#that being said 10/10 would NOT like to do that kind of accident ever again
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Severe leg/hand strain, as well as injury falling down a tall step ladder aside, I did damn good with pruning this year.
The current calving crisis and looming field seeding/cultivating season has been making things all the more exhausting, and I still have to get the pruned branch debris collected for removal from the orchard, but I still gotta pat myself on the back for working as hard as I have despite the setbacks.
I may actually consider mom's idea of getting a battery powered hand pruner though, to lessen the strain in the future.
#normally I have collected the branch debris once I finish pruning a tree in previous years-#-but this year I just had a feeling I would run out of time if I were to- so I'd just skip the cleanup to work on pruning the next tree etc#considering the leafing out this week from the fruit trees I think I made the right decision there#also dw about the injury it could've been MUCH worse and grabbing a branch during my fall I think slowed the fall and lessened impact#my legs took the brunt of the fall followed by shoulders- head miraculously made out scott free#that being said 10/10 would NOT like to do that kind of accident ever again
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Killer Croc and Jack Fenton are brothers.
Killer Croc was the first born, just a about 5 years older than Jack. Their father was a large man, much larger than should be possible considering he never had a meta gene.
But oh boy would it have not surprised them if he did. Because that man was strong, 10 feet tall, and shrugged off things that would injure most people.
Like a brick to the head.
Anyways.
Croc was entranced with his younger brother; he was so small so much tinier than he had any right to be, and cuter than a button. He babbled like most babies do, but Croc wouldn't think twice before calling his baby brother the best baby of them all.
His dad could fit him in the palm of his hand easily! Which was just one of Jack's many great qualities in his opinion!
Croc and Jack's parents weren't really on the best of terms, Croc could tell. He didn't know why, really, but he didn't want his baby bro to feel unloved in any sort of way, and it's not like he really had friends to hang out with, plus his parents were busy with jobs.
So he mostly spent his time taking care of and playing with Jack. Changing diapers, feeding him, lifting him up and down with his tail, just the normal sibling stuff.
He feels kind of bad for his dad though, whatever kind of job he had didn't even let him come home most days, and when he did he could barely even walk upright without falling asleep and jolting awake. He still made time for them, however, when he got those rare few off days.
He's honestly surprised that man managed to drive a car properly in the state he was in.
Their mother was often out of the house, Crocc didn't know what she was doing but he just thought it was like his dad. Unlike his dad, however, she didn't really like him. He didn't really know why, nor did he really care either if he was to be honest.
Around a year later the tension between their parents got so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. Then it turned to arguments in the rare times they both were in the house, he didn't even know his parents could make such cutting remarks to each other, and then both of them being in the house less than before.
Then when he turned 10, and Jack 5. They got divorced. Croc was left with his mother and Jack got taken by his father. His mother didn't take the divorce well, really, probably because at the same time she got fired from whatever the hell she was doing and was left jobless.
Then she dropped the bomb on his that his dad wasn't even his actual dad and Jack is only his half-sibling and then promptly abandoned him in the sewers with the rats and what was most likely very poisoned water due to it being the sewers and Gotham.
Well. Fuck.
Croc thinks that Jack doesn't even remember him due to how young he was, nor did he ever see his dad again cause, y'know, being abandoned in the sewers and all.
Then multiple years later he ran into his brother again and got DAMN was he tall. Not taller than him, but it was basically the equivalent of a gut punch to Croc, because he remembers his baby bro being so tiny, so baby.
He blames his father's genes for him being 8 feet taller now. A head shorter than him, sure. But he wants back his small baby bro alright.
Then he finds out his baby bro has a family.
And fuck did he not want to involve himself anymore in fear of being a catalyst for tearing said family apart due to being, well, him and all. Then he was promptly (quite literally) dragged over to meet said family despite his stance on the matter.
Then he finds out he's just treated like a normal person with zero amount of fear. His wife? She had to have a giant in her family too because she was 7 feet tall and was smart enough to kick his ass.
His daughter? 6 feet tall and their first meeting she accidently became his therapist. Also, he was sure she was a meta of some kind, probably something to do with wolves.
Then finally, their son.
It felt like he was thrown back to his childhood when he saw him, he looked so much like Jack did, and he was so, so tiny just like his baby bro was. He had to physically hold himself back from doing anything with the kid because he feared he would accidentally break him or something.
Then he found out that apparently his nephew was half-dead and that his brother and his wife hated ghosts with a passion, built a portal to the other side, had their city attack by the ghost king and then promptly found out about their son's half-dead status and had to do a major revamp of basically everything they knew and acted upon.
Which they're still working on.
Oh and also their daughter is a werewolf, she had a meta gene from someone of his dad's side and only recently activated it.
All of that which was a lot to take in for old Killer Croc, also he knew his niece had something to do with wolves.
So, Killer Croc in all of his life from the point of being abandoned at up to now, decided to go screw the bats and whatever they're attempts of figuring out what the fuck's going on with him (look at you Red Hood.) and decided to try and integrate himself into this family and brother's life again as best he can.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp#Killer Croc and Jack Fenton are brothers#Their Father was an insanely tall man#As all Fenton's are in my hc because I say so#Unless specified otherwise.#Killer Croc has been infodumped a lot of information about his brother's family and life up to this point#Barely computed it before going#Fuck it we ball#He's very much going to do his best to prevent a certain little red riding hood from investigating his brother's family as best he can
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As per the results of the poll, here is Yandere! Jason Todd with baby trapping! These are all going to be written as AFAB
Warnings: Possessive tendencies, manipulative behavior and actions, dubious consent (technically all will be), forced pregnancy (obviously), I don't really know what else to put. Let me know if there is more I should add
Smut under the cut. Minors please do not interact with this post
You and Jason had been going out for about 7 months when the whole thought had formed in his head
You had said that you and some coworkers were going to a bar nearby to get some bonding time away from work
Jason, being the loving and caring boyfriend, offered to go and make sure none of you had too much to drink
He mostly wanted to go and make sure your coworkers are good enough people for you to spend time with
Your time was precious to the both of you, and he didn't want it to be wasted on anyone who wasn't going to be good for you
You both got to the bar before your coworkers, so Jason left you to get the first round of drinks while he quickly went to the bathroom
It didn't take him more than 8 minutes before he came back out
He stopped in his tracks as he saw some guy standing beside you as he attempted to flirt with you
Jason could see you trying to politely end the conversation from where he was. Why you think of flirting back when you had him to take care of you like you deserved?
Jason came walking over and wrapped his arm around your waist. Innocently leaning in to place a kiss behind your ear while asking who your new 'friend' was
The guy looks Jason up and down with a scoff as he pushes off the bar. Making a comment you leading him on and he would wait for when you changed your mind under his breath while walking away
Jason glared at him as he held you closer. Gently guiding you to a booth in the corner after your coworkers finally showed up
Jason didn't pay attention to the conversation as he stared the guy down from the other side of the bar
The grip on his glass gets tighter as he watched this guy talk with his buddies while gesturing in your direction
Jason smirked as he made eye contact with the guy, enjoying the terrified look on his face
Tilting your head to face Jason, he leaned in for a deep kiss. Drawing out the action for a few seconds before pulling away to glance back at the guy. Proud of himself when the guy looks away and stops talking
You lightly push Jason while saying not to do that in public
But the bashful smile on your face when he looks back at your face tells him that you enjoyed it just as much as he did
Your coworkers laugh while joking about getting that kind of affection from their significant others
The rest of the evening goes by quickly with a couple of drinks in everyone's system as 10 o'clock comes rolling around
Jason gently guides you back into your shared apartment, his hands resting on your hips to keep you from stumbling
He carefully changed you into your sleepwear before making you drink a glass of water and have a small snack before putting you to bed
After making sure you were sound asleep, Jason goes to the bathroom to begin his nightly routine
His blood boils as he thinks about what that guy had said to you
How dare anyone think that you would ever be available again when you had Jason? He was the one that was going to be with you until the end of your lives!
He tried to think of a way that could make it clear that you were Jason's and he was your's till death do you part
He begins to pull his vitamins out of the medicine cabinet while he brushed his teeth. A low groan sounding from him as a few different medications fall out by accident
He begins to put each of them back in their space when his hands stop as he stares at one specific medicine
Your birth control pills
He looked them over as he noticed you still had half a month left until you would need a refill. Hell, it looked like your doctor would need to write you a new prescription when this was gone
The gears in his head turned as he had an idea formed in his head
After all, no contraceptive is truly able to prevent pregnancy entirely
Looking back into the bedroom through the bathroom door, Jason watched for a moment as you slept
He knew that the two of you would be together for a long time to come. You were the one that he was planning to settle down and have a family with, and he was certain you felt the same way.
Would it really be so bad if he just made the process go by just a bit quicker than agreed upon?
Finishing up in the bathroom, Jason changed into new underwear and a tank top before slipping into bed
Wrapping his arms around you, he lightly kissed your cheek as he whispered that he would make sure everyone knew you were his
The next couple of days went by normally as Jason slowly began to get his plan set into motion
He got a few placebo birth control packs that looked basically similar to the ones that you had
When you called in to get the refill and the new prescription, he offered to go and get it for you so you didn't have to worry about it after you got off of work
When he went to grab it, he began to go over the explanation for the new packaging in his head for when you did get home that night
He smiled when he got back and expertly opened the box and switching out the real birth control with the placebos he had gotten for you
Jason put the box back together as he threw the birth control in the trash to take it out so you wouldn't find it by accident
When you got home, Jason went up to you to give you a loving kiss as he began to ask about your day
He listens with interest as you tell him about all the drama that had happened with all your coworkers
At one point you did look at him while asking if he remembered to get your pills
He grinned while saying he did. Pretending to remember the pharmacist had said that the brand of birth control had changed looks but it should still work just as well
Jason begins to get into your space while placing kisses and nips at the skin of your neck as you stand in the kitchen to figure out what to do for dinner
You laugh while leaning into his touch, asking him what had gotten into him so suddenly
Jason smiled as his hands roamed down your body, resting on your stomach for a moment before beginning to undo the buttons of your pants
"Can't a guy just want his beautiful girl? I just want to show just how much I love you."
The truth though was that he was already getting excited of the thought of you becoming pregnant in the next few months
Jason could barely contain himself as he celebrated the last night you were on the birth control by fucking it out of you
Jason still had to be patient with his process as he waited for the medicine to make its way out of your bloodstream entirely
He did research to figure out ways to try and make a successful pregnancy happen: positions to try, making healthier foods to prepare your body for the changes, symptoms to look for after the attempt of trying
Each time you called in a refill, Jason would go and 'pick it up' for you so you didn't worry about it
After about four months, Jason finally decided it would be a good time to finally begin to putting the last part of his plan into action
He had been tracking your cycle thoroughly over the past months, so he knew which night that you were ovulating
He had put together a small movie night while also ordering some of your favorite take out before starting his strategy
He even drew a small bubble bath for you to soak in after you got off of work while he got everything set up for the night
As you were in the bathroom, Jason double checked everything to make sure that it would work out in his favor, hopefully
With the both of you in comfortable clothing, the TV plays the movies that he had picked out to help set the mood
You laugh while eating the food he got, occasionally sharing bites of the others food
Jason's lips would land on your skin every once in awhile as he begins getting excited for what was going to happen in the next few hours
When the food was gone, Jason went to the kitchen area again as he threw the trash away and the silverware in the sink
He let out a deep breath to compose himself as he looked over at you. His heart racing as he gently palms his growing erection before going back to the couch
He let the movie continue in the background as he gently rubbed his hand over your thigh
He smiled as he watched the screen to try and hold out for a bit longer before going on with his plan
Eventually his eagerness outweighs his patience as his hand slides up your thigh
Jason gently nudges your cheek with his nose. Smiling when you look at him before he begins to kiss you
The small sigh that comes from you strokes at Jason's ego as his fingers slip past the waistband of both your pants and underwear
His fingers circle your clit carefully as he continues to kiss you lovingly
His gentle actions get slightly more confident as he gladly takes in the soft moans that you let out
Jason pulls away from your lips as he feels your thighs begin to tense up, smiling to himself as he draws out the first of many orgasms for the night
He rest his head against yours as he slowly moved his fingers down as be used them to fuck you through your orgasm and into the next one
"That's a good girl. You gonna keep taking what I give you like the good girl I know you are?"
Jason expertly pulls two more orgasms from you before he finally let's up. Kissing you gently before guiding you to the bedroom to get on with his plan
He eagerly tugged of your clothes before laying you down on the bed. Staring you down as he stripped his own clothes off
Opening the nightstand drawer, Jason reached in and pulled out a box of condoms
Jason opened it before cursing while tossing it back into the drawer
You sit up slightly while asking him what was wrong
He said he forgot to restock on condoms since the last time you all got intimate
It wasn't a complete lie though. He had known that he ran out the last time, but he had planned to run out for this moment before he had to restart the process again with the next box
He took a few deep breaths while saying it would be fine and he could go calm down with a shower and then you both could continue with the movie night when he was done
Your chest heaved slightly as you looked at him from the bed. Looking him over while thinking over your options.
"It's just one night. I'm sure it will be alright to not use a condom one time."
Jason smiled as he double checked, even though he knew the answer would stay the same
You were his special love after all. Always so eager to please him no matter the situation it would put you in
Or in this case, the situation he would be putting in you starting tonight
He didn't give you a chance to rethink the decision before climbing onto the bed
Grabbing one of the pillows, he flipped you over and placed it under your stomach
This was a normal position for Jason to put you in, he always did when he was feeling extra intense that night
How thankful he was that he didn't have to worry about explaining why he was doing it tonight
He had read somewhere in his research that it could increase the chances of getting pregnant and how he was so hopeful it would work
Jason rests one hand on your thigh while the other goes to your back while gently pushing you into the bed
He carefully pushed into you with a deep sigh, his nails digging into your skin at the feeling of you clenching around his cock
Jason starts out by slowly pulling out halfway before sinking all the way back in. Keeping that pace with a low moan as he lightly pulled you to him with each thrust
He didn't want you to get overstimulated so quickly into the night by simply railing you into the mattress
Despite how good Jason was feeling, he couldn't help but feel that something was already off
Looking towards your face, he quickly noticed you biting the fabric of the pillow your head was resting on
Oh, that wouldn't do at all
The hand on your back slid up to reach around and grasp at your throat. Softly tilting your head up as he leaned onto your back to whisper in your ear
"I thought you were being my good girl tonight. Cause last I checked, good girls don't try hiding the noises they make."
To emphasize his point, Jason pulled out before harshly pulling you back to meet his hips
The startled whine you let out vibrated under his hand made Jason smirk as he placed a condescending kiss to your cheek
"Just like that. Now don't make me have to tell you to be good again."
With that, Jason leaned back up while resting both hands on your hips
This time he used his grip to pull your hips back to meet his, never once speeding up on the original pace he set
He let out a light groan when he felt you push against his pelvis each time he pulled you back to him
Jason could tell you were getting closer to another orgasm by the way your walls started to clamp down on his cock
He slipped a hand down to rub your clit in small circles. His own need to find release rising steadily as he rocks his hips against yours
Jason bit his lip as he pushed his hips flush to yours as he finally came. Your own orgasm following close behind as let out a soft cry
Normally, Jason would bask in the after haze of both of your orgasms, but tonight was different
Tonight he was on a mission as he slowly began grinding against you
Jason shushed your whines as you said it was too much
He leaned back down kiss along your neck as he let out a small moan at how you still were spasming on his cock
"Come one, baby. You got one more in ya. Just one more tonight. Come on, baby. For me, please."
Lord, how could you say no to such a reasonable request from your dear boyfriend?
Soon, 'one more' turned turned into a two hour session with Jason coming inside you 5 more times
He littered kisses along your neck as he gently rolled you onto your back. Mumbling praise of how well you did for him while slowly standing up
Going to the kitchen and bathroom, Jason made sure to have you drink some water before wiping you down with a warm cloth
He smiled while watching you fall asleep from the intensity of your love making session
He was extra gentle in the area of your crotch so he wouldn't wipe every bit of his cum
He knew both of you were clean so the only thing to worry about was the night he would eventually get you pregnant
Jason kissed the crown of your head while whispering that he would help you with a shower in the morning before making you breakfast as a reward
Jason made sure to pay extra attention to your behaviors over the next couple of weeks
You didn't show any regular signs that you were pregnant with what he had looked up in all his research
The only thing that matched was the fact you would get headaches when you got home from work, but that wasn't too unusual from the normal
It was over a month since that night and Jason was worried that he would have to wait another couple of months to try again
He was currently finishing up making some spaghetti for dinner as you sat on the couch while on the phone with one of your relatives
He quickly called out saying that it was ready while you smiled at him with a small nod
He watched as you stood up as your voice trailed off while trying to say good bye
Jason's heart plummeted as he watched you drop your phone and fall to the ground
He rushed over while checking you over for any injuries from the fall
You blinked up at him while taking a few deep breaths as you regain your bearings
Jason quickly grabs your phone while saying you would call back later before hanging up
He quickly helped you get up while saying you were going to the doctor to get checked out
His mind raced as he helped you to the car and began driving to the nearest walk-in clinic from your apartment building
He worried profusely as he quickly got you checked into the waiting room
He paced in the exam room as the two of you waited for the doctor to come and check on you
When she finally arrived, Jason and you both explained what had happened in detail while she listened to every worry
She quickly suggested that you do a quick blood and urine tests to see if they couldn't figure out what could be wrong
Jason held your hand when you gave the vial of blood and waited outside the bathroom door in case you would need him
The two of you sat in the room as you both wondered what could be wrong with you with genuine concern
When the doctor came back in, you both stared at her as she sat down in her chair with a smile
"We did a few quick test and found what caused the fainting spell. You're pregnant."
She continues to go on about how you probably had low iron due to the new life growing inside of you
Jason gave a breathless laugh as his mind finally calmed down
He had actually done it. You were pregnant with only one try from him
You quickly stammered out that you were on birth control and that it should be almost impossible for you to be pregnant with how religiously you took the medicine
The doctor shifts while saying that while it unlikely to get pregnant, it wasn't impossible even with so many precautions on either sides part
She quickly began giving the two of you the options that could be taken for carrying to term or a few other clinics that could help with a termination and mediation you would need for either option
Jason had to hold his tongue at the suggested of an abortion. He couldn't scare you into this by saying that was not happening before you thought about it.
