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toxic3mmy · 14 days

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being like all bratty ( i think that’s the word) and all to Quackity and he ends up fucking the shit out of you?

ummm yes??? this sounds sooooo hot teehee, thx for the request!!

[it turned out a little more loving than rough sex.. oops??]

prompt: you and alex have a project due and he keeps slacking off until he’s had enough of your bratty attitude

warnings: nsfw! smut smutty smuttt!

it was finally 7:30 pm. alex said he would meet you at the college library to finish up your project after work and you had been waiting on him there for almost an hour now. the good thing was that you were alone and had time to focus on your part of the slideshow.

you had about two slides left when you heard a huge thud on the table you were sat at. you looked up and saw alex smiling sheepishly at you.

“sup nerd, you almost done with our project?” he said as he sat back in his chair and kicked his feet up to rest on the table

you rolled your eyes and said with an annoyed face,

“yeah right, come on let’s get this over with already” you grumbled

“actually, shit… i forgot my laptop” alex said while looking through his backpack. he looked up at you and asked

“mind if i go get it? i’m pretty sure i left it at my house and it’s not far from here” he didn’t even wait for me to respond, already collecting his things to go

“wait, maybe we should just do the project at yours… they close the library in thirty minutes anyways” you said, feeling even more annoyed than before because now you were going to be forced to be alone with alex

“cool, let’s go” he walked out of the school and to his car in the parking lot

you felt a bit uncomfortable and nervous as you got into his passenger seat. you weren’t sure why but his very existence got so deep under your skin that it really pissed you off. maybe it was his arrogant personality or maybe it was the way every girl at your college drooled over him, or maybe it was both. the truth is, you also felt an attraction for alex but you refused to be like every other brainless bimbo at school. you liked to think that you actually had taste when it came to guys.

your thoughts were interrupted by alex parking his car and getting out, having you follow him. he unlocked the door to his house and let you in. he got comfortable and led you into an office like room where you assumed he did his homework and probably his streaming. he had a huge desk with a pc setup as well as note taking materials next to the pc. there was also a small couch and that’s where you decided to put your backpack.

“here, i’ll go get a chair for you to sit next to me” alex broke the silence between you too. you nodded silently and took all your notes out to finally finish this project.

“sit” he said as he placed another office chair next to his fancy gamer chair

you chuckled to yourself

“what?” he asked, genuinely confused

“oh nothing… just realized you have a gamer chair.. it’s so uwu of you” you teased him and laughed even louder

“says the one that dresses like an e girl with all those fishnets and eyeliner” he said mockingly

“don’t even! i know you’re not judging my clothing choices when you legit always look like adam sandler plus that stupid beanie you never take off”

“can you shut up? we have a project to work on” alex said in a sarcastic manner

you didn’t say anything in response to him. instead, you went over what you had finished with your part of the project. you then kept talking about some ways for alex to tie his part into yours so that it would all flow seamlessly. you were pointing out certain topics in your textbook when you look up to see alex typing away on his phone.

“dude… are you serious? i was over here talking to the fucking wall i guess! were you seriously not listening to me?”

he simply put a finger up as if telling you to wait for him to finish texting. you waited impatiently and after a few minutes, he finally put down his phone.

“my bad, i have this thing i’ve been working on with team members for our twitch.. but uh yeah of course i heard everything you said.” he lied and it made anger begin to boil up inside of you.

“how much do you even have done?” you asked, trying to calm yourself down

“oh uh.. i have all my pictures set up in the powerpoint” he said as if it were something to be proud about

you grit your teeth together as you realized what he meant by that

“you haven’t even started on your section?? i cannot believe you…” you groaned really annoyed now

“yes i have started! it’s not my fault that i need to do work stuff in my free time” he said as he messed with a pen on his desk

“ohhh, you have a twitch event that you’ve been working on for weeks? aw thats so cool, yeah i seriously don’t give a fuck. you had all semester and you don’t even care! it’s our senior year and uni is something that we need to take seriously i mean this counts towards our final! i don’t want to have to fucking repeat this class just because you’re a careless arrogant selfish piece of shit!”

“woah woah, what the fuck is your issue?!” he began to lose his cool, sitting up and facing towards you as he raised his voice

“you’re my problem! like dude i get that you play your little video games on stream and that seems to be what you worry about most but i actually want to get a good career and i actually care about my grades! unlike you! you think that just because everyone likes you, you’ll get everything handed to you. well sorry to burst your bubble but clicking and clacking on your keyboard all day long isn’t going to prepare you for the real world!”

“who the fuck do you think you are? you have no right to say any of this to me, are you kidding?” alex was now standing up and towering over you

“look… i just had a bad day okay? i worked really early this morning and i honestly would much rather be in bed right now than arguing with you i mean, we’re not even getting any work done! god this is pointless..” you sighed, running your hands through your hair as you felt afraid to look alex in his eyes

“i worked today too, ya know. but you don’t see me being so prissy and uptight about a damn project that won’t even matter in a year.”

“yeah well im sure my work was way more productive and hard than you playing dumb computer games all day”

“listen you little brat, you have no right to tell me anything about my career choices. and for the record, my dumb little twitch job is making me more money each month than youd ever see after years of whatever boring fucking corporate job you get into” alex said, holding you tightly by your t shirt

“yeah fucking right. you’re just a lazy idiot! all you had to do was finish a few slides and we’d be through here and you can’t even do that. i’m leaving, thanks for nothing” you spit out angrily as you hastily began to pack your things to leave

alex was silently in deep thought. as you reached the door, he tugged your backpack back and off of your shoulder. he grabbed you rather harshly and your back was pushed up against his bedroom door.

“you’re not going anywhere. you think you can just walk out of here after insulting me and being a shitty little brat?!”

“what?..” you asked quietly

“you heard me y/n, you’re being a fucking brat.. and brats should be treated the way they deserve” he spoke hotly against your lips before leaning forward and kissing you

you weren’t prepared for him to kiss you so sweetly. you practically melted against his lips. you kissed back until he whimpered and brought you back to reality.

“ugh! get off of me, asshole!” you pushed his chest roughly but before you could make any other move, he caught your arm

“i know you want me y/n, i see the way you look at me. you and every other girl at school are just so thirsty for me huh? look at these tiny skirts you always wear.. you’re just asking for it” he smirked as his fingers danced up your thigh and touched your skirt

“ha! i don’t want you. unlike the girls at school, i have a brain and i sure as fuck would never touch you” you lied to his face

you gasped and felt your face go red as his hand was now touching the fabric of your panties

“then why are you soaking wet for me?” he chuckled as he pulled your panties aside and played with your wet folds

he walked you towards his bed, sitting you down as he hovered over you.

“i fucking hate you!” you angrily smashed your lips to his.

your tongue slid across his lips, asking for entrance. alex greedily let your tongue slide against his. your hands tangled in his hair and tugged harshly as he continued to touch you.

“i hate you too, you fucking brat. now be a good girl and taked this top off for me” his lips connected with yours as you shakily unbuttoned your school top and threw it aside.

you reached out and began to unzip his pants just enough to release his hardened cock. he moaned at the contact and continued to play with your slick heat as you started to move your hands up and down his dick.

he pulled away from the kiss and pulled your hair in a ponytail with one hand and held your palm upwards with his other.

“spit” he demanded and you did what he asked

he then moved your wet hand to his cock and let go of your hair. he went back to rubbing your throbbing clit. you moved your hand and he was practically thrusting into your touch.

“alex… please” you whispered and tried to lead his leaking dick to your pussy but alex stopped you

“aw come on y/n, you can do better than that. you just love to yap and insult me, don’t you, you little brat? why don’t you put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use and beg for me. beg me to fuck you”

at this point, you needed him so badly and you didn’t care how desperate you looked as you complied with his demands.

“please alex, i need you so badly. please just fuck me and i promise to be nicer to you. im so wet for you..” you moaned out as his fingers finally stopped teasing you and entered your quivering hole

“tell me you want me.. tell me y/n” he said in a lustful voice, his fingers curling deeper into you. his lips attached to one of your hard nipples, deliciously tracing circles with the tip of his tongue

“oh fuck.. i n-need you, i want you alex! i’ve wanted you since i first saw you! i hate you so much but i want you to fuck me, please!” you were rutting against his hand needing more

he laughed as he was amused and feeling very satisfied with your response. he stopped touching you completely and undressed himself. he then reached out and stripped you of your shirt and panties, leaving the two of you completely naked.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he said, looking at you hungrily

“get on your hands and knees, show me that pretty ass”

you did what he asked needing him inside of you now. he groaned at the sight of your round ass on view for him. as he pushed himself inside of you, you arched your back from pleasure. he began to move slowly as you adjusted to the stretch. the second you started moaning, he grabbed your hips and mercilessly pounded into you.

“fuck! you’re so tight y/n” his hand made harsh contact with a loud smack on your ass

you fucked back onto his cock, feeling so overcome with pleasure

“a-alex, ‘m so close” you whimpered

he stopped fucking into you and sat up in his bed. he gently tugged you towards him, motioning to sit on his lap

“come ride me, sweetheart” he said huskily and of course, you obliged

you sat on his dick, feeling every inch of him fill you up. you were in complete bliss as you began to ride him slowly. alex leaned forward and hugged you to his body as he kissed your lips. you fought his tongue with yours for dominance as the two of you rocked together in a sweet rhythm.

“you feel so good… so so good alexis” you whispered in broken sobs

“yeah, baby girl? aw just look at you. you’re so needy for me aren’t you?”

you rocked your hips, grinding his cock into you. he was so deep inside of you and you couldn’t help but want more. he hit just the right spot inside of your needy cunt and you moaned loudly. your back arched as you threw your head back in pure bliss. alex kissed up your neck as he had full access. he pulled you closer to him, tucking your hair behind your ear gently

“you’re so beautiful y/n, i could do this forever. would you like that? would you like to be my fuck toy? i could use you whenever i please, yeah? tell me how good i feel, hermosa” he said as he looked into your eyes.

“you feel incredible.. you’re making me feel things i’ve never felt before.. please use me whenever” you said breathlessly

“such a good girl” alex praised, kissing you ever so gently as you continued to move at the same pace together

“a-alex, i’m so close”

“cum with me y/n, cum with me” he whimpered, letting out the sweetest whines and speeding his hips to meet yours

he held your hips still as he fucked into you faster and faster, chasing both of your highs

with loud gasps and moan, you both climax together.

alex slows his pace to a stop and you both catch your breath.

“y/n…?”

“yeah?” you breathe out, finally getting off of alex and laying down next to him

“i finished my part of the project yesterday, i just wanted to mess with you” he grinned and you smacked him playfully

“alex! you ass!”

“hey.. it worked out well for us didn’t it?” he smiled innocently

“come on, let’s shower. im all sweaty” alex says, pulling you up and towards his shower

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity fanfic #quackity smut

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sugar-omi · 8 months

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what are your general thoughts on step 3 baxter bc i was replaying OL1 and i trying hard not to cackle at the fact baxter is 19 years old in like 2016. bc all i can hear is halsey, p!atd, arctic monkeys when i look at him; it's giving tumblr, hot topic, that specific period of alt fashion. like he looks like a k-pop idol, but has a weirdly deep voice and overly formal way of speaking. like that is a rich sheltered gayboy emo nerd, not a suave daddy dom. his ass is grass and mc is gonna mow it. i'm saying i find his whole aesthetic ridiculous even tho i do have a soft spot for his fear of emotional vulnerability.

LMAOOO NO I READ THE HALSEY, P!ATD, N ARCTIC MONKEYS AND YOU LITERALLY DESCRIBED MY MUSIC TASTE IN 2016-18 PLS JUST ADD MCR AND I AM IN RUINS.....

