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dgknightblue · 7 months

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What if the guys were mythical creature versions of their fears or the others fears?

Naga Grif and Vampire Simmons (?)

What’s a spider creature that Donut could be?

Or they’d be basic, generic animal monsters.

Snake man Grif

Bat person Simmons

Spider Donut

Oh man legless lizard Sarge or something.

Maybe Legless lizard Grif and Sarge hates that he’s not a real snake-

False Chameleons!!!

Just an assortment of creatures!!!

I love lizards and snakes and reptiles and amphibians and eek!!! Some many animals!!!

Fish men from the deep!!

Marine scientist Simmons stays at the shallows to study many sea creatures and fishman Grif is just watching him from deeper waters.

Occasionally Simmons would swim around and sometimes shows at the beach at night. He has no clue he’s being stalked (duh that’s what stalking is and Grif that’s creepy man.) so he seems more relaxed since he thinks he’s alone.

Relaxed Simmons is kind of embarrassing but whole heartedly adorable in somethings he does.

One time Simmons fights a shark. He might have lost some limbs, but he took the shark with him. Now Grif get territorial and makes sure nothing like that happens again.

I can’t draw very well. But anyways, Grif has two forms. One that’s closer to what human looks like but still has fish like things. His ears are sharper than a human and he still has his marks. His gill slits look like marks too. The other is his regular fish form.

I’m thinking Simmons meets Grif one night and they become friends. It gets a little flirty but nothing happens for a while. Grif eventually decides to give courting gifts knowing Simmons wouldn’t know they’re for courtship. The thank you kisses are very welcome.

Grif believes it an invitation to start kissing more and being cuddly. Simmons is initially confused and reluctant but starts saying yes to his bigger advances once he grows a crush on the strange nude man.

Well he doesn’t stay nude in the beginning since Simmons gets him some clothes! But clothes are a little in the way sometimes.

Like that one time Grif watched Simmons strip because he wanted to swim with Grif and Simmons is still wearing the removable covering.

Grif’s not completely clueless about human culture, but his sister knows more since she moved more inland.

Simmons gets invited over to Grif’s cave den where the entrance is halve flooded and easy to wade through.

The danger of being trapped in there is 40% as the cave itself is large, there’s a ledge for you to pull your self up, and at most the tides make you have to hold your breath for 2 minutes. Otherwise, you can just walk in if you find it with water up to your hips.

There is a land entrance that’s hard to find usually covered in foliage. Simmons finds it from exploring the cave with Grif.

Grif was super nervous to share his den with Simmons. His nest was fluffed and padded several times before he even worked up the nerve to ask.

He filled it with things he’s taken from negligent humans that he knew weren’t trash when he occasionally cleaned. The only reason he cleaned is because he didn’t want his sister getting hurt in case she visited.

The second he saw Simmons sitting in his nest, he couldn’t help the urge to make it super obvious who Simmons is with. In a sense. It’s not a real claim, because he’d need Simmons permission with that.

For some reason Simmons finds it easier to talk to girls now. Probably because he’s kind of not single anymore.

Especially this super pretty girl that started talking to him about her brother out of nowhere. Her brother sound familiar and handsome.

She tells him about mermen and mermaids and courtship. It gives Simmons the idea to subtly tell Grif he likes him without actually letting him know. He starts bringing Grif things like Oreos and other foods he’s made. He knows Grif’s a carnivore with those hot sharp teeth. Not to mention the other things.

Now Grif already considered the clothes Simmons got him as a gift saying he fond of him and wants to be close. These other gifts, Grif knows.

He’s already started half of the courtship. Simmons completes the other half by also giving gifts that mean he agrees to be his.

He’s not sure if Simmons is aware of the exact implications, but he’s sure Simmons is in love with him. He can also tell he’s been talking to his sister.

She had Simmons hand him a present she picked out that says she approves.

So that night was Grif’s favorite night <3

It was Simmons’ favorite too <3

Then Simmons was gone for almost a year and Grif missed him. He had to deal with the others that took Simmons place at the beach. Again.

Donut was tolerable sometimes. At least he cleaned up the trash that floats by.

You’d think a private beach closed to the public would be trash free?

He hates Sarge because he somehow knows he’s there and talks vaguely about killing him if they ever meet.

Locus was okay, but he wasn’t compelled to interact with him like he did with Simmons.

When Simmons eventually comes back, he’s got a baby with him.

Oh Fxck.

No wonder he was gone for almost a year.

His sister was so fxcking vague when she visited.

Oh!!! You know what could also happen?

If Simmons was the only one Grif didn’t interact with at all at first because he was attracted to him and didn’t want to come on too strong. He talked to Sarge (once) and occasionally Donut and talked to Locus a lot (mostly about Simmons).

It was after the Shark attack that Grif could no longer stay way.

Maybe.

I got very distracted.

#au #merman au #red vs blue #rvb Simmons #rvb grif #rvb sarge #rvb locus #rvb donut #grimmons #merman grif #cute

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fullmetal-the-last-alchemist · 2 years

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Where did you hear the owl house leaks were fake?

OK. WELL. SO. full disclosure: i'm not... 100% sure that they're fake. i have a lot of reasons as to why i think they're fake but if i'm being honest i'm only about 90% sure. my post was, admittedly, somewhat wishful thinking.

so! why do i think they're fake? [spoiler-free edition]

i'll start with the reasons that don't have to do with the images themselves. namely, i've seen several different posts of people talking about the leak, and the gist i've gathered is: someone on reddit/twitter (not sure which lol) claims that they have the full "thanks to them" special... but hasn't posted the actual full episode anywhere, and has only posted a couple of spoilery screenshots. i've also seen a few people in the toh tag asking for links to the full special (not cool guys) and none of them seem to have any luck so far. all of that leads me to believe that the special hasn't actually been leaked, and the images are fake.

now, i'll talk about the images themselves - putting this under a read more just in case (the images won't be under the cut btw, just my speculations about them)

so! i took a closer look at the images and they definitely look fake to me. in particular, hunter doesn't have his haircut; his hair looks the same as it was back in season 2 (with maybe a little bit of growth). several other people have thrown in their two cents, so from what i can tell, these images are just speculative fanart? or fake screenshots, which people do love making lol.

admittedly, the only leaked images i've seen are: the two of belos-possessed hunter (one with flapjack, one with luz), and the one of everyone gathered around hunter as he... dissolves? or, flapjack does?? well. ok then. anyways.

the first two, of possessed hunter, look pretty fake to me. hunter's hair, as i mentioned, is the same as it used to be, with maybe a little growth (i can see a fanartist drawing it like that to account for a possible timeskip). oh, and he's wearing a wolf graphic tee, which i can see being a reference to dana's art of hunter and hooty together (also possibly speculative from a fanartist's pov)

luz is in her luzura fit i think? which goes against what we've seen of the special so far, i don't think there's been a single image of her in that outfit (also it doesn't really match her vibe of the season of, um. depression lol). also! in the one of luz and possessed-hunter, luz is holding what i'm assuming is her palisman staff... which conveniently has the palisman itself hidden behind hunter's head lol. idk about you but that screams fake screenshot to me.

AND THEN... the third image. everyone gathered around hunter as he... dissolves. or, flapjack is dissolving on top of him and hunter is just conveniently passed out.

i gotta say, this one made me pause for a second. everyone's designs are updated - except for hunter, he still has his old hair, and luz, who's still in her luzura fit from the previous "screencap". but what you have to remember is that these leaked after the new footage was released on oct. 6th. i can absolutely see a fanartist hurriedly editing their fake screenshot to incorporate the new designs before posting their images.

if these are real, then... i could maybe, possibly see it. hunter getting possessed by belos, duh, i can picture that 100%. luz could be in her luzura outfit instead of one of her depression fits to symbolize her getting back into the game and regaining her determination or whatever. hunter's hair could be back to its usual look because belos, while possessing hunter, somehow made it grow back to what he's used to hunter having, to show that hunter will always belong to him or whatever. maybe hunter will die and that will allow a portal to be opened, so everyone can go back - or, flapjack sacrifices himself to bring hunter back, as one last act of love.

i kiiiiinda doubt it though lol. that shit is depressing.

but if i'm wrong then [points at possessed hunter] Fucking Called It, and [points at dying hunter and/or flapjack] lol rip

#it boils down to: i don't want them to be real so i am hoarding every piece of evidence that says they're fake #(which is a substantial amount)#like a dragon hoarding gold #anyways. if i'm wrong you all 100% have permission to come yell at me #toh #toh spoilers #toh leaks #ruth speaks #ask #EDIT: DONT LISTEN TO ME DONT LISTEN TO ME I WAS FUCKING WRONG YOU ALL HAVE PERMISSION TO KILL ME DEAD

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wrestlingoneshot · 2 years

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A RADIOHEAD'S WEDDING (PT.3)

(Ryan/Dylan)

Game: The Quarry

At the Reception.

The reception was booming with friends, family and even some co-workers that cane to pretty much the wedding of the year to others. Everybody was enjoying the drinks, light snacks and music before the newlyweds made their grand entrance. On the other side of the door, Ryan was fidgeting his cufflinks out of nervousness. He wasn't too keen with large crowds and isn't a social butterfly like his wonderful husband. He was shocked he fought through his anxiety during the wedding, but for Dylan, he would walk on nails barefooted for him. Ryan watched as Dylan walked up to him.

"Hey, Ry. Are you ok?"

Ryan couldn't help but to smile at his beautiful now husband. He quickly took Dylan's hand in his. "Now I am. Just missing you."

Dylan scoffed and smiled. "Well duh. Of course you can't be away from me for 2 seconds without missing me."

