. – when I heard that voice I turned around on my heels and smiled lightly when he spotted me too.

- Hello, Jake.

@pinksirensong @meganmayhem89 @anastacia-lynn @wardlow

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next: sneak peak of chapter 2

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make-me-your-animal · 1 year

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Sirens and Leppards

Part 1: opening night

"I think I'm gonna puke" Harper stated as the girls finished getting ready in the small dressingroom.

"Please for the love of god Harp do not" Bex hissed fluffing up her brunette hair and checking out her make up.

Rebel handed her counterpart her guitar giving her a soft reasuring smile. "What Bex ment to say is there's no reason to be nervous."

"No reason to be nervous?" Harper laughed humorlessly as she checked to make sure her guitar was in tune for the hundredth time that night. "We opening for def fucking leppard. This is like a wet dream come true. I mean they were half the reason we started this fuck show... my God do you think they'll watch our set?"

"Tenner says she'll pass out if she sees Joe" Gemma snickered adjusting her tits in the leather bralette. "Or suck his dick"

The guitarist turned the same color as her fiery hair and she opened her mouth to speak but Bex interupted her. "She will do no such thing"

"Ah yes your stupid rules"

"They aren't stupid Gemma" Bex insisted.

Before anybody else could argue anything diffrent there was a knock on the door. "Lets go ladies" their manager chris' voice rang out. The girls looked at each other for a final time before standing up.

They walked down the hall slowly. Each one by one taken to another location. When a tech handed Gemma her bass she turned to Amaya her bestfriend and the drummer of the band a final time. "Ready for this mate?"

"Are we ever ready?" The shy drummer grinned slightly.

"Nah, See you on the otherside"

Nobody ever really paid attention to the opener. But the band played hard and some of the die hard rockers seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Everything was a whirlwind of lights and sounds. It was always an adrenaline rush being on stage. The crowd screaming as the girls finished the 4th song in their set. The leadsinger moved to the egde of the stage smiling down at the crowd from beneath the curtains of her teased up brunette hair.

"Is everyone having a good time tonight?" She asked into the mic earning a deafening roar from the crowd. "I know we're having a good time. Let me take this moment and introduce you to the band. For anyone who hasn't figured it out yet we are the Sirens. To my left over here on guitar we got Harper reign." She gracefully gestured to the short redhead who took a quick bow. "On my right we have Gemma bell on bass guitar and rebel star also on guitar" the tall lanky blonde and curvy ravenette waved to the crowd.

"Back there hiding behind the set is our lovely amaya storm" amaya stood up blowing a kiss before flipping her wild blonde hair and sitting back on her stool.

Gemma strolled up to the front of the stage stooping slightly too speak into the mic. With the 7 inch platforms she wore she was atleast 6'9. "And last but certainly not least the voice of the siren herself Ms. Bex fox."

When the finished the last song and took their bows condom balloons and a few stray roses littered the stage. They darted off stage.

"Hold on ladies" joe elliott stated. He stood at the bottom of the stairs leading off stage. He was poking one of the stray inflated condoms with the toe of his boot before kicking it away . "Take a look out there again. Remember this moment" 5 faces turned back to the stage there was a few cheers and whistles still sounded out. They continued to watch as the curtain rose to block the stage and techs could start swapping equipment "This is your guys first big tour right? Finally out of the clubs and out in the world. Can only go up from here right?"

Gemma scuffed decending the stairs carefully. Joe had to look up at her even when they her on level ground. "No it could go down hill real fast" handing her bass off too a tech.

Harper bolted down the stairs and hugged Joe unphased by gemmas words. Her head barely coming up to his biecepes. He chuckled petting her hair for a second before pulling away. "Now go get cleaned up. We are taking you ladies out for drinks after the gig. Our treat"

Gemma had to bend down to kissed Joe on the cheek but he had to bend down to recieve pecks from the others. Bex just rolled her eyes when Joe look at her. "You'd have to pay me to lay my lips on you mate" she scowled before walking off.

Harper gave him a shy grin. "Shes not as bad as she seems I promise she's just very.... Bex"

" 's alright now go shower"

"Trying to tell us we stink?" Rebel teased.

"Nobody could put that much work into a set and not" He said shooing them away.

"Joe looked pretty chuffed" Gemma stated stripping off her leather top. It stuck to her skin making it hard to pull off. Then when she thought she was free It caught up on all her jewelery making it impossible to pull off.

"With what our proformance or harper hanging on him" Amaya stated helping the tall blonde untangle herself.

"Both"

"Would you two stop" Harper blushed.

"Come on harp you know we do it out of love" Gemma snickered finally free of her prison of chains and leather. She slowly peeled off her jeans leaving her in nothing but black lace panties as she headed for the showers. The other two followed her. Bex and rebel were already Showering.

"Yeah and what about phil" Harper snapped the grin on her face letting them know it was all for show. "You and him seemed to get pretty close during sound check"

Gemma shrugged. " He's a nice bloke. We kinda bonded over being vegetarian."

"And willing to flirt with a brick wall" Bex called from the other side of the showers. Gemma just flipped her the bird.

"Joes nice too. I think hes kinda charming" Harper stepped under the spray of water.

"Yeah if you like cavemen I supose" Gemma snickered everyone watched Bex tense up. She wasn't happy about all this talk about the headliners.

