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lipglossanon · 7 months

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Mythical/Supernatural Being

vampire!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, biting, blood kink, technical monsterfucking 😜, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), gaslighting, mind/memory wipe, coercion, noncon

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You’re at a party when he catches your eye. Mindy, your co worker, decided to have a little costume party that now seems to be out of her control with people from all over showing up to her house.

It explains why this man you’ve never met, but feels familiar, seems to be checking you out. He’s pretty in a handsome sort of way, strong cheekbones and very serious blue eyes. You shoot him a smile when your eyes meet and he tilts his head, a curious and bland look on his face.

Feeling like you may have read the room wrong, you offer an awkward smile and a shrug before turning and making your way into the, surprisingly, empty kitchen.

“Hello.”

A man’s voice speaks behind you making you jump in place before turning around, clutching the base of your neck.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you laugh nervously, “uh, h-hi.”

The man from earlier stands just a foot away now, letting you see him fully. He’s taller than you thought and fit, biceps and shoulders pressing against his shirt and making your mouth water.

“I’m sorry for staring earlier,” he gives you an easy going smile, “you just reminded me of someone.”

Embarrassment burns hot behind your eyes making you internally cringe.

“Oh no big deal!” You clear your throat, “I guess I’m just sorry I took it the wrong way.”

His smile slips into a grin, “How did you take it?”

Feeling flustered now, you fidget with the gaudy rings on your fingers that you thought were a riot to pair with your vampire costume.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug, “so uh, are you friends with Mindy?”

He laughs, “Is it bad that I don’t even know who that is?”

You grin, “No, to be fair, I don’t think more than ten people probably know the host. But I guess however you found out, you at least knew to dress up.”

He laughs again, blue eyes sharper than before, “Yeah? What am I supposed to be?”

You gesture to yourself, “A vampire, unless I’m off the mark. We have the same vibe going.”

Leon glances down at his own clothing, dark pants with a long sleeved white shirt and vest offset with a velvet coat with tails. He then looks up to see your silly lacy frock with a red vest paired with dark wash jeans.

You laugh again, “Okay, well yours is a little more like the real deal but to be fair I only had like an hour to throw this together.”

He goes to step forward when a group of people bustle into the kitchen, loudly talking and laughing with each other. Grabbing your hand, he tugs and you follow as he leads you both through the French doors into the backyard.

You feel your heart rate kick into overdrive when he guides you all the way to the gazebo off to the side, nearly hidden from view of the house.

“We shouldn’t be interrupted anymore, right?” He smiles at you but instead of invoking warmth it sends chills running down your spine.

“R-right,” you give him a shaky smile in return, realizing Leon is blocking the only way out of the gazebo, “so, um, you said I reminded you of someone. Were you looking for her here?”

“You could say that,” he takes a step forward and you take one back.

“I might can help, I mean I know a lot of people here already,” you ramble, feeling your nerves get the best of you.

He smirks, features looking colder in the moonlight, “No need, she’s technically not around anymore.”

“Technically?” The spit in your mouth dries up as your back hits the gazebo lattice.

Leon keeps getting closer to you until he’s boxing you in, hands coming up to brace on either side of your head. You’re engulfed with his scent of cedar wood and pine resin sprinkled with hints of warm vanilla underneath; it makes you dizzier the more you breathe it in.

Leaning down, he noses gently against your hairline making you gasp.

“She’s not alive anymore,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear in amusement, “it’s just a little game I like to play, to find her look alike. This isn’t the first time I’ve played with you. Aren’t you lucky, my little vampire?”

You push against Leon’s chest but his mouth watering scent keeps you dizzy and weak, like a kitten pawing at his vest making him chuckle.

“Poor thing,” one of his hands moves to cradle your jaw, his thumb smoothing over your bottom lip, “you’re in over your silly little head, hmm?”

“Who’re you?” You slur out, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth.

“Leon, but you already knew that,” he coos, blue eyes gazing deep into your own, “you’re resisting me, little vampire, but it’s no use.”

“Wanna leave,” you mumble tiredly, unable to pull away from him.

He chuckles meanly, “But why? I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You feel a sharp needle like pain sink into the side of your neck followed by honey thick pleasure dripping down your body from that pressure point. Pressing your thighs together, you whimper as your cunt throbs with want. A rumbling moan comes from the man in front of you as he drinks from your neck.

Your hands tangle in his hair with the intention to yank him away but against your own wishes you pull him closer, whining for more. With a growl, he pulls away from your neck, blue eyes so bright they seem to shine in the dark. His mouth is swollen and painted red with your blood.

“So sweet,” he licks his bottom lip and you catch a hint of his fangs, “I could smell you from outside. Your blood called to me as it always does, sweetling.”

“W-what?” You gasp out while he licks across the bite mark on your neck, sealing the wound as if it was never there.

“Shhh, just let me taste you,” he murmurs against your skin.

Tearing your vest off and shirt open, he pulls down the cup of your bra and bites your breast right above your heart. A keening cry slips past your lips and you sag against his firm body. He moans and uses one arm to wrap around your upper body, cradling you to him as he drinks.

Your mind drifts in a fugue state, feeling the sharp bite of pain each time he sinks his fangs into your body but immediately having it swept away by arousal so potent it has your thighs trembling as slick fills and soaks through your panties.

By the time, he pulls away from your body, you’re swaying into his chest, unable to stay up on your own two feet. He slots his leg in between your thighs and you moan, rocking down on the pressure against your clit.

“Such a needy girl,” he rasps, big hands gripping the fat of your hips to help you grind against his thigh, “come on sweetling, make yourself cum and I’ll take you home.”

The only thing your brain latches onto is making yourself cum. You need it so badly. Humping down onto Leon’s thighs, he kisses and nips at your neck, scraping his fangs against the skin and making you whimper at the hint of pain.

“Cum for me, then I can take you apart in a real bed, make you scream for me,” his dark baritone promises, tongue tracing the shell of your ear, “be a good girl and cum on my leg.”

He yanks you down on his leg just right, rubbing your swollen clit against the seam of your jeans and making your orgasm uncoil from your belly. You cum with a low moan; reaching out, your nails dig into his broad shoulders as you whimper, slowly coming to a stop against his thigh.

Your whole body feels wiped out, like you can sleep forever.

A rumbling chuckle makes you realize you must’ve spoken out loud.

“No one wants to sleep forever.”

Your brain is slow to come back online which Leon is all too happy to coax you back into a half asleep state. He swings you up into his arms and that’s the last thing you remember before passing out.

It feels like your consciousness is swimming through molasses as you finally come to your senses. Blearily, you open your eyes, squinting from the steady moonlight pouring through the open window. Turning your head, you can’t see much of the room, only that you’re splayed out in a large bed with soft sheets.

“There she is,” a voice rumbles from between your legs drawing your half open gaze.

Looking down, you see that you’re completely naked and marked all over with puncture wounds. The man from the party is lying between your spread legs.

“Leon,” you murmur softly and he grins, showing off his sharpened incisors.

“Glad you could join me,” he kisses the bite mark he’d been nursing on your thigh making your clit throb.

His mouth kisses up to the junction of where your cunt and thigh meet, letting his fangs pierce your soft skin. Your thighs tremble and slick drips from your pussy as he laps up the blood beading from the punctures he made.

“So pretty, all marked up like this,” he purrs, mouth kissing across to your mound and aching clit, “should I sink my teeth into this fat little pussy?”

You moan shakily as his fangs teasingly brush across the lips of your cunt.

“Maybe after I’ve had my fill,” he chuckles lowly, “wanna eat you out first.”

With a sigh, he sinks down and licks up the slick dripping from your hole, tongue thrusting lazily inside your pussy. Your arms lay above your head, fingers twitching, feeling weighed down like you can’t move them. Whining, you toss your head back, hips rolling against Leon’s hungry mouth.

His hands trap your thighs against the bed, keeping your spread open as he laps and sucks his way up to your sensitive bud. His mouth softly kisses across the hood of your clit until you’re rocking up into him.

“Please,” you gasp out, “please, Leon.”

He growls and suckles your clit into his mouth, tongue circling the sensitive nerves over and over until you’re humping his mouth with a moan. Laughing, he pulls away to spit on your cunt making your whole body shudder.

“My girl tastes so good,” he kisses all around your pussy, teeth nipping the sensitive skin making you whimper, “but I think it’ll be better if I fuck this silky pussy, right baby?”

You moan and Leon pulls away from your wet cunt. He moves up your body, forearms braced on either side of your head as he grinds down against you, dripping cock leaking precum all over your slick thighs. Your body feels an insatiable need to be filled— fucked by Leon.

He slides his arms underneath your shoulders to help you wrap your hands around his neck. Then, he reaches down to guide your legs to wrap around his waist.

“Good girl,” he coos, making your head go fuzzy as that intoxicating scent of his seems to bloom in the air, “about to stretch this gorgeous little pussy out.”

You let out a choked off gasp as his cock breaches your cunt, bottoming out quickly, stretching your walls to the point you feel split in two.

“Leon,” you mewl pitifully, tears slipping from your eyes.

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, “it already feels good doesn’t it, sweetling?”

His fangs open up two new holes in the side of your neck making your cunt clamp down on his cock as a small orgasm washes through you.

“There we go,” he coos condescendingly, “pussy just needed a little help. Now you’re cumming all over me.”

You sob out a moan, tears streaming down your temples as Leon pulls out and fucks roughly back into your sensitive hole. Although your legs and arms are wrapped around his body, you lie there practically limp as he fucks his thick cock into your soaked pussy.

“You’re always such a good fuck,” he grunts in your ear, “no matter how many times we do this.”

“What’re you…”

You try to talk but your mind is just too out of it to form words.

He chuckles meanly, “This isn’t the first time. But don’t worry, I’ll make you forget so we can do this again.”

His cock throbs and kicks inside your fluttering walls making you whimper.

“Mmm, I’m gonna play with this cute pussy all night,” he groans, dragging his cock against the spongy spot in your cunt that has you clenching around him.

He snaps his hips harder and fucks the fat tip of his cock against your cervix making you squeal. He’s barely pulling out before thrusting back in, scraping against your g-spot before his cock presses deep inside your pussy. A handful of harsh grinds as he fucks the opening to your womb has you a drooling mess.

“That’s the spot,” he rumbles, voice a low rasp, “and when I cum, it’s gonna be deep inside this needy cunt.”

You cry out when he sinks his teeth into you over and over, not even drinking your blood, just marking your neck up with vicious bites. It’s enough to make you cum hard around his cock, toes curling as fireworks explode inside your mind. He humps inside your spasming pussy until burying himself balls deep and spilling his sticky jizz all inside your fluttering walls.

“Taking it like such a good girl,” he moans, pumping his load directly against your cervix, hot sticky ropes of cum spurting from the tip of his cock.

The blood roars in your ears as he grinds down against your hips.

“Just close your eyes, sweetling,” his smoky voice drifts into your ears, “when you wake up you won’t remember a thing.”

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piningprecussionist · 5 months

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Howdy, Pine! Can we get three headcanons for all your favorite Scott Pilgrim characters? :-)

Oh absolutely!!!! Lemme think for a minute...

((FUTURE FUTURE ME: I LITERALLY JUST PROCESSED YOU SAID THREE HEADCANONS IM SO SORRY--- YOU WILL UNDERSTAND 😭))

Okay I had a whole thing here, but we're gonna try this again but slightly more Hinged-- forcing myself to format so things don't get out of hand again. I will HAPPILY elaborate, though!!

((Whoop this is future me. This post is going to be so long if I dont do this, so I'm going to put this all under the cut! I'll try to remember to come back up here with the characters I talk about- alternative, should I not do that, maybe check the tags! I'll try to only tag the people I'm directly talking about))

KIM PINE

sexuality: very likely canonically Bi, I am a very big fan of her being a comp. het. lesbian, though (I get this both from my read of the comics/her character and just me Injecting myself into my favorite characters ✌️)

pronouns: she/her usually, but I think she'd be very open and vibe with they/them (me injecting myself again, but also she's just chill like that. I think she prefers if strangers use they/them for her, and her friends or partners use she/her. I'm undecided if she prefers her partners call her their girlfriend or their partner, though.)

Characters I think she has feelings for: RAMONA FLOWERS, Lisa Miller, (MAYBE Scott Pilgrim, still)

Elaboration on that:

I honestly think I can just. Point at some comic panels for Ramona. And the goat thing again. They make me Unhinged that's how canon that is.

Lisa!!! My beloved!!! I think she had a tiny crush on her in high school and had no idea that it was a crush until way later in life- maybe shortly after seeing her again, actually. But like. She's so obviously smiley and happy when she's around, I really can't help but read it that way! She, at the very least, gets an extreme mood boost in her presence, so she really likes having her around.

Scott Pilgrim.... *scrubbing at my face* okay. Okay. So, I have a couple different reads on her feelings for Scott, they're kind of complicated for me to dismantle. Especially since I haven't started my reread of book 6 (I've been giving my thumbs a break, which I am currently prolonging but I have been DYING for someone to ask me to talk about this series.) I'm going to go with my more canon read and leave it at that I think, because it's already becoming this text wall.

Scott was really important to her, I think. She's this aloof, sullen, bitchy girl and she knows it- and then this dorky idiot walks into her life and they really hit it off! They date, they have really sweet, private moments together- it's everything to her. It's someone loving her in spite of the hard shell she initially puts out, and managing to reach her soft, easily bruised heart in ways no one had before. But then he left so abruptly, and that heart was crushed under the weight of her own ribcage. I think she carried that hurt with her every day from that point- I don't imagine her having a particularly roaring love life after that. I think she kept that hurt bottled, and it made any relationships she DID attempt fall apart. It's a wound she's been nursing for way, way too long, and I think she knows that- that's why she wants so badly to forget about it. But then she goes to Toronto and runs into Scott again at the lowest point in his life, and she can't get herself to step away, because this is the only person who ever claimed to love her in a way she felt. I think her decision to stay was sort of... detrimental to her moving on. If she'd detatched herself and stepped back, maybe she could have moved on eventually- she could have worked on herself, or maybe lucked out and found someone who could get through those walls without a sledgehammer, and she would have been better for it. But that's not what happens. She stayed, and I think the longer she stayed the harder it became to keep herself completely shielding from him, because he's still that same goofy guy at his core- he's just a bit worse than she remembered him being. But damn near everything he does throughout the comics just continues to crush her until she HAS to leave- he can apologize, and she can accept it for the version of him she loved, but he's not enough to convince her to stay anymore. I'm going to cut my canon analysis there until I reread their next scene, rather than just continuing incase my thoughts have slightly changed, but like... man... they hurt me in a very unique way. If it was anyone other than Scott, it'd be tragic. (Maybe it still is, maybe that's the Kim Bitterness talking)

For a brief touch on my less canon take, with Kim being a lesbian: I think Scott would have been better placed in her life as a best friend than a partner, but when you're young, and honestly even when you're not all that young, emotional distinction like that can be so, so confusing. So all of the hurt remains very genuine, because she does love him, just not the way she thought she did.