OMG STOP "HIS ASS IS GRASS AND MC IS GONNA MOW IT" PLS I LOVE YOU YOUR /WORDS/ IM ACTUALLY CRYING

honestly the only reason i don't clown him is bc I think him being older is 🥵🫣 but yeah I had to laugh when they called me Pepe le pew and Victorian emo man

I was literally getting ready to go out the one day after playing the dlc, and was trying not to fuck up my eyeliner from laughing bc pepe le pew is abnormally funny n idek what or who that is

HONESTLY I WAS SO GRATEFUL WHEN HE CHANGED CLOTHES

I COULD GET BEHIND THE SHIRT BUT THOSE PANTS.....

take em off

OH NO WHAT DO YOU THINK HIS UNDERWEAR LOOKED LIKE.... ik in step 4 he had fall leaves on his butt but what abt step 3.... im afraid 😟

okay I totally almost forgot your question, thank god I read things like 5 times before I'm sure I'm not missing smth but general thoughts....

well first thoughts was "who tf is this flirting w my man🤨"

now it's "who let this vampire out the house" bc baxter is so pale... pls I feel like if I put a firefly on him he'd burn like?!)!&*!^!??

final thought: "are you still looking to be sandwiched" bc poly cove/baxter/mc sounds PERFECT for all my issues (will never recover from the dialogue being different if you have cove at fond or crush when you start dating baxter.....)

also I'd like to eat him, did I say that alrdy? well I'd like to shrink him n nibble on him

OH MY GOD THATS OFF TRACK OK STEP 3 BAXTER THO. ID LIKE TO GRAB HIS FACE N YELL AT HIM

knowing he's going to break my heart...... pls... 5 moments wasn't enough imma need reimbursement for this heartache

I wanna sneak into his condo and lay in bed w him and make him laugh until he falls asleep n then I wanna wake him up w breakfast and then I wanna go on a lil stargazing date n walk along the edge of the water, the water only touching his feet when the wave goes up shore

n I wanna find all his lil freckles and moles n count them n be all close n tell him he's pretty like the moon and I wanna put on some song idk the lyrics to bc it's some Spanish love song or smth and make him dance w me even tho the most I can do is spin I a circle and circle literally one hip

and I wanna take him on a long drive w his dumb metal music blasting n make him yell it out w me and I wanna feed him his dumb fries w pie or whatever it was and I wanna make him lay in the grass w me and I wanna go build a dumb sandcastle and get him a silly lil toy that's prbly meant for kids n giggle abt it for a stupid amount of time and when we get home laugh abt it some more and i wanna play my dumb instrument and sing him a dumb song n AKAJHAGA I JUST WANT A FUCKJNG COMING OF AGE MOVIE W HIM I AM JAGADFALAH LOSING MY SHIT

okay.

I'm normal 🧍 ... I like this man a Regular amount

#olba #baxter ward

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mystic-helena · 1 year

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hello! can i request a kuroo x reader where kuroo and the reader are childhood friends but he doesn’t know how to tell her he loves i love your blog by the ways its really cute ok have a great day bb hope you’re doing well ♡︎

Childhood crush ft Kuroo!

a/n: I FORGOT TO POST THIS ITS BEEN SO LONG I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE HOW SORRY I AM OH MY GOD IT ISNT EVEN GOOD

Kuroo had always been there for you and you’ve been always there for him.

Since the beginning of times—okay, maybe not the beginning of times, but the beginning of your life—Kuroo has been there, it could be laughting at you when you fall after helping you get up or simply existing beside you on a sleepover at a half past eleven when you both should be sleeping—because for twelve-year-old kids that is pretty late according to his parents—but are instead looking at the bedroom ceiling and forming constellations with the glow-in-the-dark stars he has over his bed.

Right now, as strange as it may be for you, Kuroo isn’t glued to your side...

...because he’s talking to his reflection in your bathroom.

For the past twenty minutes.

His hands are on both sides of the sink, upper body leaning towards the reflective surface, brown eyes digging holes into it, as if starting too hard would magically put his ideas in order.

“Tetsuro, we both know how the childhood best friend never gets the love interest—he said while pointing at the mirror, eyes fixed in his own face—, but, we also have advantage because our fate isn’t written as if we were mere characters in a book. Wait, maybe that’s even worse”

“Tetsu, you’ve been there for forever, come out already” you practically yell, cheek pressed against the coffee table in your living room “you know I promised I won’t laugh-”

Oh, right. He almost forgot about it. The reason why he was at the bathroom.

“-if you finally admitted you are shit putting make up on and finally let me help you.”

Many ‘make up stuff’ as he named it, was untouched in front of him. All of it belongs to your cousin, who also implanted the idea of downloading tiktok in your head. Which is also the reason why he was supposed to make himself look like one of those people who had glitter almost all over their faces, imitating the Euphoria series look, thing he agreed to do just because you asked him with the only reason of him being ‘pretty’ and having perfect skin. And yes, his heart skipped a beat when you called him pretty.

“I’m done y/n, just give me five more minutes” he says as he rapidly tries to find the ‘black thingy’ they used on videos to ‘paint lines on their eyes and look like a cat’. He thinks he should have paid more attention when you were telling him which thing does what. But five seconds prior that you called him pretty. Not handsome but pretty, how is he supposed to feel about that? He has mussels, has a deep voice, is tall and is very intelligent. Why would you call him pretty? I mean, being called pretty is better than not being called pretty. And now he’s back to staring into his reflection.

With much difficulty he steps out of his spiraling thoughts and finds the eyeliner—that’s what it’s called, he celebrates—and tries to paint a straight line on top of his eye. It’s comes out pretty decent, he’s glad his hands are steady. He goes for the other eye. This one is a little bit wonky but probably you won’t notice, he thinks as he puts down the eyeliner and looks for the glitter. He’s gonna regret this later, glitter gets everywhere when he opens the little container. He coughs and closes the glitter container.

“Are you ok over there? You sure you don’t need help?” you sound concerned and he cringes when he looks at the mirror and sees the glitter got into his mouth. How did he do that? Shit, that will be a pain to take off. Well, another problem for future him, he shruggs and thinks a way to stick the glitter to his face and make it look good. The lipgloss is looking at him and he’s looking back.

Kuroo opens wide the door—he was in there for more than 5 minutes—and looks at you. You were about to fall asleep on the couch but bolt right up at the sound of the bathroom door slamming against te wall.

“Took you long enough” you wipe your eyes and stare at his face for a couple of seconds. He stares back and hopes he’s not turning red, why are you staring at him? Did he fuck up that badly? Are you amazed by his make up techniques? Maybe he should say something. “Take a photo, it will last longer” he winks at you and smiles when he sees your eyes widen for a second.

What were you thinking in that moment? You looked shy for a moment before smiling wide and getting up. You walk towards him and grab him by the wrist and drag him to the couch. Kuroo sat and watched as you did the same next to him, and he knows he should be thinking about what to do on the tiktok you were about to do but instead he was getting distracted by how close you are. Maybe one day he would tell you how he feels but for now being your best friend was more than enough.

#kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu kuroo #hq x reader #lenawrites but make it ✨haikyuu✨#lenawrites

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d3a7h · 2 years

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𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 3

Pairing(s): Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Warning(s): Language, Shooting, Blood, Suicide(Its the dean masters case :))

Word Count: 2385

quick psa: Uhm. Alot of the start will be alot of just cases and minor interactions between Y/N and people. This is a slowburn romance book.

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“House belongs to a Dean Masters his file was red-flagged to notify intellegence, but he must have been before my time.” “Oh, yeah, him. That robbery at the art institute last year. We liked him as the fence.” Voight told us all, I was at home before all of this went down, but our job never sleeps. “Neighbors said they heard a woman scream, we knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun and to leave him alone.”

We all went up to the door, Voight knocked before calling out, “Masters, this is Sergeant Voight with the Chicago Police.” He nodded to Jay, causing Jay to cock his shotgun before Voight started to speak again. “Open up, make this easy on all of us.” We heard a woman yell, “He’s gonna kill me!” So we had incentive for Jay to shoot the lock and kick the door open. We all went inside guns drawn, Voight told Masters to drop his gun to which Masters threatened to kill her.

Erin tried to coax him to let her go, I was trying to calm him down. He let her go and I could see a change in his demeanor, “I’m dead anyway.” I heard the gun go off and quickly looked at the floor turning away. I went to go sit outside as we waited for people to take pictures and mark evidence. Paramedics took the girl Masters had to check her out, Voight wanted to keep a uniform with her to keep her safe.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Antonio, “Hey ‘Tonio.” “You okay kid?” “Yeah I’m fine, was just upsetting to see someone think they needed to take that route.” “You should get home, get some rest.” “I’ll do that, see you in the morning yeah?” “Obviously.”

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𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

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Your alarm blared in your ear causing you to groan when it woke you up. You rubbed your eyes sitting up making sure you had your breathing under control. You stood up and walked out of your room, you turned on the coffee pot and then walked into your bathroom to take a shower. You forgot to even look to see if Jason was still there, you were so used to your routine that you forgot he was supposed to be at your apartment. You turned on the water before looking at yourself in the mirror as you waited for the water to heat up.

As soon as it did you undressed and got into the shower closing the door of it behind you. As soon as the water hit your back you let out a sigh, it felt amazing. You stood there a few more seconds before washing up. You got out, turned off the water wrapped yourself in a towel, and went back to the kitchen.

Y/N’s Pov

Jason was gone, I wasn’t surprised. At least he left a note I guess, I made my coffee and went back to my room to get dressed. I sat on my floor in front of my mirror and did my makeup, it wasn’t much. I always put on mascara, eyelashes and eyeliner, I didn’t really like all the other makeup.

I got up grabbed my keys and left my apartment locking the door behind me. I got into my car and drove it to the district, I was worried about Jason, I wanted to call Voight and say something but Jason’s a grown up. I parked and quickly went up to the bullpen seeing almost everyone up there already. I sat down in an extra chair and Voight came out of his office to talk to us all.

“Dean Masters was a hotshot artist in his 20s. Work dried up, picked up a drug habit, he’s suspected of not only being a fence but also forging paintings.” “What was that thing Intellegence had him on?” Antonio asked and Erin answered, “Stolen Klimt. Never resurfaced” “What the hell is a Klimt?” “An artist” “Named Klimt?” “Yeah.” “That’s a funny name, right? Or am I alone on this? Klimt. Say it out loud.” Erin and Ruzek had a small back and forth before he asked that question to which Jay and I agreed the name is kinda funny.

“So. This whole ‘They’re gonna kill me’ thing that Masters was going on about was either about the stolen painting or something else.” “Or he was just tripping and talking nonsense. I mean, did you see his pupils? He was gakked out of his mind.” “We got a known suspect took his own life rather than face something heavy-duty. We pursure the case.” Voight and Jay had a small back an forth but Jay just nodded, Voight hated when people second guessed him but I loved to do it so when Jay did it I wanted to band wagon. O walked in with the girl from last night which caught all of our attention. Voight asked Erin to talk to her and she took her into the break room.

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𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚛’𝚜 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

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I was sitting in the car with Jay, Voight, and Ruzek. Antonio was outside of it on the phone, he then walked over to Voight’s window. “Guy who runs this place is Adam Mazur. I know him from Vice. Called him the whac-a-mole pimp. We’d beat him down, and he’d pop up somewhere else a week later with a new stable.” Voight then told us lets go so we all got out of the car and made our way inside the building.

“Membership, guys?” One of the bouncers asked and Voight said yeah and showed them his badge which alarmed them but they didn’t show it. “If you press an alarm I will break your hand. Get up against the wall. Now. Turn around.” Jay said with a smile to the other bouncer standing there.

We walked past the velvet curtains and Voight announced, “Chicago PD. Everybody stay calm.” Antonio saw Mazur and asked him how he was doing, Mazur tried to run immediately. He didn’t even get a step in before Antonio grabbed him slamming him on the bar. Voight asked if he had a girl named Nadia, he tried to lie but Antonio twisted his arm more and he told us she was in room eight.

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𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝

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Ruzek got kicked in the balls and was sitting in the locker room, Jay found it funny, Antonio told him he shouldn’t have let his guard down. He asked my opinion and I just shook my head raising my hands, “Antonios right, never let your guard down. You got played.” I smiled almost laughing before following the two boys out of the locker room.

Uniforms had found Nadia and brought her in, Erin went in to talk to her and I stood on the opposite side of the glass to watch. “So how did you know Dean Masters?” “Didn't really know him. I went on one date with the guy.” “You sure about that? I heard you were his favorite.” “Yeah, I get that a lot.” “I bet.” I saw myself in her and I couldn’t handle it so I walked off.

The boys had just gotten back from checking Dean Masters's house and we were now all looking at the money print that they found. “This is Agent Joe Hill, secret service, Chicago field office. We go back a ways.” Voight introduced us to the guy he had just walked in with. “Where are your earpiece and your sunglasses?” Ruzek asked as he shook his hand, “That's only when Obama is in town.”