Besides, he knew you would come to the right decision in the end no matter what you said at this moment
He held your hand while asking what you wanted to do with the whole baby situation
You were silent for a minute as you bite your lip. Squeezing his hand while looking into his eyes before giving a small nod with a shaky 'okay'
Jason smiled as he returned your nod while looking back at the doctor while listening to all her suggestions on the medicines you would be put on to getting in touch with a couple of OBGYNs for who you would want to be the doctor you would have for the baby
Jason felt over the moon while driving back to the apartment. One hand resting on your thigh as he thought of the next few months that would come
He made sure to keep you steady while getting you back to the apartment
He began talking about some things you would need to do for when the baby would arrive as he reheated the spaghetti
He looked up to look at you to see you aren't in the room anymore
He waited as you came out from the bathroom with 'birth control' packet he had picked up just last week
He watched as you threw it in the trash with a huff before looking at him again with a smile
Jason returned it as he leaned in for a kiss while rubbing his hand over your stomach
He quickly pulled away to kneel down on the ground while lifting your shirt up
You laugh while asking what he was doing
He smiled up at you before placing a soft kiss just above your bellybutton
"Kissing the two most important people in my life."
He wouldn't forget the small twinkle in your eyes as you looked down at him
He got back on his feet before getting you a plate of spaghetti to eat. Adamant that you needed to eat everything to properly feed the baby as well
The night continues on with small chatter of plans for a nursery and telling everyone the big news
Jason couldn't help the proud smile on his face as the night continued on
He had done it. You would now have a reminder that you were meant to be with him for the rest of your life. That now every guy knows they couldn't ever stand a chance of being with you like Jason was.
He gently kissed you again while wondering if you would potentially get on birth control again after the baby was born
Oh well, it's not like 'accidents' can't simply repeat themselves later on in life
The next few weeks, Jason slowly gets to share all the information that he researched with you with the excuse of looking it up after finding out you were pregnant
He had even started to buy those corny parent shirts online and wore them any chance he got
He would smile every time you both went out and older couples would always congratulate the two of you if they happened to notice
He was so happy when your bump finally began to show. He would always have at least one hand on you at all times
He moment he felt a kick for the first time, hearts appeared in his eyes as he looked at you in awe
The best thing to happen in public was one day you were just grabbing a few things at the store for snacks along with a couple of onesies that Jason thought were absolutely adorable
You were getting to the six month mark so it was beginning to get a bit harder for you to lean down like you once had
He was wait for you to decide which can of fruit you were going to have he grab when he looked down the aisle
Jason immediately recognized the guy from that night in the bar looking at you with a smirk on his face
The smirk quickly fell when he meets Jason's cold glare
You didn't even notice the attention as you pointed to a can on the very bottom at the back
Jason didn't miss a beat as he leans down to grab the can for you. Placing a soft kiss on your bump as he stood again
Jason wrapped his arm around you as you began to walk down the aisle to see if there was anything else you needed
Jason continues to glare the guy down with his own smirk. Bringing his hand up to drag his thumb over his neck
The guy became startled as he rushed out of the aisle from the clear threat from your 'protective' boyfriend
Jason smiled as you continued to guide him through the last few aisles before going to check out
This would definitely be one of his personal favorite moments that happened in public during this pregnancy
Because it was just proof that you were always going to be his for as long as you both breathe
#batman#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#yandere jason todd#yandere batman#yandere jason todd x reader
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i often see people say they can't go to the library because they lost/never returned/dropped some library books in a bath or something, and now view themselves as heinous library criminals who would be yelled at and/or hit with a huge bill if they ever went back
and obvs i can't make promises unless you came into my specific library and were served by me but here are 10 reasons i think if you went in and politely explained the situation to a member of staff it'd probably be fine:
consider this from the library's perspective. those books are probably never coming back regardless. that value (having the books back), which is probably the reason the library has a fines system to begin with, is not gonna happen. the value of retaining you as a customer though is right there in front of them
if you explain that a fine is too high for you to pay and that that is keeping you from coming back to the library, what you've basically said is that there is an impediment to your library access. part of the job of anyone who works in a library is to remove that impediment
library computer systems will vary hugely and if it's been a long time there is a significant chance there isn't even a record of your lost books anymore
the pandemic affected library access significantly and a lot of libraries will have had amnesties once they reopened to get people over the hump of oh god oh god i've had these books FOREVER i can never show my face again. even if that amnesty is officially over, the fact that there was one helps the person in front of you justify waiving the fee (which, if they're like me and you aren't being cruel, they are probably looking for a reason to do!)
a lot of libraries have reduced or no fines for children, so if you lost books as a kid there's even more of a chance there won't be a fine
the person you speak to at the front desk at a library is probably not an accredited Librarian TM but a nice underpaid person who has to deal with a lot of difficult customers going off on them for no reason (also accredited librarian tms are also pretty nice usually). i would take 100 people politely explaining that they've lost books and are very embarrassed over one person whose purpose that day is to belittle me, a captive audience who has to be nice no matter what. library assistant jobs are often not that different from customer service jobs! a lot of library assistant jobs now explicitly are customer service jobs! it is so so likely that that person wants nothing less than to have an adversarial conversation with you
if you haven't been to a library since you were a lot younger, it is almost certainly no longer what you're picturing. most modern libraries are actively trying to move away from the image of severe quiet building where you will be shhhhed and sternly told to look after your books or else. we're trying to be vibrant community hubs full of friendly people who will do their best to help you
library employees, bizarrely enough, probably don't think of each individual book as being that valuable compared to other readers. if you own a book and keep it forever and read it maybe twice, barring any crazy accidents it'll probably last decades. if a book is on the shelves of a public library and is regularly borrowed, it'll last...3-5 years, maybe. a busy library will discard large volumes of stock every year because that's just how it works. you lose that sense of the sanctity of every copy of every book pretty fast in these kinds of jobs
libraries need people to use them! a huge huge part of getting library funding is demonstrating how many people use and value your service. you and the library staff are on the same side: they also want you to be able to use the library again
a public library has witnessed behaviours the likes of which you cannot imagine. people have shoved books down our toilets. people have looked at porn on library computers in full view of everyone around them. people have thrown chairs out of the window. losing books happens all the time and is so unlikely to phase staff who are probs a little bit dead inside
tldr: come back to the library, we need you visiting and using the service more than we need the books you accidentally lost, also if the person you talk to is anything like me they're probably just glad you aren't yelling at them
#like so many situations in life if you are polite and reasonable you will be a blessing to customer service workers#people are so fucking rude and dehumanising i do not care if you lost one of our books when you moved house 5 hears ago#talking
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A gentle breeze could be our end ༊*·˚
Okay, so I had a vision about this very specific idea for a fic, which is...what if you took the role of Kinuyo? Hear me out, plsplspls.
(i altered a lot of canon things, sorry sorry. (i'm also sorry if anyone has done this before))
WC: 4K
TW: Abuse, Sexual harassement, Pedophelia and Prostitution. Basically kinda fucked up, sorry.
You always felt like a burden to the world. Even in the womb, you hurt your mother. She died the moment you left her body, maybe even halfway, taking a great thing from the world, and giving it something useless with your own birth.
You didn't cry out when you saw the light, your little mouth opened, but no sound came out. The world was quiet.
As you grew up, you never managed get grow into anything you wanted to, and your father hated you for it. You never heard him say a word, but you knew he said hateful things. You tried to learn to read in secret, but only managed to barely get through one book after years. Learning was hard. Living was hard too.
You were 10 when he first hit you. It happened because you accidently dropped a cup, shattering it on the ground. You felt his footsteps approaching behind you, then when you felt his presence right behind you, he striked. He noticed how you survived, and you only gained a bruise from it.Plus, you couldn't yell for help, nor tell anyone. This gave him confidence. He started hitting you for every little mistake, sometimes even just for being born. You could see him feeling bad about it sometimes, but he still did it again. It just made you believe it even more that this is all your own fault. For being born wrong.
And you were 15 when he started missing your mother too much. He touched you, he made you touch him, and he forced you to open up and show him everything he wanted. You hated it. You hated your own body for exsisting, and giving him this option of using you. For having a body that could please men. Please...him.
One day though, he got caught. A neighbour, bringing over some leftovers caught him, standing bare before you, your tears dripping to the floor, as he hold your nose shut, so that you'd eventually open your mouth for him. But he got caught. It was over.
He had to get rid of you, so he sold you. But even after he left your life, he still wanted you to have a rotting future. He picked the brothel where he knew the man were disgusting. The most deprived kind. He sold you to Madame Kaji's brothel. By that point, your body was weak, and even walking was something you hated doing. You just wanted to lay down, and wait for your body to disappear.
But she was something warm. Something beautiful. Madame Kaji took you in, and smiled at you. She taught you everything you yearned for to know. She taught you to properly read and even write. She taught you manners and how to hide your fear. How to survive, even if you're weak. And she never hurt you in the process. She taught you sign langauge, and in the process, you learned to even read lips a little. She taught you a sign, which, in your head, you named "Love". It consisted of her gently kissing her fingers, then putting her hands around herself. Like a hug and a kiss in one. Love.
As you got better in writing, you wrote down everything that happened to you so far to her. Sometimes you teared up while writing, but she was always there, gently soothing you, and caressing your hair. She promised you that no man would ever touch you again, and she'll give you hapiness. You slept in her room, never leaving her side when it wasn't really necessary. She kept you safe. You were happy. She became your world. You wanted to be by her side, forever.
Living in a brothel made you more concious about people's sexual life, and every time you saw a man's face contort in pleasure, a shiver ran down your spine, prickling at your intestines, feeling your insides recoil in fear and disgust. You wanted to run away, and just jump back into Madame Kaji's embrace, but you had to be strong, like she wanted you to be. You never had to sleep with a man, but sometimes you went out to serve drinks, having to see the girls, who you admired greatly and saw as big sisters, having to engage in acts that would've have made you have a breakdown. Still, you stayed useless.
You wanted to be useful, you really did, but she never let you do much. You were too precious, she claimed. You really did love Madame Kaji, but you felt like a burden. No...you knew you were a burden.
One day, you managed to somehow convince her to let you serve drinks on a busy day. You nuzzled your face into her palm, gently kissing it before you picked up a tray and hurried into the customer area. You saw a man, middle aged, balding, the usual kind of man she sees there, sitting alone at a table. You sat down at the table, giving him a small, weak smile, and poured him sake. You put your finger on your lips, signaling that he shouldn't expect words from you.
The man smiled, sipping the sake. He stared at you, and kept...he kept staring. It started to feel really uncomfortable. His eyes started to burn through your clothes, and you suddenly felt his hand on your knee...slowly creeping up. You felt like throwing up.
Suddenly, Madame Kaji appeared next to you, her hand slipping his off you.
"Boss Hamata," Madame Kaji greets the man, as you sit there, not hearing a word. She signals you to leave, so you do. "She's not up for business." She says to Hamata, wearing a polite smile.
"Oh, is she now?" The man says with a cruel smile. "She's be a great addition to my home." He says, mostly to himself, as he stands up.
"You don't want another girl? Your usual is free at the moment." Kaji says after him.
"No," The man says again. "I lost my apetite." He then casually leaves.
The next day was your doom. The same man you remembered from last night returned with an army, and tore you out of Madame Kaji's hands.
Hamata was the devil himself. He took you because you were weak and couldn't fight back. He took you as his bride the same day, and left you covered in bruises the same night. He squeezed your throat, kneeled on your wrists, hit your skin, and forced his way in. He loved it, but you felt yourself slowly die inside day by day.
The worst thing? He was the same as your father. He had the same disgusting glint in his eyes, he licked his lips the same way, and he...he...tasted the same too. You tried jumping off the balcony, he punished you after. You tried stabbing yourself, he punished you after. You tried to poison yourself, he punished you after. You yearned for death by that point.
You spent most of your free time, when you could move, on the balcony, watching the brothel's door...hoping to catch a glimpse of Madame Kaji. Even seeing her form would give you comfrort...but you never did. You missed her more than anything. More than your own freedom.
One night, you were trying to sleep with the pain that he left behind that day, sorrounded by guards, to make sure you're not trying to kill yourself again, until...the guards fell, one by one...and a samurai walked out of the darkness.
Mizu looked at you, the weak, deaf and mute girl she was set out to kill that night. She was determined. She needed those informations that Madame Kaji offered as payment. She had killed a lot of inocent things before, what's one more?
But when she saw your face...covered in bruises, shaking and tearing up, she felt something change inside her. You crawled away from her, backing up until your back hit the wall. She stepped closer to you, not liking the fear in your eyes. She couldn't help but see your beauty, even if it shouldn't matter right now. She extended a hand to you, but you didn't take it.
Obviously. You were afraid of her too. In your eyes, she was a man. A threat.
So, she did the sign Madame Kaji told her to. "Love." She saw your eyes soften, and your features almost brighten up. She offered her hand again, and this time, you took it. She heard more guards coming, so as you took her hand, she started running and pulled you with her. She hid with you, and held you close, gently soothing your hair. She felt you shaking in her arms, and she...she felt something snap inside her. She put her hands around your head, to quickly snap your neck...but she couldn't. Her hands wouldn't move. So, she stood up, leaving you in the hiding place, and started casually walking out.
She knows if the fact that she was here gets out, Hamata sends out his Thousand Claws to burn down Madame Kaji's brothel...so she needed to act now. She decided to face the army now.
As she walked out, and the Claws started charging at her after exiting the first door, she fought back with all her might. She slowly got tired. Her body was about to give out after slashing down hundreds of men, but something flashed in her mind.
She saw Mikio's face. Their duel. The face he made when he betrayed her. And she couldn't help but see your face too. She knows the world betrayed you too. She imagined you getting betrayed in the same way she did, and imagined you crying along with her. She saw you get killed by the men she is currently slaying down.
She couldn't give up. She finished the whole army, and went back to get you, wounded and exhausted. When you saw her, covered in blood, your eyes widened in fear.
You got scared of her again. She sighed "Love" again, but this time, you shook your head, and curled up in your hiding place. Mizu sighed, and kneeled by you.
She then started to write on the floor, using the blood on her. "I'll protect you." She said it as she wrote it, trying to convince you to communicate too.
You read the text, and looked at her, your eyes still so scared and vulnerable, it made Mizu's heart squeeze. She didn't know you, she reminded herself. Still...she meant when she said she's protect you.
Your hand shook as she reached out, dipping your finger in a small pool of blood that dripped down from her clothes. "Protect the Madam." You wrote.
Mizu sighed. Why did you care about Kaji right now? You're obviously scared for your own life too, so why not care about saving yourself?
"She'll be safe." She writes back. "I killed the ones who could hurt her." She finishes. It's true, she did kill everyone...but left Hamata to be slayed by Kaji herself.
Then you looked up at her again, and stood up. You followed her outside, leaving that blood ridden house.
When she brought you back to Madam Kaji, you jumped into her arms.
"They won't come looking for her." Mizu says, switching back to deadpan, as she nudged her head towards the wounded Hamata at the exit of his house.
Madama Kaji nodded while gently while gently caressing your hair.
"Still...she can't stay here. In a place like this...they will want to take her again." She sighed. Mizu's eyes widened. "I couldn't protect her once...I'd rather perish than see her be taken again."
"You want me to take her with me? She'll die by my side." Mizu responds, shaking her head.
"You're the reason she's alive. You didn't give her the freedom of death, you gave her the freedom of life. You didn't do what I asked you to...so I ask you to keep her safe."
Mizu, biting the inside of her cheek, kept quiet for a couple moments, thinking about it.
"I'll find her a new home." She says, sighing. "I'll keep her safe until then." She says, now looking down at you.
Considering now that she was alone, since they took Akemi back to her home, and Ringo left her after she did nothing about it, still...she couldn't enjoy being alone. She now had you.
You cried when Madame Kaji told you that you had to leave. You kissed her hand repeatedly, like how you always did when you nuzzled into her palm, and clinged to her clothes. After you let go, Madame Kaji signed "Love", and with one simple tear, she bid goodbye.
Later that night, after walking the whole day, Mizu set up a small campfire in the woods for the night. You sat there, not even trying to communicate, just staring at the fire. Mizu felt confilcted. She didn't know you, she reminded herself again, but deep inside she already got herself attached. She lightly poked your shoulder, making sure not to make too much contact and to scare you.
You turned to face her, your big eyes shining at her, and your features shining in the light of the camfire. Still...you had circles under your eyes, bruises on your neck, your lips wounded from you...or someone else...biting on them too much.
"I saw you reading lips." Mizu says, making sure to articulate every word properly. "I didn't know you could do that."
You tilt your head at her, then purse your lips. You pick up a stick from the ground and start writing in the dirt. Your hands move softly, gently even, as if the stick was breathing in your hand. You focused your eyes on the thing your were writing, and your gaze followed your hand. Your hair fell into your face a little, framing your features.
"Madame helped." You write, then turn your face back to Mizu, to read her lips if she responds.
"...kind of her." She murmurs, making you unable to read it. She wanted to talk to you, but somehow...it was hard. Not for the fact that you were deaf or mute, but the fact that she somehow...felt nervous. As if she made the wrong move, you'd shatter where you stand. You seemed so delicate, and Mizu knew her blood stained fingers and harsh words would only cause you harm. She really didn't want herself to be the one to look after you. Plus, she knew you were deadly afraid of men, and you saw her as one. Suddenly, she felt this strong urge to reveal herself. To make you feel safe. Or maybe because of other, more selfish reasons...to make you feel more comfortable around her. To make you open up.
"Don't be afraid." She says, now articulating enough for you to read. "I'm no man." She says, putting a hand on her chest. Your eyes widened in surprise, and wrote "Boy?" in the dirt.
Mizu shook her head. "Woman." She says, correcting you. You looked at her, utterly confused. Mizu slowly lowered her haori, revealing her binded chest. "Woman." She repeated.
Your gaze softened. You finally understood. A small smile pulled at the ends of your lips and nodded. You moved your hand again, writing again. "Fooled me." You then look at her, your smile reaching your shining eyes. Mizu chuckles in response.
"A habit of mine, yes. I do it most people." She leans back on her hands, now feeling more relaxed. She looked at your face again, and...she felt mesmerized. She felt horrible when the thought that she understood why Hamata wanted you popped up in her head.
