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tempted-byhyuka · 2 months

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remorse

noun: deep regret or guilt for a wrong committed.

part one here

all riki ever wanted in his life was to preform, to use his natural given talent to his advantage and do what he's always loved. over half of his childhood was spent preparing for the moment he would get on stage and become a member of enhypen, it's all he knew. he had support from every angle no matter what, everything pretty much fell into his lap. and yet he was constantly reminded of how quickly it could all be snatched away because of one little scandal...

the company tried to get him to dump you before debut, but the young, love-struck riki refused to break up with you, claiming that he would be too depressed to properly preform. reluctant arrangements were made and in the end, he got to stay with you. it was hard, getting used to the fact he couldn't see you every day, and that dates were no longer so common and frequent; but riki had faith that your relationship was meant to last.

he was naive enough to hold onto that idea, even when he no longer felt the need to call you every night. he was just tired, he would when he had more energy, right...? but then he found himself too exhausted to text you, to respond to you telling him what you did that day, or the pictures you sent him of your outfits. it started to feel like a chore to even open your messages.

everything was piling on riki in a nearly unbearable manner, he was so stressed he lost sleep, barely ate and pushed himself to his limits. and when he finally got a day off, he begrudgingly forced himself out of bed to join you on a little date. riki was so damn tired that he barely remembered a word you spoke to him on those days, his limbs aching so bad that even squeezing your hand or hugging you caused a dull pain in his fingers and arms.

he tried to be patient, knowing it wasn't even close your fault, but god all he wanted was at least an hour of good rest. and when he woke up to the phone ringing on the one morning he was given permission to sleep in, of course he wasn't in the best mood... seeing your contact on his screen made something inside him snap. he held his patience for as long as he could, but he was at his limit.

riki yelled, he said things he didn't mean, he absolutely unloaded on you until you finally uttered the heart stopping words....

it's over.

the first four days weren't full of much thought regarding the situation, honestly, riki just saw it as another responsibility off his plate. one less thing to focus on, to spend energy on, and he moved along with his life. at least he tried to, but when he opened his suitcase in that houston hotel and saw a familiar silver chain fall on top of his clothes, he paused.

it was the one you gifted him on his 16th birthday, his initials and yours carved into the metal shaped into a heart. you had spent your own money on the gift and wrapped it nicely in a hand decorated gift box. riki smiles so hard that his cheeks began to ache, he wore it so often that the managers had to scold him to remove it during photoshoots and lives.

as all those memories begin to flood his mind, the regret begins to fester from the depths of his soul. what was the use of this gift now? he could never wear it without thinking of you, but he can't just throw it away like trash. he knew that he needed to call you, text you, anything, he needed to make this right.

once he opened his phone to do so, he opens his messages and stares at the screen, the wall of grey texts on the left side on the screen with occasional blue message on the right side. swallowing his pride, he begins to type.

'hey y/n, can we talk?'

when he hits send, he immediately feels his heart drop at the sight of his message surrounded by a green bubble. you blocked him? already? it had only been mere days... he tried again and again, knowing deep down it was futile. eventually, he tries to call you, pressing the phone to his ear.

"we're sorry, the number you're trying to reach-"

"fuck!" he cursed and gripped the phone in his hand so tightly his knuckles became white. he searches for your social media accounts only to come up empty handed on every platform. you had wiped him from your life, and he couldn't do anything about it.

the tears start and they can't stop as riki is overwhelmed with the crippling weight of what he had done to you, how cruelly he had treated you over the last few years. he didn't even utter an apology to you once over the 3 years of mistreatment, and when you finally had enough, he was too far gone to realize it.

he kneels on the floor and bows, pressing his aching head into his palms. the image of your smiling face, the feeling of your soft hair and the sound of your laugh is nothing more than a memory, that he will never get to witness ever again.

an hour passed before he finally ceased his tears, laying on the floor of the hotel room and hugging his knees. in 20 minutes, he would need to leave and begin a photoshoot, and now he either needs to get the swelling of his eyes to go away, or explain it away in a believable manner to his manager.

but he doesn't get up right away to do so, instead he lays on the floor wondering if this was truly his dream. and yes, maybe it was, but was it worth losing the one he thought he'd marry one day...?

if only he could go back, all he wanted was to apologize, to beg for your forgiveness.

but he didn't blame you if you didn't want to go back, why would you date ni-ki when it was riki you fell in love with?

i hope you enjoyed this! now that i've finished up this little story, now we can get into the fun stuff 😈

#enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfic #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #ni ki imagines #ni ki fanfic #ni ki x reader #ni ki angst

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i0veless · 1 year

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LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ best to eradicate rumours - in style ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! rapper/singer! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ fluff, suggestive content?, texting au ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 1.2k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ making out, long distanstance?, rumors, mentions of twitter - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ anon requested, "could you, please write a story about kylian mbappe and a rapper reader who is like nicki minaj pls" personally, I loved this request and it got me listening to a lot of nicki's music again, and this was actually inspired by one of the queens iconic verses - so hope you like it. also sorry for the lack of posting I have been having major writers block and lack of inspo, hopefully I should get a lot more works out in the next 2-3 week ]

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The rumours were part of the job. Part of the job description is being a celebrity, and in many ways, it could both help and hinder you - especially if you were a woman. On the one hand, it could boost your career; on another, it could sink it faster than the Titanic. Y/N L/N, an influential rapper and singer, knew all too well the impact of having baseless rumours thrown at you. Her name was attached to everyone and anyone (at some point or another) with no rhyme, reason or proof. So it made sense that she chose to ignore most of them and focus on herself and her private life.

Yes, her private life was why everyone speculated, as people wondered who had stolen her heart. The rapper had stated that she was in a relationship multiple times but refused to specify with who as she wished for the relationship to remain private. But you know, the internet, they can't keep their noses out of other people's business. So naturally, the witch hunt began, and Twitter went up in flames every other day, trying to figure out who had captured the up-and-coming star's heart. No name was off-limits.

In the beginning, Y/N found all the hilarious speculation amusing, laughing about it with her friends (who were said to be possible love interests), but after a while, it started to get on her nerves. People were relentlessly holding on to the topic like a dog with a chew toy, and after six months and a discussion with her lover, she finally decided to put the rumours to rest - in style.

"Are you sure?" the rapper's close friend and manager Monica asked for the nth time of the night as they stood backstage. "I'm positive Mon. I've talked with Ky about it, and he agreed," the couple agreed they were going to reveal their relationship on one of the most important dates of the music calendar, the 67th Grammy Awards. But in a far more creative way than most normally would. As they say, nothing conveys emotions better than music.

"Now, welcome to the stage for her first-ever grammy performance Y/N L/N!" stepping out on stage, the air was heavy with tension as the crowd of fans and other music alumni were eager to see the artist who had been nominated for 5 Grammys preform. The lights dimmed, and the backup dancers got into their positions as the backtrack began to play.

"I never fucked Giroud. I never fucked Neymar. On my life, man, Fuck's sake. If I did, I'd menage with 'em, And let's eat my ass like a cupcake. My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody, But tape. Oh, and yeah, and by the way, my man's name is Kylian Mbappé." The audience was shocked at the freestyle rap, and the camera panned to the faces of other celebs to get their shocked reaction. The most notable one was that of the queen bee herself Beyonc�� as she nodded in approval and bopped to the beat, while another memorable response was that of one of her best friends, Doja Cat, as she was losing it with laughter.

The freestyle then segued into her Grammy-nominated song Woman, as the flawless choreography and unforgettable spotlight moments made it one of the night's best performances. It ended in thunderous applause and multiple viral moments. As she walked backstage after the successful performance, she wiped off the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. She opened her phone to find it crowded with thousands of notifications, but the only ones she was only interested in were those from the love of her life - Kylian Mbappe.

KY KY

people are already talking lol by the way great performance mon ange your ass looked great on the carpet give me a private concert later?

Y/N only if you can keep up mon roi

KY KY you know I love it when you speak french ma reine

Y/N what can I say I have a great teacher

KY KY you know I can teach you so much more than french

Y/N really? I doubt it babe

KY KY come back home and I'll prove you so wrong mon amour

Y/N baby you know I can't I have press and shit to deal with

KY KY ik ik but a man can dream can't he

Y/N have fun entertaining yourself my dear

(5 photos attached) (2 videos attached)

KY KY your gonna get it when you get back

Another thing you should know about being a celebrity because it makes you an awfully good liar. Now there was no sinister intent behind Y/N lying to Kylian. The rapper just wanted to surprise him, so as she pulled into the new PSG training centre, she kept a relatively low profile as the new owner of five Grammys did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Walking to the reception, she was greeted by one of the coaching assistants and a few cameras. She had let them in on her plan to surprise her boyfriend, and in return for their help, they would get a video for their youtube channel.

As they walked towards the outdoor training area where the first team where hard at work, sure, they all looked hot, but Kylian was miles more than the others. Hot and sweaty, looking like some sex god rather than a Ligue 1 player. The number seven played a round of Tika taka with Neymar, Messi, Ramos, Hakimi and Veratti. He was oblivious to what was happening as Y/N slowly crept up behind him - placing a finger over your lips to tell his teammates to keep quiet after they noticed your presents.

"So Kylian, how's everything with your girl" Neymar, the little pot stirrer he is, had to milk this situation for its worth so that he could have something to tease his teammate with later. "Great man, I mean, god, she's perfect. I know it's a bit early to say, but I can see myself marrying her." safe to say everyone's hearts melted at the French player as he gushed over his girlfriend. Tried to hide, Y/N embraced her boyfriend in a hug from behind. "I love you too, Ky."

Turning around in shock, safe to say, Mbappe's eyes were larger than a football as he spun his girl in the air before kissing her. "What are you doing here? I thought you had work." the football star asked with nothing but love and affection as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I missed you. And I wanted to surprise you. Also, I lied." the rapper said, giggling at the look on his face. "Why you, little" With that, Kylian threw her over his shoulder and ran off with her as she screamed in fear and begged to be put down. Kylian refused.

As everyone watched the reunited couple get lost in their world, they couldn't help but smile at how happy the two made each other. "They are gonna get married," Ramos said, taking a sip of his water. "And I will be Kylian's best man," Neymar said jokingly. "Hate to break it to you, brother, but as long as I live and breath, that position is not available", Hakimi chimed in bluntly.

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carpeossa · 2 years

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Mother’s Day at the Vulcan Embassy on Earth

Amanda: *Finalizing spring semester grades and getting coursework prepared for summer courses in her office*

Michael: *standing outside the threshold with Spock* “Excuse us, Amanda?”

Amanda: “Yes, Michael? Oh! What’s up, kids?”

Spock: “We wish to participate in the Earthen tradition of celebrating you being our mother.”

Amanda: *Leaving the desk to give the kids a big hug* “Oh Spock, Michael. Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Michael: “You’re welcome, Amanda, but we have a present to give you in the den, with Sybok.”

Amanda: *leaves with Michael and Spock to the den.*

*Trio enters den*

Sybok: *Slightly intoxicated shooting a confetti cannon* “Happy Mother’s Day, Amanda!”

Amanda: *trying to keep from crying while looking at the decorations* “Did you all do this?”

Sybok: “Yeah! I made the red velvet cake and the vanilla cake and we all did the banner, the flowers and the confetti! I’ll tell you trying to get this past Syvar was a pain in the a-“

Michael: “It was difficult, but we wanted to surprise you. Also, we made this” *motioning to the vase on the coffee table*

Amanda: “It’s beautiful! You all made this?”

Spock: “Yes, it was Michael’s idea. She and Sybok shaped it, Sybok cured it, and I added the circuitry.”

Amanda: “Why does a vase need circuitry?”