“Does this mean we're handing over the case?” Erin asked the question I was wondering too. “No. Technically I can't get involved unless there's actual counterfeit currency found, but Hank just thought I could help,” he said and shook Erin's hand and then mine. “I thought counterfeiters were using high-end printers nowadays,” Jay asked holding the plate in his hand. “There's digital tech that'll print pretty good 5 or 10, then you pass it off at Walgreens buying dollar items that's what we call ‘baby laundering’ using plates— this is old-school. Takes some real work,” he explained to us all.

“There's three steps, the plates, the paper, and the printer. Guess who were looking for now.” Just as Voight stopped talking Jin walked in and asked Erin a question, “the hooker that kicked Ruzek in the nuts how’d she characterize her interaction with Dean Masters?” “Went to his place once.” “45 text messages between him and her over the last two weeks.” As soon as Erin heard that she walked off, I looked at Voight and he looked at me.

Erin soon came back to us and told us what Nadia told her, Jin started to look on security cameras, “Okay, pods found a match to the delivery van with the jesus fish on the back. You know the symbols actually called an ichthys—“ “Jin?” “Fine. You wanna keep calling it a “jesus fish,” knock yourself out. Also found something else.” “Tabernacle?” “Yeah. This vans registered to the Tabernacle of Divinity. Its a storefront church on 63rd and cal. They use it to deliver meals to the elderly.”

“That’s Pastor Mike’s place. An ex-gd.” I said and then Antonio spoke up to finish my sentence. “Supposedly underwent a jailhouse conversion a few years back. Guess it didn't take.” “Alright ill show Nadia a lineup of this guy and his associates if she picks anybody out, i’ll get a warrant,” Erin told us before she walked off yet again.

Once she got the warrant we were at the church, antonio got us through the gates. Jay busted in the front two doors, we heard music coming from behind another so we lined up on the sides so Antonio could kick in the door. “Police! Everybody get on the ground!” We kept telling them to get on the ground and to put their hands behind their heads. We cuffed them all and got them into a police van. Antonio put Pastor Mike in the back of one of our cars.

“No plates, paper, or in general any sign of a printing operation. I dont think pastor mike did this.” I said shrugging before Erin backed me up, “We really think Pastor Mike has the skills for counterfeiting?”

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“Alright, Pastor Mike was contracted by this man…” Antonio put up a picture on the white board before continuing, “Glen Ward. Now, Ward has done federal time in Leavenworth for Counterfeiting. But how Ward and his printing crew hooked up with Dean Masters and Noel Harris is anybodys guess, and why the two of them are both dead now, who knows?” “Pastor Mike didn’t say why Ward wanted them dead?” Jay asked, “He didnt ask.” “It could be any reason,” Erin added on. Ruzek told us that Jin got a hit on the name and found a chem plant.

We almost instantly left, right after we put our vests on. I was with Antonio and Voight, “Looks like Ward’s ready to roll.“ Antonio said to us after he looked inside the truck, Voight opened the passenger seat and saw a bag. “We got eyes in there yet?” Voight asked through the radio. “No were almost there stand by,” O answered back before talking again a few seconds later, “All right, we’re up. Counterfeit Central.” “Theres four presses” “Any Artillery?” “Cant tell.” “Were going in.”

Jay got us through the door and we all went in with our guns drawn, we were heard instantly which got us shot at so we all took cover behind stuff as we returned the shooting and went after different targets. I went after mine who went in a back area, I kept my back to a wall and moved slowly hoping he wouldn’t be able to catch me off guard.

I looked around corners and saw nothing until there was a gunshot and a burning pain in my leg. I didn’t worry about what it was because I was pretty confident I knew, I made my way to where he shot from and he I guess I caught him off guard because he jumped seeing me and pointed a gun at me.

“Drop it. You already shot me once, drop the fucking gun.” I said pointing mine at him, he slowly put the gun down and I kneed him in the groin pulling him up by the collar of his shirt pushing his face against the wall. I caught my breath looking down at my leg seeing the blood, I shook my head and cuffed the guy before holding him by the cuffs and dragging him back to the others.

Erin took the guy from me and sat him with the others, Jay helped me sit down somewhere. “He got you?” “No shit.” Jay smiled and kneeled down in front of me. He held pressure on my leg with his palm causing me to groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “Hey look at me ignore the pain, the ambo will be here soon.” I listened to him looking at him, I didnt want to get lost in his eyes because I knew I missed him. I wanted him to be mine, I wish he loved me still but he seems to like Erin. “Do you remember who I am?” “I met you when we were 16, Its really good to see you out of that life.” I felt dizzy, I saw white slightly, I knew I was losing a lot of blood.

“Jay…” “Yeah?” “Im dizzy” I heard nothing, but I felt myself get lifted before I felt the cold air. I opened my eyes again and saw the ambo, I was relieved when I saw Shay and Gabby. I got seated on the strecher and Jay stayed with me. Gabby sat in the back with us and Shay drove. Gabby was checking everything and did as much as she could. “Its great to see you two again.” “Hows Antonio with you back?” You wanted to answer but everything felt heavy. “Y/N, Y/N, open your eyes, dont you dare not yet.” I heard her voice call my name but it soon faded into nothingness.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #imagine #jay halstead #jay halstead fic #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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Okay, okay, it took me a whole day but that skewer thing with Tighnari in the forest instead. Can you feel the love tonight.

Imagine him learning about the shrooms in our world or the talking one in the chasm. Mushroom fox boy deserves a bleeding mushroom as a treat.

Scara and puppet reader having a grand time in Liyue speaks to me because it’s like when they went into town and Scara bought the fan for puppet reader… Zhongli sees them and knows… does Scara’s anemo vision technically mean Venti can play father-in-law? He’s pretty much Ei’s coworker… does he officiate the marriage????

Tbh, the two of them probably already do everything together. Like. Everything. I should start listing it. Getting ready together? Washing their faces and brushing their teeth at the same time. They had to get Scara to stop brushing their teeth for them. Apply each others’ red eyeliner. Help each other dress. Scara presses a kiss to their shoulder as he helps them put on their yukata. Puppet reader kisses his cheek when putting his hat on him. They spend moments embracing and being soft with each other before setting out to tackle the rest of the day. One day they even feed each other instead of Scara trying to take over most of it. That is the day everyone feels so single on a whole new level.

There’s no escape. There will be fluff and happiness.

Bloom anon

In the forest, you say-?//shot please please don't give him anymore suspicious mushrooms to eat for the love of everything that is holy

Oh heck!! You know what, there's a lot of beautiful antiques and souvenirs in Liyue that would match puppet reader's kintsugi, you know! And Zhongli would definitely be the best tour guide to show them around, both as him actually wanting to help with their aesthetic choices but to also keep them at bay because he has his suspicions (he can sense the archon residue, as well as the semblance of Scara to Ei)

However I could say with confidence that those two probably know nothing about Scara's ties to Ei besides the looks - puppet reader on the other hand has been seen by the two archons multiple times because Makoto brings them along during gatherings, like Ei when she's still the kagemusha.

Zhongli would feel a bit melancholic after realizing that puppet reader's memories had been eroded, tho they still have a feeling that he's familiar. He is at least happy that they are living life in the mortal plane like him even after the death of Makoto, although he isn't too keen on the damage, he does admit that the Kintsugi looks beautiful. At least Scaramouche is there now to protect and care for you until the end of time. He just hopes they don't end up like Azhdaha.

Oh sorry, I got carried away over there haha I forgot I did have a lot of worldbuilding around Kintsugi and this opened up that can of worms

But yes, I can definitely agree that Scara and puppet reader had done almost everything together at this point. Buuut I wanna change that part to kissing Scaramouche's nape instead, cuz that's where the electro mark is! And the feeding is so cute!

Just imagine a grumpy looking Scaramouche/Wanderer with his arms crossed glaring at the world, only for puppet reader to come over and feed him a dango - think Nilou's eating idle animation hahaha it's the end of the world

(also omfg scara brushing your teeth for you ahahaha)

#exile.goblet #bloom anon #exile.reader #scaramouche x reader #about kintsugi #fun fact: the kintsugi was supposed to be cor lapis but i digressed

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Uncle Nina! Can I plz have some physical attributes for the RM boys? I really want to draw them ^^ Do they look like the Peppermint Stan and Kyle but older?

aaaaa i love when you guys draw stuff! and for the most part i am going to say yes? like facially you could totally just age them up like 3-4 years ( accounting for pep stan being a quarter japanese and rm stan being half mexican ) but also they do have some variations from pep stan and kyle ( mostly so my brain doesn't get confused haha )

i'll drop some hc stuff for you under the cut! happy drawing <3333

ok so for me jersey!kyles hair is just like...really luxurious and kind of long? like i think it goes a tiny bit past his shoulders ( tysm bebe ) and its really soft and shiny and bouncy and so beautiful like wow...kiss me

also my favorite jersey kyle hairstyle is him doing his crimina lou-ar hw on his laptop w his coffee and putting his hair up in the claw clip w the two front strands out....modern art...also i feel like like its less of like a coppery orange color and is just vibrant as fuck and is like orange red

pep kyles eyes always seemed to live in a more like sage green lighter green area and rm!kyles eyes sort of live in a more darker green, viridian area for me? is it bc he is evil and has seen some shit? maybe...also yes they are stunnnnning

he wears glasses! they are circular...or they were...rip kyles glasses...hes getting new ones dont u worry we will see em soon ;)

rm kyle has a bajillion freckles to me like u cannot count that shit like not even if u tried really hard like damn it might be more than 37 there’s just So Many

i feel like rm kyle is still...tall like hes probably not taller than craig who in rm is like....6'4" oh my god? but hes probably like 6'1

( one day i will feed the tall stan short kyle truthers…but not today rm kyle is built like taylor swift tbh )

other than that that the rest of it is just outfit stuff which ill link over here

uhhhhhh

tbh ravenstans hair did look like pep stans hair when he had his rebellious punk rock boy britney moment and bleached his hair without telling anyone ON TOUR SKHLDS...

...but now his hair just gets professionally done so i think like rather than like yellow as fuck and patchy and a warmer color....i really think its almost like platinum? icy? which is kind of very sick of him omg...also most recent other color was red...part of me wants him to have him go blue so we can twin

speaking of blue i feel like his eyes are probably like a slightly lighter shade of blue than pep!stans are they are also a little silver so they are sparkly and very wow

that man be piling on the eyeliner aka *jersey vc* guyline-na like nobodys business also falls alseep in it all the time so if he doesnt have the sexc emo boy eyeliner on its....under his eyes and all over his face smh

in my head whenever i write him he has a cute little beauty mark under his right eye....i was worried that might make him too distinguishable but like...who the fuck is gonna be like ah u must be this dead 11 year old....kyle is...smh...but thats ok bc its just gonna freak him out and i get to keep gaslighting him into thinking hes crazy ( my favorite past time <3 )

his bone structure also goes crazy stupid like i feel like his jawline could cut glass

i forgot to say bc they do be doing his hair at shows or press releases it do be very eboy wispy effortless easy breezy beautiful cover girl but it being too perfect freaks him out so that lasts three seconds ( he really does fuck it up on purpose...it looks better that way ) also he do be getting sweaty at shows ( kyle get ur mind out of the gutter ) and when hes being a greasy nasty goblin boy going to cvs...horrifying...

every part of his ear is pierced, his septum is pierced anddddd for symetry balance purposes i guess his left eyebrow is pierced and the right side of his mouth is the lip ring side, and all the little emo boy jewlery, most notably if u want to drop the mysterious heart shaped glass vial chain necklace w the sus red liquid in it...that is ravenstans version of the pep emo boy charm bracelet nose ring...His Comfort Accessory

( speaking of…i can neither confirm nor deny that kenny convinced raven and jimmy and the mystery crimson dawn guitarist to get buy one get one free belly button piercings w them….listen dhsjsk )

uhhh the semicolon tattoo behind his ear i think his right arm is the tattoo sleeve arm and actually i think most of his tattoos are...botanical? like lots of flowers, vines, ferns and nature imagery ( probably one of the moon stan loves the moon ) but a lot of them are paired with edgy things like skulls and stuff he is Emo Brother Nature haha. the (gasp) chef tattoo

...probably like a cute pablo neruda quote on there like 'love is so short forgetting is so long' or like 'if nothing saves us from death, love should save us from life' probably in spanish...fun fact raven stan does carry a personal copy of love poems by pablo neruda on him bc he is a sappy poetry king ( kyle do u want a bed time story )

and then just the regular outfit stuff?