Ryan chuckled at Dylan's response before kissing him. Dylan return the kiss with a smile. Their moment cut short when they heard Emma trying to get the room's attention.

Emma taps on the mic before talking. "Uh...excuse me! I want to say that I'm grateful to introduce the newlyweds in. Please give a warm welcome to the brand new married couple, Mr. Ryan Erzahler and Mr. Dylan Lenivy-Erzahler!"

The crowd erupted in a loud applause that could be heard through the doors. Ryan and Dylan held hands. "Ready?" Dylan asked.

Ryan nods. "As I'll ever be."

The couple watched the door opens and they walked in. Greeted by loud cheers and whistling. Ryan awkwardly waved at the crowd even if it is filled with people he used to. He felt Dylan's hand to give a comforting squeeze to let him know he's with him. Even without saying anything, Dylan knows when Ryan's anxiety kicks in and that's one of many reasons why he fell in love with Dylan. As Ryan and Dylan made their way to the wedding party's table where they were seated in the center with two his and his champagne glasses. As they and the rest of the wedding party sat down, they were quickly served their dinner. Which Dylan was grateful for since he skipped breakfast this morning due to the fact he was so damn nervous. It was the same exact dish they shared the first time they made themselves as an official couple. They enjoyed their time watching the other guest be served and dancing on the dance floor.

Moments later, Kaitlyn walked on stage. The DJ turned the music down and Kaitlyn begins speaking her best woman speech.

"Good evening. Um..hello, my name is Kaitlyn and I'm the Best Women to our lovely couple here." She watched Dylan smile and Ryan nods at her. "You know, I knew this day would come. I knew that when Dylan first told me about his not-so-secret crush he had on Ryan when we met him during camp. I teased Dylan saying that he was planning his wedding on first sight of Ryan." The crowd laughs. Ryan didn't know that Dylan was crushing hard on him since the first sight, so he smiled at Dylan, who was red in the face. He discreetly flipped Kaitlyn off. "I knew these two knuckleheads were it for each other when they both stupidly didn't noticed they fell hard for one another. Dylan calling me about his tempting of flirting isn't fazing Ryan while at the same time Ryan texting me about how he couldn't find words to tell Dylan that he likes him, it drove me insane." Ryan and Dylan both grimaced at the fact they did that to poor Kaitlyn. "But, I was happy to help them guide themselves to each other. Just them together, lights up the room. They just draw you in with their chemistry and tho it could drive you sick sometimes. Yet, it's so sweet that they found one another. I can tell Ryan would do anything to protect Dylan, and Dylan would do the same for Ryan. Nobody else can be like that like them." Kaitlyn raised her glass, and they whole room did. "To Ryan and Dylan. The two idiots I can call my family. Who I love. Congratulations to you both on your everlasting happiness and love." Kaitlyn took her drink and the crowd cheered. Ryan held his glass towards Kaitlyn as Dylan mouths 'Thank you. Love you too' towards her.

"I have something to say." Laura took the stage. "I just want to say that, I'm grateful to have met these two wonderful men. Since I met Ryan first after we...saved other campers from the bear attack...the way he couldn't stop talking about Dylan was just the most beautiful thing in the world." Laura watched Dylan turn to Ryan who gave Dylan a loving look. They finally got that closure about Ryan and Laura supposed intimate talk. "I wish the both of you the best and healthy marriage." The crowd claps at the sane time a tipsy Jacob stumbled on the stage.

"Heeey....Hey! I got words." The attention went to Jacob. "First I--I have to say....Damn! You two are just so hot as fu--what?!" Jacob was interrupted by Laura who shoved his shoulder to stop him. Jacob got the hint. "Oh! I meant to say you two are beautiful together and I wish you all the love and happiness filled with babies and all that other stuff! To my two best gay bros that a guy could ever meet! WOOO!" Jacob took his remaining drink down. The crowd claps and a few laughs were heard. Ryan was facepalming as Dylan found this to be entertaining.

Emma took the stage once again. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the couple's first dance."

Ryan took hold of Dylan's hand as they made their way to the dance floor. They just noticed that Kaitlyn went back to the stage.

"Sooo...besides the speech, I have a special gift to our couple. I never do this and I will never again, so I hope they enjoy it." Kaitlyn eyed Max. "Max." Max grabbed his guitar. Laura kissed him and said good luck as he walked on stage with Kaitlyn after setting up a second mic stand.

Max settled in his seat as Ryan and Dylan got to the dance floor. "Uh, so me and Kaitlyn practiced this for about a month, so I hope you two enjoy." Max goes and play the song. Dylan instantly recognize the song. Eyes widen he looked to Ryan who just smiled. It was a mistake they both came across that song. One night doing them sharing his air pods to listen to music, Ryan discovered a playlist he didn't make. It was titled, "Ryan and Dylan love songs" He knew it had to been his sister, Sarah, who somehow got his phone to make it. He tried to delete it but Dylan stopped him. Dylan was intrigued to see what kind of music Sarah liked. It was his DJ side talking. Ryan gave in and they both listened. It wasn't their taste per-say, but it wasn't bad. Until they came across one particular song. Ryan read the name. H.E.R feat. Daniel Caesar Best Part. He found the song pretty much describing how he felt about Dylan. Since then, Ryan caught Dylan hummed that song a few times since they dated. When it came close to their wedding, Ryan asked Max could he perform the song at their wedding.

"You remembered" Dylan whispered.

"Of course I remember anything you liked, Dyl."

Dylan pulled Ryan close as they, once again found themselves away from the rest of the world. Everybody disappeared. It was just them as Kaitlyn started singing.

(Kaitlyn)

You don't know, babe. When you hold me. You kisses me slowly, it's the sweetest thing. And it don't change. If I had it my way. You will know that you are. You're the coffee that I need in the morning. You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring. Won't you give yourself to me. Give it all. I just want to see..

(Kaitlyn and Max)

I just want to see how. Beautiful you are. You know that I see it. I know you're a star. Where you go, I'll follow. No matter how far. If life is a movie, know you're the best part. Whoaaa, you're the best part. Whoaaa, best part.

Ryan couldn't help but to whisper in Dylan's ear. "You're the best part" Dylan let the silent tears fall as he kept dancing with Ryan. The absolute love of his life.

(Max)

It is the sun rise, and those brown iris. You're the one that I desire. When we wake up, then we make love. It makes me feel so nice. You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert. You're the Tylenol when I take when my head hurts. You sun shine on my life.

Ryan plants soft kisses on Dylan's lips as they kept dancing to the song.

(Max and Kaitlyn)

If you love me, won't you say something. If you love me, love me. If you love me, just say something. If you love me, won't you say something.

Kaitlyn finished the song with a soft note as Ryan and Dylan kissed. The crowd claps as a few people had tears. Ryan reaches up to wipe Dylan's tears from his eyes. "I love you so much, Ry." Dylan said.

"I love you too" Ryan said.

They reception continues. It was time for the couple to cut the cake. Ryan and Dylan sliced the cake together and shared it. "SMASH THE CAKE IN HIS FACE" Jacob yelled out. Ryan simply ignored him. But, Dylan smeared a bit of frosting on Ryan's lips and goes to kiss him before Ryan said anything.

Throwing the bouquet was next. Dylan was excited for this one. They called all the unmarried folks up. Laura was upset she had to stay out because she was already married. Kaitlyn refused, yet Abi and Emma joined the unmarried folks. Emma was determined and Abi didn't really wanted to do this, but she participated anyways.

"Ready?!" Dylan said as he turned around.

The group, even Emma already pushing to ready to jump. Dylan counted to three and let the bouquet fly over his head. He heard mad jumping until a loud clapping. He turned around and seen the bouquet in the arms of Abi.

"Way to go, Abi!" Emma and Dylan said.

"I--I--oh goodness" Abi said shyly. But more nervous as what this meant. Laura and Kaitlyn congratulated Abi as Max and Jacob teased Nick who was blushing like crazy. Dylan claps as he goes to say something to Ryan but he disappeared.

Ryan snuck outside on the patio balcony to get some fresh air. He felt a little crowded and needed to escape for a while. The moon was out fully brightly. Years ago he would be terrified after what happened at the campsite, but now it was the most beautiful. He didn't notice someone came out until he felt a pair of arms around him. He was about to protest until he seen that recognizable prosthetic hand but chuckled at the poorly deep voice.

"Hey sexy. You want to give me your number, handsome?"

Ryan laughed. "Excuse you, but I'm a married man."

"What your husband don't know, won't hurt him."

"Nah. I'll pass. I love my husband too much. So you're out of luck."

Dylan turned Ryan around and smiled at him. "Good thing I'm the lucky man who is happy to call you my husband."

"And I'm damn lucky to have you as my husband." Ryan smiled.

Dylan pressed his forehead against Ryan and looked in his eyes. "I missed you."

Ryan sighed happily. "M'sorry, Dyl. I just needed some air."

"I get it, love. How about I tell Kaitlyn to take over and we just get outta here?"

Ryan smiled. "You would leave the party for me?"

"Ryan, you're my husband. Of course I'll do anything for you. Besides, I want you all to myself tonight. Fuck waiting for the honeymoon. They will have no other choice but to respect that."

Ryan kissed Dylan softly. "I love you, Mr. Erzahler."

Dylan smiled as returned the soft kiss. "Mmm. Say it again, please?"

Ryan laughed and made sure he looked deeply into Dylan's beautiful brown eyes. "I love you so much, Mr. Erzahler."

Dylan smiled as fresh tears started to build in his eyes. "I love you too."

Ryan and Dylan shared a deep, passionate kiss that filled with love under the brightest moonlight as a married couple.

