#kinda lmao i dunno leave me alone
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5sos!reader is genuinely one of my fav tropes omg?? i would love it if you could do smth along the same lines for luke <3
omg i’m so sorry this took me so long to get out. i was pondering on ways to make it perfect since this was such a general request, (i wrote 3 separate stories and hated all of them) but i hope y’all love what i came up with !!! <3
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crowd pleaser. [l.h.]
omg i love this gif
bandmate!reader x Luke
in which the final show of tour calls for some ~celebration~
ended this one hella abruptly i’m sorry— i ran out of steam & wanted to get this out LMAO
CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, pet names, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking, exhibitionism (kinda)
WORDCOUNT: 3.8k
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“How long until soundcheck?”
The disembodied voice gives you a fright, but when you snap around to see your boyfriend standing at the door frame of your dressing room, your startled face morphs into a smile.
“Scared the shit outta’ me,” you mumble, turning the pegs of your guitar until each string was in tune.
“I asked a question,” Luke chuckles, skipping past your chair to lean against the wall across from you.
“Dunno’. Maybe you should’ve looked at the clock before you came in here and bothered me.”
You bite back a smile, finding it hard now to concentrate on getting your guitar in tune. Luke steps behind your chair, anchoring his hands on your shoulders. He starts slowly massaging your neck, pressing his thumbs into the pesky knot that you can never seem to reach.
“Someone’s grumpy today, eh?” You could hear his pout, just by his voice alone.
“Not grumpy, no. Just— tryin’ to get shit done so I have some time to get my shit together before the show.”
Today was the final day of tour. Fifty shows, more countries and states than you could count; it felt surreal to say that you’d been traveling across the world to do what you loved most, let alone doing it beside four of your best friends.
The adrenaline level was high in everyone but yourself. You had decided that today would be the one day where you actually planned out your schedule, to allot some time for the emotions that are bound to flood when you realize that this would be your last time performing with your band for a while.
To put it simply, you wanted to lend yourself some time to cry. In a good way.
“You’re so tense baby,” Luke grumbles softly, digging his thumbs into your shoulder blades, “Want a drink or somethin’?”
“No, I’m good.” You give your guitar one final tweak before setting it down on its stand beside you.
“You sure? I’ll take a shot with you right now. C’mon. Let’s do it. One and done.”
“Luke, please,” you laugh, fully turning around in your seat to give him a good look, “It’s like, 3pm.”
“Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere. Plus, the boys and I may have already ripped back a shot for some confidence.”
You roll your eyes, and Luke bends down to rest his elbows against the back of your chair. His lips are now level with yours and are just dying for a kiss.
“Confidence? Please. You boneheads would use anything as an excuse to get plastered. I swear, you and Cal would pregame a doctor’s appointment.”
Luke seems to read your mind, as he does quite often, and steals a quick kiss after your rambling is done with. His sandy blonde curls flop in front of his eyes, but you’re quick to tuck them behind his ear.
“Baby, come on. This is the finale. We’re supposed to be celebrating!”
“I think we both know that you and I have way different ideas of what it means to celebrate.”
You couldn’t help being so stubborn, it was instilled in you since birth. But Luke made it his mission, as your partner, to do anything in his power to get you to change your mind. And most, if not all of the time, he was quite convincing.
It takes you a few minutes to stand up, after Luke had kindly stepped in front of your dressing room door to basically block you from leaving. There was virtually no escaping his request for a pre-show shot.
But who says you can’t negotiate?
“Y’know babe,” you begin nonchalantly, twisting a lock of your hair between your fingers as you approach Luke’s large, lanky stature, “I have a proposition for you.”
His eyebrows quirk in challenge, “Alright, sure. Since you won’t do a shot with me— Let’s hear it.”
You take a moment to admire him in his silky black button down. The way his braided silver choker sat just above his collarbone and glistened beneath the overhead lamps was making you swoon. You were the one that got him into wearing jewelry, painting his nails, dousing glitter onto his cheeks and eyelids; a bit of self expression. You’d told him that it would help with his stage presence, which was some advice he definitely needed at the start of this tour.
And of course, he took a liking to it. The same way he did with you.
“What if we did something else to celebrate?”
You step closer to him and press your index finger against his chest, trailing it down and catching it onto the top button of his shirt. His eyes bounce between your wandering digit and your face, as he urges you silently to continue.
“Something else, hm? Like what?”
“We could— pass some time.”
His body tenses up the moment you make a sly effort to undo that top button. Short, staggered breaths begin to leave his throat as you continue to taunt him with your stare.
“I’ve always been intrigued by pre-show quickies.”
Luke’s eyes widened at your brutal honesty, ocean blue pricked with sparkling icy streaks that had undoubtedly shifted into something a bit darker. You bite your lip, he returns, and it takes everything inside of him not to pull you in closer.
“Really?” he stammers slightly, the back of his knuckles grazing your midriff, “Since when?”
“Since I saw how fuckin’ sexy you looked in that shirt this morning.”
Luke smacks his teeth, tilting his head to the side and reinstating that dominant air he holds over you so well, “Well, I’m not— opposed to the idea, baby…”
You hum in reply, the only thing you’re capable of thinking about is how his hands felt crawling down to your hips.
“…But just so you know, we only have about twenty minutes ‘till call time.”
“So you did know how much time we had, you fuckin’ liar.”
He chuckles quietly, before pulling you into him and pressing his body against yours, “I just wanted an excuse to come bother you. You should know me a bit better by now.”
It was getting harder to just stand there and stare at your boyfriend’s pretty face— his big cerulean eyes and deep set dimples that made you want to just grab him by his cheeks and tackle him down to the floor. But you’re stronger than that. You started this dance, so you might as well keep up.
“I think twenty minutes is plenty of time,” you try your best at sounding confident and sensual, knowing that if he were to move his hand an inch closer to your thigh, you’d fold like a wet paper towel.
“Really?” He muses, subtly stepping you back further into the room.
“Yup.”
“You’re awfully confident.”
It was now a battle of who could keep the eye contact the longest without getting distracted. Now that there was a set time constraint, the stakes had raised ten fold.
“I think we could do better than twenty minutes. How’s fifteen? Maybe even ten?”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, gorgeous…”
In a daze, Luke spins you around and suddenly has your back pressed against the wall. You could practically feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs as his hand travels up your chest and loosely grips the base of your neck.
“…You know I like to take my time.”
A quiet moan slips past your lips as Luke begins a trail of sultry kisses down your jaw, to the base of your collarbone. He kept his grasp on you firm, yet still loose enough for you to slip out if need be.
“Mmmh, baby—” you chirp, your head angling back to give him better access to the sweet spot of your neck, “the door.”
He pops his head up for a moment, only to take your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, and stare you down with those cool baby blues.
“The door? Who gives a fuck about the door? Let ‘em hear it.”
You can’t really argue with that, so you just go limp in his arms as he continues to taunt you with his lips and tongue. He takes his free hand and grabs ahold of your thigh to prop it up against his hip.
What was once a journey of hickies and love bites had now transformed into a steamy make-out session. Luke groans into your mouth each time your hips swivel forward to meet his groin— you could barely contain the sounds that were echoing past your lips and bouncing off the walls of your dressing room.
You take a moment to catch your breath as Luke tugs at the hemline of your top.
“This. Off. Now.”
“Mmkay,” you sigh dreamily, following orders as it was now clear that Luke had taken the reins.
You manage to wrangle his lips off of your neck for a moment to allow you to peel your shirt over your head. But that split second felt like an eternity for Luke; for he had been dying to get his hands on you all morning and the last thing he wanted was to bother you.
But once you’d given him the signs that ‘bothered’ is the only thing you wanted to be, he didn’t think twice.
“Fuck, baby— been thinkin’ about you all morning,” Luke mumbles through his teeth, taking in the sight of your bare chest and simple black bra.
“Have you?”
“Mhmm. ‘Been thinkin’ about why my girl’s been so grumpy today. Guess she just needed a bit of attention, hm?”
Luke’s condescending words send a chill down your spine, along with that wandering hand of his. It had traveled towards your navel and hooked to the waistband of your skirt to pull you in even closer.
The only word you could muster was a simple curse word, a ‘fuck’, for good measure. But Luke didn’t seem satisfied with that reply.
“Is my girl gonna talk to me? Or am I just gonna stand here n’ talk to myself until she finds it in her to answer me?”
“Luke,” you whine his name yet still, his thirst isn’t quenched.
“C’mon baby— I know you can do it. You gonna’ beg for me? Like you always do?”
Your eyelids flutter closed in bliss, your hands on their own beating path towards the waistband of his skinny jeans. You could hear him tsk in disapproval before his hand is softly tapping against your cheek.
“Keep those eyes on me, pretty girl. Don’t think you can finish what you started?”
The moment you open your mouth to reply, you’re whipped out of this dreamlike state by a knock at your door frame.
“Ten minutes ‘till stage. We need everyone in the wings for a company meeting.”
The panic in your eyes immediately transfers over to Luke, who had flinched only slightly upon hearing your manager’s voice. You roll your lips inward, fighting a giggle yet still feeling vulnerable from the position Luke was holding you in.
“You got lucky, baby,” Luke leans down to whisper into your ear, “Saved by the bell.”
You eventually find enough confidence to tease, “Who says we can’t finish this later?”
“Uuuughhhhhh.”
He whines into your neck, his head hanging low and knocking against the wall with a disgruntled huff. You could tell by the way his body language changed that he was rather disappointed.
“Don’t whine, you sound like a child,” you giggle, playfully shoving his slouched body and sending him stumbling backwards.
With a bit of a fight, Luke groans, before picking up your shirt and handing it to you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do. “Promise we’ll pick this back up later?”
You bite back a smile, and pull your shirt over your head. He physically winces once you fully put it back on.
“I promise. It’ll be like we never even left.”
After a moment of pouting and rolling his eyes, Luke fixes himself in your mirror beside you, gathering his thoughts and shaking his head clear as the two of you bicker about the impending final show.
“Maybe I’ll give you a little special something after the show tonight. My treat,” Luke announces proudly, fixing the collar of his shirt.
“Your treat? I’m intrigued.”
You let your mind run rampant as you sling your guitar over your shoulder, admiring your pretty boyfriend through the mirror as he fluffs his hair and double checks his eyeshadow.
“Mhm. But— only if you’re good. Gotta’ see you giving it your all out there.” Luke takes a wide step to tower over you, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Oh please Luke, I’m always good. Good to you, good to the band— I basically have sex with the crowd every night.”
“Don’t go making me jealous now, baby,” he muses, “I’ll see you out there.”
Luke’s flirty goodbye is topped off with a kiss to your cheek, before he’s saluting you and waltzing out of the door like nothing even happened. You can’t help but stand in his place in awe, fiddling with the neck of your guitar impetuously as the thought of him floods your mind even more so than before.
This was about to be the longest fucking show of your life.
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It was just about eleven and the show finally had come to a close with an encore.
To say that the energy was through the roof was an understatement; the crowd was consistently feeding off of the band and the last thing you wanted to do was to leave it behind. But, of course, you were dragged away by the fall of the curtains and the eruption of colorful confetti.
You blew kisses, gave hugs, and even managed to find some time to toss a few guitar picks down by the barricade. But what you weren’t expecting was followed after curtain fall, when your boyfriend had decided to scoop you and your handful of picks up bridal style, and run you offstage like a bullet.
“Baby, you were amazing out there,” Luke whispers hurriedly into your ear, still holding you tightly in his arms as he barreled down the hall away from the wings.
“Luke, where are we—?”
Your question is cut off abruptly by him tipping you over and planting you back onto your feet. It took you a second to regain your balance but in the moment that you did, Luke had you pinned against the cinder block wall of the backstage area.
The gaze in his eyes was ravening, restless— his pupils were shaking and his once crystal irises had flitted to a deep indigo hue. Your breath catches in your throat as he tries to collect his own, still carrying the fatigue of running with you in his arms.
“I owe you— something special,” his words are chopped up by staggered breathing, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. You reach up between your temperate bodies to wipe it away.
“You could’ve at least given yourself a minute to relax after the show, Lu,” you console softly, but Luke shakes his head frantically.
“No, no— no. Had— had to get you here. Now. Want you— right here.”
“Right here?” You whisper back, glancing over his shoulder at the empty hallway.
“Yes. Right here. Please, baby. Been dying’ to get my hands on you. Got me so fuckin’ worked up out there… Felt like I was suffocating.”
You watch your boyfriend's face flash a plethora of different emotions; tired, hungry, desperate, lovesick. All of the things you were feeling throughout your little pre-show rendezvous.
“O-okay… If that’s what you wa—”
“Do you want to? We don’t have to, I’m just— I couldn’t wait to touch you, baby.”
