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broooooo · 2 years

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(writing this first story of mine, for me specifically, to experience my own fantasy)

My name's aaron

Im in my 3rd year of highschool, I'm 19 years old, long hair, ace, nothing going for myself, not exactly bullied, not exactly popular, just Invisible most of the time, sitting alone and watching the masses, Im not a fan of school either, math can suck ass, and everything else is annoying, for years I look upon the popular seniors, all so hot, all so popular, when ever I was noticed, they would talk to me , they are so kind, the jocks in the group are nice to, although they are very horny, since I'm older, I never played sports, I was a protected child, but I always fantasize about playing football, to be a jock, iv loved the look of muscles, cleats, beer, iv jacked off to many pictures, to fuel my insecurities, maybe one day I could fit in, oh how I wish to be one of them

I said this under my breath, just so I could hear it, to calm me , I sigh and go back to listening to music to wait for my next clas

Without me knowing it, one of the jocks (Jason) ended up vaguely hearing me from close by, mostly the part about I wish I could be a jock, muscles , beer...,

He has a blank but grinning smirk, he gathers his other jock bros and rushes to coach, coach is an eccentric man, large muscles and gym lesson workouts that leave the students in pain for days.

Jason tells coach about what he heard , coach has a evil grin with his hand rubbing together,

"jason- bring him... to me"

"yes coach"

While I wait for my next class, listening to music, I see Jason and his buddies come up to me, I'm kinda shocked and happy someone acknowledged me, wonder what they want

I look up at Jason making eye contact.

"What up Aaron, my bro, coach would like to see you*

I'm visibly confused

"me? Why?"

"nothing bad, your gonna like this"

" eh, ok, what's the worst that can happen"

"ALL RIGHT LETS GOO" jason and his buddies are cheering,

In my head I think, why are they so happy xd, I wonder what could be happening, I hope Its nothing about how I skipped gym class last week,

I enter coaches office-

I say - " yes coach, you wanted to see me?"

-" yes I did, come sit over hear"

I sit across from him, taking note of the musk in the room, an intoxicating smell to say the least.

We make eye contact

"soo Aaron, I hear you want to be a jock"

Shock runs through me,

"wait what?, But how?"

"my boy Jason told me, a friend of yours I asume?"

"well I wouldn't say "friend" but we have talked in the past"

My heart's racing , breathing faster, the smell in the air ain't helping either, but I am getting hard under my trousers.

In coaches mind" don't worry my boy, Jason and the others will soon be your best BRO'S"

"now what do you say Aaron?, Want to join us?, To become a jock, I can teach you everything like your my son"

I'm a little scared, but also excited, like what the fuck is going on rn?

"umm .. y yeah , sure, I wouldn't mind coach..."

Coach smiles,

"well answered, hear, for starters, drink this son"

Son?, He hands me a can of beer,

"go on, drink, it's a staple jock drink"

Shaking, I click open the can and start of sip , gulp , and then slowly down the drink,

"how do u feal Aaron, anything different?"

"well idk, besides me being hard as a rock and sweating hard, maybe a little tipsy, I don't drink all that often_ I start to drool a little

In coaches mind he says ( well it's sure working fast I'd say, he wants this, so there's no resistance, soon he will be drinking all the time), coach smirks

"Well come with me son, leave your things, you won't be needing them, and don't worry about your next classes, iv got you covered"

I leave my jacket, and bag behind, as I get up, I feel dizzy, but a happy dizzy, Jason takes hold of me

" you good lil bro?, Don't worry, things will bet better"

lil bro ? I think, hah,sounds cool

"yeah thanks Jason, I owe you... Big bro"

Jason smiles ,

He's my big bro hehe, drool keeps coming from my lips, my head is dizzy

I'm moved into the locker room, coach orders Jason to put me down on one of the benches facing a TV, usually used to watch the game

"Jason, help Aaron undress"

"yes coach"

I become undressed, my top, my trousers, my boxers are soaked in pre ,and my hard cock is a sight to see,

Drool keeps coming

"Alright Jason, sit next to him, while I set this up"

Jason and his bros sit next to me ..

A video starts to play, Jason holding me up, as I stare at the screan.

Jason Whispers into my ear" don't worry lil bro, master coach and I hear for you" with a big dumb smile,

I continue to drool in a dazed state, my cock rock hard and leaking a fountain of pre

I stare at the video

Coach comes out of the back with a football kit, cleats, jock strap, pads, and a helmet,

"now stare Aaron, stare, become who you wish to be me, who's your meant to be,

A dumb jock"

I , Jason and the bros start to laugh, as we all stare at the screen, we are all hard, but I'm the most affected, seems they have been through this already,

"what do u wish you Aaron?"

Slobly I say

"dumb... Jock.... To becum...beer..... Bros.... Muscles ...... Football..... Wish.... I am dum , I obsy, I .... I must obey, .... I jock bro.... Bro.... Cum."

Coach grins- "good boy, now who do you obey?"

"i..,..I obay....yoouoou.... ... Master coach"

"and what are you?"

"a... Dumbbro... Jock..."

"good boy my son, we are almost done here, stand up boy, don't look away from the screen

I sand up, my bro Jason holding me steady

Coach then dresses me up in the kit, all soaked in something that soon my skin soaks up

It's all too big for me, but then,

My muscles are , my body, they are growing, my stomach hardens into 6 pack abs, my triceps and bi ceps , my arms are inflating and hardening with pure muscle, my hands beef up with hardened fingers from years in the gym and the field, my neck thickens and chest widens with huge hard nipples, my legs thicken and elongate , tree trunk muscle legs form, my feet expand, grow , while my hardened dick, grows longer, harder, leaking even more, a 12 inch monster , my body start to stink,

The kit starts to fit against me, tight, the cleats feel snug and the gloves give energy, my body fully soaked the liquid from before , coach stands back holding the helmet

"good boy Aaron, now recite the screens words, submit to me, to your new life

My thoughts are changing, my memory fading, changing, I recite the screens words..

"I am a jock,

I am a jock, I am a jock

I am a bro, a jock, a dumb

A dumb jock bro, football

I must obey coach, I am a jock, football jock , I m obedient, I am dumb , I am a bro , I am A dumb

Football jock...."

"who do you obey"

"I obey you coach"

With that, coach places the helmet on my head

My mind stops, I go blank, my memories reshape,

I am a dumb jock, I am a bro, quarterback of the team, Jason and the other bros have been my bros for years, we love sucking each others dicks, no homo bro, only us men know how to to work a dick, better than any chick,, Jason is my big bro, we workout, we get drunk together,, we obey

We obey master coach

Coach then pays attention to my hard leaking jock, were all my old memories are in the lemon sizes ball churning with new jock cum

"sit down boy" I sit down to coaches orders, Jason and others relax against me, we are all about to burst

Coach starts to jack me off, I start to grunt in a deep voice.

"good... Good boy Aaron , good jock boy , relax, let it sink in, you are dumb jock my son, your dreams have been fulfilled, who do you thank?"

" I thank you coach"

" good boy... Now CUM"

We all moan and grunt as cum, CUM , rods of cum shoot out all over us, puddles of cum stain our Kits, the walls, the bench, some got on to coach , he licks it off of him.

Coach lets go of my cum covered dick, and pushes it back into the cup jock strap, then tightens the tight football leggings to complete it

My huge muscled body sits,against the wall,

"stand up Aaron my son"

My head starts to clear, thinking only of beer, cock, coach football, the bros, football.... . muscles. Working out... Beer..

Me , Jason and my bros stand up

"yes coach? My dick still hard , ready for more , very horny

" we are gonna do some training for the game, Jason and the others , go, your bro Aaron needs his picture taken for the year book.

"Yes coach!, Hehe, welcome to the team lil bro, we'll be waiting outside , Jason bro bumps my back,

_" see you there big bro"

"stand over hear Aaron my son"

"yes coach"

Click, the pictures are taken

As the flashing light fades, my dick explodes once again, cum pooling in the jock cup,

I am a dum football jock.

" run off to practice boy, ill meet the team there,

"YES COACH"

I run to the field, my loud steps echoing

Coach takes one last pic of me on the field, to commemorate this special day,

"soon he will be bringing others to me.

So happy to make Aaron's dreams come true"

Coach runs to the field, proud , ready to get us to the championship games

" ALRIGHT BOYS, 6 laps, GO, there's beers waiting for ya"

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The end, ahhhh , the dream... Atleast I made it come true in writing xd

If anyone sees this, what do you think?

I sure enjoyed my first story

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the-magicians-blue · 2 years

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Can we get a fic of Micah and black reader retwisting his Locs (I think he got Locs I don’t know for sure tho because the official artwork is kinda confusing if he got Locs or not 🥲🥲🥲) or black reader getting braids or sum like that I BEG OF THEE I BEG OF THEE 😫😫😫😫😫🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

YEEEEESSS YES YOU AINT GOTTA BEG I LOVE THIS IDEA. Looking at his hair in the game it’s definitely not locs it looks more like a twist out so Imma do a black reader twisting his hair up for wash day.

11:31

“Micah… when was the last time you had a wash day?”

Normally Micah’s hair was just a tad messy but it was more noticeable than normal today. His curls had become frizzy and parts of his hair became a little matted. He could only scratch his head awkwardly at your question, a part of him wanting to avoid it all together.

Its was never that Micah didn’t wanna look good, Micah always made a point to look good. Gotta give his Angel something to swoon at right? It was just that wash days took forever and as much as he liked to keep himself looking good he hated how time consuming it was and time was not always on his side. Normally he’d just suck it up and do it but recently he’s been especially exhausted from work.