"You know what's nice about Showering in the venue?" Amaya stated lathering her hair in soap trying desperately to change the subject before Bex exploded.

"Horrible water pressure?" Rebel asked. Her thick dark hair had a horrible tendency to hold soap in it forever.

"We don't have to worry about our hair clogging the drains"

All the girls shuttered in unison at the idea of the matted hair and soap scum they had to pull out of the shower drain in their one bathroom apartment they shared just to take a shower But the tension was gone.

After Showering the girls all went about blowdrying their hair and putting on decent outfits. Then it was a game of sit and wait. Rebel even fell asleep for a couple minutes waiting for the guys.

Chris joined them after awhile handing out their room keys for the evening and congratulated them on a show well done. Gemma pocketed her and amayas key listening as the man rambled on about how proud he was of them. He was a great Manger but he was alittle more emotional then the average. Finally he left telling the girls his room number and to Just knock if they needed anything.

It was late when def leppard came off stage. Even later when they finished Showering and changing. But as promised all 5 of them showed up to the girls dressing room. Escorting them to the loading docks where they would beable to sneak out with out the crowds noticing.

Walking of course wasn't an option do to the amount of people swarming the area. So the bands were loaded into 3 diffrent black suvs. Gemma, Amaya, phil and steve in one. Both Rick's Bex and rebel in another. As per Gemmas suggestion leaving Joe and Harper alone in the final vichele. Bex complained about it but rebel pulled her away. Ensuring that nothing would happen in the 10 minute drive.

Phil and Gemma shared the back of the suv while Steve and Amaya rode in the front.

"Alright spill" phil stated the second the door was shut.

"Spill what?"

"Why were you so insistent that Joe and Harper share a vichele?"

"Because Harper has a thing for Joe" Gemma said.

his whole face lite up with child like joy. "Really?"

"Yes really so me and Amaya are trying to kinda Nudge them together a bit"

"That's brilliant" Steve grinned pulling a cigarette out and popping it in his mouth. He patted around his jacket before sighing. "Anyone got a light?"

Amaya handed him the zippo she carried in her purse. Steve thanked her with a soft smile.

"Bex will absolutely throw a fit about it" Amaya stated.

"Only if Joe sleeps with her" Gemma corrected.

"It's Joe. He'll atleast try to shag her" Steve grinned cracking the window and breathing the smoke out.

"You guys have a vow of chastity or something?" Phil asked resting his arm on the back of the seat. He eyed her curiously.

"Pretty much" Gemma sighed batting her eyes at phil.

"Shes being dramatic. We all decided it would be best to avoid sleeping with... well you lot" blush apeared on amayas face again as she avoided eye contact with everyone. Poor thing was always shy around people she didn't know very well. The second she was alone with her bandmates it was a completely diffrent story.

"Fuck that we stuff I had no say in this shit" Gemma stated.

"So you wouldn't be apposed to sleeping with one of us?" Phil grinned his hand brushing against the smooth material of her jacket.

Gemma just batted her eyes at him.

Amaya coughed awkwardly. "If you two are going to shag please don't do it here"

"And break Bexs rule?" Gemma gave her best 'who me' eyes. "I would never"

"Yes you would"

"She has a point" Gemma grinned turning her head to meet phils gaze. "I would"

"You would or your going too?" Phil raised an eyebrow holding her gaze.

"I guess that depends"

"On?"

"You"

"Would you two cut it out!" Steve and Amaya cried at the same time.

Harper sat silently watching Joe out of the corner of her eye. He was watching her with the upmost curiosity. She wanted to say something but what. She had posters of this man on her wall since high n dry came out 6 years ago.

Def leppard as a whole had really inspired the girls to become serious about their music. In the beginning the covered alot of their stuff.

"You ladies sounded great tonight" Joe said after awhile. Harper could kiss him just for breaking the awkward silence that surrounded them.

"Thanks" she smiled feeling more self conscious then normal.

"Are you alright luv?" He asked his green eyes narrowing. She seemed so bubbly and friendly earlier. Why was she acting so strange now?

"Oh yeah I'm just tired. It's kinda late."

Joe seemed content with that answer, turning towards the window and watching the traffic around them.

If you made it this far thank you -jasper

#def leppard #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fan fiction #phil collen #joe elliott #rick savage #rick allen #steve clark

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acapellasampler · 28 days

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How would your personal version of the goths be?

Honestly before I met Digi and we started threading together building Jade's friendship with his goths I didn't really have my own take I just saw them as a little found family but I'll do my best to add to that based off my brain (i know that may not make sense)

I feel like the entire found family would've started from Michael and Henrietta befriending each other in kindergarten after Michel's family moved to town and she was no longer the only (out) goth kid in town.

Due to being a year younger than them Pete was only in preschool and didn't really know what goth was until he stumbled across the other two one day when he skipped naptime (what a rebel am I right?) And found them smoking cigarettes Michael swiped from his dad.

Noticing a clueless baby bat without a flock the two took him under their wings, normally after school they hung out at Henrietta's so Michael eventually started bringing Pete along under the guise of babysitting him (like Hell Pete's parents would let their 6 year old just wander the town) and over time the trios friendship would start to be more like brothers and their sister.

Henrietta eventually dyes her blonde hair black in 4th grade and chops it in 5th grade when some bullies stick gum in it.