Spock: “So it can do this,” *leans to the side to activate the switch*

*vase illuminates with Spock’s image* “Happy Mother’s Day, mother. It is my intention to inform you that you are an excellent person for the position and no other individual could preform the role half as adequately.”

*vase illuminates Michael’s image* “Happy Mother’s Day, Amanda! I want you to know that I appreciate you and that-“ *takes a deep breath* “that I love you a lot.”

*vase illuminates Sybok’s image* “Hey Amanda! Happy Mother’s Day and you are the best mom this family could ever have and you’re the best second mom I could ever have. I love you!”

Amanda: *crying* “Thank you - I love you guys as well and I’m so proud of all three of you! You all did a wonderful job on this!”

Sybok, Michael and Spock : *gives Amanda a bear hug*

Sybok: “We meant every word of it!

Amanda: “I can see that!” whispers in Sybok’s ear* “I can also see that you’re slightly drunk.”

Sybok: *whispers back* “I may have slightly ate too much of the red velvet batter after I baked the cakes..”

Amanda: “I won’t tell your father if you won’t.”

Sybok: “Another reason why your the best mom for the job.”

Amanda: *smiles at the comment and wipes away happy tears* “So who’s ready for some cake?”

✨bonus✨

Amanda: *entering her office later that day* “what the heck?”

*from floor to ceiling is bouquets of flowers*

Sarek: *standing behind Amanda* “it is a Earthen display of affection from a husband to his wife on Mother’s Day.”

Amanda: *gasps and playfully hits Sarek’s arm for scaring her* “I can see that, but one bouquet would have sufficed my husband.”

Sarek: “For a human couple, yes. However, you are the wife of Sarek Ambassador of Vulcan. You deserve a display representative of your position. Additionally you deserve this,” *pulls out a box from his breast pocket*

Amanda: *opens box to revival a ornate opal pendant with an inscription in Vulcan that says, ‘I cherish thee’*

Amanda: “oh Sarek, I love you too.” *holds her index and middle fingers out for a Vulcan kiss*

Sarek: *places his two fingers on to Amanda’s and leans his forehead onto hers.*

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iceskatingcandian · 2 years

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Prank time!

Axlerod - He'd help you play a prank on Zündapp because he ate his snax

- Will love spending time with you in general and enjoys coming up with a plan.

- The prank was you to [as cliche as it is] smack a handful of shaving cream onto Zündapp face and hood

- let's just say Zündapp chased you two and you had to hop onto and cling for dear life to Axlerod as he drove away full speed

- both of you were laughing kinda hard because well, Zündapp's face and hood was red in anger and cover in shaving cream and he's so cute lmao

- Zündapp ended up finding you two later though but it was worth it!

Zündapp - hides a fake tarantula on a string and waits for you to go into a certain room

- when you're finally there he lowers the string slowly and then drops it on your shoulder

- all of it was perfectly and streatigicly planned to get you back for smacking shaving cream on his face.

- will apologize later because he knows he nearly put you in cardiac arrest

- reeder ded

Grem and Acer - let's face it, these two are practically brothers and would do pretty much anything together

- including pranks!

- So they sent off in search for you and finally did, then they asked you of you could help them preform a revenge prank on Ivan.

- you agreed and they set it up

- so the prank was you would go up and flirt with Ivan then you would lure him through a certain doorway and dumped water all over him

- did I mention they yelled "let's see how you like trying to swim!"?

Finn Mcmissile - he's not one for pranks

- but if he ever does they're mostly harmless and cute ones

- like one time he replaced your wooden spoon with a cardboard one [somehow]

Jackson Storm - HUGE PRANKSTER

- his pranks can be brutal and or harsh and out going

- one time he replaced your Shampoo with [least fav colour] hair dye that didn't come out for several months

- and another time he put a milked [luckily] Rattlesnake on you whilst you were resting your gorgeous eye lids

- but after every one of his pranks he makes sure you're okay, and not you know...ded or dying

- he apologizes after every one of them like the kind hearted man he's trying to be

Max Schnell - sometimes this precious man will play a "harmless" prank

- he'll just pop in out of nowhere to scare you and once you were like "AAAaahh! Stoop I almost dropped my croissant!"

- sometimes in the middle of conversations between you two or just randomly hell just start speaking German to you

- he knows you know little to none

- but this precious man will try to teach you German [unless you already know it fluently]

Holly Shiftwell - similar thing, she knows a lot of Japanese because well, she's stationed there

- so she'll just start speaking Japanese to you leaving you in the dark as to what she's saying lmao

- other than that though she's a lot like Finn, she doesn't really tend to do pranks

- she'll only do minor ones sometimes they make you laugh

Mater - this man is the definition of adorable and wholesome this manz could NeVeR

- he'll only do playful pranks such as making you cling to him for dear life as he's running or I should say driving away from Frank because he's out late Tractor Tipping again

Lighting McQueen - this man has some stuff up his sleeves and this manz is sLiCk AsF

- he'll try to embarass you with strict limits of course now doesn't want to ruin your life

- he retricts himself to only embarass you in minor ways like make you stutter or say something dumb lmao

- Lightning will sometimes have you join him with pranking Mater by putting a blue glowing lamp on his tow hook [anyone get the reference? Ghostlight?]

- you'll prank him back sometimes and you two will once in a while have a 'Prank War to see who can prank most people in the most creative ways

Sally Carerra - she's nice, she'll have you join her in messing with the Sheriff and Lightning because you both think it's funny

- sometimes she'll harmlessly prank you when you're sad because she knows you well enough to know what you think is funni

I can take requests!

#humour #miles axlerod #cars disney #Pranks #fun #adorable #wholesome #Grem #acer #jackson storm #Mater #sally carrera #holley shiftwell #finn mcmissile #Zündapp #max schnell #Lightning McQueen

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solastia · 1 year

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Solastia’s Ateez Concert Take

So now that post concert depression has settled in nicely, I’ve decided to remanence on key points and thoughts while experiencing one of the best/sometimes worst nights of my life.

Holy shit they’re real

Holy shit they’re all beautiful

They all look exactly like their pictures except I really wanted to force feed them all some burgers because they are all so skinny.

My feet and back were in so much pain and I hadn’t eaten or drank anything since six am and I was so exhausted by the time I got stage side but the moment I saw them during sound check it was almost worth it all. Not sure if I’d ever bother with VIP or floor tickets ever again because that part of everything was a nightmare, but having them all smile and look me in the eyes was almost worth the absolute pain I’ve been dealing with all day.

Arizona belongs to Song Mingi. The arena went insane whenever he showed up and all of his merch went first. They were screaming for him so much that he started to get shy and the other members began to try an egg him into interacting more with us. I think the only other members that got almost as much love as him were Jongho and Hongjoong. But Arizona as a whole is Song Mingi’s bitch.

Wooyoung is so fierce and focused when he’s preforming it’s almost intimidating.

Yunho is so handsome he looks like an actor. But he’s super cute and was smirking and laughing almost the entire time. I don’t know how you look mischievous for an entire concert but he pulled it off.

San gives me whiplash because he’s so cute and then body rolls right in my damn face so I don’t know what to think. He’s also a HUGE flirt like DUDE. I was almost convinced he was going to send me the infamous NDA lmao

Seonghwa is so ridiculously stunning in person like holy hell that man looks like an angel. He also sweats like insanely crazy and I had to fight intrusive thoughts about jumping up there to lick it up. Wrong place for that thought but bruh it happened

Hongjoong is amazing and so talented and so pretty and when he looked me into the eyes and smiled I died and he pointed at my Hongjoong shirt and sent me a finger kiss and I died again. I hate fan service but I ate it up.

Yeosang is so cute and sweet and he kept crouching by our side a lot and dude he has such buff arms and soft smile that it’s hard to know what to think. But he was defiantly the type of guy that I tend to gravitate towards in real life if you know what I mean. I could definitely see him being happy in my playroom 👀

And for the final member I need to mention Jongho. Oh Jongho. So I saved him for last because I have an announcement. Hongjoong is my bias wrecker now because he has been replaced by Jongho as bias. This boy. No, this man y’all. Like, every single one of them is stunning right? But Jongho looked me into the eyes and smirked once and sent my soul flying. Like, my dudes. He’s so handsome? And like super solid if that makes sense? Like, he looks like the type of person you marry and settle down with for life if you’re both into that. Dude would hold your heart in his hands and you’d feel so safe? I don’t even know how to explain why I felt so drawn to him but I so was. I wish I was able to take more pictures and videos but my phone was dying the whole time since I’d been there since early morning.

In conclusion, I am Atiny for life and officially belong to Choi Jongho

#ateez #personal #atiny #Ateez in Phoenix #Seonghwa #hongjoong #Yunho #yeosang #wooyoung #San #jongho #song mingi

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symbioticsimplicity · 1 year

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Need me an AU for ATS where Darla didn't die for every reason.

Think about it. They could have achieved the same desperate sacrifice by just preforming an emergency C-section on Darla. But given that she's a vampire and they're on the run, they still find themselves in that alley way to do it. Plenty of characters in this series pay for survival with pain.

Darla lives, and it turns out her connection to Conner does not turn off once he's no longer inside of her body. They still share a soul and that little boy means more to her than anything or anyone else ever has or could. Angel may be a helicopter Dad but Darla is Mama Bear.

So when everything with Wes and Holtz and all that goes down, she finds herself beside Angel, fighting tooth and nail to get her baby back. When Holtz jumps into Q'artoth, she jumps right in with him.

Cue the insanity that is Darla and Holtz having to work together to survive an unlivable dimension together while raising a child. It never made sense to me that Holtz, a regular ass middle aged human, was able to not only survive the worst hell dimension there is but also raise a child there. But with Darla there too? Thats a whole master vampire, and one with a baby to protect too. They make a deal, Darla keeps them safe and brings back any kills that might be eatable for Holtz, Holtz lets Darla feed from him. Given all of their history that would be such a delicate, painful balance that would break at the slightest strain. It would be painfully thrilling to watch.

Then the addition of Darla could have given Connor more of a morally grey stance that would have reflected his nature as a being born if two vampires. He's human-ish. He stands in the middle of so many different worlds. Having both Holtz and Darla's ideals around as he grew up in a *demon dimension* would have made for such an interesting complexity. It would have made his struggles with morality going forward make a lot more sense as well.

Also I want to see them returning to Earth and when Connor is overwhelmed by this new place, the first place he goes for comfort is Darla. He knows without a doubt that his mother could and would kill anything actually dangerous that came near him. I want to see Darla's habits reflected in him. The way she talks, certain mannerisms, little things that most people wouldn't notice (Angel notices immediately). If they weren't gonna give is Cangel, I would much rather have watched Connor, Angel and Darla try to be this odd little family together. Darla is by then the adjusted to how sharing a soul with Connor makes her feel, how attuned it makes her with him. She's at the median point between souled vampire introspective self loathing, and un-souled vampire viciousness so shes *trying* but she can still be so cutting sometimes but Angel kind of needs the reality check? Connor is kinda feral but also kind of curious about his Dad (between what Holtz told him about him and what Darla told him hes got some idea but no idea how to feel about him). And Angel is having the *weirdest* out of body experience about the whole thing but is infinitely grateful to be allowed a second chance. Its not perfect, thankfully, but its good.

Ideally for this AU the Jasmine thing has nothing to do with Cordi and Connor (because not just no but FUCK no). Instead Jasmine and Connor are twins. Connor got taken by Holtz and Darla, while Jasmine was raised by Angel. She's still exactly what she was in canon, she just grew rapidly from an infant. She was raised with the morals that Angel and co are trying to abide by and once she was big enough to, she used her power to try to bring those ideals to everyone else through her love. She's as hypnotic as she was in canon, with the difference being that Angel, Darla, and Connor are immune. She's more of a "The path to hell is paved with good intentions" than the cannon Jasmine. She gets farther too because Angel can't bear the idea of killing her, nor will Darla abide it. Connor is the one to do it, (later they learn hes the only one who physically could have) as he was in canon.