“Thats a great question Angel! One that I don’t have to answer to but a great one nonetheless!”

You shook his head at him and offered to do his hair for him, an offer he wasn’t going to refuse.

The actual washing was his favorite part. He loved how meticulous you were in getting all of his hair washed and the way you scrubbed and messaged his scalp felt heavenly to him. It was the brushing that made Micah want to back out. Even with his hair dripping wet it was a hassle getting a few of the knots out. Micah, being a bit on the tender headed side, whined the whole time.

“Ow! Angel you sure you aren’t just pulling my hair out?” You gently smacked his forehead.

“Maybe if you actually took care of your twist outs we wouldn’t have this problem.” Of course you were only met with more whining as he wiggled around on the floor.

Micah has A LOT of hair, so twisting all of his hair took a little over three hours. It would gotten done quicker had it not been for the fact that Micah would have to get up every now and then from his butt being sore. Then he put on Sailor Moon and you kept getting distracted… The two of you always had a hard time being productive together…

When you finally finish Micah gets up from the floor excitedly as his next favorite part came up: the bonnets.

Before meeting Micah only really had two bonnets, a plain black one and one with cat ears on them (ya know, so he and Skrunkly can match during self care nights). But after you started living together his bonnet collection grew exponentially.

Tonights bonnet if choice was a tuxedo mask themed one for him and a sailor moon themed one for you. (Yes Micah bought and yes sometimes he wears the sailor moon one instead)

After this Micah often asks you to do his hair. He likes the feeling of being pampered by you. Sometimes he’ll ask for braids and once he asked you to put a wig on him (which be greatly enjoyed until his scalp started to itch). Doing hair ended up becoming a bonding experience for both of you. You sometimes experiment are do styles you never tried before and Micah gets to see new styles for himself and learn about hair from you. You both talk about any and everything you can think of through it all.

Could you consider doing hair a love language? Maybe not but for you both it definitely is.

#error143 #micah yujin #please play error143!#micah yujin x reader #micah yujin fluff #micah x reader #hello i am alive

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douceurrrr · 2 years

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Hiiiii! Can I request a Aged!Mike wheeler x blackfem!reader ? Can it be a smut where reader is a new student at Hawkins high school and it's just love at first sight then there in the same class and get pick as partners for a project then that's where it gets hot 🔥 please and thank you babes 😊

i got you👍🏾 sorry if this took too long to post I had a lot of shit in my brain 🤗 hope you don’t mind there is no p n v

its morning and suddenly you are waken up by the unpleasant sound of your alarm. you dreaded this day because it’s the first day of school and you are not feeling it. you force yourself to get out of bed and then your alarm off. walking to the bathroom you stopped and look in the mirror. “what the fuck.” You look to see the big untamed afro on your head, even though you swore you went to bed with your bonnet on.

you huff in annoyance and started doing your routine. you moved here from Missouri. your mom had a big job opportunity in Hawkins and decided to take it. you aren’t mad at your mom for moving because if you had a big opportunity you would take it too, it’s just that it was hard moving away from friends but it just means new opportunities I guess. after everything you were already heading to the car “ready” for your first day of school. i mean it’s not like you can’t make new friends, right?

you were now walking down the hallways trying to find your class. there were so many halls it made your head spin so you took it upon yourself to ask someone which was something you didn’t want to do because you wanted to avoid looking stupid. you walk up to a boy who was tall and lanky and had a shirt that said Hellfire Club written on it. you approached him shyly, he looked up at you. “uh hey can you help me find this class I’m kinda confused.” Mike looked at you so dreamily, you were beautiful. “u-uh yes I will help you.” you looked at him in confusion because he was staring at you so much. “could you help me find biology?”

“uh yeah yeah sure I’m going there too actually.” he began walking down the halls with you beside him. you took this time to look at him, wow. he had dark brown locs that framed his face perfectly, speaking of his face, he had the perfect facial structure that you had ever seen and his tinted brown freckles, his rosy pink lips were so pretty, you looked away before looking too weird but you didn’t know that right when you looked away mike decided to look too. he trailed his eyes down to you boobs that were almost spilling out you shirt you had on. he also look at how pretty you looked, your curly hair, deep brown skin tone, every was perfect. Mike was looking too hard to notice the door that was about to smack him in the face, so he bum into the door and fell back causing people to laugh at him. you look at him sympathetically and helped him off the ground.

“well here’s biology.” he grunted rubbing his head.

during the entire class you were bored out your mind so you took some time to look at mike who was sitting beside you listening to the teacher,barely. you look down at his long slender fingers, imagining what they would feel like in your-

“y/n we’re you listening?” You sharply turn your head to the teacher. “I’m sorry what did you say?” The teacher rolled her eyes before speaking. “I said you are partnering up with Mike Wheeler.” You look over to Mike who was already looking at you, he smiled and you smiled back. “wow.” you thought

So when the bell rang you quickly good you stuff together and headed out the class. you went to you lock to get stuff for your next class but when you closed the locker there he was, mike. you jumped in fright when you was the boy, putting your hand over your chest. “oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you I just wanted to see who’s house were doing the project at.” Mike says quickly. “my house.” you said breathing heavily still trying to recover from the scare. he nodded then look down at your boobs, he had to get a second look, you boobs were going with the motion of your breathing he couldn’t resist. “o-oh okay.” he says before walking away before he looks like a creep.

finally you were back home waiting for a special lanky boy to ring your doorbell. you made sure that your mom wasn’t home because you knew she would tease you about having a boy over for days. then suddenly the door bell rang. you quickly got up from your bed and walked over to the door, well, check yourself in the mirror then walk to the door. you opened the door to reveal the tall lanky boy you saw at school. “he-”

he was about to say something until he caught a glimpse of what you were wearing, red plaid skirt that exposed your soft brown thighs that he wished were around his head. “you okay?” You cut his thoughts off making him quickly reply. “yes i am, I’m okay.” He says then walks into the house. “did I do too much with the outfit?” You thought but shook your thought away. “come on my room is upstairs.” you jogged upstairs with mike behind you. as you were going up the steps mike took it upon himself to loook up your skirt. you was wear these white lace panties which hugged your ass perfectly. mike wanted to look away because he didn’t want to be a pervert but he just couldn’t. you sharply turned around feeling eyes on the back of your thighs. “are you okay?” mike quickly nodded, you turned around with a frown thinking he must not like you.

you two walked in your room and sat on the floor pulling out papers from your backpack. moments after you would catch mike staring at you from time to time and you had to ask this question. “Mike I have a question.” Mike looked up at you, lip slightly parted along with his doe eyes giving you his attention. “what’s up?”

“why don’t you like me?”

mike’s eyes widen as he knew he was far from not liking you. “why do you think that?” tears start to form in your eyes as you pout. “well you always s-stare at me like I’m d-disgusting or something.” mike began to shake his head in reassurance. “no no never! it’s just that well.. I think you’re pretty.” your quickly wipe your tears and look at him in disbelief. “really?”

“yes very pretty.” miike said in a whisper while staring at your lips.

“omg is he going to kiss me?” you thought as mike leaned down connecting your lips for a deep, passionate kiss. mike moved his kisses down to the brown skin of your neck, you couldn’t help but to moan at the sensation on your neck, moving back up to your lips. he swiped his tounge against your bottom lip to ask for an entrance, you accepted. his tongue gliding over yours as he trail his hand from you tits down into your skirt, rubbing your clit through your panties. “shit.” you moan leaning you head back causing him to pepper your neck with kisses, putting his hand inside your panties this time rubbing your clit in circles. “is your chapstick strawberry? huh princess.” he says rubbing your clit faster. you were in too much pleasure to answer. “answer me you dumb slut.” he says before slapping your face with his other hand.

“yes! It’s strawberry.” you whined

“that’s what I thought.” he grit, taking his hand off you, you whined. “shut up you don’t even know what am going to do yet.” he snarled. “m’sorry.” you cry out, he ignored you and spoke. “here’s what’s going to happen, m’gonna eat you out and you don’t make not one sound got it?” you frowned, he was being so mean, you nodded. he began yanking off you skirt along with your panties. he forcefully yanked you legs back exposing your cunt and your gleaming hole along with your chocolate brown lips. he placed his fingers on you clit, rubbing slowly, you whined. “is that good?.” mike says as he rubs your clit, looking at you with lip parted. you couldn’t speak so you just nodded. he bent down hovering over you cunt while holding eye contact. he flicked his tongue over your clit making you instantly moan. he chuckled the lifted his hand up to part you lips to expose your cunt more.

he flicked his tongue directly on you clit, you cry out in pleasure as he kept hitting clit perfectly. Mike started not to care that you were making noise, he wanted to hear it. hand griping your brown thighs for support as you moan.

“oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum- shit.” you whine, "mike, yeah hmm hmm right there.” you nodded

mike kept going at it on you cunt trying to get you to your peek. “oh shit, m’gonna cum.” you mouth flew open, eyebrow furrowed with you eyes rolling in the back of your head. “fuck~ m’cumming holy-” you came all over his tongue, he pushed you through you orgasm. he pulled away from you cunt placing his hand on your forehead wiping your coils hair from your face. “you okay sweet lips?” you nodded dazedly with a grin.

wow.

#stranger things #woc #black!reader #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x black!reader #request

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threepointseven · 2 years

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hi there i hope your having an awesome day! may i request a gorou x reader angst fic where the reader is kokomi’s sister and gorou and the reader liked each other for the longest time but once he met kokomi he fell in love with her and her the same? i’m kinda going through the situation rn soo yea lol, but if not that’s completely okay too! have a great day and remember to take care of yourself <3

🌺summary!🌺- gorou falls inlove with your sister kokomi, he’s been your crush for how many years now though..?