Pete would go on to start dying his hair in 4th grade and well Michael's hair is naturally black lmao he's fine.

A new goth kid shows up at school one day after a new family moves into the trailer park that Pete lives in, he's only in preschool pushing kindergarten but he's decked out in all black but most of the time his makeup is smudged most likely from him doing it on the bus. Pete is the one to meet the boy and bring him to the group, his name’s Virgil but due to him being scarily good at picking pockets they nickname him Firkle.

Pete takes over handling Firkle's makeup in the mornings until the kindergoth can do it without much help, he's closest to Firkle due to them both living in the trailer park like a trailer or 2 apart.

Stan wasn't a goth long enough to form anything other than a friendship where the 5 occasionally text and talk.

_________

I know he's not a canon character but I have to involve Elias for my sake

As the “main” stick of truth, new kid Elias was sent to recruit them to help retrieve the stick; he does so and takes them to the elves. He finds that he enjoys the soft goth genre and decides to actually be goth, he stays in contact with the 4 after the game even going as far as to eventually start watching Firkle for the boys parents (not really knowing he would normally just hang with the others) and the two would form a pseudo brotherly bond.

After Bradley left for his home planet Henrietta actually starts to see Elias as a little brother (he's a year younger than her) even allowing him to give her a nickname only he could use (he calls her Henni) and she's the only goth that calls him Eli

Between tsot and tfbw the 4 would learn about him being a hybrid, he'd essentially become the group emotional support dog (mainly Firkle's snuggle toy and an actual emotional comfort for Michael)

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Now just plain info cause why not

Henrietta is def a natural blonde

Pete I'm torn between redhead and brunette

Michael's hair is naturally black

Firkle is absolutely a daywalker and hides his freckles with concealer

Due to being great at pickpocketing Firkle is the one that gets their cigarettes

Firkle secretly loves stuffed animals and can't sleep without a particular teddy bear that Elias got him as a joke (a simple little purple teddy bear)

Michael slips into his mother's native tongue when he's pissed

The way Pete meets Jade is always the same

Pete and Firkle get clingy when they're tired or depressed there's a universal goth code of “shut the fuck up and cuddle them but tell no-one”

Michael doesn't care much for touch but will let the other 4 lean against him or will initiate touch with them

If someone sits lower than her Henrietta reflexively plays with their hair

Pete's ambidextrous but favors his left hand

Firkle has been carried by just about everyone due to being the second shortest goth

Pete's dating Mike Makowski

Firkle is in a poly with Ike, Karen, and Tricia

#my headcanons #sp goth kids #henrietta biggle #pete thelman #south park Michael #firkle smith #new kiddos #<- because I involved Elias

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theomnicode · 1 year

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OPM and Mob psycho parallels

I can't help but see parallels with current Psykos situation and Mogami's situation in Mob psycho. Both locked inside white rooms like dangerous mental hospital patients. Mogami was possessed by an evil spirit and OPM God spoke through Psykos and made her insane.

Once the father tells everyone there is a reward, the situation turns from helping Mogami to helping her just to get the reward for selfish purpose, not unlike Psykos was sold to the highest bidder for HA's selfish needs of acquiring money.

Then think about how Saitama plays rock paper scissors in his dreams. This was added in the anime version.

He also plays rock paper scissors in the OVA with Bang but keeps on losing.

Now I'm thinking Bang was probably "cheating" and reading his body movement, like Garou can read body movement, while Sai was trying to play fair. Bang wouldn't even need to try it on purpose, he could just beat Sai on that aspect instinctually because he has trained that for almost as long as he has lived.

Reigen in Mob psycho wins by conning everyone with a psychological trick instead. That or he too, actually read everyone's body movement intuitively, but that would be impossible with so many people around. So psychological warfare it is.

Can't forget that Saitama and Genos also make a cameo in this scene. Probably on purpose.

Come to think: why is Genos hair blonde by choice?

That would be a ridiculously uncommon hair in japan, so I'm here thinking he can't have been a natural blonde. Just like how his eyes don't have naturally black schlera and yellow eyes def ain't normal.

His hair colour comes off as bleached, if anything.

So if he bleached his hair while he was a teen and then became a cyborg and wanted to keep his hair blonde bleached and eyebrows too and changes his schlera to black and irises to yellow...

He would look very different from his 15-year old self.

Very much like Dr. Genus in fact.

It just so happens...that Genus has blue eyes, which is a recessive gene trait... and brown eyes is the dominant one. Just like in the cameo.

The Single Gene Trait There is one genetic variation, a human trait that has a single gene governing it, and that is eye color which is blue or brown. Brown eyes are dominant and blue eyes recessive.

*shifty eyes*

Almost like Genos has all these new looks to hide him from prying eyes.

And I bet it has something to do with Tsukuyomi and espers and them looking for espers as samples. For artificial espers and probably for some kind of gene pool too.

Might not be coincidental how Genos wanted psychic powers in OVA from Kuseno...

Be careful what you wish for.

#opm #one punch man #mob psycho 100 #parallels #opm meta #mogami #psykos #saitama #genos #dr genus #genes

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sunriseabram-death · 2 years

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okay I have a lot of opinions on neil’s hair?? for some reason??? so here

this is the most important one everytime I see someone say this I lose 10 years off my lifespan. neil is not a redhead. his hair is BROWN.