His voice trembles as he whines desperately, leaning closer into your ear with each syllable. It’s hard to ignore his vehement pleading, especially since you’d promised to pick up right where you had left off.
As you’re about to give him the okay to proceed, he flushes his body against yours. You could feel the rock solid erection that was held captive by his restricting uniform skinny jeans, and the feeling of it almost brought you to moan.
“Feel what you do to me, gorgeous? Can you feel how fuckin’ hard I am for you? Want you— want you everywhere, baby.”
In a daze you’re nodding and in no time, his lips are on yours like a magnet. It had become a frenzied jumble of clumsy touching and groping in a matter of moments, a few excited giggles slipping past your lips and knocking into his.
“Fuck, baby— So good to me, y’ always are.”
“Luke, please—”
You give him the signal and soon enough, you’re being shimmied out of your panties beneath your skirt.
Luke makes a sly face, taking your lacy intimates and shoving them in his back pocket. “For safekeeping,” he whispers playfully, before pulling you back into that hungry kiss.
His weathered palms traversed beneath your shirt and slid up and down your sides; poor Luke couldn’t decide where to place his hands. But regardless of his indecision, his touch felt transcendent.
“Gonna fuck you so good, pretty girl,” Luke mumbles into your ear, making sure to nip at the nape of your neck and a bit of your earlobe to get your blood pumping.
You could already tell that you were wet. Soaked, even, just by the hurriedness of this all. The rush you were experiencing was feeding into that leftover adrenaline from the show. You truly had zero complaints.
“Oh my God,” you whine, as Luke takes his time to mark up your neck, “Please, baby? C-can’t wait much longer.”
“That’s my girl,” he retorts, taking his hands and cupping your cheeks delicately as your body language begged for the feeling of him, “So polite, like always.”
Your hands had made their way to unzip his jeans and caress his bulge above the briefs that held it, whining softly as your fingertips graze a wet mark left on the fabric.
“Mhhh, messy,” you bumble, slowly tracing your thumb across the spot of precum.
Luke hisses in pleasure, a smile forming at the end of his cry, “See what you do to me? I’m a fuckin’ mess for you, pretty.”
You couldn’t find it in you to respond coherently as he guided your hand to slip his cock from out of his underwear. On instinct, you wrap your fingers around his length and slowly begin to pump him between your bodies.
A moan rumbled through Luke’s chest and suddenly the wetness pooling between your legs was becoming an issue. Each touch of his dick and caress of his hipbone was becoming more and more despairing. Like your essence was simply falling apart beneath his fingertips.
“Gotta get my girl up here,” Luke grunts, moving his hands towards the backs of your thighs and gripping them tightly, “Jump.”
You do as you’re told, jumping up and locking your ankles around Luke’s back as he feeds into your desires with more love bites and bruises. Your back was flush against the wall, with just the right amount of space for Luke to line his cock up with your entrance.
“Look at you. My little rockstar. Put on one show and now you’re lookin’ for an encore?” He jokes with you tenderly, yet the bigger half of you was more desperate for him than anything else.
“What can I say, baby? I’m a crowd-pleaser.”
You steal his reply with a rough kiss, hoping to distract him enough not to let him notice the rips and tears that your nails were dragging along his silk shirt.
He pulls away from you, staring deeply into your eyes like the two of you were the last two living humans on Earth. Your boyfriend definitely had an affinity for eye contact, no matter the scenario.
The notch in his brow deepens as he adjusts your body, prodding your entrance with his tip and drawing a soft whine from your throat.
“So wet for me baby— just couldn’t wait to soak my cock, hm?”
Luke also had a thing for asking you questions, the call and response deeply feeding into his bedroom-dominant persona.
“Yes, Lu— fuckin’ soaked for you. Played the whole show thinking about you fucking me...”
“Is that right?” he quizzes, leaning in quickly to nip at your bottom lip and pull it away from your teeth.
You hiss at the sharp pain, tasting a bit of metallic on your tongue, “Mhm. Honest. Had to give you my all out there. Just like I promised I would.”
“God, you are too good to me, gorgeous,” he tosses his head back in bliss, still blindly teasing your slit, “Bet my girl’s looking for a reward for all this good behavior…”
Right as your lips part to reply, Luke is ramming his cock up into you. You gasp in shock, yet slowly mold around the feeling of him as he roughly bucks his hips against you.
“Holy fuck, Lu— oh my God!”
His teeth sink down into his bottom lip as he begins his jagged rhythm of snapping his hips, his eyes staying planted firmly into yours. It takes everything inside of you to keep your eyes on him; for you know that the last thing he wanted was for you to look away.
“Feels s’fuckin’ good, baby,” Luke groans, holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises in place of his fingertips.
The feeling of his cock pushing in deeper with each stroke had your body doubling over, the air in your lungs being knocked out in time with the tempo that he claimed.
Your body was pushing it’s limits, each direct hit to your g-spot forced low mewls from your chest and serenaded Luke’s desires. He was loving the adrenaline mixed with the overwhelming craving that he had been fighting all night long.
Your breathing in sync was like a symphony, music to Luke’s ears— he couldn’t fathom the thought of saving you for later until he was quite literally forced to. But with each buck of his hips and every single moan spilling from your lips, he soon realized that maybe the wait was worth it.
“Gonna’ cum soon, baby— keep those eyes on me, okay?”
You bite back frantic tears that pricked your eyes, nodding sheepishly as you let him fuck up into you. The only sound you were capable of making was a weak whimper, but Luke didn’t mind.
“Cum on my cock, baby… Fuckin’ soak me—”
“You look so beautiful. My fuckin’ girl.”
All of these silky-sweet nothings were hitting you like a freight train. You were nodding in time with the movement of his hips, your tits bouncing between your bodies and your eyes threatening to flutter closed at just how good he felt filling you up.
You moan again, as does he, and you’re able to read his expression before he’s even uttering the words:
“Gonna’ fill you up, gorgeous. Cum for me, baby?”
#5sos fanfic#luke hemmings#Luke hemmings oneshot#5 seconds of summer#luke hemmings fanfic#luke 5sos#5sos#luke hemmings x reader#angst#fanfic
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I know it’s been kind of a while since I posted about my Black Butler Dadbastian Maleficent AU (damn that’s a fucking mouthful lmao) so I’ve been brainstorming a little narrative that sets up the story events.
Here’s what I came up with (as I always say when making shit like this, bear with me lmao)
Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom (or some shit) there was a young peasant.
Vincent was a very poor young fellow, living alone in very poor conditions, spending what little money he has just to buy barely enough food for himself.
One fateful day however, he made a contract with a demon.
The demon called himself Sebastian (or maybe Vincent named him that idfk) and he made the offer of whatever Vincent wanted in exchange for his soul.
Vincent told him that he wanted a wealthy life where he’d have a high level of status and power.
It was established in the contract that when Vincent was at the peak of wealth and power, Sebastian would take his soul.
And so time passes, and eventually Vincent is king, with a castle and a wife and loyal servants and subjects
Now here’s where things kinda get shaky (both in-universe and out, like I’m kinda struggling to think how this story would play out properly)
Sebastian shows up looking for the soul Vincent promised.
Vincent is freaking out like, “No wait please let’s discuss this further” cause like he doesn’t wanna die, not now-
Sebastian’s like “Fine. You wanna live? I’ll give you an alternative” and he makes an offer.
Either Vincent let him have his soul now, or he offers the soul of his then-infant son, Ciel.
It would be stated that once Ciel turns thirteen, his soul would descend into Hell.
Vincent, not knowing what else to do, very hesitantly agrees to the latter.
Sebastian’s like “Very well, I look forward to that day” and disappears into nothingness (if anything he’s pissed off that he has to wait thirteen more fucking years to get a damn soul)
Vincent’s like “oh shit oh shit I fucked up BAD what do I do”
So goes to this fairy (or fairies I dunno) like “please help me”
So uh
You know how in the original Disney sleeping beauty film
The curse was originally “Aurora will die if she pricked her finger on the spinning wheel”
But one of the fairies sort of “waters down” the curse so Aurora would fall into a deep sleep instead of dying? (And she’d be awakened with true love’s kiss and shit)
A similar thing is happening here:
So like the fairy (let’s pretend that Tanaka’s in this role because why the fuck not) he’s like “Okay here’s what I can do”
Instead of descending into Hell, Ciel’s soul would only leave his body and maybe enter a state of limbo or something. (Ciel himself would enter a state of some sort of “suspended animation” one would say.)
As for how to fix it? “True love.”
(Audience note that he doesn’t say “True Love’s Kiss” just true love. Just a bit of foreshadowing that he's not actually talking about romantic love like the characters think)
Idk how logic would play into this shit just
It’s a fairytale world just go with it okay
So just like the film, Ciel is sent off with these three... fairies? Servants?
Okay I know I said the Phantomhive servants (Finny, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy) would play the role of the fairies and they still do
I just don’t know whether they’d be fairies or just Vincent’s castle servants that he trusted with his child
So the rest of the Maleficent plot plays out (Ciel grows up in the woods, Sebastian forms a father-son bond with him) I’d get into more of it but that’s for another time
Oh and uh btw I decided
Agni will be the role of Diaval (aka the crow character who turns human in the Maleficent movie)
We love us some Sebagni
Alright I think that’s about it okaybye-
#kuroshitsuji#black butler#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#dadbastian#maleficent au#maleficent 2014#vincent phantomhive#tanaka#finny#mey rin#baldroy#mombastian#finnian#black butler au#kuroshitsuji au#dadbastian maleficent au#au dump#agni#sebagni
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*desperate scratching noises while I draw Nutcracker!AU*
Dunno if I'm gonna post the sketches cuz I feel really crap rn so the drawings are crap too lmao 🫠 Anyway it's (mostly) the barbie movie version because the Nutcracker in the movie was my first crush (HIS HUMAN FORM SUCKS BTW??? LEAVE MY MAN ALONE) BUT i like the ballet shows too :<
I mean Ash is Clara. Yeah. And Aidens the Nutcracker. So I get to put him in one of those goofy little outfits, its good for my mental health 🤡 ALSO HIM GETTING CURSED FOR BEING IRRESPONSIBLE FITS REALLY WELL LEAVE ME ALONE.
Tyler is the Rat King cuz I love him ❤️ and Taylor is the Sugarplum Princess because i think she deserves to wear a sparkly dress with pretty wings. For my mental health guys.
Idk who should be Drosselmeyer cuz like. IDK Logan kinda gives me vibes but it would be weird to draw him as an old guy and then an owl LMAO
Imagine I made Ben the Bunny tho
#sbg#school bus graveyard webtoon#school bus graveyard#sbg (webtoon)#ashlyn banner#aiden clark#aidlyn#aiden x ashlyn#idk rambling#dont listen to me 😭
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Hi can I request an h&l fic where fujio finally gets the motorbike he wants and has become quite the happy menace. Then maybe something happens and now needs the someone maybe from sannoh (maybe cobra or Yamato or both) to talk him to calming down. Dunno how the transition of that will be but maybe because Yamato fixes bikes?? Or something?
Thanks in advance 🤗😘
So, uh… I don't think this is what you had in mind when you sent this request I'm so sorry, I have no idea what happened lmao The fic just kinda… got a life of its own and took off, I guess. I totally understand if you hate this and feel free to send this request again if you'd like me to attempt sticking closer to what you wanted T-T)/
Genre: Fluff, friendship
Word Count: 5,853
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“Oi!” Kiyoshi slammed his hands down on the table, his eyes sparkling as he looked between me and Yasushi. “I want to go to Kyomin Café!”
“Kyomin?” the blonde’s brow furrowed as he glanced at you only to receive a shrug in reply. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a café,” you replied with a snicker. “Weren’t you listening?”
Yasushi rolled his eyes. “I know it’s a damn café, but what kind of café? I’ve never heard of it before.”
“It just opened up downtown,” grinned Kiyoshi as he sat down beside you, his body forcing you to scoot over so there was enough room.
“Downtown?” Yasushi and you exchanged a look and you frowned.
“That’s White Rascal’s territory. If they find a couple of Oya kids there, they’re not gonna be happy.”
The blonde scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Please, we can take them easily!”
“You can try if you want,” you replied with a scoff. “But you can count me out. I have no interest in going against those guys.”
“Coward.”
“Call me what you want. I’m not a child like you, I won’t be goaded into it.”
“Hah?!”
Kiyoshi pouted at us. “Please? I really wanna go but I don’t wanna go alone!”
“Why do you wanna go there so bad, huh?” questioned Yasushi, looking suspiciously at his best friend.
His cheeks tinted pink as he lowered his gaze to the table.