You then start writing again, and Mizu's gaze snaps back to your hands again. "Thank you." You then give her a weak smile. "I'm not like you. I am not strong. I will die easier." You stopped for a moment before continuing. "So thank you for not letting me die."
Mizu's eyes widen. If she thinks about it, it's true, but the fact that you're talking so openly about it bothers her. "You won't die easily. You're strong too. I mean...you're still alive. That has to mean something." She says, squinting her eyes at the fire.
Mizu sees your shoulders move a little, as if you're giggling, but no sound comes out. She does imagine what your giggle would be like though. She imagines it to be soft and gentle, since that's the only way she ever seen you do anything. "True. But I wish I wasn't born wrong." You write.
Mizu presses her lips together and looks at you with pity. She doesn't know why she feels pity, she herself was born wrong too. She's a halfblood, someone who has always been a dog. Something rather than someone. "Sometimes the world is not fair." She shrugs. "But you need to make the most of your situation. You're lucky in a lot of ways."
Your eyebrows lifted, and you tilted your head, as if saying "Like what?" Mizu noticed that you were able to communicate a lot with your eyes and the way you moved your head.
"Well, for starters...you're beautiful." She said, not managing to keep her gaze on you. That was a stupid thing to say, huh? Why would she even say that? She met you the other day, saving you from some sadistic bastard, and having to take you in afterwards...she's not being appropriate.
But when she turned her gaze back to you, she saw you with your eyes wide and your cheeks flush. Oh. Did she do that?
The days go by, and wherever she goes, Mizu's first thing to do, is ask around for a new home for you. She doesn't want to bring you along to this wretched journey of hers any more than needed. You already had to see her kill a group of people the other day, and it left you pale and scared. She remembers how you looked with a drop of blood splattered across your face, and how you wiped it away with a shaky hand. She never wants to see it again.
While traveling together, Mizu learned how precious you are. She knows your past, and she sees you flinch when a man passes by you, but still you want to do anything you can for her. Even if it's small things like running the errand of buying food, running after her hat that fell off her head then got kidnapped by the wind, and sitting by yourself at a river for hours, trying to scrub the blood out of her clothes, even if it makes you shiver. Your delicate hands started to have small callouses from living out in the open with her, but your bruises faded away. Good, she though. You don't deserve to have any, so she'll never have you gain another one again.
Hm. She was planning more and more ahead. Why? Wasn't she planning to find you a home that's not beside her? She knew you couldn't be happy by her side, it wasn't the life you deserved. You deserved to find an angel of a husband, who's strong enough to protect you, coddle you daily, and never let you do any work. Who'll kiss you whenever he sees any sign of gloominess on your features, and someone who'll make you believe you're not born wrong.
And she knows you'd be the sweetest wife too. You'd put your delicate hands on his aching muscles after a hard day, massaging away the pain, then gently kiss the tip of his nose. You'd snuggle into him after feeding him something delicous for dinner, and trace the words you want to say into her skin with your fingers. Mizu would hum in response, just gently playing with your hair, letting the peace take over as she'd put her hand under your chin, making you look at her face when she'd say something, so you could read her lips. She'd never tell you about the blood she had to shed that day, only the good things. Like when she saw a small bird, and it reminded her of you, or when she managed to buy a kind of sweet you liked on her way back. She'd feed you that candy by hand too. She'd watch your pouty lips open as she'd place the sweet treat in your warm and wet--!
When did this turn into being about her? Something like that could never happen. She's a woman with a quest, not some domestic husband. Still...she wants it to be like that. She'd treat you well if she had the chance...But she doesn't. She lacks everything for that. She can't abandon her quest.
So, one day she finds an inn. The inn keeper tells her about recently losing his daughter, who was his only staff. He even sheds a tear. Mizu tells him about the girl she's traveling with.
"She's deaf, she's mute...but she's a hard worker. She can read lips, and writes well." She tells the inn keeper with a serious face. "I'm sure she won't even ask for payment if you take care of her." She says, but inside, she doesn't want to do this. She wants you to stay by her side, but...that's a wretched path. You need this. You need a peaceful life.
The inn keeper seems to be deep in though for a couple of moments before he nods. It's settled. After two months of torture, being in her care, she finally found you annew home. It's good news, right? So why...why does she feel like slashing the inn keeper's throat just for agreeing? Why does she feel the need to burn the whole inn down and running with you, hand in hand? She hates this. This dumb, annoying aching in her chest when she thinks about not staying by your side.
Your eyebrows shoot up when she breaks the news to you, and she sees you freeze. She sees the gears basically turning in your head, then...you shake your head and take a step closer to her. You point to her, then to herself, finishig the sigh by putting her hands together.
Mizu's heart skips a beat. "No, look...I can't let you stay with me. This guy, the inn keeper...he seems like a nice guy. He just lost his daughter, and he's willing to take care of you."
You shake your head again, and sign "Love". Mizu sighs. She wants to say "I love you too." but that's not how it works.
"I have a quest to finish, and you'll surely die in the process. You know that. So just...be happy about this." She says, averting her gaze. Your eyes droop, and your shoulders deflate. You shake your head again and hug her, wrapping your arms around her torso.
She hated the fact that she had to leave you, with a man no less, but she hoped she's making the right decision. She really wanted you to be happy. And if she wanted you to be happy by her side, then she needed to find her own peace first. She had to save ehrself first before she could save you.
In reality though, she knew you saved her.
After the hug ends, she looks into your eyes. "If I survive, I'll come back to you." She says, gently petting your head. Your eyes brighten up and you nod.
That was farewell, because Mizu left withouth another word.
And she meant it...she'll come back. She just wishes you'd wait for her, even if it's the most selfish wish she ever made. She sheds every drop of blood, thankful you're not there to see it. She closed her eyes every night, hoping you're doing the same too under a warm blaket, filled with warm food. And she sat sail, making a silent promise about spending the first night by your side when she arrives back in Japan.
That will be her true peace.
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After Killing You - By Ttangjwi (8/10)
If your true loved killed you...what would you do if you woke up? Would you call the police? Lie in wait for revenge? No. If it's true love you'd say you knew it was an accident. Only a scratch. You'd stay together anyway....If you're totally crazy.
Eunsung is a child of divorce. Like, A Child of Divorce. As in, neither of his parents wanted him. His mother kicked him out as a teenager.
As a child it was much worse. He moved alot because the divorce was messy. His father liked to hit him. His mother constantly screamed that she did not want or love him. It's a real shame. Eunsung is a very handsome boy, and the author throws in a few hints about his brain too. He's very smart, but he's stuck with zero social skills because of his upbringing.
Eunsung gets overly attached to his first ever boyfriend, Hyunwoo. Hyunwoo is a handsome, kind loser. When they met Hyunwoo was a washed up chef working a convenience store gig. Eunsung was still a student. They were friends first. Hyunwoo was his only friend.
It become love. Then obsession.
Hyunwoo breaks up with him over his creepy behavior later on. You see, Hyunwoo gets better. After he starts dating Eunsung he improves himself. He gets back into restaurant work at the bottom. He goes to therapy for his damaged hand, so he can pursue his dream of restaurant ownership.
The problem is his new job opens doors. It eats up alot of his time...and he reconnects with his ex-girlfriend through the restaurant.
Hyunwoo notices that his relationship with an obsessive and directionless man with no dreams...is weird and its not going anywhere.
Eunsung chokes him, because he doesn't want his beloved to leave.
He does it too hard.
Then Eunsung wakes up next to his own corpse. Hyunwoo is no longer dead under him. He has entered a parallel world where Hyunwoo killed him by accident. Hyunwoo fought off his choking hands. He held up a knife in self defense...and he lashed out too hard.
Hyunwoo is at work, thinking about going to jail or hiding the body.
Eunsung hides his own body. He stabs himself...gently so he looks battered, and he waits for Hyunwoo.
He said he was acting crazy. They both did awful things, but he wants to give their relationship another chance.
Eunsung promises to be less clingy and more considerate.
Hyunwoo says yes.
He did love Eunsung. He just thought their relationship was unhealthy and stagnant.
Eunsung promises to go to school. He gives Hyunwoo more alone time and time to breathe. All is well....and Hyunwoo feels extremely guilty for hurting his lover.
He rationalizes that Eunsung's attack was more of a panic attack...not an obsessive tirade.
All is well.
Hyunwoo tries harder too.
Eunsung was in the wrong for following him to work and telling him to quit his job....but that's in the past.
He does love Eunsung.
The problem is his ex. A strong, driven woman who is also in the restaurant industry.
She dumped him before, when his hands got injured and his life went down the toilet.
Hyunwoo....isn't gay. It's a big problem in their relationship. He likes Eunsung, but being with a woman is both more natural and convenient for him...
He wavers, even when Eunsung tries his best to be less obsessive (on the surface).
It's (sort of) an accident.
A nosy coworker finds out that Hyunwoo has a (younger) boyfriend.
Hyunwoo feels awkward for even thinking about abandoning his considerate boyfriend
...who was there for him when his ex abandoned him...
Hyunwoo bites the bullet. He quits his job at the restaurant, and he starts saying the same obsessive things Eunsung used to say.
Eunsung wants to be happy, but he doesn't trust it. He's been hiding his madness, but underneath it all he's still the same.
He checks Hyunwoo's phone while he's asleep, and he finds out.
Hyunwoo met his ex secretly a couple times.
He was thinking about leaving.
Again.
Even though Eunsung did everything right this time.
Maybe....
He should try again...
Yeah....
That'll work...
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hi! i was wondering if you could write relationship headcanons about zach maclaren from the other zoey? 🫶😊
I just have so many zach thoughts all the time because he's literally my dream boyfriend. thank you for this request anon!! I hope you love reading this <3
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Zach is just about the most perfect boyfriend you could ever have.
His love language is quality time. No matter what, he will always find time in his schedule to spend with you.
He comes over to your place often, mostly surprising you because you weren't expecting him, but slowly over the course of time you get used to his random pop ins.
He loves to sit down with you and just, talk. About anything. He will listen to your rants, about what you ate today, a shitty day at your university, basically anything.
And he'll be listening very carefully, not missing any detail, and if you're ranting about something which is troubling you, he'll try to help you and almost 9 out of 10 times his advice is the best one you can get.
He'll take you to dates often, and he's definitely the kind of person who'll just take you on a long drive so you both can just listen and sing to your favorite album together.
Without a thought, I believe he has a second love language too, and that is acts of service.
You're hungry? He'll whip the best meal for you in under 15 minutes.
Your car has a flat tire? He'll fix that for you right up.
You accidentally cut yourself while making some food? He'll bandage you just the next second.
His family adores you, so you are often invited at family dinners at their place, and you always love to go.
Avery, his little sister, gets attached to you quickly and looks at you like her best friend.
You and Zach are the best team basically, anywhere.
If it's family game night at his place, you know you both will win.
If it's a game night with your friends, you both are going to win, it's decided.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again, Zach loves to kiss your hands; your palms, your knuckles, the back of your hand, he'll press kisses to your skin often.
He's also the most amazing book boyfriend ever. His gifts to you are mostly books, and they are definitely the books from your 'to be read'.
Since he's a part of his university soccer team, you absolutely love to go to his matches.
He will be pretty anxious before them, but a quick pep talk from you will cheer him right up, and he'll play with all his might.
You are always wearing a jersey with his name and number on it, he gives one to you each time his team wins a match (you have so many now it's hard to keep count).
Just as his team wins a match, you cheer out so loud for him, and he's quick to run up to you and hug you so tightly.
"I'm so proud of you," you will whisper to him, and he'll just melt on the spot.
You both don't argue very often, usually settling to talk out the misunderstanding and find a solution that suits you both.
But if the quarrel doesn't seem to find it's end and just goes on, Zach knows he hates being in this position, especially when it leads to him having to sleep in a different room than yours.
But your sheets are cold and empty, and you know you need him.
You would make your way to the room he's in, and he's lying in the bed, all coiled up because he also finds your absence to be cold.
You will snuggle in next to him and press a kiss on his arm, mumbling a 'sorry' as you realise how ridiculous your argument was.
His response would be to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you in impossibly closer.
But there's one thing he can't help you with, and that is studying.
He is the worst study buddy to have. He can't sit silently, he can't focus on his work for more than 15 minutes, so what is the next obvious thing to do?
Annoy you, of course.
He's tapping your arm to tell you the worst dad jokes ever, or to just distract you.
"But, I love you so much baby!"
"Shut up Zach."
You always accompany his family to their yearly winter ski trip. You learnt how to ski with them and now you're a pro.
You always have huge snowball fights with Zach, which always end in him picking you up and dropping you both on the ground as you try to stop laughing.
You would also make a huge snowman with him, and naming him 'Burt' because he said so and you can't convince him.
To sum it up, I think of Zach Maclaren as Phil Dunphy.
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Inspired on an episode from HIMYM - because is my background noise show:
Tim hooking up with Jason thinking he is a hooker because whoever introduced them (probably OG Bernard) was playing a prank on Tim for being a prude/too puritan and is not like Tim had much time to find a date for the wedding he had to go to. He is still friends with his ex but it hasn't been that long since the break-up and its awkward and now they have to go to the same wedding since they are within the same group of friends.
Bernard: You should totally bring a date
Tim: what? who am I gonna bring? I'm too busy as it is and I'm not going to bring a random guy from grindr
Bernard: Eh, just bring an escort
Tim: I'm not THAT desperate.
Bernard: Pfft, what's the big deal, no strings attached, get to show everyone you are doing just fine, no one has to know, you leave with your dignity AND a good time
Tim: You cannot be serious.
Bernard: Oh I'm so serious. What, Tim Drake can't hook up with a hooker now?
Tim: Just no, and seriously shut up. I'll see if I can find someone and I have nothing to prove I don't care to make Steph jealous. Plus I'm sure she won't bring a date.
Wedding comes, Tim shows up and Bernard is with his date and another very handsome man.
Tim pulls Bernard to the side because what?!
Tim: Who is that?
Bernard: Oh, you know, found you a date *wink*, thank me later.
Tim: With a hooker!?
Bernard: What, too handsome to be a hooker uh? No one would ever suspect anything
Tim: That's beside the point! I had said no-
Bernard: Geez, give it a try no one said to sleep or do anything with him? He is just a companion tonight, whatever else happens is up to you
Tim: I know that! But-
Steph: You guys ok there?
Steph and her date had joined Jason and Ariana (Bernard's date) and they had come looking for Bernard and Tim.
Jason: Hey, you are way cuter than described.
And he winked at Tim. He was way too handsome, towering the whole group.
Tim at first is kind of forced to go along but it would be awkward to reject Jason since he was already there, and it was not his fault plus damn he looked stunning. They hit it off just fine, in fact it was great, Jay was a total nerd, they spent most of the night talking, drinking and flirting, and Tim started to feel all giddy and more emboldened to just flirt back. Is not like he will see him again right?
The event was at a hotel and they were going to leave their own ways. At first Tim was reluctant because well, he has never done this before and maybe this is going to be really expensive but… what the hell, he hasn't been with anyone for some time and he really finds he likes Jason even if he is a hooker and might not actually like Tim. So he invited Jason to his room to which Jason just said: Was starting to think you were not going to ask. That would have been no fun.
They hook up, sex is amazing, 100/10 would do it again … , and Tim leaves a few $100 bills by the table and just leaves a note with his number saying call me. Tim thinks well… at least maybe this way he knows Tim is still interested to see him again. Tim feels crazy because what has his life come to… and no, is not like this will be a Pretty Woman kind of plot, Jason probably has other people to see and WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM!? He will totally not tell anyone about this and certainly won't tell Bernard how did it go.
Well, Jason never calls him, Tim doesn't have his number, so he can't call him. Not long afterwards Tim has an accident on his bike, the paramedics come get him and Tim sees Jason there. At first Tim thinks maybe he is hallucinating because he totally has a concussion but-
Tim: Jason? what are you doing here?!
Jason: My job?? Didn't Bernard tell you I was a paramedic?
Tim: WHAT? AREN'T YOU A HOOKER!?!?
Jason: What.
Jason has half the mind to not punch Tim because he is having flashbacks of having such an amazing time with this rich kid that seemed nothing like the rest but then he wakes up alone and with money by the bed table. So insulting.
Jason: I'm a fucking PARAMEDIC… now shut the fuck up before I fucking make your injuries worse and lose my license.
Anyway, they clear things up (and Tim cant look at any of the nurses in the eye because they start giggling). Bernard, Ariana and Jason work at the same hospital and Ariana and Jason are good friends. Bernard invited Jason with them, telling him he had a good friend of his who is really cute but pretty lonely and can't find a date since he barely has any time to get himself out there. Jason shot him down at first with thanks but no thanks, but Ariana (Bernard's gf) told him Tim is actually really nice. Since Jason didn't have any plans he ended up accepting.
Jason: So you slept with me…thinking I was a hooker?!
Tim: …. Listen I wasn't going to do any of it, I swear but you were so funny, witty, smart, loved talking to you and in just a few hours I found I really was starting to like you, you were amazing… and didn't matter what you did for a living. I genuinely wanted to see you again and now I'm babbling and not making any sense I'm sorry-
Jason: The fuck is wrong with ya?… after another string of curses
Tim: I- … I'm sorry, I know this is a mess and I understand if you don't want to see me again-
Jason: No, I was talking to myself because for whatever reason I find ya oddly sweet.
Jason: But first, I'm going to do something for myself and slash Bernard's bike tires :)
Tim: Oh, can I join you?
Jason: Sure. It's a date Timbit ;)
#jaytim#timjay#jason todd#tim drake#the dicking can be done by anyone that's up to you#no capes au#not fic#sorry i just wanted Tim to embarrass himself big time#by screaming BUT YOU ARE A HOOKER??#I swear i love my ducky disaster
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Fixer Upper
Part 15
Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader
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They rode by airship for a day, before switching to riding by train.
(Name) stretched as they excited the airship, now wearing a soft blue sweater with a drop shoulder and bishop sleeves, along with a white, pleated skirt. One of her legs had a knitted white and blue thigh high, the other covered in her white cast.
“That flight was so relaxing!” Leorio said, pulling (Name)’s suitcase behind him.
“Well this time we were in first class, not like when we flew during the exam.” Kurapika said, watching (Name) and Gon with a small smile.
“What are we going to do now?” Gon asked as he trailed behind (Name), holding onto her sweater so he wouldn’t get lost on the crowd.