I don’t think his hair was badly dyed? like no one knew his hair was dyed until he came back from evermore without it. I keep seeing fics talking about his “obvious contacts and badly dyed hair” if his disguises were that bad he never would have made it 💀

curly hair. idc what anyone says this man has curly hair.

this might actually be the opposite of canon but I don’t think he ever dyed his hair blonde. I am a POC neil josten truther ‼️ I think he mainly dyed it varying shades of brown and black.

no he would not have dyed his eyebrows/eyelashes. he has brown hair 😃 so they would be dark enough to match with any hair color 😃

because he rarely ever bleached his hair it’s not badly damaged. like he’s a college boy I don’t think it’s the softest in the world because he def uses 2 in 1 but. it’s not fried 💀

I don’t think he cuts his hair post canon. like I see a lot of art with him having shaggy/longish hair in the first book and then having an undercut or whatever post tkm but. I personally think he keeps it longish. like I think he still likes hiding to an extent. also it’s cute.

I’ve read this concept in multiple fics but I don’t think he let anyone besides his mother cut his hair on the run. I’m not gonna get into my feelings on him and mary’s relationship cause we’ll be here all day but I don’t think he trusted anyone with scissors near his neck except her.

andrew’s the one that cuts his hair post canon 💕 andrew tries to get him to get rid of the shagginess and neil starts throwing clumps of hair at him. “I will stab you with these scissors” “I hope you find hair in your clothes for the rest of the year”

HE IS NOT A REDHEAD ‼️

#that’s about it 😌#aftg #neil josten #yeah. the redhead thing is one of my biggest pet peeves if it’s not obvious 💀#i wouldn’t normally care this much but I’ve seen people use that to try and disprove POC neil headcanons and like.#that’s not even canon 😭

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I dont know if you've done this already but have you drawn or made picrews/other programs with some of ur ocs? I've seen you describe them abit but I'm a bit curious to see how you actually imagine them to be

I haven't done a big post so I will use this ask to do one! I actually have descriptions for each character in a spreadsheet I've made to track all the info I have, I've made picrews, and I have two commissions done so far. This one for the mafia AU god squad and this one for when Corus and Mira met

Comm I got for streya <3

Comm of Delphia, Ash, and Alessia in Vampire AU

fanart of mira and corus

Below the read more is a description I have an at least one picrew I've made of each of my ocs! I made a lot of these a long time ago so I sadly don't have the links but I can def try to find ones if people want them!

Mira: pale skin with lavender hair and pink eyes. She has a natural red tint to her cheeks with a pink color for her lips. Her body is lean and muscular, reflecting the years of training she's had. In her streamer universe she has a lean form with slight muscle from casual workouts. When you first see her you wouldn't assume she's as tactful and agile as she is.

Kaya: black hair, brown eyes and brown skin. They have some freckles by their nose and mole under their left eye. While they usually share in some of Mira's training they retain a thin frame and appear petite at first glance. They look innocent at first, as if they have no understanding of darker sides to the world. In reality they have stared it in the face and continued with a smile

This heart one is an adorable comm from @graff-aganda gotten by @alarcomet

Ian: fair skin with blond hair and brown eyes. His face is covered in a dusting of freckles. He's a little shorter than average at first in his original universe. He has a lanky frame that some may even call scrawny at times. He looks younger than he is, giving an impression of early teens rather than close to an adult.

Delphia: pale white skin with emerald eyes that stand out against it. Her hair is a dark black, almost ebony. She's above average height in most universes with a thin frame. Generally she's pale to a concerning degree. Almost like you'd think she's dead if she held her breath. She appears innocent and naive by choice, if she changes to seem world weary it's best to listen Where it exists people might think she's a bit like snow white

Vincent: striking silver hair, usually tied back. He has one eye green like emeralds, the other purple like violets. Overall his features are striking, but the scars over his eyes stand out against his sepia brown skin. He's intimidating, usually holding a look of disdain or pointed disinterest. If he cares for you he will kill for you

Melody: around average height with pale skin and heavyset. She has long brown hair frequently put up in ponytails or braids. Glasses that hide the bags under her eyes and a bright red tint on her cheeks. She also has a single dimple mirrored by Caprice. She looks young and innocent as if the things she suffered never happened. Most often she wears jeans and dark colored t-shirts with a black hoodie

Caprice: fair pale skin with freckles, short brown hair, and brown eyes. He usually has an athletic build and a bit short for men. He doesn't need glasses and has a healthy look. He has a single dimple mirrored by Melody. He appears goofy and ignorant, a mask he wears that can fall away to someone who sees more than anyone would like.

Lilith: dark brown skin, red eyes, and naturally black hair. She likes to dye it purple. Overall she is adorable. There is always a possessiveness in her face if she likes you.

Corus: black hair long enough he can tie it in a small ponytail. He has blue eyes and tanned white skin. At first glance he looks tall with an average build at best, but he has a lot of muscle that you can't see. His way of dress hides the fact he's well built. It's a byproduct of ways he's tried to handle his anger issues through out the years. He looks like someone easy to take advantage of at first, but then his anger comes through and he's terrifying regardless of size.

Zeke: golden brown skin, green eyes, and red/orange hair. He looks welcoming and intelligent. Overall his build is a bit average but his arms reflect the manual labor his life usually requires. He's observant and quick to act. When it's viable he has glasses that help him see far away. Luckily he has no issues up close.