WAIT UHHHHH ok i am feeling genreous so i will make him like 5'10-5'11....maybe....idk he can get kinda close to kissing kyle as a treat ig he just feels like a couple inches taller than regular stan also....MILD ASS...I GUESS....MEDIUM ASS BECAUSE OF THE TINY PANTS...I CANT DENY THE ALLEGATIONS ANYMORE BC I TALK ABT RAVEN IN THE LITTLE PANTS TOO MUCH

i hope that helps haha u can draw whatever u want but this is how my brain was working <3

-uncle nina

#most of my kyles are very like ethereal statuesqe striking reinassance art pretty #and my stans are usually like bouncy hollister model conventionally hot pretty #also not me gaslighting kyle 24/7 #but yes they are cute #but they are basically just older stan and kyle like older stan and kyle would probably look vaguely similar to rm jersey/raven #w mild differences #but like something abt kyle w hair up in the claw clip w the strands and his glasses and his big sweatshirt being y/n #i have a crush on uuuuuuuu #but also hi platinum blonde edgy piercing tattoo sleeve tiny skin tight pans rockstar ravenstan #i alsoooooo have a crush on u #his little edgy planty boy tattoos are soooooo cute to me

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unintentional-edgelord · 2 years

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The second post promised regarding a ZXAU in which Grey/Ashe are on Albert's side and PnP are heroes working with the Hunters and Guardians! Namely their designs, which I put a fair bit of thought into (but again, pardon the messy colouring). The goal was to switch elements recognisable to both of them from canon into something new that still felt familiar and fitting to the world of ZX/A.

Ashe:

In Ashe's case, I wanted her to look villainous but still stylish, in a sense - so she's got the top that PnP would have when Megamerged, coupled with the bandolier belt from her original design. I thought double belts looked cool and somewhat more appropriate for a villain character, so she gets double bandolier belts with red highlights.

Regarding her colour scheme, it's orange and gold for two reasons: one, orange is sort of her primary colour in civilian form and it pays homage to her canon jacket collar, two, it resembles Serpent in his Model W form. Unfortunately I don't have a blue/black pencil dark enough to achieve the canon colour of the ZX/A bodysuits but hers should be that colour. I kept the red headband from her original design (come on, it's iconic!) but made her hair wilder and gave her a cybernetic eye (which spawned from a colouring accident but oh well), plus much more smudged double-winged eyeliner. I also adored the idea that she'd have a snazzy pair of boots. Additionally you could see in my last post that she's got a gap tooth, which is a staple for me whenever I draw her.

Prometheus:

You can see elements of both Ashe and Grey's canon designs here; Ashe in his Hunter jacket, Grey in his gauntlets. I figure Prometheus is a little bit vain no matter what universe he's in and basically saved up to get a purple sleeveless version of the Hunter jacket/top specifically made for him. This turns the red/purple in his OG design from something villainous to something heroic, almost regal even (which is reflected in the gold bits on his gauntlets). Still, the upturned collar does invoke his canon merged design, which as I've said with Ashe is a deliberately switched element.

Kept the shorts from his canon version but thought it'd be way cooler for him to also have a nice pair of boots, and left his grey bodysuit as a way for him to sort of stand out against the blue/black and immediately give away he's different in a sense from the other Hunters. I did also like the idea that he's still got wild hair to reflect his wild, hotheaded nature but again in the name of vanity takes the time out to braid it. That note on his eyebrows is also written specifically because my headcanon is that Prometheus in canon has some violently bushy eyebrows under his helmet, here he has more time to stop them from getting so bad. I also forgot to draw on his eyeliner here, but he definitely wears it in varying shades of black or red.

Hope you enjoy :)

#megaman zx #mmzx #mmzxa #megaman zx advent #my art #ashe mmzxa #prometheus mmzxa #megaman zxa #mmzxau

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kevcanwait · 1 year

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Beauty

"Why were you kicked out? Kicked out? I wasn't."

Jay adjusted to bring his knees up and wrap his arms around them. His sweater paws swallowing his hands since it wasn't his size.

"I'm still in Stray Kids, silly." People said you were kicked out for your looks. "W-well, I'm still here. Though, yes, I have been hated for my looks but I can't help it."

He always wore masks and hoodies and sweats or long sleeved tops and rarely wore shorts in music videos or performances but he has shown what he looks like.

Jay had been born with Vitiligo, not very visible as his unique spots were only slightly paler than his actual skin. "It was a problem when I was a trainee but they thought I looked cute, which was weird to hear but I think until I pointed it out, they didn't even notice. A few anti's do call me a cow, though but I just ignore them like actually. They just want attention."

His phone soon rang next to him as soon as he just put it down. "Wha- Ooh, oh my god, it's Lixie!" He had a kiddish smile and wiggled in his seat while answering. "Lixie!!" "Hi, Hyung!" "Are you watching my vLive?" "Maybe." "Lix!" "Your confidence, I love it!" "Oh jeez." "Wait-" Then he hung up. "H-Hello?" He said with a laugh.

It was cut short when his door opened and he was attacked by a chick. "Lix, ah!" His chair almost fell over when Felix jumped onto him, hugging him tightly, the chat filling with hearts and his name.

Jay caught him with his legs quickly going down from their place on his chest and his arm going around the boy, his hand catching on the arm rest. "My goodness, you were gonna take me down." He laughed and hugged closer to Jay.

"Stay says hi, Lix." He didn't move but said hello making Jay laugh. He did pull back with a gasp. "Can I?" He pulled out an eyeliner pen and Jay laughed at his seemingly thought out plan. "Sure." Felix turned around and asked stay if they wanted to watch and completely in love with the cuteness that was Junlix said yes.

Even if they didn't know what he was doing.

He tilted the camera and pulled Jay's arm forward, the snow headed male scoot the chair forward so it doesn't strain and he's closer to the desk he sat at.

Felix checked to see if Stay could see clearly and started to slowly outline the spots on his arm. Jay only slid his arm around his waist and rested his head on his shoulder, that only becoming a clip for future edits because it was so freaking sweet.

Felix soon had the older ones arm in his lap, both kinda forgetting about Stay as this is how they tend to relax when they are free. He started humming 'Take me to church' which was the cover song Jay chose to make.

The pen was purple, how he found a purple eye liner, we'll never know but it made his paler spots pop. He stops and lightly turned, holding Jays face and pulled down his mask to outline the spots on his eye and chin.

The door opened again and a grinning Chan walked in, a look of adoration and appreciation on his face but also amused at how they forgot. "Lix." "Yes, hyung?" "You do realize that Jay's corner is still live?" He gasps softly and looked back to the live. "Oh, I'm so sorry." He softly put Jay's head back on his shoulder and tilted the camera back up. "I'm sorry I forgot. Jay has fallen asleep and we got sidetracked. Jay will be live again soon, I assume, I apologize again. Bye! Hyung, wanna say bye?" He was speaking to Chan and Jay but Jay just moved his arms back around Felix and Chan smiled, walking over.

"Bye, Stay! Stay Safe!" He waved and ended the live for Felix since he couldn't reach anymore. "I think I'm going to stay here tonight, Chan." "I don't think you have a choice." He laughed, lightly scratching Jay's scalp and ruffling Felix's hair then walking out of the room.

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Seeing Skid Row in Concert 20/10/2022✨

This was my first ever rock concert and wow did it set the bar high! I saw them in Brighton with my sister, and the support bands were Collateral and Enuff Z’nuff. the venue was essentially a small nightclub, definitely not designed with bands like Skid Row in mind, but it just made it more intimate and a better vibe overall🥰 I can honestly say that this was one of the best nights on my life so far, and I'll try my best to recount the events. Pictures will be posted soon!

Even tho we got there about 90 mins before doors, we were still second in line and were let in after about 40 mins.

I was talking to a lady in the line as well who had seen the Stadium Tour, and basically every rock band you could think of.

like we would name drop and she would say “aw yes i’ve seen them they're great i’m friends with x members” I honestly love that for her she was so cool.

I was expecting to be waiting for a while so I didn't have my tickets ready and was panicking trying to find them lmao. I was right near the front of the line ofc so I was panicking and holding everyone up but it was fine in the end😂

after that fiasco that wast really a fiasco we went in and we were RIGHT FRONT AND FUCKIN CENTER YALL!

it wasn't long at all until Collateral, the first support act, came on and they were actually aMAZING???

They were all on the younger side so I love that they chose up and coming bands to support.

I also forgot how loud live music is let alone rock/metal music rip my ears and I could feel the bass in my fuckin bones

The lead singer of Collateral was the biGGEST HOE EVER I LOVE HIM SM

mans was pullin shapes and swishing his long af hair around I love that

at one point he got up onto the barrier and was singing right into this one woman’s soul, she was holding onto his hips and he was holding her face with one had uUHHH it was all very hoe-ish of him and I know that woman was absolutely living

the guitarist also tried to crowd surf (I think?) but I think the security stopped him AKDJFKHJ so he was just kinda sitting on the barrier shredding on the guitar as you do ofc

anyways yeah Collateral were cool af and very early Skid Row esque you should check them out!

The next support act was Enuff Z’nuff and oh my god were they eccentric.

I've heard of the band before and i’ve listened to a few of their songs but I didn't know how cool they were live!

Chip, the lead singer and bassist, is just the epitome of seasoned glam rocker dude and he was so chaotic.

as in the band entered the stage to circus music (you know the one I mean) and I was like oH ok this is what we’re dealing with.

thy also played a glam metal version of Eleanor Rigby which was beautiful and unexpected.

one of the guitarists looked so much like Mike from the Young Ones as well, and the drummer was also v cute I think I might have a small crush on him-

but now its the time you've all been waiting for: SKID MF ROW ARE IN THE HOUSEEE

the last song the venue played before Skid Row went on was Crazy Train and everyone was losing their shit it was awesome

just as they were coming onto the stage Scotti gave me The Eyes™ and I almost evaporated there and then. boi was also wearing sO much eyeliner it was beautiful.

btw incase you didn't know the new singer for Skid Row is a very dapper younger lad by the name of Erik Grönwall, lets just say he will be a very important character throughout the rest of this report.

before they went into the first song and the guitars were just kinda reverbing, Erik just stood right in fucking front of me and sTARED AT EVERONE WITH THE BIGGEST GRIN ON HIS FACE LFJKLDHFKD IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT YALL

they opened with Slave to the Grind and

wow

just wow

they sound iNCREDIBLE live and Erik has the most AMAZING VOICE OH MY FUCKIN JESUS

(no we’re not going to compare them but just to put things into perspective, yes it was just like 80-90s Sebastian Bach)

Erik was also just aggressively head banging at every given opportunity my neck hurt just watching him but you could tell the man was just having the time of his life up there

he is also just sO. FUCKING. CHARMING

YOU CANT NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN I JUST- UUUGHHH

It was also in this first song where the initial realisation sunk in that this is THE Skid Row

as in this is the same Scotti, Snake and Rachel that I watch in all those live performances and interviews and just random videos from the 80s and 90s, and who are probably besties with some of my other favourite musicians and-

Rachel also had a sparkly bass which was so beautiful I want 34 of my own

also no-one told he that Scotti Hill was slightly unhinged djkjfkgh

he would just sTARE at you with The Eyes™ while playing and it was very intimidating so I just stared back when he would do it to me

I guess not many people can say they've had a staring contest with Scotti Hill but here we are😪

They played In A Darkened Room and Psychotherapy which I did NOT expect but I very much appreciate as they are two of my faves

also during IADR Erik Took someones phone and recorded the crowd and the band, I wonder how it feels to have a video as iconic as that one on your phone?

The stage was also small af too so Erik would just stand right at the edge (towering tf over me I might add skskjhkfg) and would knock off all the wires there LMAO

the security had to keep picking them up idk I just thought that that was so funny

another cool thing about Erik that Rachel mentioned is that before Covid happened, Erik was a support act for Skid Row while they were touring, and now hE’S THE LEAD SINGER OF THE BAND HE WAS SUPPORTING THREE YEARS AGO???? AWWWW???

honestly the rest of the night was kind of a blur (in a good way!)

that was until they played I Remember You

it was all going fine and dandy when I randomly decided to reach out my hand

and the beautiful bastard that is Erik Grönwall

REACHED OUT AND HELD MY MF HAND WHILE SINGING RIGHT AT ME

our fingers were interlinked for only a few seconds (I actually dont remember how long it was my brain was freaking out) but within those few seconds I officially sold my soul to Erik

my main character moment

a true core memory for sure

I did see a video someone took of the whole song but you couldn't see me and Erik h*lding h*nds in it lkdgfkldgh😭

he also took someones phone again and recorded everyone which was cool bc everyone had their phones lit up🥰

They closed with Youth Gone Wild which was just perfect because me and my sister were, for this entire concert, the mf youth gone wild🥰

earlier Rachel even said that x song was “from our first album, which was released before some of you guys were even born by the looks of things” and stared straight at me with That Smile Of His

Scotti and Snake were also just jamming together and living their best lives while playing Youth Gone Wild it was beautiful🥰

also when Erik sang “a boss screaming in my ear...” he gestured at Rachel LMAOO

while they were playing the outro I got to high-five Erik once again and I also got to fist bump Rachel, Scotti and Rob

and that was that!