Type- fanfic 🌻

Flowers included!🌼= gorou x reader, gorou x kokomi

Note🍀= i tried my best! So tired rn but i love doing requests either way, makes me so happy to see people requesting <3

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

You played with gorou’s bright locs as he laid his head on your shoulder, he was so pretty. His ears twitched turning red along with his cheeks as you both embraced the moment, the air was still yet filled with love.

Its one of those days where there’s no chaos, no vision hunt decree drama, no competitions, just love.

You have always been looked down upon by your family members, as your older sister, kokomi sangonomiya was assigned to become the young divine priestess of watatsumi island.

You've always had to compete with her, it seemed like she always wins no matter how hard you try. No matter how many more tears you have shed than her she has always been 10 steps ahead.

So you cherish the days where you and your lifelong crush gorou, get to sit in silence and bask in one another. It takes your mind off your sister, the people comparing you to her, the work, the stress.

You were initially supposed to take gorou to see your family today but somehow you got stuck cuddling with the adorable fox.

“Gorou, we should go now.”

“Mmhm.. we should”

He chuckles before standing up and walking with you to your estate, a shrine estate located in the most beautiful place in watatsumi island. You stepped onto the estate with gorou next to you, his eyes lit up and his ears straightened at the scenery. Your smiles were interrupted by your older sister, Kokomi sangonomiya walking out of the estate with a soft smile on her face.

“Y/n, and you must be gorou?”

Her beauty blended in with watatsumi’s scenery as her blue eyes put the fox in a trance. You somehow expected this. Who wouldnt get hypnotized by her beauty? Her smile never faltered as she led you two to the inside of the main house.

You followed her respectfully glancing at gorou once in a while, he on the other hand was caught in a haze as his eyes focused on the swing and sway of your sisters hair. He looked like a lost puppy who had finally found his owner, and the face that said “ive fallen in love at first sight” stung you to the core.

As you sat down talking to your family you notices gorou’s eyes glued to Kokomi

“You two seem to be getting along well!”

Your mother mentioned as gorou chuckles, blushing like a little kid.

“Ah, well gorou seems to be a great person after all”

The way that her voice harmonized with the air and her smile lightened the room made you glare down, jealousy overwhelmed you as you saw the two sitting close to each other.

The envy waltzed to and fro around your head,

Why? Why does she have to be so perfect? I've liked him for archons knows how long, why... why can't i just be the one he looks at?!

The anger tasted bitter on your tongue as he followed her like a little puppy on a leash, you held back the anger inside you as your parents showered kokomi in compliments in front of you,

“Ah yes kokomi the soon-to-be divine priestess!”

“Such a beautiful thing isnt she! Wouldnt be surprised if you are already head over heels young man!”

The fox chuckles blushing as he joked with your parents. It felt sickening,

I don't wanna be jealous of her. She’s my sister... Why am i so jealous. She deserves it more than me anyway.

But why cant you help the envy running through your veins?

You were like a silent ghost seated at the corner of the room while Kokomi wrapped gorou around her pretty little finger. It wouldnt go too far right? You’d have gorou back right?

“Well Y/N you have to understand that your sister needs more attention. After all she has all this divine priestess work piled up! Cmon Y/N dont be such an attention seeker.”

The words that came out of your mother's mouth made your heart drop as you joked about being invisible at the dinner table. Would you always have to compete with kokomi? Would it always have to be a competition of affection with her? Not only for gorou but for your own parents?

You hated the feeling, who even has the nerve to dislike kokomi. A fraction of your mind felt ashamed of being jealous and hating the sister that’s been by your side smiling at you since birth.

But it really was no more than crystal clear who was superior between the two, to the entire population of Watatsumi island and to your parents, even to gorou.

Week after week, the attempts at small romantic touches failed as Kokomi put him in a daydream with her blue eyes.

‘Why doesnt he look at me the way he used to?’

Dates skipped, hangouts ditched, all cause he suddenly had a role as the divine priestess’s adorable obedient little assistant

Its always been me and gorou. Why did she have to come into the picture.

“A disgusting feeling”

It kept you up at night as you stared at the ceiling,

youll get him back right? And you two will go back to being the shy sappy couple, right?

You reassured yourself, tears falling down your cheeks as you watch kokomi putting her tongue on gorou’s, the hearts in the fox’s eyes told you exactly what you needed to know.

Gorou is her’s now. He’s no longer yours.

Requests open <3 ily all

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #gorou x kokomi #gorou x y/n #gorou x reader #genshin gorou x reader #genshin x reader #gorou x you

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goblinofbiscuits · 3 years

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finally some representation up in here. im so glad that theres someone doing things for the black readers out there ‼️ could you do HCs for each of the guns n roses members with a fem black reader? thank you!!!

Guns n roses dating black women

Axl

So let's start off with axl, man's loves your hair

Like he'll be so involved with your hair too, he would be sitting right next to you while you style it, during wash day, he'll sit next to you when your getting your hair done

And after praises would just be spilling out of his mouth at five million miles a minute

He would get in so many fights for you

Like let's say you two are just chillin at a bar or something like that and a racist asshole wants to start talking shit

Axl doesn't hesitate to put the fucker in a hospital

Man's loves soul food, like when he first has it, his world is forever changed

Especially if you cooked your self

If your dating axl your definitely spoiled

Like he will pay for you nails and hair, will buy you new lingerie and dresses

He also really loves your melanin like lovvvvvvveeeeeesssss it

The guys call you when they need you too calm him down

Axl can be like really chill sometimes, I'm talking just sit on the couch reading a book, so quiet it almost worries you

Will spoon you too bed

Will sing you too sleep when he has nightmares

At the end of the day he just wants you too know that your his princess and that he loves you more than he could fathom

Slash

Now for my man's slash

Slash knows how hard it is to be a black

He knows how hard it is to wake up and face a world that hates you simply cause of your skin color

Him understanding and having experienced all the things that come with being black in the world, makes your guys relationship stronger

You two will do each others hair like when he's had a long day and needs to wash his hair, he can just give you one look and automatically you take his hand and lead him to the bathroom

Or if you are the one who's had the long day your hair needs some love, he will do it for you

He will do really cute styles to, like one day you while getting ready for the day he asked you if he could do your hair you said yes

But he refused to let you see it until it was done

But he put pigtails in and they hair jewelry around the hair ties it was so f*ckin adorable

Slash love language is quality time, like he doesn't care if you too are doing different things each others company it's enough for him

At the end of the day you are this man's queen and he will never let you forget that

Izzy

You made poor izzy speechless, like as soon as he saw you he couldn't speak, kinda forgot how to breathe too

That feeling has never gone away

Izzy will write so many songs about you

He will even teach you guitar, you got really good though, like he lowkey thinks you might surpass him

Will introduce you too so many new bands and music

Like there's a wall dedicated to your guys record collection

Will totally buy new albums for you guys to listen to when it's wash day

Just imagine you detangling your hair and running leave in conditioner trough you beautiful curls and looking to your left to see your sweet lovely man staring at you like your the Mona lisa

Izzy fully plans on making you mrs.stradlin, sooner than later

Every anniversary he will write you such long letters about how much he loves you and why he loves you, why he's going to marry

Boy loves Mac and cheese

You left a dish out to cool down

And when you came back it was all gone next to a used spoon and plate next to a napping izzy

You were a little mad but hey he was so cute you just threw a blanket on him and kept it movin

Duff

Duff is soon f*ckin supportive its almost insane

This man will never judge you or anything you do

Like you could do some weird shit and he would smile and tell you how cut you were

This many loves your hair

Especially loves when you just wear you natural afro, also really loves faux locs and box braids

If you were hoop and name plated jewelry this man is obsessedddddd

He would just give you his clothes to wear, just cause he like how big they look on you.

Like look at his girl

He is soo happy and grateful he gets to call you his girl

Like the most beautiful girl on the planet his no one else's but his like wowwwww

He wants to get married as soon as possible

Like just imagine you in a white dress and being Mrs. Mckagan

He's a cuddler, after a long stressful day he will walk up to you and wrap himself around not letting go, even for a drink of water

Is uber protective

Would totally teach you bass

Duff love language is acts of service, meaning that if you need anything done,picked up, anything.

Man is on it

After all he wants to makes sure his baby girl is happy

Steven

Golden retriever man

Like seriously man Is so hooked

You are the girl of his dreams, everything he will ever want and need

Expect compliments 24/7, cause man's is definitely going to give you a lot of those

Steve carries pictures of you in his wallet

And will not hesitate to show any one,

"HI I'm Stevie, do you want to see a picture of my girlfriend, isn't she the most beautiful woman you've ever seen"

And the random groupies just sitting very confused

You will adopted a dog together, a French potbelly you guy named him taylor, after roger taylor

Stevie really trys to be perfect for you though, it's just that your so perfect in his eyes that he just wants to be good enough for his angel is all

But he feel like he will never even come close and that kills him so deep inside

You just have to remind him that he is the perfect man for you and that he doesn't have to change a thing In order to be good enough for you

He loves cuddles

He love falling a sleep on your stomach though, the way you would run your hand through his hair

He would love the way you hair smells,

"Baby your hair smells so good 😍"

He loves when you have butterfly locs

He also loves if you have colorful hair colors

He would loved it if you did pink and blue butterfly locs

He would teach you how to play drums, he even got you your own drumset

He was surprised when he had gone on tour and came back and you sat him down and played every song on appiete for destruction

Stevie would worship the ground you walk on

#80's rock and roll x reader #guns n roses headcanon #guns n roses x black reader #axl rose x reader #axl rose headcanon #axl rose x black reader #slash x reader #slash headcanon #slash x black reader #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy x black reader #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan headcanon #duff mckagan x black reader #steven adler x reader #steven adler headcanon #steven adler x black reader

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rico-the-nicoo · 2 years

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rating the mcl boys on how well they would do my hair (hsl)

note; so my hair is very... ETHNIC, BLACK, 4C hair so let's just say they are currently learning how to do my very ETHNIC, BLACK, 4C hair ( cause they probably don't see hair like mine often ) and who's better at picking up the skills and who's not. just wanted to clear that up.