Mikhail: He has rich black skin, green eyes and long black hair. He has a lean frame that some would assume is from being consumed in his studies. Most of the time he needs glasses more specifically for reading. His size changing in his original universe does change his frame slightly. The bigger he grows the more imposing his build becomes and the opposite for smaller. He'd be bird like at Ian's size

Alessia: rosy white skin and a warm look to her face. She's chubby which hides the strength she's capable of. Her hair, which flows to the middle of her back, is the same color as the night sky and she has brown eyes that radiate kindness. Generally around average human height. Soft is a good way to describe her. As a goddess she is usually dressed in a golden suit of armor that still leaves her legs, arms, hands, and head free.

Rhys: sharp edges to his face, the tawny brown skin accented with salmon hair. His eyes change colors depending on mood, but he is most commonly seen with them at bright pink. He isn't too tall and has a stout form. When he's calm his features have him looking reliable. As a god he dresses for the times, frequently in the most common clothing styles of the era until more modern times.

Ash: appears intimidating. A sharp face with one green and one blue eye. Their brown hair is short almost shave. They have umber brown skin and, as a god, tend to wear something that looks like leather armor. It's more like a misviewed tunic. They are frequently considered to look like a warrior or soldier and mistaken for the god of war.

Vitus: ashen white skin and even whiter hair. His hair is a bit below his shoulders and usually tied back with enough left free to frame his face. He has striking emerald eyes and a stern gaze. He has an average build and appears normally to be around mid thirties to early forties in age. He's taller than most others. As a god he tends to wear a button up shirt and simple plain pants regardless of the era. As a human he has reading glasses.

Dabria: fair white skin that looks like she's spent a lot of time under the sun. She has ebony hair which seems to flow endlessly behind her and piercingly red eyes. Her round face almost always carries a small smile and radiates warmth. She has a chubby form and is happy to offer comfort to any who need it. As a goddess she tends to wear a simple black dress, as a human she wears darker colors and jeans unless it's more formal

Felix: a stocky build. He has golden eyes and short black hair that slightly frames his face. His skin is a warm beige. He looks judgemental and cold at first glance. His features give a calculating feeling. As a god he dresses ostentatiously, styles that mimic nobility or expensive styles of the era.

Sola: a soft tan to her white skin, something that makes her look to have spent long days out in the sun. Her hair is just a bit past her shoulders, a light blonde color with specks of blue and white. Her eyes like like the morning sky, bright yellow at the center for the sun. She dresses in bright colors and most often has her arms and legs uncovered. She appears childish like Luna. A round face, large eyes, and over all child like features. She is twins with Luna. She appears bright, outgoing, and loud, but tries to match those around her more than act freely.

Luna: pale skin that could remind you of moonlight. He has shoulder length hair that's black with specks of white like stars. As a god his eyes are almost mirrors of the night sky, but human leaves him with a deep blue. He dresses in dark colors that relate to the era. He looks childish, a round face, large eyes, and general child like features. He is twins with Sola. He appears shy and reserved, but just is soft spoken.

Ryder: the build of a soldier. He reflects his status as god of war in his stature. His eyes are silver and, as a god, his pupils are shaped like swords. He has a surprisingly kind look most of the time. His face is scared despite never being in battle, he also has some scars along his arms and torso. He has long black hair that reaches down his back and he tends to leave as is. He tries to appear ready to fight in any universe he's in despite his lack of actual experience and general reasons to fight.

Kyrie: warm beige skin and a chubby build. His hair and fins are black at first. Both will change later to mimic colors of the deep sea to aid in hiding from humans. His eyes are the same color as the deep sea giving him the best sight of the merfolk under water. His hair is long and reachs almost to his tail. He opts not to do anything to it much like Pelago. He can look intimidating when he smiles, large fangs poking out. He is technically not full grown until some time after he meets Melody and grows significantly from the size he'd been until then.

Pelago: slender with dark brown skin. She has scars over her face from years of abuse due to the colors of her scales. She has blond hair the is half the length of her body. Her scales are a bright white and define her as an oceanid. Her eyes match the colors of her scales and fins as white as well. She still holds a kind smile despite the way she's been treated in the past. Pelago looks the most human when she smiles, her smaller size leaving her no need for large fangs.

Byssal: fair white skin and a stout build. He has used his size to keep Pelago safe and appears intimidating. His hair is green and usually braided. When loose his hair is almost longer than Pelago He has green scales, fins, and eyes. He has some scales along his skin unlike Pelago. Byssal frequently wears a scowl and bares his fangs at anyone who isn't Kyrie or Pelago (later that grows to Melody and Caprice)

Streya: skin the same color of space, she'd disappear into the darkness without the stars. She wears a gown that looks like endless stars. Her eyes are a solid dull purple when she's not matching a planet, they change to match the planet she's mimicking. Her hair is long reaching down into the endless space like her gown. It's a base shade of black with glowing blue on the top and the tips. On the right side of her head her hair is a lighter blue. There's a hint of purple all throughout it. She has a plump form. She has a round face that almost always has a look of awe or curiosity

Meg: skin is pale and she wears simple earrings. Her hair is a light brown that falls just below her shoulders. She has brown eyes. She has a dusting of freckles on her face, she wears simple glasses. She has a thin frame with a round face. She dresses casually, a warm jacket with simple things. A necklace with a star on it and tends to have jackets with patches or pins for lgbt

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trixxiephantomhive · 2 years

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Okay so what's one angry fretboard? 👀

Oooo this one is one of my Stoner!Luka fics (so skip this one if you're someone who doesn't like that series)

it's on of the ones where he actually is trying to pull himself together

I got the prompt "fret" from somewhere, and rolled with it, It's not edited in the slightest and it's def on the chopping board (aka things I delete or completly re-write

“Hey, hey, don’t fret okay? They’re going to love your music.” Marinette hugs Luka. Trying to reassure the restless and anxious boy. “I don’t know.. I’ve been turned away before.. Every time before.”