#radioheads #ryan x dylan #drylan #dylan x ryan #dylan leviny #ryan erzahler #rylan #ryan/dylan #dylan/ryan

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 2 years

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22. Wrong About Her

People were wrong about things. She wasn’t always keen on pointing it out when she noticed it, and sometimes, she wondered if she was noticing what was happening or if she was misinterpreting things. It took her years to get comfortable enough with herself to trust her intuition. But, when it was about her, she always knew. They told her that her daddy was dead when they brought her to the warehouse. She couldn’t tell if that was true, but she hoped that it was. That was why she knew that she needed to get home. Just to check. Just to see for herself, and then, she would figure out what to do next..

Her mom had her while in a women’s correctional facility. That was a fact that ONLY a few people even knew, to this day. Xander, because she confided in him and sworn him to secrecy. Sunny, because she was nosy and researched it, and Grace. Because, she was Grace. But, anybody else who knew that Alexandria was born in prison knew because they had known her parents.

She went into her dad’s custody. He had been in and out of juvie for most of his adolescence and did a bid whenever her older brother was born, for armed robbery, which lasted him 40 months. 40 months. She didn’t understand why they didn’t just say 4 years. Technically, it was a little over 3, but still. 40 months sounded awful. And, maybe that was why. 40 months sounds longer than 4 years, even though it isn’t. The system never really liked her family much.

Her mom had been a teen mom with her brother and touched base with Tuba on getting work. Yeah. Her mom was one of Tuba’s kids, back in the day, and pregnant girls could move things lightly without much suspicion. Sometimes, people attempted to help them, but sometimes, they were simply allowed to go about their business without drawing too much suspicion. So, her mom sold drugs.

She wasn’t necessarily holding things down for her dad, but whenever he got out, they reconnected. So many things he couldn’t do, even legally. He couldn’t work at a bar, or with any alcohol. He couldn’t be in the same space with a weapon, even if the person legally owned it. Duh, he couldn’t be around drugs… But, he came home to all these things. With having a toddler that he didn’t even really know, and a girlfriend who hadn’t really kept in close touch with him, he knew that he couldn’t wind up leaving them like that again. He tried to do some honest work. It didn’t grant much towards the bills, and he was an additional mouth to feed, something that did NOT sit well with her mom. So… she arranged a meeting with Tuba.

And… he was not someone who felt comfortable selling, so he touched base with his old gig of robbing, but with Tuba’s backing, that worked out better for him. They had a couple of good years before her mom got pregnant. In fact, whenever she got pregnant, they were engaged…

But, she quickly got picked up afterwards, and the plan was always that if something happened, SHE took the product. He was able to get away, but she had the product and she wasn’t able to get away. Her trial didn’t last very long. She plead guilty, so her defense attorney told her that she probably wouldn’t do more than a couple of years… which would have been longer if her dad had taken the product and gotten caught with it. It would have been his second strike, and he technically did not sell drugs. They had agreed to her taking any fall related to that side of business.

But, with her pregnant, he didn’t want her locked up, and that was exacerbated by the fact that the 2 years that her defense attorney thought she might get was instead a sentence of 3 years. It was bad enough that he had been away from the family for the beginning of her brother’s life. He didn’t want to have their second child missing their mom for that long.

He had to really fight for custody. He had to prove repeatedly that he wasn’t involved in any illegal actions, hiding money that they had saved up in a safe in the yard of their trailer park. He had to try to find a more suitable place for the kids. It was too small, too this, too that. He was sure that they WANTED him to not be able to take care of his children. Tuba helped him get a little house, but he’d have to do some harder jobs to pay her back for the help. He agreed, of course.

That’s another thing that people had been wrong about when she was little… Her daddy loved his family and he worked really hard to take care of her and her older brother whenever her mom was locked up. She came from a loving family. She came from a home filled with love. People. Got. It. Wrong. Always.

When she was little, she was smart. She was artistic and analytical. Her brother was really good at math. He played card games and learned how to cheat, which always frustrated a tiny her, because she didn’t know that he was cheating, just that she was always losing. SHE was good at putting stuff together and taking stuff apart. Their dad encouraged their gifts, albeit, he helped them hone those gifts to be what he called “resourceful.” They were little criminals in the making.

Whenever her mother got out, she came to the new place, impressed with the work that had been done. Her brother missed the woman, but she didn’t know her and even though they had visited her before, she hadn’t gotten old enough to yet form memories of her. Something about her was familiar, but only that. She was just now starting to remember things and keep them with her. Her dad joked that it meant that her mom got home right on time, because “The Genius” will be able to remember her from now on.

It made her mom sad to see that the baby that she held once on the worst day of her life and only saw through glass a few times after that was walking, talking and looking exactly like her father. HIS baby… not even really hers. She had wanted her named Alexanderia… her father had put “Alexandria,” because he thought she messed up. And she had told him to put HER last name on her paperwork. Laurier… and he had put his, Jones. He had done this because he was told it could be helpful in the custody situation, but he hadn’t had the ability to touch base with her about it at the time, so she had to find out later that her daughter Alexanderia Laurier was Alexandria Jones… no middle name. The one thing he WAS supposed to choose. And this Alexandra Jones was a stranger. A beautiful little girl who she had dreamed of and loved dearly, but one who did not share the connection with her that her son did and not the connection that she had with her daddy.

But, their family was full of love. Her brother was running scams at school from first grade, and though she didn’t fully grasp any of his teachings, she did have skills of her own that he couldn’t TOUCH, by the time she was 6. He couldn’t pick locks, her passion for daddy-daughter projects. Sure, her brother could swindle people, but Alexandria thought, “It’d be better to just break in and take stuff than try to trick people into giving you stuff.” A daddy’s girl, through and through. She asked for a safe for her 7th birthday, and whenever she saw it, she ignored the art supplies that her mother had gotten (even though she did want and love them), this was much more important…

“Why did you ask for a safe?” Her brother had asked.

“Because I failed at cracking Dad’s,” she told him, tinkering with it.

“Why do you want to crack Dad’s safe?”

“I don’t. I want to crack A safe, and that was the only one that I could get to.”

“Where do you think you’re gonna crack safes at? Cracking safes is serious work, Alley.”

“One day, you and me are gonna pull off a heist and retire mom and dad,” she said. He just smiled… she thinks. She feels like she used to remember that he had smiled about that. He was about 12 at the time, and she remembered from when she was first in the warehouse that he had smiled… but by her adulthood, that memory had morphed a lot. She couldn’t even remember what her brother’s face looked like by the time she was the same age he had been on that day.

She was not some unwanted or discarded kid. She wasn’t a kidnapped for getting into a car with a stranger or making a choice that a gullible child might make. She was taken, but it was all wrong. She didn’t belong there. She wasn’t some kid meant for trafficking! In hindsight, no kid was, but… she had been TAUGHT how to avoid traffickers, as early as 4 years old. And her parents didn’t abandon her. She knew that couldn’t be true, even though that was what her mom’s coworkers had said whenever they picked her up from school.

“Your mom asked me to get you on my way out,” one had said. She was 10 and extremely leery. Her mother had told her that she would never send anybody to pick her up and before she ever got into a car with anybody to rush back to the school, check her phone for texts and tell an adult that some scumbag was trying to get her into their vehicle. So, she started that journey. She turned to reenter the school and was straight up snatched. He had grabbed her and she dropped her phone and her backpack and her snacks spilled everywhere. That was the last she saw of society.

Sometimes… when you’re involved in criminal lifestyle, you get tangled up with some bad people. Sometimes, you fall out with people. Sometimes, you offend or owe people… and there are people who will take what they feel like they’re owed and not care how that makes you feel.

“When I get older, I wanna go to art school,” she had told her dad and he had immediately put her in art classes and told her that he was gonna start saving up for her to go to older kid art school when she got older… but it never happened. She went to the warehouse instead.

She didn’t have enough information. She knew that she was being kidnapped. She knew her name, address, both parents phone numbers and her brothers… but… she never brought him up. Some part of her was terrified that if these people knew about him, he would get taken away from home too… even though he was a big kid, he was her brother and she didn’t want him here. There were big kids here, too. Kids his size and probably older, some of them really big. That shouldn’t happen to her brother. She just wanted to go HOME. Her daddy would pay them. Just CALL him. Her daddy would fix it. He’d get them whatever they needed. Just CALL him!! They told her that he was dead. They told her that her mom gave her away, because she could only afford one of them and she chose her favorite.

That… probably wasn’t true… but 10 year old Xandria couldn’t guarantee in her heart that it wasn’t… Her family wasn’t very honest. She was grateful for Xander and Heath. They were kind to her. She didn’t trust Grace. Her daddy had taught her better than to trust somebody who had secrets, and she did. She didn’t distrust 227, but she was small, so she didn’t trust her either. Small kids were mostly stupid. They weren’t generally trained well. But, they became a loving family. That’s something that people didn’t know.

She bonded with them, through trauma, through heartache, through blood and strife. She bonded with them. They were her new family. She hoped that her mom was okay… if she hadn’t sold her. If she had, she hoped that a plague fell upon everything that she did. She hoped that her dad wasn’t dead, but she hoped that he didn’t blame himself. She hoped that her brother went to some haughty college and swindled rich kids while he worked on whatever degree… that had been his goal. But, she didn’t think she could ever go back to them, and she understood how hard it must have been for her mom to come back to a home changed, a home that went on without her, a home that she could call home, but that didn’t mean it would feel like it. She wished that she could tell her daddy that she could pick locks like nobody’s business and she was pretty damn good at cracking a safe too…

People were wrong about 1k. Xandria was definitely confident enough to know that. The girl was pretty and charming, that much they could all agree on, and she came from a good home, that seemed obvious too… but she was sneaky… and she wanted Xander. Xandria didn’t like that, either of those things.