7.5/10; i think nathaniel would pretty good at it. he'd do alot of research and figure out what how to do different styles. problem is, nathaniel is a bit of a perfectionist. although that is great for my hair, that's not great for me. he's the type of person who would take out a braid and keep redoing it until it comes out like the one in the pictures and videos he saw.

5/10; this man castiel can do a few simple styles, but can't do more complicated ones to save his life. not because it particularly hard for him. its because he get ansty. he can't sit there for more that 20 minutes tops. after that, its every man for themselves. he also expects compensation ( preferably in the form of cash ) for the little work he's done. better off doing it myself.

8/10; the prefect king lysander is back at it again ( honestly i trust this man with my life, but that's another story-). another guy who does a lot of extensive research. i think he would be good at passion twist and soft locs. and he's also very gentle when combing out my hair. my only concern when he's braiding into the scalp, he braids kinda tight. that and he forgets how to do certain styles so he has to do research again to remember.

4/10; another one that's good at simple styles ( preferably to go styles ), but can't sit long enough to do more complex ones. just like castiel, armin gets antsy and can't sit still long enough to do a full head of box braids, but he can last a bit longer that him. but even if he does end up agreeing to do it, he gets distracted way too easily. what usually takes a day would take a whole week to get done messing with him. imma end up doing it myself.

2/10; tbh i wouldn't let this man in my hair unless i want my hair to be messed all the way up. and it's not like he tries to or does want to do it. kentin just gets way to nervous. he's so focus on not trying to mess up my hair that he ends up messing it up. he does his research of course, but he doesn't get it. yet he insists that he can do it himself. but he can't ( i can't either so i guess im screwed ). he also braids into the scalp way too hard and tries to comb my hair dry, but a for effort i guess.

#「blowing up my phone consider you blocked...」 posts #「i keep the past in the past and i keep the smoke in the air...」 nathaniel #「with my bestie in a tessie…」 castiel #「he on my hip like a tamagotchi...」 lysander #「down to your feet for your homies…」 armin #「see you tryin' way too hard to fit in...」 kentin #mcl #my candy love #mclhsl #my candy love high school life #mclul #my candy love university life #mclll #my candy love love life

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aadmelioraa · 3 years

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Take Two

A Happiest Season Abby x Riley fic (2.4k, T)

It had been one year since Abby had left. One year since they’d called it quits. One year since their engagement was over.

And now it was Christmas time again, only this time Abby was more alone than ever.

She’d been on a few dates since they’d broken up, but no one had stuck around. Probably more her fault than theirs. It had been good to get back out there, but it still hurt to remember how things with Harper had ended.

It was a pretty big shock at the time, but looking back it had been a long time coming. Abby and Harper were on different paths and it just wouldn't have worked, no matter how much they loved each other.

“It’s not you,” Harper had insisted. “It’s me, and I’m so sorry.”

That was one of the last things Harper said to her.

They’d been talking wedding plans that morning and by evening Abby was packing her bags.

Harper had been so desperate to make her happy since they got engaged, but her constantly bending over backward wasn’t what Abby needed, and it was stressing Harper out. Neither of them was their best self together, not anymore. Rather than bringing them closer, in the end, that Christmas with the Caldwells had exposed too many rifts in the relationship to salvage.

Tagging @mego42 @endlesslychildish @arcane--soul @skittles321

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“I want you to be happy without trying so hard to satisfy the idea of me in your head. You’re such an amazing person—“ Abby had started sobbing here, “—but I can't give you what you need either.”

She’d moved out that night. Harper hadn’t accepted the breakup at first despite sort of initiating it. The conversation had lasted for hours, but eventually, she acknowledged the inevitable and left Abby alone for a few hours to pack. John, thankfully just a text away, had helped her drive everything over to his place.

It had been the second-worst night of Abby’s life.

She’d moved to Philadelphia two months later. She’d grown up there, technically, but without her parents, it didn’t really feel like coming home. New neighborhood, new apartment, new job. If that wasn’t proof she could get over it, what was? But when the holiday season came around again a lot of memories, once happy, now painful, resurfaced.

Waking up alone on Christmas Eve that year, in a word, sucked.

Abby was awake at 6:30 am for some reason. She checked her phone. She’d missed two non-emergency texts from John last night after she’d taken melatonin and passed out. He was definitely still sleeping; she’d text him back later.

She made a pot of coffee and stood in the kitchen in her pajamas wondering what she was going to do to keep herself occupied all day. John, who was living with his boyfriend in New York now, had invited her to stay the night and spend Christmas with them, but Abby wasn't sure if she was feeling up to it. She kinda wanted to sit the holiday out completely this year. She opened her phone and jumped aimlessly between the same three apps, then finally forced herself to take a shower.

At noon she decided to get dressed and go for a walk. That ought to keep her distracted enough. She put on jeans, thick socks, and her warmest sweater under her coat and started wandering.

There was nothing quite like Philly at Christmas. Still brash, loud, and occasionally vulgar but now decked to the nines with tinsel. She was glad to have new haunts to discover along with revisiting old haunts.

The snow from the previous day had turned to slush by the time the sun was at its peak, but that didn’t stop the kids in her neighborhood from spilling out into the streets to play football and tag under the grey sky. She waved at her upstairs neighbors and made a mental note to try and get to know them a little better in the new year.

It was a nice enough day. Maybe she’d head to Fairmount Park. Wherever she ended up there were sure to be plenty of frantic people coming to and fro, finishing last-minute Christmas shopping.

A wave of mixed emotions washed over her as she passed by a jeweler. Harper had given back the ring, of course. It was with John for safekeeping. Abby couldn’t return it, but it felt really weird to have it at her new place. Fresh start and all. Maybe someday she’d be ready to sell it. For now, she didn’t want to think about it.

She continued on at a brisk pace, stopping at a street cart for a lunch of falafel which she ate standing over a trash can, then continuing on.

It was after four o’clock by the time she realized how far she’d walked. Her hands had grown pretty chapped, she should probably go inside for a minute. There was a bar up ahead that looked open, and she could definitely use a drink.

It was fairly empty when she entered which made her instantly relax. She sidled up the bar and took a seat, rubbing her hands to warm them.

“Hey.” There was one bartender working, a curly-haired woman wearing a bandana headband, fitted flannel, and impeccable winged eyeliner like some kind of femme Luke Danes. “What can I get for you?”

“Vodka tonic?”

“Not feeling the Christmas spirit today, huh?” the bartender asked, grabbing the well vodka and rimming a glass with a wedge of lemon.

“Not really.”

“Yeah me neither. Anyway, name’s Gem,” the woman said, setting the cocktail down with a gentle tap. “Yell if you need anything.”

She smiled and walked to the far corner of the bar, a towel draped over her shoulder. A tall redhead and a petite girl with shoulder lengths locs raised their glasses at her.

Even if Abby wasn’t feeling it today, she’d picked a good spot.

She’d just started to feel the effects of the booze when she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, I thought that was you.”

Startled, Abby nearly dropped her drink.

Riley, Harper’s Riley, slid onto the stool next to her.

“Hey!” Abby said, “What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too,” Riley laughed.

“Yeah, I mean—great, great to see you.” Abby couldn’t help from grinning. She probably looked like an idiot but she didn’t care.

“You look good,” Riley said, subtly sweeping her eyes up and down in an appreciative manner.

“Thanks, thanks.” Abby was glad she’d foregone the beanie with the hole in it. “You look good too.”

She really did. Her hair was a little shorter now, though it still framed her face perfectly. Otherwise, she looked exactly the same as when they’d met two years ago. She was wearing a black mock neck sweater and a pair of perfectly tailored wool pants. Her boots had a slight heel, not too high to be practical in an East Coast winter. The hem of her sweater pulled up a little as Riley leaned over the bar, exposing just a sliver of skin. Abby tried not to stare too obviously while she ordered a drink.

“I moved to Philly last month, to answer your question,” Riley said. “Got a fellowship at Kensington, I start in a week.”

“Oh, cool. Congrats, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Riley took a sip, glancing over at Abby in a way that made her face grow slightly warm. “What have you been up to?”

“Finished the doctorate and got a job as a curator at the PMA. It’s going well. I mean, relatively.”

“Well, look at you!” Riley raised her glass. “Doctor.”

“Doctor,” Abby echoed, laughing, as she knocked her glass against Riley’s.

“Glad to hear that.” Riley took another sip of her drink and paused, mouth pulling to one side awkwardly for just a second.

Abby knew the question that was coming.

“So,” Riley was looking straight ahead into the mirror behind the bar, “how’s Harper?”

Abby grimaced.

Riley’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit…”

“It’s ok! It’s ok,” Abby could feel herself overcorrecting. “It’s been about a year. But yeah, we’re not together anymore.”

“I’m really really sorry, Abby.”