Marinette sighs and pats his head “You haven’t tried in over a year”

Luka turns away to pout “yes and getting rejected and sending me back to weeks of not leaving my room level depression is something I like to repeat”

“Luka, they’ll love your music! This is where Jagged started out” Luka stands and starts to pace, “yes but.. I’m not Jagged, I’m his half-witted son”

“You are NOT half witted luka!!”

“..whatever- y’know-” Luka gets cut off by a lady with strawberry-blonde hair and a blue pantsuit “Luka Couffaine? They’re ready for you.”

Luka’s eyes go wide as he nods “A-alright, Merci..” He looks back at marinette and she gives him a reassuring smile.

He heads into the offices to see if they’ll sign him to the label. Jagged's old label. He knows it’s just for publicity, he swore that after his mom he would pay the bills with this stupid guitar.

Less than an hour later he walks out, a slight slump in his gait. Barely even glancing at his girlfriend before leaving the building.

“I’m not the right sound or look. I wouldn’t sell. This is fucking bullshit.” He sits in the car and slams his head against the wheel.

Marinette gently sits next to him and pats his shoulder. His eyes snap up to her “sorry.. I lost my temper a bit..”

“Luka, One, it is stupid, but you’ll find a way. And Two, you don’t need to always control your emotions with me. I’ve seen you at your worst. Stoner boy”

He groans but it turns into a chuckle. I know.. But still it’s so.. Every rejection feels like my ma telling me that my music isn’t good.. Or real music.”

“Your “Ma” is an insane metalhead who made your life miserable. You’re not dealing with that anymore. You also don’t need to write music you think she’d like. I’ve heard some of the recent stuff.”

Luka slams his head on the wheel again. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Lets just go home”

The pair drives home and he walks inside and immediately finds himself a gummy worm. The special gummy worms. He slurps down two and leans back on the couch. Marinette sighs as she watches him and finds a fresh roll her mother dropped off. She tosses it to him. His reflexes not delayed yet, He catches it

“Not on an empty stomach Couffaine”

“When will you be a Couffaine?” The Blue eyed girl blushes and looks at the wall “Just eat the bread luka.”

“At least it's yummy.” Luka eats the bread and lays down, waiting for the high to hit him, it comes on not too much later and he starts mumbling some random things.

Eventually he gets up and turns on the sink, then just stares at it, the water running seeming to inspire something, so he pulls out his ever present notebook, which is completely Identical in skin to the brown leather bracelet ever present on his wrist. Two things, hiding his only secrets.

Marinette, After mentally questioning him, leaves for work. Her fashion business took off after taking over the spot of the once renowned brand Gabriel.

Meaning she works a lot, and with juleka in charge of all her models, and owning her own hair salon with Rose, Luka tends to get left at home, and feel a bit like the families dead weight

#wip #stoner luka #luka couffaine #tw stoner

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emcscared-whumps · 2 years

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WiJ 2022 - 13: Share a Sneak Peek of Something You're Working On

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A snippet of a chapter of Shifting Phases ;) I may've already sent this snippet to a few people, but I've changed a lot and it was a long while ago (and it was possibly in fragments), but it's still one of my favourite portions, and I would love to share it with others who may not have seen it yet.

The red sections are bits I'm still uncrinkling so, gl with that.

I'll def be getting day 12's prompt out at some point soon, but definitely before the end of the month lmao, it's just, taking a bit bc of the way my brain insists on doing it (read: trying to do the 2 most tricky parts at the same time)

CONTENT and WARNINGS: Non-human whumpee, mer/shifter whumpee, (school) bullying mention (all characters 18+), mild concussion/head injury, dehumanisation/animalisation, treatment of whumpee like property, rejection, needles (belunae-specific tranquiliser dart, fear and paralysis more than anything), drugging. This one goes a bit hard on the emotional shit, so, hell yeah. This shit was fuckin harsh.

wc: ~1.2k

With a sudden jerk, the van came to a stop.

The drive itself had been mere minutes. At least, to Pete’s hazy mind, it felt that way. The gentle hills that rolled his limp body were much like those of the road that he rode to school, and as if his mind sensed his desire to be elsewhere, he saw the flower filled moors. They were beautiful in the summertime, filled with bright green grass and vivid heather blossoms. He could feel the fresh breeze run its cool fingers through his hair, taking his worries away.

For a time, he could live without a care in the world.

A sharp pull on his cuffed wrists brought Pete back to the surface, back to reality. The summer had faded, replaced by the cold floor of the van, and the hushed chatter of the hunters. They pulled again, harder, but to no avail—the way they’d dragged him in made it difficult to get him out again, since their hands found no purchase on the slippery scales that covered his tail.