((Because I do love the trans!fem Scott HC as well, I will say. I feel like it would be really, really funny for Kim to realize she's into women and be like "wow sure dodged round two of the Scott Pilgrim bullet" and then one day Scott shows up having started her transition and is like "Oh hey Kimmy!! I'm a lesbian AND a girl, like you now!!!" And Kim just. Crushes her drink or something in her hand like "oh no... oh no she's attractive again... FUCK FUCK FUCK." Obviously a lot more nuanced than that, though. I should probably clarify that I started answering this ask almost IMMEDIATELY after waking up and also BEFORE I've taken more pain meds. If this post has been or starts to become very scattered again, that's why lol.))

Bonus consideration: Hollie. I can dig her having a crush on Hollie, but I feel like it faded a little living with her, and then shattered entirely after the Jason Kim situation. Even an overwhelming attraction to women ain't savin that one, chief. That's just too severe a betrayal.

The Knives Situation: Oh Boy. So in the original answer for this I had a whole thing done up, lemme try to condense it. Basically, I think Kim woke up the next morning HORRIFIED by what she'd done. Like, dry heaving in the bathroom horrified. And this likely really hurt Knives's feelings, should she see! Which Kim would feel horrible about. I'm undecided on if she just runs from the situation before Knives can wake up, or if they have a sort of agrument/one-sided rant on Kim's part afterward where she just really tries to hammer home for Knives how not okay it was for them to do that- for HER to do that, given their ages and inherent power imbalance. In the event that this discussion happens, Knives absorbed none of it, and probably leaves that conversation a little wounded. I think it would proceed to play back in her mind when she and Stephen are talking at one of Julie's parties later on, though, and she'd probably approach Kim after that to thank her for being a reasonable adult about that, unlike how some of her friends had been. Once that understanding is reached, I think they could be good friends, although Kim probably teases her for how she started to dress like her after they first met.

Silly little things: If anyone's familiar with Night in the Woods, do you know the part where Mae's like "that's not drums... that's a computer..."? I feel like that has Kim energy. To me.

Also I think Kim sucks at Rockband- I know that releases like, way afterward or something so far as comic timeline goes, but bare with me, okay? It's my silly little headcanons! Anyway, she'd suck really, really bad on the drums, since so far as I can recall, they don't REALLY correspond with the music. If her friends force her to play, she demands either the mic or the bass, because "fuck you Scott, you try playing their stupid fucking drums." He proceeds to play flawlessly, much to her chagrin. She fairs better on the bass, but only a bit better than the drums, since her fingers aren't quite used to the movements.

Kim didn't think she liked cats for a while, mostly because she was only ever around them fleetingly, and generally in the homes of people who should have been cleaning their litter boxes more regularly. After hanging around Ramona's house more, though, she discovers she really love them! She feels a sort of kinship watching how they actually behave, and I think Gideon ends up warming to Kim very quickly, which probably helps with the very quick turnaround on her opinion. I think it'd be funny if sometimes, when Kim's over, Scott will try to beckon Gideon over to him for cuddles or affection, and the cat will just. Stare at him entirely unimpressed before jumping up into Kim's lap with exaggerated purring and chin rubbing before curling up for a "nap." Kim was in awe the first time this happened, and Ramona finds it ceaselessly amusing every time it happens. ((Funny additonal scenario: once after this happened Scott was whining to Ramona, who was coming to join them on the couch, looking generally very sad/cute/pathetic, and overcome with a sort of playful evil, Ramona proceeded to sit by and cuddle up to Kim as well. Kim immediately froze up and went bright red and wide eyed, Scott's jaw probably dropped before he dove into a theatrical, exaggerated spewl about the betrayal of it all, and Ramona just got to blissfully enjoy Kim cuddles while giggling at both of their reactions and petting Gideon.))

Conversely, I don't know how Kim feels about dogs. Like, I don't think she hates them or anything like that, but maybe they fill her with a sense of pity, for their associations with unwavering loyalty. Something about that specifically runs too close to things she considers about herself, at times, maybe. Idk, just kinda spit ballin here.

I think she does like rats! And mice. Idk. They're cute little guys and I like them, let me have this--

Oh man... just Kim's section is so long. And I have other characters to get to,,, buckle up I guess--- I mean, I did start with My Girl, so maybe the others will be shorter?

((This is future future me again... this is where I actually went back and processed the ask properly :') I have no words to describe my current emotional state beyond that I am trying really hard not to burst into a little fit of laughter at myself and wake my roommate--))

Three! Three headcanons!! I can do this (restraintrestraintrestraint)

Okay! Let's try being Normal About Media- and just as a note, they aren't really in any particular order, beyond Kim being the first because she IS legitimately my favorite, I think. Idk she's very Me.

Ramona Flowers

1. She doesn't really do labels, for things like her idenity; she does think pride flags are pretty, though. Scott got her a bi flag once and she decided to keep it and hang it in her room for this exact reason, though she did explain to him that she doesn't really consider herself anything but herself- Ramona Flowers. He's very understanding about that, although a little confused in the typical Scott manner! They eventually come around to just considering it being his flag, when he comes to terms with himself (yeah, spoilers, I HC him as bi)

2. Her hair actually does have magic properties to it that prevent it from getting absolutely butchered by all the bleaching she does- she doesn't know how or why, though. Maybe it's less magic and more to do with the supplies themselves? Unlike Scott, she's not as meticulous when it comes to reading the status effect labels on things she uses or consumes.

3. Of her former partners, I think she does have genuine lingering feelings for Roxie. So far as the comics/movie go, she simply repressed the hell out of them and plays the Deny Deny Deny! game, but so far as the show goes, I think she's come to terms with the fact that she still loves her, but horrifically fumbled her- she doesn't want to hurt Roxie like that again, so she's unlikely to ever try things again between them, I think. Not unless Roxie was the initiator, and even then, it'd take some coaxing.

Bonus 4. She absolutely has feelings for Kim. I feel like maybe further into their relationship she'd 100% ask Scott like "hey... you know your really hot friend Kim?" and proceed to discuss with him if being in a polyamorous relationship is something he could get behind. Maybe it'd happen after a period of time with Kim living with them too, or something.

Roxie Richter

1. She gets ALL the girls- all of them. She's an unholy TERROR for men where she lives, because she is notorious for giving women the night of their lives and making them never look back so far as dating men goes. Now, I don't think she deliberately breaks up people or goes after "straight" girls or anything, but it's probably something that's happened on accident before, so she's A Menace. I will say that she might deliberately swoop in and woo a girl she knows is taken if it's extremely clear that their relationship is just Not Right- like if she's seeing clear signs of abuse, or something. She isn't intending to get with these girls when she does this, but she is fully intending to get them out of shitty situations. She's even turned girls down after their (ex) boyfriends have stormed off in a huff, simply out of respect for them- she'll try to give them advice, and if they're adamant in trying New Venues, she might play matchmaker where she can, but she isn't really comfortable sleeping with them after doing stuff like that- to her, it feels gross, maybe even exploitative.

2. I actually don't know if this is meant to be canon or not, because it's noted alongside some of her sketches, but she's german/japanese in my eyes- but raised in the states. She knows English the best, and some German, but she doesn't really know much Japanese, much to her own agitation- she just struggles with it a lot, for whatever reason. She can kind of read some things, but if she tries to speak it she runs the risk of butchering the words. I personally further HC her dad as German and her mom as Japanese- dad by process of elimination, mom based loosely on how I read some of her and Ramona's conversations in the comics.

3. She is in fact whistling the tune in the show intending it to be from the Robin Hood movie- in fact, I think I'm going to HC it as one of her favorite animated films from childhood. (... do I HC her as a furry now?)

Lisa Miller

1. Disaster Bi! She's a bit of a Menace and she knows it; she likes to rile people up, but she can't really take what she dishes out. Like, if she'd done the kind of seductive teasing she does to Scott to Kim and received any sort of flirting back, her brain would shut down and she'd need to reboot. She doesn't know how to handle when someone else takes the reigns, which is why it was so easy and fun to play with Scott- he was too stunned/shy to play back, which she enjoys. Not to imply she doesn't enjoy having her brain melted a little, of course.

2. I think she makes it big after she heads to America! Or at least, bigger than she was. She sends her friends back in Toronto signed copies of movie posters and CDs and things when she can- she doesn't expect them to keep them, although she loves it when they do, but at least in Scott's case it's sort of a "incase of emergency, please sell" sort of situation. He does not, obviously. (Ramona probably does, though, both from admittedly petty lingering jealousy and because they just don't have room for all of it; Scott rarely seems to notice anyhow, and the money usually goes towards rent or random gifts for him anyhow)

3. I forget if everyone's sudden absence is noticed when they Poof briefly during the finalt episode of the show, but if it is I feel like Lisa starts to talk to Kyle, since he's in front of her, like "hey, what exactly happened there-" before looking out over everyone else who reappeared in their seats and noticing Scott is actually up there with them. She spends the rest of that night chatting up him and the league, and maybe even scores an in with Matthew for getting a foothold in her acting career!

Matthew Patel

1 . He absolutely has a dedicated cult following for his theatrical works, and it's warranted! He's genuinely good at what he does, and his passion is clear as day; any production is lucky to have him, and he knows it, which can kind of lead to butting heads behind the scenes. I feel like he might come across to his fellow performers as full of himself, especially given his proficiency with one man performances, but he truly is just deeply, deeply passionate about his work, and he wants to feel that passion with anyone he works with, too. He NEEDS his energy matched to feel like it's going to be a grand performance, and he simply doesn't notice how off-putting this can be for his coworkers as a result.

2. The demon hipster chicks have always been the visual age they are now, even when Matthew was a kid; he viewed them as older sisters growing up, and they're very protective of him perhaps as a result. At his current age, they're his best friends and personal body guards- they'll descend like rabid dogs on anyone that steps out of line around him, if he doesn't call them off. Sometimes it's a bit much for him, but they're usually pretty good about understanding when they do and don't need to interfere on his behalf.

3. Ya know I'm not sure if it's a HC I've seen at all but I could really vibe with trans!masc Matthew. I would love that for him, truly.

Scott Pilgrim

1. Look... I really love any trans!Scott headcanons. Like, any direction, I've said before; I genuinely have such a problem figuring out which version I enjoy best: he's trans!masc and has been all along, or trans!fem and Ramona eventually helps to crack that egg. But also, while I'm saying this, he is. So stupid. Not like maliciously stupid in this sense, absolutely not, but I feel like he's the kind of person to like. Run into someone from his past post their transition, with THEM coming up to HIM to be like "oh long time no see, Pilgrim," and then he would say something to the affect of "oh, you have the same last name as (DN)!!! Are you related? Kim, Kim!! Do you know if (DN) had any siblings?" while Kim and the other person just stare at him deadpan for a bit before bursting into laughter at his expense. He would then proceed to be really confused and just not get it, either until they explain it to him or like, he'd just suddenly sit up in a cold sweat later that night realizing what he did like "oh my GOD that WAS them, I said their dead name at them like seven times!! I am Going To Hell!!!" (And Ramona would just kind of blindly, lightly slap around in his general direction, like "honey you're not going to hell for basically affirming the effectiveness of their transition, go the fuck to sleep. They would've said something if it was a problem." Idk, that's just how he feels to me.)

2. When he has his own money for things, and space living with Ramona, he spends it on video games or video game related merch- it's probably a lot of patches and t-shirts, but I can see him starting to collect plushies, too! Like some of the really old kinda silly looking Sonic plushies, for example? If I had my Knuckles one on hand I'd use him as an example, but I think he's in storage somewhere :(

3. Gets into really heated arguments about video game mechanics and stat stuff where applicable; like, Ramona has to drag him away or else he will actively start fighting people kind of heated. He can hold chill conversations, but if he feels like he's being talked down to about a game that he's REALLY into, like Sonic Adventure (he has the director's cut!)

Wallace Wells

1. MENACE TO SOCIETY. He's comparable to Roxie in this way except he is so much worse (I say this affectionately <3) because he does just straight up, in canon, do things like steal Stacey's boyfriends! And that's his friend that he's doing that to! So I cannot IMAGINE what mischief he gets up to when he goes out drinking. He's probably ruined so many lives, naybe even marriages. What am I saying, maybe? Definitely. And he feels no remorse about this! In his eyes either your man was already gay or you needed to treat him better, sweetie; he HAS been rejected before, so clearly his charms can't ruin what ain't already broken.

2. While he does have feeling for Scott, which is basically canon I don't even want to hear it, he KNOWS better. Like, he'd been living with Scott for a while, so he knows if they were legitimately dating he probably would be even more sick of him than he already is. When they were still living together, though, there were times where he couldn't help but wonder if it would really be all that bad... right before Scott comes in and does or says something that just highlights for Wallace that he's making the Sane choice. Besides, Wallace is (and i hate using these terms but I straight up don't know what other words I could possibly use) a sugar baby; he can't keep up being both a sugar baby and Scott's effective sugar daddy (HATEHATEHATE THAT WORD) while ALSO paying rent. It doesn't really work out that well, especially with him having, at the time, such a shitty apartment to begin with.