“Now, we need to find a train.” (Name) said, giggling when Gon jumped in excitement.
(Name) followed behind the two, occasionally being helped up steps by Kurapika or Leorio.
Gon opened the door to their first class room, the group gasping.
“So this what a first class cabin looks like!”
Gon jumped onto the red couch. “Oh this is great, it’s so soft!”
He began sinking, Kurapika walking over. “What’s the matter, Gon?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get out of this thing.”
“You’re injured, so you should be taking it easy.” He turned to look at (Name). “You too, sunshine. Go ahead and rest.”
She sighed, plopping down on the couch next to Kurapika.
“I was hoping we could go and explore the train together!”
(Name) blinked as she began sinking into the plush couch, hearing Kurapika gasp beside her.
“Are you kidding? What makes you think I wanna do that? You always try to poke your nose where it doesn’t belong, no thanks.”
“So what am I supposed to do then?”
“Why don’t you ask Kurapika or (Name)? Maybe they’ll go with you.”
“Hmm… well Kurapika, (Name), what the-“
(Name) had fallen sideways, pretty much all up in Kurapika’s lap. Her upper half rested between his legs, and when he pulled them up to try and hide himself he kneed her in the face.
“Ouch!”
“Ahh, (Name), I’m so sorry!”
Gon sighed. “Yeah, never mind.”
Kurapika hovered around (Name) as Leorio held her face. “You’re fine, there won’t even be a bruise.”
The blonde sighed in relief, sitting next to her again. “I’m so sorry, (Name). I didn’t mean to, I-“
She shushed him with a finger to his lips. “I already told you, it’s okay. It was accident, you didn’t mean to.”
He pursed his lips, before realizing it looked like he was kissing her finger. She giggled, pulling away.
“… it still hurt you though, and I’m sorry for that.”
He leaned down and pulled her into a hug. “I want to protect you, always be there for you.”
She patted his back. “Thank you, Pika. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”
The blonde sighed against her shoulder. “You’re too kind, (Name). Thank you for putting your trust in me, you won’t regret it.”
They pulled away from each other, Leorio stepping between them. “Okay, (Name), it’s time for your medicine. You can get all lovey dovey with each other after.”
“Lovey dovey!?” Kurapika exclaimed, face going red. (Name) glanced at the blonde before her face also heated up.
She took her medicine before sitting back down. “Oh, it’s a pretty high dose… meh, you should be okay. You’ll just be a little…”
“High?”
“Yeah.”
It took only 10 minutes for the medicine to take effect. “Leorio… my head feels funny…”
She started to sway, before Kurapika laid her down. “Hey, you should lie down before you hit your head.”
The girl whined, grabbing his tabard and pulling him into his arms. “Pikaaa! Don’t wanna!”
He attempted to break free of her grasp, but couldn’t without hurting her. ‘Looks like I’m stuck here.’
But really, lying next to her as she cuddled into him, occasionally feeling her lips brush against his cheek wasn’t… awful.
In fact Kurapika was enjoying himself quite a bit. She was in his arms, gently holding onto him like he was something precious to her. He found himself returning her cuddles, nuzzling into her shoulder.
The girl eventually fell asleep, keeping a tight hold on him even as she slept. “Wow, look at you Kurapika. Got yourself a girlfriend.”
The blonde flipped Leorio off. “Shut up, she’s asleep.”
“What does that mean?” Gon asked, holding up his middle finger.
Kurapika blinked before hiding his face in (Name)’s shoulder to avoid accountability. Leorio sighed. “Gon, don’t do that. It’s an offensive gesture.”
The boy quickly hid his finger. “Oh, I’m sorry!”
When (Name) woke up, she released Kurapika, but still kept her head on his shoulder. That was, until she needed to use the bathroom.
The other two were getting dressed for the day and brushing their teeth, but Kurapika was helping her stand up. “Do you want me to come with you?”
The still loopy (Name) giggled. “Pikaa, why would you come with me? We can’t pee together, it’s the women’s restroom!”
He blushed, but she wasn’t done. “Well… you do kinda look like a girl…”
Leorio interrupted to save his blonde friend the embarrassment. “Go on, (Name). If you’re not back in 10 minutes we’ll come looking for you.”
She whined. “But I’ll miss my Pika!”
Kurapika patted her shoulder. “I’ll be right here. Just go ahead, the sooner you get it over with the sooner you can lie back down.”
She sighed, walking away slowly on her crutches.
“Will she be alright? It’s hard enough walking while… loopy, but with crutches-“
Leorio snickered. “Why don’t you go hold her hand while she pees if you’re so worried?”
Kurapika huffed, plopping back down on the couch. “You’re so crude. Is it so wrong to worry about a friend?”
Gon smiled. “No, I think it’s nice. You gotta protect her after all, right?”
The blonde nodded, a smile returning to his face. “Yeah, I do.”
———————
Gon held up a roll of tape, already wearing several bits of tape on his face like a beard.
“Gon, that’s going to hurt when you pull it off.” Kurapika said, glancing up from his book. The boy tilted his head, looking him dead in the eye as he sticks another piece of tape to his cheek.
“Don’t come crying to me when your face is red and swollen.” Leorio chimed in.
“Be nice to my baby!”
They looked to to see (Name) poking her head in through the door, pouting.
“We weren’t being mean we-“
(Name) huffed, walking in and plopping down next to Gon. “Excuses. Gon, I think your… beard looks great!”
He beamed, before looking down to her cast. “It sucks that you can’t wear your socks on your other leg, now you aren’t matching.”
She sighed, a pout on her lips as she stared down at her white cast. “Yeah, it sucks but what can you do.”
Kurapika patted her hand before standing up to leave. “I’ll go grab us some drinks. I’ll be right back, (Name).”
(Name) watched him leave, sighing. “(Name), no pouting. He’s not gonna be gone for long.”
“But…”
She crossed her arms, Gon frowning. ‘What can I do to cheer her up..?’
Gon glanced down at the tape, an idea coming to mind.
He held the roll of tape up to her thigh high, seeing the color nearly perfectly matched the color.
“(Name), can I see you cast?”
Kurapika walked down the hallway, holding a few cans of juice in his arms. He smiled to himself thinking of (Name)’s reaction when she saw he’d gotten her strawberry juice.
“(Name), I’m b-“
He felt his cheeks turn a light pink at the scene in front of him. Gon was putting the final touches on his idea, the girl beaming at Kurapika.
“Pika, Pika look! Gon made them match!”
He looked at her cast, seeing Gon lean back after putting on the last piece of tape. He’d made little stripes along the cast, attempting to match her thigh high. It wasn’t perfect, but (Name)’s excited face made Kurapika’s heart melt.
‘This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.’
He walked over, quietly squishing her cheeks. “It’s… it’s cute. Your cast, I mean.”
She giggled, Leorio smacking Kurapika’s arm. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Kurapika blinked, realizing what he did. “Oh-“
He pulled his hands away from her cheeks, the girl immediately reaching out to pull his hands back. “Noo, don’t stop!”
Kurapika’s eyes softened when he saw her lip quiver lightly. “Alright, I won’t.”
He cupped her cheeks again, squeezing gently this time. ‘Soft…’
Leorio groaned. “You two make me SICK! Gon, let’s get out of here.”
The boy giggled, waving to the two before following Leorio out the door.
(Name) seemed perfectly content in that moment, nuzzling against his palm.
And he didn’t mind, not one bit.
———————
They arrived at the town where they would find Kukuroo Mountain. As they excited the train, Kurapika was beginning to realize how much walking they’d be doing.
“(Name), do you want me to-“
She was already being hoisted up into Leorio’s arms. “Come on, princess. You shouldn’t be walking on that leg.”
The blondes eyebrow twitched, and he was a little happy when (Name) began to struggle in Leorio’s arms. “Noooo, I want Pika!”
Kurapika marched over, pulling her into his arms and sticking his tongue out at the taller man. “I’ve got you, (Name). I’m right here.”
Gon tilted his head. “Wouldn’t it be better if Leorio held her, since he’s a doctor in training?”
(Name) teared up, shaking her head. “No! Only Pika!”
“Well, can’t argue with that.”
Gon patted her back. “It’s okay, Kurapika will carry you. He’s gonna keep you safe.”
Kurapika felt his chest swell with pride, his tummy full of butterflies as she chose him. She wanted him, and only him.
He couldn’t deny that it felt good to be the one she sought after when she was in need.
“A tour bus?”
“They really have that?”
(Name) grumbled when she heard them talking, burying her face in Kurapika’s shoulder. The woman they’d asked directions from smiled softly at the sight, lowering her voice as to not wake the sleeping girl.
She woke up when she was jostled by the bumpy bus ride. “Ugh…”
She held her head, looking up at the ceiling of some vehicle, feeling herself jump a little.
“Oh, (Name), you’re awake. Did you sleep well?”
She blinked, not answering his question. “Where am I… how am I…”
She looking down, to see her lower half sitting in Leorio’s lap. “Oh, we’re on a bus. We figured lying across us would be the most c-“
(Name) immediately tried to roll off of them, Leorio pulling her back up by the hips until she was sitting upright in his lap.
“Hey, stay still! You’re gonna hurt y-“
He hissed when she began wiggling around, squeezing the fat of her hips until she stopped.
“Owie!”
He let go, instead wrapping his arms around her waist. “You can’t be trusted to not fall and hurt yourself, so I’m going to keep a hold on your until we come to a stop.”
Kurapika smacked Leorio’s arm. “Hey, why is she saying ow? Did you hurt her?”
His eyes flashed red, the girl whining and reaching out for Kurapika.
“Want my Pika…”
Leorio groaned. “Kurapika, trust me, you can’t handle all this.”
He gestured to the girls wide hips, that rested right on top of his crotch. Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “And you can?”
Leorio scowled. “Better than you could.”
(Name) eventually fell back asleep, this time looking miserable. “Ya know, she could at least be a little grateful I’m holding onto her.”
“Well she didn’t want you, she wanted me.”
Leorio didn’t quite like the way Kurapika said it with that smug smile on his face. “Uh huh.”
(Name) whimpered in her sleep, hiding her face in Leorio’s neck. He groaned when he felt her lips brush against his sensitive skin.
“What was that?”
Kurapika gave the blushing man a suspicious look. “N-nothing! Just… ready to get to our destination.”
(Name) mumbled something against his skin, Leorio shivering. “(N-Name)? Did you say something?”
She was quiet, and he could feel that her breathing was steady. “Pika…”
He sighed, glancing at the blonde, he was holding onto (Name)’s hand, thumb grazing her knuckles.
‘Can she feel him comforting her, even in her sleep?’
(Name) woke up again when she heard people screaming. She groaned, eyes fluttering open to see she was outside now.
She was being shielded from something, Kurapika crouched over her as something exploded in the distance.
“There’s not a scratch on it!” Gon said.
(Name) rubbed her eyes, slowly trying to stand before Kurapika offered his help. “(Name)!”
He seemed happy to see her awake, offering her crutches. “There you are, (Name). Can you walk?”
She nodded slowly, standing next to them as two people shook down an old man and took his keys. They entered the small doors, the guard sighing to himself.
“Ahh, now they’re going spike Mikes appetite.”
“Mike?”
“Doesn’t that sound like the name of a cat?”
(Name) yawned as people screamed from behind the gate, and only blinked sleepily when a claw dropped off two skeletons through the door.
“Alright everybody, time to get back on the bus!” Coco, the tour guide called. Gon only shook his head.
“It’s okay, you go ahead. We’re going to stay here, thanks!”
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(Name) sat in Leorio’s lap again as Zebro spoke to the group. She was trying her best to listen, but her head still felt fuzzy. She was able to stay awake long enough for Zebro to finish his explanation.
The keys were a distraction, the only true way to get into the estate was through the heavy main doors.
Leorio handed (Name) off to Kurapika as they walked outside so he could try pushing the gate open.
When he couldn’t, the old man nodded. “This gate is also known as the testing gate. If you can’t open it, then you have no business entering the Zoldyck property. Now if you’ll please stand aside.”
Zebro took off his jacket and tie before pushing open the gate. (Name) gasped. “Wow, you’re jacked!”
Leorio pouted next to her, before attempting to push the gate again.
“You’re a very clever young man, you know that? Never attack anyone that comes through the testing gate. That’s the other order Mikes been giving.”
He smiled at the girl in Kurapika’s arms, who looked perfectly content. She’d fallen asleep again.
“(NAME)!”
(Name) whined a little when she felt something nuzzle into her side. She heard Gon laugh nearby, slowly opening her eyes to see it was now dark, and some wolf like animal was curling up next to her.
The two older boys had their weapons out, assumably ready to defend Gon and (Name) if needed, but the animals seemed to become tame in their arms, a few even surrounding the girl as she drifted back off to sleep.
“Do you think it’s okay to leave her out here?”
“She should be okay, I can sense that none of these animals wanna h-“
“I’m not leaving her out here alone. Not when it’s dark and she’s surrounded by those beasts. One of them chomped on Gon’s head earlier!”
“Aww, but he was just being-“
He was silenced when they watched the wolf do the same to (Name), Kurapika having to be held back to not kill the animal.
(Name) yelped when she was snatched up, the wolves that had surrounded her growling at the blonde.
——————
“Hey Gon, would you like to go in and meet Mike now?”
“Sure!”
“Then I’ll open the testing gate so you can see him face to face this time.”
“I’d like that!”
(Name) felt Kurapika hold onto her tighter as they walked the testing gate. When she opened her eyes, there was a beast of a dog staring at them. “Puppy?”
When it made eye contact with (Name), it faltered for just a second, then tilted its head. Zebro seemed surprised, but didn’t say anything. ‘In all my years, I’ve never seen Mike act that way when taking in the scent of someone new…’
“No, (Name), that is NOT a puppy.” Kurapika said, patting her back. “Go back to sleep.”
“Well, we should probably get moving. The servant quarters aren’t too far from here. We’ll put you up for the night, come, follow me.”
(Name) hummed, spotting Gon next to her. “Gon, sweetheart, you getting sleepy?”
She played with his hair, before squeezing his cheek. Gon laughed, leaning into her touch. “Haha, not as sleepy as you I bet!”
She laughed, before Kurapika readjusted her in his arms for the walk to the servants quarters.
(Name) was sat down once they reached the servants quarters, yawning as Kurapika helped her good foot into a slipper. Zebro moved just in time to catch her when all of the others fell.
“What’s with the slippers??” Kurapika asked.
“Oh right, I forgot, they each weigh 20 kilograms.”
Zebro set her down at the table, fixing the group cups of tea.
Leorio gasped when he took the cup.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
“You’ll know soon… enough! Just try to take a sip of your tea.”
(Name) watched as the two struggled to lift their cups before leaning down to lap at it like a cat.
Kurapika pushed her back a little. “(Name), don’t do that. It’s bad manners.”
He instead lifted her cup to her lips, allowing her to sip. She drank, then smiled up at him. “I love you Pika…”
He blushed, dropping the cup. “Love? I…”
She yawned, leaning her head on the table again. He wasn’t sure what to do, watching the girl sleep with his face as red as his new tabard.
“Wow, was the tea that good?” Leorio joked, elbowing his blonde friend. Kurapika didn’t answer, only leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
Gon and Leorio glanced at each other, the boy smiling wide.
——————
When she awoke again, she was sleeping resting in a bed, the sky dark. She sat up slowly, holding her head.
She looked around, wondering if her friends were nearby, only to be greeted by an empty room.
“Gon? Leorio?”
Her voice became more frantic by the second. “P-Pika?”
She stumbled out of bed, yelping when she fell to the floor. (Name) groaned, reaching for her crutches when she heard the door open.
“(Name)- oh no, are you hurt?”
It was Kurapika. He wasn’t wearing his tabard, just his tanktop and pants. Kurapika rushed over and helped her up, sitting her back in her bed.
“I’m okay… but…”
She began tearing up, pawing at his shirt. “You left me all alone… where did you go?”
He sighed, sitting on the bed next to her. “Zebro thought it was best if you slept in this bedroom. It’s the only room in the house with normal appliances, so you can open the door to use the bathroom easily. Considering you need to use crutches and are still taking your pain medication, it’s only fair.”
She whimpered, holding onto his hand. “But why did you leave me?”
He blinked, seeing that her eyes were still half lidded, meaning she was still not fully there. “(Name), I’m… I’m a man, I was sleeping in the same room as Gon and Leorio.”
“B-but…”
Tears fell from her eyes as she tugged on his shirt. “But we’ve been sleeping together most of the exam…”
He attempted to reason with her, holding onto her hand. “But (Name), the exam is over. We don’t need t-“
She began fully crying then, pulling away to rub at her eyes. “Th-then you only wanted to sleep with me b-because you had to?”
His blood ran cold at her tears, the blondes hands hovering around her as he frantically tried to think of what to do.
“N-no! I…”
He pulled her into his chest, holding onto her like she was something precious to him, something he couldn’t bare to lose.
“Being… being next to you is all I could ever want. I…”
He went quiet, simply tucking her into bed before climbing in next to her. She sniffles, snuggling up to him as he soothed her, planting sweet kisses on the top of her head.
“Doesn’t feel right without my Pika…” she said softly as she drifted off to sleep. The blonde felt his heart thump against his ribs painfully, resting his chin on the top of her head.
“Your Pika is right here. So no more tears, okay?”
She nodded before leaning up to give him a kiss on his cheek, barely missing his lips. “Mhm… love you, Pika…”
The blonde could barely contain his excitement, wanting to squeeze her tightly and kiss her all over, but she was asleep again. Instead, he wiped away her tears and tried to sleep too.
But it was hard when his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.
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“Oh wow, and he calls ME a pervert. I don’t sneak into girls rooms in the middle of the night, but he gets to!”
Kurapika and (Name) groaned at the loud voice of Leorio, the former throwing a pillow at him.
“Hey! Just because you’re tired from your fun night with (Name) doesn’t mean you get to sleep in!”
The blonde sat up, rubbing his eyes as the girl next to him whined, scooting towards him to cuddle into his tummy. This surprised him, causing him to giggle. “Hey, (Name)! That tickles!”
She giggled as well, sticking her tongue out at him. “Now you know how I felt!”
Leorio groaned. “Come on, it’s time for breakfast. Kurapika, let’s leave so she can get dressed.”
(Name) was suddenly wide awake at that. “Wait, no! Don’t leave!”