“It’s fine, really,” Abby shrugged. “I mean, if anyone knows how I feel, it’s you.”

Riley exhaled and leaned over the bar, her elbow just barely touching Abby’s. “Yeah, that’s definitely true.”

“So what are you doing in a random bar on Christmas Eve anyway?” Abby asked, ready to change the subject.

“I live up the street, actually. I’m heading to Pittsburgh to see family tomorrow, but that’s going to feel like work, so today I just wanted to relax.”

“Totally,” Abby said, watching as a party of college aged kids spilled in from the street and headed to the high top tables towards the back of the bar. “I’m just taking it easy today, too.”

“Big plans tomorrow?”

“Might see John. I think you met him…when we met.”

“Yeah, I remember John. How’s he doing?”

“He’s really good. Thinks I need to get out more, but otherwise he’s very happy.”

Riley laughed. “I’ve been out exactly three times—wait, no, this makes it four—since I moved here in November so clearly I have no idea what that’s about.”

“You liking Philly so far?”

“Yeah, I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong it’s weird as fuck, but it’s got some really great people. The doctors I work with are whatever, but this kind of place has a good vibe.”

She smiled at Gem, who was rolling her eyes as she made Long Island Iced Teas for the group at the high tops.

“You two know each other?” Abby asked, internally cringing at how un-cool about it she sounded.

“I’ve been here three of the four times I’ve been out, so you could say that,” Riley said. “Nice people usually.”

Gem dropped off the tray of Long Islands and brought Abby and Riley another round.

“They tried to order mojitos,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Fucking kids,” Abby said. Riley laughed. That felt good.

Another large group came in, middle-aged couples this time. It had grown dark outside, it must be after five by now.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the conversations happening around them. Old friends were reuniting to the right and left of them, the chatter that filled the air was starting to make Abby feel a little claustrophobic. She shifted towards the edge of her seat, tapping one foot nervously against the floor.

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” Riley asked, raising her hand to catch Gem’s attention. “It’s getting a little crowded.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Abby said, relieved. “I’m just gonna run to the restroom.”

She threw a slightly crumpled pile of bills—mostly fives—on the bar and made her way to the back.

By some good luck, the bathroom was free with no line. The space was cramped and not overly clean, and the small black and white tiles that covered the lower half of the walls created a frantic pattern that did nothing to help Abby’s nerves. She exhaled a deep breath, fixed on her own gaze staring back at her from the mirror.

You’re fine. You’re just hanging out with a girl. A friend, even. Stop being so fucking nervous.

She rolled her eyes, annoyed at her own pep talk, then made her way back to the bar.

Riley was waiting with her hat on, hands thrust deep into the pockets of her dark green coat. Her face broke into a smile when she saw Abby returning.

“Anywhere in particular you want to go?” Abby asked.

“Not really,” Riley said casually. “Lead the way.”

“You got it,” Abby said, and Riley followed her outside.

The air was brisk, and snow had just started to fall as they left. There were Christmas lights everywhere, garlands wrapped around lampposts, a tree decked to the nines in nearly every window.

“Philly really gets in the holiday season, huh?” Riley asked dryly, then pointed up at a stuffed orange mascot that hung from a wreath on someone’s porch. “What the hell is that thing?”

“You really are new here,” Abby laughed. “I don’t know if you’re ready for me to explain Gritty tonight but I promise he's worth the wait.”

They continued up Broad Street, gradually making their way away from the noisy crowds. It had started to snow, which helped muffle the sounds of passerby and create a more mellow but still festive atmosphere.

“So, I’m glad I ran into you,” Abby confessed, breaking the silence that was lingering between them.

Riley’s shoulder bumped against hers as she sidestepped a puddle. “I am too. I have to ask though, is it because we’re both members of the Harper broken hearts club, or something else?”

“No, I’ve been trying not to think too much about that,” Abby said.

“Sorry to bring it up again.”

“I mean, it’s kind of unavoidable. That’s not what I meant, sorry. I’m glad because I really liked you when we met, and I kind of regret not realizing that at the time.”

Riley glanced over at her, genuine surprise etched on her face. “I liked you too, Abby. A lot.”

Abby smiled into her scarf and shook her fingers through her hair the way she always did when she was nervous. “Really?”

“Yeah, past tense though,” Riley added.

“Asshole,” Abby laughed, and Riley’s mouth twitched in reply.

They had paused on a street corner. The snow was falling around them in big flakes, Riley’s hair glittering in spots where it had landed and begun to melt.

Riley cocked her head, lips slightly parted, and stepped a little closer. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light of a Christmas tree peeking out of a nearby window.

“You good?” she asked.

Abby hesitated, chewing her lower lip.

“I can head home, if you’re not feel—“

Abby didn’t let Riley finish. Surging forward on her toes, she kissed her.

Rile tasted like the old fashioned she’d been drinking, smoky and slightly sweet. She kissed Abby back, running a hand through the hair behind her ear, and Abby could feel her smiling as their noses bumped together. When she pulled back Abby caught her breath and realized she was grinning too.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a really long time,” Riley breathed.

Abby laced her fingers through hers and they kept walking. She wasn't feeling alone amidst all the holiday revelry any longer.

“Do you want to grab dinner sometime, maybe?” Abby asked tentatively.

Riley squeezed her hand. “How about now?”

Abby grinned. “Now is great.”

#abby x riley #happiest season #happiest season fic #kat writes

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angel-of-death-2015 · 6 years

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Merry Christmas @patalmellow! I was your LoliRock Secret Santa! I know how much you wanted something with Izira and here you go! It kinda took a while for this to be done since it’s a fanfic but it’s done! I hope you enjoy it!

Sisters of Xeris: A Moment of Love and Forgiveness

From as long as she can remember, the relationship with her sister has been pretty steady. Especially considering the shit they’ve been through for the past eleven years. The woman sighed as she continued signing important documents pertaining to the reconstruction of the kingdom and renewing the alliances with Volta and Ignus. Things just weren’t the same anymore. The dark-skinned royal swiveled around in her chair and faced the elegantly crafted window. From her point of view, she saw construction workers and citizens working together to rebuild great buildings and create newer establishments for businesses to regulate the economy. The twenty-seven year old set her pen down on the desk crafted from an old Xerin tree and stood up in front of the window. She closed her eyes and reminisced the feeling of being in front of the glass with her father. The woman felt a small pang in her heart as she remembered what the great king of Xeris looked like. He was tall and muscular, fit to be a warrior. Silver strands of his locs pulled into a bun and kind golden eyes, symbolizing years’ worth of wisdom. She remembers seeing his dark skin looking radiant with his beard. It makes her feel blessed that she inherited such wonderful traits.

“I miss you so much father…” The young royal queen remembered how her father always wore significant robes of the finest Ephedian silk, with the colors of white with royal and crystal blue woven together. His long royal blue cape was her and her sister’s favorite part of his robe. Not only did it signify authority, but it served well as something very entertaining to play with as a child. She looked down at her wrist to stare at a beautiful golden watch she received when she was a teenager. The shape of the gift was the moon with tiny blue crystals representing the craters forming on the surface. The stars surrounding the moon represented the numbers that indicated the time it was in the day.

“I think I might know a way to cheer you up today. I know Shanilla is very hard and for you to get it on your birthday might not be the best gift ever.” The benevolent King of Xeris sat his eldest daughter in his spinning chair in front of the window while running his fingers through her scalp. While he was proud to see his daughter inherit his hair color, he still felt bad that she lost the majority of her locks because of the event known as “magical puberty” for an Ephedian. The king looked at his wrist and undid the chambers holding the trinket together with his fingers. The thirteen year old widened her fuchsia eyes in shock as she witnessed her father giving her a treasure that he loved so dearly.

“F—Father…” The man smiled brightly at his child, seeing the confliction pass in her eyes.

“I’ve never been so proud to be the father of two wonderful young girls. You give me such happiness and strength and to see you grow to your potential? By Ephedia, nothing can make me feel so at peace than to witness my baby girl getting her Shanilla and growing into a beautiful young lady. Happy birthday Izira.” The dark-skinned princess’s father carefully placed the trinket onto her wrist and adjusted it to fully fit without sliding off. “May you continue your journey as a princess of Xeris and to continue to be happy.” Tears stung the girl’s eyes as she jumped into her father’s arms in full force. The man chuckled as he felt his daughter’s strength slightly crushing his ribs from the hug. Strong arms embraced Izira as if to protect her from harm while she received the endless love coming from the gentle king.

“Thanks Daddy…”

The memory of her father quickly vanished from her mind as soon as it came. Izira felt her eyes sting from the water within and quickly fanned her face. Why would she have that memory come over her now of all times? She’s supposed to be continuing to work on rebuilding her kingdom right now! This was not the time for her to sunder over old memories. Then again, all Izira has been doing is working on her kingdom. She hasn’t had any time to think about what happened before Gramorr attacked. She couldn’t wish that things could go back to the way they were. The young queen touched the cool glass with her forehead and took a deep breath. Everything was just so…exhausting. Draining. Depressing. That horrible war really fucked everything up. She remembered when things started to become tense between certain kingdoms before Gramorr showed up. From witnessing diplomats screaming at each other to other kings and queens threatening to end treaties at a young age. But throughout the mist of strife, Izira remembered how and why she was taught to keep a leveled head.

Even though her Shanilla was very short, the older princess’s hair grew back at a longer length. The strands were so long and thick to the point where it was impossible to keep her hair in a ponytail when she would train to practice her magic. It was frustrating on a lot of accounts. Her hair would fall out of place and get in her eyes! Izira was about to cut her hair in haste when she was suddenly stopped by a voice as rich as honey.