3. I feel like Wallace really enjoys his nightlife and getting to sleep around, so I'm unsure if this is something still in play while he's with Mobile, or if he respects Mobile enough to do away with that entirely. Like, different situations work for different relationships, so if Mobile is fine with it then maybe it's something that continues! But taking into account the sparks from the show, maybe he'd actually be really fine being exclusive with Mobile. Especially given how well their future selves seem to be doing. Idk! Basically the sum of this one is just that, if Wallace is exclusive with Mobile, he misses be a bit of a whore, but he's very happy where, and with who he is, now.

Envy Adams

1. She gives me vibes.. queer vibes... in some sort of direction.... idk if I'm fully behind her also being a comp. het lesbian or just labeling her a disaster bi, but I also get a vague sense of gender fuckery. It's entirely her name thing, probably, but I can see Envy being genderqueer.

2. She probably hunted Lynette down after that show- an arm was likely Not Enough to quite satisfy that rage. Especially since she didn't get the satisfaction of beating Todd more thoroughly herself, since Scott stepped in. Conversely, for the show canon, Wallace has a target on his back for the rest of her life, as far as she's concerned, even in a world where her feelings for Todd were just misunderstood- she considered him her best friend, and you don't get away with hurting her friends like that unless you're her.

3. I think I'd like to HC that some part of her regrets booting Scott from the band the way she did back in college? Maybe not immediately, or even soon, but I feel like sometimes she would think about him and their relationship as a whole and just feel bad, Idk. Like, she doesn't want to get back with him at all, but I could maybe see her offering to promote Shatterband (or Sex Bob-Omb, in the show,) or even play with him as a genuine apology instead of a coy trap somewhere down the line.

Knives Chau

1. Look... look I know I'm about to sound like a broken record... comp. het. lesbian or bi. HEAR ME OUT: her puppy dog love for Scott is really just that- something cute and innocent, but very intense, especially once he cuts her off in that honestly really brutal manner. Teenage heartbreak is messy- even if you feel like it was real, true love you had, you can often realize later in life that what you felt was just admiration, or something else innocuous like that. I think she reaffirms it to herself as a deep and true love because of how intense the pain of that breakup was, paired with everything that comes after, and I think the show really highlights that for me? Because in the show, with Scott out of the picture entirely, she's just a lot less intense about it. I think after playing music and hanging around his friends, she realizes she didn't really love him all that much, just thought he was a cool older guy and liked that he took an interest in her, even if she recognizes how wrong that was now. ((I probably have more articulate thoughts on this but I am really starting to feel the lack of pain meds so I need to get through this--))

2. Knives is really good at rhythm games and things like DDR or, when it's eventually released, Just Dance. Like, freakishly good. She picks them up just as well and just as quickly as she did her instruments.

3. With how quickly she picked up her instruments, she kinda gives me honor student vibes? Idk. I feel like it'd be a little stressful for her later on, because I do think her passionate drive for music makes her grades take a slight spin, but she just gives off that energy for me. Knives is a lot smarter than people give her credit for, I think, Idk.

... yes, I am very normal about media... spending 3 hours on 1 ask that offered me a lot more simplicity than I can apparently manage...

#asks #txt #kim pine #ramona flowers #roxie richter #lisa miller #Matthew Patel #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #envy adams #knives chau #i think i might have said this in the post but maybe i didnt or removed it- they're not necessarily ordered by like. most to least favorite #i just kinda chucked same names on there and went. debated starting some for lucas but i think my hands need a break- and my stomach a Snac #spto #sp comic #spvtw #headcanons #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim comic #scott pilgrim vs the world #potential spoilers for both the comics and the show i think?#if anyone wants this tagged w ship stuff for my little blurb under Kim lemme know #also I didn't include Roxie in the list of characters I think she likes but she should have been an honorable mention. i mostly had comic +#+ brain with that section #long post #woollyworm #demon hipster chicks #scott pilgrim headcanons

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calkale · 1 year

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Younger icemav headcanons

older icemav headcanons here

Another timeline before i get into it ✌️ they met at top gun obvi and hooked up after the layton rescue, mav went back to top gun (for 3 months) but still kept in touch with ice, mav finally confessed years later it was like 1995-2000, they went through a bit of a rough patch after that but they did make up and started their relationship, mav became a test pilot in 2006 and ice stopped flying around then too

-Ice has a tramp stamp, this one is not up for debate this is real val kilmer told me, he got it in like 1984 but imagine that sexy old man with a tramp stamp hello

-mav thinks the tramp stamp is really hot but he does make fun of it

-the biting thing ice did in the locker room awakened something in mav, that was when he realized just how much he wanted ice

-one time when mav got deployed for like a year ice didnt bleach his hair and let his natural colour (medium to light brown) grow out and when mav came back he was so shocked, he dyed his hair again years later but they both agreed ices natural hair suited him more now

-mav drinks instant coffee and ice hates it

-Ice smells like coconut, this ones kinda canon cause of the shaving cream or whatever in his locker. He has coconut shampoo and conditioner too he takes such good care of his hair and forced mav to do the same, he figured out mass hair type and picked the perfect shampoo and conditioner for him

-mav was the one who confessed, he couldn’t take just hooking up and being that weird line between friendship and relationship anymore he needed to tell ice how he felt, ice was terrified but he did want to be with mav and he told him that, mav didn’t understand immediately, they got in an argument about it and after slider came and talked to mav, he overheard most of it and he knew how much ice liked (loved) mav so he had to do something. He had watched their whole relationship and listened to ice go on and on about mav for years and didn’t want it to end just because ice couldn’t talk about something. He knew it probably wasn’t his place to tell mav about ices past but if ice hadn’t told mav by now he probably never would, mav was stubborn and it did take about a month to really rebuild what they had but they agreed to give an actual relationship a try

-before carole died she told ice she hopped there would be a day they could get married, she was one of the few people who knew about their relationship and really wanted the best for them, ice never told mav she said that until their wedding day

-they look after bradley all the time, they pick him up from school, take him out for ice cream, take him to the beach and he loves it, one day when they were picking him up from school he told his friend that his dad and pops were here and ice and mav almost cried right there

-they share clothes, mav steals ices shirts and sweaters and theyre too big for him but he loves it cause it feels like a hug and smells like ice, ice also wears mavs shirts and theyre way too small on him theyre so tight but that doesnt stop him and it shows off his muscles so

-mav loves being called cute or pretty, hes so used to people just calling him hot or sexy (which he is) but the first time ice called him cute he blushed so hard

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Nsfw

-they’ll fuck anywhere, usually its when they’re both drunk and horny and looking for a place to do it but it happens when theyre sober too

-mav is the one who gets fucked, he tried fucking ice once or twice but neither of them really liked it, mav takes control sometimes but its rare, ice likes being in charge especially in the bedroom

-ice loves to edge mav, he always wants to see how far he can go and loves to hear mav beg

-he also loves to overstimulate mav

-mav definitely has a think for ranks (so does ice but hes less likely to admit it), mav calls ice admiral in bed and they roleplay, every time ice goes up a rank mav makes such a big deal over it

-ice loves to make mav watch, he’ll fuck him in front of mirrors and hold his head so he cant look away or he’ll tie mavs hands behind his back on a chair then lay on the bed and get himself off, he knows mav loves it just as much as he does

-he also likes to make mav get off by himself, he’ll make him rub on his thigh or finger himself, this is usually a little reward after he’s been a brat all day because he doesn’t deserves ices dick but he does deserve to come

-ice loves when mav wears panties, he’ll wear them all day and sometimes he’ll show ice in the morning so every time they see each other throughout the day ice knows or he’ll keep it a secret until ice undresses him

-mav also loves dressing up for ice, he likes wearing girly stuff like short skirts, short shorts, little dresses, lingerie but also those jeans he always wears that make his ass look amazing he knows those drive ice wild (those r the only type of jeans he owns), he likes wearing suits too or his dress whites ice thinks he looks so cute when hes all fancy

-yes they keep the skirts and dresses on when they fuck

-mav loves ices mouth on him, his mouth, his tits, his dick, his ass, anywhere, he loves when he marks him up too he loves seeing the bite marks and hickeys ice leaves

-theyve had threesomes with slider before, not a lot they prefer when its just them but ice wanted to see slider fuck mav because of their size difference

-mav loves how much ice talks during sex, ice loves to praise mav or call him a brat and put him in his place, he loves telling mav what hes gonna do to him or what hes doing as hes doing it

#okay writing these made me realize how many more slimav headcanons i have #(i say that and i made two icemav posts) (im working on the other one still)#i also dont have a lot for younger icemav #i think thats more because i dont think they both went back to top gun and taught for years #i love fics where that happens but idk i feel like ice would keep flying with slider #theyre a very domestic couple i have a lot of feelings about them when theyre older #icemav #icemav headcanons

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Hi, how are you? I hope you're doing well. Can I request an Austin Butler x Reader with fluff or smut? Whichever floats your boat in the idea. The scenario is the reader is dared to kiss her ex boyfriend during her friend group's sleepover party at her best friend's house. Since her ex is friends her bff's brother and the guy didn't arrive on time to board the bus to get home, he's staying over for the night at the same house reader and her friends are in. Of course, this distresses the reader because wtf? Her friends know that she's happy with Austin and she wouldn't want to hurt him even if it was just a dare. Also the person who gave her the dare was probably looking for some drama and reader didn't want to entertain that person with something that will make her life miserable.

Seeing her distressed, her best friend suggested to give reader a second option which is to call up Austin and have him stay the night. So she did, he comes over and finds that reader is wearing one of his shirts to this sleepover and she explains the whole ordeal while she and bff leads him to one of the house's guest rooms. If you go with smut, reader ends up sneaking off in the middle of the night to see him in his room.

When morning comes and they all have breakfast, Austin catches reader's ex checking her out and he goes and does things to make him regret for ever letting her go.

Lol, gonna leave this here and shoot my shot again. I realized I might be the only one giving you these long requests. Sorry if they're long. 😅✌️

Other than that, I hope you have a great day out there. 😊✌️ —🐴🐎

omg sorry this took me forever to write!!! ty for the request! i love a good long request 🫶🏼

slumber party | austin x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, mdni!! slightly jealous austin, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, very very slight dom/sub thing going on here,

wc: 2k

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you loved a good slumber party. movies, snacks, and gossiping over petty drama with your friends were one of your favorite past times. it was only past ten and nobody was tired yet. your best friend still hadn’t decided on a movie and everyone else was growing frustrated, the bowl of popcorn on the floor was now half empty. while everyone was pestering your friend, you sat quietly, picking at your newly painted nails.

in the midst of all the arguing, everyone quickly turned their necks to the front door at the sound of keys rattling, only to find your friend’s brother standing at the doorway. “you have to be kidding me.” you muttered under your breath.

“what are you doing here? i thought you were going back to your dorm.” she gritted through her teeth, giving you an apologetic glance.

jackson shrugged, “i missed the bus.” he looked over at you, grinning. “hey, y/n. still looking good.”

you rolled your eyes, going back to picking at your nails as your friend stood up. “you can’t just wait for the next bus?”

“i’m not standing outside and waiting for the next bus to show up at midnight. i’ll just be up in my room, ellie. you won’t even know i’m here.” he adjusted his backpack and locked the door behind him, barely making his way up the stairs till your least favorite amongst the group perked up.

“wait!” she exclaimed. “join us! we can play truth or dare!”

ellie looked at you, knowing exactly what she was trying to do. if there was anything julie was good at, it was trying to stir the pot whenever she could. she knew how you felt about jackson and how awful he was towards you, of course, she had to make the night awful for you. but maybe tonight would be different, you gave julie a chance. you looked at ellie then back at jackson. he smirked, locking eyes right with you. “can’t say no to that.”

he joined in shortly, sitting across from you in the small circle on the floor. ellie sat next to you, keeping an eye on her brother and giving him dirty looks as he continued to stare at you. it was finally your turn again. you sighed as julie thought up something for you. “you said truth last time so obviously you have to pick dare this time.” she grinned.

“julie..” ellie gave her a glare.

“i dare you to kiss jackson.”

the entire circle gasped, your jaw dropped. “what the fuck? are you twelve? i’m not kissing him.”

“it’s a dare, you have to!” she crossed her arms.

“i don’t consent to it.” you replied sternly.

ellie looked at the three of you, trying to come up with something else. “oh!” she patted your arm, “i dare you to call austin! a-and invite him to spend the night too!”

“so much for girls night.” a friend muttered in the distance.

you agreed to calling austin, inviting him to come over in front of everyone. he was confused as to why you wanted him at girls night, at least until he sees ellie open the door and spots jackson sitting behind her. she gave austin an apologetic look, “why is he here?” austin asked, looking over her shoulder.

“don’t get mad.” she whispered before calling your name to greet austin.

your face lit up at the sight of your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. “thank god you’re here.” you sighed. your best friend explained the whole situation with her brother and how her friend was trying to rile you up.

all the while, austin noticed you decked in only his shirt and tiny shorts, licking his lips before rubbing the back of his neck. “well, thanks for calling me.” he smiled.

“i’ll show you the guest room, follow me!” she smiled, bringing the two of you to the guest room. “we’ll wait for you.” she winked at you before heading downstairs.

he set his bag on the bed and thanked your friend, wrapping his arms around your waist. “sorry to ruin girls night.”

you shook your head, “it was ruined once he stepped in the house.” you said with a sigh, cupping his face. “i’m glad you’re here though.”

he glanced down at your shirt again, “when did you take this?”

“sorry—grabbed it when i was packing. do you want it back?” you frowned.