She wrapped her arms around Kurapika’s waist, staring up at him. He tilted his head, cheeks beginning to turn pink again. “(Name) I have to leave while you change.”
She frowned, but sighed. “Well… can you wait outside the door for me? Please?”
He couldn’t say no to that cute face. “Alright, but hurry up.”
(Name) nodded, moving to throw her shirt off before the door was even all the way closed. The blonde decided to ignore the fact he’d nearly seen her shirtless, sighing to himself. ‘That girl…’
She pushed the door open, Kurapika pushing off of the wall he was leaning against to greet her. Today, she wore another sweater, this one a lilac color. She wore shorts toady, another pair of knitted striped thigh highs.
Or well, one thigh high, since she couldn’t wear one of her broken leg. She looked cute, but he was frustrated for her. It was winter, and she couldn’t even wear pants to keep herself warm. Thankfully, the knitted thigh high seemed to help a bit.
He helped her walk down the stairs, spinning her around a little when he helped her down the final stair.
“Hehe, Pikaa!”
She giggled as he spun her, the blonde soon joining in on her laughter. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
He pulled out her chair for her when she sat down at the table, almost about to feed her, but she shook her head. “Thanks Pika, but I’ve gotta train too!”
“She’s right. We’ll need everyone’s help if we’re going to see Killua before we have to leave!” Gon said, taking a bite of his breakfast.
For a bit, she struggled to lift up her fork, eventually able to lift a bite of eggs to her mouth. Once she was able to do that, Kurapika sighed and began to eat his own food.
——————
(Name) fell over when they put the weighted vest on her. “(Name)!”
She sat up with a great effort, being pulled to her feet by the blonde. “Maybe it’s best if she doesn’t wear-“
“No, I can wear it! It’s…”
She grunted, holding onto her crutches. “It’s just going to take some getting used to.”
Zebro watched the two with great interest. ‘That girl, they worry a great deal about her, but she seems capable to me…’
He didn’t miss the way Leorio hovered around her, the tall man’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘Something else must be causing his anxieties.’
(Name) began training with the group, but because of her injury, she was stuck doing things that allowed her to sit down.
The girl grumbled as she washed dishes, struggling to lift the heavy glass plates.
“You’re doing a great job, (Name).”
The girl glanced up from her work to see Zebro pulling on his jacket. “With your injury, I’m surprised you’re able to do even this.”
She sighed, placing her rag in the water. “Thanks, Mr. Zebro. I’ll continue to try my best.”
He gave her a friendly pat on the back before he left.
(Name) was tasked with cooking dinner, keeping the downstairs clean, and helping Kurapika with any tasks that he had to do sitting down.
Currently, she was making sandwiches. The girl peeked out the window where the boys were training. “Hey, guys, how do you like your sandwiches?”
“I like ham and cheese!” Gon said, smiling. Leorio agreed with him.
“Yeah, me too but add some lettuce on mine!”
She glanced at Kurapika, who let out a tired sigh before smiling. “I’m not picky, but…”
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Could you cut off the crust?”
“Yeah, sure! Gon likes the crust cut off too, Killua as w-“
(Name) went quiet, her face falling. The three exchanged a look before Gon walked forward. “Hey, don’t be sad, (Name). We’re gonna get him back. No matter what!”
She sighed before giving him a smile. “Yeah, no matter what!”
The three continued their work, coming inside to eat lunch.
———————
When it was time for bed, both Gon and Leorio snuck glances at the blonde as he pulled off his tabard.
“Are you you going to sleep with (Name) tonight?” Gon asked after brushing his teeth.
The blonde shook his head. “No, she’s sleeping by herself tonight. To heal properly, she needs plenty of rest and room to move around. I told her as much.”
Leorio snickered. “What did you do to get her to agree to that?”
“…”
Kurapika narrowed his eyes, before sighing. “I promised I would… I would cuddle with her before bed.”
His cheeks began to turn pink, Gon laughing. “Aww, you’re so nice, Kurapika. I’m sure she feels nice and safe now!”
Kurapika nodded slowly, climbing into bed. “Yes, I hope she does.”
Leorio pulled off his shirt before turning off the light. “Aight, lights out. Goodnight, guys.”
“Goodnight Leorio!”
“Goodnight.”
They all drifted off to sleep as the moon watched over them.
——————
Kurapika sat in the Kurta Clan Elders room, kneeling on the floor.
‘I’m… here? Why…’
“So, I heard from Pairo that you lied about the outside seeing your scarlet eyes.”
He felt his blood run cold, pale hands clutching at his tabard. “Elder, I… I just wanted to see the outside world, I’d didn’t mean to trick you.”
“You didn’t just trick us, Kurapika. You killed us.”
The man turned around, the blondes eyes going wide with shock and fear. His elder’s eyes were gone, the empty eye sockets crying tears of blood.
“Was it worth it, Kurapika? Was the outside worth getting all of us killed?”
The elder stepped forward, grabbing Kurapika’s shoulder and shaking him. “They desecrated our corpses, took our eyes, killed our children, and you weren’t there. You should have died with us!”
Kurapika shot up, clutching his chest as his heart hammered against his ribs. Tears streamed down his face, the blonde gasping for air as he frantically felt around the bed.
‘Need her… where is she?’
He looked down to the empty spot next to him, remembering he hadn’t slept next to (Name) tonight. Before he could even think, he was walking out of the bedroom door and down the hall.
Kurapika stumbled into (Name)’s bedroom, consequentially waking up the sleeping girl. “Pika? Pika are you alright?”
He didn’t answer, and it was almost like he was on autopilot. Kurapika didn’t fully register climbing into her bed and burying his head into her chest, only able to feel the warmth of her embrace around his body as he sobbed.
(Name) wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew he was distressed. He choked out a few words, mostly apologies and promises to make things right. She had the feeling he wasn’t saying this to her.
“Shh, shh, just breathe, okay? Deep breaths, Pika.”
He struggled, his breath coming out shaky as he attempted to listen to her instruction. She felt her shirt become wet with snot and tears, but that was the furthest from her mind.
“Breathe with me, okay?”
She cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears as she breathed. It took a few attempts, but he started to follow her lead, taking in a shaky breathe with her and letting it out.
Kurapika calmed down gradually, his racing heart slowing enough for him to breathe normally. After a few minutes, he sighed, leaning into her touch as she wiped away his tears. “There, that’s better.”
Kurapika opened his eyes, seeing her looking at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. He didn’t realize just how much her presence alone could comfort him, the blonde leaning forward to press his forward against hers.
“You okay, Pika? You don’t have to tell me what happened, but if you want to talk it out I’m here for you.”
He took a moment to respond, his eyelids fluttering shut. “It… it was a nightmare.”
She waited for him to continue, rubbing soothing circles into his back.
“My… as you know, my clan was…”
He began to choke up again, quickly raising a hand to covers his watery eyes.
“You don’t have to tell me, I-“
He shook his head, lowering his hand to give her a soft smile. “No, no I would feel a lot better if I… talked it out with you.”
(Name) allowed Kurapika to take the lead, the blonde gesturing for her to sit up. She did, holding herself back from giggling when he wiggled around to lay his head in her lap.
He stared up at her, those pretty brown eyes seemingly waiting for her to do something.
She giggled slightly before placing her hand in his hair. “This what you wanted, sweetheart?”
He melted under her touch, nodding slightly. In this moment, Kurapika didn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed. All he could feel was the overwhelming need to be comforted.
And she was the only one that could fulfill that need.
“Whenever… whenever my clan was massacred, I was away trying to find a doctor for my friend.”
She frowned, the blonde sighing softly as her fingers combed through his hair.
“Before I was able to leave, I had to go to the outside world and return without my eyes turning red.”
(Name) tilted her head. “Why’s that?”
Kurapika cuddled into her stomach, smilingly lightly when she giggled. “Well, most people fear or covet our eyes, so them being seen by outsiders is considered dangerous.”
She’d forgotten about that. “Oh, yeah…”
Kurapika resisted the urge to plant kisses along her soft skin, instead nuzzling his cheek against her tummy. “Whenever we left, the elder gave us special eye drops so if they turned scarlet they would stay that way until we came home.”
(Name) nodded, brushing the hair out of his face so it wouldn’t get in his eyes.
“My friend switched out the eye drops for water, and when I failed the challenge, my eyes were able to fade back to brown before we got home.”
Kurapika let out a shaky breath, burying his face again. She felt his grip on her tighten, continuing to play with his hair.
This seemed to help a little, and after a few more tears, he was able to speak again. “… in my dream, my friend told the elder about my lie. I… I fear that my lie may have been the cause of their death. The elder… he was angry. He told me it was my fault…”
(Name) pushed him a little so she could look him in the eye. “Pika… let’s talk this out, okay?”
He nodded slowly, giving her his trust.
“Would your friend have done all that he did just to tell the elder you lied about your eyes?”
He was quiet for a moment before shaking his head. “No, that wouldn’t make sense.”
“And would your elder really blame a child for a simple mistake?”
Kurapika shook his head again, his eyes clearing up a bit. “He wouldn’t. The elder was a bit strict, but he was kind. He would never…”
Kurapika sighed in relief, like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. “(Name), I can’t thank you enough. My mind is much clearer now.”
She smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “No need to thank me. I’ll always be here for you, Kurapika.”
The blonde felt his entire body relax, his eyes softening as he looked up at her. Again, when he was looking up at her all he could think of was how angelic she looked.
“May I…”
He sat up, and fidgeted with her comforter. “May I sleep here tonight? If I get another nightmare, I d-“
She pulled him down again, this time cuddling into his chest. “Let’s get to sleep, or Leorio will scold us tomorrow.”
He wrapped his arms around her, sighing into her hair. “Thank you, (Name). You’re wonderful.”
She laughed, Kurapika unable to keep himself from smiling at the pretty sound. “You are too, Pika.”
As they embraced, Kurapika couldn’t help but sigh. ‘I’m sorry for being selfish, (Name). I woke you up, and now I’m taking up space in your bed again.’
He didn’t say this, though, instead drifting off to sleep as the girl in his arms hummed softly.
——————
8 days passed by, the two now sleeping together every night. It made sense to, since Kurapika had frequent nightmares that could only be helped by (Name), and (Name) didn’t like sleeping alone.
Kurapika was teased a few times by Leorio, but for the most part no one turned blinked an eye at the pair heading to bed together.
They grew closer by the day, now comfortable enough to change with the other in the room. Of course, being the gentleman he was Kurapika always turned away while she changed, but couldn’t bare to leave her alone for too long. He told himself it was for her sake, but even he knew it was a lie. Kurapika wanted to be near her just as much as she wanted to be near him.
(Name) yawned, Kurapika helping her put her vest on after she changed. “I’m getting used to it, but it’s still a hassle.”
He nodded, pulling his own vest over his head. “You’re doing so well, though. The first day, you were barely able to pick up the glass plates, now you lift them with ease.”
(Name)’s face heated up at this comment, her hands playing with the fabric of her knee length skirt.
“I hadn’t even noticed, I guess the change was so gradual that I didn’t register it.”
He patted her head before pulling her to her feet. “It’s hard to notice change in yourself, but others can see it more easily.”
(Name) nodded, grabbing her crutches and standing in front of him. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I can see you changing too, Pika!”
“How so?” he asked, ever curious.
“Well for one, you’re becoming a lot cuddlier.” she teased, pointing to his hand absentmindedly holding hers. Kurapika dropped her hand, cheeks turning red.
‘Wait, when did I grab her hand?’
Holding her, touching her had become second nature. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding her hand until she pointed it out.
(Name) giggled at his reaction. “It’s alright, I don’t mind!”
She took his hand again, squeezing lightly. “If it’s you, I’ll never mind.”
That fuzzy feeling returned, Kurapika’s eyes softening as she led him out of their shared room. ‘I don’t mind, either, (Name).’
————————
(Name) cheered as Kurapika opened up the testing gate. “You did it Pika!!”
She cheered, the blonde laughing when she jumped into his arms. “Couldn’t have done it without you cheering for me, (Name).”
They hugged, Kurapika taking in her warmth before letting go. “Alright Gon, your turn.”
Gon opened up the gate last, the other three congratulating him.
They said their goodbyes, (Name) following behind the others as they walked towards the Zoldyck manor.
(Name) winced as she struggled down the rocky path. Kurapika was quick to catch this. “(Name), are you…”
He looked down at the path, sighing. “I should have thought about this. Come here, (Name).”
She did as she was told, yelping when he picked her up, holding her bridal style. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
She stuttered out a response as he began walking. “B-but I’m way too…”
He tapped her thigh lightly. “Shh, I’ve got you. I’m not going to drop you.”
Now she was blushing, staring at his hand on her thigh. “Ok…”
Leorio rolled his eyes before picking up her crutches. “Stupid blonde and his stupid natural charisma…”
“What was that Leorio?” Kurapika asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.
“Nothing…”
(Name) poked her lip out in a pout, the blonde laughing. “Oh, don’t pout, (Name). You need your rest.”
But that wasn’t the only reason he was holding her now, only an excuse for his true intentions. He wanted to hold her.
Kurapika knew that their time together would be coming to an end soon, and when it did, he was afraid he wouldn’t seen her again.
(Name) held onto his red tabard, snuggling into the soft fabric. “Alright, but I get to hold you later.”
“H-hold me?”
His grip loosened, the girl squeaking as she began to slip from his grasp. Kurapika quickly repositioned her, giving an apologetic look.
“Sorry, you… surprised me.”
‘What does she mean by getting to hold me?’
(Name) continued pouting as they continued down the path, Gon occasionally trying to cheer her up.
“Look (Name), a ladybug!”
Although she did smile for a moment each time he showed her a new thing, she always went back to pouting.
Leorio saw a girl up ahead, glancing to (Name) and Kurapika.
“Hey, let’s leave (Name) at a safe location. In case…”
He glanced at the girl waiting for them, then back to (Name). “… that sounds like a good idea. I’ll be right back.”
(Name) blinked. “Wait, why can’t I come with you?”
Kurapika placed her down near a stream, smoothing out his tabard. “It won’t be long, once we find out if the girl is a threat or not, we’ll come back for you.”
(Name) tugged on his sleeve, her lip quivering. “But…”
Kurapika patted her head until she let go. “I’ll be back soon, (Name). Stay here, okay?”
She said watched him go before turning to watch the stream.
———————
The three returned around 15 minutes later, Leorio and Gon being injured.
(Name) was quick to help them. “What happened?”
They explained that the girl they had seen was guarding the gate, and every time they stepped over a line drawn in the dirt, she removed them by force.
“That complicates things. Did you tell her we’re Killua’s friends?”
Gon nodded, staying quiet. He was frustrated, she could tell. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, the boy relaxing slightly. “Gon, if anyone can get through to her, it’s you. We haven’t known each other long, but you’re one of- no, THE most stubborn boy I know. If it weren’t endearing it would be annoying.”
Gon cracked a smile at this, glancing at her. “Thank you, (Name). I’ll keep trying.”
“That’s my boy!”
He giggled when she pulled him into her arms, ruffling his hair. Kurapika watched the scene with soft eyes, holding onto his tabard.
Leorio glanced at his blonde friend, face softening when he say Kurapika staring at (Name) with those lovesick eyes.
(Name) spent the next few hours making flowers crowns to cull her boredom. Every once and a while, she could hear the sound of something making impact with something else.
And in her heart, she could feel Gon’s resolve. He was the one being hit, she knew it.
(Name) jolted when she felt eyes on her. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
She grabbed her crutches, ready to use them as a weapon when she spotted them.
There was a child standing on the other side of the stream, staring at her with inquisitive pink eyes.
“… hello.”
(Name) glanced towards the path, estimating how much time it would take her to reach the others if the person decided to attack.
“Hello.”
The two stared at each other, the child unmoving. “You are (Name), correct?”
The girl frowned, her grip on her crutches tightening. “Yes, why do you ask?”
The child didn’t respond, continuing to stare at her before turning and leaving. (Name) decided not to question the strange incident. She just kept a good grip on her crutches, hoping her friends would be back soon.
When the sun began to set, Kurapika returned. He gave her a small smile before picking her up again.
“We’re headed to the butlers quarters now. Supposedly we’ll be able to make a direct call to the house.”
(Name) nodded, brushing some dirt off of his cheek. “You alright, Pika?”
He laughed. “Yes, if there’s anyone you need to worry about, it’s Gon. You were right, he is incredibly stubborn.”
This caused the girl to fidget with his tabard uneasily. Kurapika noticed this, sighing. “He’s also alright, just a little bruised and swollen.”
She bit her lip. “Really?”
“Yes, now let’s get going.”
The two met up with Leorio, Gon, and Canary. (Name) chatted with the girl as they walked, Gon joining in as well. The other two stayed quiet, Kurapika’s grip on (Name) tightening occasionally.
‘This could be dangerous. At the first sign of trouble, I’ll run with her.’
He felt a little bad for this thought, but knew his friends would understand.
——————
They arrived at the butlers quarters soon after, being welcomed in like esteemed guests. Kurapika sat (Name) down on the couch, sitting next to her soon after. He kept a hand on her shoulder as he scanned the room.
“Ah, I gotta pee…”
She tugged at one of the butlers sleeves. “Which way is the bathroom?”
The butler gave her a polite smile and pointed to the left hallway. “Thank you!”
Kurapika stood to follow her, but (Name) shook her head. “I’ll be fine! You stay here and make sure Gon doesn’t do anything stupid.”
He wanted to follow her, but wouldn’t go against her wishes. “… alright, but don’t take too long.”
She wobbled away, Kurapika watching her walk away with a sigh. “Oh god if you start sighing again I’m going to throw myself out a window.”
Kurapika scowled at the taller man. “Hmph.”
(Name) walked down the long hallway, occasionally peeking into rooms to see if it was the bathroom. She got a few weird looks from butlers but other than that nothing particularly unusual.
“Weird, there’s no bathroom this way…”
She glanced up the staircase. “Maybe there’s one up here…”
(Name) glanced down at her cast then back to the stairs. “Whelp. Yolo.”
She began walking upstairs, one at a time. It wasn’t easy, but she was slowly getting the hang of it!
That was until her crutches slipped, causing her to lose balance.
As she closed her eyes to brace herself for falling, ready to feel the pain of tumbling down the stairs, she paused.
“Wait, I’m… I’m not falling?”
“Yeah, that’s because I caught you.”