I got a poster and also got to meet Chip there too! he was so cool!

just as we were leaving we also met Snake outside skjhgfsghjkf

he was honestly sO SWEET OH MY GOD

I was very very VERY awkward as i’ve never met anyone famous before and was definitely nOT expecting to meet him and I was also in a rush

we talked for a little bit and took a photo together

I got to hug him twice and that was honestly the cherry on top of a perfect night

i’m having withdrawals already I miss them all sm😭

#thank you for coming to my concert report #hopefully I can make this a regular thing #because I now cRAVE to be at more concerts like this one #there's something about the smaller intimate venue that is just unmatched #lets just say the bar is vERY HIGH #anyways if you're in the UK and are thinking of seeing Skid Row fUCKIN DO IT #even if you dont really listen to them they are amazing #and you will fall head over heels in love with Erik its impossible not to #and hopefully they tour again next year too bc I will for sure be going again #concert log #concert report #live music #rock music #heavy metal #classic rock #glam metal #hair metal #Skid Row

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Today was a pretty excellent day honestly. My wrist didn't hurt almost at all. I slept really well. James was smiling real big when I woke up and I felt good.

The weather was really nice today. That helped my good mood. I woke up very comfortable at 9. But I stayed in bed until 10 watching videos. James came to lay with me and we talked about the day and laughed about stuff. And it was good. I felt very loved.

James left to go on a bike ride and I went to get ready for the day. I didn't have any big plans. I would have dinner with Charlie later. But the rest of the day was open.

I decided to take a shower. It is always nice taking a shower when the sun is coming through the window. Maybe I'll do that more often. Give myself a little more time before work and start the day nice like that.

I got dressed and felt good. I didn't love my eye makeup. I have been playing with the messy eyeliner indie sleaze look but I don't think I love it with most of my clothes. But that was fine.

I went for a little walk to the grocery store. I got a pumpkin cheese tastey kake and went to Walgreens for a soda.

I can fit a 2 liter soda in my purse and didnt even crush my cheese cake.

It was beautiful out. I really enjoyed the walk. And when I got home I had my breakfast sandwich. Which was really a brunch sandwich at that point. And got into my knitting. I was able to do two rows before James came home.

They got cleaned up and we chilled on the couch for a bit before we went to the grocery store. I didn't want much at all but we got some baked goods and many drinks. I was very excited to find vanilla drinkable yogurt, super high protein. And I got a tiny pumpkin. James got us quarters and we went home.

I spent a lot of this afternoon clearing my closet. A lot of stuff had fallen down and it was pretty messy but I had the energy to work on it today.

I decided I should be brutal and get rid of things even if I liked them. Because I have so much stuff that I really like but I just don't wear and I should stop holding onto them. And honestly I could have and should have probably been more brutal in my choices. But I did get rid of a lot. A whole trash bag full. Shoes and bags and belts and clothes. And I pulled out stuff for fall and put away a lot of summer stuff. I wanted to keep all my camp stuff in one place and I think I did alright. It's hard because I have stuff I only wear at camp and the stuff that's summer and transitional that I wear other times. But I did my best to give everywhere a home.

I also just reorganized the suitcases I have to be better used for storage. And moved them to the back of the closet so I can reach them better. It was a lot of work but it felt great.

After that I had James help fold clothes in our pajama drawer. Didn't get rid of a lot there but not none. And really it just felt nice to really see all of my stuff and be like. I'm excited to wear this. I can't wait til it's colder because this will be fun to layer. Oh I forgot about this, I remember wearing this last winter.

Once all of that was done James was doing laundry and I started cleaning a little. I did some organizing in the kitchen but found the floor was dirty and we just have a lot of dust and little bits of stuff and spider webs. So I stated vacuuming but the vacuum wasn't vacuuming. James tried to fix it but then it wasn't charged and so I had to bail.

Charlie called me and we made a plan for dinner. They would come get me at 530.

So I went to lay in bed but then a few minutes later he called again and asked to get me now. And I was like alright. So I got my shoes on.

And he got me in his big stinky truck. But honestly it was great. He's so fun.

We drove to Canton crossing and got five guys. He paid because he's very sweet. We talked about the wedding and the goofy stuff I have to deal with and he told me about going to Indonesia for a month and his surgery on Thursday. He's getting a disk in his back shaved because it's pushing into a nerve. He is scared but also this is going to give him his life back. Hell hopefully be able to surf again. Not in Indonesia but it gives him a reason to go back.

We ate our food at the park by the water. And walked for a while. He told me about the boats and we pointed out every dog. The sun was setting and everything was really pretty and it was nice to be with my friend.

It's so silly that when you have friends that live far away it's almost easier to make plans then when they live down the street. Like he literally is on the same street as me just a mile away. Not even a full mile. But we will try to do better.

We went to his apartment next so he could show me the paintings he's installing tomorrow for his solo show. We got stuck behind an accident but no one was hurt so it wasn't a big deal. Just people not letting people merge and being stupid.

We got around it and got back to his place. It's a new build and was nice. I would have preferred it on the third floor because that street is loud and busy. But still nice. His has the two smaller bedrooms so he can have one as a studio and his roommate has the bigger bedroom.

This was the first time I've been in an art boys apartment rather then a sport boy. And so the furniture wasn't all weirdly facing the TV's. It felt more grown up. It was messy still but it wasn't as dusty. Art was all over and it was fun talking about it.

After the little tour and some art talk Charlie said he was going to paint for a bit and go to bed. I told him he had to deliver me home first. He said no you have to live here now and I was like I will clean the apartment if you make me stay here. He was like 'noooo' and took me home.

He dropped me off and I was glad to be home with that energy you only get after talking to someone about art. So I got in here and after I got something to drink I went and took a shower and got to work on my studio for a bit. I did t actually make much but I got stuff ready to work on tomorrow and I re-hemmed the dress I hemmed yesterday. I decided to take off another inch and it's basically perfect now and I love it. So it was worth it to do it again.

And then I got in bed and I am feeling good. James was at a baseball game and got home a little bit ago. I am happy to have them back.

We also were able to do some wedding discussion to deal with some last minute changes. We had 4 people pull out but 2 ask to come. And that is just fine. The two are actually my highschool best friend, Joanna, and her partner. And I'm so excited she's now able to come. It's been entirely to long since I've seen her and it is just so important to me that she's there. Like teenage me always knew she needed to be there and it's happening and that just makes me feel lighter inside.

And I am hoping that good feeling holds through tomorrow. We have a training at the museum tomorrow and then I'm supposed to go do some onboarding at AVAM but I am not positive because I have not gotten an email when I checked in yesterday. But that is okay! I am still looking forward to the day.

I hope you all have a good night! Sleep good! Take care of each other! Goodnight!

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kahvilahuhut · 2 years

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😭, 🎂, 🙈, ⚾, ❇️, 🚆, 🌟, ❤️ (i did one from each group and I'm sorry, maybe this should go under a read more lmao)

wkdkfkf thank you omg this is gonna be fun 😂 and yeah i'll put a read more probably bc i can rarely write a short answer lol

i almost forgot abt it's existance lol bc i have the thing that shortens posts on dashboard 😭😂 oh boy

i'll do this one w/ dana 🥰

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

They cry rarely. Partly because Dana has a "bad connection" with their feelings as in...they simply don't understand how they feel most of the time and doesn't deal with them early enough. That then leads to piled up emotions which is...not healthy, to be honest. They also prefer to do it in private, because they have an unhealthy mindset about not showing weakness. They also claim that they rarely cry bc it would ruin their eyeliner they had carefully drawn (they suck at makeup ngl)

Usually the reason why they cry is their job. Being (half unwillingly) chosen as the general of a new defence force squad already sounds like a hard job, and along with that come the awful bosses who don't really care about losses (bc most of the squad members are robots created exactly for this task) nor ethics, and who also love to push poor Dana to their limits (and over). It ain't easy, but it's worth it (a lie).

The second reason are the bottled-up emotions they're bad at taking care of. But usually it's both of these mixed together. There are other reasons too, but those are the most important ones.

Once resurrected in a robot body, she actually jokes about one of the best things of it is that crying is not an available function in this body. Bold of her to assume that makes her life better somehow.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

To be honest I haven't chosen the date yet lol Might as well do it now! hmmm let's go with 10th of August 🤔

She's not into big parties, and instead prefers to have a very little party (or no party). She's kinda indifferent about it, but likes the gifts :)

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

I already mentioned it in the first one but...the vulnerable side (tm). Dana wants to be known for their achievements, their personality, they've done to help the world or what ideas do they have. And they're scared that acting like a normal person with bad days will stop people from seeing what they've done, and instead they will only be known for breakdowns and feeling bad over something. Good thing is that they Do Get Better at seeing vulnerability as a good thing and get a healthier life style (it only lasts a little but hey, it's still something ;) )

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

Dana likes playing badminton. She and Amal often played together as a way to procrastinate school/university tasks, and continued to play it once in a while in the working life, though more rarely than when they were studying.

She's also a bit into floorball, and always chooses to be a goalkeeper :3

OH AND Dana also does yoga sometimes bc their work would create them even more pain if they didn't do stretches. Though because of the work schedule they have, they usually do yoga sometime around 3AM 🥲

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

Their coffee cup. It was gifted to them by their parents, and Dana has used it ever since. It's beige and has pomegranates drawn on it.

Also their phone bc it has all the contacts they need in their life AND bc they value all the articles/book pdfs/other knowledge things they keep there and don't want to lose them.

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

Shut it's power source down so it stops. Throw rocks on the rails. Switch the rails to the one person part in case it won't work & run as fast as you can to untie them bc trams are Slow.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

In childhood it would be something like:

"So many planets, people and things to do out there! I wish I could travel more often, just to feel like I'm somehow a part of this universe."

Meanwhile as an adult:

"From all the star systems and planets that exist, hell, even the ones that we can see, and all of the living beings that live there, it's kinda weird to be the person who has so much they could do to affect the future of this sector of the galaxy. Winning a local lottery worth of 50 dollars would definitely feel better. I'm so tired."

She rarely star gazes in the literal way, because she simply doesn't have time to sit on a meadow and look at the sky. She does love looking out of the window of the spaceship just to see how beautiful space is.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Quality time 🥰 Their ideal moment spent with a loved one is cuddling on a couch or a bed while reading something, and/or talking with each other about life and random topics that come to their mind. Philosophical conversations are a bonus.

#hollowbreeze #asks #long post

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So I saw asks are open! It was my birthday today but nobody remembered and it made me kinda sad. So can I request the tokyo revengers boys( I dont know who to pick so feel free to) like celebrating their s/o birthday or comforting them when everybody else forgets abt it? TIA

n.a.: hihii<3 i really hope I'm not late, first of all HAPPY BBDAY BBBY⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾, i really hope u like it, remember to take care <3

*sends a lot of sweets and hugs to u*

genre: comforting, fluff

TOKYO REVENGERS CHARACTERS

...CELEBRATING THEIR S/O BDAY <3

RAN HAITANI

since the morning it seems like an ordinary day, your boyfriend came to you in the morning to take you to school and as usual he went to his "work".

so you found yourself in the afternoon alone in your room, grabbed some snacks and started watching your favorite movie.

Despite the sense of sadness, you wiped your tears and ignored it, until your phone pattern lit up. It was a notification, and it was from Ran.

"Get ready and get out ". Thinking it was something serious you settled down slightly and rushed out of the house, where you found your boyfriend to wait for you.

He was wearing a black smoking, and his hair pulled back into a bun, a light thread of eyeliner and a such a reassuring expression.

"hey y/n...were you crying?" he asked.

"uhm..no...not at all. But why are you so elegant"

"oh love, it's your birthday, how could I not be? "

Your eyes lit up, and your heart started beating faster.