“no, no. keep it. i wanna take it off you though.” he smirked. “if only you were wearing nothing under it.”

if there wasn’t a group of girls downstairs waiting for you, you’d take him right then and there. you brought a finger up to his lips. “later.”

the two of you went back to the group downstairs, austin taking a seat next to you and keeping an arm around your shoulder the whole time. the game finished and everyone eventually decided on a movie, focusing on that as austin tried to tease you under the blanket, placing kisses all over your neck. you could just feel jackson’s burning stare, full of jealousy. but austin was going to do everything he could to prove that you were his and only his.

after the movie, jackson went up to his room and you gave austin one last kiss before he headed up to the guest room.

but you tossed and turned all night. you scrolled on your phone, read a litle and still couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. you sat up and looked around to everyone sound asleep before getting up and tip-toeing up the steps to the guest room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

you teetered over the bed where austin was sound asleep, taking your shorts off and gently placing yourself on top of his lap. your warm heat met with his crotch, feeling him semi-hard right underneath you. “aus.” you whispered, running your hands over his chest. “austin!” you whispered louder.

his eyes bolted open, jumping slightly at the sight of you on top of him. “jesus, am i dreamin’?” his deep-sleepy voice coming into play. “there’s an angel right on top of me.”

you couldn't help but snort, “don't make it corny.”

he let out a small hum, bringing his hands to your hips then up your shirt, “so you did have no panties on….what were you thinking?”

with a roll of your hips, you shrugged. “it's more comfortable.”

austin bit his lip, stifling back a groan. his hands shifted up higher, squeezing at your bare breasts. “fuck, baby. what if jackson saw, huh?” he flipped you over on the mattress, straddling you. “you just want the whole world to see that pretty pussy of yours, huh?” he sneered. “don't you know who you belong to?”

“i’m all yours, aus. only yours.” you reached over to rub his now, hard cock through his sweats, only for your hand to be swatted away.

“don’t touch.” he tsk’d, moving slightly to take off his sweats. he crawled up to you, pressing his lips against your neck and nibbling on the sensitive area. he was driving you crazy, his length resting on your thigh as he continued to mark what was his. he wanted your ex staring at all the marks he made the next morning, showing who you really belonged to.

you wanted him so bad, you craved his touch. you were dripping with anticipation, mewling against austin. “please, need you.” you bucked up your hips slightly, begging for any sort of friction against your throbbing heat. “touch me, fuck me. do something, please.”

austin chuckled, sitting up and hiking up his shirt that was still on you just slightly. “so damn needy.” he ran a finger through your folds, lazily toying with your clit as he gave himself a few strokes. “gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“fuck–yes. yes, daddy.” you begged.

he lined himself up with you, grunting softly as he felt you squeeze tightly around him. his hands moved to your hips, squeezing at the soft flesh. “all good?” he asked before going any farther.

you huffed, sitting up on your elbows. “if you ask me one more question and don't just fuck me–i swear to god.”

his eyes widened, “damn, baby. ‘scuse me for tryin�� to be a good boyfriend.” he pushed you back down and wasted no time, sliding out of you before slamming his hips against you repeatedly. “no fuckin’ wonder. so tight it's got you all worked up, y’needed me that bad?”

you threw your head back in bliss, “so fucking bad.”

austin gripped your hips tighter, surely to leave bruises the next morning. unsatisfied, he sat up more and rested your leg on his shoulder in an attempt to get your sweet spot. the gasps and moans leaving your lips left him satisfied. he quickly covered your mouth with his hand as his movements continued, “don't want your little friends downstairs to hear you.”

you lifted his hand, “no, but i want him to hear.”

“god, i fucking love you.” he quickened his pace, “make those pretty lil’ noises for me. let him hear how i fuck you so much better, how he's missin’ out.”

you clawed at the sheets, feeling your orgasm approaching quicker as that feeling began to coil in your belly. “fillin’ me up so good, daddy. i love your cock so much.”

“yeah?” he grunted, “gonna let me cum right inside you? fill you right up?”

“please! oh, please, please–” you gasped, feeling yourself clench right around him as you reached your high, juices surely soaking the sheets underneath you.

austin threw his head back, letting out a silent moan as he filled you with his seed–worrying about the consequences later. he put your leg back down, panting as he hovered over you to give you a quick kiss. “you think he heard?” he said in a breathy laugh.

“i think everybody heard.”

austin got you cleaned up, slipping your shorts back on along with his sweats before getting back into bed with you. “girls night indeed.” he mumbled against your shoulder as he held you tightly. he grinned at the bruise forming on your neck, giving it a soft kiss before dozing off.

the walk down the steps the following morning was almost humiliating for you. austin loved it though. he wandered into the kitchen with you, a pep in his step as he poured himself coffee. “y'all sleep well?” he asked with a smile.

there was a silent response along with a glare from ellie, shaking her head at the two of you. she'd definitely have to do laundry later, maybe even burn that mattress. you munched on a piece of toast as you chatted with one of the girls about brunch, ignoring the awkwardness with austin.

jackson wandered in, shirtless and stretching as he stole a piece of bacon from the counter. “too many damn women in here.” he mumbled, he looked up at austin–giving him a look of disgust. he shoved his way past him to sit at the dining table and got a glimpse of you, eyeing at your ass in the tiny shorts austin loved so dearly.

austin caught on quickly and had enough. he set his coffee down and pulled you away from the group, getting a surprised yelp from you as he kissed you, arms wrapped right around your waist. his hands trailed down to your shorts, giving your ass a gentle squeeze as he pulled away. “those marks are lookin’ real nice this morning. what do you think, jackson? don't they look good on her?”

your face warmed up, looking over at your flustered ex then back at your friends. you didn't know if inviting austin over yesterday was a good idea or not. but if you hadn't, you wouldn't have had the best sex of your life. but you also wouldn't have to deal with the tension between austin and your ex.

jackson rolled his eyes, looking down at his phone. austin let you go and walked to the table, leaning against it to meet him face to face. “if i ever see you layin’ eyes on her again, i will make your life a living hell.” he said, quietly. the other man looked at him, blinking nervously before scrolling on his phone again.

austin turned to you, “so girls, you doin’ brunch? its on me.”

tags: @purejasmine

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader #i spent my entire day writing this help me

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pure-bubblegum · 3 months

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TW: jehovas wittnen

Dunno if anyone will find this intresting but here goes.

A few days ago my jehovas Wittness mom came to me saying she had good news so ofcourse l ask her what it was.

"Do you still have contact with G?" G is my childhood friend since 6 to around 12 years old. Haven't spoken to her since, I'm 19 now. Well aperently her last ex boyfriend was in the same situation as me, jehovas wittnen parents but not that himself and now she has Bible studies with her mom, and my mom talked with the sister G studies with and connected the dots that we knew eachother since before.

My mom looked so proud, G had told the sister she studies w that the reason she got interested in the truth was because of me, that l used to preach to her early in our childhood, untill G's mom said l would not be allowed to see G if l keeped doing that. And now that she has her own apartment she decided to pic it up again.

"This is a sign from Jehova that even the smallest of seeds becomes trees in the end"

And in the moment l didnt really know how to feel, my first initial feeling was to congratulate, then l just feelt conflicted. How ironic isn't it that l who introduced this to her left the organization.

I still remember the day l first introduced the 'truth' to her. l told her we all had a chance to revive and live in paradise after death, she begun absolutely sobbing cuz her grandmother had just passed away.

My mom asked me how l felt and if l was proud of this.

No, no absolutely no!

"Yeah.. l guess?"

And for a few days l feelt so conflicted, didn't really know if l was going to be happy for her or feel guilty. And what if l when l go to the memorial this year and see her? What will l say, if she finds out I'm not a jw will she feel discouraged? If l don't go will my parent lie and say l was simply busy? (Most likely) at the same time do l have an obligation as ex-jw to like warn her?

Today l told my friend about this and he concluded in the end that, that was her choice and l had noting to do with this, l may have been her introduction to this but in the end as an adult she made her choice. He also told me that he himself grew up with a Muslim best friend he used to pray togheter with and he himself didn't turn Muslim.

I feel better now thay he told me this, honestly this had bothered me so much these past few days.

Eitherway, don't think l will go to the memorial this year, it will be the first one l miss ✌️💗🤍

#jw #exjw #jehovah witness #ex jehovah's witness #pimo jw #l only really go to meetings sometimes #the meorial being the obligatory one l have to go to by my parents #oh #and also the yearly gettering #the 3 days long gattering shit

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fanficwritingcentral · 5 months

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Catch Me Now (ao3 link)

So this is based on a post I made on Tumblr back when I first read the book that got a little popular where what if Lucy Grey volunteered for Katniss in the quarter quell. I always thought about writing it but it just never felt right and then when the movie came out and I watched it, it sparked something in me and I just had to do it.

Not sure if I will continue it and if I do, how far I'll explore. If I do, I'll add more tags in.

Hope you all enjoy what I've written regardless 😘✌️

It was quiet and hot as Katniss stood with the others on the podium. Her on one side with Peeta and Haymitch on the other and Effie in the middle. The 75th hunger games reaping. She was going back. Back to the Capitol.

Back into the arena.

Effie spoke into the microphone, words that Katniss couldn't hear, her eyes only on the single slip of paper in the clear female reaping ball. Her name.

Katniss blinked and suddenly Effie's hand was in the ball, hand clawing around for that single piece of paper with her name. With another blink Effie was at back at the microphone reading out Katniss' name.

Katniss looked out at the audience, the other citizens of district 12 and could barely take in anyone, her mother and Prim somewhere within the swarm of faces.

She took a step towards Effie and before Katniss could even breath in the aroma of Effie's strong floral perfume, a woman's voice rang out from the audience.

It was an old voice, with a slight accent, but still strong and carried easily in the silence. The spoken words unmistakable.

"I volunteer as tribute!"

Katniss inhaled sharply and scanned the now whispering crowd more intently, trying to spot the woman the voice belonged to.

The peacekeepers tensed and Effie tittered into the microphone, "lovely to see such comradeship within the district. But only previous district victors are allowed to volunteer for this game."

Katniss' eyes lock onto an old woman that's making her way through the crowd, the peacekeepers surrounding them doing nothing than shifting their weapons. As the woman gets closer Katniss can see that she was tanned weathered skin and thick grey hair. The old woman also walks with a walking stick which can only be an aid for the limp she has in her left leg.

The old woman is also grinning, has been since Effie spoke and when she's finally close enough, almost in front of the podium, she speaks back "Well, lucky for you sweetheart, I'm the victor of the 10th hunger for district 12."

The old woman then stares straight at Katniss and Katniss almost becomes lost in the woman's warm brown eyes, "The name's Lucy Gray Baird, but just call me Lucy Gray," she then goes back to staring at Effie, "if you have any doubts about my identity, I'm sure our wonderful President Snow will be happy to assure you of them." She finishes with another grin.

Katniss is so caught up in the implication that this old woman, this Lucy Gray Baird, knows President Snow that she almost misses when a Capitol attended rushes over to Effie and whispers in her ear.

Effie let's out a sharp "Oh!" That bring all the attention back to her, Katniss watches as Effie blinks quickly with an expression of complete shock. When the attendant leaves, Effie again speaks into the microphone with a voice that sounds like she can't even believe what she's saying, "Please come up to the podium, Lucy Gray."

Lucy Gray walks up the podium and as she comes up towards Katniss, she touches her arm and quickly whispers in her ear, "I've got it from here, dear." And takes Katniss' place next to Effie.

Katniss can only look at Lucy Gray, the victor of district 12 that people only knew had existed but nothing more.

It takes Effie a slight moment but she seems to gather herself a moves towards the boys ball. She sticks her hand in and pulls out Haymitch's name and before Katniss can left out a (guilty, oh so guilty) sigh of relief, Peeta calls to volunteer.

Peeta goes to stand on the other side of Effie and Haymitch looks just as shocked as Katniss feels to do anything.

"I give you the tributes of district 12 for the 75th Hunger Games and third Quarter Quell!" Effie gives an uncharacteristic slight pause, "Lucy Gray Baird and Peeta Mellark!"

Effie gave another pause and then brought out a wide smile and finished with "Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour!

#the hunger games #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #lucy gray baird #fanfiction #fanfic

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hypahticklish · 1 year

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Ticklish Headcanons for

DnD Honor Among Thieves

Listen…I love the shit out of this movie and if I had more expendable funds I would go see it again in theatres to bask in the good good vibes. This goes out to @amazingmsme for banging on pots to rouse the TTRPG Podcast branch of the TFB community from it's winter hibernation. Please ignore that it's taken me months to get this out ✌️😅

Edgin

Bardic School of Lee Moods

Edgin is the kind of lee who will instigate for that sweet sweet retaliation

Which is so so very foolish for someone with a terribly ticklish torso

Sides that make him fold like a cheap tunic, belly that makes him gasp for breath, ribs that have him swearing fealty to whom or what ever is demanded of him

Like seriously? What did he think was gonna happen when he flicks Simon's ears or scatters Holga's potato cache?

Or when he presses Dorick and Xenk's buttons by talkin' mad shit about their respective organizations?

And then has the audacity to dial up the drama in staunch protest at the torture inflicted upon him

Have I made it clear how much of a goofy lil guy, what a silly lil brat Edgin is?

With his crinkled crows feet eyes and a smile so bright it makes the Neverwinter sun seem dull

But but but

While he lives deep in the Lee trenches, he enjoys giving lil tickles here and there as a form of affection

As well as introducing others to the joys of tickling and inviting them to explore it on him

Taking the time to encourage when they've found a good spot and guiding them toward more effective techniques

Freely and generously leaning in to his reactions, and inspiring theirs; seeking laughter just as he does song (though Edgin argues they're one in the same to his ears)

Holga

Totem Switch Barbarian

Most assume that Holga is a ler of the highest degree since she can turn any table in her favor, but she loves receiving as much as giving

She adores easily hoisting and grappling her play partner into a submissive hold

And plucking all the silly noises they make from all the tickle spots she can find

While her grip may be firm and holds taut, her touch ranges from soul scrubbing to breeze kissed depending on what gets the best reactions

However

If someone is fast enough to tickle her back before they're trapped?