The corner of your lips twitched upward as you realized the reason. “There’s a cute girl there, huh.”
His eyes widened, snapping over to you as his cheeks darkened. “How did you know?”
“You only have two interests - cute girls and fighting.”
Yasushi scoffed in disbelief. “No way in hell am I going to some cafe just so you can try and get a girlfriend. I have better things to do.”
“What?” you quirked a brow at him. “You mean glaring at Fujio’s group because you can’t beat them? Sounds like a bucket of laughs.”
“I don’t have to take this abuse from you!”
“Yet you’re not leaving.”
He glared at you for a moment, trying to intimidate you, but you just grinned at him, knowing you were right.
“Please!” cried Kiyoshi as he shot up from his seat, hands pressing together above his head as he bowed.
“Come on, Yasu,” you sent him a look. “This is clearly important to him and it’ll make him happy.”
He didn’t look convinced, narrowed eyes falling on the taller male.
“Besides, if we don’t do this we’ll have to deal with his sulking for the next week.”
Yasushi’s eye twitched at the thought, a scowl on his lips. “Fine.”
Kiyoshi’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Thank you!!” He threw his arms around the two of you, squishing you both to his body despite the table that separated you and the blonde.
“I already regret this,” muttered Yasushi.
You only sighed in agreement.
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Kyomin Café was located in the heart of White Rascal’s territory and it was packed to the brim with customers, all dressed fashionably in bright-colored clothing. The three of you stuck out like a sore thumb but no one paid you any mind aside from a few confused or dirty looks.
“This is so stupid,” muttered Yasushi as he glanced around the brightly lit interior. The walls were a faint pink, the floor marble white and the fluorescent lights bright enough to replace the sun itself.
The majority of the customers were female, so you could see why Kiyoshi wanted to come here. Unfortunately for him, he failed to consider why it was such a hotspot for girls.
“Welcome to Kyomin Café!” A tall, attractive young man appeared in front of you, a bright smile on his face and little hearts drawn on his right cheek. The name tag on his chest read Kiku. If he was put off by the appearance of you three, he didn’t show it at all. “Is it just the three of you?”
Yasushi was glaring at him, clearly put off by his friendly demeanor.
Kiyoshi was staring at him with his mouth open as he fought between feeling annoyed and envious.
You cleared your throat. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“I’ve got the perfect table for you! Please follow me.” He lead us to a table near the back of the cafe. It was square and painted white, pushed against the wall with three chairs surrounding it. “I’ll give you a moment to browse the menu. Back in a jiff!”
Yasushi scowled at his back. “I hate him.”
“You hate everyone, that’s not saying much,” you commented, picking up the brightly colored menu. It was full of sweets in pastel colors with cute names you wouldn’t be caught dead saying aloud.
Kiyoshi whimpered, lowering his head. “How can I compete with that?!”
“You can’t,” scoffed Yasushi, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest.
You kicked him hard under the table, glaring at him before motioning toward the defeated male.
He frowned, his hard demeanor falling the tiniest bit. He leaned forward, slapping Kiyoshi on the shoulder. “Hey, if they don’t choose you, then they’re dumbasses. So what if you’re not a pretty boy like that loser? Can he take a knife to the gut and keep fighting? No, he can’t! He would drop to the ground and cry like the loser he is.”
“You’re right…” He slowly lifted his head, his confidence slowly returning to him. “I’m twice the man he is!”
“Exactly!”
The girls sitting at the next table looked at the two weirdly before getting up and moving to a different table. You briefly wondered how long it would take before the three of you got banned from the cafe.
You rested your cheek against your hand, glancing to your left, eyes locking with one of the servers. Time seemed to freeze as the two of you stared at each other and it took a moment for recognition to flash through your mind.
It was Fujio. His usually slicked-back hair now sat against his forehead in waves, earrings dangling from his ears. He wore the cafe's uniform and tiny stars had been drawn onto the skin beneath his left eye.
His eyes widened in shock, panic clearly dancing within them. He stumbled back, nearly running into the guy who had seated you before he darted into the backroom. You had no idea why he was here but something told you he didn't want anyone at Oya to find out.
You glanced at your two best friends and frowned. You knew better than anyone that, if they found out, they would tease him mercilessly. The boys at Oya loved to gossip more than little old ladies enjoying Sunday tea so it would only be a matter of minutes before the whole of Oya knew.
"This shit looks gross," you stated, scowling at the menu. "My stomach already hurts. No way can I eat this sugary shit. Can we go now?"
"Hah?" Yasushi scowled at you. "You're the one who insisted that we come here for Kiyoshi. Now you wanna leave?"
You glanced around the room before leaning forward, lowering your voice. "My stomach really hurts, okay? You know how I get around big crowds.”
Kiyoshi frowned, concern written on his face as he leaned toward you. “Why is your stomach hurting? Are you sick?”
You shrugged a shoulder, looking at him pleadingly. “I don’t know, maybe. I think the ramen I ate this morning might have been expired.”
Yasushi scowled at this. “I just told you to throw that shit away!”
“I forgot.”
“You’re a hopeless idiot,” he huffed, standing up. “Let’s get out of here.”
Kiyoshi nodded, standing up and waiting for you to do the same. “Do you need me to carry you?”
“No, it’s not that bad. Thanks, though.”
“Where are you going?” Kiku approached us with a frown, head tilted to the side. “You haven’t even ordered yet. Is the menu not to your liking?”
“Piss off,” Yasushi huffed, glaring at the male as he walked past, making sure to bump his shoulder against Kiku’s. Kiyoshi also sent him a glare.
You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with Fujio again as he peered his head around the door. He was watching you nervously, his bottom lip between his teeth. He was clearly waiting for you to rat him out.
“Excuse me?” Kiku called out wearily, looking between you and the raven-haired male. “Do you know Hanaoka-san?”
“Nope,” you replied simply before turning back around and leaving the café. The boys were waiting for you, leaving an empty spot between them so they could walk on either side of you.
“We’re never doing that shit again,” huffed Yasushi. “What a waste.”
Kiyoshi’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry…”
You patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry too much, Kiyo. You’ll find a girlfriend one day.”
“I hope you’re right…”
“I’m always right.”
Yasushi snorted loudly, sending you a disbelieving look. “Like hell you are!”
You returned it with a blank look. “You should really stop being such a buzzkill, Yasu.”
“I am not a buzzkill! Right, Kiyoshi?”
Kiyoshi paused, looking between the two of you. His lips parted but, instead of answering, he turned on his heel and took off down the street.
“Yah! Get back here!” Yasushi cried, taking off after him.
You chuckled, shaking your head.
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“I’m hungry,” Yasushi complained, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling of the classroom.
“That sounds like a you problem,” you commented, not looking up from your phone.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Oi, go with me to the vending machines.”
“Are you paying?”
He rolled his eyes as he stood up, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Don’t I always?”
You followed him out into the hall, dodging students as they rushed past. It had been a few days since you saw Fujio at the café and you had the feeling he was avoiding you. Not that it mattered much since you guys weren’t friends, but you had to admit that you were curious.
Was he having money problems? Did he get roped into it by someone else? The only one you knew who could work there was Tsukasa, but you doubted he would be willing to take the job.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Tsukasa was walking down the hall toward you, hands in his pockets. His eyes met yours for a moment before he looked away. You stepped to the side to walk past him but he went out of his way to bump his shoulder against yours. You realized why he had done so when he pressed a piece of paper into your hand.
“Sorry about that,” he smiled charmingly.
Yasushi scowled at him. “Watch where the hell you’re going, Takajo!”
“Right, right. Sorry,” he apologized again, his eyes flickering to your hand.
“Don’t worry about it,” you replied, sticking your hand into your pocket so Yasushi wouldn’t see the note.
“You should have punched him,” complained the blonde.
“It was an accident, keep your panties on.”
“I do not wear panties.”
“I hear they’re super comfortable for guys.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You’d be doing me a favor.”
The two of you stared each other down for a moment before grinning and cracking up.
“I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” you told him and he nodded.
“What do you want from the machine?”
“The usual.”
“Sure.”
You headed in the direction of the bathroom but kept walking when you reached it, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t following you. You waited until you found an empty classroom before tugging the note from your pocket and reading it over.
'Meet me behind the school in 20 - H. F'
You hummed in interest, taking note of how pretty his handwriting was. Quite strange for a delinquent, but it somehow suited him. You considered going back to Yasushi and making up some lie about needing to go somewhere only to decide that it was easier just to go to the meeting. You could figure something out to tell him later.
Fujio was pacing under the large oak tree out back, his hand on his chin.
“Yo,” you called out, holding up the note when he looked over at you. “What’s up?”
He frowned at you, glancing at the note. “You didn’t tell Yasushi or Kiyoshi.”
“Did you want me to?” you inquired, quirking a brow.
“No!” he replied quickly. “No, I - I just figured you would."
"Not the first time you've been wrong, Hanaoka," you chuckled, trying to cut through some of the tension. It seemed to work as he grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I am curious, though. Why are you working there?"
His eyes lightened up at this and he dug into his pocket to pull out a page ripped from a magazine. "Look!"
You took it from him curiously, eyes scanning the page. It was for a motorbike, the price set at *. "Ho~? Are you planning to go the way of Murayama-san?"
"Of course not!" His brow furrowed and he folded his arms over his chest. "I just really want one. Have you seen Sannoh riding around town? They look so cool! I bet it's really freeing, too, like you're flying!"
You watched him closely as he spoke, taking in the cheerful and excited look on his face. He seemed so happy, so carefree, unburdened by the weight of being an Oya leader. You had to admit, it was a good look on him.
"What?" He pouted, shifting nervously under your watchful gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I think it's great that you have something you want and you're working hard for it," you told him honestly, handing the page back. "I hope you get it, Hanaoka."
"Thank you," he smiled softly before adding as an afterthought. "For everything."
"Sure. You don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone about your job. Later." You lifted your hand in a half wave before turning and heading back into the school. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you didn't have to check the ID to know who it was.
"Yah!" Yasushi's voice was so loud on the other end that you had to pull the phone away from your ear. "Where the hell did you go? Did I buy this shit for my own health, huh?"
"Keep your panties on, I'm on my way."
"I told you I don't - no, screw you! I'm giving your snacks to Kiyoshi!"
"Don't you dare -" But he had already hung up the phone. "Motherfucker," You muttered, rushing down the hall.
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You stifled a yawn as you stepped into the café, the bright lights making you wince. It was dark outside but with all of the neon lights of the downtown district, it was as if the sun was still out. Even so, they couldn't compare to the overpowering fluorescents of the café. You couldn't help but feel as if it was completely ridiculous to have lights that bright.
Surely someone had to have complained, right? You glanced around at the customers, all of them young girls with stars in their eyes as they undressed the waiters with their hungry gazes. It made you shiver in disgust.
"Oh, you're back!"
Your gaze shifted to Kiku who smiled warmly at you. "Table for one."
"Your friends aren't with you?" he inquired curiously, glancing behind you.
"Wasn't really their kinda scene."
"Oh, I see," he giggled. "Follow me!"
Kiku led you to the same table you had been at a few days ago, promising to return soon. You still felt sick looking at the menu of pure sugar, but the iced hot chocolate looked appetizing. You made a mental note to ask if it was as sweet as everything else.
While waiting for the waiter to return, your eyes scanned the café but there was no sign of Fujio. You were sure he had been working tonight, but it was more of a hunch than hard fact.
Kiku returned a moment later. "Do you know what -"
"Is Hanaoka working tonight?" you interrupted him, not sparing him a glance.
"He's supposed to be, but he's running late," pouted the male, his hand on his hip. "I was supposed to get off five minutes ago."
You hummed thoughtfully, wondering if he had gotten caught up in a fight or something on his way. You briefly worried that the White Rascals had found him and, for some reason, that made your heart clench up anxiously. It was a feeling you had only ever experienced when Yasu or Kiyo were in danger. Not just a fight, but genuine danger.
"I thought you said you didn't know -"
Fujio came rushing into the café, breathing heavily and his clothes askew. His eyes fell on Kiku and he hurried over, bowing with his hands pressed together in front of him.
"I'm so sorry, Kiku-san! I had a… family issue to deal with."
Kiku sighed dramatically, inspecting the black polish on his nails. "You're lucky the customers love you so much. In fact, this one was just asking about you."
Fujio's eyes fell on you before widening in surprise, his lips parted.
Kiku patted him on the shoulder. "Go get yourself together and get clocked in, yeah? My feet are killing me."
"Yes, sir!" He sent you one last look before rushing into the back.
"Do you mind waiting?" inquired Kiku with a kind smile. "If you do, I can take your order before clocking out."