His eyes focused a little, and he could only just make out their hazy silhouettes, but one’s strained, irritated tones were clear; “How heavy is this thing?”

“Get Nelson to drag it if you morons are too weak,” came the venomous, silken voice of the blond hunter. He seemed like the leader… He barked, “NELSON!”

There came a flurry of footsteps, and this time, a strong set of hands lifted Pete from the floor of the van and set roughly on the cobbled street. The warm lamplight was harsh on his eyes, and he blinked a few times before he could make out the familiar building beyond the small garden in front of them.

A small set of stairs led up to the door of a terrace…

His terrace.

Home.

The leader strode to the door, “Bring it up,” he said.

In seconds, the hunters were on him again. They grasped him by his coat shoulders and hauled him up the steps with strained grunts, keeping him there, dangling in the air with nothing to hold himself up.

Pete squirmed and twisted sharply. With his bound, webbed hands, he grabbed sleeve, earning himself a slightly repulsed look.

“N-n-nno, no, no pl-please,” he begged, “don’t—d-don’t do this, leave h-her out of this ple—"

A sharp slap cut his please short. “Shut it, belunae,” the leader snarled, before turning to rap harshly on the door.

Pete’s long, pointed ears drooped with dread, and he released the hunter’s sleeve, balling up his hands and weakly cowering, shielding his ears in one last feeble attempt to hide what he was.

It wouldn’t matter in a few minutes.

The door clicked open, releasing a gush of warm air into the night. In the doorway stood ma.

“Where’ve you b—” she started before yelping when the weaker two hunters tossed Pete to her feet. He connected hard with the unyielding stone doorstep, landing on bruised and broken ribs, the impact drawing a thin cry of pain from tight lungs.

“Your son,” Johnstone said with pause.

The hunters stood over Pete’s long form effectively, trapping him with the unspoken threat of trampling him.

Without so much as a glance at the strangers on her threshold, Kate dropped to her knees, tears stinging her eyes.

“Pete! What—what on earth happened to you, oh—” she said, tenderly wiping away the blood and grime from the cut on his head, “they hurt you bad didn’t they, Burton and his friends, it was them, wasn’t it, it always is… You never tell me anything anymore…” she stated sadly tilting his head up.

One hand cupped Pete’s cheek while the other worked its way through his hair, and her searching gaze through his tear-filled eyes.

He couldn’t stop a hiccupping sob escaping. Her hands were so gentle over his scalp, checking for more grazes. He wanted to close his eyes, to lean into his ma’s touch and cry his worries away and be held in her arms, like she used to when he was young, but he knew he couldn’t have that. Not when her hand reached his, and her expression changed from sadness to one of horrified confusion.

She pried his chilly hands from his hair, thumbing the cold metal cuffs that encircled his wrists. “Pete...?” she said in a quiet, high voice, “What are those? Are—are they cuffs…?!”

Tears finally spilled down his cheeks.

“’m s’rry ma,” he sobbed, unfurling his arms and desperately trying to worm forward to safety.

She watched, sickened by the sight of Pete’s webbed hands, reaching for her, the doorframe—anything to get him away from the hunters.

“Ma—Ma pl-pl-please, I’m s-s-s-sso sorry—I—I n-need help, help—” he choked, “please let-t go, let me go ple—”

An indistinct glimmer caught Kate’s eye. In the dim lamplight, she caught glimpses of the strange, inhuman movement of her son’s—the belunae’s—long body as he—it—squirmed forward, reaching for her hand.

“Ma, help, ‘m s’rry,” he whimpered between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

She swatted Pete’s arm away with a frightened, disgusted yell, and the leader caught his hand under the tread of his boot. He knelt, and grabbed a fistful of ratty auburn hair, and slammed the side of his head into the ground.

Pete cried out, he writhed with panic and tried to get up, but his efforts were swiftly quelled by the other two hunters that dropped and pinned his hips and tail.

“Katelyn Spencer,” he said, “your son is a dangerous belunae that we have just apprehended. Based on your familial relations, we are also taking you into our custody—”

“That,” she hissed, “is not my son.”

A strange hush fell over the hunters.

“Wh—…M-Ma..?” Pete stammered, shock staying his tears. “I—I d-don’t und-derstand—"

“Don’t dare call me that ever again. You’re a lying monster, you USED me! Now GET OUT!”

Pete cried out again. His heart splintered. Fear, confusion, and pain wound a tight knot in his stomach, making him nauseous, terrified, and distraught all at the same time. He twisted and struggled hard against the hunters, adrenaline filling his body, and tears streamed down his cheeks,

“N-no PLEASE—” he sobbed.

“OUT!”

. The leader growled at him, “Quit your pathetic whining, it’ll get you nowhere.

“Please—please… pl... plea… nn…”

The terror in Pete’s eyes dulled, and he fell slack in their arms as the effects of the art settled in. When the door slammed, but Pete didn’t flinch, even though it shook him to the core.

“That’s… that’s just cruel, man, and that’s coming from a hunter,” said.

“Hm,” the leader hummed, “it’s a shame that woman is not its birth mother… no matter,” he chuckled. “One of this rarity is more than enough to force that moron DePetro’s hand. That pitiful excuse for a man has already made himself reliant on us. It’s pathetic, really,” he spoke the name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

With a dismissing wave, he said, “Greene, Elmer. Take it to back to the van and strip it. Clothes look ridiculous on a demon like that. It won’t be needing them.”