She crumbles endearingly quick

Her most ticklish spots are the easiest to normally defend - under her arms, behind her knees, the circumference where her legs join the rest of her body

Holga is so very aware of her strength that she makes concerted efforts to not flail or fight when getting got

And while she's usually distrustful of being bound, she finds it helpful and a relief in these sorts of situations with her true friends

Allowing her to let go and fall like a comet into the moment

Cackling, happily and wildly, for as long as the moment lasts

Simon

Ancestral Switch Bloodline Sorcerer

Simon gives off such lee energy which makes him like a sleeper agent switch that no one expects

Can he actually say any variant of the word "tickle"? That's entirely dependent on his proximity to being tickled

Or teased

Simon cannot handle being teased in the slightest, becoming a bumbling blushing mess

Soft n squishy lil spellcaster with his tender legs and uncalloused feet that make him helplessly squirm

His sensitive ears and neck that melt him to quivering giggling goo

Should he get the upper hand though? He is ruthless

Cooing and toying with whomever is trapped, either by spells or comrades, and drawing slow attention to their vulnerability before studying their every reaction

An absolute menace of a man utterly inebriated on laughter

"Oh shut up, you're not dying, I cast Detect Thoughts and know you're fine"

Dorick

Circle of Ler Druid

It takes her quite a while to come out of her shell but once Dorick does, she's a devastating ler

Equipped with nimble fingers that can easily slip into all sorts of ticklish nooks and crannies

A dexterous whip thin tail that gives her quite the advantage when startling those used to only worrying about two hands

And unshakable confidence that defies any sort of embarrassment when hunting for peels of squeals

Speaking of hunting, you know Dorick gets the biggest thrill out of chasing and hide-n-seek

Flexing her wild shapes to delight and frighten her friends while draining the fight outta them

Does she have a signature move?

Oh yea

Pouncing on their back and taking then down

Making it all the easier to ensnare her mark with tickle torture until they tap out

Where she can then spend her time in peaceful silence, watching the scenery while idly stroking their scalp and back

Xenk

Oath of Turnabout Paladin

Like everything about Xenk, he is an utter enigma that the party can never figure out

And likewise it takes him a while to determine when they want him to rise to the bait and engage in play fights

(Not that that ever stops the party from starting them)

He's incredibly ticklish damn near everywhere but most of his reactions are subdued, internal, compared to the others

Soft snickers and squinchy eyes and slight curls away from his assailant betray the perceived immunity

Meanwhile his heart and belly flip at the waves upon waves of ticklish butterflies fluttering head to toe

But Xenk always comes next in the initiative

And is a mirror - replicating their tickling ministrations practically perfectly

Tutting when someone cries at how unfair he is being by holding them accountable for their "crimes"

And congratulating them afterwards for valiantly overcoming such a challenge while they're panting on the floor

#tickling #tickle talk #tfb community #tickle headcanons #dndhat #dnd honor among thieves #dndhat tickles #dnd honor among thieves tickles #mine #Also I think it's also around Ca$hlyn's birthday so if so yay timing!

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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@🌹anon asked about my ocs sometime back and as I was answering it rn I accidentally deleted the entire thing😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna try and write whatever I remember again✌️:

Yes I did it again (shut up);

I'm such a fucking idiot, I found the "deleted ask" hidden deep in my drafts - apparently it went there when I lost my internet connection but instead of getting saved at the top of my drafts it got saved on the day anon first sent me the ask so somewhere in the middle between other drafts??? Anyway:

!!!You asked for it!!

They were all created for some game or another (characters I'll be able to toss away once I'm done playing the games) But I ended up falling in love with all of them🤡

I can't draw people for shit & I don't wanna describe appearances so I'm gonna use picrews (with links added for anyone who wants to use 'em too)

Starting from first created to last & answering it like I'm making them character profiles for a dating sim (but leaving out the three from Choices 'cause I don't know if they can be considered proper ocs rather than just characters the game handed us? Also leaving out the others from fictif because they're not as well developed)

1. "Lex" Alexandra Lane

(Lex after Lex Luthor and Lane after Lois Lane because I think I'm funny)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Love Island the Game S2

25 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: November 16th)

5'5"

She/Her

Bisexual

Professional Cellist

English/British because the game didn't give me a choice

Married at 26 (because the game gives you no option), will definitely have a couple kids at some point

No gross out factor - probably ate bugs as a kid. Probably will still eat a bug off the ground if dared to. Biggest point of pride is that she can do a backflip in heels. Loves fashion/beautiful clothes that are usually stupidly expensive. Biting her lip and making bedroom eyes at every single person but really just wants to fall in love and settle down. Hates confrontation/any sort of fight but also really wants to know everything about everyone's business. Good at being the mediator. Always the big spoon. Actually pretty buff - can absolutely bench you.

2. Eliza Ramskin

(Eliza after the official name of the porcelain apple doll sitting in a box on my cupboard but then I decided I didn't want it to stand for Elizabeth so now it stands for "A Lizard" after the rubber gecko pasted on my bedroom wall. Ramskin: a bad pun because of the game)

[1] , [2] (yes the little frog is supposed to be me)

Origin: Obey Me!

23 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: April 21st)

5'10"

They/Them

Queer

Wildlife Photographer

Has chronic pain

Has a scar over one eyebrow - will smugly tell you a cool story for it. In reality dropped a jar of peanut butter on their face. + top surgery scars

-> Essentially just om! gen MC with a background and name. Have you read my post about gen MC's canon facts? Have you read any of my gen MC theory posts, where I take individual canon facts & connect them to see what happens? Have you read any of my obey me! fics? Can you remember what general MC was like in them? Then you know exactly what Eliza is like. But still, here are some of my favourite parts:

Ambiguously human. Would fight God at 2am in a Denny's parking lot and WIN. They're very lowkey an asshole but underneath that they're kinda nice but underneath that they're a bigger asshole but underneath that they're even nicer and so on and so forth. Surprisingly down for murder. 0 self preservation + 0 shame + 0 fear + max drive & determination + max stubborness + max can do attitude + unconsciously charming + actually pretty strong + danger kink + horny = the world's greatest monster fucker.

3. Len

(Len's short for Lenora which she no longer goes by but irl named after my Lenova laptop, No surname.)

[1] , [2]

Origin: The Arcana

31 years (Birthday: June 7th)

5'11"

She/They

Bisexual

Same occupation as the game's MC

The only one who has a defined body shape in my mind and that body shape is plank of wood

Pitch black eyes that reflects no light. Vague cryptid energy. Stoic, cold yet thin polite smile that seems very surface level. Posture's so good just looking at her makes your back hurt. Warms up once you get to know her; is caring and gentle and understanding and soothing but also stuborn and tough/harsh/strict. Responsible but also has no problem breaking the law if needed. Dreams of travelling the world. Gives off black cat energy but is a dog person. Sadistic in both the sexy and unsexy way. Bad puns. So much untapped potential to be a super villain. I think I accidentally just created a female version of om!'s Lucifer...

4. Vale Knight

(Vale after welcome to night vale which I hadn't watched at the time, Knight from the same place but it's also a pun because of what happens to them in the game)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Last Legacy

28 years (July 10th)

6'0"

They/Them

Queer Polyamorous

Same occupation as the game's MC

Not only are they a weeb they're an ASSHOLE. The kind of person to get stabbed because their first instinct was to mock the mugger. Decided to dye their hair for cosplay once and then went "wait a minute -" A shameless flirt until someone flirts back and then they're a flustered annoyed mess. Had a lot of jobs over the years, currently a barista - doesn't want to be a barista forever but doesn't know what they want to do (other than gaming, watching movies/shows/anime, reading books/comics/manga) until they accidentally discover a passion for medicine and go to nursing school

5. River Bouwmeester

(River after Lake from Infinity Train which I've never watched, Bouwmeester because it's a Dutch surname meaning "master builder" because they work as a home renovater)

[1]

Origin: Monster Manor

27 years

5'1"

He/They

Queer

Same occupation as the game's MC

American (because the game gave me no choice) with probably Dutch origins from their father's side

Couple of big scars here and there

BIG "I can fix him energy". Moves around a lot = not much possibility for a long term stable relationship = oblivious and shy when it comes to romantic attraction. Strong, patient, practical. Very little can rattle them. Came from a long family line of home renovaters/builders (of the magic, strange & weird) but no close living family. Unironically loves bob the builder. Trying very hard to forget about the fact that they're extremely lonely by keeping up a very positive optimistic attitude. Their truck is their pride & joy. Absolutely loves their job even though it's what causes them to move about so much and so makes it hard to form close connections. Very friendly from the first moment but isn't tolerant of anyone's bullshit.

6. Roo Kidd

(Roo after the baby kangaroo from Winnie the Pooh, Kidd because the baby kangaroo was a kid. Surprisingly the actual meanings behind both names fit with their character/circumstances)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Twisted Wonderland

16 years (Birthday January 10th)

5'7"

He/They

Gay Demiromantic Asexual

Wears reading glasses

Lots of small scars from scrapes and scratches all along body

Always cold + loves cute clothes = wearing summer dresses and instantly regretting it. Head in the clouds 7 outta 10 times. Has never felt romantic attraction before - believed they never would and was 100% okay with that - so the one time they did start feeling it went "wow I'm really into this friendship" and stayed oblivious for an annoyingly long time. Also similarly oblivious to romantic attraction directed at them. Kinda klutzy. Big wet eyes. Big bright smile. A ball of sunshine but also really snarky. "This might as well happen" energy. Fast with quick reflexes and a sharp eye for detail. A cunning edge that comes out only during emergencies. Strength of a wet noodle though. Gets a shitty impromptu/accidental haircut that leads to him buzzing it all off and having to grow it back.

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trailerparkbard · 1 year

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Dancin' in the Dark [Part One] (A Gay Bar/Eddie Bartender AU)

shoutout to Bruce Springsteen a master of queer feelings ✌️

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley (Steve Harrington/OMC, Robing Buckley/OFC -- it's a gay bar au in the 80s friends, I'm sorry.)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Rating: T for right now but u know how it goes.

Content Notes: ehhh light feminization (nicknames)

The basement bar is loud and warm and crowded with bodies. Smoke from dozens of cigarettes fills the room, makes it feel shrouded like a dream. It is a dream in some ways. That this place exists at all is unbelievable. That it exists in the periphery of Hawkins is a fucking miracle.

The metal door slams shut behind them and they startle, shake out of the trance of ‘holy shit it’s real’ and move forward to become part of the tableau not just spectators. It feels like his first swim meet. Stepping up to the water with everyone’s eyes on him. Their expectations and his own, heavy around his neck as he slides in, proves he deserves to be here.

“Drinks first?” Robin asks and he ignores the slight shake in her voice and nods, eyes wide to match her own.

They move to the bar as one. Skin and hair, denim and flannel and leather and cotton and glass graze them, test them as they slowly make their way to wooden bar. Steve swears he felt a hand on his ass but doesn’t look back, doesn’t check, just blushes and keeps moving. He’s not used to this role. New meat, the pursued, young, unmoored and electrified.

They both cling to the sticky surface of the bar like it’s a sanctuary. Elbows and forearms anchoring them against the swell of bodies and desire. Steve looks sideways at Robin, pushing his hair back. Playing it off. Playing it cool. She sends him a grin in return, sees him. Before he can huff and tell her to shut up a pale hand covered in chunky jewelry knocks the wooden space between them. They both jump and turn their attention to the bartender. He smiles at their surprise, at seeing the same expression on two separate faces, all thick lips, sharp teeth and laugh lines.

He flips a stained bar towel over his shoulder and leans in to say “Welcome my little gay club virgins.” He lowers his lashes and takes his time strolling up Steve’s visible body from chest to hair like it’s nothing. ”What can I do you for?” and it is truly the worst line that has ever been uttered so seriously to Steve Harrington. But it hits its mark because he feels himself turning red, losing his focus. He forgets to scoff and roll his eyes. Just stands there with his mouth parted for a beat too long.

Robin laughs in his face, breaks the moment. “Dude. Does that ever work?” The bartender cackles and winks at her, at Steve. “Nah. But you can’t blame a guy for trying.” His smile is radiant. Joyful. Steve wants to feel that — to flirt without concern at anyone who catches his eye and not worry about anything — no fists or threats or his own corniness.

The guy pulls back, his his curly hair moving around him like it’s alive, acting on his manic energy. He slaps his palms on the bar rhythmically and raises his eyebrows, waiting.

“Two Miller Lights?” Steve orders — asks, like an idiot. He hums, leans forward again, invades Steve’s personal space. “I don’t know man. You sure you’re legal?” His eyes are deep brown and sparkling and Steve feels himself getting lost in the gaze. Opens his mouth to say something witty and sharp.

“Eddie!” Snaps someone else behind the bar and Eddie jerks away like he’s been smacked. “Stop flirting and get to work. We have a line, kid.” Eddie pouts and it’s theatrical. Steve wants to bite his lower lip, is shocked by that desire. “You’re so mean, Wayne,” he whines but obediently pulls out two bottles and pops the tops off. He leans back over, one beer in each hand and looks from one to the other, assessing. He’s serious now, voice lower. Something shifted. “If anyone gives you trouble come find me.” His eyes are on Steve. He waits for a nod before he releases the glass and moves back. Winks and twirls to the next customer. Leaving Steve and Robin alone to look at each other and laugh, yelling “What the hell?” with their eyebrows.

They turn their back to the bar and, protective beers in hand, scan the crowd. It's 11:30 on a Friday night and Steve and Robin breathe into the world of possibility around them.

By beer number three they're dancing together, wild and free. Loose-limbed and laughing in a way they haven't in a while -- and never around others. All the anxiety from earlier vanishing under a varnish of sweat.

Steve feels giddy when strong hands circle his waist, pull him close. He leans back into the hard chest of the man who's made his move, silently screaming "oh my god, oh my god" at Robin like he is an actual virgin. Robin is grinning and trying to tell Steve without words how hot he is, how he should go for it. He shores himself up and spins around, hands already reaching up to loop around a stranger's neck before he even knows what he looks like.

It's a thrill when this man tugs him close, lets Steve feel his dick's attention through his jeans. He's got a mustache. It's not Steve's favorite look but he's into it tonight. He's into it now. The guy grips his ass and Steve feels like he's on fire. They make out right there on the dance floor surrounded by other couples doing the exact same thing. It's messy, wet, a little too much and just enough. Steve loves it.

He pulls away when the song changes, realizes he Robin isn't next to him anymore. He looks around and finds her swaying in time with a girl. Robin's fingers are tugging a little wayward curl from her perm as she leans close. Steve allows himself a moment of internal applause for her moves, the student learning from the master. He relaxes into feeling safe and sways his way back to the bar for another round.

It takes Eddie a moment to notice him in the row of bodies vying for his attention and access to liquor. He slides over, ignoring the folks waiting, gives Steve a warm smile with a little wickedness tucked into the corner.