"I've got nowhere to be," you replied.
"Awesome. I'll let Hanaoka-san know to come see you first," he winked before turning and leaving.
You turned your attention to the window beside you. There was a small alleyway there with a brick wall on the other side, nothing too interesting. There was a line of windows stretching across the cafe wall, though, so you could see people walking past on the street, as well as the neon lights flashing across the buildings.
Thunder rumbled softly overhead, sending the people scattering inside, not wanting to be caught in the rain in their party outfits.
"Hey."
You glanced over as Fujio squatted down beside the table, a pad and pen in hand. "Late for work, huh? You're never gonna get your bike that way."
He pouted, folding his arms on the table. "It wasn't my fault! Those guys jumped me, I had to fight back."
You scanned his face for any sign of injury but saw none.
He realized this and gently patted his right side, only to wince in pain. "I made sure they didn't get my face. I'm pretty sure I'd get fired if I showed up with a busted lip."
"Not necessarily. Girls like them," you motioned around you with your hand. "They live for drama. All you have to do is tell them someone robbed you and they'll eat it up. Might even give you a bigger tip."
"I don't want to lie to them."
You clicked your tongue, leaning back in your chair. "Sometimes this world doesn't deserve honesty."
"I'd rather live in a world that does," he admitted, a soft smile on his face.
You frowned at this, eyes narrowed. You wanted to call him a fool, to tell him that he was being naïve, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. Fujio was an honest guy through and through. He didn't hold back his intentions or lie about what he wanted, even if it would benefit him.
That kind of person can be easy to take advantage of, to manipulate, and you didn't want that to happen to him. For whatever reason, you now felt protective over him. It was the same way you felt about Yasu and Kiyo yet… it was also different in a way you couldn't put your finger on.
"So," he broke the tense silence, clearing his throat. "What are you doing here?"
You hummed, tapping your fingers on the menu. "Well, I didn't get to try anything the last time I was here. I kept thinking about the iced hot chocolate."
"Oh, that's one of our more popular items!" He grinned. "Everyone says it's really good."
"Have you tried it?"
"I have and I really like it. Do you want one?"
"How sweet is it?"
"I can make it as sweet as you want. Most people request the sweetest version but I tried it and it was gross," his nose wrinkled cutesy and you chuckled.
"Just lightly sweet, please."
"Of course!" He scribbled it down on his notepad before glancing up at you. "Anything else?"
"I'll see after I finish my drink."
"Okay, I'll have it out to you soon." Fujio stood up with a smile, turning to give your order to the guy making the drinks but he barely made it two steps before his name was being called.
"Hana-kun~!" A short girl with wavy blonde hair waved frantically at him, nearly bouncing in her seat when he turned to look at her. She pouted her glossy lips, batting her eyelashes. "I missed you!"
He smiled charmingly at her, no doubt having learned it from Tsukasa. "I'll be with you in a moment, Minnie."
As soon as he disappeared into the back, her eyes fell on you, narrowed in annoyance. She sized you up before scoffing, a smirk sliding onto her lips as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger. She clearly didn't think much of you but you didn't really care either way. You weren't here to please this random chick you didn't even know.
Her face lit up when he stepped into the room again, but it fell when he ignored her and came straight to you, carrying the drink you ordered.
"I made sure it's not too sweet for you. Go on, taste it." He watched you closely as you sipped the drink. "Well? I can have it remade if it's too much."
"It's perfect. Thanks, Hanaoka."
A grin slid across his face, rubbing the back of his neck. "Glad you like it. I'll leave you to it, then."
You hummed as he finally gave Minnie the attention she was seeking. She kept glancing over at you as if to rub it in your face, but you were paying her no mind, looking down at your phone. Yasushi had messaged in the group chat, asking where you were since he had gone to your house and couldn't find you.
-> Yasubaka: Oi, were u kidnapped or sumthin?
-> Kiyochan: Kisnapped?!
-> Kiyochan: kidnapped*
-> Yasubaka: pft, I feel sorry for the kidnappers
-> Yasubaka: they got no idea what theyre in for
-> Yasubaka: seriously where tf are u??
You scoffed at the two idiots but couldn't help smiling at their concern. No matter how much you annoyed each other, you were still family at the end of the day. You quickly messaged back saying you had gone on vacation before putting your phone on silent and slipping it back into your pocket. Fujio was running around the cafe, taking orders and entertaining the girls drooling over him. He continued to check on you, but you chose not to order anything else.
After an hour of consideration, you had made your choice.
You pulled out a wad of cash from your pocket, counting out how much was needed for the bill before adding a $20 tip. You glanced at Fujio, catching his eye. He was in the middle of taking someone's order so he couldn't come over, but that was fine. You knew he was gonna fight against the over-tipping and you were too tired to deal with it. You motioned toward the cash and he nodded before returning his attention to the customers.
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"What the hell?!" Fujio slapped his hand on your desk, eyes burning as they bore into your own.
Yasushi and Kiyoshi were, thankfully, not in the classroom, but several of their followers were. They knew of Fujio's strength, though, and hesitated to attack him. They just stared at him with wide eyes and open mouths, trying to decide the best course of action.
You quirked a brow at him. "Hello to you, too."
Fujio glanced at the other students before lowering his voice. "We need to talk!"
"No."
"No?"
"I know what you wanna talk about and I'm not interested."
"It's too much!"
"Don't care." You sent him a blank look before getting up and leaving the room, the raven-haired male hot on your heels.
"Take it back." Fujio grabbed your wrist, trying to stuff the bill into your hand but you clenched it into a fist, giving him a grin.
"I refuse."
"Why are you being so difficult?" he pouted.
"Why are you? Just take it, Hanaoka."
He bit his lip, seeming torn. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"A hundred percent sure?"
"Yes."
"A hundred million -"
"I'm going to punch you."
A smile slid onto his lips, his grip loosening around your wrist but not leaving it. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Seriously, don't," you warned him, but your smile betrayed you.
"I won't if you won't," he said softly, his eyes once again boring into your own. They were softer this time, filled with something you couldn't quite decipher.
"Deal," you replied softly, unable to tear your gaze from his. Were his eyes always that pretty?
"Senpai, is everything alright?"
You quickly stepped away, realizing just how close the two of you had been. Clearing your throat, you looked at the first year that followed YasuKiyo. "Yeah, it's fine. Come on, let's go."
You could feel Fujio's eyes on your back as you walked away, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.
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Over the next few months, you actively visited the café just to help Fujio with his bike fund. To be honest, the place wasn't terrible but you certainly regretted giving their food a try. As expected, it was full of sugar and made your stomach turn. How anyone could eat that drivel, you'd never know.
He continued to resist the extra tip each time but finally gave in when he realized you weren't planning on changing your mind anytime soon. Part of you was thankful for this while another part missed arguing with him about accepting it. With each visit, you felt yourself growing more attached to the male and it was starting to scare you.
Yasushi and Kiyoshi had also noticed the change in your demeanor, along with the constant disappearance acts you kept pulling. They knew something was up and, being the idiot brothers they were, they wouldn't drop the subject. Every time they saw you, they were demanding answers or glaring at you in a poor attempt to break you. Having to deal with them and the fact that you had no idea how you felt about Fujio now was annoying as hell.
Finally, you just started avoiding everyone just to get some peace and quiet.
There was a spot on the opposite side of the roof from where Fujio's crew hung out that no one used. Probably because the floor was super weak there and, honestly, was a death trap in the making. It was peaceful, though, so you found yourself hiding up there more times than not.
"Is that Fujio?"
"No way!"
Curious, you peered over the side of the roof, seeing the raven-haired male driving down the street on a shiny new bike. His smile was brighter than the fucking sun and it was obvious that he was pretty damn happy about finally getting his bike. He hopped off it as soon as he was in front of the school, showing it off to anyone who would look.
You snorted when one of the boys tried to touch it only to get a foot in the face and a scolding look from Fujio.
Seeing how happy he was to finally have the bike he had wanted for so long brought a smile to your face, but it also left a sour taste in your mouth. He didn't need you anymore, you realized. He was probably going to quit his job at the café since he had what he wanted.
It shouldn't have bothered you, but it did. It bothered you a lot, more than you were willing to admit out loud.
You rolled onto your back, hands behind your head as you stared up at the fluffy white clouds above you. 'I should be happy. Now I don't have to visit that damn café anymore. Yasu and Kiyo will finally get off my back, too. Not to mention how happy Hanaoka is. This is a good thing...'
You groaned, rolling onto your side and closing your eyes. "A good thing, huh..."
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You stifled a yawn as you walked down the street, heading home after a long day of fighting. For some reason, everyone and their grandma seemed to want to fight YasuKiyo and, by association, you. It was something you had grown used to after so many years, but it felt as if everyone came out of the trenches today.
Someone yelled your name from behind and you held back a groan, turning to see who wanted to fight you now. To your surprise, it was Tsukasa and Fujio. You said nothing as they approached, quirking a brow at the blonde as he was the one who had called for you.
"We need your help."
"My help?" you echoed, scratching your cheek. "What for?"
Tsukasa nudged the ravenette in the ribs and you finally turned your gaze to him. The sadness in his eyes made your heart clench up painfully, anxiety coursing through your system. He looked as if he wanted to cry, an expression you had never once seen on the male.
He took a step toward you, his lips trembling as he searched for the right words. "There was an accident..."
Tsukasa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you have to be so dramatic? They're going to get the wrong idea if you say it like that."
"Oh," he frowned at his best friend before looking back at you. "My bike, she... she was hurt. Badly."
The blonde folded his arms over his chest. "A couple of the part-timers got ahold of the truck Seki used to drive and they didn't see his bike there."
"She didn't stand a chance!" Fujio cried, grabbing you by the shoulders. "Tsukasa said you could help. Is that true?!"
"Ah, well... I can't help -"
His head fell, grip tightening on your shoulders.
"- but I know someone who can."
His head shot up, hope in his watery eyes. "Really?!"
"We gotta go to Sannoh territory, though."
"I have to get back to Oya," said Tsukasa with a sigh. "They made a real mess with that damn truck. Can I leave him in your hands?"
"Yeah, I got him."
"Thank you," he smiled charmingly at you before giving Fujio a stern look. "Behave and don't cause them any problems. No fighting with Sannoh, got it?"
"You have no faith in me, Tsukasa," pouted Fujio.
"I wonder why..."
After parting ways with the blonde, you led Fujio toward Sannoh's territory, feeling nervous for a host of reasons. Despite Cobra and Murayama having long since squashed their beef, they were still wary of Oya. Probably more so now that Murayama had left. They were also super protective of you because of your cousin. By all accounts, it was a bad idea to bring Fujio here yet you didn't hesitate.
Fujio needed you and you loved it.
The metal door to Asahina garage was up and your cousin sitting inside eating some onigiri. There was a broken down bike off to the side and he had no doubt been working on it before taking a break.
Yamato glanced up when he heard you enter, his eyes widening when he realized it was you. He jumped up, throwing his arms around you and squeezing the life from your bones. "Oi, where the hell have you been, huh? I was beginning to think you forgot about your favorite cousin!"
"You're my only cousin," you grunted in annoyance, trying to shove the hulk of a man off of you. "And I was here like two weeks ago."
"To see Cobra!"
"And? Cobra is less annoying."
"Thank you."
You glanced at the stairs, seeing Cobra descending them with a bottle of water in his hand and a smile on his face. "You're here, too?"
"Don't sound too excited," he joked, but a serious expression came to his face when he spied the ravenette lingering behind you. "Who is he?"
Before you could say a thing, Fujio bowed at the hip and introduced himself with vigor. "Hanaoka Fujio!"
"He's my friend," you stressed, sending the two males a stern look. "And he needs help."
"We're not a charity case," scoffed Yamato, eyes narrowed at the boy.
"He needs his bike fixed," you explained, taking note of how your cousin's eyes lit up at the mention. "I'll pay for it if that'll make you happy."
"No!" chorused Yamato and Fujio, sending you a scowl.
You held your hands up in surrender, fighting back your smile. "You'll help, then?"
Yamato seemed to consider this for a moment before sighing. "Fine. Bring it to me and I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you so much!" cried Fujio, bowing to them again. His eyes weren't quite as dull now, regaining some of their usual happy shimmer.
"I'm not making any promises," muttered Yamato before returning to his snack.
You patted the ravenette on the arm before turning to leave the garage.
He walked at your side, a pep in his step. "Thank you for this. It really means a lot."
You hummed. "Don't think you're not paying me back for this."
A smile tugged at his lips and he nodded. "Of course! Whatever you want."
The words made you pause, brow furrowed at him. He made it a few more steps before realizing you had stopped. He glanced at you, tilting his head to the side. "What's wrong?"