He was oddly protective of her, and it made Xandria suspicious. What was it about her that he felt like he had to protect her? “Why are you always trying to protect her?” she wondered.

“She’s a good kid and she’s having a rough time. You remember how it was to be the new girl,” he said. She knew that was a lie, too. Well, it was true-ish. It was a partial truth. He said the part that was least offensive, but didn’t say whatever the rest was. So, Xandria watched her.

“Hi, 808!” She cheered.

“Don’t call me that.” Only Xander and Grace called her that whenever outsiders weren’t there. She wasn’t Xander or Grace. “That’s not my name.” Sunny’s nostrils flared a moment and even though she was still smiling, her eyes flashed this eruption of rage that Xandria clocked, even though it went incognito quickly.

“My mistake, Xander’s Girl,” she said in a very non-threatening way, but Xandria STILL wanted to snap her neck.

“My name is Alexandria,” she said. She didn’t add that her friends called her “Xandria, because she wasn’t gonna be friends with this little bitch.”

“Alexandria,” Sunny repeated, like she was trying to find a way to say it that sounded good to her, and making a big show of portraying that no way did, before butchering it. “Alexandira. Alexanderer…” It was Alexandria’s turn to look angry. Now, Sunny smiled, genuinely happy with having upset her, “Are you okay, Alexandara?”

“Xandria, for short,” she said, just in case she was wrong, and the girl was just stupid or bad at big names.

“Xanjerer,” Sunny said. “That’s very cute. You can call me Sunetra, if you want. I do LOVE 1K. Xander gave me that handle, but my name is Sunetra, if you and I are doing names instead.”

“Sun. Got it,” she said and walked off. Xander better stay away from that bih-

“Have a good day, Xanada!” The way she said that, Alexandria KNEW now, she was doing it on purpose…

And she continued, calling her everything from Xanessa, Xandina, Xanana, Xanadu, Xansas… and if she was feeling particularly disrespectful, she would take a swing at something as offensive as “Other Xan” or as ridiculous as “Xania Twain…”

Before she knew it, Xandria had a butterfly knife to her throat and asked her, “How close have YOU come to killing somebody?” Sunny, thinking about the fact that she still felt that she got Todd killed started crying.

“Xan, Jesus, what is WRONG with you?” Xander asked, pulling her away from Sunny and letting the smaller girl cry on him. “What’s going on?” He asked his girlfriend.

“I’m tired of her shit,” she said through her teeth.

Sunny sobbed and Xander shook his head and rubbed her back, “I’m getting tired of yours.” He walked Sunny away from her and told Heath, “Keep my psycho girlfriend subdued, please.”

Xandria glared at the back of them, headed for the train. Heath cracked his knuckles and asked, “You’re not gonna actually make me subdue you, right?” She glared at him. This was right after his growth spurt that came for him at like… 14? 15? She didn’t know how old his ass was, just that he had become kinda gigantic overnight, when she had been the tallest of them for a while. She shook her head and he looked relieved. Xander would sick him on people because he was strong, even when he wasn’t as tall or burly, but Heath didn’t particularly like to have to grab friends.

“Is he fucking her?” She asked. For a moment, Heath’s features betrayed… something before he answered.

“She’s a kid, Xandria.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“He’s never said anything to me about anything like that,” he said. Again with the partial truths. He never said anything, but Heath would know if something was up with them. He and Xander told each other everything. She once walked in on Xander bent over with Heath examining and trying to describe his butthole. Something about Xander thought that he either contracted something or had a vile rash or something and wanted somebody to check on it… and Heath was who he called upon. So… “But, he wants to,” she said.

Again, something there. “You’d have to ask him.”

“No. I’m taking your reluctance as a yes.”

“Don’t do that,” he begged. “Xandria… it’s not what you think, I’m sure of it.”

“So, you’re sure that he doesn’t want to fuck her?”

“I’m sure that… there’s other reasons he’s looking out for her.”

“Fuck that. I’m gonna squash this shit…” He stepped in front of her trying to storm off and she hit his chest and bounced off comically. He didn’t laugh though.

“You told me that you wouldn’t make me subdue you…” Heath was Xander’s. Moreso than he was Grace’s, at times… Speaking of, Grace came out of her train car carrying a goddamn 6 year old like a baby and paused when she saw them. “Subdue situation,” Heath said.

“Ahhh,” Grace said and nodded. She heard her say softly to Hazel, “Heath’s trying to keep 808 from going apeshit.”

Alexandria laughed. She was wrong. People were often wrong about that too. She had not had a bad temper. She was, in her opinion, one of the calmest people there. She knew how to keep her cool much better than Grace or Xander, for sure, and the fact that they thought she needed to be subdued or kept from going apeshit just proved to her how wrong they were about things. SHE wanted to confront a girl who had been trying to antagonize her. She wanted to ask her boyfriend why he would show up and presume SHE was attacking her without cause? And what made him think it was okay to leave with her on his arm and put his guard dog on Xandria watch?

Xander came back, alone and looked exasperated. Xandria squared her shoulders away and stood tall, so she could hover over him, as she was slightly taller. “Xania Twain? You put a knife to a girl’s throat because she playfully called you Xania Twain?” He shook his head and threw his arms out, like he wanted her to set something on them to make him understand this. “Xan… she’s still finding her footing…”

“No, she’s not. She’s the most self aware ass 13 year old or however old she is that I have seen in a long fucking time! She’s doing this shit on purpose to make me look crazy.”

“So, you play into it? Because you fucking look extremely crazy pulling a knife for that.”

“UGGHHHHHHH!!! IT WAS FOR THAT ALONE!” She screamed. “It’s because she’s always coming for me and disrespecting me to my face.”

“She’s a playful soul,” he fussed.

“No. She’s a deceitful soul,” she said. “And it hurts my feelings that you trust her and not me.”

“That’s not the case.”

“Then what IS the case?”

“It’s… classified. But, I keep a close eye on her, because I can’t trust her, and it hurts MY feelings that YOU’RE…” Xander clenched his fists and took a deep breath, then shook his head and asked her, “Does everything always have to center around you and how you feel?”

Not many know it, but that was the start of the end for her. What a bold claim. What a hurtful accusation… He didn’t even notice that this girl that he’s supposedly keeping a close eye on had been taunting her, but she’s being accused of being selfish? That’s what he was saying, right? She could be wrong. She knew she wasn’t perfect, but she knew that she wasn’t self centered. She was definitely jealous, and maybe that scare tactic was crude, but he could have at least had her back. Instead, he had that girl’s. That damn girl. “Only when I’m there,” she finally answered, with her poker face on. There was immediate hurt on Xander’s face, and he turned and jerked his head for Heath to come with. He was dismissing her. Her daddy would have NEVER did that to her mom. She loved Xander, but maybe he didn’t love her like she did him. Maybe she needed to be more self centered. She realized that she was still holding her knife and flipped it shut. She went to find Grace and Hazel, and tag along with them, since she clearly wasn’t invited to go with Xander.

The shit that happened with all of them from their forward was and would always be complicated, but one thing Alexandria never wanted to be wrong about, something that people so often were wrong about… she never wanted to stay where she couldn’t get the love that she knew she deserved. She would spend the rest of her life looking, if she had to…

She didn’t go to Grace’s announcement. She knew beforehand that it was coming. She had been on pretty decent terms with Grace and Simon after Grace received her gift. Simon had asked her if she could look into some things here and there and would call her for pieces of information that the others might not be as helpful with, etc. He even sent her on a few Apex related jobs.

And he’d say, “On behalf of Grace, thank you so much, Alexandria,” and, even though a lot of people thought a lot of things about her, she found that Simon knew, pretty quickly, that she enjoyed positive reinforcement and being affirmed as a good person. He realized in the short period of stalker time that she was starved for affirmation… and she knew that he was using that to get service from her, but she didn’t care.

Even when she had found a new family, they were just as fucked up as her first family. Loving, sure, but she needed other things, and nobody knew that Simon and Grace were in touch with her. Even when she was sleeping over at Xander’s with he and Sunny, smoothing them over and warming the bed up. They. Didn’t. Know. For a change, Xandria was upper inner circle, and with Grace leaving the Apex, Xandria might be one of her first real friends outside of that! It was… selfish, but she WANTED that. She wanted that so badly, and Simon told her that he thought she stood a very good chance. After all, SHE didn’t leave Grace to die, though he was still wrought about the mind games, he seemed to be trying to put it past them. He was super excited to tell her that Grace was leaving the Apex, but asked her not to tell the others. He wanted Grace to be able to do that in her way. So, she knew and she didn’t want to witness it. She knew what to expect from that announcement.

What she didn’t expect was to log into her social media and see a pregnancy announcement from Sun and Xan…

“That poor fuckin’ kid,” she said before typing, “CONGRATS SUN SUN!!! And Xander, I guess.”

She texted the Simon and Grace GC and asked, “Did you see this shit?”

Simon immediately replied: No.

Grace kept typing and erasing and typing and erasing before deciding on: I see now.

A few minutes later: Come over. I need you.

Simon: Please? :)

Xandria: I will make my way over.