I just think it would have been much better to keep her around.

#ats #ats connor #ats holtz #ats darla #she deserved better #and I deserved to get to watch her and Holtz have to learn to tolerate each other #THINK ABOUT IT

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angstykay · 2 years

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Memory lane Wattpad story chapter one and two

chapter one - Everybody talks

Friday morning you crawl out of bed to get ready for the day ahead little did you know what was about to come. You have a quick shower throwing on whatever is closest, pulling on your ripped jeans and black crop top hair falling just the way you like it. "Dustin you little shit you ate my cereal" you yell when you reach the kitchen to see him eating it "we also have no milk". You groan today is gonna be a long day at least you can stomach black coffee. You hear a screech outside your window followed by a beep, "Yn come on lets go" your brother squeals and runs to the door like a dog, it makes you giggle as you jog behind grabbing your bag.

Eddie pokes his head out of the window "don't we look good today" he teases, you courtesy and kiss his lips. "You said you'd quit " you pout trying to ignore the taste of smoke off him "I will I promise" you ruffle his hair and go around to the passenger seat where you see your brother with his seat belt on. "SHIFT IT KID" Eddie says half joking Dustin groans and he squeezes between the two seats "you two better not have done anything funny back here", "just don't lick anything and you'll be fine" the look on Dustin's face was priceless you can't hold back your laugh. " you excited for tonight love" you love watching him preform it's like he puts on a show for you and you alone. " Yeah it's a big deal letting us preform on a good night people will actually be there". When you get out of the car Dustin runs off to meet the guys and you are fidgeting with your top, "hey Yn " Eddie pulls you by your arm close to him "thanks for talking to Tony for us and getting him to let us to preform" he kisses the top of your head "I'll always be your biggest fan Eddie Munson" and with that he kisses your lips something you could do forever.

At lunch

One thing about you is you had a secret Eddie knew nothing about and would kill you if he knew, every once in a while you light up a cigarette when the world gets too much. Today was one of them days so you decide to hide away in the bathroom sitting in the furthest stall away from the smoke alarm sitting on top of tank basically head out the window. You let the smoke fill up your lungs letting the smoke out like it was everything that ever bothered you there was another way but you'd probably end up a teenage mother if you went down that route every time you were stressed. Just as you were about to take your last pull you hear a gaggle of teenage girls walk in laughing, you quickly flick away your ash and squeeze your fingers around the tip to make sure you don't set the school alight.

"You guys going tonight to see them" there is a sinical tone in one of there voices you can't make out who, "seriously I don't want my ears to bleed" another mocked. You feel your blood boil but you're afraid of conflict so stay quiet so they don't hear you. "Guys give them a chance I heard them from my house and Munson is a really great musician " you recognize that voice anywhere it's little miss perfect Chrissy Cunningham. "Munson" one of her brainless crew say "she's on about the freak she's in love with", if you had the courage you'd jump her here and now but Eddie is yours and he loves you and the "IT" girl wants him but his head won't be turned even if she tried but she never admitted it just told them to knock it off.

They leave the bathroom you pop a breath mint in your mouth and drowned yourself in body spray. You make a bee-line straight to your happy place. You see him at the table just being himself so charismatic everything about him is perfect then your eyes go to her watching his every move, you want to show her who he belongs to so you climb into his lap. "Wow who is this and what did you do with my girlfriend" he is so happy that you finally showed affection with the guys around, when you see her eyes leave him your face goes red what the hell did you do you peck his cheek and climb off him and return to your usual sit beside him. " There she is" the tone in his voice isn't as happy but the smile on his face is too pretty to question. They go back to their conversation about tonight "It's going to be epic sad we can't be there" Mike says completely bummed , Gareth pats his back " don't worry wheeler we have our number one girl so we have all the support we could ask for" Gareth says smiling at you you two were always close he is the reason you and Eddie met and for that you'll forever be grateful.

That night

You pull out the outfit you were saving for that night hair straightened down your back pinned with a black clip topped with a cute eyeliner look.

You were home alone mom working a double or drinking a double not sure what you believed anymore and Dustin staying in Will's oblivious to your mom's recent hobby. You walk over to lace up your converse lost in though that you don't hear the door crack open , you feel arms wrap around your waist you freeze with fear and look down to see his rings and you quickly settle. "You ready for the best show of your life darling" you spin around and jump into his arms lips attacking one and others you guys are truly in love, you jump down "come on I didn't work my ass off for nothing". you grab him by the hand and drag him to the van " you know we have time to kill" he says grabbing your hips "and we are alone" he whispers into your ear. Your cheeks flush red as tempting as it sounds you know better you cup his cheeks in your hands " maybe later Eds" you wink and climb into the van . He pouts and climbs in beside you.

Eddies pov

I know she loves me but it's hard when she can't be affectionate in public or even hold my hand most days when people are around for a split second today it felt great with her wrapped around me but I have to be patient she's been through so much with her dad and mom and her practically raising Dustin. I just wanna take care of her even if she won't let me in. "After you princess" she giggles as I open her door god I could listen to her laugh all day.

when we get there the guys help me unload the van and when we finished I walk out to get her before we start. We have our private moments which I love so I got caught up in the moment and grabbed her hand when we walk in , as soon as we hit the door she pulls away and it broke my heart so I did what we Munson's do best run away I walked straight past her not looking back.

Yn pov

I know I hurt him I have to get a hold on my stupid anxiety or I'm gonna lose him he doesn't deserve me I'll do it for him I'll surprise him after the show show everyone how much I love him. I step inside look up to see the guys setting up the hideout is completely packed can barely hear myself think. It's for one night Yn you can do this you see your table Steve and Robin are there with a drink for you already on the table you run over and hug your two dearest friends, " your boyfriend is going to be famous " Robin says while burping in your face she won't remember this tomorrow. Steve of course had to chime in "You'll be fighting off the girl's with a stick Yn get ready" they are being totally innocent but your gut is screaming at you, if tonight goes well they could actually make it as much as you loved the guys and supported their every move you were selfish and wished this would be a teenage hobby and phase out.

After the show

the place erupts with cheers and whistles you being one of the loudest people in the joint even the stuck up cheer-leaders are cheering begging for an encore which they've already given so it was time to wrap up. Awhile later the guys still haven't appeared the place is still hopping with drunk teens, when they finally appear you see Eddie and his hair is dripping in sweat you're lost in thought how could a man look so dirty and hot at the same time. You have two drinks in your hand ready to whisk him away but you're too late you see Chrissy and her gaggle of girls gush over him ask for autographs, they wouldn't stop touching him you continue to walk over and hand him his drink and immediately chicken out the people are too much for your little heart to take. You smile and walk away from him no hug no kiss like you usually would you return to your seat to see Robin and Steve acting out you beating off the girls with a stick and you just run out. Steve can't leave Robin but he knows he went too far with you and Eddie is too high off his victory to notice. And this is where you and Eddie's downfall begins......

I hope you guys enjoyed this also to clear a few things up the name of the story will make sense soon and the reason they could drink is let's pretend the legal drinking age in America isn't 21 and is 18 and you suffer with extreme social anxiety and relationship intimacy because of your parents .

Chapter two- Wallflower

At the hideout

"Eddie you did great" Chrissy says playing with her ponytail gushing over the guitarist, she puts her hand on his arm brushing her fingers against his tattoos. He pulls his hand away gently not to make sure notice and turn against the band "thanks Chrissy for coming" he runs his hand through his hair looking past her to find you but you're nowhere to be found. This infuriates him he can't seem to get his head around you fucking off when he was celebrating one of the biggest moment of his life so far. "You know my uncle is a producer so I could get you linked up with him" there is flirty tone in her voice as she winks but he doesn't try to stop her, I'll get us a drink stay put. He walks to the bar everyone stopping him to congratulate the band instead of asking for weed or giving him a hard time, he knows he shouldn't buy a drink for Chrissy but you left him high and dry and didn't understand why.

Steve is looking at Eddie and Chrissy talk to each other making sure nothing funny is going on but he knows Eddie wouldn't do anything to hurt you, he finally goes over when he sees Chrissy get a bit too close and personal. "Hey man come over to us nice seeing you here Chrissy but I'm gonna steal him" she waves you both goodbye blowing Eddie a kiss. Steve pulls Eddie outside "what the hell man" Eddie is annoyed "you have a girlfriend ",Eddie stops for a moment looking at Steve he sighs puts his hand in his pockets "yeah she's not here is she now I'm gonna be with the people who care enough to stay" he walks back into the bar. Steve runs in pulls Robin off a bar table and brings her home.

At Yn's house

She gets home and instantly her breath goes against her heart beating out of control Eddie is the only one who can help her in moments like this but since she ran out on him and the guys she's on her own. You head outside the air is crisp streetlights are dim you reach into your pocket to pull out the last cigarette you stole from Eddie , the smoke hits your lungs and you keep it there for a few seconds to feel the affect. A few puffs later you still feel the same tears fill your eyes you don't notice until they're streaming down your face you're completely in your own head that you don't notice Steve pull up. " Yn Henderson since when" the shock in his voice as he walks toward you when you look up your face drops like you just saw a ghost , you look behind him to see if Eddie came to check on you. He puts his hand on your back rubbing circles using his free hand to steal your cigarette "he didn't come with Yn he's too upset with you right now" .

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder "Steve I messed up this time it's all my fault", Steve then gets an idea picks you up bridal style (totally platonic )carries you into your house plops you onto your couch "pepperoni will sort you out" he looks at you eyebrow raised. You and Steve sit up for awhile and eat pizza he listens to you talk about your dad leaving and how it affected you so much and thank him for helping you with Dustin unknowingly. just before you know it 3am rolls around "It's late I should go" he gets up to go but you grab his hand "Steve you can totally say no but can you stay I hate being alone", he nods and you go to grab the blankets and pillow from the cupboard. "Thank you Steve " you hug him tightly you go up to your room you can't get your mind off Eddie.

The next Morning you wake up to Steve gone and replaced with your mom. You grab the empty bottle of vodka still in her grasp you can't blame her after your dad passed, she hasn't been the same and she tries her best for you and Dustin. You nudge her gently " mom come on go to bed for an hour " you say lightly, she wakes looks at you and turns back around "or not" you sigh. You grab your jacket as the weather is shitty rain belting off the ground Eddie was suppose to collect you at 11 but it's 12pm and still nothing from him you just know it's gonna be a rough conversation.

After a long walk you find yourself drenched standing at the trailer you often found your happiness in for so long. Just as you were about to open the door it flings open and your eye to eye with Eddie. "What the hell" the tone in his voice is cold no greeting no hug no nothing , you reach your hand out to hold his hand but he recoils at your touch breaking your heart "Eddie please". He storms into his trailer and you trail behind in so he doesn't lock you out, "Eddie please hear me out I'm sorry" you're begging him to listen but he refuses "Yn no I'm sick of your behavior i can't my anxiety I can't kiss you in public incase people see " he finally snaps you're in shock. "I'm sorry I'll be better I promise" you bow your head knowing you've screwed up "I'm sick of your wallflower shit yn grow up Chrissy would..." and with that your eyes dart to him heart threatening to shatter then and there. You dart for the door but his hand catches you just in time "I'm sorry yn I didn't mean it she was just here all night she wouldn't be ashamed to be seen in public with me " Eddie face palms knowing he screwed up again you're so infuriated you can't see straight "If you love her so god damn go be with her forget me screw you Eddie we're done". You storm away and you don't even think your heart is a functioning organ but when he doesn't bother to chase you it physically pains you.

the weekend goes by and you hear nothing from him nor the guys you personally think this was taken out of proportion but Dustin being the voice of reason makes you understand how he's so hurt. You make it your mission to get Eddie back and Dustin reassures you he'll forgive you little did you know what was about to come. You spend Sunday night twisting and turning reaching at Eddie's top covered in his cologne you settle eventually.