"c'mon let's go. I'll take you out to dinner in a special place. ” You were still freezed, he grabbed your wrist and led you to the restaurant where he had booked.

"You know, I've been organizing this for quite a while, I hope you like it." he said looking away, blushing slightly.

The place was perfect, there were few people and the soft light made the atmosphere even more romantic. You were still very excited, but there was no embarrassment, you thanked him and enjoyed the evening.

"Don't think it's over here" he told you when you two left the restaurant.

"uhm do u trust me?"

You nodded, and he tied a blindfold around your eyes. He pulled you close to him and guided you to a special place

when he took off your blindfold, the view was breathtaking

A huge expanse of stars, where it seemed almost possible to touch them. The lights of the city and the sounds of the animals made everything even more magical.

Before you could I would say anything, he silenced you with a kiss, and in the meantime he put a clip in your hair.

"I took this a while ago, it reminded me of you and I was sure it would look great on you."

And in that magical atmosphere you sat hugged to contemplate the beautiful panorama <3

"happy birthday love" were the last words you heard before falling asleep in his arms.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

So your boyfriend forgot your birthday too? The only thing he left you was the usual note that said "today will be a long day for me, see you tonight" and that message was so cold.

It was 3pm when you heard your doorbell ring. You opened it and the only thing you found was a small box outside the door. You opened it, and there was another note in it. "Smell this letter, and you will understand where to go" despite the amazement you did.

It had an intense jasmine scent, the same that you and Mitsuya smelled every time when he walked you home. So you headed down that road.

There you met Draken, who after greeting you and wishing you a birthday, gave you a small package.

You opened it and you found a drawing of a brioches and a cofee. Like what mitsuya brought you every morning. So you headed to your fav bar, where you found the owner who handed you a cupcake and told you that someone was waiting for you outside.

You went out and found Chifuyu and Takemichi waiting for you.

"I HAVE FOUND THE SOLUTION" you yelled, and just when you looked up, you found Mitsuya that was staring at you and smiling softly.

"the solution is "happy birthday my love" " you said.

"oh so you quickly found the solution" he replied before giving you a kiss on you nose.

"I'm proud of you darling, I hope you enjoyed this little game, now come with me and I'll take you to the final prize"

He took you by the hand, and led you to the roof of an abandoned building. From there you could see a beautiful sunset and there was a large tarp filled with snacks and drinks.

After you sat down, he pulled out a gift.

"here, this is for you, I did it so it won't be perfect. I really hope you like them"

They were beautiful white gloves, exactly your size.

"oh, they're so beautiful. Thank you so much Takashi" u said smiling at him.

"Everything for you" he told you before approaching you. So you stayed close to watch the beautiful sunset

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

It was such a busy day that you didn't even have a second to dedicate to yourself, even though it was your birthday.

Also, your boyfriend hadn't written or called you, maybe he just forgot about it you tought. As soon as you got home, you were very tired, but a delicious smell of pizza invaded your nostrils. You followed the perfume and in the kitchen you found Chifuyu that was cooking

He had a funny pink apron, and he was intending to get the pizza out of the oven.

"Y/N- uhm I didn't hear you" he yelled as soon as you saw. You started laughing, it was so funny seeing him with a face full of flour and ruffled hair

"It's a surprise. You g-go to rest, I'm almost done".

So you went for a quick shower and then changed. When you went out they were off, not all the lights no noise. Although you were a little scared, you headed for the room and as soon as you entered, the big light came on and a large table set up before you.

Shortly thereafter Chifuyu appeared and made his way towards you. He took you by the hand saying:

"here at your table, I hope you like it" and as a gentelman, he married the chair for you to sit on.

" It took me a while, but I'm pretty sure all your favorite foods are there," he said, stammering slightly and now his face was very red.

"It's all so good !! How long did it take you?"

"let's forget the time- the important thing is that you like it"

And you two continued to eat, it was all very good and all your favorite dishes were on that table<3

As soon as you finished, he ran to get a small box. "Well, since today is your birthday I got this for you. Close your eyes please."

You did what he said and felt warm hands moving your hair. To put you a necklace.

As soon as you opened your eyes you saw yourself in a mirror, it was such a beautiful necklace

"chifuyu, it's so pretty, thank you so much"

"Y/N, I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE" and he hugged you without thinking.

It seemed that all the exhaustion had been replaced by pure happiness.

" uh and it's not over yet, " he added. Soon after you were out, he let you get on his bike without telling you where you were going.

Until he stopped in front of the cinema, you entered and the hall was completely empty. It was literally just the two of you watching the movie

"Chifuyu, what are we going to see?"

"oh, you'll find out love". And your film started

It was your favorite movie, but how was it possible? It hadn't gone out to the cinema.

"WAIT Chifuyu how did you do it ?? How is it possible"

"shh, happy birthday" and saying this, he put his head on your shoulder and you watched that movie laughing and commenting happy <3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu matsuno #tokyorev #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya hcs #mitsuya takashi #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x you #chifuyu headcanons #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran haitani x reader #ran headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs

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zvnphoria · 3 years

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- how being koko’s best friend would be like

a/n - had too much fun with this. THIS IS VERY LONG UM. this is an apology for being inactive.

contains - fluff, teeny bit of angst, just platonic because YEAH, fem!reader, implied strong reader, reader has mommy issues (definitely not projecting), reader had a friendship with akane and looked up to her like an older sister

you and hajime go way back since you were kids. you two met in an interesting way but not necessarily in a good one.

you were walking to the nearest park to get out of your crazy house because your mom kept screaming at you over the littlest thing again. you forgot to wash the dishes (you didn’t necessarily forget that’s for sure). you stopped once you saw a boy around your age getting beaten up by some older kids. his hand gripped tightly on what looked like a school bag and protected it like his life depended on it.

it didn’t matter anymore because you had just knocked out both of the bullies in no time without a thought— almost as if it was normal to you. when you looked at the boy, he had blood going down from his forehead to his cheek, heavily panting and on the verge of passing out. he’s not the fighting type, huh. luckily you had a towel wrapped around your neck since you had just gotten out of the shower when you walked out your house, you weren’t gonna spend much time at the park anyways

you kneeled down and wiped the dripping blood off his face and noticed a bigger figure running towards you both. it was.. a girl?

“hajime-kun! what happened here?!” she panicked as she checked your surroundings

“akane-san.. it’s no big deal i promise..”

“no big deal?! i knew something was up when you rushed the other way. and my bag also happened to be missing! why didn’t you ask for help? you don’t need to be independent all the time.”

“and you,” she began, making eye contact with you

“are you okay? are you hurt?”

“no no! i’m fine don’t worry.”

“she was actually the one who knocked them out, akane-san,”

the older girl looked at the unconscious bullies, then back at you with shock and amazement in her eyes

“you did this? that’s amazing!” she says as she quickly takes your hands and wraps it around hers

“uh.. yes i promise it’s really not a big deal. i’ve dealt through worse, trust me,” you say as you gaze at the direction of your house

“worse or not this is still definitely something! even i cant beat someone up, and i’m way older than you!” she chuckled

“well it’s not like you have the heart to do something like that, akane-san,” the boy comments

“hahah you’re right, you’re right. anyways we should get going now— the sun is gonna set very soon, and you should get home as well. is your house nearby? we can walk you if you’d like,”

even ‘til this day you still don’t know why you didn’t decline her offer. was it because she was nice? it didn’t matter anymore, because if you had declined, you wouldn’t get to meet such amazing people.

it’s been a few months after meeting hajime and akane, and you had also met akane’s younger brother who was your age— seishu! you four would often hang out, whether it was at the inui home or at hajime’s house. getting to know them was pretty fun, and very interesting because a certain someone had a crush on akane.

it was definitely not seishu because they’re siblings and that’s just weird, definitely not you because akane had reminded you of your older sister who was almost never in your life, so that only left one choice— hajime.

his crush on her was so painfully obvious that you couldn’t stand seeing him try to impress her every now and then. he even ditched his glasses and bought contacts just for her to compliment him! he’s whipped huh..

one day you decided to help him out a little with his crush. it was another day of your usual hang outs except this time it was at your local mall! akane’s birthday was coming up and you three had collectively agreed to take her to the mall and see if she would see anything she’d like. turns out she was eyeing some platforms with red on the bottoms, and you took notice.

seishu dragged her to go to the food court with him because he was “hungry” so you and hajime took the chance to buy the heels. you were both now at the cash register, waiting for the register person

“i don’t understand you,” you began

“i don’t understand why you like her so much. i mean— i get that’s she’s amazing and nice and pretty and all but.. there’s another reason why you like her. something must’ve happened for you to be so attached to her so what is it?” you meant no harm with this question whatsoever. you were simply curious and that’s all.

before he answered, he smiled to himself and looked back at you

“she’s the only one that makes me feel not under pressure all the time. she’s the one who constantly reminds me that i shouldn’t be so independent and that i should always ask for help.” as you took a breath in to reply, he stopped you

“before you say anything, i know. i know she doesn’t like me. i know she’s just being nice. but there’s nothing wrong with a one-sided crush right?” he grins

even though he was beaming with a smile in front of you, you knew. you knew this wasn’t how he truly felt. you knew that deep down he was hurt but it was understandable. after all, he was just a kid wasn’t he? you saw right through him.

it was a shame after what happened the next couple of weeks after that conversation. it all happened so fast and none of you were prepared for it. you weren’t prepared for the incident that had happened to akane. a few days before it occurred, koko proudly told you that he was planning to confess and you were way against it.

“huh?! but i need to get this off my chest, y/n! i don’t care if she rejects me or not!”

“haji, i have a bad feeling about this.. i’m serious. you know how i always get bad feelings and they turn out to be true!”

he groaned and scooted far from where he was originally sitting which was right next to you. you sigh and got up to sit down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder so he wouldn’t escape

“i just don’t want you to get your hopes up, that’s all.” deep down you knew the truth. akane wasn’t interested in boys one bit despite all the confessions she had received almost every week.

“fine. you have a point. but im still going with this,”

all you could do was do nothing but let him. oh how you wished you protested more, because in return all he got was a huge burden on his shoulders.

“please ma’am, just please tell me what room akane inui and seishu inui are in,” you shouted as tears were rolling down on your cheeks. “107, right down the hall and take a left ‘hon”

you bowed and quickly made your way into the room. as you burst the door open, your eyes immediately go on seishu who looked so sad to the point where he didn’t even bother to look up at you. you hug him with a feeling of relief flowing in your body, but soon that feeling was gone when you asked where akane was.

you stood outside the door, not knowing why your feet couldn’t move. what’s wrong, y/n? her voice rang your ears. go on, don’t worry i’ll be right here next to you and if you get scared, just hold my hand! right. that was the time you were at a “haunted” house together and you were scared to go in. why are you being reminded of this right now?

you gulped and slowly opened the doorknob and found a crying boy in front of you, hands grabbing on the sheets with his head on the edge of the bed. you couldn’t do anything. all you could do was sit next to him with your head resting on his shoulder while you were crying.

a few years after that, you both acted as if nothing had happened. not because you wanted to forget akane, but because you knew akane would’ve wanted you both to continue living on without her.

despite not dating, you two would always have couple tendencies like feeding food to eachother or hugging often but you’re just THAT close to the point you can probably kiss without feeling any romantic attraction whatsoever

you couldn’t hang out with him as much anymore because of all the gang related things he’s doing. to make it up to you, he knocks on your window late at night and sleeps over most of the time. you talk to him about the usual— have you been eating? you should get more rest. and so on.

you were the one who got him to start wearing eyeliner! at first he just looked at you with a confused face when you handed him it as his present, but then you explained that if he wants to go fully dedicated to the black dragons, the wings of the eyeliner would represent the wings of the dragon. he didn’t wear it at first, all he did was ruffle your hair and said he’d think about it— and he kept his word! so now he’s the iconic money-making genius that wears eyeliner.

after all that’s happened between you two, there isn’t a single awkward moment you share. you know those friends who bring up an adult related topic out of completely nowhere? you two were those friends.

“i was walking by an alley and i heard a girl getting fucked,” he says while chewing the piece of gum you handed to him

“..and??”

“i’ve never walked away so fast in my life.”

there are days where you’re sad but, of course, you don’t tell him. in fact you don’t need to tell him because he’ll know when you’re upset.

“so are ya gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he says as he rests his head on your thighs

“ugh how do you always know..”