She blinked, opening her eyes to see killua holding onto her arm, looking both mildly irritated and amused.
This expression shifted to one of surprise when she launched herself forward to wrap her arms around him. “Killua!”
He felt tears begin to stain his shoulder, the girl not able to hold back her sobs as she held the boy tight. “You’re okay! Oh my god, I was so worried!”
He held onto the back of his shirt. “… I don’t understand. Why… why do you care about me so much?”
She sniffled, pulling away a little to give him a warm smile. “Because you’re my friend, Killua. Of course id worry about you.”
He didn’t know what to do, how to react. He could only bury his face in her shoulder, taking a minute to compose himself.
She held him gently as he steadied his breathing. Once he had regained his composure, he pulled away slowly. “… let’s go see Gon.”
The two walked downstairs, Killua keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn’t slip again.
(Name) opened the door, Killua right behind her. Kurapika’s eyes widened, the man shooting up to join her. “(Name)!”
He hugged her, burying his face in your shoulder. “I… you took so long, I was worried.”
“Sorry, Pika. I just couldn’t find the bathroom.”
Gotoh, the head butler heard this. “The bathroom? It’s just beyond that door.”
He pointed to a door on the right side of the room. She cast a glare at the butler that gave her the wrong directions. “I see…”
Kurapika followed her to the bathroom this time, waiting outside the door for her.
———————
The five traveled by bus into town, all smiling and laughing. The group was back together again, and just in time too.
“Hey Kurapika, your flight isn’t until tonight, right? We should all spend the day together, since we’ll be going our separate ways.”
Kurapika nodded slowly, glancing at the girl next to him. “Yes… I think that’s a good idea.”
She snuggled closer into his side. “You know, I’m gonna miss you a lot, Pika.”
His breath hitched, squeezing her hand. “I…”
Leorio spoke up. “I’m starving, what are we eating for lunch?”
Killua perked up, about to speak but was stopped by (Name). “We can’t eat chocolate robots for lunch.”
“Buzzkill.”
They reached town soon after, the group splitting into two groups to sight see. Kurapika and (Name) were an automatic pair, the blonde not even considering going with anyone else.
“Alright, I’ll go with Killua and Gon. Kurapika…”
He put a hand on the blondes shoulder. “Don’t get her pregnant.”
(Name) began laughing while Kurapika turned bright red. He smacked Leorio’s hand, unable to even speak.
“Oh don’t tease him, Leorio.”
She looped her arm with his. “My Pika would never have thoughts like that. Right?”
He stuttered out a response. “Y-yes of course!”
They began walking away, Kurapika feeling his heart beat against his chest. ‘Pregnant? That’s…’
The image of her, sitting at the kitchen table with a cute baby bump, making cookies appeared in his mind. “Pika, you’re home!”
She kissed his cheek, giving him that pretty smile that he would never get tired of. “Look, she’s kicking!”
She placed his hand on her baby bump, and he could feel tears brimming in his eyes. “She’s saying ‘hi daddy!’”
“Pika? Earth to Pika!”
The blonde jumped when he saw her hovering in front of him, waving her hand in front of his face.
‘Did I really just imagine…’
“Sorry, what were you saying (Name)?”
The two continued to chat as they walked around town. Eventually, they met up with the others for lunch.
“Mmm!”
(Name) sipped on her favorite milkshake, kicking her feet. Kurapika smiled, his head in his hand as he watched her.
“Is it good?”
She nodded quickly, continuing to sip on it. Kurapika couldn’t help but sigh dreamily. She looked adorable, really, enjoying her milkshake under the little umbrella over their table.
“Man, I wish I ordered one, you’re really selling it.”
Leorio stared at her milkshake, and (Name), being the sweet girl she is, offered it to him. “Here, you can have the rest! If I drink too much I’ll get a tummy ache.”
Leorio cheered, reaching out to grab the milkshake, but it was quickly snatched away by Kurapika. “Hey! Y-“
He watched as the blonde placed the straw in his mouth while making direct eye contact with him.
“Oh, Pika! That’s not nice.” (Name) scolded, but by the time she did, he’d already sucked down the rest of the milkshake.
“Pikaa, you’re gonna get a tummy ache.”
“And a knuckle sandwich you little-“
The waitress approached their table. “Hi, will you be paying together, or do I need to split the bill?”
(Name) paused, her face going pale. ‘Oh crap, I don’t have any money.’
She made a distressed noise as she began to dig around in her backpack, but Leorio was quick to speak up. “It’s together, I’ll be paying.”
Kurapika held up a card. “No, I’ll be paying.”
Gon pulled out a few bills. “Wait I’ve got it!”
But they all paused when Killua pulled out a card that obviously didn’t belong to him. “Here.”
The waitress smiled and took the card. “I’ll be right back with your receipt.”
Kurapika was pouting. ‘I wanted to pay for her lunch…’
(Name) shyly toyed with her napkin. “Thank you, everyone. I really appreciate it.”
The all gave her a smile, Gon stuffing his money back into his bag. “It’s no problem! I know you would have done the same for me!”
She smiled, reaching over to pat the boys head. “Of course!”
———————
“Ugh…”
Leorio blinked as the blonde walking next to him groaned. “Are you seriously dragging your feet like a child?”
Kurapika huffed. “No.”
“You are. You are and it’s actually pretty funny. Just because (Name) isn’t around doesn’t mean you have to turn into a brat.”
“Brat!?”
Just a few minutes ago, (Name) parted ways with them to hang out with Killua and Gon for a bit. They were headed to the arcade, and when Kurapika began to pout about not getting to come with her, she pulled him to the side.
“Pika, I need you to do something very important for me, okay?”
He nodded slowly, allowing her to gently pull him down so she could whisper in his ear. “I need you to make sure Leorio doesn’t get into any trouble, okay?”
Kurapika sighed. “Okay, I can do that.”
She patted his cheek. “Good boy.”
His face erupted into a dark red blush at the pet name. “M-mhm.”
Kurapika didn’t want to leave her side, not even for a second, but he would do next to anything to please her.
“What can I do to get you to stop pouting?”
Kurapika glanced at his taller friend, who was giving him a sympathetic look.
“… well…”
He twiddled his thumbs, staring at the ground as his cheeks turned pink again. “I, um… I wanted to get (Name)… a gift.”
Leorio’s eyebrow raised, the blonde quickly waving his hands. “J-just to have something to remember me by! It’s not anything… anything…”
To help his poor friend out, Leorio sighed. “Yeah, yeah. You want to get her a souvenir, huh? Well let’s start looking.”
The two searched all over town for somewhere to shop for (Name), but their efforts produced nothing.
“Shit, this town sucks. Not a single store that sells her size…” Leorio grumbled. Kurapika nodded, seemingly frustrated.
“That’s stupid. How is it fair that she doesn’t get to wear the same clothing other women do?”
He kicked a rock, Leorio nodding in agreement. “Hmm, maybe we’re going about this the wrong way. What besides clothes would she like?” Kurapika asked.
Leorio hummed, spotting a building in the distance. “Pika, I know where we can go.”
“Don’t call me that.”
The two entered the bright pink shop, Leorio immediately leaving his friend to browse.
That was a mistake.
When he glanced back up to see what the blonde was doing, he had to do a double take.
“Kurapika.”
“… yes?”
“She doesn’t need thirty keychains.”
“…”
“Also all of those are hideous. How did you find every single one of the worst keychains in the store?”
He helped the blonde put them up, now pulling him around by the arm. “Here, look in this section. Don’t wander off, STAY here.”
The blonde grumbled while he browsed, but he had to admit, the little trinkets here fit her a lot better. “What do you think she’d like best?” Kurapika asked.
“She likes cute things. Like Sanrio products.”
“Sanrio? What’s that?”
Leorio stared at the man. “Are you being serious? Hello Kitty, My Melody, Keroppi.”
Kurapika gave him a confused look.
“Oh my god, just get her this.”
Leorio shoved a keychain into his hands. It was small, pink, and had a cartoon cat holding a strawberry at the end.
‘She does like strawberries…’
——————
It was getting late. The group planned to take a bus together to the airport, and Kurapika was both dreading and looking forward to seeing her again.
‘Maybe… maybe I could ask her if she’d like to come with me…’
His heart thumped against his heart painfully at the thought. ‘No, I couldn’t ask her to put herself in danger like that… but…’
He held onto his tabard, looking into the distance. ‘I can’t bare to be away from her…’
Leorio was having a similar crisis, tapping his foot against the concrete. ‘I need to think of something, quick…’
He looked down at his phone and stared at his ticket.
As Leorio typed away at his phone, the three arrived at the bus station. Kurapika immediately jumped up to greet them, his eyes softening when they landed on (Name).
“Hello…”
He seemed nervous, hiding something behind his back. “Hi, Pika.”
She tilted her head at his shy expression. “Is something wrong?”
“No! No… I…”
He fidgeted for a second more before revealing his hands, showing her the small gift bag. “I… wanted to give you this.”
She stared at the small gift bag, her cheeks heating up. “For me?”
He nodded, not making eye contact as she took the bag. She glanced at him before opening it carefully.“Oh my gosh!”
She pulled it out, her face morphing into one of pure joy. “Pika, you didn’t!”
She giggled, dangling the keychain from her finger. “It’s so cute, I love it!”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I-“
He turned red when she pulled him into a hug, planting a few kisses on his cheeks. “You’re so sweet, thank you so much!”
He attempted to stutter out a response, but could only pat her back in return.
The five boarded the bus, and much to Kurapika’s annoyance, Leorio was very adamant about sitting with (Name). “Consider it payback for helping you earlier.”
Kurapika couldn’t argue with that, so he left to sit with the two boys. “Geez, can’t you look at least a little happier to see us?”
Leorio and (Name) sat in silence for the first half of the ride. She could sense something was off with him, sneaking glances every few minutes.
“(Name)?”
She looked up. “Yes?”
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “There’s no easy way to talk about this. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly how to say this to you since the fourth phase. (Name), I…”
He reached for her hand, trying to keep his tears at bay. “I… saw the letter.”
He could almost hear her world crashing down around her. She went deadly quiet, and eyes now staring at the floor.
“Oh.”
(Name) had suspected he knew something, but didn’t think it was that. She thought she did a good job at hiding everything…
“I…”
He squeezed her hand, attempting to kill two birds with one stone by comforting them both. “I don’t think you’re selfish for your feelings, for your pain, but…”
She stiffened when she noticed tears falling from his eyes. “I don’t want you to die. So…”
He wiped at his eyes. “So hear me out, okay?”
(Name) nodded slowly, squeezing his hand back. “Okay, go on.”
“I want you to come with me.”
She looked up in surprise, eyes wide. “Go… with you?”
“Yes. You can stay at my apartment until you… are feeling better. I… I’m sorry to say this but I can’t in good conscience let you leave by yourself. You don’t have anywhere to go to, do you?”
She sighed, pulling per backpack into her lap to hug. “… no, I don’t.”
He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Could you… give life a chance again? If not for yourself, for me, Gon, Killua… and Kurapika.”
Tears were beading at the corners of her eyes. “Do I really deserve to be so happy?”
“Of course you do!”
He pulled her closer as she cried, letting her make his shirt wet with her tears. “You deserve that and so much more, (Name). So much more.”
He shielded her breakdown from the others, giving her a five minute heads up before their stop. She wiped her tears and tidied herself up as much as possible as to not indicate she had been crying.
Leorio looked her over, grabbing her chin to keep her face steady as he touched up her mascara. “There, all better.”
She smiled at him, pulling him closer to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Leorio. I love you.”
His cheeks turned pink before he ruffled her hair so she couldn’t see how flustered he was. “Yeah, yeah, I love you too, sunshine.”
When they excited the bus, Kurapika was waiting for her. He didn’t say anything, but the way he smiled when he saw her made her heart race. “Pika!”
She jumped off the last stair, being caught and spun around by the blonde. They both laughed, holding onto each other for a moment before letting go.
“Thanks for always being there to catch me, Pika!”
Kurapika looked at her lips for a moment, feeling his face heat up before he looked away. “You can always rely on me, (Name). I’ll catch you every time.”
They began their journey to the airport, Kurapika stopping midway.
“I’ll be in York New on September 1st.”
They paused, looking back at the blonde.
“Hisoka… Hisoka told me to meet him there then, that he’d have some information on the Spiders.”
(Name)’s eyes lit up, looking up at him. “That means…”
He nodded, cupping her cheeks. “Yes, we’ll see wa h other again.”
He swiped away her tears, laughing when she started crying. “You’re so mean, why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”
He held her as she cried, patting her back. “Sorry, sorry.”
The walked through the airport, Leorio passing (Name) her ticket. “Got you one earlier.” he whispered into her ear. She nodded, giving him a quick hug.
Kurapika was leaving first, so the group gathered at his side around 20 minutes before he’d have to leave. They exchanged numbers and goodbyes, Kurapika saving (Name) for last.
“(Name)…”
He stood awkwardly, hand on his arm. “I…”
Kurapika wasn’t expecting what happened next.
(Name) stepped forward, looking up at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. She pulled him down by his tabard, pressing her lips against his.
She pulled away much too soon, looking away from him. “Goodbye, Pika. I’ll miss you!”
He pulled her into his arms, and she could feel his heart racing against her chest. Kurapika couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything besides bury his face into her shoulder.
He wanted to do more. He wanted to kiss her back, to pull her in by her waist and pepper her face in kisses, but Kurapika was having trouble thinking with all the heat rushing to his face.
“(Name), we have to go.”
Leorio tapped her shoulder, the girl sighing before pulling away a bit. “Will you miss me too, Pika?”
He stared at her with half lidded eyes, face red. “Yes.”
‘Unbearably so.’
(Name) giggled, giving him one last peck on the cheek. “I’ll call you when I land, okay?”
He nodded, watching her and Leorio leave with a sigh. A sinking, unpleasant feeling settled in his chest.
Gon placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a smile. “It’s just a few months, then you’ll see her again!”
Kurapika smiled back. “Yeah…”
But when he saw Leorio help her put her suitcase up, his hand brushing against her waist, he knew that missing her wasn’t the only reason his chest hurt.
(Name) squealed, burying her face in Leorio’s chest. “Ahh! I kissed him!”
Leorio snickered. “Yeah, I saw.”
The two boarded their airship soon after, (Name) glancing down at her phone with a giddy smile. She swiped through the pictures she’d taken of her friends. Leorio peeked over her shoulder. “Sneaky girl, hit pictures of all of us, huh?”
“Haha, sorry, but yeah. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not, why, I wouldn’t mind you taking some more!”
He posed, and (Name) giggled before taking another picture. “Wow, Leorio, you’re so photogenic!”
———————
(Name) sighed, plopping down on Leorio’s couch after the finally got home. The tall man laughed. “Tired?”
She nodded, groaning against the leather cushion. Leorio pulled her suitcase inside, setting it by his room. “Stay here, I need to get my room cleaned up.”
(Name) sat up, rubbing her eyes as he closed his bedroom door behind him.
Leorio’s apartment was small, having one bedroom and one bathroom with a washer and dryer. There was a kitchen and a living room, and that was it.
“Hmm…”
The fridge was empty, which made sense. He’d probably thrown everything out before. ‘Looks like we’ll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow…’
Leorio exited his room carrying a trash bag in one hand and a hamper in another. He winked at her before leaving to take the trash out.
When he returned, he was scrolling on his phone. He handed it over. “Here, place an order. I already got what I wanted.”
She nodded, quickly ordering her food before handing his phone back. “Thank you, Leorio. For… everything.”
The taller man plopped down on the couch next to her, allowing her to cuddle up next to him. “It’s no problem, don’t worry about it.”
They were quiet as they watched some TV, waiting for their food to arrive. Leorio wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer. (Name) didn’t seem to mind, humming contentedly when he ran his hand over her hair.
‘She doesn’t like being alone. And especially during a time like this, she shouldn’t be alone.’
The two ate when their food got their, Leorio happily trying her food. It was nice, getting to spend time with her. Just the two of them.
———————
(Name) was getting sleepy, and Leorio was having trouble keeping his eyes open. “Leorioooo!”
He blinked at her sleepily, watching as she yawned. “I’m tired.”
He nodded before standing up. “Alright, let’s get to bed then.”
He helped her to his room, which was now clean. He’d hidden all of his… private things. Like his porno magazines, sex toys, and dirty laundry.
She climbed into his bed, snuggling into his sheets. The tall man pulled his comforter over her form. “G’night. If you need anything, I’ll be on the couch.”
Her hand shot out to grab his wrist. “Wait, I can’t let you sleep on the couch after you took me in. I will.”
He shook his head, sitting down on the bed. “No, you need to sleep somewhere comfortable to heal properly. The couch isn’t a good place for that.”
“Then…”
She held onto his arm, looking up at him shyly. “Why don’t we just sleep in the same bed?”
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not Kurapika, you know.”
She tilted her head at that, leaning forward to get a better look at her face. “Why does that matter?”
She gasped when he pinned her down, hovering over her form. Even if the girl wanted to move, she wouldn’t be able to, he was way stronger than her. “I’m not like him, (Name). I have urges.”
Her expression didn’t change, looking up at him with those sleepy eyes. “Leorio…”
She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, the man’s lip quivering slightly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You don’t have to convince me otherwise.”
Leorio sat back, sighing as he slid off of her. “How can you read me like an open book?”
She laughed, patting the empty space next to her. “I can’t, I just know you’re too nice to ever do something like that.”
He sat down, eventually allowing himself to cuddle up with her. She was a bit clingy, wrapping her arms around him, but he didn’t mind.
Not when it was her.
“Goodnight, Leorio. Sweet dreams!”
“Sweet dreams, sunshine.”
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Kurapika impatiently waited for his phone to ring, tapping against the table he sat at.
Bzzt! Bzzt!
Kurapika snatched his phone up, butterflies when he saw her contact light up the screen.
“(Name)!”
He blinked when her face also popped up. “Hey Pika! Sorry for taking so long, had a rough day at work yesterday so I slept in.”
It had been nearly four months since the two had seen each other at the Zoldyck Estate. In that time, (Name) had gotten a part time job while living with Leorio, which Kurapika still wasn’t aware of.
“I see. If you need longer to sleep, we can always call l-“
“No, I’m fine! Please, stay.”
The two stayed in touch through the months, calling and FaceTiming everyday.
“I can stay while you sleep, if that would help.”