23. Beauty Like the Knight

#People Watching #AU Infinity Train #Nesha Fanfiction #fics #Infinity Train #Infinity Train Fanfiction

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tokyo revengers idol au hcs part 3 that no one asked for AGAIN here’s part 1 and part 2 to get a better understanding. this is what the members would be doing alongside their idol promotions+ what they would post on social media toman tbh these guys are all just so damn funny on their own that they would constantly be invited to comedy variety shows. maybe perhaps doing something similar to seventeen or wanna one where they even have their own variety show on youtube (ie. seventeen’s-going seventeen series or wanna one’s show on mnet) mikey-he would post basic food pics like of his parfaits or taiyaki but also it’s rare because he’d constantly forget his password. however on important days he’ll post long emotional and sentimental posts that hit you in your feels thanking his members and fans always. he also has a youtube channel posting random funny vlogs. draken- he has his own personal soundcloud to upload solo mixtapes/songs feat diff members. posts photos of his bikes and different tattoos he would be getting. responds with 1-2 words to fans during fansigns or ig comments but like mikey, once in a while, will also write heartfelt posts thanking everyone. baji- his ig feed is filled with animals + dance practice vids. also has his own soundcloud too. trolls his members by commenting on their stuff. “delete this u ugly mf no one wants to see this”. takemichi- very chatty, (sometimes too chatty where he’ll end up accidentally spoiling their next album info) and interactive on social media to his fans. tries his best to respond to most comments or ama ig stories questions. posts a lot of selfies and photos of his members. king of fan service. chifuyu- beautiful photos of the sky a lot on his ig (in canon he wanted to be a pilot :,) ) along with cute soft selfies. (which baji and kazutora troll and comment being like “damn....u ugly AF!” “lmao stop pretending to act cute u loser” kazutora- his ig is filled with pure chaos. just pics of him catching his members slipping (sleeping photos where they’re drooling or have their eyes slightly open or making ugly faces behind the scenes). also has photos of cursed memes and memes made by fans. he’s a literal enigma. mitsuya- very wholesome ig photos- lots of photos of his family, group photos, sometimes cool artsy edited selfies. occasional photoshoot photos. hakkai- ig is filled lots of #ootd photos and occasional photos from his modeling or acting gigs (he’s the visual, duh!) gets a lot of sponsorships from big brands. pah-chin: has a joint youtube channel with peyan. they do silly challenges but will sometimes post dance videos (feat. baji) since they’re the main/lead dancers. fans love him because of his “matter-of-fact” responses that are funny without even trying. (example- fan comment: omg i love u guys soooo much u guys are the best in the whole world!!!<333 toman OUTSOLD!. pah-chin: idk about best in the world but we’ll just take “the best in our neighborhood” for now i guess. thanks.”) peyan: joint youtube channel with pah-chin. at fan signs mikey has to warn him to chill out cuz peyan will accidentally yell and scare fans without meaning to, but he’s just really excited to meet his fans is all ^_^ angry: posts a lot of wholesome photos like mitsuya (selfies with smiley) and writes a lot of motivational sweet captions cheering fans up and reminding them to always be happy :,) smiley: joint youtube account with angry. smiley does a lot of prank videos and angrys just usually in the back like 🧍‍♂️... he also does tiktok- he would be doing all the dances, memes, and trends. inui: ok hear me out, i mentioned before inui has similar vibes as cha eunwoo so i’d figure his ig would give the same vibe as his (iykyk). since he’s the other visual he would be getting a TON of acting and modeling gigs. idk why but i feel like inui would be a great actor (his facial expressions during tenjiku arc, the range!). actor of the year. gets a lot of skincare commercial deals too.

black dragons shinichiro- photos of bikes, cars, and photos where hes pretending to do a cool pose but his members (+mikey) would troll and comment “LAME!!!!!” “why tf do u look like that?” “hey leader, it’s not too late to delete this now bestie :)” does fun ig lives. on variety shows as a joke his members tease him there as well. really great at fan-service and pulls the whole “pretend boyfriend” scenario with fans (the delusional fans are gonna act up if he keeps this up...). taiju- (if shinichiro did not exist in this au OR if you wanted both in the group) photos of him at the gym, photoshoot photos. inui- similar to if he was in toman, his ig would just be a lot of cool and cute photos of him from behind the scenes of dramas or photoshoots. a soft visual king. occasional selfies with koko and bike photos. kokonoi- has a personal youtube channel but he would be Drowning in sponsorship videos all from high-end designer brands. he’s just casually flexing that PPL in his vlogs. ig feed is a lot of #ootd photos or pics taken with inui. him and inui would be makeup brand ambassadors or faces of brands (ex: like jennie from blackpink represents chanel). in this case kokonoi would be the face of fendi (he wears fendi slides in the manga cover) and inui would be the face of jimmy choo (his heels in the manga cover looked like jimmy choo but i could be wrong.. but u know what i mean)

tenjiku izana- pretty leader has a very artsy ig feed. extremely photogenic like inui. has photoshoot photos and candid pose photos. acts in dramas time to time (gg second male lead syndrome). kakucho- posts gym or dance practice videos on his feed but he posts rarely because he’s just too busy or forgets he actually has an ig. loves commenting on takemichi’s posts “haha no wonder ur called baka-michi!” as a joke. kanji- posts gym photos but it’s rare because he always forgets his password. ran- the other visual. he would be modeling for high-fashion brands and go on runway shows. also definitely gives off actor vibes (he would be constantly casted in dark action movies hahaha). loves giving fan service. rindou- in contrast to his brother, rindou when it comes to fan service, he loves trolling fans. also he’s really good at drawing a line between fans (y’know, keeping the delusional ones in check...which means he ‘friend-zones’ them but it’s for their own good tbh idols need to remind people their boundaries). has a youtube channel where he just posts random dance practice vids and occasional vlogs. also comments under his brothers ig posts “you look stupid af in this wtf”. on variety shows people find their brotherly banter hilarious. mutou- posts gym photos, also really awkward selfies (he doesn’t know what his angle is lmao). another member who also reminds fans of their boundaries and keeps it real. (sanzu always likes his photos though and hypes him up in the comments). sanzu- shy baby. constantly following mutou around. posts a lot of cute selfies and random pics of shogi stuff (he tags mutou in it of course). during fan signing/autograph sessions they love putting cute headband props on him like this or this.

bonten because this group’s concept and aesthetic is mysterious, mature, artsy, gloomy, and dark they will take this concept to the grave. (minus a few exceptions) they are invited to variety/talk-shows but never make an appearance because they want to keep the air of mystery around them. (it’s a good marketing technique). mikey- does not have any social media. he does have a private account to lurk around but no one knows what it is. kokonoi- has a youtube channel but it’s locked and you have to pay to get into it. posts super short vlogs and teasers. thats it. (the ultimate scam! but their fans love them too much to notice). lots of sponsored #ootd posts on ig. kakucho- he would be modeling ONLY high fashion brands and high end editorial places. his instagram is just his exquisite and expensive modeling photos whether it be candid backstage photos from shows, candid runway walk pics/vids, pics of diff photoshoots you name it. doesn’t really comment much. ran- visual. similar to kakucho- modeling ONLY high fashion brands and editorial places. instagram is filled with modeling photos but also some artsy scenery pics he took. rindou- posts short artsy dancing clips (like modern dances in black&white filter) on ig. sanzu- since he’s the other visual, he also posts a lot of his modeling/acting photos on instagram. also pretty chatty (he’s the exception) on social media and loves teasing and trolling fans. posts with a lot of random cute emojis on everything. “just ate lunch and now im off to practice hehe 🍜🍇🤟💃🤠🧚‍♂️💞🦋” no one really knows why he uses random emojis but it’s just endearing lmao. kanji- no social media at all. akashi- manager....or if you made him the rapper in this au then he too would also not have any social media.

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Analyzing Kars' Character

Hello everyone! FYI I am not ignoring your requests. I have tried for a week to get them finished and I keep losing motivation. Then I had the brilliant idea of writing something else about an interesting topic and then I’ll be able to finish a few requests! Today’s post is another character analysis. This is still a multi-fandom blog; you will see content related to other shows besides Voltron. Today’s character analysis is on Kars, the 10,000-year-old vampire. That’s funny. He, Allura, and Coran are the same age!

Overview

I watched JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures about a month ago when I became frustrated that there were only 4 seasons of Hunter x Hunter on Netflix. Remember the scene in the election arc when the citizens were casting their votes for chairperson and Hisoka walked up with his arms forming an “S”? Many people were posing the question of it being a “JoJo’s” reference and for the life of me, I never understood what they were talking about. Finally, I watched the show for the first time and by season 2 I could understand what they were saying.

I have to admit that by the second episode I was bored because the nature of season one took place in the 1800s England and nothing exciting happened. Though I worked my way through a few more episodes. I noticed a creepy stone mask on the way and how it never fell unless blood was splattered on it. I concluded the mask was going to play the role of an antagonist or help the antagonist succeed. Although this post is about Kars, I would like to take a moment and say that Jonathan’s death was very heart wrenching and it made me angry. Jonathan was unnecessarily nice to Dio and living in a privileged bubble lead to his demise. Jonathan was stronger than Dio and he should have kicked his ass once and for all. Have you noticed that after Joseph’s father, all JoJo’s (at least until season 5) could beat the antagonist in the show?

Anyway, the mask is a key tool in the bizarre adventures that each protagonist experiences.

Kars is a 10,000-year-old vampire that designed the Stone Mask and is essentially responsible for the horrific events that have happened throughout history. Dio being turned into a merciless vampire and his minions resulted from the Stone Mask. After discovering that he and his people could not be out in the sun, he concluded he needed the Red Stone of Aja to complete his transformation. Lisa-Lisa, a 50-year-old human woman, has possession of the stone given by her foster father Straizo. Kars, along with the 3 remaining Pilar Men (Wamuu, Esidsi, and Santana, can only survive in the sun if they two wear the mask with the Red Stone of Aja. After awakening, it is quite clear that Kars is on a mission to retrieve the stone and will destroy anything in his way. He was the only one wanting to live a life outside of the darkness. This was the driving force of creating so many Stone Masks and later discovering the need for the Red Stone of Aja. Kars understood the mask would only work on him partially because of his larger skull size, aka body manipulation. This created an increase in hunger. The Pillar Men did not like this at all and sought to eliminate him so he could not ruin the flow of nature. Kars retaliated; he murdered 99% of his people only leaving his friend Esidsi, and two children known as Santana and Wamuu.