"Can I get--" Eddie puts up one finger and presses it against the lips of the guy who tried to jump into the silence to order. "Shhh, wait your turn. Princess comes first." He exaggerates his attention, drapes himself over the bar, curls a hand under his chin and blinks (big, beautiful) eyes at Steve. "Having fun, princess?" he asks like there's not a crowd around them trying to get a drink. Steve frowns at the nickname but it doesn't last. He feels too good, this guy is ridiculous and he likes it. "'M not a princess but yeah, Eddie, I'm having fun." Eddie's face lights up like this is the best news he's received all evening. He clutches his chest. "Aww! princess! You learned my name!"

"It's Steve," says Steve with a huff. Eddie laughs, pop's the top to his next bottle and passes it over.

"Oh sweetheart, I know what your name is," Eddie purrs. Steve feels heat prickle and rush all over his body -- can't form a response before Eddie is already gone, moved on to the next person trying to find get some social lubrication.

Steve dances the rest of the night away. Kisses three more men and is completely hard by the time the lights flick on. It's the best night he's ever had.

He finds Robin curled in a booth with the same girl as before. They're kissing and Robin has her hand on her neck and she has her hand on the side of Robin's boob. Steve slides into the seat across form them. "Hello ladies," he sings. He shakes his head when they don't even pause. He knocks the table and Robin jumps, presses her lips together and looks wildly around until she narrows her eyes at Steve. He grins, unbridled joy. "Hey Robs! Good to see you!" She rolls her eyes. Steve gestures around the bar, the lights the change in mood, everyone moving towards leaving. "Figured I should check on you crazy kids. Don't want you to get locked in when they close for the night." Robin wrinkles her nose, laughs sarcastically him and turns back to her date, eyes soft. She tilts her head at him. "Sorry about this guy, but um yeah. This was fun. Like really fun and uh." The girl laughs, slips some space between them. "Yeah, it was," her voice is quiet and her cheeks are red. She looks up at Robin, hopeful when she says "maybe we could do it again sometime."

The girls make their plans. It's a simple as a "Next week?" "Next week." and Steve saying, loud, annoying "of course I'll drive you next week, Robin, you don't even have to ask."

Steve can't wait.

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pieces of part 2

#steddie #steddie fic #fan fic #steve harrington/eddie munson #gay bar au #bartender au #I cannot wait for eddie to climb over that bar and fuck steve (up) (with love)

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This isn't really a question but I had a LMK AU idea. Macaque and Sun Wukong are mates pre JTTW. They have a kid named Sun Xiaotian (nicknamed little loquat). When Sun Wukong is sealed under the mountain and Flower Fruit Mountain is burned, Xiaotian perishes in the fire (Macaque burns alive too but survives unlike little Xiaotian). Sun Wukong has no idea. Macaque stays until he's sure Flower Fruit Mountain will survive on its own then he disappears never to be seen or heard of again. (A little scene in my head is Macaque burying Xiaotian with a mango seed to symbolise him always watching over him).

Fast forward to present day LMK, everything goes as canon except maybe Sun Wukong being more depressing and sad. At some point there is a reveal where they find out MK is the reincarnated soul of little Xiaotian. Sun Wukong doesn't really believe it because "why would the heavens allow my son to reincarnate? Wouldn't they do their best to prevent that" (I'm sure you can guess where this is going lol).

The Shadow Play scene is different because no Macaque, maybe it's the Mayor with the Shadow Lantern??

Then there is the fight with Lady Bone Demon where she reveals a secret weapon, a very large monkey-like vengeful spirit that is completely feral. As they are about to defeat it she reveals it's the soul of Macaque.

So what's happened is that Macaque went into the Underworld and make a deal with Yama. Xiaotian gets to reincarnate with good karma and Yama gets Macaque's eternal soul to be punished as he sees fit. Yama agreed and Macaque will spend the next several hundred years being forced to relive his son dying in his arms and being burnt alive. He's obviously driven mad by the experience.

Now here's where you get either a sad ending or a happy one.

Sad ending - they defeat Lady Bone Demon but Macaque is beyond repair and they either destroy his soul to end his suffering or Sun Wukong spends the rest of eternity guarding a sealed/locked away Macaque.

Happy ending- they defeat Lady Bone Demon and Macaque goes back to the underworld because LBD is no longer keeping him on the mortal plain. They go on a journey to the Underworld and retrieve Macaque's soul. They discover that he will not hurt MK which gives them hope that he can be healed. There is a scene where they accidentally destroy the Shadow Lantern which they discover had a small piece of Macaque's soul in it. So he has a bit of an anchor and they are able to bring him back. The end.

Another little tid bit-

The mango seed Macaque buried with Xiaotian grows into a massive tree, and intertwined in it's roots is a loquat tree. This image was why the AU idea didn't immediately vacate my brain once it finished lol.

Couldn't really decide on what the call the AU, I was considering calling it the Karma AU. Because Macaque and Xiaotian's suffering was karma for Sun Wukong, and then Macaque's deal was karma for Xiaotian. And the suffering of his parents was karma for Xiaotian. You get the idea.

Other character's fates are optional.

Okay I'm done, I just had to share because I love your ideas and wanted to share mine.

Peace out ✌️

That's a really angsty AU, but you know me, I love angst.

And the idea of using Mayor for the Shadow Play episode is so good because that would turn so much creepier than the canon one!

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid #monkie kid au #Karma au #monkie kid karma au #yeah that's a good name for it #winter answer #winterpower98

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Girl, I just woke up and saw you posted ch 18 😩

But also, I'm not even mad like some of the other readers, I just KNEW he'd pull this sort of shit right before the wedding lol. Bai really is stupid as hell by asking Y/n to sing their couple song to Chan, especially after finding out Chan was messaging Y/n. Like, I get Bai has her head too far up her own ass to realize Chan is still in love with Y/n, but she was so into making Y/n uncomfortable that she literally didn't even consider Chan would feel something about the song?? 😂

Lmao and once a cheater, always a cheater. Chan being consistent for once 😬 Really hope though that a bunch of people witness the kiss or something else happens to destroy Bai and bring drama to this rehearsal dinner, AND THEN Y/n realizes Chan isn't right for her either way. She was thinking of Felix during most of the song, she was already missing him and the time they spend together, and she was thinking about Felix's happiness when she didn't want to be a reminder of negative feelings. That HAS to count for something once she uses her brain a little bit!

Y/n better still be saying "I deserve to be happy" to herself because Chan is NOT where that happiness is going to come from.

Anyways, hope your work day goes well and that you're not gonna come back too bombarded with people being mad lol. I'm just out here trying to resist singing "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" again but with the full trumpets and everything 😅

-👻✌️

I really just posted it and dipped--

Bai is the dumbest person in the whole world, did NOT think that through. All she cared about was torturing Y/nnie.

The only thing he's been consistent about is his cheating and indecisiveness.

Y/n is still saying it! But this might have put a wrench in her little daily affirmation mindset.

Work was ass and I was bombarded with ppl being mad but it was fun. I love chaos. Can't Take My Eyes Off You is stuck in my head until further notice 😅 Hope you had a great day!

#feelbokkie answers #dlmlu press tour #dlmlu smau spoilers #👻✌️ anon

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Please enjoy this slowburn trauma filled nerd boy/jock girl teammates on a roller derby team AU where the author has no idea how to play sports or how to get a PhD ✌️

Hope you can all forgive me for my utter lack of roller derby knowledge and my lack of knowledge of higher education, I went to art school

The first time Hunter saw the girl boxing at his gym was about a year before he started working at Eda's secondhand store and introduced his new coworker Luz to his step-sister Amity, and they started dating. The girl was midfight gaze focused so hard it looked like it could cut steel, sweat dripped down her skin landing on the mat bellow her feet, and her movements were precise, practiced, and the strength behind them was obvious. He tried not to notice the way the muscles on her exposed arms and legs flexed with her every move, but he would be lying if he said he didn't end up watching her more than once while he ran his set on the treadmil. It was made even worse when she inevitably won the fight and turned into possibly the sweetest person on the planet, she helped her oponent up off the matt, thanked them for a good fight and asked for them to do it again sometime before she giggled and he could almost see cartoon flowers sprouting around her. Ever since that day, he went to the gym a lot more often. Amity and the twins referred to her as his gym crush and were absolutely relentless anytime they saw him in workout clothes. And now she was at the store he worked at looking through the jewelry just an aisle away. He was hanging by a thread.

"Hey, nerd," Luz said as she walked through the door of the shop. "Amity said she gave you her black dress. I've been sent to pick it up." She said as she approached the front counter.

"Yeah, here." Hunter said, reaching under the counter and pulled the duffel Amity had given him that morning. Luz nodded in thanks before turning and noticing the girl from his gym in the aisles.

"Oh, hey, Willow's here." Hunter's head snapped to her, and an expression of pure terror took over his face.

"What?"

"That's Willow, my roommate." She raised her hand to gesture to the other girl, but Hunter snatched her hand out of the air. "Hey-"

"You don't know her." He said frantically.

"What? Yes, I do," Luz said incredulously.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

"Hunter, she's literally my best friend, we've been roommates since college. I've known her way longer than I've known you."

"No, you can't know her. Because if you know her then I'm going to have to know her and I can't know her." As he spoke, he knew he sounded like a maniac, but at the moment, he didn't care. The woman he had been watching from afar for almost a year, the woman he had accepted he was never going to talk to, the woman who the mere thought of made him a blushing stuttering mess was suddenly the roommate of his sister's girlfriend and there was no way he was going to be able to be normal about it.

"Hunter, what the hell are you talking about?"

He cringed knowing that there was no escape and that he'd have to tell Luz exactly why he could never speak to her roommate. With the next words out of his mouth, Luz would understand the problem in an instant, but would also cause him a lot of grief in the very near future.

"She goes to my gym." Luz's eyes widened slowly, and her smile grew like the cheshire cat as she realized just what that meant.

"Wait, are you telling me, that my roommate is your gym crush?" She asked in stage whisper excitement clear in every syllable.

"I really really don't wanna say yes."

"Edric, Emira, and Amity are gonna love this."

"Oh, Luz," Willow's voice startled the two at the counter. Hunter jumped away from Luz, a blush covering his cheeks as he was finally face to face with the woman he'd been semi stalking at the gym for almost a year. She spoke as she walked up to the counter with a little bejeweled bee shaped barrette in her hands. "I thought you were off today."

"I am. Just had to pick something up for Amity. Have you met Hunter?" Luz spoke quickly, turning to Hunter with a mischievous grin. Willow turned to Hunter slightly put off by the weird behavior of her roommate.

"No, I don't think- Oh! Wait, we go to the same gym, don't we?" Willow slapped her hand down on the counter excitedly in realization.

Hunter swallowed his cheeks on fire, she recognized him, "Um y-yeah we do. I've seen you boxing. You're really good."

Willow grinned from ear to ear and he felt like he was going to melt into the floor, "Thank you! I know." She said confidently but not conceited.

"Oh yeah, she's got medals and trophies," Luz interjected. "And not just for boxing, for tons of sports. My roomie's a total jock." Luz turned to Hunter and in an instant her eyes lit up with an idea. "In fact, Hunter you roller skate, right?"

"Yeah, I do." Hunter said slowly, his brows furrowed, confused by the change of topic.

"Because you know I remember Amity said that you and Darius go like once a week." She turned to Willow, "It's a really cute story actually-"

"I don't think she needs to hear-" Luz continued on as though Hunter hadn't even spoken.

"When Darius first adopted him, he wanted to find an activity to do together and they tried all kinds of stuff before finding out they both liked roller skating and they've been going ever since. Hunter's gotten pretty good at it over the years." As Luz spoke Hunter made eye contact with Willow and she gave him a knowing smile and scrunched her nose at him in apology for her roommate. He prayed she thought his red cheeks were from Luz and not from her smiling at him. "Anyways, the reason I bring this up-"

"Is because I captain a roller derby team and just lost a player." Willow interjected.

"Exactly! So I was thinking..." Luz trailed off and gestured with her hands between the two of them. Willow giggled covering her mouth with her hand in a way Hunter absolutely did not find adorable. Willow pulled out her phone opening an empty contact page.

"Here," Willow held out her phone to Hunter. "I'll text you the info."

"Oh, I-I don't think I'd be very good at roller derby." Hunter said.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm desperate. We've got a match this weekend, so if you can skate, you're in." She pushed her phone in front of him even more, and he clumsily took it from her nervously typing his information, trying desperately not to think about the fact that this meant his gym crush would have his number now.

He handed the phone back to her, and she smiled, "Perfect! I'll text you." He could feel his cheeks light up, and his brain just kept replaying her words over and over again. I'll text you. Fuck. He was doomed.

She pulled a ten dollar bill out of her purse and placed it down on the counter. As she spoke, she slipped the bee barrette in place in her hair, and all Hunter could think was how pretty it looked on her.

"Keep the change. I gotta go to work," she turned to Luz. "I have to make sure the new guy doesn't kill any of the plants in the nursery." She glanced once more at Hunter as she started to walk towards the door. "It was nice to meet you!"

"Y-yeah, you too." Hunter watched her smile at him once more before slipping out the door. "I really hate you, you know." He said with eyes on the door, and Luz cackled.

"Oh, come on, bro, I'm totally wingmanning you the way you did with me and your sister."

"I didn't wingman you, she just gave me a ride my first day and you were so distracted staring at her that you knocked over a box of silverware then made a dumb joke about buying it to have dinner with her and for some unknown reason she laughed."

"Exactly, just follow my lead, and you'll totally be dating my roommate in no time."

"I feel like you don't listen to me."

"I hear you loud and clear, dude. I'm so gonna get you a girlfriend."

His phone buzzing interrupted them. He looked down to see a text from an unfamilar number.

"Is that Willow?" Luz asked smug.

"No." It was.

"Liar." Damn her.

Hey! It's willow 🌼 ^-^

Also if Luz is still being Luz remind her she has something to get to Amity and she'll practically run out the door

He smiled at her message and looked back up at Luz, "As much as I would love to continue this conversation, doesn't Amity need that dress?"

Luz narrowed her eyes at him and snagged the duffel off the countertop, "Tell Willow I am not as predictable as she thinks I am."

"So you're not going to leave now or?" He asked smirking at her.