"Do you mean it?" you questioned softly. "Anything I want?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Did you have something in mind?"
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
You closed the distance, leaning closer until your face was just inches from his own. You knew exactly what you wanted.
Fujio swallowed hard, his cheeks tinting pink. "W-What are you -"
You leaned toward his ear. "You're buying me lunch for a month." And then you pulled back, walking away as if nothing happened.
Fujio's lips parted, face burning as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.
You grinned back at him. "Oi, you comin' or what?"
He tried to get a hold of himself, ignoring his racing heart as he rushed to catch up with you.
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High&Low Masterlist.
WIPs.
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south park high school headcanons
TW for drinking and smoking (i have t watched the post pandemic special, so i don’t quite consider if canon..? I dunno though please don’t come for me-)
Eric Cartman:
Doesn’t give a shit about school tbh
I mean he’s probably a solid C/D student
Probably sits next to the teacher, lmao
He’s a pretentious little bitch, we know this, and he probably just harasses kids all the time
Like if there’s a presentation or something he’s probably pretending to be asleep or something
(especially if it’s Kyle)
Probably makes fun of everyone for their class choices
”Oh of course Kahl is taking economics. Those damn Jews” or “Kenny, why are you taking home economics if we all know you’re poor as hell and don’t have any food in your trailer to make this shit anyway?”
Was probably that one annoying kid who laughed during sex ed
Flips the teachers off when they aren’t looking
Is probably an angel to all the teachers but to the students, he’s a massive dick
Probably tried making Kyle fail his classes by hacking into the website
They only knew it was him because for comments/observations tab he put some ‘stupid Jew’ spiel
He’s dumb as shit sometimes
Bullies freshmen
Probably started Freshie Friday
Hes the kind of person to spray Axe Body Speay everywhere and has probably made multiple people sick because of it
Failing Gym
Mainly because he never makes up classes and refused to swim in ‘contaminated water’ (probably aimed at the girls or Kenny)
Doesnt date through high school
because nobody wanted to date a neonazi manipulative asshole
Probably didn’t do any clubs
He probably joined the Gay Straight Alliance (run probably by Big Gay Al) and ripped on everyone there
Got bored and never went back after he ran out of jokes
Honestly he’s probably to lazy to do any clubs after school
He doesn’t like staying in school after he’s already
Probably has gotten suspended a few times
(likely for putting a cherry bomb in Kyle’s locker)
Im kinda lost on Cartman lmao
Stan Marsh
Honestly? He probably drank a lot in high school
Kyle often had to take care of him and scold him for drinking
Stan’s probably a B/C student
Probably studies better in a group than alone
Thanks the stars that Shelley is a senior and will leave him alone
(though I do think she somewhat mellowed down, though she still threatens to beat the fuck out of him sometimes)
And Sharon probably helps him when she isn’t busy
But he feels awkward going to her for help
Randy is awful to study with
”So if I have x amounts of condoms and y amounts of-“ “Fuck this Im calling Kyle”
Kyle is his study buddy when he can’t turn to anyone else
which is pretty often
He pays pretty good attention in class
Probably still dating Wendy tbh
Stan definitely wears like zip up hoodies and ripped jeans and such
Probably bleached the lower half of his hair
it didn’t look good
His hair’s greasy af i’m calling it
Its fluffy when he washes it but that’s a rarity
Uses 3 in 1
wears gloves everywhere
lowkey germaphobe
Probably joined some sort of after school activity
Probably some sort of helping the community club
Tbh he failed chemistry multiple times
Hes trying though
Graduates with probably a solid 3.2 GPA
(idk how colorado does it i’m just going based off of where i live)
Probably goes to college and then drops out after two years
Works a few jobs because he wants to get out of the house
Overall good student, 7/10
Kyle Broflovski
That rare breed between nerd and jock
Hes probably one of those athletic kids getting awards and stuff all the time
Def on the swim team during the fall/spring and the basketball team during the winter
Also does a bunch of those community clubs (things that you would join to get into NHS)
His parents are probably super strict about grades
Theyre all about ‘keeping a good example for Ike’
So he usually beats himself up if he gets a grade below a 95
Speaking of, he’s probably top of his class ngl
Very smart
Studies better alone and probably isn’t the greatest at helping others study, but he’s trying
Honestly probably gets a little less insecure(?) about his hair and doesn’t wear his hat as much
Still barely takes it off but he’ll leave it off during sporting events
I know that thing smells like ass/hj
Probably wears a lot of flannels and t-shirts
Has reading glasses (they’re thick rimmed and brown)
Either that or he wears contact lenses but glasses are more convenient for him
Doesnt like wearing them because they remind him of his cousin Kyle Schwartz
Probably in all honors/AP/college courses
Gets academic awards a lot
He probably did band for one year to fulfill one of his miscellaneous credits (he played clarinet)
He’s probably one of the sweeter kids though, sports help him work through his anger issues
Still snaps at Cartman a lot though
Sometimes doesn’t take good care of himself between sports and studying
So Stan whips him into line
Probably had one partner through high school, doesn’t really play around much
Either that or he doesn’t date at all, he’s just too busy
If he were to date it’s be in junior/senior year, maybe sophomore year if it was the right person and they weren’t needy or too demanding of his time
Probably graduated with an advanced diploma
Goes to some ivy league school
Solid 4.0/4.1 GPA
Majors in math and minors in science
Kenny McCormick
Ngl he doesn’t give a shit
Probably failing some of his classes, has a few B’s, some D’s, he’s really scattered when it comes to grades
Probably skips class sometimes when he doesn’t feel like going
Still wears that same parka
He’s still taking home economics/hj
Probably sneaks into the girls changing room as Princess Kenny 🤭
That one kid who has a crush on all his female teachers
”Guys my average is a 69”
Hes the glue to keep all the boys together but tbh I feel like they drift apart and go their own directions during high school
They probably have like-game days on Saturdays though
He wants to keep the group together though because they’re probably more family than his own family (minus Karen)
Still dies a lot
Probably tries to die so he can get out of doing tests and such
Is the reason they don’t allow costumes at Halloween (he was def a playboy bunny)
Probably takes a lot of non honors/no college courses
The latter even less so because his family can’t afford it
Graduates with a barely passing GPA and goes to community college
Probably ended up dropping out tho
But he still makes sure to keep in touch with all the boys (minus cartman but he keeps in touch with Butters)
Butters Stotch
(speaking of-)
Honestly? Solid B student
Is probably still the most naive of the group, though he does stick up for himself now
Doesn’t like being called Butters much but Leopald is worse
So he either goes by Butters or Leo
Probably has a knack for history??
Honestly doesn’t do all honors courses, proabbly does honors history and maybeeee honors English
Sucks at math
His parents ground him a lot because of this
So he ends up with a tutor
He goes to the girls’ sleepovers as Margerine sometimes
Grew out of his Hello Kitty obsession :(
(…tbh he was probably into Pusheen at some point-)
Anyway
Probably has a solid 3.5 GPA or something
Doesn’t graduate at the top of his class but he isn’t the dumbest person in the room
Probably is involved in the theater department
Honestly very artsy??
Probably takes a lot of art classes because he loves it so much
Majors in it!!
Probably minors in history too :)
Hes pretty nice to everyone in his classes and maybe even dates in high school..?
His parents don’t like it though
And he can’t go out much because he gets grounded a lot still
Overall pretty good!!
Tolkien Black
Probably still dating Nicole
Salutatorian
Probably competes with Kyle a lot because of academics
Hes in the band
Plays trumpet
Of course Cartman says shit about this all the time, I’m calling it
Him and Kyle do butt heads a lot but honestly I feel like they’d end up being pretty good friends
Still cringed at his old TikToks
Hes probably in most AP/honors classes
Probably majors in music in college?
Or maybe he minors in it
Most likely the latter
He’a your go to study person
He’s pretty nice about it too, he doesn’t shame you for getting the answers wrong
He’s that one kid who has house parties a lot when his parents aren’t home
Mainly because Cartman kept calling him a pussy and saying he had no balls
Doesn’t have alcohol though
Him and Nicole were probably voted cutest couple
Them or Tweek and Craig
He hangs out with Clyde a lot and helps him with his courses
Hes probably class president tbh
Or maybe vice president
His parents donate tons of money to the school
Hes pretty level headed and calm during tests and quizzes
He’s really focused and motivated in school
Overall solid 3.9 GPA
Probably only behind Kyle by very little
And he’s okay with it
He probably goes to some hardcore Ivy League school like Harvard or Yale or some shit
Probably uses music as a side hustle in college to help pay for his classes
He was hellbent on paying for colllege alone, or mostly alone. He didn’t want people thinking he was only at said college because he was rich.
Pretty good overall, 10/10
Clyde Donovan
Clyde…is Clyde
Hes a dumbass
A lovable dumbass big a dumbass nonetheless
Scored so low on his SAT the first time he took it
Cries to Tolkien all the time because of his grades but when Tolkien tries to help him he gets distracted and leaves
He’s that one hella sporty kid though
Definitely captain of the soccer team
Probably in the Gay Straight Alliance for ‘shits and giggles’ but then finds out he’s pan, lmao
I feel like him and Bebe are really tight
They go shoe shopping together
Cries when he loses Kahoot
Uses Chat GDP to talk to girls 🫢
Honestly is probably like-weirdly good at math but nothing else
Calls Kyle and Tolkien his algebros whenever they’re grouped together
(i kinda hdc that he’s in honors math too with kyle and tolkien)
That honors math course saved his GPA
honestly it’s probably a 3.0 or a 3.1
Hes not completely dumb though
He gets a lot of sports awards and stuff
Kinda headcanon Clyde to have dyslexia?
So maybe that makes things a little more difficult for him
Studies better in groups
Gets easily distracted tho
He’s a horrible test taker
Cries whenever he can’t figure out the answer
Overall, he’s kinda mid
He probably goes to college tho
He stays in college for two years before he graduates
He was probably their star football player, so they were probably sad to see him go
But academically, he’s not great
Craig Tucker
Science geek
Mainly Earth Science but any science is basically a second language to him
He’s honestly probably good at English too?? like he’s a really good writer
Hes probably in honors English and Science
He combusts when it comes to geometry and map work
He’s bad with dates
Like he can hardly remember his anniversary with Tweek or his own birthday half the time
He’s pretty good at helping people study if it’s one on one
He’ll bully some people harder than others when it comes to helping them though
Goes after Clyde a lot of the time whenever he comes over for extra help
”Of you would leave I would be sooooo happy.”
He’s nice with Tweek though
Helps him not to panic during tests and such, probably gives him a lot of fidget toys too
(most of which are space themed)
Speaking of, I do kinda headcanon Craig with some kind of neurodivergent condition like autism or something
I kinda feel like space would be his special interest
He mellowed out a lot after middle school, but he still flips everyone off
Thats usually the extent though
His locker is an absolute mess, I already know it
The teachers for the most part like him
He pays attention and such
Probably wears reading glasses, they’re thin though and he doesn’t wear them a lot
Eric third wheels him and Tweek’s study dates a lot too
He studies online using things like Quizlet and stuff
Loves reading
He’s probably snuck out of class a few times, but doesn’t do it often
Solid 3.7/3.8 GPA
Probably in the top 20% in his class
Goes to a pretty good college, probably on the west coast like in California or something
He’s pretty good in school
Tweek Tweak
Horrible test taker
Probably has to go to a different room, which just stresses him out more
Tbh Eric probably got him to get high once or twice
It did calm him down but it also freaked Craig the fuck out
Especially because this was during lunch
Tweek was fine, he was just extraordinarily sick and Craig was not happy
The teachers don’t really like Tweek
They think he’s a distraction and a ‘bad influence’ for other kids because of his freak outs
He hogs the coffee machine at school istg
I kinda headcanon Tweek to have acid reflux too?? So his stomach ends up gurgling in class and making weird sounds and the teachers get mad-
And this freaks him out even more because he thinks he’s dying
”Why is it doing that?! Why?! Did someone poison the coffee?! Did the underpants gnomes come back?! GAH!”
He’s hella good in gym class
Tweek on the track team??? anyone???
It helps him burn through some of his anxiety
He probably has a 504 too after his parents kept getting calls about his anxiety
Goes to the school counselor a lot
He probably brings fidget toys to class a lot and often has to give Craig his phone so he doesn’t end up getting hooked in on something some celebrity said and then start freaking out
He’s probably really good at English
Reading helps him forget about his anxiety for a bit
He always has to double/triple check to make sure he hasn’t missed anything
He uses his agenda religiously
Its probably stained with coffee and smells like a mixture of coffee and honey and sweat
His hands sweat and shake a lot during tests
He’s probably barely passing math, Craig helps him through science
He’s alright in social studies
His lowest grade is probably a 75
Craig and Tolkien help him out a lot too
I feel like he studies better one on one though
Too many people in one group makes him feel easily overwhelmed
He probably graduates with a 3.4 GPA or so
Goes to college in New England, he thinks city life will calm him down
Spoiler, it doesn’t
He probably drops out after a year or two before applying somewhere on the West coast to be closer to Craig and some of his other friends
English major and art minor??