“Sir,” they said in unison.

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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heyy , i hope you’re having a good day/night !! id like to request a male jjk matchup please

my mbti type is intp and i’m a virgo. when it comes to love language id say acts of service and physical touch. i just love helping out the people i care about and to me physical touch really shows that i’m comfortable with a person !

my pronouns are she/her, i’m 5’2, i have long curly dirty blonde hair and green eyes

around people i just know all that well, i tend to be really quiet/shy just because i’m awkward or can even come off a little mean but once i really get to know someone i don’t shut up, i’m always telling someone about something or talking about this or that 😭. i’m sarcastic/ have a drier sense of humor. for interest/ hobbies i loveee doing art, listening to music and reading! i’m a big fan of reading anything philosophical or thrillers and same goes with movies n shows. some of my favorite places are bookstores, diners and arcades !

i really don’t have a type, i wouldn’t mind if a s/o is different from me or similar just someone who i enjoy being around and 100% can be myself with. ( but they def have to make me laugh i can’t be the only funny in the relationship 😞🙄 )

ahh sorry i this was too much, thank you so much in advance !! :)

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

Toge Inumaki

Toge is very quiet, yes, mostly about his technique and limited vocabulary. But even with strangers, she will not say a single word. Even the weirdest one. He won't say anything that will make it very awkward. Even though this is his only fast communication option, he won't say anything because he knows people will be staring at him like he's weird.

Even though his vocabulary mostly means very little. Just confirmations or denials and stuff.

He seems mean and also in awkward situations, really ignorant. People, why can't nobody not judge him right away?

From the beginning, you can think that she will not have a common language with him and it is better to let go of further attempts to become friends.

Who knows him knows that he is very kind and understanding. He would like to talk, but cannot. He is nice and willing to help, also to get to know others.

He listens to everything and tells you how he feels about it. He can determine whether he thinks of it negatively or positively.

He has a sense of humor, but his jokes are sometimes weird. He doesn't have to be funny, but he tries. Sometimes he exaggerates and his behavior is really strange. Same as putting on a skirt… But at least you can laugh at it, and it shows that he is not numb and can have fun.

His behavior is very social. He can do anything for anyone.

He likes a little peace, but mostly prefers to be with others. He likes to have friends.

Besides, any entertainment is fun for him.

He makes his loved ones laugh and likes to be funny. He never wanted people to consider him a person who didn't smile. He doesn't like to pretend to be someone he is not.

Headcanon:

• In a relationship, he cannot say that he loves you. It always shows. Hug you, even kiss you softly on the cheek, forehead or even kiss you on the lips. Even when he blushes himself, he likes to see you blush.

• When walking with a mouth mask or cloth, he is more capable of walking with your hand. It's not like he's gonna hold your hand lightly. As he walks, he squeezes his fingers with yours and pulls you close to him.

He wants to show his masculine side and pulls you towards him, putting his arm around you.

•He is gentle and likes to cuddle. And with you, he pulls down all the barriers and just reveals the marks on his face. He doesn't even mind if you trace the circles next to his mouth with your fingers. Even though he doesn't like showing them, he feels comfortable touching his face and seeing him as a normal person.

• He doesn't like to hide anything from you. Therefore, even with a smile, he brings his face closer to your fingers. And when he closes his eyes, the feeling looks so sweet. At the same time, he loves to lie on your lap when you can play with his hair or stroke his skin.

• His strangest behavior, which can also seem cute, is that he often puts his hand on your head.

• When you ask him for something, he'll get it. Maybe not right away, but whenever he's around for something you want, he'll bring it to you. Same with bringing you new books and taking care of your well-being. He will bring a new movie and food for you.

• He is very caring and tries to show affection at every moment. He wouldn't want you to feel unloved or rejected. He will always be there.

• It is not possible for him to interfere with your reading, and even to read something himself. He will probably be reading manga.

Or he will try to draw you on a piece of paper to give it to you as a gift, but he may not get it. He can't draw so nicely…

• Watching thrill movies with him can get you into it. It is interesting for him, and it is definitely better than watching the scariest horror movie.

• When you are going to eat something, it won't be the same over and over again. Of course, he has his favorite restaurants or fastfood where he loves food. But he will try to eat everything and everywhere because he likes new flavors.

This is the same as trying out any entertainment that may go on with you.

• With him, everyone can be themselves. Nobody has to pretend to be someone they are not. He is a very understanding man and accepts everyone as he is. There are no exceptions for him. He will treat everyone the same. Friendships. There is no chance that he will move someone away from him. Unless the person himself does not want to be close to him.

• He will definitely be loved and kind. He will make you feel safe with him and that you are really in a relationship with him. Relationship He won't just act like a friend. He won't be your boyfriend who is just a friend. He will be much closer, and he will act like that. It provides a lot of comfort and gives a lot of love. He will always help you in suspense. Ask him for everything and he will be there for you forever.

"Tuna" *he give you a piece of paper with a little blush on your cheeks*

*Your face is painted on a piece of paper that he has been trying to make for a long time, with the words „I ♡ You”*

"Salmon" *he smiles making a heart out of her fingers before he hugs you*

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen matchups #jjk x you #anime matchup #jjk headcanons #inumaki #inumaki x y/n #jjk inumaki

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