Monday morning

You feel nauseous actually throwing up not paying much attention to it at the time you put it all to nerves you hear the door slam you peep out to find Eddie's van you feel so relived he's here for you. When you see Dustin climb into your seat and drive off you lose all hope. When you arrive at school you see everyone crowded around the band you feel like you're in the twilight zone. You see cheer leaders head your way you don't take pay attention and try walk past them until they push you to the ground "oops looks like Chrissy got your man" they walk away laughing their asses off at your expense . Robin runs over and pulls you to your feet "Yn what the hell happened man " the look on her face is shear shock you turn to her and don't know what to say to shrug your shoulders and walk to class too stunned to speak.

At lunch

You've been puking all morning from the stress you keep saying all day, your taunting by Eddie and Chrissy being all buddy buddy. You walk to your locker to find Eddie there with his leg up against it "Yn there you are " the tone in his voice is so monotone he hands you a bag. "What's this "you question you look inside to find all your stuff packed into it, ."So this is it" you refuse to cry anymore "I'm sorry Yn I can't do us anymore it's too much hiding and being private i'll swing by to pick up my stuff soon". he pulls you in for a hug you can't be mad at him more at your self you let him hug you one last time when he walks towards the cafeteria and you leave the school.

Outside

Steve is outside he pulls you into the car "are you okay Yn" your face goes waxy and pale he rolls down the window and yells at you not to vomit in his car after around 10 minutes of non-stop yacking you know it's no longer stress related. you turn to steve physically shaking "Steve there is something I need to do" he looks concerned and you both go back to your house

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst

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not me balling over my last dance class

#😐#the quarters over so now i don’t get to go every single day #but it was the most fun class i’ve ever had #it was so much more than a class and i made SO many friends that i’m already so close with and i’m gonna miss it so much #we had our preformence last night and it was so fun and i only messed up once😏#i was crying at the end cause my friends are doing different classes next year #but it was sooo fun and we ran around the school in the dark listening to music after and ate cake ahh #positives with lola

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Stripper!hawks w/ visual aid under cut!

One of the most if not popular dancer where he works. He would be drowning in offers for private dances and other more lecherous offers. The only offers he’s interested in is the one from his little vixen. You were his favorite, not that you ever gave him the time of day. Always brushing him off when he offered his services, and ‘deliberately’ being so teasing towards him. Was it your quirk that entranced him? Or was it just the game of cat and mouse you both played? He could tell you were at least curious about him or at least what he could do by the way your eyes flicked towards him whenever he was preforming, oh yes, his eyes would never leave you whenever he was one stage. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary whenever he flustered you with his methodical movements. And after every dance you were the first person he went to see.

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Humans Are Space Orcs, “The hypothetical

I decided to go back to and play around with my older style of writing today. Taking a bi of a break from the main plot line for a little bit :)

As a doctor, I often wonder about hypotheticals. What would happen if my patient was injured in this way, what would I do. Working with humans I find each scenario has to be more outlandish than the next assuming the human is going to do something stupid.

However, in all my time with humans there is one hypothetical that I find most interesting: what would happen if early human/nonhuman communication never happened, and like animals in documentaries, or at zoos we learned about the humans purely through observation.

Humor me for a moment as I write this as I think it could be an interesting thought-experiment for the scientific community.

I imagine we would see them as a series of logs made by the zookeeper as the humans were captured and placed into their enclosures, not knowing that the humans were sentient.

I see it going something like this.

Day 1 - we encountered the strange creature on a distant planet. We have never seen anything like them before. They tall, though that is only by way of the walking bipedally. Their arms are very long, and their eyes face forward. We were forced to capture them through tranquilization as they were uncooperative. We have a group of them, about six that we released into the enclosure. They are very agitated, and we must do what we can to calm them or otherwise worry about causing them significant stress. I can see them now lying on the ground resting their heads, they do not look well from the drugs, but we hope that the side effects will not last long.

Day 2 - We have yet to determine the genders of the creatures or even if they have any. It is difficult to tell, though there are subtle anatomical differences that we assume might have some bearing on the subject. Luckily for us they ate within the first day, and continue to eat well. As far as we understand their diets, these creatures can eat a large range of food, more than any animal or alien we have ever seen, and this including meat, plants, and plant byproducts.

Day - 4 They have a very large range of vocalizations, in a very complex structure that almost seems as if they are speaking to one another. They grunt hiss click hum, and so much more. As far as we can tell, they seem very social and tend to congregate in a small circle to commune with each other. When they sleep, they tend to sleep in a large group, or within the same general vicinity of each other. It sees they have a strong pack mentality.

Day- 3 we were forced to move them to a new enclosure as, last night one of the zookeepers ran across the creatures scaling the wall of their enclosure using the digits on their hands and feet to hold to the rough surface and pull themselves upward. I and the other scientists are a bit put out as we should have known this based on the anatomy of their flexible toes, and the sockets of their shoulders. These creatures are very good at climbing. For this reason the new enclosure is much larger, it has a pool of water and many tall branches to climb though there is a field around it to keep the creatures form climbing out.

Day 4 - The pool was a good idea as the creatures seem to enjoy submerging themselves in water. We know now that their strangely colored skin is not actually skin but some kind of artificial covering. They take off this artificial skin if they enter the water and put it back on after they leave. We also know the difference between the males and the females now as the males have more defined muscular structures and the females are more rounded with softer angles. As far as we can determine there is no behavioral difference between the two species.

Day 5 - We think they know they are being watched, as they have a habit of obscuring themselves in the furthest end of the enclosure where it is difficult for them to be seen. They have even taken some of the fallen branches and erected a bit of a screen to hide away prying eyes, or at least that is how it seems. Some of our experts assume it was actually in order to build a proper nest though we cannot be entirely sure about that.

Day 30 - We are worried about one of the females. Her body structure has begun to change over these past few weeks, and her belly is becoming distended. We are worried about some sort of blockage or bloating caused by the misuse of food. The other creatures seem to be worried about her as well. We might go in and tranquilize her and bring her out to examine her at some point tomorrow.

Day 31 - we had to sedate every creature in the enclosure in order to pull the female out and separate er form her pack. We tried to separate her naturally from them, pulling her to one side of the enclosure, but it seemed as if they knew what we were doing and the other large males and the one aggressive female would not allow her to go. We had to dart all five of the others to capture her, though when we pulled her out we were delighted to find the reason for her distended belly has nothing to do with the food. It seems as if we had inadvertently picked up a pregnant alien creature., which is likely why the others were so protective over her. We worry though because upon examining the internal structures we are concerned that the head of the offspring will not be large enough to fit through the pelvis. We are not sure if this is what the natural progression of their child bearing is supposed to look like.

Day - 50 we have been doing some tests on our creatures and have found a few interesting things. Their senses are far superior to our own. We once thought that their eyes would be adapted to hunting and racking movement, and while that is true in low light situations, they actually have very sharp sense of binocular vision, and are very competent at guessing distances. They seem to be a primary visual creature, and we assume that their vision is even better than ours. There is some evidence that they can even see somewhat in the dark, though based on our examination of their behavior they are primarily a daytime animal.

Day - 61 We think that they can hear us talking outside the enclosure. In fact, we think they have a very sensitive set of hearing organs. They often behave in ways that make us think they might be able to hear us. They always seem to know when we are coming into the enclosure to feed them. They tend to stand very close and watch us very carefully. We are worried that they might attack, but so far they have not. The most disconcerting is the large male and the smaller female. The way they watch some of our handlers unnerves them, and I am going to have to hire new hands to help with this project

Day 70 - They can use tools! It is an exciting and amazing discovery. But just the other day we say them begin to make things using strips of their own not-skin and some branches. They have tied rocks together and are even using them to smash up bits of food. Their hands seem very capable of doing such things as they are actually quite delicate in their movements. Each diget can be controlled to the finest degree and the rotational movement of their wrist implies extreme dexterity. Many of us think that this leaves them on a path towards sentience. Our scientists estimate that they have the intellectual capabilities of a five-year-old child.

Day 90 - great progress has been made! The creatures extreme vocalizations has added to their advantage, in that we have taught them how to speak! The sentences are very rudimentary of course, like a child, but they can ask for food, help, and express their displeasure. However, the problem is, they seem to have discovered greater words of displeasure from the people observing them and have taken to yelling rude slurs at the attraction goers. We think they like getting a reaction. They are very aggressive, and are becoming more so as the days go by. We worry about their health.

Day 100 - two of the large males got into a fight yesterday. We assume it was over mating rites with the remaining female, though that is only a theory. The way the creatures fight is very strange, they ball their hands into fists and then hit each other like using a club. Sometimes they use the hard bony ends of their elbows, or the tips of their knees. A few times they even used their legs to strike at the other. The feat of balance was quite amazing and the power generated from blows like that was scary. Visitors were urged away from the enclosure when wounds started appearing. Both males were covered in blood. We had gone to sedate them but by the time we came back the fight was over and the two males were sitting with each other at the edge of the pool washing their wounds. We think they find the water soothing, though we worry about sickness or infection.

Day 140 - We cannot get to them, overnight and out of sight of our keepers they have constructed a sort of den or nest surrounded by thick leaves and tree bark. There is no way to see in, and there is no way to dart one of these creatures while on the inside. We have been to get them while they are out in the open, but they always hear when the enclosure or the windows open and have taken to carrying around large shields made of leaves and branches. None of our darts have made it through sticking uselessly into branches. We worry greatly considering the female is coming closer and closer to her delivery day.

Day 170 - We have a plan for sedation, though it will require an enforcement team armed with the tranquilizer guns to preform it. We are worried about the female and the offspring, which we intend to rear by hand. We have no idea how the other larger humans are going to react when the smaller human is brought into the enclosure. They could kill it. We do not want this happening, and besides, we think this creature could be very docile if hand raised by us.

Day 181 - The mother went into labor last night, and we were called in by one of the zookeepers. We have to act very fast and are assembling a team. We are worried she might die as the sounds coming from the enclosure has caused us to close down the entire zoo. She seems to be in great pain as we have never heard a creature make that sound before. All of the creatures seem agitated as well, those who are not in the enclosure with them are pacing around outside. They seem very nervous.

The team has been assembled and it has been quiet for some minute except for a distant squalling. The large ales and other creatures are encircling the little habitat as if curious. We are worried the large males will find this as a sign ofweakness and attack.

Day 182 - please help us. We went into the enclosure as we had assumed with hour weapons ready to take the little offspring away to safer area for cleaning, however as soon as we got close to the den, the creatures attacked. We did not see them camouflaged in the leaves, and they seemed to erupt out of nowhere. Our leader was violently bludgeoned with a rock, and another was strangled manually by the small female. Each one of them was violently killed.

Two of our team managed to make it to the door of the den but as they did, the still blood covered female leaped outward and attacked screaming. She was the most violent out of all of them and practically ripped the limbs off two of our men before killing them. Protecting her young.

The large male carried the sleeping creature fin his arms as the female searched around for any more survivors. There were none and the door had been left open. One of our valiant men tried to go and close it, but he was murdered as the door was flung open crushing him against the back wall. The child was handed back to the mother and now they are hunting about the zoo in a pack. I have locked myself in this room hoping they will not find me, but even now I can hear a rattling outside the door.

Day of freedom - Hello you slimy bastards. Didn’t think you could talk did you. Either way you better hope we get back to our home planet, otherwise we will take this one for ourselves and make you suffer till your bones bleach dry under and unforgiving sun.