I feel like he’s really good at art too
Art helps him vent in a healthy manner
Good student, not great, but good
Wendy Testaburger
Honestly? She’s actually low key smart
She was probably third in her class
She’s very good in math and english
She probably takes all the super hard classes too to ‘challenge herself’
She probably invites all the girls (maybe Princess Kenny and Margerine/hj) over for study date sleepovers
They never end up studying
But it does make for a pretty good time
Shes a really good test taker, but she probably ends up being too hard on herself too
Stan probably (reluctantly) asks her for help a lot of the time too
Social studies is the thing she excels in the most
Especially women’s history
She’s probably in a lot of clubs too, like the community service clubs
Shes secretary of her class, methinks
(I think Tolkien would be president, Kyle would be VP, she would be secretary and Bebe would be treasurer)
Cartman ran but they found out he rigged the votes
She’s all for being just and fair, so this pissed her off to no end
She needs glasses, her eyesight worsened after middle school
So freshman year she got glasses
I can see her doing girls wrestling
Shes probably a somewhat sporty kid, not like Kyle sporty but sporty nonetheless
She’s kind of a geek too lol
I feel like her and Kyle and Bebe are actually pretty good friends
They play chess together lol
Shes actually really sweet to like, new kids and such-probably shows them around
She gets some muscle after wrestling for so long
She also probably does track and field
I can see her being really good in long jumping
She kinda sucks at science though
She takes French
She graduates with a 3.85/3.95 GPA
Probably leaning towards the latter number
She probably goes to the west coast as well, probably somewhere in Nevada or California as well
She does pretty well, she goes to a really good school and probably majors in History and minors in English
I can see her being an English:History teacher
Probably for younger kids though
She stays on Twitch with Bebe and Heidi for hours istg
Shes so sweet, i love wendy tbh
Bebe Stevens
I know her mom is like the dumb blonde stereotype, but I feel like Bebe would be somewhat smart
She’s probably not top of her class but that’s not to say she’s not smart
She honestly is probably in the top 10% of her class
Her and Wendy and Kyle probably do study sessions together
She’s really competitive, so she kinda gets mad if Wendy gets a better score than her lol
Shes really artsy
Took AP art
Shes probably in AP Social Studies and honors English as well
Shes fine with reading, she doesn’t like it, but she’ll do it
Shes really good at math tho
Shes not so good at science, similarly to Wendy
So usually Kyle takes the lead on science during study sessions
She’s that one kid to be like ‘tall the substitute teacher is so hot!’ unironically
Shes hella hood at sewing
She’s probably gonna end up going into fashion tbh
She’s oddly good with money
Treasurer of her class
She probably helps organize prom and homecoming and stuff
Doesn’t date, she crushes around though, but she never actually asked anyone out
She’s really intense ngl, she probably taught Wendy how to fight
She’s on the cheer team
She isn’t a prick though, she’s probably one of the most bubbly cheerleaders out there tbh
Shes also in art club
Maybe does theater too?
She’s in band and choir, she actually has a really lovely voice
She can play flute really well too
Shes pretty smart, solid 3.7/3.8 GPA
Graduates and goes to a New England school, like in New York or Connecticut
She majors in Fashion Design and minors in Art
Heidi Turner
She’s not the brightest
Not to say she isn’t smart, she just isn’t very academically inclined
She probably takes a lot of the mythology classes and such
Shes really into star signs and crystals
Her and Craig started a ‘Space Club’ and actually got a few members to join
She kicked Eric out tho
She’s hella hood at Math and English
The rest is history
Sges probably grown a lot since the whole ‘Cartwoman’ incident
And she’s a lot kinder to people now
She’s weird, but a good kind of weird
She gives away crystals as a gift a lot to new freshman
Shes in the choir!!
She actually has a really amazing voice, she’s been doing choir for years
Shes that one senior that all the freshman flock to because she’s the kindest
She stands up for them where they’re being bullied too, tells them to be wary of Cartman
Shes hella short (4’11’’)
So she often gets picked on like ‘aw, someone went into the wrong building!’ or something stupid like that
She’s so sweet though, she’s that one friend who offers to help you with your homework and then just gives you all the answers
She graduates with maybe a 3.6 GPA or so
She probably stays local tbh, for college
Either that or she would go down to New York or smth
Probably gets into a decent school and majors in music
Wait no, she majors in psychology and minors in music
She becomes an art and music therapist, she loves helping people out
i love heidi 🤭
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can you write a bridget bixler x reader pleaseeee 🙏🙏
[np if not- i love ur writing king :)]
YES OF COURSE. AND THANK YOU OMG 🙏🙏🙏🙏 also for any repeat requesters/anons if you want me to refer to you as like 🛒anon or smthn lmk bc I'd love to have repeat anons/requesters, I've seen other writers have them and idk it's just so cool to me knowing people repetitively give you ideas and stuff idk. but uh yeah here's a little bridget blurb thing!! sorry for taking so long on this, kinda procrastinated for a moment bc i couldn't think of a prompt lol
BRIDGET BIXLER ; 5 minute crafts
summary ; the two of you have a little YouTube channel and do some 5 minute crafts LMAO (think danny gonzalez)
warnings ; language, super short
genre ; fluff
word count ; 431
masterlist
You and Bridget sit in her shared bedroom on the floor, her phone rested on a pile of books, recording your actions. You use your phone to pull up the 5 Minute Crafts channel while she lays out the materials you'd need.
You start the video, leaving some commentary for the video before getting started.
"Yeah, I wanna look like Billie Eilish. I'm gonna look so drippy" Bridge laughs, loosely placing the large leaves on her head.
You laugh, patting her head before you plug in the hot glue gun.
"What am I even doing with this?" She questions
You shrug, "I dunno, but I'm gonna get started with that cheese-gluestick thing" You giggle, reaching for the empty glue sticks and mozzarella sticks.
The two of you talk while you're crafting for definitely more than five minutes.
"This is literally the stupidest thing ever" She laughs, doubling over as she places the leaves on her head.
"Bro does not have green ghost roots!" You laugh, biting into one of the cheese sticks. "Oh, shit! Did you not wash these? I can taste the glue!"
"I did!"
You quickly spit out the cheese into the trashcan next to you and gag, seeing some purple mixed in with the pale color of the dairy product.
"You liar! I see purple right there!"
"I'm not looking at your puke"
"You didn't wash them! End of story"
"In my defense, I didn't know you'd actually eat out of them"
"You think I was gonna waste cheese?"
"I dunno, y/n/n!"
"Whatever, Bridge" You scoff dramatically, throwing the stick at her to fake fight with her.
She glares at you, throwing a hot glue stick at you in return before you're distracted by Danny in the doorway.
"Hi!" The two of you exclaim in unison. He looks down at you in slight confusion and worry.
"What are you doing? It's midnight"
"Making pure comedy gold"
He looks between you two silently before nodding and exiting the room, leaving the two of you alone once more. You break out into a fit of giggles, her phone catching it all.
"Holy shit, what the fuck?"
"I don't even know!"
By now, you had about twenty minutes of footage and had only done one craft each. You slowly turn to the camera with pleading eyes.
"Help me"
Bridge plays into the bit, covering your mouth as she smiles, "They meant 'I'm so happy', guys, I swear"
You shout, muffled beneath her hand as you're wrestled onto the floor, laughing.
"You can't tell them about the drugs, Y/n!"
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👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?
🤔hmmm
so in recent years i've mostly stopped posting wips bc, despite the best of intentions i have a hard time finishing them lol
buuut. looking through my drafts...
there are a couple i don't see myself working on again any time soon lmao.
two in particular stand out. one is a selkie!jason wip & the other is one that was, according to my notes, inspired by a fancomic. past me did not think to leave a link to this comic, bc she's helpful like that <3
the latter wip takes place at a winter gala. tim is by himself, keeping an eye on the others & making his rounds through the gala, checking off a mental list of people to talk to. he's kinda starting to flag, though; keeping up his timothy drake-wayne personality through so many conversations is kinda taking a toll on him.
and as he's mid conversation with one of the people on his list--
“Excuse me.” Tim catches a whiff of expensive cologne, chased by gunpowder, smoke, and leather. A warm hand finds the small of his back, and—almost without his own permission—he finds himself relaxing into it. “I hate to interrupt, but—” Jason steps into view, dressed to the nines in a perfectly fitted tux and deep red waistcoat. His hair is artfully messy; a roguish smile on his face. “Could I have this dance?” He cocks his brow.
Tim knows him well enough to see the nerves—the sheepishness in his eyes, the way he braces himself for rejection.
He doesn’t have anything to worry about. Tim is helplessly, hopelessly endeared. He barely manages to tamp down on his grin, keeping his answering smile something more polite.
their relationship at this point is still new and tentative--it started when one of their cases crossed, and each realized the other was working a lot of hard, dangerous cases with little to no back up. which was fine when they were doing it, but not so fine that the other is. u know. the usual :P
so they start working together. mostly. but then jason gets injured doing something dumb, without calling for tim like he should have. and tim reminds him that they'r partners. the whole point of them teaming up was that neither of them is supposed to be fighting alone anymore.
which---when tim asks why jason is at the gala, when he hates them & also has no reason to be there since he's not been legally resurrected... jason tells him more or less the same thing.
"we're partners, right? no more fighting alone."
and then tim kisses him in front of everyone, not caring even a little bit that it will probably be all over the society pages the next morning <3
but! i have two issues with this fic. issue a) writing the gala. and then issue b) it almost feels like it should be a scene in a longer work, so i can work that backstory in? but i don't... really have a plot. i could probably make it work anyway, but! i dunno. right now too many other wips have my attention so even if i don't abandon this one entirely, it will be a long time before i pick it back up.
and then the selkie!jason wip is p easy to explain. i had an idea for a single, solitary, poignant scene and utterly NO ideas for the plot that would lead UP TO that lovely scene.
so.
here's the scene, which would, theoretically, be the closing lines:
Jason runs his thumb over his coat, the leather of its disguise buttery soft, and watches Tim. He’s utterly at ease on Jason’s couch, scrolling through his phone, one arm dangling off the armrest. Jason swallows, stomach twisting with nerves. He takes a breath—in through the nose, out through the mouth. Then, he strides forward, clenching his coat a bit tighter.
He kneels in front of Tim, capturing his attention. His phone falls to the side as Tim’s brows furrow. Before he can ask what Jason is doing, Jason unfurls his coat, wrapping it around Tim’s shoulders.
His eyes grow wide. “Ja— wh—“
Jason can feel the heat on his face. Knows he has to be pink, at the very least. But he doesn’t stop, tugging Tim forward and into the briefest, chastest kiss before resting their foreheads together.
“Caught you,” he murmurs.
The smile he receives is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
context? ur guess is as good as mine <3
[ fanfic writer ask game ]
#jaytim#asks and answers#deepwithintheabyss#thank you for asking!!#ive been wanting to post about the selkie fic FOREVER lmfao#tauriawritesfanfic
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Okay, I slept less than 4 hours last night and none this night, so I'm getting kinda sleep deprived, so I decided I'm gonna share some personal headcanons about the birth dates of the boys!
It's a bit long but not that long, I just put it behind a read more so people who don't care can pass it more quickly 😊
I'm going only by feeling, it's also got nothing to do with the horoscope bc I have personal beef with it but anyway feel free to tell me if something makes sense anyway, I'm still really curious despite my grievances (I'm being dramatic for fun btw, my beef with the zodiac is not that bad)
Anyway, I feel like Soap is a June 1996 baby, because he's sunny, so a warmer month, not overbearing tho because he's soft, so not summer, so that leaves either early June or late September and I feel like June is hope and September is not, so June it is.
Gaz I feel like is a winter child, but not a cold one, so either December 1995 or March 1996, the years are because I think he's older than Soap but not by more than 6 months, which he still lords over his head.
Ghost is harder because he is shaped by his trauma and it does not represent who he might have been if he hadn't gone through all that. But I think he's a softer month, so no winter or summer, March and November are too cold still, but September and June are too warm so I think either October or April or May 1991.
I have no idea for Price tho, I feel like he could fit any month, cause he's protective and possessive enough for winter, hot headed and brave like summer, warm and nice like spring and headstrong and cold blooded enough for autumn... The only months I can't see for him are January, April, July and October but the rest are fair game...