“Izira! What did I say about making such hasty decisions?” Heels clicked across the marble floor towards the frustrated princess and stopped when the person stood in front of the teen. Fuchsia eyes looked up to see slightly darker fuchsia eyes staring with both amusement and a hint of scolding.

“To not let your emotions become your way of thinking, mother.” The Queen of Xeris smiled as she fixed her daughter’s silvery hair. Izira basked in the warmth of her mother’s long, elegant fingers removing her strands. She watched as the very dark-skinned queen neatly pulled the silver locks into a better ponytail. Izira used to hate it when people said how she looked like her mom. She thought she looked more like her father but now the princess can understand why. The woman was so amazingly beautiful. Her hair was the brightest shade of blue and the length is astounding. It almost went to the floor and was thick with tight curls. Her skin shined and glistened in the sunlight but it glowed and radiated in the moonlight. Her skin was darker than the King’s and was said to be the greatest gift delivered from the heavens. The queen’s eyes were envied by all because of the passion and tenderness they hold. Usually, Izira’s mother would be wearing an elegant gown that flowed like a lily to the floor. It had the signature colors of royal and light blue, white, and gold. Her waist was wrapped with blue crystals encased in gold. But the real treasure rested upon the side of her head: the sacred and powerful Medallion of Xeris.

The powerful artifact held up the queen’s hair in a ponytail so the strands wouldn’t get in the way of the day’s training. Izira was amazed of how her mother merely created a ponytail in a matter of a few seconds. After being proud of her work, the royal queen walked to the tall bookshelf and looked for the spell book she was going to use. The young princess touched the ponytail while still awestruck at how her mother didn’t even use magic to help her out. Her eyes looked to the medallion that held the hair in place. Just how in the world could something that could reverse time and destroy kingdoms or planets be able to hold up hair like it’s an accessory? Apparently the queen could read minds because she turned around and stroked the artifact. She walked over to her daughter and bent down a bit to let Izira get a better view.

“I know you’re curious about the medallion Izira. And since you won’t stop staring at it, go ahead and touch it.” The teenager slowly lifted her hand and gently made contact with the precious material. She instantly felt a huge surge of energy swimming in her body. It was as if the medallion was trying to speak to her.

“Wow…” The queen smiled as she put the book down on the floor and reached the artifact. She carefully took off the medallion and all of her hair in its glory fell to the floor. Gentle hands delicately wove the medallion into the silvery ponytail. Izira’s excitement was shooting through the roof but was able to keep it contained within. Her mother caressed her face and bore a satisfying grin.

“Aww…my baby looks so pretty!” A red hue graced the dark-skinned teenager’s face from being slightly embarrassed.

“Mother!” A chuckle rose from the queen as she kissed Izira’s forehead.

“Can’t be embarrassed if it’s true dear!” The woman glided her hands down Izira’s hair to her face. She sighed, seeing how beautiful her child is and how she’s ever so grateful to have such wonderful children. “I’ve never been so proud to have my babies. Izira, I want you to keep the medallion. It was going to be passed down to you later on but I think you’re ready to use it. To be able to guide and protect your people.” The queen saw both fear and hesitation in her daughter’s eyes. She hugged the teen with all of her strength to reassure her daughter. “I’m sorry baby. But one day, you’ll become a queen. You must know what to do and how to do it if your father and I cannot do it. I know you will have the weight of the world on your shoulders. But your people love you. They want you to succeed. They want you to guide them and lead them in your own way. I want you to become a queen that’ll make both me and your father proud. Especially me because you were my baby before your dad’s.” Both ladies chuckled at the comment. Izira knew at that moment, she had to step it up. She had to learn as much as she can and be disciplined. She wanted to make her parents proud. She wanted them to be at peace that she can rule her kingdom and leave a legacy for the day when her parents leave Ephedia.

A lone tear escaped the young queen’s eye as the memory of her loving mother passed. Izira sniffed, trying to pull herself together. Just…why is she getting so emotional all of a sudden? She was doing just fine earlier! Perhaps it is because she’s very exhausted from the work she’s been doing non-stop. She just needs to get her mind off of these distractions. Izira blew her nose with a tissue from the desk. She threw it in the trash, taking a deep breath while trying to go back to work. The twenty-seven year old picked up her pen and continued to sign several more documents. Each one was different from the other. One discussed whether an alliance should occur and another was about how the economy should get back up after businesses were destroyed. Izira tried to read the words on the paper but her vision was blurry. Very blurry. She blinked to try to clear her vision but she felt water roll down her cheeks. The more she blinked, the more tears fell from her fuchsia orbs. What the hell? Why is she crying? Why can’t she stop? Izira tried to stop the tears but they just kept coming. Before she knew it, the new queen of Xeris found herself sobbing. She felt her shoulders drop from the weight of her kingdom finally being acknowledged. It was too much. Too much. Too much…! Too much! Izira felt it all now. Everything. The fact that her parents could be dead, her kingdom being in utter shambles, her having to figure out how to rebuild the kingdom and society from scratch, having to negotiate with other realms to form alliances. And to think that it was…her fault.

The realization hit her. It was her fault. It was all her fault. She didn’t fight hard enough to protect her kingdom. She didn’t fight hard enough to protect her people. She let herself get captured and didn’t act for almost a decade. Izira released a heart-wrenching sob at her sudden realization: a failure. There was no way she could be a queen of this realm. So many people looked to her at a young age to lead them. To guide them. To give them a sense of comfort that they will be protected throughout the war. She let her parents down. The guilt stabbed her hard in her stomach. The caring father she adored and the loving mother she admired would be extremely disappointed in her. They left their kingdom in the hands of the eldest daughter who would’ve caused their legacy’s downfall. Izira felt her chest clench in agony as she tried to regulate her breathing. She could see them now. The disappointment and anger in the eyes of her parents, her people, the princesses who fought alongside her from the resistance, and her sister—oh no…Her sister…The Xerin queen felt the world crumble beneath her. Sweet Ydinora…she failed the most important person the most…her younger sister…

“Oh dear Ydinora…I…I failed…Talia…” Realization hit Izira like a ton of bricks. She didn’t protect her younger sister. The young queen’s stomach tied itself in knots, leaving a horrible feeling to bubble. Izira, the most powerful princess in Ephedia, the next ruler of Xeris, could not protect Talia when she was a child. She remembered how much Talia hated it when their own people compared her to her older sister. She also recalled how she thrusted so much responsibility onto a little seven year old because of the threat of an incoming war. Izira was such an irresponsible person to even allow her younger sibling to go out all by herself. If she didn’t let Talia leave…

“Izira? Izira? Hey, are you in here? We still need to attend a meeting soon.” A sweet voice entered the room full of sobs from the young ruler. Entering the study, a seventeen-year old girl with skin of the earth and long hair of the color of ice flipped through the small stack of documents. It wasn’t easy having to go through it. Her honey-colored orbs were definitely tired and hurting from staying up late from reading between the lines of the papers. She knew that tending to the kingdom would be exhausting, but she didn’t think it would cause constant migraines. Her train of thought stopped when she heard the sobs of her elder sibling. Talia quickly slammed the door and put the stack of papers in a cushiony seat before she could console Izira.

Talia puts her hands on the older woman’s shoulders and gave a grip. Poor Izira was still crying heavily that she didn’t know the person she was relentlessly thinking about was right next to her. Talia feared that someone would walk into the room during her sister’s emotional turmoil and quickly sealed the door with her magic. As soon as the deed was done, the Xerin princess grabbed Izira’s face and began to wipe away the tears.

“Izira? Izira? Please, tell me what’s wrong?” The royal queen finally registered Talia’s voice and was able to quiet her loud sobs. She constantly hiccupped to try to regain her breath and to prevent herself from fully wailing. The dark-skinned queen felt her world crumble around her. She wrapped her arms around Talia and embraced her as if their lives depended on it.

“I conph noo it.” Talia embraced her older sibling but couldn’t make out what she was trying to say.

“What?” Izira turned her head to let herself breathe and let her voice be heard.

“I can’t fucking do it Talia. I can’t fucking do it!” The younger sibling felt her heart shatter from seeing her sister’s emotional state. What happened to her?!

“Izira you’re not making any sense! What can’t you do?”

“Anything! I can’t fucking do anything! I didn’t protect the kingdom. I couldn’t protect our people from Gramorr. I couldn’t even protect my only sister! I’ve failed our parents Talia! I’ve failed our people! I’ve failed you! How could I ever take the place as ruler of Xeris if I couldn’t even protect you when you were only a child?!” Loud cries filled the room from the distressed queen. Tears fell from honey-colored orbs and landed on silver hair.

Talia never knew that so much weighed on Izira’s shoulders. The expectation that she would rule Xeris like their parents or that she would protect their people like it was easy. Talia knew it wasn’t going to be easy. But she understood why her sister is breaking. Izira was a prisoner of that evil sorcerer for eleven years. Both siblings didn’t know if either one was dead. Guilt snaked its way into the teen’s stomach as she buried her face into the woman’s hair. Izira shouldn’t be feeling this way at all. Especially because it was Talia’s fault in the first place that Izira couldn’t fight at her full potential without the medallion. She should’ve just stayed put at home and forget all about the festival.

“Izira…Izira! You have nothing to feel guilty about. None of that was your fault. None of it! If anything, it’s all my fault. I should’ve listened to you and stayed home. I was selfish and I…I…” Sobs came from Talia as years’ worth of guilt and self-loathing crawled out of her mind. Izira did only what a princess should at the time. No one knew that it was Talia who had the medallion in the first place. Izira sniffed and wiped her face with her clammy hands. She pulled Talia down and made her sit on her lap. She grabbed Talia’s face and wiped her tears while also giving a concerned look.