A little bit melodramatic there at the end I know, but I have spent far to long with humans, and I understand that they would probably be just as dramatic as I am making it sound. Also, I just realized that I technically just wrote some fiction, which means the humans are definitely rubbing off on me

#humans are space orcs #HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia

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Disclosed

Pairing: Bakugou x reader x Kirishima

Warnings: Like, two sex jokes? Nothing that crazy. Once again, gay, bi and poly as fuck. Oh and language too.

Author’s note:

So uh, I guess this ends the saga of Little Secret. I’m still doing Kiribaku fics, but I guess I just had a bit of a theme going here in this trilogy. I tried to focus more on Eijirou in this one since he kind of got pushed to the side a bit in the other two stories. Little Secret had more of y/n’s omniscience, while Big Secret was more Bakugou driven (big brain hehe).

You can probably ignore the ending of this since it’s really really cheesy and it was the only thing I could think of at the time I wrote it (I think this is another one of my fics that I finished at 3 am or something).

Anyhow, I’d say this is my favorite part of the trilogy in some ways! It’s super soft and fluffy, and I really like how I wrote it out. I seriously hope you enjoy it!

I love you guys!

-Sugar

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As much as Kirishima loved being a hero, honestly, he loved his days off more.

He watched from in front of the counter as you amicably bickered with Bakugou, bustling around the kitchen still in your respective pajamas.

"I'm just saying we could have something other than cinnamon rolls for breakfast," the blond man pouted, tailing you as you walked from the fridge to the oven.

"It'll be fun," you said. "Geez, we don't have to keep up with that hero diet you set up every day. It's our day off, let me have my sugar and carbs."

Bakugou began to grumble something about the amount of chemicals that were probably in the pre-made pastry dough, but you paid him no heed. The little cheerful beeping tones of the oven sounded through the room as you set the temperature.

"How long is that going to take?" Kirishima asked.

"Like half an hour," you said. "Need a snack 'til then? We need to eat these oranges before they go bad."

"Sure, I'll take one." You tossed the orange fruit to him, which he caught easily and began to peel.

"You want one, 'Tsuki?"

Bakugou grumbled a "Fine" and you handed him his, taking a third for yourself.

Normally, you may have been able to wait until the sweet pastry rolls were done, but instead you'd spent the last two hours very slowly waking up and cuddling in bed.

As per usual, Katsuki had woken up first, letting his eyes adjust to the warm tones the room had taken on with the rising of the sun. He remembered today was his day off, and a final bout of tension left his shoulders. His back had previously been pressed against Eijirou's, but now he decided to turn himself over to face him. Peeking through scarcely opened lids, Bakugou glimpsed your form on the other side of Kirishima, scarcely visible as you snuggled into his chest. Bakugou allowed himself something he only saved in silent, private moments like this: a smile. Just a small one, barely even lifting the side of his mouth. But he couldn't help it. The sight of his perfect boyfriend and girlfriend fast asleep in each others' arms brought him such an overwhelming feeling of compersion, he simply couldn't help himself.

Bakugou draped an arm over Kirishima's side, rubbing at your forearm with gentle strokes of his fingers. You hummed in your sleep, pushing yourself even closer into the red-haired man holding you. The blond breathed in Eijirou's heavy, musky scent, letting it flood his nose and instill a sense of unparalleled calm over himself.

The shifting motions on either side of him caused Eijirou to begin to blink his own eyes open, shedding the foggy haze of sleep from his mind. Dreams from his previous night's rest danced and fleeted at the edges of his memory, before they were ultimately discarded and lost to the unrelenting abyss that is abandoned remembrance. He felt warm. Warm, and comfortable, and happy, and perfect.

Eijirou noticed the steady movement of the arm placed over him, signaling that Bakugou was awake. You, on the other hand, slept on; eyes lightly closed, lips parted with breath, gently clasping the front of his shirt. Kirishima slowly pressed a kiss to your forehead, followed by another and then another.

His soft lips combined with the soothing motions of Katsuki's hand finally brought you smoothly out of your slumber, groaning a bit in your consciousness.

"You two awake yet?" Bakugou's voice sounded from over Kirishima's broad shoulders. It was a little gruffer than usual from sleep and it made you smile.

"Yeah," Kirishima answered for you, meeting your (E/C) orbs with his own.

You pulled your arm from under Bakugou's hand, moving it until your fingers were able to intertwine and lock with his over Eijirou's side. He felt safe under your loving union, tying yourselves together over him so the three of you became one unit.

That was how your morning had started. For a long time, the three of you laid there, chatting in low tones as you and Katsuki snuggled into either side of Eijirou, who later turned to lie on his back to tuck each of you under an arm. The experience was nothing other than peaceful, the three of you content to simply lay in each others' presence.

Ever since that one fateful afternoon nearly two years ago, your lives could scarcely have improved more. Inviting Bakugou into your relationship was the best decision you'd made, and now here you were. The three of you had graduated from UA and begun your lives as heroes; Eijirou still worked as an indispensable sidekick under Fatgum, while Bakugou was still in the process of getting a hero agency of his own off the ground. But today was a day you had settled on to spend completely together, and it was all going just wonderfully.

Somehow, the idea had gotten into your head that you'd make cinnamon rolls for breakfast, so once you and your boyfriends eventually crawled out of bed, you set about fulfilling the urge.

Kirishima popped another orange slice into his mouth, watching you absentmindedly as you pulled out everything you would need. Which, to say, wasn't much, seeing as you were simply baking them from a can. As you pulled out the pan and cooking spray, Eijirou's red eyes flicked over to Bakugou, who had removed the cardboard tube from the fridge again. The redhead fought back a smirk as he watched his shared boyfriend scowl at the ingredients, thinking back to his almost monthly 'your body is a temple and you should treat it as such' lectures he'd give the two of you.

You caught sight of him as well, striding towards him and plucking the container from his hands. Bakugou started grumbling again, turning and exiting the kitchen to presumably go get dressed or something.

Kirishima took the opportunity to come up behind you as you popped the cardboard cylinder open, letting the preformed dough puff up as it met the air. His arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he bent a little to place his head on your shoulder. "Need help with anything?" he asked.

"No, thanks," you said, taking the unbaked rolls and filling your pre-sprayed pan.

He hummed and straightened, moving so he could lean against the counter. He noticed your orange next to him, partially peeled and abandoned. Taking one of the remaining slices from his own, he held it out towards you. "Hey, babe."

You turned and caught sight of it, smiling as you took the little slice between your teeth. You pulled it into your mouth as he pushed from his end, and you began to chew. "Mmm, that one's good."

Eijirou grinned back in agreement and ate the last slice. He reached for your abandoned one, working his nails beneath the pliable peel. "So what made you buy cinnamon rolls? Other than the fact that they're delicious, that is."

"Cold nostalgia," you said, tweaking the dough in the filled pan so it looked right. "I saw them at the store and thought to myself, 'Hey, I remember eating those. I could totally make them myself. Tasty.' Also I thought you might like them. We can all share." You picked up the pan in one hand and carried it to the oven, checking that it was the right temperature and sliding them in.

"I'm not sure about Katsuki," Eijirou said, picking some of the white fibers off another orange slice. "He didn't seem too thrilled."

"Meh," you said, fingers tapping out twenty-seven minutes on the oven timer, bringing more happy beeps to your ears. "If he doesn't eat any of them, there's just more for us, I guess. But you know how he is. You think he'll crack in front of us or wait until we leave?"

Eijirou smiled as you walked back to him, running your hands up his sides affectionately as you grinned up at him. "I'll bet one of us will find him having one in the middle of the night," he wagered.

"You're on," you giggled, swiping another orange slice from him.

"Hey! I would have given you some if you had asked, you know."

"Oops." You slid the slice slowly into your mouth, keeping your eyes on his own. A burst of sweet citric juice filled your mouth as you bit down, and you shut your eyes for a second just to fully enjoy it.

The sensation of a finger poking at your nose caused your lids to flutter open. Your eyes crossed to look at the offending digit, rolling back up and focusing on Eijirou's face.

"Bep," he said, the note accompanying his action.

You booped his nose in unhostile revenge, beginning to giggle as a mini-war began. Eijirou used the pad of his pointer finger to jab lightly at your face, making a new sound effect with each one. You had the advantage since both of your hands were free; tapping both your index fingers on his torso, face, and shoulders.

"Boop."

"Beep."

"Bap."

Bakugou shuffled back into the kitchen and watched your cheerful assaults on one another, both his cheeks and his heart warming at the sound of your giggles. "What the hell are you two doing?"

"Being in love," Eijirou said, proceeding to poke at your cheek. "Get over here, Katsu."

Bakugou just tched and wandered over to the oven to look at the baking rolls. "Dumbasses."

"Better hurry up, 'Tsuki," you said, stepping closer to Eijirou. "Or else you're going to miss out on the kisses."

"Oooooh-," Kirishima drew out for a second before your lips met his. He reciprocated, noting how you both shared the same orange-citrus taste. Out of curiosity, he peeked his eyes open to meet Bakugou's.

The blond man scowled, finally stomping over to you. "Fine. But I'm going in the middle." He wedged himself between you two.

"Yay!" Your arms wound around his slim waist, resting just above his hips. Your lips attached themselves to the base of Bakugou's neck, while Kirishima smooched at his mouth. It was quiet and sweet for a moment, each partaking in another's lips until you were satisfied, swapping positions when necessary.

You separated from Bakugou, running your thumb over his cheekbone for a moment as you looked into his eyes. He'd gotten better about asking for and receiving affection over the years you'd been dating, but it still brought warmth crashing through your system every time.

"Eiji Baby?" you asked, keeping your eyes on Bakugou.

"Yeah?"

"How much time is left on the oven?"

Kirishima glanced up at the glowing digits. "Eighteen minutes."

You hummed. "I'll get started on the icing for my rolls."

"Our rolls," Eijirou corrected, grinning at your over-the-shoulder eye roll you gave him as you made your way to the pantry to grab some powdered sugar.

Bakugou had the same reaction as you, tsking under his breath and moving to lean against the counter next to Kirishima. His position wasn't held long however, since you soon returned with your bag of sugar and the carton of milk, shooing them away so you could use the space. You pulled down a bowl and poured in some sugar and milk, beginning to mix it into a thick liquid with a spoon.

"Need a taste tester?" Kirishima asked hopefully.

"Eiji, this is pure sugar."

He glanced back at the ingredients. "Yeah."

There was something undeniably satisfying about watching the powder mix with the milk, going from fine and crumbly and turning into a sweet liquid mixture to later be drizzled over your pastries.

Maybe it was the motions of your hand as you manipulated the spoon. Maybe it was the ambiance of the room, surrounded by the two men you loved and planned to spend the rest of your life with. Either way, the song that had quietly been thrumming at the back of your mind wandered to the front, and the next thing you knew, you were humming.

Bakugou and Kirishima looked up at the sound of your voice, small smiles spreading their lips. Eijirou recognized the tune you were quietly singing to yourself, quickly adding his voice to your own. Your cheeks heated when you met his eyes, yet you continued to hum along with him. For a moment, you were both content with hitting the notes (or at least, trying to in some people's cases) wordlessly. But then you came upon the chorus, and it was as though you simultaneously reached a shared agreement that it should be belted out properly.

"S'GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOUUUU! THERE'S NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DO! I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAAAA—"

Bakugou watched you with an expression of general disgust and confusion. This was an act, of course, for the most part. He could never quite get used to the spontaneous concerts you both would occasionally throw, singing whatever obnoxious song that came to your minds. You probably only had one brain cell between you two, and it was a tossup of who got it for the day. But there was something about it that made his heart stir and his neck prickle. Maybe it was the absolute glow about Kirishima as he threw back his head to belt out lyrics. Maybe it was the way you had taken the spoon out of the icing bowl, singing at it as if it were a microphone. Bakugou would die before he ever joined in, but he never objected to watching.