“because we’ve been together for the longest, duh.”

he doesn’t show it much, but he cares for you more than you think he does. overprotective and can’t help but show it at times, but don’t worry! he’s doing it because he loves you. remembers the littlest things you talk about and are interested in. he’s also constantly on the lookout so that you don’t get hurt or even worse.

when he’s the one who’s upset, you immediately know. he’s quieter than usual, zoning out a lot and just not paying attention to what you’re saying to him, almost like he’s in his own little world. before you initiate a conversation, you play with his hair so he’ll feel comfortable as a way for you to convince him to tell you what’s wrong.

even though it happened such a long time ago, he still thinks about her. you cant blame him, you do too! if you were to describe your best friend with one sentence, the first thing that would pop up in your head was weak little boy. not weak as in physically weak, but weak as in mentally weak. he can’t help but get emotional when it comes to her, which is understandable.

“it’s not your fault, hajime. she left you with no proper closure, and now you’re carrying guilt and burden on your shoulders. anyone would feel the same or even worse in your position.”

he didn’t respond but he doesn’t need to. all that matters to him is that you’re next to him, comforting him with your kind words like you always do. you both have some differences which caused a few arguments, but in the end you would still be best friends.

speaking of arguments, you argue either over the dumbest things ever or over serious topics. one time you got mad at him because he was beating you in a video game and his smug expression was not helping at all. you kicked him out of your house because you were just THAT frustrated. you felt guilty so you decided to walk to his house and apologize but stopped once you saw a certain figure trying to climb up to your window.

in the start of the serious argument, it was completely something different than what you were yelling at each other about now.

he showed up at your house with your favorite boba and snacks. you demanded him to put those down.

“hajime. food— no. MONEY cant keep me happy forever, and that also applies to you!”

“then what else am i supposed to do?!” his voice started getting weak. he was never the type to argue because he’d always get emotional.

“what am i other than a money-making genius? other than a wallet?”

“i cant do anything about my situation, y/n. nothing. because that’s all i am. just a stupid wallet for everyone to use.” he says about to walk away until you grab his sleeve to stop him.

“that’s not even true. you’re so much more than that, hajime. i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry.” you were crying into his chest and he couldn’t help but cry with you.

he spoils you 100%, no doubt. there was a point in life where you would always decline but you had just gotten so used to the offer that you got tired of fighting back. i mean, how could you? he was so willing and eager and most importantly HAPPY to do this for you.

hajime cant drive motorcycles and you constantly tease him about it, which he just responds to you by squeezing your cheeks together so you could shut up. the bad thing about this is that you guys always have to walk or go on a bus to the specific place you’re going to which is pretty tiring at times. although that doesn’t matter because what matters is that you both have each other.

back to the overprotective part.. you got called by this boy to meet him at the rooftop by the end of school and you already knew what was about to go down because of your shoujo manga reading sessions. the first thing you did was call hajime and he immediately got there to warn you about what you were gonna get yourself into.

“don’t you already have someone you like??”

“uh.. no?”

“i couldve sworn you liked that ‘tora dude..”

“keep your mouth shut!”

“…so you’re gonna reject him right?”

and you did! nicely, of course. hajime advised you should make come off as mean so he wouldn’t bother you again but you just ignored him and pretended like you didn’t hear anything.

being his best friend contains some ups and downs, but that’s the point of true friendships— it’ll never be perfect.

#tokyo revengers x reader #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi headcanons #kokonoi fluff #kokonoi x reader

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Pairing: Chrollo x fem!reader

Tags: College AU, rich Chrollo, Gossip Girl vibes, this is my first draft so sorry about the errors

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: The infamous October party is all the talk at YorkNew University. It takes place at a huge penthouse in the heart of the city, owned by a mysterious man that few know the true identity of.

You attend the party just having entered your freshman year. There, you meet all sorts of people. But one, in particular, intrigues you the most. His name is Chrollo Lucilfer. He is an expensive suit-wearing, whisky-smelling, suspiciously rich graduate student.

And you are going to try to get him to dance.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Do not drink underage. You should not use any of the actions displayed in the following story as examples for your own life.

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Chapter 1/?

As you walked through the streets of YorkNew City you felt gusts of wind push past you so strongly that they nearly knocked you over. It was already miserable to be outside, and it was only October. The sky was growing dark, the city growing brighter. Fall decorations adorned the buildings you passed. The Southernpiece Auction House looked the most magnificent of them all– with bright colored lights trailing the pathway and walls.

No time to wonder at your surroundings, you thought. You would have four more years to gawk at the city. You pulled your scarf tighter around you as you walked faster. Although you looked cute in your tights, it was definitely not the appropriate clothing choice for this weather.

Your decision to go to YNU seemed perfect in every way. It was one of the top schools in YorkNew and was in the heart of the city. Unfortunately, you failed to realize that the wind would be whipping for three-quarters of the year.

While it wasn’t the biggest “party school,” there was a single big party in October held by one of the fraternities. That party was the one you happened to be heading to right now. Everyone knew of it and talked about it non-stop. You were reluctant to attend. You hadn’t had many real party experiences at high school. For the most part, they consisted of sitting around drinking cheap beer while your classmates humiliated themselves. Your friends had high hopes for this one, though.

For one, it appeared to be in the penthouse of a high-rise building. You checked your phone to see if the location matched the one on your map. This wasn’t the frat house you had been expecting. Although your and the system’s arrows matched, you really couldn’t trust your directional skills, anyway.

Your hands were near frozen, but you managed to press the call button on your friends’ contact.

“Hey Canary?” you don’t hear her reply as music floods through your phone speaker. Seconds later, it becomes quieter, signaling she moved into another room.

“Hey, it’s absolutely crazy up here, sorry.”

You ask her about the address, and she confirms it. She tells you her location at the party so you can find her later. She hangs up before you can say bye or express more of your listless anxieties. Why were you so worried? You had Canary and Amane and… well, you didn’t know many others. And of course Canary and Amane would be all over each other so really you had no one. That was a valid source of anxiety, was it not?

Either way, you needed to step into the building to escape the cold. Perhaps after you warmed up you could make your escape. I knew this was a bad idea.

The entryway was already magnificent, with tall arches and marble floors. A fire blazed near a seating area on the opposite wall. You rushed over to find it unoccupied, thank goodness. You sat as close as safely possible and felt the warmth creep back into your body.

Your head cleared a bit, thoughts straightening out into coherency. You were at your first party. Your friends were all up there already, so you wouldn’t need to wait for them awkwardly. Everything would go smoothly as long as–

Just then, a group of around six people entered the hall. You couldn’t help but stare. One was over six feet tall, another shorter than five. And some were unbelievably gorgeous. One of them particularly caught your eye. He was wearing all black, styled in an expensive coat and dress shirt. His hair was black as well, hanging loose around his pale face. Dark eyes looked towards a man at his right. He walked with such an intimidating stride that you nearly hid behind the sofa. Luckily, they didn’t appear to be heading in your direction.

They probably were all college students, why else would they be dressed up at a random apartment on this specific day? The thought sent butterflies to your stomach. If the group really was full of college students, maybe you should be going to that party.

Not to gawk at them or anything. Based on their looks, you could tell that they were the rich YorkNew city elite-type students, not the federal loan international-type student as you were. In other words, they had power and you did not. It was best to avoid these types of people. You knew that much just from living in the city for a couple of months.

The group was still waiting outside of the elevators. You made possibly the stupidest decision that you could’ve at that moment. You rose from your seat and flattened your hair. You then proceeded to trot right over to the elevator, behind the group. You had to go upstairs somehow, and reaching the top floor through the stairs didn’t seem like the ideal choice.

Clearly still distracted by the image of that man’s face that was now tattoed onto your brain, you didn’t even notice when the elevator doors opened. A voice sounded from inside that snapped you out of your daydream.

“There’s enough room if you want to come in…” it was the same man that you noticed from before.

An amused expression shone on his face– it was as if he was trying to hide a smirk. He placed his hand on the elevator door so it wouldn’t close. You noticed thick silver rings on a couple of his fingers. It was clear from his appearance that he was wealthy. Not to mention, his mannerisms had an undertone of superiority. Despite yourself, this only enticed you more. Who was this man?

Apparently, you were about to find out.

A blush rose on your face as you quickly gave him your thanks and scrambled inside the elevator. He stood directly next to you, with his friends on the sides. The sudden closeness made your stomach flip.

“What floor?” he asked, hand hovering above the numbers on the elevator wall.

You checked the keypad although you already knew that you would all be headed to the same place.

You tried not to look at him as you responded. “Same as you.”

“Oh,” he replied simply.

The rest of the ride was accompanied by a rising tension. The girls behind you made the only conversation, talking in low voices to one another. You were grateful when the elevator finally stopped on the top floor. You quickly walked out and made your way to anywhere but where that group was. On a second glance, you could see that the rest of them also had that air of wealth and superiority that the man had. That was definitely not the crowd you wanted to get acquainted with tonight.

Besides the music thumping through the walls and people waiting around the entrance, the hall outside of the elevator looked like it could be in any other apartment building. There was a large rack full of coats and hangers to your right. As you walked through the long hall you took off your coat and scarf, happy to get rid of the bulky clothes.

Going into the party was still nerve-wracking, but your outfit gave you a bit of courage. You chose a black silk minidress that accentuated your curves perfectly. You wore fishnet tights and combat boots to complete the look. You did your makeup to near perfection, with a bold red lip and your signature eyeliner. Needless to say, you were feeling good.

You almost forgot that the group that was still in the hall until you felt their eyes bearing into you. In your peripheral vision, you saw them take off their coats just as you finished hanging yours. Without another moment of hesitation, you walked quickly to the door.

The music grew louder and you grew slightly nauseous. This night has already been far too much. Is it really the best idea to continue on? It was too late to turn back, as you would be turning to face those who you wished to avoid.

So, you opened the door. You were immediately flooded with lights and sounds and people. The interior was huge. You guessed that this single apartment took up the majority of the floor, and apparently the one above it too. A staircase on the right side led to a balcony overlooking the main room. Couches and furniture lined the walls, pushed away to form a space in the middle. From what you could see, the entire back wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. If you hadn’t felt so dizzy, you would’ve noticed that the room stunning and grand, unlike any you have seen before.

Students were everywhere, crowding on the couches and the dance floor. You couldn’t make out many faces as the neon lights were dim. You guessed that there were at least seventy people in this room alone.

The music thumped in your bones. You tried to focus on the lines of the song playing instead of your rising panic. “Oh god can you make my heart stop… killshot baby.”

After assessing your surroundings, you made a quick beeline to the kitchen, where Canary said she would be when you called her earlier. The walk was only quick in theory. It took you around five minutes to make your way across the room. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, weaving through drunk bodies dancing with fervor. You smelt the sweet smell of vape smoke mixed in with the sweat. Heads turned to look at you but you did not look back. Nothing interested you more than finding your friends. Meeting other people could come after you were settled.

You bitterly realized that it had been a bad idea not to come with Canary and Amane an hour earlier. You thought as little time as possible spent there would be ideal, as it was your first time at a college party. Little did you know that arriving late would mean a frantic search for your friends amidst the chaos.

At last, you came upon an opening in the wall that seemed to lead to the kitchen. There were neon lights in there as well, lining the counters and cabinets. White marble countertops glinted underneath bottles of alcohol.

There were significantly fewer people crowded into this tiny space. About fifteen people stood around, drinking and talking with one another over the music. Without thinking, you grab a bottle of beer as you pass by the counter on your way to the other side of the room. There was an empty corner that was calling your name. From there you could observe the faces of the people around you. And possibly get a bit drunk while you were at it. You figured it was the only way you could survive the rest of the night.

As you scanned the faces your heart sank. You didn’t see your friends anywhere. Maybe they already moved to the dancefloor. You take another swig of the beer and pull out your phone.

The dial tone for Canary sounded just as you spotted a familiar face. He was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room with his arms crossed, talking to an attractive red-haired man standing next to him. Your mind was slowly growing hazier, but that didn’t mean you forgot about the man from before.

You quickly averted your eyes. Canary didn’t pick up your call so you decided to text her. All the while you felt your heart begin to thrum. Did that man intimidate you? Or was it just because you thought he was incredibly hot?

You couldn’t say for sure, as you have never felt this way about a person before. He looked older than you, a graduate student perhaps. Anyway, he was far out of your reach in terms of people you could talk to. So, you decided right there and then to stop thinking about him.