“Talia, you were just a child! You were only seven! You didn’t know still didn’t know how to correctly use your powers! You barely got out of your Shanilla! There’s no way you can take any of this blame when all you wanted to do was have a little bit of freedom and go to the festival like everyone else! You didn’t know Gramorr would show up at a time like that. You have not nor will you ever be at fault for what happened.” The younger Xerin princess opened her eyes and more water droplets came out. Her sister was too kind with her words. She might have been a child, but responsibility was already placed on her shoulders as soon as she got her Shanilla. People were already comparing her to her older sister just because she hit her magical puberty very early. Izira squeezed Talia’s cheeks for reassurance, as if she read the younger princess’s mind. “I know how much they talked about you. And it wasn’t fair that they compared little Tali to your sister. I’m so sorry Talia. I’m sorry that such a burden was placed on you when you were just a kid. And I’m sorry that you’ve blamed yourself all this time for everything that happened.” Izira took a deep breath as she brought her forehead to Talia’s. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. To see you grow up into a beautiful young princess. I’m so sorry Talia…Please forgive me…”

Talia sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue. Dear Ydinora did she love her sister. So, so much. Maybe…maybe she’s right. Talia was so hard on herself growing up. She was only a kid. How can a small child be able to cause a massive butterfly affect that wasn’t even their fault to begin with? The Xerin princess placed her hands on her sister’s palms. Talia relished the warmth and love of her sibling. She looked into her sister’s eyes and cleared her throat.

“I forgave you when I saw that you were imprisoned. You’ve been forgiven for years Izira. But maybe you should forgive yourself.” The elder Xerin royal arched her eyebrow. “You were only sixteen. You barely had any experience to fully rule while our parents were gone. Expectations were put on your shoulders before me. Everyone put all of their faith on you to lead them like our parents did. You were only a kid that knew better than me. None of this was your fault either Izira. You deserve to forgive yourself. You didn’t know that Gramorr would show that day either. You only wanted me to be happy. It’s okay Izira. Forgive yourself.” The royal queen’s eyes widened. Since when did little Tali become so wise? Izira felt more tears welling up in her eyes, realizing that she too has been hard on herself ever since the day that Gramorr invaded. She buried her face in her sister’s middle and cried her heart out. Talia’s grip became harder as she felt more tears rolling down her cheeks. Both women felt their struggles, burdens, anger, sadness, self-loathing, and worries lift from their shoulders.

It was such a refreshing feeling. They felt as if it was just them floating on clouds. Izira’s breathing began to slow after another minute of sobbing. A hand was searching for the box of tissues but couldn’t feel for the object. Talia grabbed the box and held it in front of the queen’s face. Izira pulled out the tissue and blew her nose hard, almost sounding like a Psuelvo, a creature from Ephedia that sounds like the equivalent of an elephant on earth. Talia chuckled from the sound and blew her nose as well. She wrapped her arms around her sister’s neck and laid her head on Izira’s hair after the used napkin was thrown into the trash bin. A migraine was forming in the twenty-seven year old’s forehead from the constant crying and blowing. She was debating on having Talia get up from her lap so she could find some medicine to help soothe the pain. The woman heard her sister sigh and realized that she wasn’t gonna be able to go anywhere any time soon. Talia blinked to try to relieve some of the pain from her eyes. She happened to look over in the chair to see the large stack of papers she put during the rush of aiding her sister. The meeting! She totally forgot all about it!

“The meeting! We forgot all about it! We’ll be late if we don’t get going now!” Izira’s eyes widened as she forgot the important task at the moment. But really, she couldn’t go to a meeting like this. She was too tired and worn out from her emotional episode. Izira missed out eleven years of her sister’s life and they were too busy trying to rebuild their kingdom to truly spend time with each other. She kept a grip on Talia’s waist and pressed a button into the speaker.

“Kylo?”

“Yes your majesty?” Said a deep voice coming from the machine.

“Cancel the meeting scheduled for the day. Something got pushed back in the schedule and it’s very important that I look into it. Tell the royals of Ignus that we will reschedule the meeting on Monday, considering how there is a small festival going on in that realm on the weekend.”

“Will do your majesty.” Izira took her finger off of the button and wrapped her arms around Talia once again. Golden eyes looked at fuchsia orbs in confusion.

“We deserve a little break for once. I haven’t had enough time to reunite with my sister properly.” Talia smiled as she hugged the twenty-seven year old with all of her strength.

“I love you Izira.”

“And I love you Tali.” The princess of Xeris rolled her eyes.

“You haven’t called me that nickname in years! I thought I told you I didn’t liked being called that!” A grin formed on the woman’s face from both delight and mischief.

“And yet, I was the only one you allowed to call you that!” Blood rushed to Talia’s face as she tried not to act like a six year old wanting to hide under the covers.

“Oh…whatever Izzy.” Now it was Izira’s turn to blush.

“Hey!” Both women burst into laughter, feeling on top of the world. Silence then filled the room and the Xerin siblings were just fine with it. Izira never felt so content before. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. When was the last time she held her sister? When was the last time Talia was excited to talk about something she was interested in? How did their sisterly bond form to begin with?

Izira was in the study with her father while he was signing documents. She loved sitting on his lap while he did paperwork. It would be just them in their own little secluded room filled with books, papers, and a spinning chair. However, the silence broke free from the room when a man with long brown hair pulled into a ponytail burst through the room. He was breathing hard as if he ran from another realm to the office on foot. The king and princess snapped their heads to the door as they waited to hear what the servant said.

“Your Majesty! Queen Izora is about to deliver!” The king wasted no time as he hoisted his daughter in his arms and ran behind the royal servant. Curious ten-year old Izira wondered why her father was running so fast to her mother. Did something bad happen? The group went to the large chamber filled with equipment for medical procedures. The royal queen was surrounded by the best doctors of Xeris and was doing her best to bring the new life into the world.

“One more push your majesty!” The queen grunted loudly but was drowned out when large cries filled the room. Lo and behold, a tiny baby made their grand entrance and went into the arms of a doctor at the end of the bed. The king quickly placed Izira on the couch at the far end of the room and walked over to his wife. Two doctors moved out of the way and the gentle king gripped his wife’s hand. He wiped the sweat off of her forehead and kissed her.

“Sorry I’m a bit late love.” Izora chuckled at her husband.

“If I wasn’t so tired and ready to meet my baby, I’d probably stab your butt with a crystal Tarek.” The doctor that finished cleaning the tiny baby came over to the royal couple and handed over the child. Izora gently took the baby that stopped crying and gasped. Tarek was so full of emotion. He was the one to start crying after touching his new daughter’s face.

“She’s so beautiful. She can just fit in my hands.” Izora looked up for just a second to see her ten-year old daughter sitting on the couch watching the event unfold. Tarek got up from his wife’s side and walked over to Izira. He picked her up and brought her over to Izora and her new baby sister.

“Izira, this is your baby sister!” The young princess stared at the newborn and was overcome with curiosity.

“Mommy, can I hold her?” Izora beckoned a doctor to sit her up properly so Izira can sit in the bed. The young princess sat on her mother’s lap and held her new sibling with the queen’s help. That baby was just so small and cute! So this is what it’s like to be a big sister!

“What should we name her Tarek?” The king with silver locs tried to think of a fitting name, but he was so wrapped up in seeing his new child being held by his eldest.

“Hi Talia! I’m your big sister!” As soon as the name was heard, the baby opened their honey-colored orbs to see a fuchsia pair staring at them in excitement. Both Tarek and Izora were floored when the baby just opened their eyes to Izira. Happiness filled the room and Tarek carefully pulled his family into his arms. “Talia. Our new baby’s name is Talia.”

Izira smiled fondly from the memory. No wonder their bond didn’t break! Their bond formed as soon as Talia acknowledged her name being called by her older sister. No one could have this kind of bond anywhere else.

“Hey Talia?”

“Hmm…?” The tired princess had her eyes closed but still acknowledged the sibling.

“How was it like on earth?” Talia has been waiting to hear Izira ask that question for a long time. But she was too tired to tell her everything now.

“Can I tell you everything after a nap?” Izira giggled at her sister’s response. She nudged Talia to get off of her lap and stood up. She lead her younger sister to a couch on the right side of the room and laid down. Talia followed suit and lied down next to Izira and almost fell asleep instantly.

“Of course you can Tali. We have the rest of the night and the weekend for you to tell me everything.” She wrapped her arm around Talia and snuggled crystal blue hair. Izira closed her eyes, running off to the land of dreams where she, Talia, and her parents were together laughing at a horrible joke Tarek made.

“Your highness, the meeting has been cancelled for the day.” A diplomat with short auburn hair gave the news to the reigning royals sitting on their thrones. It has been a long day in Ignus and they were busy organizing a little festival for the citizens to celebrate their hard work of rebuilding after the war. The royal king wearing a short sleeved shirt and red pants sighed. He ran his fingers through his bright red braids that went to the middle of his back. His tan skin slightly glistened due to doing physically demanding labor from helping his citizens rebuild their homes. He was really looking forward to this meeting with the Queen of Xeris.

“We should be patient Khalil. After all, they’re still rebuilding too.” The woman beside the king tried to reason. She wore a long strapless top that had sheer tails coming to the floor. She wore a pair of dark red trousers with golden lines going in different directions. Her dark skin wasn’t as shimmering as her husband’s considering she was taking a break from doing manual labor as well.