Kars’ character is very interesting. A dog was about to have its life ended because of drunk drivers. I don’t know if this struck a nerve in his soul, but Kars nearly cut off the driver’s head, causing them to crash their car and the puppy was saved. After being defeated by Joseph the first time, he landed at the end of a snowy cliff, making sure he did not land on a few daisies. Given these unique interactions with nature and secondary species, Kars has some vendetta against humans. What did they do to him or his people for him to care only about flowers and animals but want to wipe out Harmon users? He insists that Lisa-Lisa drink poison instead of fighting her. Fighting women is something he and Wamuu don’t take pleasure in doing. When I heard this for the first time, I didn’t know if that was something to be proud of or if he was being misogynistic (you know the stereotypical view society has about women). Even if he genuinely did not want to lay a finger on Lisa-Lisa or any woman, his intentions are very questionable. He mimics politeness. If Kars offered to pay for dinner or a drink, run. Just run because if you don’t, you’ll probably be turned into a vampire or be eaten alive.

This is off topic but I wanted to pose this scenario. After watching Battle Tendency for the 10th time, I always like to bring out the “soft” side in villains. Being a sucker for Fluff isn’t helpful. I know that’s defeating the purpose of villains and antagonists, but I can’t help and wonder how it would show in Kars. As I’ve previously stated, Kars seems to care for animals and plants more than humans...so there’s a soft spot somewhere in there. I had a rather amusing and odd thought involving Kars and Lisa-Lisa. Since Lisa-Lisa is the leader over Caesar and Joseph and Kars is the leader over the remain few Pillar Men, I can’t help but wonder how they’d react to each other. When Lisa-Lisa is ordered by Kars to stay at their hideout while Joseph retrieved the Stone, I know she didn’t stand there like a statue for nearly 12 hours. I imagine Kars offering a drink, water, or juice just to get her talking. I mean, she has to warm up to him or it’s going to be a horrible 12 hours. Then he’ll try to engage in conversation and will only try to flirt with her to see how she responds. He may make a comment about how clear her skin is, how perfect her makeup stays intact, or how her legs look better than his (well, duh, you’re 9,950 years older than her!). This way, he can exploit anything he deems as a weakness, but she is a smart woman. She would reveal nothing about her that could be used against her. As OOC as this seems, it could be something he’d do. Remember, he mimics politeness; he has a trick up his sleeve. Although that may be true, at the back of his mind, he really admires how young and enchanting she looks.

Although Esidsi, Wamuu, and Santana are Pillar Men, they are ancient humanoid superhuman beings who lived on the American continent. They have supernatural abilities that leave them invincible while the sun is down. They look similar to humans, but they are much bigger and muscular. Among the 3 remaining Pillar Men, I seem to gravitate to Kars than the others. Before you judge me, I’ll explain. Kars, like many male characters in this anime and others, has a unique character design. Contrary to popular belief, I like Kars better in his head wrap or while he is wearing his hat and cape. That outfit reminds me of a ghost/monster from the remastered Scooby-Doo series in the 70s. The one thing in particular that stood out to me was his eye shadow and mascara. The earrings didn’t surprise me as every time I draw my male characters, they automatically get a pair of earrings. While being physically fit, he can make ANYTHING look excellent!

Just like any villain, Kars and Joseph are equally arrogant and can exploit their opponent’s weaknesses against them. Making jokes about Lisa-Lisa while she is unconscious nearly sets him over the edge and while Kars thinks he has defeated Joseph, he is launched into space.

Last but not least, I noticed how the first two protagonists form an unusual bond with their enemies. As many of you have seen, Dio calls Jonathan JoJo but does not acknowledge Joseph or Jotaro in the same way. He does twice towards Jotaro but not after that. Kars refers to Joseph as JoJo and I have to believe that even if he knew his real name, he’d still refer to him as JoJo. Wamuu stated that fighting Jospeh was worth his time as he did not waste it and fight fairly. Throughout their battles, they somehow remind me of childish games with the name-calling and all. I wish Kars was not a “onetime” villain. I wish he could roll over to the next season. This is a preference, as I hate seasonal villains, like Chrollo Lucilfer or anyone similar.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading!

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Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 2

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being…

Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC

Part 1 can be found here. xxx

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Lunch was over and Pricilla organised the boys to go set up the objects for tomorrow night's scavenger hunt around the camp grounds. The boys had drawn the groups their pairs would be in charge of before leaving and JJ and Caroline had gotten Teens 2, whereas Sarah and John B had gotten Teens 1, which meant that, for better or worse, their groups would be partaking in a lot of activities together, seeing as they were both in the same age group.

The girls were given the job to set up the seating area where the bonfire was going to be, so Sarah and Caroline stuck together as they made their way towards the clearance where it was going to be held.

"Can you believe I got paired up with JJ Maybank?" Caroline sighed.

"Beats Routledge by a thousand, I can promise you that," said Sarah, still extremely disappointed, "At least Maybank looks like he takes care of himself."

Caroline chuckled at her comment. John B had also grown his hair out over the years and it was now down to his shoulders.

"He does seem like he is... in touch with nature," Caroline remarked and Sarah laughed genuinely for the first time since drawing the boy’s name out, "Maybe they won't be that bad to work with, besides, it's only nine weeks, what could go wrong?"

Sarah seemed to think for a second before her lips curled into a devious smirk, "Hey, didn't you used to have, like, the biggest crush on Maybank?"

Caroline's cheeks turned red immediately, "I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled quickly.

Sarah started laughing, "You totally did! You lucky, lucky bitch! I wish I got paired up with my childhood crush! Instead I get to spend my last summer before moving away with snot-nosed, bug-eating Routledge... Why was the Universe on your side and not on mine?"

They walked behind the rest of the girl counsellors towards the bonfire area. When they arrived, the logs that Pricilla had informed them would be stacked up in a convenient for them to move around way, were all scattered across the ground. The pillows that were meant to go on top of them were also in disarray. All the girls looked around in confusion.

"Surely this couldn't have been the wind?" one of them said.

"Surely this was the boys." said Sarah matter-of-factly, "I'd bet 50 bucks that Routledge had something to do with this."

All the girls turned to look at her in confusion.

"What?" she protested, shrugging her shoulders, "You know I'm right."

Caroline rolled her eyes, "Boys or not, we better sort this mess out before sundown, we have cabins to set up as well."

The girls agreed, Sarah being skeptical but also finally giving in, and little by little, they set up the bonfire area. It took them a little over two hours before they started making their way back to the cabins, which they were supposed to decorate with welcome signs for the arriving campers.

Since Sarah and Caroline were both in charge of the oldest groups, their campers were meant to be sharing two cabins - one for the boys and one for the girls.

"Let's split up, I'll do the boys and you do the girls," Sarah offered, nearly shocking Caroline, "Try being as quick as you can. Meet me back out here in 15 minutes tops." she ordered before scurrying up the steps into the boys’ cabin.

Caroline rushed into the cabin next door, pleasantly surprised by Sarah's sudden determination to get work done. As she was arranging the banners and posters on the walls and ceiling, she couldn't help but think that Sarah must have had some sort of ulterior motive to being this enthusiastic about working. Sure enough, she was right.

She had barely taken a step out of the girls' cabin when Sarah spoke up, "Took you long enough. Now let's go find those stupid guys."

The sun was setting and the woods had gotten a bit chilly as Sarah lead Caroline towards where the male counsellors were supposed to be. After setting up the scavenger hunt objects, they were supposed to set up the archery area. As they were getting closer to the archery grounds, the two girls could hear the laughter of the boys in the nearby distance. Sarah pretended to gag yet again.

"Quick, around here," Caroline pulled Sarah behind the small hut where they kept all of the camp's archery supplies. From their spot they could see the guys quite clearly and could hear everything they were saying, "Remind me again why we're doing this?" Caroline whisper-yelled at Sarah.

"Because I'm still furious about their little prank," Sarah explained, "Which is why I want to prank them back."

"How are we gonna do that exactly?" asked Caroline, "By eavesdropping?"

"A good villain is one that knows the enemy's weaknesses," said Sarah, "First we listen for a bit, and then we make a plan."

Caroline couldn't help but smirk at this new side of Sarah she was seeing. She much preferred this Sarah to the constantly whining, gloating Sarah she had gotten used to over the years. Plus, being somewhat of a daredevil herself, Caroline couldn't help but find the idea of pranking the boys back exciting.

"Can you believe I got paired with Jenna Kinley?" one of the boys, Kelce, said, "Not only are we supposed to work together, but we're also meant to be taking care of babies..." he face palmed himself.

The other boys laughed.

"C'mon, Johnson, 10 year olds are hardly babies," said another one of the boys, Topper, "Besides, working with Kinley will not be nearly as scandalous as working with Hague!"

JJ spoke up next, "Aw, don't be like that, Top," he said, "Madison's not that bad!"

Topper scoffed at JJ, "Easy for you to say! You and Routledge got paired with the best girls out of the bunch! And you got the teens groups!"

Sarah and Caroline smirked at the remark.