The moment the song finished, you started on another. Kirishima turned to you as a new idea struck you. You lifted your hands to a sort of air guitar, playing a bit of the intro to the song in your head before beginning to sing again:

"We're no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I~"

Kirishima smiled, liking the way you thought. He admired your sense of humor and how well you went along with goofing off with him. The redhead let you sing the first verse, dancing around the kitchen space from him to Bakugou, looking at each of them as you sang some of the lyrics and wiggling your eyebrows.

It wasn't long before Eijirou jumped in again, joining you as you sang to Katsuki. "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and, desert you~"

Eijirou took your spoon as you rocked out on your personal invisible guitar, going to town on chords that didn't exist.

Bakugou fought down the butterflies swarming in his stomach at the sight of you two having fun. You would lean against him and grin up into his face from one side, while Kirishima draped an arm over his shoulders and passionately sang into your spoon. Katsuki noticed that some of the icing had dripped down onto his hand, but the redhead seemed to not have noticed.

You paused to giggle at Kirishima, who started taking the song as seriously as he could. His eyes were squeezed shut, fist curled into a ball as he drew out some of the lyrics as though it were so much more than an old-timey memed love song. You let your voice fade as he did his own thing, only offering it as further back up vocals. Eventually, he reached the final reiteration of the chorus, and let himself riff on the final lines as a finisher. When he was done, he opened his eyes, finding that he had even kneeled down on the floor a little in his passion. He stood and grinned, and you enthusiastically applauded his performance.

"That was for you, babes!" he said, pointing at his small audience of two.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could hear how it was a little choked from how cute he had found it. The liar. Both you and Eijirou could see how his cheeks had changed a few shades darker right in front of you.

Kirishima strolled confidently back up to you, swooping each of you into an arm and kissing Katsuki full on the lips without warning. Bakugou's eyes widened at the contact, cheeks burning even more than before. Eijirou pulled back with a satisfying smack of his lips, diving in to give you the same treatment. As per usual, you were more receptive to the kiss, more than happy to throw your arms around his neck and partake in his lips.

"Enjoy the song, there?" you teased once you pulled back, tracing your fingers under his jawline.

"Hell yeah!" Eijirou flashed those perfect sharp little teeth of his in yet another heart-stopping grin. Did he have any idea what that smile did to both Bakugou and you? He had to know it turned your hearts to pure hot chocolate, right?

"Got a song rec, Bakubabe?" you asked, turning to your blond boyfriend. "You mustn't be excluded from our concert on this fine morning."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Doesn't matter anyway because your shit rolls are almost done."

You glanced at the oven timer, which was, in fact, counting down the seconds until it went off. "Ha ha ha! My children!"

You slid out of Eijirou's hold to grab your oven mitt out of its drawer. The oven went off with a drawn-out beep the moment you stepped up to it, cracking the door open and taking a peek inside. A wonderful smell hit you in the face along with a gust of hot air, and the sight of six perfectly golden cinnamon rolls greeted you.

"Look at them!" you said as you pulled them out with your mitted hand. You turned off the oven and canceled the timer before walking back to the counter to let the pan cool.

"Can I ice them?" Eijirou asked, coming up behind you to get a good look.

"Not yet. They have to cool first."

"Aww, man."

You pulled out a new spoon to use for frosting, since the previous one had been breathed all over. Next you began to clear off the counter, picking up any pieces of orange peel abandoned from breakfast.

Kirishima leaned against the counter again, taking a deep breath of the cinnamon roll smell that had flooded the kitchen. "I love it when you bake, (Y/N)," he said. "It's so much fun. The kitchen smells great, everything always tastes great—"

"Always?" you asked skeptically with a smirk.

"I guess there was that one time," he admitted. "That was—that was probably not a very good idea."

"If it weren't for me," Bakugou cut in, "you would have burned the whole house down."

"An artist must experiment with her craft." You flipped your hair a bit, turning back to your kitchen maintenance. There wasn't much to do. Between both yours and Bakugou's preference for a neat house, your counters usually stayed pretty clear.

Eijirou glanced at the bowl of icing, dipping the tip of his finger into the white mixture. "You know what this looks like?"

"No," you and Bakugou said at the same time firmly, understanding what he meant immediately.

"Shot down," Eijirou said. "You're right, that wasn't that good."

You putzed for another minute, finally hovering your hand over the cooling pan. "That should be good enough."

You had Eijirou harden the tips of his fingers to hold the pan as you began moving the rolls out onto a plate. He started humming again as you drove the spatula under the baked goods.

"Seriously?" Bakugou asked, having inched closer to watch. "Again with the singing?"

"I've got a song in my manly, chivalrous heart," Kirishima said, turning to grin at him. "Can't help it. I'm in the zone."

"I'm liking this zone," you said. "It's fun."

You pushed the icing bowl to Eijirou and took out another spoon for yourself, dipping it in and allowing the sugary liquid to drizzle over the golden brown confections. Kirishima did the same on his own, still humming the tune of Be A Man from Mulan and nodding his head to the individual notes. You danced along with him, moving your hips to his favorite Disney song.

Kirishima's eyes wandered down to your swaying movements. You really did wear those shorts nicely.

You jumped at the sensation of a large hand gently grabbing at your butt. Turning, you saw Eijirou's slight smile on his lips. "Eiji?"

"What?"

"Didn't you get enough last night?"

Kirishima shrugged, finally removing his hand. "Can't a man admire his woman's perfect body?"

You rolled your eyes, tapping the sugar-coated spoon to his nose.

He blinked at the cold sticky sensation, going cross-eyed in an attempt to look at the drop of icing. "Yeah, I probably deserved that."

You smirked and rolled your eyes as you went back to icing your cinnamon rolls, watching Eijirou out of the corner of your eye. He was trying to figure out if his tongue was long enough to lick it off the tip of his nose, but so far, of course, he was having difficulties.

"Idiot," Bakugou said, taking Kirishima's chin and turning his face to his. He captured the sweet white droplet between his lips and swiped his tongue over it.

Kirishima's eyes widened at the gesture. "Katsuki?"

"What?" Bakugou shot him a teasing grin. "You had something on your face."

You chuckled at the two of them, tearing off a roll from the bunch. Eijirou noticed your action and took one for himself, cheeks a little pinker than usual. Bakugou watched as you both bit down.

Eijirou bounced a little on his toes as he chewed the sweet bread. "So good!"

You smiled and nodded in agreement. "Mhm!"

Bakugou looked from you to Kirishima, then to the plate of warm rolls.

"Sure you don't want one, Katsuki?" you asked. "They're pretty good."

The blond sighed, finally grabbing a roll for himself. "It's too late to be cooking breakfast now."

"He cracked!" you said, turning your gaze to Kirishima.

"Did not." Bakugou aggressively took a large bite out of his cinnamon roll.

"You said you weren't going to have any." You cocked your head at him, taking another bite of your own.

"Did I?" Bakugou smirked at you and licked a bit of frosting off his lip.

You thought back for a moment. Maybe he hadn't. He'd certainly acted like it though.

"Well, do you like it?" you prodded.

"Sure." Bakugou shrugged and examined the cross-section of his roll. "Probably would have been better if you'd actually made it yourself."

You folded your arms. "Too much work. I wanted a cinnamon roll and they had them in the store. Simple as throwing them in the oven."

"But the preservatives," he argued.

"But my lacking baking skills. Besides, now I'll live forever."

"Hah? That's not how that works, dumbass."

"Well, I think they're perfect." Eijirou cut in. He put an arm around you and Katsuki and pulled you into either side of him. "You've got the spice—" he kissed Katsuki on his cheek, "—and you've got the sugar." He kissed your cheek.

"What the fuck, Shitty Hair."

"I'm not always sugar," you half-heartedly protested, snorting a little at his cheesiness and ignoring Bakugou.

Eijirou paused for a second, considering. "Yeah, okay. But . . . my metaphor."

"Your metaphor is stupid."

You swatted at Katsuki. "Oh, shut up. What are you in this situation, Eiji?"

He thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"Hmm . . . maybe you tie us together," you said, beginning to run your fingertips over his forearm. "Roll us up tight in your arms."

Both Kirishima and Bakugou blinked at you for a moment, cheeks dusted a shade darker than normal.

"So we're a cinnamon roll?" Kirishima asked.

"Ye—"

"I AM NOT A CINNAMON ROLL!" Katsuki shuffled against Eijirou's arm without really trying to get away.

"I think you are," you said. "What do you say, Eiji? He's an adorable smol bean—"

"No."

"—too precious for this world—"

"NO."

"—protecc at all costs—"

Bakugou threw the remaining third of his cinnamon roll at you, and it bounced off your head onto the floor.

"HEY—!"

He slipped out of Kirishima's arm for real this time, making an advance towards you. You ducked out of the redhead's hold too, running off to the living room.

"I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THOSE ROLLS, KATSUKI!" you called behind you.

"Sure."

"JUST ADMIT YOU'RE MY PRECIOUS BABY CINNAMON ROLL."

"Never!"

Eijirou listened to the sounds of his partners chasing each other through the house. Finishing off his morning treat, he smiled, thinking about how lucky he was to have the two of you. You no longer hid anything from each other, and everything was laid out in the open. Your futures were bright, and Kirishima knew in his heart that you'd forever be happy as long as you were together. From now on, your feelings would remain disclosed.

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earth2mpregverse · 3 years

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Shawn Mendes

Don’t Steal My Work And Post It On Other Sites Without My Permission And Credit

Shawn Mendes had saw a few of the mpreg morphs of himself one day when he had taken a break from working a new album. As he was scrolling through the photos on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and all the other social media sites that about when he thought to himself about all those morphs. And as he showed them off to his girlfriend, Camila Cabello. They started talking and after a while an idea popped in his head. And that’s when he got the idea to try to get pregnant for himself and now, he is. He has really enjoyed the last nine months of his pregnancy. From the moment he found out somewhere along the first or second month to his last few months.

He was on tour when he found out. He hadn’t been feeling well and after cancelling and rescheduling his last few concerts his manager had joked around saying he might be pregnant. With that thought stuck in his head he had to find out and after confirming he was pregnant; Camila was the first one he told. Since she was the mother of his unborn child.

Both Shawn and Camila were so ecstatic about the news and soon after told their friends and family. Afterwards was when they got on their Twitter, Facebook and their other social media accounts and told the whole world Shawn was pregnant. They couldn’t believe the support the young couple got from their fans with some of them sending them gifts, others couldn’t help, but congratulate the celebrities on their new bundle of joy.

And of course, Shawn would always post his ultrasound pictures on his many accounts every time he went to the doctor’s. Along with his pictures of his ever-growing belly, which Shawn’s and Camila’s fans just ate up.

The fans being a big part of his pregnancy with them committing, liking, and sharing the pictures and posts they were suddenly struck with some bad news. That being after a certain point Shawn was told he couldn’t preform anymore, and all his concerts and tours were cancelled and rescheduled for later.

The biggest news came when Shawn and Camila found out what he was having. He and his girlfriend couldn’t believe it. As Shawn and Camila were looking at the monitor, the screen revealed the baby was a boy. Their friends and family were the first to know. Soon after Shawn and Camila hopped on their accounts and updated their fans all over the globe. Then the next big event had come the baby’s first kick and Shawn was woken up from his nap. He immediately called for Camila, who was so excited for him and just wanted to be there for her boyfriend throughout the rest of his pregnancy.

And with this one being the latest picture of his pregnancy and Shawn being due any day now he can’t wait to finally see his son and be able to go back on tour showing the world his son.