"Of course I'm going to leave now, I just don't wanna give Willow the satisfaction." Luz walked to the door, stopping right before it would close. "And just for that, I'm so gonna show Willow those pictures of you from last year's Renaissance fair."

Hunter rolled his eyes as the door slammed closed behind her, turning back to his phone

Hunter:

You're a genius, she couldn't get out of here fast enough

Willow:

😂 idk if id say i was a genius just an expert in Luz

And im sorry we kinda pushed you into joining my team, you dont have to if you dont want to

But if youre in id be down to schedule some practices we can do some one on one so youre more confident before joining the team

Hunter stared down at the phone in his hands blush creeping onto his cheeks as he thought about what she'd just said. One on one practices with just the two of them. He knew he should tell her he can't play roller derby, that he hasn't played any kind of sport since high school, and most of his accolades now were all academic, but he also knew there was no way he was going to be able to say no to her. His fingers were typing before he could register he was doing it.

Hunter:

It's ok. I'm in

He bit his lip nervously as he typed the next message.

And I'm free tomorrow if you want to practice then

He hit send before he could rethink himself and then he panicked for the entire forty-six seconds it took for her to reply

Willow:

Perfect! Im free tomorrow too ^^

At that, Hunter promptly dropped his phone.

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Hunter woke up the next morning and instantly his nerves over the practice he had with Willow later that day flooded his system. He decided to just throw on a jacket and his reading glasses and headed out of his studio straight to the library. Losing himself in his thesis was always the best way to calm his nerves or at least serve as a good enough distraction. He had surrounded himself with books by the time a voice startled him out of his research bubble.

"Hunter?" He looked up to see Willow standing in front of him looking completely put together in cute overall shorts and a yellow crop top that matched perfectly with her gold wire framed glasses and little yellow sunflower shaped crossbody purse. While he was suddenly struck with the realization that he had left the house in his pajamas from the night before, with his hair a mess, his bulky red reading glasses slipping their way down his nose.

"Willow!" He said much too loud, his face and ears on fire. "You're here. At the library."

"What just because I play sports doesn't mean I can't read." She teased him.

"That's not- I didn't mean-"

She giggled at his reaction and slipped into the seat across from him. She put the book in her hands on the table in front of her, revealing the cover to be a cheesy romance novel with an oil painting for the cover.

"I know it's super low brow, but they're sort of a guilty pleasure, and a new one just came out so."

"So library."

"Exactly," she smiled at him and his stomach did somersaults. "What about you? What are all of these for?" She gestured to the piles circling him in.

"Oh, um, they're for my PhD. My thesis is about the history of witchcraft practices in European cultures and how witch hunters tie into religious fundamentalism today."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I know. You're bored already." He joked, keeping his tone light.

"What? No, of course not." She was sincere in her response.

"It's okay, an old coworker once told me that how bored it made her was only made worse by how annoying my voice is." Willow couldn't help it the comment surprised her so much she laughed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, that's not funny, that's so mean. I shouldn't be laughing." She said through her laughter. Hunter was just focused on the fact that he'd made her laugh over anything else.

"It's okay. When I told the twins about it, they were a lot worse."

"For the record, I don't think your voice is annoying."

"Thanks, but you don't have to lie to me everyone says it is."

"I'm not lying, I'd actually really love to hear you explain your thesis."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not. Promise." She held out her pinky finger in front of him. He looked from her finger back to her eyes, and something he saw in them made him believe her. He smiled and locked his pinky with hers before launching into the research he had done that day. She just rested her chin on her hand and watched him with a smile.

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As he was fumbling with his keys at his apartment door with her right behind him, Hunter had no idea what compelled him to invite her back to his apartment other than that when he'd told her he needed to change before they went to the rink to practice, the fact that his apartment was right around the corner just slipped from his mouth. She had agreed to go back with him instantly with that adorable perfect smile, and now twenty-four hours after he had met his dream girl, she was going to be in his apartment. He felt like he was going to pass out, stuff like this didn't happen to him.

When he was finally able to open the door and reveal his apartment to her, Hunter realized he really should not have let her come over. It had been a while since anyone but him had been in his place and he'd forgotten just how many books he had, even with the two almost floor to ceiling bookshelves there were still piles of them all over the floor, opened books on his bed, books piled up on the couch, the coffee table, even some on the kitchen counters. But what he found himself regretting most were the figurines and posters and the multiple sided dice strewn all over the apartment.

"You could open another library in here." She said, looking over his shoulder through the open door.

He cringed, "Yeah, I haven't really had any visitors since I moved here." He said, rushing to clear some books from the couch, his route through the maze of book piles practiced.

Willow watched him from the door with a fond look before slowly following him, keeping her head down at her feet. She had almost reached the couch when Hunter snapped back up and turned to face her, knocking her off balance.

"Oh!" She reached out to him instinctively as she fell forward, he tried to catch her but was just as caught off guard by her as she was by him, his knees buckled under him and he fell back on the now book free couch with her on top of him.

It took a moment for the world to catch up with him, he got lost in the fact that he could feel her hands against his chest and the weight of her body against his own, her head down, her breath against his neck, his arms wrapped around her waist and as she slowly lifted her head to look him in the eye her warm breath fogged the edge of his reading glasses. He knew his face was on fire as he realized she was so close he had to cross his eyes slightly to look into hers. Hunter tried to stop himself, but he couldn't help the quick glance he stole down at her lips.

"Hun-" her voice snapped him back to the moment, and in an instant, he had moved her off of him standing up and leaving her sitting confused on the couch.

"Um- I- I should go- um go get changed and um... yeah." He said scrambling away from the couch tripping over a couple book piles making his way to his dresser grabbing the clothes he'd set aside for their practice and stumbled his way into the bathroom slamming the door by how hard he pressed his body against it.

He let himself sink to the floor and burried his face in his hands, he could feel how hot his face was, knowing the red blush was probably covering his neck and ears too. Hunter couldn't believe he'd just run away from her like that.

He stood up from the floor, trying to shove his embarrassment down and got dressed as quickly as he could, leaving his reading glasses behind on the sink. He opened the door only to be greeted by Willow standing on the other side, leaning against the doorframe, waiting for him.

"You okay?" She asked at the sight of him. He cringed at himself, feeling his cheeks heat up at the memory of what just happened.

"Yeah, I'm ok, that was- I mean I um... We should get going, yeah?" He pointed to the apartment door, hoping she would take the change in subject and let the other drop.

"Okay," she nodded before kicking off the doorframe and walking to the door. She stood by the door knob forcing him to stand close to her as he opened it for her, she kept her eyes on him the whole time and he wished he could ignore the way her gaze made his skin itch. The way she looked into his eyes as she slipped through the door, keeping eye contact with him the whole time made him feel like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

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She changed into her roller derby uniform when they got to the rink, and he tried not to focus on how he could see the way her biceps flexed exposed from her tank top. He prayed she thought his red face was from exertion, and not all the times she had to touch him to teach the full contact moves as she went through the different tactics and strategies. Hunter had never been truly hopeless when it came to sports or anything like that, he had done martial arts as a kid and he could hold his own in the average gym class, but he'd never played a team sport before and even just working with Willow alone he could tell he was going to be out of his ellement. She promised that they'd practice with the full team before the match that weekend and that it would be easier to get the whole picture with them there and a little voice in the back of his head wondered why she would suggest a one on one practice if it would ultimately be easier with the whole team. Of course, then she'd grabbed his arms to correct his posture or something, and he got lost in the point of contact instead.

It was close to the end of the time Willow had reserved at the rink when it happened. She was skating backwards in front of him explaining the intricacies of different plays and Hunter had gained enough confidence in his abilities to let himself get lost in the sound of her voice and the green of her eyes. His skate caught on something he didn't see, pitching him forward, crashing right into Willow in front of him.

"Ack!" He watched as her eyes widened, realizing too late what was about to happen, as his body hit hers, he felt as her arms instinctually wrapped around his torso. He held out his arms letting them take the most impact against the ground, but he couldn't prevent the rest of his body from making a solid collision with hers as she hit the ground and for the second time that day one of them was on top of the other.

When Hunter opened his eyes next, he was staring straight down at Willow's, their noses a hair's breadth away from brushing. Her eyes dropped to his lips in a way that he couldn't not notice her doing it. In that moment, Hunter wished he was a different person, one who wouldn't feel like they were going to have a panic attack from being close to a cute girl. He pushed off against the ground fast, surprising her enough to break the lose hold she had around his waist, and he moved to sit up on the ground next to her.

"Sorry, I uh-" Hunter stuttered as she sat up, he could still see the pink dusting on her cheeks.

"It's okay," she smiled at him and his chest felt like it had been lit up like a forest fire. "People fall, especially when they're on roller skates." He couldn't help the smile that grew as she giggled. "We should probably get cleaned up anyway." Hunter felt like he was imagining it, but she almost sounded disappointed. "I'll schedule a practice with the rest of the team, they'll all be so excited to meet you." She patted his knee as she got up to her feet, she held her out to him still on the ground. He knew he was blushing as he took her hand and let her pull him up to his feet.

"Thanks," he let his hand fall from hers. "I hope I don't mess up this match for you guys." He rubbed the back of his neck self consciously.

"You can't." She said it so definitively that Hunter felt like he had to believe her. "Even if we lose and even if it's because of something you may or may not do, you won't mess up the match. Every game, win or lose, has something you can learn from and something you did right, there's value in the losses and failure in the wins. But as long as you try to do your best, you could never mess it up, it's just impossible." She patted him on the shoulder with a smile."Besides, what sport isn't already a mess?" She said before skating off to the girl's locker room.

Hunter felt stuck like someone had nailed his feet to the ground, and he stared after her. Flashes of memories and echoes of a voice playing in his head a direct contrast to what she'd just said. The life he'd had as a child before Darius had adopted him flooding back, the fear of failure that had been instilled within him, the pain that came with the smallest of mistakes, the almost daily affirmations that he didn't deserve anything good or to be happy or to hope for anything more than the life he had before Darius. It all bounced around his mind, swirling like a vortex threatening to pull him in, but in the center was her.

He couldn't believe a person like her even existed and that she wanted anything to do with him. After everything he had been through, everything he'd done to win the favor of a man whose favor was supposed to be unconditional, somehow Hunter had the attention of a woman who really shouldn't even know he exists.

The laughing conversation of the group who'd reserved the space after them walking through the door broke Hunter from his spiraling. He took a shaky breath before he skated off to the men's locker room, the last thing Hunter needed to think about right now was him.

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After an awkward goodbye at the rink door where she hugged him and he ended up watching her till she disappeared around the street corner the next time he heard from her was the next day when she informed him they'd be having a practice with the rest of the team the day before the match. He did his best not to focus on just how anxious the thought of meeting a group of new people and then having to learn how to play a sport with them made him, but he was very much not successful. He went to the library every free moment between then and the next practice, and on the day of, he showed up to rink twenty minutes early.

Sitting in the rink lobby with a library book he'd just picked up doing his best to tune out the world around him, a unfamilar voice pulled him back.

"Hey? Are you Hunter?" Hunter looked up to see a younger man in a roller derby uniform that clearly belonged to the same team as Willow's.

Hunter scrambled to stand up holding out his hand, "Yes, hi, that's me." The other man took his hand shaking it with a grin.

"Great to meet you! I'm Gus. Willow's been telling me all about you."

"All good things I hope."

"Oh yeah," the smile Gus gave him felt like he knew something Hunter didn't. "It's definitely all good things."

"Um ok," Hunter looked at Gus, thoroughly confused.

The door to the rink opened with Willow, pushing her way through stealing the attention of both men. Her face lit up at the sight of them, a smile instantly taking over her face.

"Gus! Hunter! You guys are here. I hope you haven't been waiting long."

"Oh no, don't worry," Gus waved his hand as if waving away her concern. "We've only just gotten to meet. I haven't had time to ask any incriminating questions yet." He smirked at Willow, and a light blush dusted the bridge of her nose.

"You talk like I don't have Matt's number." Willow said poking Gus in the side as she walked to him. He laughed and flinched away from her, holding his hands up in surrender.

"I said nothing, I swear." Gus laughed as Willow huffed at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

Hunter felt lost watching them bounce back and forth, wishing he knew what exactly was going on with them, but he just felt awkwardly out of the loop. In the presence of two people who were such close friends, they could probably communicate without words. Feeling like the third wheel until all of a sudden in one singular moment, something shifted, and they both turned to him involving him in the conversation, dragging him along with their casual teasing and easy topic changes. On a dime, everything had changed, and the two of them seamlessly integrated him into their dynamic. In just one instant, it was as if he'd known them for years.

When they were joined by Skara and Viney, the final two members of the team they got right into the practice. Watching Willow switch from sweet friend goofing around to serious team captain giving marching orders and correcting positions, zipping around on the rink to make sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to was a transition Hunter felt like he could addicted to.

Getting used to working with a team was difficult at first, but as the practice went on, he found the manuvers getting easier, and the teamwork became seamless. And after he'd successfully pulled off a new manuver throwing his fists up in the air with woop as the team clapped and cheered him the smile he caught on Willow's face almost made him fall on his face. It was such a revelation to him that even as they were taking their practice seriously, the team was laughing, joking, and having fun with each other. Hunter felt like he fit with them in a way he'd never fit anywhere else. It occurred to him that he might have to actually thank Luz for getting him to play on this team, he cringed at the thought.

"Alright, team, great work today. I think we really found a good rhythm with our new member. We're gonna crush tomorrow's match for sure." Willow said as the team skated to the benches, grabbing their water bottles and sitting to rest.

Hunter was the last to walk out of the lockerroom and as he approached Willow and Gus in the lobby the two were having a hushed conversation that seemed quite tense if the way Willow violently shushed Gus as Hunter joined them was any indication.

"Hey, Hunter," she said, turning to him with a tense smile.

"Hi?" Hunter responded, looking between them confused. Gus nudged Willow none too gently with his elbow.

"You live near the rink, right?" She blurted out.

"Um yeah, I do."

"Great! I'll walk with you." Willow smiled, taking Hunter's arm slipping hers in the crook of his elbow. Hunter knew he was blushing as he let himself be led to the door by her. "Bye, Gus!" She called over her shoulder.