"Boys, boys, boys," came John B's voice suddenly, "Let's put this topic behind us, I'm sure you'll all be glad to hear about what I managed to sneak into our cabin." all the boys were now staring at John B in anticipation, "16 bottles of pure, fine whiskey, m'boys. Safe to say, tonight will be a ball."

"Bingo..." Sarah and Caroline smiled mischievously at each other, the perfect prank idea forming in both of their heads.

They quietly made their way back to where all the cabins were and sat at one of the patios.

"So here's the plan," said Sarah, "We sneak into their cabin, raid Routledge's luggage and steal his bottles of whiskey. Let's go now!"

Caroline stopped her, "No, no, not now!" she hissed, "They're gonna go to their cabin before dinner and Routledge's gonna want to show them his stash! We'll sneak out during dinner. Oh, and, I suggest we throw a party of our own to this occasion."

Sarah smirked at Caroline, "I like where you're going with this, Carrie," she said, patting Caroline's shoulder before standing up to go into their cabin, "Not bad for a nerd."

Caroline sighed, there was the old Sarah again.

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“Windsor!” Caroline heard a voice behind her call out, “Been paired up for a whole day now and we still haven’t the chance to talk!”

Caroline turned around to find a beaming JJ smiling at her. Had he come over from the boys table specifically for her? She could feel her cheeks beginning to burn slightly.

“We can talk,” she said quickly.

JJ took a seat next to her on the long bench. She could feel the heat in her cheeks become even hotter. JJ didn’t seem to notice her nervousness, or awkwardness.

“How’s life been then?” he asked.

Caroline took a deep breath to soothe her nerves, looking up, only to find a smirking Sarah crossing her arms across from her at the table.

“Just the regular, nothing too special,” she said, frowning quickly at Sarah before turning to face JJ again, hoping he hadn’t noticed Sarah’s behavior.

JJ jokingly frowned, “Nothing too special? I heard you got accepted into Charleston University, that’s like super special.”

Caroline cringed internally, “Did you happen to hear anything else by any chance?”

JJ smirked, “Not sure what you’re talking about,”

Caroline wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not but she pretended to not be bothered.

“Well I hear you’re throwing a party tonight,” Caroline crossed her arms in front of her.

JJ smirked even more, “Where’d you hear that from?”

“Why?” she tempted, “Is my source wrong?”

“Hardly,” JJ bit back, standing up, “So perhaps I’ll see you there.”

With that he walked back to where the other male counsellors were sat, giving one last look at Caroline, smirk never leaving his face.

Sarah started laughing loudly, “Looks like someone’s got their eye on little Carrie,” she teased, “Lucky, lucky bitch.”

Caroline rolled her eyes at her, “Bullshit,”

Sarah leaned over the table to whisper to Caroline, “I like the way you handled the situation, we’re definitely going to be there, on more occasions than one.”

Caroline looked at her watch, “Shit, it’s getting late, we better go now!”

And with that, they snuck their way out of the Wildcat Lodge and towards the boys’ cabin.

“Crap, the door’s locked!” Sarah cursed.

Caroline looked around. One of the upper windows seemed to be open. This gave her an idea.

“Sarah, do you still do cheerleading?” she looked at the girl, a plan forming in her brain.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, “What’s that got to do with anything? And duh, how else would my legs look this good?”

Caroline’s lips turned into a grin, “Give me a lift.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, “Excuse me?”

Caroline nodded her head towards the upper window and Sarah whined, “Why’s it always me?”

Silently, they rushed into position. Sarah took her stance, her hands ready to lift up Caroline’s body. Caroline balanced herself on Sarah’s shoulders as Sarah readied her hands to push her up. In one swift motion, Caroline had pulled herself in through the upper window and was now inside the cabin. She immediately went to the door to unlock the handle from the inside so that Sarah could let herself in.

The two girls looked around the space. It was dark and the only light penetrating into it was the one from the lamps outside. Three pairs of bunk beds were sitting there, covered in unpacked suitcases, boxes and bags.

“Great,” sighed Caroline in annoyance, “How are we ever going to figure out which one’s Routledge’s?”

Sarah took a better look at all of the bunk beds again, her eyes landing on one with a particularly large suitcase with a Green Peace sign on it, “My guess is that it’s that one.”

They went over to the suitcase and Sarah nervously leaned over it, “Eurgh, bug eating Routledge better not have live animals in there,” she said as she quickly ripped open the zipper, flinching away as soon as it came undone.

“That’s it!” Caroline excitedly said, “Help me pick it up!”

The suitcase contained three changes of clothes and a large box filled with unopened bottles of whiskey, just like they had heard John B brag about by the archery area. The two girls combined all of their strength to lift the heavy box off the bed and made their way towards the door, when they heard a loud thumping sound from the back of the cabin. Something heavy had fallen in the corner of the cabin that was unlit by the outdoor lamps, making both girls slightly jump and nearly tip over the box full of alcohol. They squinted their eyes in the direction where the sound came from, however they couldn’t make out anything in the thick darkness.

“What was that?” Sarah said nervously.

“Whatever it was,” Caroline said, leading them out of the door, “We can’t wait around to find out.”

With that they were out of the cabin, closing the door behind them and making their way back to their own cabin quickly.

They hid the box inside the storage room and decided to sneak back into the Wildcat Lodge, so that nobody would question their whereabouts.

There was half an hour left until the end of dinner service as Sarah and Caroline sat back at their designated table, trying to draw as little attention to themselves as they could.

“Do you think someone saw us in there?” whispered Sarah so that only Caroline could hear.

Caroline shrugged her shoulders, “I really hope not, but I did get the weird feeling that we were being watched once we heard that noise,”

Sarah shuddered, “Yeah, major heebie jeebies in there. Glad the boys got that cabin and not us.”

Caroline rolled her eyes, “Relax, Sarah, worst case scenario is it was just one of the guys and he saw us stealing tonight’s party supplies.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow, “I swear to God if it was Routledge -”

“If it was Routledge, he wouldn’t have let us get away with it,”

“Shit, Carrie, you’re totally right!” Sarah unwillingly raised her voice, “Who do you think it was?”

Caroline shrugged again, “Honestly? I don’t think it was anyone, I just think something happened to fall down on its own.”

“Hmm… You’re probably right again.” Sarah turned to look at the big clock on the wall, “We’d better get going, we’ve got to get ready for that party you got invited to!” she winked at Caroline, smirking.

Caroline looked towards the boys table where JJ was already looking back at her, a smile dancing on his thin lips. She met his eyes and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She decided to give him a little wave to which he happily waved back.

“Hello?” Sarah’s annoyed voice broke Caroline’s focus from JJ, “Are you coming or what? I want us to look good for when we see the guys’ disappointed faces tonight!”

Caroline sighed and followed Sarah out of the Lodge. Tonight was going to be interesting.

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A/N: I know I only just uploaded the first part, but I want to establish the Camp Willowdale universe as fast as possible so that the actual story can take off and it does in the next part. I'm going to create a taglist for people who have shown interest in the story thus far, so if you want to be included, make sure to leave a reply so that I can include you in the next part.

Also if you haven't noticed so far, this story, aside from fun and romantic, will be quite campy so I hope you're into that. We've also got quite the mystery coming up so stay tuned for that as well x

Alsoooo please give me some inspiration on who I can base Caroline off, I'm kind of leaving her up to the reader's imagination so that you can just imagine yourself as her, but ideally I'd like to have someone who's picture I can use for future photos. I've got my mind set on Maia Mitchel, but feel free to drop recommendations too.

Anyways, let me know what you think this far and feel free to check out the rest of my works in my masterlist. xxx

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sjmsstuff · 3 years

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Light and Dark

Chapter 2

A/N: hey gang, it’s chapter 2! This is not really canon compliant but if you squint real hard it is. I wrote this at 2 am and edited it during French class so I have no idea what state it’s in, please enjoy x

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: Swearing (duh, it’s me), minorly nsfw but like not really, references to sexual and child abuse (not so much this chapter but probably later)

The silence pressed in the second she disappeared.

He was such an idiot.

She had been wearing his necklace though. Cauldron, how could he even call it his necklace, she didn’t know it was from him. Azriel wasn’t even entirely sure why he had given it to her but seeing it in his pile of solstice presents… that led to thoughts of Elain and after the fiasco at solstice he’d tried his best to forget about her.

Too often however, his mind meandered back to thoughts of her face, her mouth. Usually those thoughts came barging into his head late at night, when company fell asleep and his shadows disapated. Recently however those thoughts had changed.

Since solstice that mousy brown hair had taken on hues of red. Turquoise eyes closed in the throes of pleasure and a slimmer body writhed beneath him.

He was so unbelievably fucked. Or maybe the issue was that he wasn’t getting fucked.

He should Rhys’s advice and find company at a pleasure house. He must really hate himself, to lust firstly after Mor, who had shown no interest in him in 200 years. Then Elain, who was mated, and now Gwyneth, with her history she probably wouldn’t want a male to look at her for too long.

Which made him some massive creep to think of her like that. Azriel really did try not to. But when she appeared unannounced, like last night, he couldn’t help but think…

No, he wouldn’t go down that road. Not until he was fully sure she wanted it.

Azriel had beeen so surprised when a shadow curled around his ear in the stormy night and whispered of a nymph girl climbing the stairs. He was out of his seat and down the steps faster than he could consider any potential consequences.

And there she had been, standing in the hallway, looking like she might want to turn right around and march back down, but a shadow flicked against his ear, singing softly and he spoke her name.

He wanted to reach out to her, his shadows took that as a cue and tried to reach out themselves before he pulled them back. Something about her was affecting them, drawing them in. Or maybe she was affecting him like that.

That was a dangerous thought.

She had stood silent, lithe frame backlit by the torches behind her and said,

“Would you like some company?”