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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria's Prophet #16

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~POV Sinbad~ Mori wasn't just a Prophet, she had immense knowledge of her own that was going to make Sindria untouchable. Sinbad was going to achieve his dream much sooner than he had ever imagined. Mori was special; intelligent, clever, capable, and she could read the waves of Fate. Was there any other woman as attractive? The unknown craving that had plagued him for the past week was placated. Delicious wine, beautiful women, delicious food -none of his normal pleasures had fulfilled whatever that feeling was, but for some reason this moment with the his Beautiful Prophet was. "And now you're *my* kind and generous King Sinbad, ... Right?" Mori's bashful confidence was always endearing, but hearing her call him 'my King' in person made something snap in him. They were in a corner and Mori is small; he could easily block view of her in case any of the magicians turned around. He wouldn't even have to lean that far to get a taste of her. "DO EITHER OF YOU Have an ounce of self awareness??” Ja'far popped the bubble that had formed around the two.

King Sinbad froze. Everyone in the room was watching them. Sinbad stood up straight. He shouldn't exactly continue his plans with an audience. He removed his hand from the window and crossed his arms. Yam was practically shaking the magician next to her. "I wasn't the only one to see it this time!” An older magician with a beard laughed and said something like 'to be young.' Another said something a long the lines of "So it's like that then." Ja'far was still grumbling about his King's behavior -he should know better by now, he promised he wouldn't, etc. but 1. Sinbad didn't do anything wrong, and 2. he said he knew what he was doing -he knew how to handle flirting with Mori; he never said anything about not flirting with her. "And you, Lady Prophet," Ja'far changed targets. 'Oh?' Sinbad didn't expect Mori to be reprimanded for his flirting -although, she did flirt back. Ja'far continued, "You said that you knew about Sin's habits so wouldn't fall for him or-" "AAAAAH" Yamuraiha yelled over the other General as she crossed the room as fast as she could, and clapped a hand over his mouth. She turned to the King and Prophet with wide eyes and a forced smile. "Your Majesty! Mori! Would you like to see the spell again with our new changes?!" She didn't let go of Ja'far. The group of magicians started supporting her suggestion with "Let us show you," "I'm sure we've got it this time," and reciting the changes to the formula. They were clearly trying to stop Ja'far from discouraging Mori. Sinbad had no idea why they suddenly decided to become his wingmen, but it was convenient for him since he planed to do more than flirt with her later. Mori walked up to the Generals, although she only addressed Yamuriaha. "Yes, please! Even if it's not perfect I'd like to see your progress!" She spoke with the same forced enthusiasm as Yam. Sinbad only got a glimpse before Mori's back was to him, but her face was definitely a brighter red than it had been a moment ago. She was getting better at flirting with him, but she couldn't hold her composure for long. The King laughed as the head magician practically body checked Ja'far out of her way and left him out of the group before they preformed the newly revised spell. This time it produced a mostly clear stone. It wasn't a high quality diamond, but they had done it. They would have to be careful with this though since it could lower the market value of whatever they make. As they figured out the specifics for every substance they needed, Sindria could become fully self sufficient -they would still deal in trade so as to not completely leave the rest of the world behind. It was amazing. His magicians were amazing for being able to figure this out in such a short time, and his Prophet was just as -if not even more- amazing for knowing all of this and being able to explain it to them. When the excitement around the magic spell died down they finally showed him the microscope. It was a prototype so they had to be gentle with it. Two pieces of glass with water squished between them were slid under and when Sinbad looked through the lenses he saw the strange small creatures that Mori had written about. Seeing them forced him to accept that what Mori wrote about 'germs' had to be true too -and those were even smaller than these things. Looking at those things squirming around and knowing they were everywhere made his skin crawl. The King stopped looking through the device. "They really are real." "Yup." Mori responded plainly. "And now that you all know and have proof. There's going to have to be a lot of changes. The way illnesses are handled is obvious, but there's going to have to be a lot more changes to how food and housing and things are handle to better maintain sanitary environments. I know a bunch of sanitation procedures so I can help there too." Ja'far was rubbing his temples. "This is going to be a logistical nightmare. Do you realize that we are going to have to fix all those things and get all Sindrians to understand without having it affect our production or

trade??" "It's not like we're doing this alone." Mori tried to comfort him. "We'll figure something out." The conversation moved to this new problem. His Beautiful Prophet really was something else. She had solutions to problems they didn't even know they had. Mori had a habit of using her hands whenever she talked -even more when she was excited. She was cute and deserved to know, but she was in the middle of helping his people so he would hold his tongue and just watch her. If Sinbad was honest, he had stopped listening to the conversation a while ago and was just looking for an opportunity to finally ask Mori -and Yam of course- if they would join him for dinner so he could get all of his Generals more aquatinted with her. Someone mentioned a specific scroll in one of the libraries. Before the whole group could drag Mori out of the room, King Sinbad raised a hand and got everyone's attention. "I know there's a lot to do, but I have some things to discuss with my Beautiful Prophet as well." Mori looked back at him. "What is it?” It seemed that nickname wasn't as affective as before -hopefully it was just the timing. "Is it something we can talk about here?” "I was thinking we could talk over dinner," Sinbad paused to see how she would respond to the implications. Mori's eyes widened and her shoulders tensed, and best of all that blush came back. "With all of my Generals, of course." Mori blushed harder realizing he was messing with her. Yam looked disappointed at first -his Generals cared way to much about him finding a wife- but then she looked content with being a part of the plan. "You might have met them, and know them from reading Fate but they still don't know you yet." He finished. Yam spoke first. "This is a great idea. Pisti was just telling me that she wanted to get to know Mori." Mori regained her composer. "I'd like to get to know everyone personally too, so I'm find with this." It was a roundabout way of saying 'yes.' Her blush was gone but she was still embarrassed. With that settled, Ja'far let Yam and Mori know when dinner would be ready. It was a little earlier than he normally ate but this would give them more time to mingle before they'd be completely out of sunlight. "Well then," the King turned to his Prophet, "since we have some time beforehand-" "OH no you don't!" Ja'far cut in. "You've already had a long enough break *and* you plan on ending early today? The least you can do is work your butt off until then." --- ~POV Mori~ The King was pushed out of the room by his right hand man. I had a mix of relief and longing watching him go. "You'll see his Majesty again soon." Yam had a sweet smile on her face, but I knew better than to trust it. All eyes were on me and they were no longer the eyes of academics; they were hungry for gossip. I was not ready to explain why shipping us was a bad idea. "So about that scroll you mentioned earlier..." I completely shifted conversation back to the eventual rebuilding effort and luckily one of them obliged me.

I was lead to one of the libraries and handed a few scrolls on the construction used in the country. I had read a little on ancient construction methods out of interest and some on modern methods since my uncle worked in the industry. I had a little bit of experience with construction when I worked at a community theater, but it wouldn't be anything the people here wouldn't know. That paired with these documents showing how magic was used in the process made what little I did know completely useless. 'Can't know everything I guess.' I turned my head up towards the ceiling. I wasn't sure how much time I had left and I decided to use it soaking up the ambience of the library. The smell of paper, the maze-esc layouts, the quiet feeling; it's like a gentle space separate from the rest of the world. The libraries of the Black Libra Tower also had huge windows to let in a ton of natural lighting. I was really going to enjoy working in this place. --- Yam and I ended up lost in conversation, so someone ended up being sent to bring us to the dinner. When we finally arrived and opened the doors to the dining hall my nose was filled with the smell of herbs and delicious food. This was my first meal that wasn't paired with bitter medicine. I might have been procrastinating subconsciously to avoid the medicine I was no longer taking. Everyone was already there chatting. The long table was covered with food, but I couldn't make out any of it from the door. King Sinbad was sitting at the head of the table at the other end of the room with a goblet in his hand. Yamuraiha started in ahead of me and called into the room. "I'm sorry we're so late! We were talking about magical proofs and," she rambled in her explanation. I heard a few comments of congrats for getting better and said "Thanks" reflexively more than consciously. As I got closer, I ignored the Generals at the table to look at the spread. There were a few different types of fish, meat of some kind, a bunch of vegetables, and bread. It brought tears to my eyes; It was so beautiful. The Imuchukk laughed at my obvious interest in the food. "What are you waiting for? There plenty for everyone." He was sitting closest to the door. I didn't look away from the food when I answered. "I'm small with a small stomach so I'm going to need to pace myself to be able to eat a little of everything. If I save the best for last like I normally do then I might not even get to eat it." That garnered laughs and comments. I ignored them; I was too busy weighing my options. As the guest of honor I was placed at the opposite end of the table from King Sinbad. Thank goodness, because I didn't think I could handle being super close to him all evening. Even with the direct line of sight, I had distance to protect me. Yam sat on the other side of Hina from me. Pisti was on my other side. Sharrkan was across from Yam. Spartos was between Yam and Ja'far. Drakon was across from Ja'far. And Masrur was between Drakon and Sharrkan.

I picked up my plate to get food. "Alright. I've decided to just grab my favorites. If I have room later then so be it!" I was used to being watched while I eat so their stares didn't bother me. I covered my plate in all of the types of fish and some vegetables. "I take it you like fish?" Sinbad asked while I was taking some of the fish that was on his end of the table. "It's my favorite!" I answered excitedly. I could tell as I placed the grilled fish on my plate that it was going to be heavenly. It was already flaking and letting the smell reach me faster. I couldn't wait to get back to my seat and took a bite of the fish. It melted in my mouth. I let out a squeak of approval as I grabbed another bite. After a moment Sinbad asked me another question. "What do you think of greasy foods?" It felt pointed. "I'll eat it if it's the only option, but I'm not a fan." The Generals made some comments that amounted to, "They have the same taste." I was too busy enjoying my food to think about what they were saying. Pisti asked me her own pointed question as I sat down. "Do you like alcohol?" They were comparing me to Sinbad. I suddenly remembered the Official Character Encyclopedia. According to it, Sinbad's favorite food was fish, his least favorite was greasy, and his favorite snacks were the types that paired well with alcohol. "I'm not a big drinker, but it's not like I dislike alcohol. I'm just allergic to sulfites." "Huh?" The group asked in unison. Time to explain one of my allergies again. "Sulfites are a very useful preservative so it was also added to a lot of foods back home including alcohol. All grape wines produce sulfites naturally. When I ingest about 2 shots of a drink that contains sulfites I will struggle to breathe for about an hour." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the goblet of wine I didn't realize was in front of me was grabbed by Hinahoho. They all looked panicked at each other like they had just dodged a bullet. In an attempt to relieve the tension, Sinbad asked Yam to catch everyone up on the meeting from earlier. Yam started ranting about the progress we had made with the alchemy magic. While they focused on reclaiming the mood, I focused on the delicious food. I tried a root vegetable on my plate. It was a little earthy with a subtle sweetness. The seasoning added to the sweet, but also had a little spice similar to cracked pepper. It had been streamed so it wasn't crunchy. I was asked to repeated what I told Sin and Ja'far earlier about the tech of home, Their questions had me explain more about my world and many of the things I had done: volunteer work to get scholarships, marketing for some networking organizations and some other companies, an assistant and teacher in out of school programs for 6 years while also working at a theater to pay for my own education. I only mentioned some of the places I had traveled to. I didn't even get to the things I did as hobbies or in working toward my dream of being a full time writer&artist. "I'm surprised by how much you say you've done." Drakon commented. I had heard similar before when talking about my past. "Is it really that shocking? Considering my age, I think it makes sense for me to have done a bit." It's more shocking that I was doing all that while getting so sick from my chronic illnesses that I would be fully bedridden and need a machine to breathe at least once a year until I turned 15. But I had also ate up inspiration porn as a child as a motivation to not let my body hold me back if I could. "Aren't we around the same age?" Yam asked me in response. I laughed. "Do I look 23 to you?" I've been mistaken for much younger than I actually was for as long as I could remember. It 1st became a problem when I turned 18 and got told I was clearly 12 with a fake ID when trying to buy an M rate game (Devil May Cry btw). "You're not?” ”Nope.” I rested my elbows on the table, interlocked my fingers, and I placed my chin on top with a smile, "But I'm curious how old you all think I am now." At 25 I was mistaken for a 14