She pouted, the blonde unable to hold back a laugh at her cute face. “Pika…”
It wasn’t unusual for them to fall asleep on call, in fact it was more unusual for them to end their nightly call before they fell asleep. It annoyed Leorio, who slept next to her, just a little, but if it helped them both sleep peacefully he couldn’t complain.
There had been multiple times Kurapika had awoken from a nightmare, waking up (Name) with his screams. She would calm him down with breathing exercises before humming lullabies to help him get back to sleep.
“Sorry, sorry. Are you almost packed up?”
She groaned, Kurapika watching as she carried her phone into the bathroom, propping up the camera near the sink so she could talk to him as she washed her face.
“Yeah, pretty much. Now all I’ve got left to do is… move to York New.”
She splashed water in her face then began rubbing her cleanser into her skin. Kurapika hummed, leaning back against his chair. “You live in the same area as Leorio, right? Will he be coming with you?”
(Name) shook her head. “No, I couldn’t ask him for that. He’s busy with school, so I’ll be moving in alone.”
Kurapika was quiet for a moment, but she was quick to continue. “Oh, but Ponzu and Pokkle will be visiting me, so I won’t be alone for long!”
He forgot that (Name) and the couple were closer than he thought. She had kept contact with the two as well, occasionally meeting up to chat and catch up.
“That’s nice, it’s been a few weeks since you’ve last seen them, correct?”
“Yeah, Pokkle’s been pretty busy lately, and Ponzu usually follows him around.”
The two continued to chat, until (Name) gasped. “Oh yeah! Did I tell you I was going to whale island next month to visit Gon and Killua? They have a few things to take care of, then we’ll be meeting on the boat there.”
Kurapika blinked. “Really? That’s… nice.”
He had to try his best to hide his jealousy. After all, it wasn’t her fault the two of them hadn’t been able to meet up. (Name) was more than willing to see him, he was the one that was too busy.
After an hour or so, (Name) sighed. “I have to let you go, Pika, I’ve got some errands to run before I leave tonight.”
He huffed, causing the (h/c) haired girl to giggle. “Sorry, I’ll call you back later, okay?”
He nodded. “Goodbye, (Name).”
“Bye, Pika!”
———————
(Name) groaned, setting her suitcase down before plopping down onto her couch. She’d just moved in, with not much to show for it.
‘This is just temporary. No need to decorate or get any new furniture, I just need somewhere to live while I save up for a house.’
She sat up and started to unpack her measly belongings.
‘I really meant it when I said I would get us a house where we could all live together.’ (Name) thought as she looked over the framed picture of her and her friends.
She glanced at the calendar, smiling.
‘Only three months until I see you again, Pika.’
#fixer upper kurapika x reader#perv!kurapika#x reader#anime x reader#headcanon#requests open#reader insert#hxh x reader#hxh imagines#smut requests#hunter x hunter x reader#kurapika hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter headcanons#hxh#hxh gon#killua hxh#hxh leorio#anime x chubby reader#chubby reader#chubby!reader#fem reader#female reader#fem!reader#kurapika x reader#kurapika x y/n#kurapika headcanons#kurapika#hxh kurapika#kurapika hxh
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10 BL Characters I Want Carnally
AKA I'm just a person with two keen eyes and dubious morals when it comes to enjoying media so don't take it seriously, I'm here for a good time.
Thank you @sndrys for tagging me! This was an eye opening experience putting this together. As it turns out I might have a type (ew).
1) Guy from Bake Me Please (2023)
The sole reason for me creating this list! Look, I dropped Bake Me Please almost immediately because it just wasn't for me BUT I've been lowkey watching through my dash. And let me tell you, my fingers gain consciousness and hit reblog everytime this baby's face pops up because...well...LOOK AT HIM. He is beautiful and he should get the guy (hehe get it) in the end idc.
2) Yok from Not Me (2021)
Yok is such a beloved character and for good reason! He is sexy, he is gay, he sets buildings on fire and steals cops' wallets on accident because HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT GUY HE WAS STALKING WAS A COP??? I love you Yok, never change.
3) Palm from Never Let Me Go/ OurSkyy2 (2022-23)
The anger I felt for all the injustice and mistreatment our beautiful Palm had to face in this show took literal years off my life. It's rare for me to get this passionately protective over a character and yet here we are, in the Palm Protection Squad headquarters. Even Nueng is on the watchlist!
4) Tonhon from Tonhon Chonlatee (2020)
Not to out myself as an enjoyer of silly goofy times , but I did have fun watching Fish Upon The Sky and Secret Crush On You, so OFCOURSE I thought I would like this one too but GOD was it rough. Did I still finish it? Yes. Did I fawn over PoddKhao pairing and have been quietly praying for some kind of reunion ever since? Also yes.
Was I foaming at the mouth barking everytime Tonhon AKA Podd was on my screen? I'm not gonna comment without lawyer present.
5) Tew from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)
Speaking of Tonhon Chonlatee...AH! Ai Long Nhai (TC's spiritual prequel of sorts) was sure...something. And by something I mean I saw Meen and decided I will never speak ill of men ever again, feminism quite literally left my body. And then a year later My Dear Gangster Oppa came out and guess what??! MEEN IS THE GANGSTER OPPA! Dreams really do come true, kids.
6) Wen from Moonlight Chicken (2023)
(or Tian from ATOATS or Mueang Nan fron FUTS). Mix...I will eat you. Always so dewy and healthy and sparkly-eyed. But Wen from Moonlight Chicken is something out of the realm of my imagination. The sex appeal? The maturity?? The gentleness??!! Somebody sedate me before I say something I will not be able to justify in court.
7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)
He is a pretty bisexual who makes the most abhorrent stupid decisions known to men and then weeps and suffers for them WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED? Once again, is the show flawless or even remotely coherent? Absolutely not. That being said Vee brought me so much joy by being stupid I'm forever grateful.
(also YinWar are so back GO WATCH JACK AND JOKER TRAILER)
8) Prapai from Love In The Air (2022)
To a certain extent I've enjoyed every MAME show I've watched. To do that you need to possess the rare ability called "I abandoned every shred of moral integrity to gawk at hot men". And Prapai? MAN is this bitch hot.
Tall dark handsome? Check!
Bisexual on a bike? Check!
Stubborn and annoying? CHECK!
9) Xiang Hao Ting from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)
*incoherent wailing and sobbing*
IM NOT EXPLAINING SHIT ABOUT HIM LEAVE ME ALONE
10) AlanJeff from Pit Babe (2023)
My newest obsession! I refuse to separate our local senior citizen and his favorite prophetic mechanic. Both of them are hot as shit in their own way.
Alan is a sexy dilf with so much weight and responsibility on his shoulders it's a miracle he retained his optimism and youthful awkwardness. And Jeff is a prickly baby-cow-baby-deer eyed baby that is so touch starved it's actually a little funny.
SO I GUESS ALANJEFF SANDWICH IT IS.
(don't be shy tag yourselves besties <3)
#tag game#bake me please#bake me please the series#not me#not me the series#never let me go#never let me go the series#my dear gangster oppa#my dear gangster oppa the series#moonlight chicken#history 3: make our days count#pit babe#pit babe the series#love mechanics#tonhon chonlatee#love in the air#love in the air the series#blacked out and tagged every show oops
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First post on sideblog, let’s goooo!
Image ID 1.0: The uppermost image is an image dump of rendered sketches of a ROTTMNT: The Movie AU version of Renet. She’s a young black girl, about the same age as April in the film, and she shares a striking resemblance to her, short for Renet’s hair being bleached blond. The drawings included in pictures described later, and in the bottom left corner is a photograph of the pencil sketches from a notebook. The text in the image reads:
Renet (ROTTMNT MOVIE AU)
- F!April’s daughter
- Master Michela[n]gelo’s protégé
- Got sent back before Casey but got stuck in limbo; emerged after events of the movie.
- Possibly a clone of April
(End ID)
I was rather disappointed we got another Casey as the MC in the movie instead of her, so it got me wondering if she could fill the same role as him. In my opinion she can, and that birthed this AU idea. Her being Future April’s daughter and Mikey’s protégé fit too perfectly, so I would actually have her be Jr.’s old childhood friend who was missing for many years (in limbo), so both of them are happy to see each other again in the present new timeline.
Regarding the “possible clone” comment: Many headcanon Casey Sr. either finding Jr. in a dumpster somewhere and adopting him, or that she asked Draxum to clone her. I’ve never really subscribed to either, since he does look very similar to her (which makes me think they are biologically related), but his temperament is basically the complete opposite of hers (which refutes the clone theory in my head). I always just assumed Cassandra had a boyfriend too irrelevant to mention in the show, even long before the movie released. I figure he’s her biological son, but he inherited his father’s temperament (and his mother’s looks). That being said, I’m willing to apply the cloning idea to Renet. I cannot picture April with a man, ever, so I can see her demanding Draxum clone her to give her a daughter. Maybe the kinder side of April’s personality is stronger in Renet since she grew up in an environment where kindness and hope are the only things keeping a community together and its members sane. Maybe she even adopted some of her other mom’s (Sunita’s) traits, who knows?
Image ID 2.1: A 3/4 view of Renet’s head, drawn in a style very close to the show’s/movie’s. She’s looking forward, away from the viewer, smiling slightly with a little of her teeth showing. She wears her blond hair in a ponytail like April did in the show’s finale arc, and she has a blue headband and a decorative silver tiara resembling a clock (10, 11, 12, 1 and 2), which bears a slight resemblance to the Statue of Liberty’s crown. Her cape is the same shade of indigo as her headband, and the cloak’s collar is majorly oversized, revealing her neck. She has an earring in the shape of an hourglass. (End ID)
Image ID 2.2: A fully rendered illustration (not in the style of the show/movie) of Renet and a teenage April from the end of the movie in front of a sunset. They are standing in profile towards each other, with Renet on the right, holding April’s hand in her left and her time sceptre in her right. April’s expression is slightly confused whereas Renet’s is tender and happy. A small speech bubble reads “Hi mom.” Renet’s chest plate/plastron is brown/dark orange to mirror Casey Jr.’s teal, showing her connection to Michelangelo, much like Casey’s shows his connection to Leonardo. (End ID)
I’m not entirely sure on her cloak’s exact design yet. If you look closely at the pencil sketch of her body, you can slightly see Donnie’s Genius-Built Apparel ‘D’ logo on her sleeves. I left it out of the illustration with April by accident, but I’m not sure whether I necessarily want his logo in those spots on her cloak. Maybe it’s at the bottom of the tail? I’m also not sure whether I want it to have those glitter-esque particle effects from the bust drawing; it’s not really a design element in-canon. Although, I do find it very pretty.
#mimjan draws#mimjan rambles#art and text-based post#first post on this blog#rottmnt au#canon-based au#rottmnt april#rottmnt renet#she was so snubbed fr#I love Casey Jr as much as the next person#but come on! did we really need two?#Cass is my once and forever main ‘Rise’ Casey#they can share that title#I really just wanted to see their take on Renet more
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In any event, here's a tasty interview excerpt:
Speaking of doing a lot of different records and working with a lot of amazing songwriters, I own a ton of the records that you've done over the years. One, in particular, I'd like to ask you about is Paul Simon's Graceland. I obsessed over that thing when I was young. Do you have any recollections of working on it?
Oh, I have plenty of recollections of working on that one. I don't know if you heard the stories, but it was not a pleasant deal for us. I mean he [Simon] quite literally — and in no way do I exaggerate when I say — he stole the songs from us.
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The interviewer's softball question leads to an extended rant that rolls on for over 1500 words. There's no clear way to verify Berlin's claims. But it's interesting to consider his characterization of Los Lobos' “collaboration” with Simon at a moment when the latter artist is being trumpeted as the latest hipster influence, like David Byrne and Gang of Four before him. It must be a heady moment for Simon. New York's much respected Brooklyn Academy of Music is feting him with a sold out month-long residency celebrating his post-Garfunkel career — a tribute fest that finds everyone from Byrne to Ladysmith Black Mambazo singing his songs, a residency whose final week — starting April 23rd — includes one of the top 10 ever most unlikely co-bills: Grizzly Bear, Gillian Welch, Josh Groban, and Olu Dara.
WTF, indeed.
After the jump, Steve Berlin's entire diatribe on Los Lobos' “collaboration” with Simon, including a rare dis of legendary former Warner Bros chief Lenny Waronker.
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Really…
Yeah. And you know, going into it, I had an enormous amount of respect for the guy. The early records were amazing, I loved his solo records, and I truly thought he was one of the greatest gifts to American music that there was.
At the time, we were high on the musical food chain. Paul had just come off One Trick Pony and was kind of floundering. People forget, before Graceland, he was viewed as a colossal failure. He was low. So when we were approached to do it, I was a way bigger fan than anybody else in the band. We got approached by Lenny Waronker and Mo Ostin who ran our record company [Warner Bros.], and this is the way these guys would talk – “It would mean a lot to the family if you guys would do this for us.” And we thought, “Ok well, it's for the family, so we'll do it.” It sounds so unbelievably naïve and ridiculous that that would be enough of a reason to go to the studio with him.
We go into the studio, and he had quite literally nothing. I mean, he had no ideas, no concepts, and said, “Well, let's just jam.” We said, “We don't really do that.” When we jam, we'll switch instruments. Dave will play drums, I'll play something. We don't really jam. Especially in that era. Louie will be the first to tell you this – he was made to play drums. They forced him to play drums. He's not really a drummer by trade. He's never practiced a moment in his life. Not once in his life did he sit down at the drums because of his love for drumming. The other three guys made him play drums in the early days, so he sort of became drummer by default. He hates playing the instrument, I think. Again, you should ask him, but I don't ever ever, ever get the sense that he was one of those dyed-in-the-wool, John Bonham, let's-play-drums-for-three-days-straight kind of guys. So consequently, as the core band was comprised then, we never jammed – never ever. Not by accident, not even at soundcheck. We would always just play a song.
So Paul was like, “Let's just jam,” and we're like, “Oh jeez. Well alright, let's see what we can do.” And it was not good because Louie wasn't comfortable. None of us were comfortable, it wasn't just Louie. It was like this very alien environment to us. Paul was a very strange guy. Paul's engineer was even stranger than Paul, and he just seemed to have no clue – no focus, no design, no real nothing. He had just done a few of the African songs that hadn't become songs yet. Those were literally jams. Or what the world came to know and I don't think really got exposed enough, is that those are actually songs by a lot of those artists that he just approved of. So that's kind of what he was doing. It was very patrician, material sort of viewpoint. Like, because I'm gonna put my stamp on it, they're now my songs. But that's literally how he approached this stuff.
I remember he played me the one he did by John Hart, and I know John Hart, the last song on the record. He goes, “Yeah, I did this in Louisiana with this zy decko guy.” And he kept saying it over and over. And I remember having to tell him, “Paul, it's pronounced zydeco. It's not zy decko, it's zydeco.” I mean that's how incredibly dilettante he was about this stuff. The guy was clueless.
Wow. You're kidding me?
Clue… less about what he was doing. He knew what he wanted to do, but it was not in any way like, “Here's my idea. Here's this great vision I have for this record, come with me.”
About two hours into it, the guys are like, “You gotta call Lenny right now. You gotta get us out of this. We can't do this. This is a joke. This is a waste of time.” And this was like two hours into the session that they wanted me to call Lenny. What am I going to tell Lenny? It was a favor to him. What am I going to say, “Paul's a fucking idiot?”
Somehow or other, we got through the day with nothing. I mean, literally, nothing. We would do stuff like try an idea out and run it around for 45 minutes, and Paul would go “Eh… I don't like it. Let's do something else.” And it was so frustrating. Even when we'd catch a glimpse of something that might turn into something, he would just lose interest. A kitten-and-the-string kinda thing.
So that's day one. We leave there and it's like, “Ok, we're done. We're never coming back.” I called Lenny and said it really wasn't very good. We really didn't get anything you could call a song or even close to a song. I don't think Paul likes us very much. And frankly, I don't think we like him very much. Can we just say, 'Thanks for the memories' and split?” And he was like, “Man, you gotta hang in there. Paul really does respect you. It's just the way he is. I'll talk to him.” And we were like, “Oh man, please Lenny. It's not working.” Meanwhile, we're not getting paid for this. There was no discussion like we're gonna cash in or anything like that. It was very labor-of-love.
Really…?
Yeah. Don't ask me why. God knows it would have made it a lot easier to be there.
And Lenny put you guys together thinking it would be a good match?
Well, “It would be good for the family.” That was it. So we go back in the second day wondering why we're there. It was ridiculous. I think David starts playing “The Myth of the Fingerprints,” or whatever he ended up calling it. That was one of our songs. That year, that was a song we started working on By Light of the Moon. So that was like an existing Lobos sketch of an idea that we had already started doing. I don't think there were any recordings of it, but we had messed around with it. We knew we were gonna do it. It was gonna turn into a song. Paul goes, “Hey, what's that?” We start playing what we have of it, and it is exactly what you hear on the record. So we're like, “Oh, ok. We'll share this song.”
Good way to get out of the studio, though…
Yeah. But it was very clear to us, at the moment, we're thinking he's doing one of our songs. It would be like if he did “Will the Wolf Survive?” Literally. A few months later, the record comes out and says “Words and Music by Paul Simon.” We were like, “What the fuck is this?”
We tried calling him, and we can't find him. Weeks go by and our managers can't find him. We finally track him down and ask him about our song, and he goes, “Sue me. See what happens.”
What?! Come on…
That's what he said. He said, “You don't like it? Sue me. You'll see what happens.” We were floored. We had no idea. The record comes out, and he's a big hit. Retroactively, he had to give songwriting credit to all the African guys he stole from that were working on it and everyone seemed to forget. But that's the kind of person he is. He's the world's biggest prick, basically.
So we go back to Lenny and say, “Hey listen, you stuck us in the studio with this fucking idiot for two days. We tried to get out of it, you made us stay in there, and then he steals our song?! What the hell?!” And Lenny's always a politician. He made us forget about it long enough that it went away. But to this day, I do not believe we have gotten paid for it. We certainly didn't get songwriting credit for it. And it remains an enormous bone that sticks in our craw. Had he even given us a millionth of what the song and the record became, I think we would have been – if nothing else – much richer, but much happier about the whole thing.
Have you guys seen him since then?