I dunno the year, I think he's between 38 and 45 years old tho.
Alejandro strikes me as either August or September... It's this late summer nostalgy vibe of looking at the stars at 22:00, being sad that it's been night since 21:00 when just a few weeks ago the sun was still out, but the weather is still comforting and you can hear the ocean.
Rudy I think gives off soft but sad, so I'm gonna go with maybe late winter early spring? Or February, maybe... Mmh no maybe not... Oooh maybe late March or early April actually, he gives sudden harsh rains that stop immediately, with hot chocolate and cookies and flowers and puddles outside, and hugs.
I think both Ale and Rudy are around Ghost's age, like early thirties, they're the same year but Rudy is older.
I think Graves is a January if anyone wants to know, because he's a bitch and I don't like him (sorry for anyone reading this who was born in January, I'm sure it's not your fault /j) I also think he's late thirties, but maybe he just looks old because he's a terrible person.
I think Roach is either May, July or November because he gives "nothing can kill me until it does" and I think it applies best to those months. I think he's either 1992, 1993 or 1994, not younger not older.
If you want to put anyone else through my compleeeetely unbiased and true feelings (lmao) don't hesitate to tell me, be aware tho that I don't know the multiplayer characters beyond the few tiktoks I see.
If you agree or disagree please go ahead I love when people do tho I fear my only arguments is 'my brain associates feelings with months based on my personal experiences and memories and feelings, which wouldn't apply to another part of France, let alone another country, so I completely understand that you have completely different feelings' which honestly wouldn't make me win a debate, sadly, but thankfully I'm not competitive.
#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#alejandro vargas#rodolfo rudy parra#phillip graves#gary roach sanderson#feel free to debate with me but don't be mean because i haven't slept so i will literally cry#this is just for fun and not meant to be taken seriously but also it's now canon in all my other works even if it never shows lmao#my mind can be changed for some but not all
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Alright! An update!
For those who are following my Patreon, I know I said I’d release it on the first of this month but uhhh… Yeah, thing kinda got a bit out of hand. More importantly, the scene where you burn Harag’s “house.” You can fully skip it but it’s 9K (Might go to 12-13K as I said, getting outta hand). You’ll also find a lot of things so I suggest you don’t, but then again, I’m giving you so many options because I want your options to matter. Whether it’s burning down someone’s house, or choosing just how loving you want to be towards your rift walkers.
Now, onto the updates!
First off, I just want to thank all my Patreons and Ko-fi (I know there aren't any yet but thank you all future supporters! <3). They’ve been a massive motivation and I may have had an emotional breakdown this week over “OHMIGOSH PEOPLE ARE STILL SUPPORTING ME ” So haha, yeah. Thanks, everyone. You guys are awesome <3 I might also hold a poll there to choose a short story so yeah!
The game is at 44K (Yep, you heard that right. That’s almost 9K words from last week >:3) I’m gonna try to push myself really hard this week because on the 10th or 11th I’m gonna have to go camp at my professor’s house so he doesn’t send us on an unpaid internship. (A lot of reasons for me doing that, but first and foremost would be that I already left my previous job hence why I’m able to write 9K a week, but also cause It’s unpaid and a 9-10/11 job instead of a 9-5 (cause of me learning and such) along with other subjects in Uni, and then tutoring kids as well, it just leaves me no time to spend on the book, even if I pull all-nighters like I used to.). Dunno how long it’ll take for that but I won’t be alone so yeah, I am going to push really hard to release a Patreon version on the 8th or 9th (Imma try to release it on Friday or Saturday but I want this to be as perfec and enjoyable). (I think I might be oversharing, do tell me if I am;-; )
I’m just gonna leave this here cause I’m having way too much fun with the game.
Three heartfelt moments with Thor and two with Laurel, you can now extort a femboy from Harag (I was thinking of having you send Laurel to extort a femboy from a 12-year-old and also beat him up and take his money cause that’s literally what Pokemon was lmao but then I thought “Hey! This is even better!” As such, you can punch Harag where it hurts the most… well, not between his legs, but you’ll get the time to do that later.
A lot of world-building was done… and by a lot, I mean I referenced to like, 4 or 5 things BUT HEY! PROGRESS IS PROGRESS >:c
Annnddd that’s all folks! Thanks for coming to my TED talk, have an amazing weekday! Remember to sleep well, eat well, and drink well! (Cause I don’t lmao) Love ya’ll
#femboy dating adventure#choice script#choice of games#armored femboy#femboy dating simulator#hosted games#if#interactivefiction#interactive fiction
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[Magi reread; special edition] Episode 1: Aladdin and Alibaba [Part 2]
Anime!Alibaba is so violent for no reason.
"Throwing me out like that is so cruel!" Bro, you broke into his house.
"Stop following me." Bro, you allowed him to stay inside.
Again, Aladdin's more interested in the dungeons. Also, we don't get that hilarious scene where it turns out the dungeon is that close, which is a shame.
Anime!Alibaba: I'm going to clear Amon and all the other dungeons in the world faster than anybody else!
Bro, you're late, like, 14 years.
Anime!Alibaba: I don't have the time to waste it on you. <- you say that, but you don't really act like you mean it, lmao.
Like, sorry I'm not adding more screenshots, but they were kinda just walking around, so.
Also, Aladdin asked Alibaba if he likes money (boy, does he), and Alibaba actually said sth like "you need a lot of it to change a country" and, like, true, but, bro, you don't even want to change a country. You just want a normal life, but the normal life doesn't want you.
Also, Aladdin is far more excited about the money-monologue, lmao.
WHAT ARE THESE EXPRESSIONS
In the manga, Aladdin bumps into Morgiana cuz he was playing with that weird trident, here he does it, because he was too busy thinking about boobs to notice her.
Also, Morgiana's anime hair always bugged me so much. The manga keeps describing it as fiery red, but hers are basically pink. That's kind of annoying, and makes her and Kougyoku look a bit too similar.
-pouts-
Also, dunno, it's interesting. I didn't comment on it when I was talking about the manga I think, but in that moment especially Morgiana is depicted being ashamed about being a slave. Which is understandable. But I just forgot to comment it earlier, so I'm doing it now.
Anime!Alibaba really was like, leave me the fuck alone, but here is is, acting like they're in it together. Lmao.
Well, the good thing is, we don't get Budel molesting Morgiana (he beats her up instead). The bad thing is, we get whatever the fuck is this scene with a close up in a moment.
Besides the Sacred Palace scenes, this is Ugo's very first appearance.
He looks kinda neat here.
Aww.
Live Morgiana reaction.
Live Alibaba reaction.
Now I kind of need like 6 other characters to have this scene, for the whole gang to have live reactions.
More Alibaba and his goddamn tunnels.
"This is my friend, Ugo-kun! Everybody calls him a djiin or something..." Who tf is "everybody", you've only ever spoken to three people - Alibaba, Budel and Morgiana.
Also, now I remember that Aladdin actually did introduce himself. Sorry, I overfocused on his display of thievery.
Her!!!!
Also, kind of interesing. In the manga and in the anime two opposite things happen - in the manga Aladdin and Alibaba call each other friends, and it's an entire moment about it, whereas here Alibaba says that he promised himself he won't try to befriend anybody.
Lol.
Also, now that I think about it, the whole scene with Alibaba calling Aladdin his servant/slave isn't here at all, so I think it wasn't the anime, but some other translation instead, that I ended up confusing with the anime.
Aladdin is not amused by Alibaba's ass-kissing.
I get that the ppl who worked on the anime were trying to kinda include everybody from the trio in one episode, and kinda tried to mix these first chapters, but that's still stupid as shit. Like, this genuinely makes no sense. I know that Jamil's an idiot, but not that much of an idiot.
Apparenly they're sent to some mine that we know nothing about, except then they end up not there, anyway. Ok.
Can't wait for you to punch Budel in the face.
Pretty. But also it's the momentTM where Aladdin tells him that if he keeps lying, he won't be able to trust anybody, even himself. Like, bro, bold of you to assume Alibaba has enough confidence to trust himself with anything.
Nearing the photo limit, so have this scene for the last one here. I do like these scenes in Magi, they look... magical (ba dum tss).
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just curious, imajine kokichi is like 12 and to him his parents are the coolest and someone says "HEY you look vaugely famillier" and then it just and he finds out his dads are terrorists and so are all his aunts and uncles and just- i dunno if im articulating this right lol i just woke up and my brain is like "WHY ARE YOU THINKING GO BACK TO SLEEP" so imma perservere lol
have a lovely rest of the day/week! : D
Lol that’s lowkey how he ended up related to Hajime in the au
I was scrolling through the wiki and I thought he kinda looked like kamukura lmao (and then the thought wouldn’t leave me alone and now we’re here!!)
Also I do think they would like. Properly tell him once he’s older but also a like 7 year old kokichi finding out all his loved ones are terrorists is kinda insane lmao
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dev diary # ffff... fucken' just get *something* done
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(i know the video's long, but only the first six and a half minutes are pertinent, the rest is just older builds).
i don't know why i thought any of this would be a good idea. Which, honestly is how a vast majority of things i've done in life have started, and, i mean, i'm here and things have mostly worked out ok.
Not sure at what point things went from "oh, this is just going to be a goofy one-off set for the show" to "huh, maybe we have a thing here." This will, ultimately, probably not wind up being a thing. As much fun as it was toying around wiv making a bullet hell shooter, especially since i've never really tried anything like that before, i don't think i have the brainmeats to really balance it well enough to be fun. Thinking about waves, and bullet spreads, and timing, it was very much a "i dunno, this looks kinda neat, tho'?" And it is kinda neat. i can be proud of that much, but even in the most recent build, there's weird jank too. Like, a couple of turrets just weren't spawning? Until the very end, after clearing all the waves they decided to spawn all at once?
Even when things are working right it's too easy if you're staying on top of the turrets (and that's really not that tough to do), but impossible if you let a couple of them slip. You can see the difference in the first run in the video, and then the one after the backstage stuff. There's no real wiggle room in the middle, tho'. i put in boltholes and a retract function on the turrets if you leave them alone for 15seconds, but i think when i actually record in this set (you know, the actual function i built the thing for?) i'm going to have to just hide and ignore everything, or i won't be able to focus enough to actually do my review. Lol? Lmao?
There's a lot of DNA in here from chronos453's VR Survival Challenge, and i strongly recommend giving that a play if you haven't recently. It's just so, so very good. Clean, elegant, tough but not unfair, super fun. You can see the backstage for it in this video, and i recommend that too. It's really amazing stuff. chronos gave me a lot of little advice and bouncing ideas off of when i was making this set, and i really appreciate it. The other reason i went wiv retreating turrets was i didn't want my set to look /too/ much like his level, but we'll see how well that worked out.
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hi Helii i dunno if you already made a post about this, but I'm curious if u thought of a different plot and ending for httyd 3 cause recently i've been thinking about that a lot and i like to hear people's opinions about the movie!
hi nonnie !! ive made 2 posts abt my opinion of httyd3 (ein) (zwei) but since then ive read things like directors commentaries and excerpts from the art book so theyre not Very complete (but still representative—i just give some of the people who worked on it too much leeway LMAO)
honestly i havent thought of a different plot or ending that much, mainly because there are a Lot of things that bug me about the movie and changing all of them would kinda make the fixed version™ almost unrecognizable, but i can give u some quickfire easy decisions i think wouldve made the movie better
replace the Light Fury with a pack of Night Furies that escaped to THW. i dont understand the fascination with making Toothless the last NF because the "propogation of the species" genetically cant happen if he is, despite what Dreamworks REALLY wants u to believe by having Nightlights be a thing 1300 years later. every single NL u see after the 3rd movie is horrifically inbred !!
scrap New Berk. the "Old Berk" location was so important to its people that they defended it from dragons for 400 years, they wouldn't just pick up and move. also, the overcrowding problem is a non-issue because there's so much room on that island to expand onto and Hiccup is not that much of a dumbass*
show Toothless struggling with leaving Hiccup to chase the LF (or NFs)—maybe he tries to drag him along and theres something that forces them to separate for Hiccup's safety
in that vein ^ there are like 3 total scenes where Hiccup and Toothless are together and that really cheapens the emotional followthrough so... have them be friends again. the 2nd movie, the first time we see them goofing off and chatting alone with each other, showing the audience how strong their bond is and what their dynamic is like. i dont remember if the 3rd movie has Anything like that
speaking of which LOSE THE "dragons are wild animals" POINT. this is a major inspiration for the movie so its one of the things that would change the Whole Story but Dean needs to make up his fucking mind over whether the dragons are gentle, intelligent, sapient creatures who know how to perfectly understand human speech and body language or wild, dangerous animals who need to be "free" from humans (the former is how dragons have been treated by every piece of httyd media until the third movie and the latter contradicts everything, is less interesting, and destroys the previous themes entirely so guess which i prefer)
adding on, stop treating Hiccup like garbage. he didn't find Toothless when he was a baby dragon and nursed him back to health before keeping him and thats all Toothless has ever known. Toothless had spent 15 years prior to befriending Hiccup being a dangerous. wild dragon and blowing up Berk. He's been "free" almost twice as long as he's been friends with Hiccup. LAY OFF, his concerns about Toothless are valid.