"Bye, Willow! Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Gus said with a smirk as Willow separated from Hunter to open the door, she turned and stuck her tongue out at him. Gus just laughed before turning to Hunter. "It was great meeting you, Hunter."

Hunter smiled, "It was great meeting you too. I'll see you tomorrow, Gus."

"Yeah, I'll see you then, and I hope you'll decide to become a permanent member of the team." Gus clapped Hunter on the shoulder as he walked out the door, Willow still held open, walking the opposite direction of Hunter's place.

Hunter turned to Willow, "Permanent member?"

She shrugged as she walked out the door, "If you want the spot, it's yours." He followed after her the two walking side by side down the street. "The team loves you, and you're pretty good for a total beginner."

"Huh," he tried to sound casual even as her words made his insides feel like molten lava. "I'll have to think about it." He said as if he wasn't incapable of saying no to her.

"Yeah, no pressure. I know your thesis is probably taking up a lot of your time. I would hate it if this interfered with it." The way she spoke with such genuine concern and thought for his schedule and his thesis made butterflies swell in his stomach.

"Thanks, but uh, I think this might be worth making time for." When she smiled at him, he knew he would never get tired of the way it made his breath stutter.

The rest of the walk was filled with casual conversation and comfortable laughter Hunter barely realized when they'd reached his apartment building until they were standing right in front of it. He stopped in front of the door, turning to face Willow as she turned to face him. Absently, he thought she was standing kind of close.

"Well, um, I uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He said, and her eyes looked down away from his. He would swear the smile she gave him when she looked up again was disappointed.

"Right, tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Willow." He found himself whispering it to her like he almost didn't want to say it. Her smile this time just felt sad as she leaned in, wrapping him in a hug.

"Goodnight, Hunter." He wrapped his arms around her briefly before she pulled away. For a moment as they were separating still wrapped in each other's arms, their eyes locked, and Hunter felt like he should lean down the few inches separating them and kiss her.

But instead, he let his arms drop to his side, and Willow took a couple steps back. She looked at him like she had something she really wanted to tell him, but she kept her lips pressed together and looked down at her feet before turning and walking away down the street. Hunter was planted to the spot, unable to stop watching her till she disappeared from view. He couldn't help the feeling that he'd done something wrong.

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"Willow! What the hell is Matt doing here?" Gus skated up to Willow and Hunter as people were filtering into the rink finding seats before the match started. Hunter looked over Gus' shoulder to see as a shorter man with what Luz would probably call a TikTok eboy haircut and dried paint flecks dotting his arms walked through the door looking down at his phone obviously trying to look casual.

"Well, I sent out a mass text about the match today. I guess his number must have found its way in there." Willow said with an air of fake innocence and a cheeky smile.

"You're a sadist."

"I would respond, but he's right behind you."

"Hey, Gus." Hunter watched as Gus' eyes grew to the size of saucers, and he spun around quickly to face Matt.

"Hey, Matt! You're here," Gus said with a smile Hunter could only describe as lovesick.

"Yeah, I uh, I wouldn't miss it." Matt fidgeted with his hands and matched Gus' lovesick expression.

Willow turned to Hunter and gestured with her head for the two of them to leave Matt and Gus alone.

"So, who is Matt exactly?" Hunter asked when they were far enough not to be overheard.

"He's a carpenter that built some shelves for me to store potted plants whom I then connected with Gus to build some sets for one of his productions, and now they're partners in a theater. By the way, never ever enter that theater when they're midproduction. Their fights are legendary."

Hunter looked back at the two men who were currently looking at each other like shy lovesick teenagers fidgeting nervously as they talked to each other, and he wondered just what their fighting could possibly look like. As he was watching the couple, he was able to see as Luz, Amity, Edric, and Emira walked through the door. It had occurred to him that they would all come to this match, but it had not occurred to him yet that that meant they would be meeting Willow, whom Luz knew was his gym crush, the same crush his three step siblings were relentless in teasing him about, and Luz was dating one of his siblings, which meant she would definitely have told them all about her roommate being his gym crush. The realization hit him full force in that moment as the three of them locked eyes on him, and the smiles they all gave him confirmed that the three of them really were all related. He cringed and turned to Willow.

"I'll be right back," he skated over to the group of four before they could reach him and Willow.

"Hey, Hunter. Is that her?" Emira asked, peering over his shoulder at Willow.

"Yeah that's Willow alright," Amity said teasingly.

"She's pretty," Edric said, copying Emira's movement over Hunter's other shoulder.

"I get it," Emira said with a lecherous look.

"Me too," Edric grinned looking Willow up and down.

"Ok, the two of you are going to have to stop being yourselves before you're allowed to meet her."

"Totally," Emira nodded.

"Definitely," Edric nodded. "One problem." He held up his index finger.

"Itty bitty problem." Emira held her fingers close together.

"Your girlfriend has other plans."

"Hi, you must be-" Willow started approaching the group from behind Hunter. Emira slipped around Hunter's side to take Willow's hand, shaking it.

"Emira."

Edric copied the movement slipping around Hunter's other side and taking Willow's opposite hand, crossing her arms in front of herself like an X.

"Edric."

"Pleasure to meet you both," Willow giggled at their antics. Emira and Edric executed a move where they spun Willow around by her arms so her back would face Hunter, uncrossing her arms in the process.

"Oh, please, the pleasure is all ours," Emira said as they spun. "We've been absolutely dying to meet you."

"Truly, we have. Now, you must tell us how many times Hunter fell on his face when you guys were practicing." Willow giggled again as the twins refused to let go of her hands and even leaned into her with matching flirty grins. Hunter could feel his cheeks heating up as they did their best to not only embarrass him but get on his nerves as much as possible by flirting with her.

"I can't believe you let them come here," he muttered to Amity.

"Hey, if I had to deal with this when they met Luz, so do you."

Hunter just steamed as he watched Willow giggle at his step-siblings until it was time for the match to begin. Once he hit the track, the rest of the rink disappeared, and he lost himself in the game and his teammates instead of his family in the stands.

They were down to the wire, and this last point would determine the winner. He made eye contact with Skara, and she nodded at him. The next second, they were moving together to support Willow. She barely acknowledged them, her focus on the match, the only motion she gave was a quick glance out of the corner of her eyes. And then, before he knew it, they'd successfully gotten Willow passed the blockers and scored enough points before the buzzer went off clinching the victory for their team.

The audience errupted into cheers and before he knew he was doing it Hunter had skated his way to Willow practically running into her as he scooped her up in his arms lifting her in the air spinning, the two laughing and screaming, lost in the celebration of the moment. He let her slip down in his arms until her feet touched the ground again, she was still wrapped in his arms, their bodies pressed together, her hands on his shoulders and the position reminded him of the night before when he had the thought to kiss her.

"I'll do it. I'll take the spot." He said, staring down into her eyes.

"Huh?" Her brows scrunched in confusion.

"You said there was a permanent spot on the team, and I could have it if I wanted it. Well, I want it." Willow's confused expression disappeared as a grin took over her face, before she could respond the rest of the team crashed into them turning their intimate hug into a group hug celebration.

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It had been Skara who suggested the team go out to the club and celebrate, she knew the bouncer and most of the staff from DJing there time to time, so she was able to get the team and all of their guests in free and easy. Hunter really wished he could have come up with a good excuse to get out of it, though. He'd always hated clubs, and this one wasn't really an exception, the music was too loud, the drinks were overpriced, and the entire place was too crowded. Mostly, he was there because when Willow asked him if he was going, the twins had materialized over his shoulders to instantly say he was.

Now, he was standing in the back of the club away from everyone leaning against the wall, wincing at the mass of people in front of him. Willow walked up to him, sliding into place, leaning against the wall next to him close enough their sides touched. He turned his head to look down at her, and she smiled at him. She made a gesture for him to lean down so she could speak into his ear to be heard over the music. He tried not to let the feeling of her breath against his ear affect him too much.

"Not having fun?" He chuckled at her question, moving to put his lips against her ear.

"Clubs aren't really my thing." She pulled back and looked him up and down before nodding once seemingly deciding something.

She moved to stand in front of him pressing her body against his as she leaned up on her tiptoes to speak into his ear.

"Dance with me," she said and his face lit on fire.

"Oh, I can't really-"

"Come on," she smiled and took his hand leading him to the dance floor.

She slipped through the bodies on the floor fluidly till she seemingly found the right spot to stop. Willow wrapped Hunter's arm around her waist, keeping their fingers intertwined as she pulled him close to her, slotting his front against her back. She reached her arm back to wrap around his neck, her hand going to his hair as his other hand came to rest on her hip, her head fell back to rest on his shoulder and she looked up at his face as he looked down at her trying not to get overwhelmed by everything going on around him. The music was deafening, the air was hot and stifling, the lights flashing different colors that reflected off her glasses, and even though they were surrounded by people he felt like they were the only two in the room as she moved them to the beat of the music. Looking down into her eyes being able to feel the warmth coming off her body as it pressed against his, the smile on her face lighting up his insides, feeling happier with her than he had in a long time, Hunter had a thought that made his blood run cold. He didn't deserve this.

"Hunter, can I ask you something?" Her voice interrupted him at just the right moment and he forced himself to nod in response. "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

Hunter felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on him, his only thought a single word. What.

"I mean you've had every opportunity to, and I thought I was being pretty obvious that I wanted you to, but maybe I've misread this, and you don't like me that way." The look in her eyes forced the words from his mouth.

"No. You didn't misread anything." She smiled clearly relieved.

"Then what's stopping you? I mean, even now, you're not interrupting me or anything just letting me talk when I basically just told you I want you to kiss me."

Hunter wanted to, he really did, but as he thought about it, his brain was screaming at him, two thoughts repeating more than others, he didn't deserve her and she would regret it. The air in the room disappeared, and his vision started going fuzzy around the edges. Distantly, he saw her expression shift into one of worry, and suddenly, the two of them were on the move. She pulled him through the mass of people and out the club door, the cool night air hitting his skin like a slap. She dragged him down the street away from any of the people around. She turned to face him, cupping her hands on his cheeks, making him look in her eyes.

"Hunter? Look at me, you need to breathe, okay," she took one hand off his face and held up her hand, counting on her fingers. "Breathe in, two, three, four and out, two, three, four." She got him to match her breathing as she counted on her fingers. Once he'd gotten his breathing under control, he reeled back from her touch, taking a few steps back from her. He started rambling before he even knew the words were coming out of his mouth.

"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't be out here with me right now, you should be in there having fun. You should be in there with someone else, someone better, someone who wouldn't freak out like that. I mean, you deserve to be with someone who won't be such a-"

"Hey, stop." Willow interrupted him, her face scrunched up in worry. His mouth snapped shut his teeth clicking together with a loud noise that made her wince. She looked around at the people standing just a few feet away, waiting to get in the club before turning back to him. "Come on." She took his hand and started walking with him down the street.

The two walked in silence, and she refused to drop his hand. Hunter realized halfway to their destination that they were walking to his apartment building. When they made it to the door, he expected her to say goodbye and leave him to get himself up to his apartment on his own, but she just turned to him and asked for his keys. He handed them over, unable to speak and knowing even if he could the look in her eye would have made him quiet anyway. She barely paid him any mind as she took his keys and opened the building door for them. She led the way up the stairs to his apartment, opening that door with the keys she had yet to give back to him. As she opened his apartment door like it was her own taking his hand like it was the easiest thing in the world and moving the two of them through the maze of books to sit on the couch like she had been there a million times instead of one, Hunter couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't left yet.

She'd let go of his hand the second they sat down and let her eyes slip to her feet on the ground as he found he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The two sat in a silence, Hunter felt like he was unable to break instead waiting until she would inevitably speak next.

"I spent a very big part of my life thinking I didn't deserve to be happy. That I was absolutely worthless, and the people around me were all too happy to confirm those beliefs. I was bad at everything I did, I felt weak and broken like I was half a person. I had an entire world of people happily making my life miserable, and it's really hard not to let that get to you and make you think you really deserve to be treated like that. I was so alone for so long, and it took me a while to realize that I deserved better than that life." She looked up into his eyes. "Hunter, I like you. I like you a lot, and you don't need to do anything to deserve me liking you, this isn't a hierarchy, I'm not above you in any way. I think you're sweet and cute and really smart, and I've liked you ever since I watched you help Mrs. Kwan, after her spin class, opening the door for her and carrying her bags out to her car." Hunter realized distantly that that had happened months ago, long before they'd met at the secondhand store. "I just hope you realize you don't have to do or be something anything other than who you are for people to like you and want to be with you." She looked away from his gaze back down at her feet.

Hunter wanted to respond, but his mind was unable to think of anything to say in response to everything she'd just revealed to him. He could only look at her, taking in her body language, from how she fidgeted with her fingers, to her slumped shoulders, and her pursed lips, realizing all of a sudden that she looked insecure. It caught him off guard that she could look or even feel that way, that she had ever been bad at anything, or that she could have ever felt weak. And even as he had her words repeating fresh in his mind, he could hear the echoes of his uncle clawing its way back, trying to take over instead. But Hunter forced himself to focus on Willow in front of him, drowning out the memories of his past by taking in every detail of her he could. As he looked at her, sitting on one end of his couch in his book invested apartment, he couldn't help feeling like he was seeing her for the first time. She wasn't his gym crush, a mysterious enigma of a woman he would never talk to anymore. She was Willow, his roller derby captain and his friend, who teased him, who helped him, who had a life full of ups and downs he had only just started to learn about. And in that moment, he realized he was going to do something he should have done a while ago.

"I should go." Willow stood up from the couch, walking towards the door. Hunter stood, grabbing her arm and turning her around before she could get any further than one step past him.

"Wait," he let his hand slip from her arm to wrap around her waist, resting on the small of her back as his other came to gently cup her cheek, pulling her into a soft kiss. She gasped lightly as their lips first connected, before she let herself melt into him in an instant, slipping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. Hunter felt like if this was a movie that the moment would have some kind of big meaningful swell of music behind it, but the world around them was peacefully quiet instead and he thought as he held Willow in his arms finally kissing her the way he'd been imagining since the first time he laid eyes on her boxing in their gym almost an entire year ago, that maybe it was better this way.

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