year old. At least, a few months back someone thought I was legal (they guessed 19). Most realized I had to be older the more they talked to me, but their impressions never fully dissipated. As frustrating as it was, I found amusement in times like this by turning my age into a guessing game. Sharkkan had the face of someone fearing they had hit on someone too young. "You are at least 20, right?” They all suddenly looked worried. "I'm definitely older than 20." I answered. Pisti laughed. She was also short with a baby face; she knew my struggle. "Maybe she's older than Ja'far!” Of course she would make the closest guess. "There's no way she's older than me." Ja'far scoffed. "I am older than 25 though.” I could have teased him but I held my tongue since he already seemed annoyed with me. "How old are you then?” Hina asked. "I'm 29.” I smiled at everyone's surprise. I might only have surface levels similarities to Sinbad, but when you're a simp for a fictional character does that really matter? "I was born on April 7th so I should only be 5 days younger than King Sinbad since he was born on the 2nd. However, I don't know if there's a time dilation between my world and this one. The day we met was Oct 3rd for me back home. It wasn't the same date here, was it?" Sinbad is 29, Ja'far is 25, and Masrur is 20 during the Balbadd arc; their 2nd set of ages are 30, 26, and 21 respectfully. Ja'far's birthday is Aug 30th and Masrur's is Dec 27. Those 2nd ages listed can't be for right after the 6 month time skip because no matter how you calculate it the shortest distance between those 3 birthdays is 8 months. I was really interested in how the current arbiter of this world was going to figure this out. "It was Oct 3rd here too." "Oh. Well, that's convenient," was what I said while my thoughts were cursing the arbiter. 'That lazy son of a bitch synced the worlds so they wouldn't have to deal with a time dilation. I can feel it. Hold on... I arrived on Oct 3rd; the coup was 4 days later on the 7th. 6 months later would mean Sinbad arrives back in Sindria on my birthday. Did some 'real me' somewhere plan a b-day present for myself in some self-indulgent fanfiction??' ((Yes. Yes, I did UwU & I plan on making Mori panic then too.)) King Sinbad had that smile on his face that told me he was ready to flirt. "I didn't realize we were so close in age." No colors got in my way when he talked. That was good. I was desensitized again, and wouldn't have to deal with unnecessary distractions. I couldn't tease Ja'far, but I could tease his Majesty. "I know, right? It's amazing what the difference of 5 days can do for one's complexion." Sinbad froze and his expression went blank. Something that was probably wine sprayed across the table as Sharkkan had a spit take before erupting into laughter with Hinahoho and Pisti. "Oh my" Yam murmured with a hand over her mouth. Drakon , Spartos, and Ja'far stared at me in disbelief. Sinbad still wasn't responding... Maybe teasing him about his age was a bad idea. So far, unless it was something important I flirted with Sinbad since that was the best way to get on his good side; hearing something like this from me must have hurt a bit extra. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I forgot just how sensitive he was about his age. I ended up flailing my hands from nerves, and to get his attention. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that when I know how self conscious you are." He flinched. "I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but you won't look any older than you do now 5 years from now..." "I uh.. Is that so?" Sinbad asked as he started to regain himself. "It is. You'll be just as-” "If you're willing to talk about the future, does that mean you are finally ready to explain about those calamities you mentioned in Balbadd?" Ja'far cut in with a fierce look. He had been waiting for any mention of the future to bring this up. The King spoke with a gentle but stern tone. "I don't know if this is the time for that conversation. This is Mori's first meal with

everyone after all." "I'm fine. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. As long as everyone else is willing to talk seriously for a few mins, I don't see the problem." I had been avoiding this conversation for long enough. There were things I still planned to keep secret, but I couldn't avoid having this conversation forever. And besides, I could feel in the waves that Ja'far wasn't going to let this night end unless I explained some of it. ((I have the next 3 chapters written but it's going to take me a bit to draw all of illustrations & comics. Also, good luck to all the students reading this. I know classes are starting up again. Be safe out there.))

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Bob Sheldon Headcanons

WARNING(S): Mentions of alcohol abuse, physical abuse, death; got angsty towards the end there god damn—

Has an older brother named Gordon who moved away to go to law school, they’re a little over 4 years apart. They were never really close, due to their father creating unnecessary competition between them since they were younger. He doesn’t like talking about him much.

Mr. Sheldon would always compare Bob to Gordon, saying that Bob “ought to be more like his big brother instead of screwing around all the time.” Overtime Bob grew to resent his old man a whole lot.

Mrs. Sheldon is a chain smoker, she tried her best to hide it from the family but eventually Bob found out. Most of the time after she gets into a fight with her husband, she locks herself in one of their bathrooms, opens the window, and silently lights a cigarette as she stews by herself. One night she forgot to lock the door and Bob walked in on her. He promised he wouldn’t tell dad.

He tended to favor his momma over his daddy, she spoiled him more and he felt she was always easier to talk to than dad.

His parents have a decent age gap, his mother being eleven years younger than his father. They’d known each other since they were kids, his dad was best friends with one of his mom’s brothers growing up.

Being spoiled rotten with tons of cash throughout life has its pros and cons. Despite always coming off as cocky and entitled, deep down bob hated being a soc. At the age of 18 he already had all the money, nice clothes, popularity, and dr*gs he could ever want, so why even try?

He had no goals for himself, didn’t want to go to college, didn’t want to work, he could really care less about all that. He had a tuff car and he was dating one of the hottest gals in school, that was all that was important to him.

He met his best friend, Randy, in kindergarten. They went to catholic school together, they’re parents even get along well. Both of their childhoods were spent visiting each other’s houses and going to family cookouts often.

His dad forced him to join a baseball league in seventh grade, even though Bob expressed he didn’t like it his dad made him stick with it for a few years. He was eventually kicked off the varsity team his sophomore year in high school for excessive drinking, along with constantly butting heads with his teammates and the coach.

The only good thing he got out of baseball was watching Cherry Valance preform with the cheerleaders at his games, that’s how their relationship started.

He’s secretly blind as a bat, but he refuses to wear glasses. Bob found out he desperately needed glasses in the third grade. once all the kids in his class seen him with those thick-brimmed, magnifying glasses it was all over. he was teased ruthlessly to the point where he just stopped wearing them and never put them on again.

“What happened to those god awful goggles, Sheldon?”

“Psh. They were fake I wore em as a joke.” 😅

^ That forced him to sit in the front of class a lot so he didn’t have to struggle as much to see the board. Even though the poor b*stard was blind the entire time, it made him used to getting called on by the teachers and chatting with his classmates. He was one of the most popular boys in town in no time.

Mr. Sheldon slowly became an alcoholic as his boys grew up. He went from one glass of scotch at night to taking a shot immediately when he wakes up in the morning and being plastered by the afternoon. Usually he’s a sluggish drunk, but god forbid he gets to drinking when he’s mad.

His old man was terrifying when he was both intoxicated and livid. He never put his hands on his wife but there have been multiple drunken episodes where he either destroyed sh*t in the house... or he’d beat Bob.

If you were to ask Bob if he would rather get hit with a belt or his dad’s hands, he would pick the belt. Even the metal part hitting him was no where near as painful as his father’s closed-fist strikes with his gold rings. If Bob had a good buzz on it numbed the pain a bit, so he tried his best to be hammered before he got home most nights.

His mother never stepped in or said anything about it, she’d clean up her husband’s mess and go to bed. The next morning the family would act as if it didn’t happen. They had to maintain their pristine reputation of course, wouldn’t want the neighborhood to know both Mr. Sheldon and his youngest son had drinking problems. Bob eventually couldn’t even stand his mom anymore. He hated them.

Mrs. Sheldon hated herself too, and her husband. She knew her baby boy was f*cked up because of them, the guilt ate away at her every day. Deep down in her heart she knew her son was drinking and causing trouble because of how he was brought up— how he was being treated at home... and she did nothing about it.

The mixture of bullies at school and his own personal bully at home molded him into being the arrogant and angry a*shole we’ve come to know. No one would be able to hurt him if he just beat them to it and hurt them first... right?

One night things got really bad, Bob’s report card came in the mail while he was out on a date with Cherry. His daddy was displeased, to say the least, 3 bold F’s sat on the paper.

“That no good son of a b*tch is lucky he ain’t home.” Mr. Sheldon spat as he slammed the report card on the dining room table, his wife visibly flinched.

When Bob got home that night he was already fired up, some greasers were trying to make a move on Cherry and Randy’s girl, Marcia, at the Nightly Double. The last thing he expected when he got home was to see his mother sweeping up broken glass while nursing a busted lip and a black eye.

They held eye contact for a long moment, neither of them said a word. His mother looked at him with so much pain, so much regret in her eyes, tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Bob turned around and left wordlessly.

He picked up a few of his friends, stopped by the liquor store, then began to look for some trouble. He immediately drove to the east side of town to look for some greasers to mess with, and after only fifteen minutes of cruising his eyes landed two younger boys from the drive-in earlier that night.

“Jackpot.” He slurred to himself as he turned his car onto the grass and pulled up to the park.

Whoever wasn’t helping Bob restrain the greaser he was drowning was beating the second boy in the grass. Every now and then Bob would pull the kid out of the water only to shove him back in almost immediately. He held him under the water, the cold liquid splashed everywhere managing to soak everyone near the fountain but he didn’t care... he couldn’t feel a thing.

The other greaser was shouting, his pals continued to egg him on as he continued swing the greaser’s head back and forth wildly under the water. He didn’t even know what anyone was saying, he wasn’t paying attention, all his focus was directly on hurting the individual in his grasp.

Red. Everything was fine until Bob noticed the water was changing colors. His ears were ringing, all he could hear was the faint sound of footsteps rapidly getting lower and lower, farther away. There was no more yelling, no more voices.

“Did I k.ill him?” He thought to himself, immediate regret and fear flooding over him.

He let go of the kids shirt and fell over with a soft thud, a sharp pain erupted from his torso. His hand lightly touched the left side of his ribs and there it was... warm, red liquid coated his fingertips after he pulled his hand away. It was then he noticed the other greaser, the tan boy frantically pulled his friend out of the water and laid him down on the cold concrete.

“P-Pony? Ponyboy?” He shook violently, his right fist held a switchblade tightly. “Oh god... what did I do... what did I do.”

Bob watched him slowly sink to the ground, his back resting against the side of the fountain as he began to sob. His eyes flickered to the unconscious kid, Ponyboy. He didn’t understand how his body went from hot to cold as fast as it did, the reality of the situation was crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, he knew he was going to die.

He looked up at the sky and took in a strangled breath before wincing in pain. To his left he noticed his flask— his dads old flask, it was his eighteenth birthday gift. The thought of his father’s proud face as he handed it to him that day made Bob sick. He reached for it, the cold metal on his palm soothed him a bit. He weakly unscrewed the cap and went to take a sip, only to realize it was empty. Johnny watched him the entire time with a horrified gaze, but Bob didn’t seem to notice.

“Damn... that’s a shame.” The Soc grumbled to himself.

He tossed it, making it land a few feet away in the grass. His attention returned to the starry sky, a light feeling crept its way in his chest. He couldn’t tell if that was just him dying or if it was something else, but after eighteen years of being in this world his finally took the time to stop and look at how beautiful the sky was for the first and last time. He was scared, he didn’t want to go so soon, yet at the same time... he was relieved.

“Wow...” Bob sighed, “Ain’t this something else.”

His vision began to blur, tears— or was that also death? He felt the salty streams creep past his eyelids and run down the corners of his eyes. He was ready.

With one final breath, he passed away. His eyes never closed, he died looking at the stars.

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