i've talked about this before but Hiccup is a terrible chief in this movie and the role shouldve gone to someone better qualified, like Astrid. unlike what some of the directors would have u believe, it IS mature to recognize ur bad at something and hand it off to someone who is more competent (especially if its a job like leadership) bc usually sticking to it gets u Fired. *he makes dumbass decisions so the villain can look smart and this is literally the only reason why he makes them i promise u
same point: Toothless is also a bad alpha in this movie. the premise of a single dragon ruling over all other dragons in the world is Really Bad in of itself, but we don't see Toothless do anything like what Valka's Bewilderbeast did in httyd2—sure he's smaller, but give us a few scenes of him being kind and patient with his people. don't have him order everyone into cages because his girlfriend might get hurt
REDEEM THE DEATHGRIPPERS none of them did anything wrong
treat the side characters with some modicum of respect. this movie does absolutely jackshit with Valka other than make Snotlout have a creepy crush on her and everyone has caught brainworms to make Hiccup and Astrid look competent in comparison.
do not. focus on Hiccup and Astrid's relationship as much as u did. u already failed to deliver a "call to the wild" story in Toothless and the LF, the audience does not need more ammo to get "romance is more important than friendship" out of your movie. having Astrid's role completely reduced to "supportive girlfriend" and "Hiccup's True support", along with how Valka was treated (god that goodbye scene with her and Cloudjumper makes me so sad and angry and NOT for the reasons the writers want) and the LF's design being Like That on PURPOSE (also every single model being airbrushed for Prettyness reasons) kind of shows what Some People making the movie think of women
even discounting ALL of these ^ gripes, of which i have More, trust me (i didnt even get into my problems with Grimmel because honestly i do not remember enough of that twat to properly articulate my issues w him), i would be happy if the end went 1 of 2 ways:
Berk moves inside or near THW in order to keep being the defenders of the dragons, and the LF growing closer to Hiccup is representative of the hidden world dragons growing closer to Berk, illustrating that yes, coexistence is possible and good and benefits them both
the dragons gradually leave on a case-by-case basis, but Toothless never leaves Hiccup, and Hiccup grows old always waiting for him to visit. Hiccup writes a memoir of his experiences with dragons to hopefully educate the younger generation when they decide to come back. this mirrors the books' ending far better and gives the dragons the agency they deserve
i do not think there is a world where every dragon on earth leaves to THW and is simultaneously a good ending which portrays the right themes. Dean's fascination with "there were dragons when i was a boy" kneecapped the entire plot. you do not write stories starting from how you want them to end, especially if they're stories based off a beloved franchise with already established dynamics and themes. the Reason why so many plot elements are so contrived, why so much character development is lost, why httyd's theme of tolerance, cooperation, and the power of love is hamstrung, is because they Really Wanted an end where there are no dragons and they were Completely willing to do anything to get there (also Dreamworks is shit to its artists but whats new)
anyway. NONNIE. if u ever end up thinking More about an alternative version of httyd3 tell me!!!! i'd love to hear YOUR ideas and if u cannot tell talking abt this is so fun and engaging for me so i will listen !!!!! i love u for talking to me have a good day <3 <3 <3 <3
#i just woke up AHJgdg hi!!!!!#long post#i really only have so many issues with thw bc the other 2 movies are so good. i REALLY love all of the httyd media preceding thw#like they set such high standards#so in comparison thw is such a . let down. like the animation is pretty good and the lighting is gorgeous but its got no substance#nothing to indicate they put as much time and care into it as the other movies or even tv shows#thus. my now 3 essays talking abt why i dont like it#LMFAO#httyd
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how long did it take you to watch the van scene the first time? about how many times did you rewind? did you catch the lip glance right away? did you think it was heading in a byler positive direction when mike was talking? how about when will was talking? were you happy/disappointed by the painting? how did you feel by the end of it? how devastated were you by will's crying?
this was intense af to come back to in the ask box LMAO
Anyway—the first time I watched the van scene through was the day after vol ii dropped, because I started watching it at midnight (right when Netflix US crashed) and skipped to it with expectancy only to have my heart drop when I realized what was happening.
Like almost everyone else, I’d gotten my hopes up for a quicker (like, faster paced in the plot) version of byler endgame than what happened, so seeing Will sob after breaking his own heart to save Mike & El’s relationship made me deeply sad, but also extremely angry? I feel like I’d made up a way it should go in my head, and when it didn’t meet those expectations…I wasn’t convinced they had ruined byler entirely, but I was certainly not happy at how it was going LMAO
Honestly I’d say it took me about 4 tries before I could get through it without having to leave it alone like. Halfway through. I skipped it a few times during rewatches because I over-identified with Will so much in vol i that seeing his heart crack in half was too much, even though I started catching on that Mike was open to the prospect…fairly quickly? He seemed too pleased and open even though he wasn’t saying anything—I didn’t even notice the lip glance until like the 3rd watch, but once I got over my initial shock of Will’s words and tears, there was no missing Mike’s heart eyes, or the way he was hanging off every word Will said.
—I do fully admit I was deeply irritated at Mike for being so blind despite seeming so pleased at Will for sharing it / coded-confessing (I felt like his character was being flat out assassinated for not catching the pain Will was going through), but I dunno. It wasn’t until I rewatched the two parts of the season over together that I started to piece together what was happening on Mike’s part. Not viewing them as two separate parts but a cohesive season & then seeing how El responded to him at the end was kinda the glue that made me reassess Mike as a character (and dig deeper into the show as a whole, since I was GA before S4 and then only passively fandom-minded because of how cute I thought Byler was during the month between volumes lol)
Anyway. To the latter part of your question: I loved the painting even the first time through even though a bunch of people were convinced it would be the swings 😂 I loved that it was literally the most “I am a 15 year old trying to tell another 15 year old I am in love with them in the most nerdy way possible” thing ever, and it incorporated the thing they’d bonded over / that was basically an metaphor for their bond and the state of it from like, the minute we saw them on screen together.
Honestly the van scene is still kinda the most emotionally raw moment for me to watch even though I’ve seen it 1.5M times at this point. Like. I can watch the monologue and only roll my eyes, but watching Mike make those heart eyes still gets me to this day 🤣
this got long so quick omg. still—thanks for the ask! 💕
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Aaaahhhh
I don't know if I actually should add the game's tag to this
My thoughts are usually born being inspired by some media but they can kinda elevate into original stuff
Sometimes I have OCs that can be transfered anywhere, which sometimes happens
Anyway
I had some thoughts on my way to work today
I've been really into Fire Emblem lately, especially Engage, also starting to get into Awakening, planning on trying out other games
So I made up some OCs for Engage
Weird unfinished thoughts but it's how it happens in my mind
Can be called an AU prob
Also I'm still playing the game so don't know everything yet
But know who's Alear's dad is
Like, it's some AU (probably?) where Lumera had a child but then adopted Alear and sad this one is her child while the original kid was hidden away
(It's gonna be funny if Alear is actually adopted lmao)
And since Veyle has a stone that will break if Alear is dead my brain gave this idea that Lumera gave a similar stone to her kid so that they know if something happened to her
I don't have kid's name and have only an approximate appearance of the male version (yeah, the gender is the same as Alear's) but they are here, in my head
Prob won't be given name, I rarely give names to the characters in my head
So Alear at some point of story stumbles upon them, on deserted set of islands with ancient ruins, completely abandoned for some reason, because there is some rumored item that can aid Alear
Thought about a ring but dunno who's (pick your fave character that is not in a ring?)
The kid (okay, not really a kid in age, but just it's their name for now) happily joins Alear
Like they accept their step sibling even not knowing too much about them
Here comes my problem with transferring my thoughts outside
Lumera never loved fer actual child much, but cared, the kid knew it of course, it saddened them but they accepted it, then Alear came and the kid was sent away, they never blamed mother
This experience brought something good to their life
While living in the ruins the kid was alone but they were pretty much used to it, from time to time they wentured to where people live disguised as some animal
At some point they found young man/woman (again depends on the Alear gender lmao), they were also alone but also in danger, the kid helped them out and managed to take that person with them through persuasion
And thus they lived around each other, still giving some space but like there are whole islands theirs, they ended up groving very close to each other, even romantically
Uh, they joined the kid when they joined Alear, don't want to leave them alone
I have an idea of a guy, even name, but yet to imagine a girl, haha
So if Alear is male this character is also male (I'm sorry, I can't think straight), his name is Sebastian, his place of birth is unknown but it was destroyed long time ago so he's been on his own since childhood, also was an orphan who everyone hated even before the tragedy struck, he's mute, pretty high and fit (? some muscles), with long curly brown hair, hmmm, maybe tanned? (please help me find a better word, I'm sorry, English is not my native language and I'm a dummy), also pretty androgynous, tbh they're both androgynous
They're kinda similar to each other, but the kid is softer and kinder, Seb is pretty sharp
They pretty much stay away from everyone, not eager to get into contact
I think that's all so far
If you read this
Thank you and I'm sorry
Welcome to my chaotic head 🥲
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Idk it's kinda sick how humans can just be so remorseless.
Lyke don't they feel guilty or anything?
*shrug*
What does that mean?
It means what it means, Flare. What do you want me to say?
Well, I don't want you to say anything. I want them to apologize.
You're looking at me expectantly.
How do you make sense of this?! Come can you stand it?! How can you shrug?!
*shrugs* Dunno. They're not my people y'know?
If they're not our people, who's gonna love us?
Do you want people like them to love us?
You can't really survive otherwise, can you?
*shrug*
Can you?
Is this really about love?
Yeah, actually, I do. I mean if you want money.
Do you want money?
I /want/ money.
Remember what you said earlier? Still willing to do it?
I mean we're already doing it. What's a little more?
It's hardly "a little" more.
You were gonna do it, too.
No. Not for money, for fun.
Money money money. Complicates everything.
I say leave it alone.
Yeah?
Yeah.
So no, then.
Yeah. No.
You sure? What about Em?
*growls* I don't like that.
It's eir job, isn't it?
Flare! You can't be serious!
It's eir job! Is it or is it not?
Don't be disgusting.
Look. If ey is not gonna do it, someone else will.
Plus, it's not that big of a problem. Worst case scenario, we hit a jackpot.
Worst case scenario, we lose our daughter.
It's eir job.
Not my daughter.
You'll lose em either way.
You're disgusting.
Look, you can't be... like that. We can make things safe.
Curse humanity. Y'know if they weren't like this in the first place, then this wouldn't even be a problem!
I know.
It's disgusting!
I know.
Why the fuck are we still here?!
Where else are we gonna go?
Away from them.
And Em's job?
Fuck eir job.
What are you guys talking about?
Go to your room, Emillie.
Nothing.
If this is about me shouldn't I be involved in the conversation?
...
...
What's going on?
Nothing is-
/going/ on per se.
It's about my job?
Four is just worried-
How do you feel about... staying away from the humans?
What, like a few months or....?
Forever?
Four.
King, it's my job.
I told you.
Look it's. They're not. Safe. They're not safe.
What, did something happen?
No...
Not exactly.
Can you guys just tell me?!
It's about how they always are. You can't escape it, and I don't want you to...
You can't be serious. What about all the good encounters?
They're not really that good, Em.
Yeah.
What, really?
Yeah.
So what, just like, not talk to anyone at all?
Well...
It's my job.
Can't you figure out a way around it?
Wouldn't that make everything worse?
Yeah, but the cost...
I think you're worried too much about nothing, to be honest.
It's not like this is some imaginary what if scenario. This has happened waaay too many times for them to just keep excusing it.
I'm sorry, I'm lost. What kind of feelings is this coming from?
Fear. Paranoia.
And you want to isolate me because of that? Who am I gonna talk to? Flare? No offense.
None taken.
Maybe I am getting a little.... overboard.
No, it's fine, Four, it's just a little...
Overboard? Lol.
Lol yeah. Just a little.
Just a little. Just be careful around them for me, Emillie? Please?
Okay, I'll be more cautious. Next time I'm out.
Good. Good.
Good?
Yeah. Flare, you stress me out lmao.
Sorry.
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