You wait a few more minutes for Canary’s response. She doesn’t reply to your text. You grit your teeth and pick up another bottle of beer from the counter. Unfortunately, the bottle opener was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck, you thought. Rather than going without the beer, you pulled out your keys and tried to pry the lid off with your sheer force. But your hand kept slipping and you were beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. You cursed yourself under your breath and looked around to see if anyone noticed your clumsiness.

Accidentally peering towards the wall where the man was before, you notice that he was no longer there. You didn’t know why you cared so much about the opinion of a stranger.

You were about to put the bottle down when you sensed someone next to you. A voice that smelt of whisky and cigarettes spoke, “Need some help there?”

You retracted at the sound and sensation until you noticed who spoke. It was him. You froze, unsure of what to do next. Slowly, your eyes trailed up to his face.

You tried not to stare as you took him in full, now that you were finally face to face. The low neon lights highlighted his strong nose and sharp jawline. His black hair was messily swept from his face, displaying a cross tattoo on his forehead that you hadn’t noticed before. He wore small silver hoops in both ears. Shadows formed across his deep-set eyes as he regarded you, emotionless and still.

He asked you again, pointing to the unopened bottle, “The beer?”

You gave him a nervous laugh, “Oh, yes. I don’t know where the bottle opener went…”

He still stood unusually close to you. Obviously, it was only so that you could hear him better over the loud music. Still, it made your heart flutter. You averted your eyes from his only to see the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up, displaying strong arms and hands.

You tried to tell yourself that he was just being nice. And you were making a fool of yourself, just as you were before at the elevator. You knew you had no chance with him, even though a party was a more relaxed environment than most. He would want nothing to do with you after he helped you again. These intimidating upperclassmen were the same.

The man said nothing as he placed the edge of the bottle on the counter, with the cap at the edge. Those beautiful, white marble countertops. Surely he isn’t going to…

With a slam of his palm, the cap came clear off.

“Here,” he said simply.

Why, you wondered, was that so attractive. You couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by the opening of a bottle. Maybe it was only due to the way he did it, displaying his strength so boldly.

He noticed your expression and laughed lightly. “It’s fine, I own the place.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise at his statement. If he was a graduate student, how could he possibly be making enough for this entire place? And you were told it was a frat house, not a single apartment?

A little bit of talking wouldn’t hurt, no matter his status. So you decide to allow the questions to flow. Perhaps the beer was finally loosening your lips and easing your anxiety. You really should’ve been searching for your friends, but it seemed that your body thought differently. Something about the man drew you in. Whether it was his flawless appearance or genuine kindness towards you, you weren’t sure.

“You own this place?” you questioned, leaning a hip on the counter with your beer in hand.

He gave you a small smile, clearly trying to appear humble. “Yes.”

All you managed to say was, “How?”

Was it genuine interest in his face that you saw? Or was he simply happy to boast about his tremendous earnings?

“My company. The dealings bring in solid money, so I decided to purchase this place.” He waved a hand, gesturing towards the general direction of his massive living area.

“Your company? Do you go to YNU?”

He couldn’t be that old to have established his own company. And if he was, surely you would’ve heard about it, as he would be famous. Perhaps he was like many of the other kids at this school, enjoying a trust fund to their name and claiming it all to be their sheer success.

He grabbed a beer from the table and opened it the same way as he did before. He seemed to almost be growing bored of the conversation, needing to drink to distract himself. He became more distant as the small talk continued.

“Yes. I’m in the first year of my graduate program. And you?”

God, those eyes. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him for too long. It felt as if he was simultaneously calculating you as if you were a complex math problem while trying to appear as emotionless as possible.

He was the one who needed calculating. His appearance was already bizarre, with the cross tattoo displayed so boldly on his forehead. But the fact that he was only in his first year of graduate school and already running his own company was too much to comprehend. All you wished for was to know more about this strangely alluring man.

You were about to reply when you heard your name being called from the crowd in the large room. Giggles followed the shout.

Canary and Amane were thrust out of the mass of bodies in the living area. Canary wore a minidress and Amane wore a dress shirt and pants, now significantly disheveled. They were smiling like mad.

Your heart jumped at the sight of them. Finally, you were safe. That was your immediate thought until you saw the stumble in their walks. They were drunk.

Canary slurred your name again. “We’ve missed you! Where were you?”

“I was here in the kitchen, where you told me to wait. Remember?”

Canary and Amane simply gave each other a knowing look and giggled. You had almost forgotten the man who still stood behind you.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Amane said, making it obvious that she was referencing him.

They were about to leave when you called out. “Wait!”

It wasn’t that you weren’t absolutely entranced by the man and wouldn’t give everything to talk to him for even one more minute, it was just that your friends needed you.

You turned to see the man now farther down the counter, talking to the red-haired man again. He noticed your apologetic look and walked towards you.

“Sorry I have to–”

Your sentence trails off as he looks down on you with a slight smile, arms crossed. You almost want to take a step back, his look too penetrating and revealing.

“What is your name?”

You widened your eyes. He wants to know your name. What were you supposed to make of that?

You give him your name.

“I’m Chrollo,” he replies, sticking his hand out for you to shake as if you were making a business deal. You try to hide your laugh.

He simply smirks back at you as you take his hand. The cold metal of his rings contrasted with the warmth the both of you were emitting. The front of his hand was smooth, with light veins running towards his knuckles. A sign of strength. Moreover, his palm rough. His grip was firm and confident as if he had something he wanted to convey with this handshake. What that was, though, you couldn’t be sure.

You felt a tap on your soldier and knew it was time to go with your friends. You just couldn’t manage to turn away. You already began to think, what if I never see him again? What if he doesn’t want to see me again anyway?

“Nice to meet you, Chrollo,” you said before finally turning your back. You felt his eyes bearing into your back as you left. At least, you hoped it was your back. You weren’t used to the tightness of your dresses’ material and the looks that coupled it.

You silently praise yourself for your unusual boldness toward Chrollo. Maybe you were bold enough to make an impression. An impression was really all you could hope for, at this point. That man was impossible to read.

Before you left the kitchen, Amane held out a small cup for you containing a clear liquid. You hardly hear what she says it is before you knock it back. The taste burns your throat. You figured you would need whatever it was before heading out to the dance floor. Amane and Canary do the same as you (as if they needed it, as drunk as they were).

As Canary grabbed your hand, Chrollo’s name echoed in your mind. Where have you heard it before? You probably could remember if you hadn’t drunk that last shot.

“Who the fuck was that?!” Amane nearly screamed into your ear. You were nearing the main dance floor. The sound was deafening and you felt the thump of music in your bones.

“Chrollo. He owns this place, apparently,” your voice gets lost in the noise.

“WHAT?” Canary yells. You were deep into the mass of people so talking was virtually impossible. There was space to move once you reached the center. It was far enough from the speakers that you could hear fragments of speech from the other people beside you. The sound still bounced off of the tall ceilings, echoing through the large room.

A new song started to play and you began to dance. You, Canary, and Amane danced stupidly, movements sluggish yet wild from the alcohol. It was the most fun you had in a long while. Maybe going to the party wasn’t such a bad idea after all. At that point, the anxiety all but left your body.

After a couple more songs, you decided to try to find your way out of the crowd to take a break. Your body ached with all the movement and sensation. Amane and Canary remained on the floor, although they insisted on following you. It was a slower song, anyway. You couldn’t be caught on the floor with no partner.

At last, after much shoving, you found a wall you could rest against. It just happened to be the wall with the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was far less crowded here. The cold glass felt incredible after the mass of sweat that was the dance floor.

The city lights reflected in the glass

You were close enough to the kitchen to peer through the entrance. When you did so, you couldn’t see Chrollo or his friend. Rather, they were talking to one another next to the kitchen, along the plane of windows.

Suddenly, the glass didn’t feel so cold anymore. You began to heat up just at the sight of him. It was too late by the time you looked away, they had noticed your gaze. Chrollo caught your eyes and your heart skipped a beat. But it wasn’t Chrollo who came over to you. It was his friend. You looked towards the red-haired man with apprehension. This wasn’t middle school, was it? Was Chrollo getting his friend to act as their in-between? No , you told yourself. This sly-looking man is clearly here for something else.

“Hello there,” he said in a sultry tone. He leaned against the window just as you did the same.

His red hair hung loosely around his yellow eyes. He wore a loose dark purple dress shirt and black pants.

Your patience was running out. “Who are you?” And why are you not Chrollo?

“Hisoka. And you must be y/n, right?”

Your eyebrows rose as you nodded. Had Chrollo already mentioned you to Hisoka? What made you worth mentioning? Well, apparently you were about to find out.

“I was wondering, dear, would you dance with me?”

That was unexpected. You turned to face him to observe his expression and the one of the man behind him. Chrollo’s face was bank but his eyes looked stormy as if to issue a warning to Hisoka. Something in Chrollo’s look made you want to accept Hisoka’s offer, just to see his reaction. The slight changes in his expression were endlessly entertaining. If doing something as reckless as dancing with a man you had just met would warrant a change, you would happily oblige.

Hisoka’s smirk vanished as you replied, “Sure.”

Now it was your turn to look smug. Chrollo’s eyes widened slightly but he still remained silent, several feet away with his back against the window. If Hisoka was anyone else, say a person who didn’t radiate his dangerously sexual appetite, perhaps Chrollo would’ve been less surprised.

Although you assuredly gave him your answer, you knew you couldn’t trust this man. His sly expression persisted as he snaked a slender hand across your waist. You didn’t turn to see Chrollo’s expression but you could feel a pair of eyes on your back as you walked away. How unfair it was, that Chrollo always got the last look.

Hisoka led you to an opening on the dance floor that was situated near the staircase. He immediately pulled you to his chest. You gasped at the sudden closeness. You felt his torso with your own, his hardened with muscle. He moved his hands tighter against your waist and you nearly melted into the touch.

You were drunk. He wasn’t who you wanted. But you could easily pretend he was.

You tried to peer back to the spot where Chrollo was standing. It was far too dense and dark to make out any faces besides the one of the man before you.

He wasn’t Chrollo, but he was unquestionably attractive. His sharp features were riddled with confidence. He carried himself as a king would, so self-assured that he was borderline unaware.

The slow song had since ended and a faster one began to sound. You began to feel the rhythm and danced along, Hisoka pulling you closer all the while. Although you were significantly intimidated by Hisoka, it was still fun. You couldn’t tell if either of you was dancing well or making a fool of yourselves. All you knew was sound, movement, and the touch of his body to yours.

After another song or two suddenly Hisoka pulled apart. He wore a malicious expression.

“I have to go,” he said, simply.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply. He waltzed up the stairs to the balcony that you were dancing near. You trailed your eyes to where he stood, hands on the railing talking to the person beside him. It was the blond woman you saw earlier, the one who was with Chrollo’s group…

And next to her was Chrollo. He was holding onto the railing for dear life as if he would fall to his death if he let go. A fear of heights? No, you didn’t think so. Based on his facial expression, he looked almost bitter. You didn’t deem that possible based on his mild mannerism so far. And what reason would he have to be angry?

An idea sparked in your mind. A stupid one, undoubtedly. But Chrollo and his group were far too interesting to ignore for the rest of the night.

It was probably too dark for them to see you amongst the crowd, but you crouched as you moved away anyway. You sensed the tension in their conversation all the way from the floor below. You would wait until Chrollo cooled off a bit and then make your move.

You head back to the kitchen to have another drink. You go for something stronger, a shot of a pale liquid that you didn’t know the name of. Or rather, you were too distracted to care.

You made the perilous journey back to the balcony, dodging limbs and drunken stupors. It was nearing midnight at this point and the crowd was sufficiently rowdy. You think you spot Canary dancing near the back wall, but you couldn’t be sure. You will let her have her own fun tonight since you already found yours.

From below, you could see that Chrollo, Hisoka, and the woman were still leaning against the balcony railing. As you dizzily mounted the steps, you realized that Chrollo looked as perfect and intact as when you first saw him, all those hours ago. He must’ve not danced the whole night, even though it was his own party. How strange. Well, you were about to try and change that.

“Hey,” you said as you waltzed up to Chrollo. There was a bit of a stumble in your step so you quickly made use of the railing.

Chrollo no longer had a death-grip on the bar. He looked at you with a blank face.

“Hello,” he replied.

His friends glared at you so hard that you nearly turned back around. You seem to have interrupted an important conversation.

You lazily move closer to Chrollo and speak under your breath, so that his friends don’t hear, “Want to dance?”

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