“I know we should Adeena. It’s just—”

“Dad? Are we still going?” A young woman with long and dark red Marley Twists in a red ponytail interrupted Khalil in excitement. She wore here long dark red dress with gold accents at the top. Her dark skin looked radiant with the dress and her golden eyes made her look astounding. Everyone looked to the princess with a hint of disappointment.

“I’m sorry Karina. But the meeting is cancelled.” The nineteen year old sighed in disbelief and sagged her shoulders. She was really looking forward to meeting both Talia and Izira.

“However, they did reschedule the meeting on Monday.” The royal family perked up upon hearing the addition.

“So…does that mean…?” A voice entering the throne room caused everyone to look in excitement. A man with silver locs in a ponytail wearing a pair of khaki shorts and white shirt drenched with sweat from working walked in. He seemed to have aged a bit from the stress of war but it still made him look good. A woman with long, crystal blue hair wearing the same attire walked in the room behind the man. Her tears ran down her cheeks, joining the bucket of sweat that poured on her very dark skin. The Ignus princess nodded in excitement. She ran over to the couple and took each of their hands.

“You’ll be reunited with your daughters soon Mr. Tarek and Ms. Izora!”

#lolirock secret santa #lolirock #talia #izira #xeris #princess of xeris #queen of xeris #patalmellow #ocs #my ocs #karina #princess of ignus #my fanfic

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Prompt from @secretlystephaniebrown - OKAY CAN WE SEE CABOOSE PUTTING THOSE BEADS IN TUCKER'S HAIR IN THE SOULMATE AU BECAUSE THAT KILLED ME

Okay, so I’m not the best at writing Caboose, but I tried. The bead thing was something I was kinda hesitant to put in In Screaming Color, but I’m glad people like it, so here you go!

Also on AO3 here

Warnings: N/A

Rating: G

Pairings: Implied Tuckington, platonic Tucker & Caboose

“Tucker, look!”

Groaning, Tucker pushes himself up, blinking in the sudden light. He’s pretty sure no one’se ever taught Caboose about knocking before he bursts the fuck in on someone. At least he had just been sleeping and not in the middle of alone time. He’s been sleeping a lot lately. Training the rebels is exhausting, so hell, he’s earned it.

And when he’s asleep there’s less time to wonder what they’re doing to Wash. To Donut. To Sarge. Except for when his dreams try to fill in the blanks.

He squints a little as Caboose plops onto his bed without so much as an invitation. “Dude, the fuck do you want? Aren’t you supposed to be on supply run? Did you get me the shit I asked for?”

“No, I forgot your list, but look what I did get!” He shoves a small plastic box into Tucker’s face. The bed is shaking a little with the way he’s bouncing on the spot. Whatever the hell he found, he’s sure excited about it.

That might not be good for him.

Taking the box, he rubs at his eyes. It doesn’t sound like anything is trying to claw its way out of there. He gives it a little shake. Sounds like there’s a lot of… little somethings rattling around in there. Huh.

He sits up, shifting to put his back against the wall as he opens the box. His brow furrows. “Beads? Where the hell did you get these?”

“The supply run. There were lots of stores and no bad guys so we explored and I found a store with lots and lots of them. It took a while, but I got all the right ones,” he says, looking pretty proud of himself.

Tucker frowns a little. The right ones? What does that mean? He gives them another look. There’s… not a lot of colors. Which is weird for Caboose. Back in Blood Gulch, he had specially requisitioned the biggest pack of brightly colored rainbow beads he could find once Tucker had agreed to let him mess with his hair again.

It had taken quite a lot of convincing after the fire incident. He had mentioned the beads just off hand when he’d been complaining about cutting off the burnt ends and Caboose had just lit up. After that, it had sort of become a thing. A not quite nightly routine of Caboose carefully working an assortment of beads into his hair.

Of course then, even with the ridiculous amount of colors to choose from, he had mostly stuck to the blue ones.

But there’s… not actually any blue ones in there. Huh. It’s not until he’s got a small handful to get a better look at the colors that it clicks and something in his chest curls tight until it hurts. There’s four colors. Pink, red, gray, and yellow.

Tucker’s voice sticks in his throat as he looks up at Caboose. Suddenly, he looks a little sheepish, ducking his head, curls flopping down to hide his eyes. “I know they are not blue, but… I thought they would be nice. I think Donut and Wash and the sergeant would not mind you using their colors.”

It takes him a minute to swallow the lump in his throat before he nods. “Yeah… yeah I bet they’d be cool with it.”

He grabs Caboose’s hand and carefully drops the beads into his much larger palm. Shifting the box closer to him, Tucker turns away, pulling his hair free of the loose bun he’d forced it into earlier. “Go ahead, just try not to pull too much, dude.”

“I will be very gentle,” Caboose says earnestly.

It’s always relaxing to have someone mess with his hair. Caboose’s big, clumsy fingers are surprisingly nimble when they want to be. He carefully works through Tucker’s dreads, Tucker can even feel him carefully tightening up a few locs here and there like he’d shown him ages ago. When he wants to, Caboose can remember things pretty damn well.

“What colors would you like?”

Tucker’s teeth go to his lip and he shrugs. “I dunno, maybe… maybe Wash’s? I can braid some of Donut’s in yours later.”

“That would be very nice.”

Caboose hums to himself, apparently not feeling the slightly heavy silence as it settles around them. Or maybe he does. “You miss Washington, don’t you?”

That lump’s in his throat again and he shrugs. Because he doesn’t want to miss Wash’s stupid self-sacrificing ass and his fucking drill sergeant orders and all the rest of it. But his hand absently goes to the collar of his shirt, knowing there’s that too gray mark hidden just beneath it.

“I sure as hell don’t miss him telling me to drop and give him a million,” he says, snorting. “Or his stupid pacing at three in the morning all the time. Oh, or how he’d never stop giving me crap about the one time I forgot to brush my teeth. Or--”

“Yeah, I miss him too.”

That shuts him up way too easily. Something in Tucker’s chest aches and his eyes burn, so he forces them shut. This is stupid. He can’t get worked up over this. It’s going to be fine. Wash is fine, they’re all fine. They just have to find them.

Caboose’s hand stills in his hair, the other landing on his shoulder and squeezing. “When we rescue them, we are going to make the best blanket fort ever.”

Tucker reaches up and pats Caboose’s hand. “Of all time.”

They keep talking, the pain in his chest easing a little. Caboose apparently has about a million things planned for when they get Wash and the others back. He’s got a whole tour of the rebel base planned, though Tucker tries to talk him out of some parts. (“Dude, they’re not gonna want to see Andersmith’s stamp collection, no one wants to see that.”)

Eventually, Caboose decides he’s done and scoots off Tucker’s bed to sit on the floor. He’s so fucking tall, it’s the only way Tucker can get at his hair. “This is so fucking tangled, hang on, I’ve gotta comb it out first. Have you not been brushing it again?”

“I forgot. Agent Washington has not been reminding me and I have not added that to Andersmith’s schedule yet.”

Tucker freezes where he’s got one hand in the box he’s been using as a nightstand. Fishing out his comb, he lets out a breath. “Don’t bother, I’ll put it on mine. Smith won’t do it right. I’ve got it.”

“If you say so.” But there’s a hint of cheer in Caboose’s voice that wasn’t there before. He mostly sits still as Tucker carefully works the knots out of his hair.

“It’s getting real long again,” he notes, catching a few strands between his fingers, letting them slowly fall back where they curl halfway to Caboose’s shoulders. “You should let me cut it soon.”

“I am waiting for Donut. He cuts it best.” Well, Tucker can’t really argue with that. For a moment, he almost says they have no idea when that’s going to be. That they don’t even know if Donut’s going to be up for that when they get him back. If--

No. No he’s putting the brakes on that hard, so he just nods. “Yeah, okay.”

Once he gets the tangles out, he starts carefully working a few little braids into Caboose’s hair, threading a few pink beads in here and there. “Can you save some?” Caboose asks when he’s been at it for a few minutes. “I think Grif and Simmons would probably like a few beads too.”

Tucker’s pretty sure neither of them would be caught dead with pink and red beads in their hair, though Grif’s is definitely long enough for it. But he doesn’t disagree. “Sure. There’s gonna be plenty left though, you got a fuck ton, dude.”

“I had to make sure there were enough for everyone, Tucker,” he says, faintly shaking his head as he scoffs a little. “Sharing is very important, everyone knows that.”

He can’t stop himself from laughing as he nods. “Okay, yeah, good point. Alright, think that’s pretty good unless you want more.”

Caboose reaches up and feels at his head. After a moment, he nods and stands, collecting the box of beads. “This is good. Thank you, Tucker, I will try to keep them nice until we find the others.”

“Uh huh, sure.” Knowing Caboose, he’s going to have to redo the braids daily, but… it’s not the worst way to kill an hour or two. Tucker throws an arm over his eyes as he flops back on the bed. He’s vaguely aware of Caboose babbling something about going to see Grif and Simmons at him as a large hand pats his knee.

The door to his room opens and closes as Tucker’s hand idly drifts to his own hair. Fingers running over the beads, he shuts his eyes tightly. It’s not enough, and really… it shouldn’t mean shit, but the yellow and gray are so, so like Wash’s colors. Like part of him is still there.

It’s not enough, but it’ll hold him over until Wash is back. It’s only a matter of time.

#rvb fluff week #my writing #implied relationships #lavernius tucker #michael j caboose #soulmark au #companion piece to my longer fic

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