No. Never run into him. I'll tell you, if the guys ever did run into him, I wouldn't want to be him, that's for sure.
That's an amazing story. I can't believe I never heard it before.
We had every right and reason to sue him, and Lenny goes, “It's bad for the family.” When we told the story in that era, when this was going down, we were doing interviews and telling the truth. And Lenny goes, “Hey guys, I really need you to stop talking about it. It's bad for the family.”
Amazing. Talk about bad for the family.
I know. Again, it's just so incredible how naïve we were back then. You can't even imagine that era of music when you'd actually listen to your record company president who told you to shut up because “it's bad for the family.” Now, I'd tell him to go fuck himself.
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a quick unedited something for @madomens on this bright and sunny Tuesday morning !
Based on her Hired To Kill Ruffilo Moodboard here
Case log: day 3, 07:00
Subject is still asleep. Didn’t get home until late last night. While in pursuit last night he stopped for an ice cream….idiot….
Case log: day 5, 10:34
Subject has left his home. Stopped for coffee and went to a cat cafe. Why am I killing this guy? He seems harmless. Reaching out to contractors today to increase payment…innocents cost extra.
Case log: day 6, 17:46
Subject is the most accident prone person I’ve ever seen. Almost got hit by a bus…twice. I’ve found out the identities of my contractors. Rival band to my target. I’m conflicted, since listening to more of my target’s band I’m unsure if I want to end his career so soon. Continuing in pursuit for now.
Case log: day 8, 09:68
I have killed over 200 targets. I shouldn’t be so hesitant. Kill and take the checks that’s my job. Why is it so hard to kill this guy? Is it his soulful eyes, the kindness in his smile? The way the sunlight shines against his hair….get it together. You are an assassin. It’s what you were made to be…..but could I ever be more. With him?
Case log: day 13, 23:07
The target is gone. I cannot find him anywhere. It’s like he vanished. I can’t see any movement in the home but his car is still parked in front
*tap* *tap* The window of my stealth bus is lightly tapped on. It has decals to make it look like an ordinary plumbing van. I stop moving and try to be as still as possible so the person knocking just goes away and thinks the car is empty.
“I know you’re in there” my eyes bulge when I hear the voice that says it. It’s him. Nicholas Ruffilo, the man you’ve been hired to kill but haven’t yet. You’ve been putting it off, everyday thinking the next will be the one.
“My friend said he noticed I was being followed. That’s you right?” He asks and I’m for the first time in years frozen and unsure what to do next. Should have known that fucker Noah would have said something. I ran into him one time, I was distracted. Stupid Nicholas and his stupid beautiful face. I reach for my gun, the silencer is already attached. All I have to do is open the door and take the shot and the money is mine. It’s that simple.
“Who are you?” He asks again.
“I have to do something first” I yell through the closed doors and jump into the driver's seat. Throwing the car into drive and taking off. “Wait! I just want to talk!” He yells after the car, but I’m gone. I have to do something before I can talk to him. You either finish the mission or change the mission. You never fail.
Case log: day 15 03:07
Targets deceased. Staged as a murder, suicide. Ah, people just crave success and it just drives them crazy….so it seems. How nice of them to have left me the payment before their grizzly end.
*knock* knock* my fist raps against his large oak door. It opens slightly and he has a look of surprise and fear when he sees me. “You’re here to kill me. Aren’t you?” He asks and I chuckle lightly. “Is that how you always answer your door when a woman shows up at your house?” I ask.
“Well, when it's the woman who was hired to kill me I do.”
Nodding my head I’m inclined to agree with his actions, “that’s fair. I was hired to kill you, but, I changed my mind.” His eyes widen in surprise , “what? Why?” He stammers. “You’re allowed to just change your mine?”
I laugh again, “I’m allowed to do whatever I want. I killed the guys that wanted you dead instead, got the money anyway, figured the least I could do is take you out? Maybe for dinner? Tonight?” I ask and his eyes widen again, I didn’t think someone could look so surprised and so cute at the same time.
“You’re asking me out? On a date?” The shock in his voice is evident. “Why?” He asks.
“I think you’re cute, and you seem like a nice guy. What do you say?”
Case log: day 1461 19:16
Subjects are driving me crazy. They’ve finally gone to bed and I can shut my eyes until I take over watch again at day break. This last week has been exhausting, I’m on location in the tropics and these subjects are running me ragged, trying to keep up with them is not easy work.
“Are you writing in your log book about the kids like they’re targets you’re after? Again?” Nicholas asks from behind me. “Nooooooo” my lying has gotten worse with age and since giving up my old gig I haven’t needed it as much.
Rereading I did notice some weird POV stuff but I am TIRED and didn’t have the energy to fix it 😅
Anywhooooo love youuuu
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#bad omens#bad omens fanfiction#badomenscult#nicholas ruffilo#nick ruffilo#nicholas ruffilo fanfiction#nicholas ruffilo fic#author : spicywhenspeaking
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for the ask thingy, how bout 4 or 7?
4 - Favorite iterator?
MOON. NO CONTEST. She's wonderful, sweet, beautiful, and I love her so dearly
I do have to say I am a bit bias because I already really love 'Summoned by tragedy but this chooses to be kind' type characters, but Moon takes everyhting I love about them and expresses them tenfold
She was already nice to begin with, that's why she named herself Big Sis Moon after all, and even after all the pain she's gone through, if you're kind to her, she'll be kind to you right back. Which I find so very sweet
Especially with her conflict with Pebbles. Even after all the hurt he's caused, even when it's in her right to completely cut contact with him forever, she still chooses to care for her brother. And together, while they're both still doomed, they have each other now. They're still family after all is said and done and I love that so much
And I just love how sweet she is the slugcats. I did a pearl-quest on my Survivor run, and while getting all the pearl was incredibly diffcult, the pilgrimage to Moon made it all worth it, hehe. Her dialouge is so charming and is such a treat to read, and they way she talks back to the scug while reading every so often melts my heart. And the way she starts calling them little archaeologist after enough pearl reads is perfect
ALSO IN GOURMAND CAMPAIGN WHERE SHE SAID 'My last vistor was even sick' I CAUGHT TEAR. SHE CARES ABOUT THE SCUG, SHE TAKES SO MUCH
Also another thing I like it how she's responsive to how you treat her. Again, she's kind if you're kind to her, but if you've hurt her/if you're rude she response to that. That just makes her more grounded to me, that she's a person that's already gone though enough and she won't tolerate rudeness especially in her weakened state
A run-up for a favoite iterator would be No Significant Harrasment. I will admit I haven't read all of the brodcasts yet, so I could be missing important information about him, but for now to me he's a silly goofball. A goofball that truly loves and cherishes his friends deeply and is willing to do anything to make sure they're okay
I think about his Garbage Wastes brodcast a lot. How he sounds so deseprate and broken hoping for Moon to say something. For her to be okay. I also really like he's talks with Red Sev, they feel like such good friends and they're great comforts for each other during Spear's campaign.
Also I have a running joke in my head that he's 'Green Zacharie from OFF'. It makes no else laugh but me, and I've expected this
7 - Favorite in-game creature?
SCAVENGERS. I LOVE SCAVS SO MUCH!!
Again, very bias pick because I absolutely love observing intelligent life without human (or in this case Ancients) interfence BUT LOOK AT THEM!! Scavs are such smart creatures and their animations and gestures truly reflect that these are intelligent creature worth understanding and loving
They have personality, moment to moment goals, fun interacts, and I could wish them for hours OMGA
I also feel to special when a scavenger/a groups of scavengers starts following me around. I feel like I'm part of a family, that the scavengers are geniunely interested in my slugcat and want just be around me or protect me
Sadly my love for scavengers is the reason why I can never play Artificer's campaign. I can't bring myself to hurt scavenger, when I do it on accident I reset the game pfffff. I can't imagine the heartbreak I'd go through knowing I can't even look at a scavenger without being ready to kill it
If I ever finally sit down to do it, I'd love to analysis the art around each Scavenger Toll/Territory. My goal would be to pick apart their artwork and camp layouts to see that it means about the region's cultures. Like what they vaule in their art, what patterns certain patterns could mean, what's similar what's different, the works!!
I love scavenger so very much, they're so precious to me, and if we ever get offical merch for them I'd buy like 10, hehe
#ask#ask game#liyass#Also I have it cruel how as much as I love both Scav & Moon I can never truly draw them#I just have to many ideas and I want to get down design that perfectly capture my interpretions you know?#That's not stopping me though I'm bound to make design I like eventual#But for now I'll stick to my rough ideas and see if they'll grow on my me hehe#ALSO while I'm at it my first ever Scavenger encounter was a lone redish pink one I named Philly#I gave him a pearl and he instantly fell love#He was such a nice travel buddy and he protects me from a massive frilled green lizard#I miss him but I'm such he's doing fine in my lil old Monk campaign#Also other funfact I have like 30+ scavenger gif saved that I like to post in server I'm in#I call them 'My scarabs' and I plaster them everywhere I'm allowed to hehe#ALSO LAST ONE my certain discord icon is Sliver of Straw#Take that as you will#Man I haven't rambled in a bit this what incredibly needed#Thank you for sending this ask bro!!
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ayo 🤭 could i possibly request headcanons for either dating vance or being griffin’s best friend? ur acc is awesome btw
IM DOING BOTH OF THESE CUS I CAN<3
dating vance but not rlly dating vance while being griffins bsf/ big sis figure
a/n: fem reader on this one but imagine it however u like <3 i tried to make it gn but theres some slip ups!
(see what i did i mixed them together 🤭)
vance would think u like griffin (u kind of do cus who wouldn't? hes adorable) more then him so he would hate him
although griffin would grow on him
you'd be like his second parents
and i hc that vance is a mommas boy so he would be the mom you'd be the dad
vance would totally baby him.
like vance would be like "i don't like griffin"
then would proceed to he caught playing trains with him.
"he forced me he has little doe eyes i couldn't say no" blah blah blah i dont wanna hear it mr hopper
griffin would probably slip up and call u mom sometimes
vance is still annoyed by him sometimes
probably even made him cry on accident w few times if im being honest
like this kid is sensitive.
and im not evn tryna be mean
u could literally ignore him on accident bcus u didn't hear him and he started crying cus he thought u didn't love him anymore
ok ok I'm getting rlly carried away this isn't even what u asked for pls don't hate me
ok so more into the vance being your boyfriend part.
griffin was the kid you babysat ever since he was a 5, since his parents were always on work trips (hc ofc)
u met vance at the grab and go when u bumped into his pinball machine, he cussed you out but didn't beat your ass or anything since he was just practicing (or so that was his excuse) and everyone was like "damn how did she not get her ass whooped😧"
vance then saw u at school and asked in the most calm way he could (which did not work out because it sounded like he was yelling at you.)
"WILL YOU GO SKATING WITH ME THIS SATURDAY?"
which then to that you said "im so sorry i would but i cant , i have a babysitting job this saturday."
vance then tried to walk away but before he could you started talking again.
"the boys parents aren't strict! you could come with me and we could all watch movies together! he would love you!
and to that he said yes
spoiler alert, griffin did not love vance. another spoiler alert, the feeling was mutual.
as you walked to the door to greet mrs stagg going to a meeting, she stopped and said hi to you and vance, you called her prior to explain that you had to study with him (which was kind of a lie but you heard him and his teacher talking about his grades so you thought, sure why not help him with his grades!
as you said goodbye too mr stagg, griffin walked downstairs running to hug you and as u both pulled away he say vance.
"who are you?" griffin said crossing his arms over his chest
"vance." vance said not liking the tone the 10 year old boy was taking with him.
"why are you in my house."
"because your babysitter is helping me with my grades"
"so what your saying is your an idiot?"
"WHAT?"
"ok ok lets calm down"
"well at least you have y/n shes very smart she helped me get an a"
griffin walked away to go watch gravity falls on tv. (another headcanon lolz)
"he called me dumb."
"vance, hes ten."
"still."
"i assure you you're not dumb, you just need to start paying attention in class."
you and vance started working on science, something vance was stuck on.
when griffin spoke up
"y/nnnn"
"yes griffin?"
"im bored!!"
"well i guess i can take break"
"i need help!" vance said with a pout that was barely noticeable
"well my needs are more important then yours u bush!"
"WHAT DID U JUST CALL ME??"
"vance hes ten!"
"a stupid ten year old."
"vance!"
"thats why u cant do basic science!"
"griffin apologize!" you said with a stern face
"he thinks hes more important than me!".
"you are both important so you both better apologize or im telling your moms!
that seemed to get their attention as they both shook their head no and started apologizing
"vance, im sorry for calling you a bush.
"and im sorry for calling u stupid."
"now hug it out." you said smiling
"what." they both deadpanned
"you heard me, hug it out mamas boys."
they sighed and eventually gave each other a side hug.
as the night ended, you tucked griffin into bed, finished your homework with vance , and greeted mrs stagg as she came back from her meeting, you both said goodbye to the hardworking mom and headed hom.
vance walked you too your door thanked you for the help, and u gave him a kiss on the cheek
you both agreed that you'd go see the new chainsaw massacre movie next friday, and went too sleep with butterflies.
I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS MY BAD! @honeyedpaperback hope you liked it!!!
#vance hopper x reader#finney blake#robin arellano#the black phone#brady hepner#bruce yamada#vance hopper#vance hopper x you#fem reader#gwen blake#billy showalter#tbp
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Casey's Fears Part 2
(TW: transphobia, bullying, death)
Cave mouth.
Not something new he's heard, and to those who ask what happened, he gives a simple explanation, a hockey accident.
Not a lie, but not the full truth. And when one talks with an expert in in lying, that doesn't fly.
He almost says he doesn't want to talk about it, but something about those sharp, ice blue eyes that stare through any farce he could ever muster up compels him to open up once again.
His second true fear, being found out.
No one in the area knows of his original birth gender, he's learned his lesson.
While he doesn't remember much of the events after he was locked in his room, he remembers all too well the days following.
Casey's mom was, justifiably, very upset. His dad tried to blame the alcohol, how he was raised, that he just doesn't understand. Every excuse under the sun, he threw all of them out, attempting to stay afloat. But there really was no excuse to keep a whole garbage bag full of rat corpses and then spread said corpses on his son's bed.
"If she wants to be a man so bad then she has to learn to man up!"
That one earned him a firm slap. It was the worst argument Casey had ever witnessed. He slept in his sister's room that night, even she didn't fully know what had happened.
The next day, Casey's mom had told both him and his sister to pack up, that they were leaving. Going somewhere far away from that horrible old man that she herself had been to young and too in love to see how horrible he truly was. He had just woken up and was only taking about every other word but he got the memo.
"When you fall in love one day... Please... be sure you know who they are, who they truly are..."
Something like that at least.
Next thing he knew, he and his sister had turned packing into a game, distracted as what was once arguing turned to begging, Casey's father begging to stay afloat in the boat that he had started sinking in the first place. Casey's mom was going out because she had... something to do before moving them out, he struggled to remember, he was young and his sister even younger.
She said she was going to be back for them at ten.
8:00 AM
He made breakfast for his sister, she didn't really want to eat it, but he managed.
8:30 AM
Their father started... sobbing? That was new... and caused Case's stomach to churn, he didn't feel like throwing up again. He convinced his sister to listen to music, drown it out, that would work...
9:00 AM
He started banging at their door, begging forgiveness. A grown adult, a bumbling, crying mess. Casey might've considered it if he wasn't using the same breath to throw more excuses at him.
"I saw some shit back in my day! Every man needs to see some shit to toughen up! That's just how it goes!"
And yet...
"I can't have my girls taken away from me please!"
Yeah...
9:55 AM
Casey was hugging his sister close, seemed like the old man had gone bac to drowning his sorrows, he could vaguely hear him trying to call his mom again...
Just a bit longer...
10:00 AM
Any second now...
10:10 AM
His sister was worried, he swore she was coming back any second now...
10:30 AM
Any...
10:40 AM
Second...
11:00 AM
Now...
12:27 PM
...
There were lights outside...
After his mother's death, things changed drastically. His father went back to being quiet, but he was... overwhelmingly supportive. Legal name change, hormones, all paid for. He figures it's in the form of some kind of apology.
So they moved, brand new clean slate. Casey Jones, a punk kid, always getting into fights, blood running a bit too hot for his own good. Your average rebellious teen boy.
He had promised his mom that he would live as himself and be damn happy doing it.
"..."
Casey sighed as he finished his story, leaning back until he was now laying down on the cold concrete rooftop, staring at the dazzling night sky, stars glimmering as though they could see him and wanted him to know.
Mikey didn't respond for a bit, allowing the silence to rest over them. But his eyes never left the human, his cold gaze never left his human.
Eventually, those cold eyes appeared in Casey's vision as Mikey looked down at him, "And your teeth?"
Casey paused before nodding "oh, yeah, that was the whole point of that." He chuckled dryly, "So, few years later, I'm fully me... 'scept some assholes caught me changing after hockey practice... saw my binder..." He huffed as he moved his hands under his head, his own eyes moving from the vibrant stars to those frozen lakes the turtle had for eyes. He got quieter, voice a hushed whisper as he spilled secrets he had never breathed to anyone else before. "They called me a freak... They beat me... Doctor said I was lucky, didn't swallow any of the teeth..."
It was a subtle change, it's not like Mikey's eyes shifted dramatically or changed color, but the way he held them always changed when he let his mask drop. They got sharper, more observant, and cold, so very cold. Mikey's gaze could freeze the ocean, he almost would feel as though his blood was freezing, crystallizing, every time he felt those icy eyes on him, sending shivers through him.
"Humans truly do amaze me at times..." His voice was different too, his true voice lacked any actual emotion or indication of tone, it was also slightly deeper, as the turtle lightly raised his voice when he had his mask up.
No one else got to see this Mikey, no one else got to see those true cold eyes. Not even his brothers, all living with a lie.
The real Michelangelo was many things, numb, cold, observant, apathetic, curious...
And dark.
He wasn't an idiot, there's a reason that whenever he saw Mikey's true smile, it made Casey's hair stand on end, his gut saying one thing:
D A N G E R
Casey had two main fears, rats, and being outed.
Casey has three fears.
#tmnt 2012#tmnt#tmnt au#mikey x casey#teenage mutant ninja turtles#yandere mikey#obsession#sadistic mikey#tmnt fanfiction#tmnt casey jones#tmnt mikey#trans casey jones#unmasked Mikey
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