Her voice was a melody. His shadows purred in answer.

The worlds axis must have shifted, he could probably look outside to find the stormy sky had turned as blue as her eyes he was taking too long to answer and she was looking at him oddly, perhaps noting the shadows flying around his shoulders.

They were so excitable in her presence, he couldn’t control them and that was extremely concerning. Az doesn’t like what he can’t control.

All worry was chased from his mind as he climbed the stairs and another topic was thrust into his brain.

Gwyn from the back was almost as glorious as she was from the front.

Gods what he wouldn’t do to grip those hips and grind that perfect little ass on his-

No.

He stopped himself, looking away before his control could be tested further. She said it herself, she was here for conversation and Mother damn him he would talk to her casually.

Gwyn was not going to be a repeat of Mor or Elain. He was not going to lust after another female that wanted nothing to do with him, and pine away until his demise.

Gwyn was going to mean more than that. He would keep her at arms length, so that he may keep her as a friend.

And he was making a fool of himself. She asked his favourite colour and the only colour left in the world was that of her eyes.

And he laughed, for the first time in weeks, stress melting from his weary bones after just minutes with this fabulous creature.

And he told her things he had never told anyone, that was dangerous.

He was a spymaster, mother damn him. A spymaster wasn’t much good if he told a female all his secrets after a few pretty smiles.

But gods, her smiles were pretty. He wondered how pretty her mouth would-

No. None of that.

He needed her out of here so he could collect pieces of his sanity before he spilled any other important secrets.

As she walked back towards the library however, he almost called her back. An unruly shadow seemed to take that as an opportunity to reach for her, but Az whipped it back.

Dangerous indeed.

And yet, that night he slept without dreams. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. Well truthfully, he could, it was a time when his hands were unscarred.

Cassian was back the next morning. Ever his cheerful self since the mating ceremony almost a month ago. He had been unbearable for a week afterwards. Azriel had had to vacate the house of wind and call a halt to lessons as Cass had almost taken his head off and Nesta had growled at Emerie the first time she tried to enter the house.

Not to mention the scents and sounds emanating from different rooms. Azriel was happy for his brother, truly. Even if it did make him green with envy and blue with melancholy.

The following week, the happy couple were back training but Cass was so distracted Az managed to beat him into the dirt on no less than three occasions. Azriel waited another week before moving back into the House, still half considering Rhys’s offer to fumegate it.

He had kept occupied by tracking Koschei, or rather attempting to track him. The King had proven hard to pin down, a source of growing frustration to Azriel. He despised having to bring bad news to his High Lord, and now that Rhys had Nyx to worry about he hated it even more.

But Rhys maintained that they had faced threats before and triumphed but the failure still weighed heavy on Az that morning in the training ring.

He tried his hardest not to look at Gwyn. He couldn’t help it sometimes, her hair caught the light when she twirled under Emerie’s punch.

It looked like a flame come to life in the early morning sunlight and he challenged any living male not to loose breath.

It was with a warriors assessment that he allowed his gaze to rove over her slight body. He was admiring her form and positioning, definitely not imagining her in different positions. That would be both unsavoury and unprofessional. Which is why he hated himself for doing it.

Gwyn hardly noticed him, barely glancing in his direction and he had the strangest urge to pick a fight with Cassian in attempt to garner her attention.

That wasn’t good.

The warrior in question was flirting with his mate while she squatted, arching her back in a way that was unnecessary and counterproductive but Cassian didn’t call her up on it, he seemed too busy enjoying the show. Nesta however corrected herself and continued on while his lovesick brother pretended he hadn’t been leering at his mate.

Gwyn too had spotted the encounter laughed, a tinkling sound that lightened something dark in Azriels chest. She looked around to see if anyone else had caught what she had, and that’s when it happened. Her eyes met his and the world shifted again. He couldn’t help the smile that blossomed in the wake off her own. One thought consumed him as he turned back to his own priestesses and guided them through the next set. He was so unbelievably fucked.

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Chapter 3

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dissociativedaydream · 3 years

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Soft - Part 3

Pairing: Bossk x Vertani!reader (read more about Vertani here)

Word Count: ~2.4K

Tags: NSFW (18+), brief mentions of alcohol, a dash of protective!Bossk, talks about family building, illusion to breeding kink, unprotected PiV, double penetration (both in V), brief mention of cum eating

A/N: so I have a headcanon that Trandoshans make noises like some lizards do to indicate their needs/emotions, I bring it up here toward the end so I wanted to address it

<- Part 2

NSFW below the cut

“No, the agreement was you could come but you stay on the ship.”

It had been months since your father kidnapped you from the apartment you had shared with Bossk on Tattoine. With the help of Latts you were able to convince your husband to let you follow along on jobs. He still insisted on continuing to pay rent in case you one day decided that you wanted to stay behind.

So the fact you were starting to ask to actually help with jobs was annoying him.

Latts and Dengar, the human man that joined your pickup, enjoyed the fact that you were annoying the normally stoic Trandoshan. It was evident now as Latts giggled and Dengar smirked while gathering his gear.

“Please. I can be helpful.” You pouted.

He huffed. “This isn’t a discussion about you being helpful. I don’t want you in danger.”

You continued to pout as he nuzzled your hair before following the other two bounty hunters off the ship. Boba hadn’t come on this one, something about them being able to do the job without him. He was sprouting into quite the leader.

To pass the time you took inventory and tidied up the ship. For someone that was a bachelor up until recently, Bossk kept his ship pretty well organized and clean. That meant you quickly ran out of ways to keep yourself busy. You grabbed the datapad that Bossk had gotten you for situations like this.

Settling into the copilot chair you read up on the planet you were currently on, some backwater jungle planet. You lost track of time, only looking up when you heard the group return. They all sounded like they were in good spirits so hopefully, that means the job went well.

“Hey wifey!” Latts Razzi swept into the cockpit with her standard smirk. “We’re going to go get drinks so celebrate, want to come?”

You all but jump out of your seat, “yes please, I’m so bored.”

Latts giggled holding out a hand to you. You wrapped your arms around each other’s shoulders and walked to where the boys were waiting just outside the ship.

Bossk clicked his tongue as you two appeared. “Making a move Latts?”

“It’s tempting,” Latts leaned her head into the side of yours as you two giggled.

Your husband extended an arm to you and you moved to embrace him. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, a rare occurrence for him. While Latts was joking, maybe he was a little nervous. Or the job paid a lot. You didn’t really care, you enjoyed the extra affection. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as your group walked to the closest bar.

The bar was crowded, only a few seats were open at the bar counter. People stared at your odd group as you walked to the seats, Bossk’s grip on you tightened as someone whistles. There were only the two open seats and Bossk all but pushed you down into one, Latts sitting in the other. He took a territorial stance behind you two, glancing over his shoulder.

You followed his gaze to a group of Trandoshans, surprisingly you recognized one of them as Cradossk, his father.

Leaning in you whisper so that only he and Latts could hear you, “what is he doing here?”

“There was a liiiittle competition for the bounty.” Latts admitted, an uneasy grin on her face. “They’re not super happy about it.”

You grasped Bossk’s shoulder, his muscles were tense. “Maybe we should wait to celebrate until we’re back on Tattoine.”

Dengar snorted behind you, “I doubt they’ll actually try anything. Cradossk wouldn’t stop asking about you when we bumped into him in the middle of the job.”

You quirked your brow at him, “why?”

Before he could respond Bossk growled, effectively cutting him off. You frown, turning to your husband. His face was scrunched, his already intimidating appearance looking downright frightening. Well, frightening to other people.

“If you think I’m not going to get the answer eventually, then you don’t realize who you married.” You grumbled, squeezing his shoulder.

His face relaxed slightly, a breathy chuckle leaving him. “I know. Let’s get a drink then get going.”

“Are you going to tell me what your dad was asking or am I going to have to annoy it out of you?” You mumbled into the collar of your husband’s nightshirt.

You’d made it back to Tattoine that afternoon, the three bounty hunters going to report to Boba while you headed back to your and Bossk’s apartment. He’d stayed away until it was late, no doubt hoping to avoid this very situation. Unfortunately for him, you’re stubborn as hell.

He grumbled in response, the low noise rattling his chest. “Can’t this wait?”

You rolled your eyes before moving so you were face to face with the Trandoshan. He refused to make eye contact, instead opting to stare at the ceiling. Sighing you traced a finger down his chest, with his muscle relaxed he was softer than he looked.

“You’re hoping I’ll forget.” You smirked. “If you don’t want me to keep asking, then you’ll have to just tell me. It can’t be that bad.”

He was quiet and still for a moment, if it wasn’t for his blinking eyes you’d think he fell asleep.

“He wanted to know if you were expecting yet.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, obviously not wanting to have this conversation.

“Oh,” you reply.

You weren’t really surprised. Both Trandoshans and Vertani had a heavy focus on families and a baby would solidify your marriage. It was odd that Bossk was so reluctant to tell you something so normal to both your people.

While you wanted answers, you were reluctant to push. You liked to annoy him with little things, this didn’t seem little to him. Instead, you snuggled back into his side.

“That’s it?” Bossk interrupted the silence.

You hummed, “yeah.”

He pushed you back slightly so he could sit up, you propped yourself up on an elbow to watch him stretch.

“What do you think about it?” He asked, standing to gaze out the window blinds.

This was the most fidgety you’d ever seen him in the last year you’d been together. Normally he was the definition of either stoic or angry. It was making you a little nervous.

Nevertheless, you answered. “I would like a family but it’s not the end of the world if we don’t have one.”

Bossk didn’t react for a few minutes. You laid back down, tracing patterns on the blankets, waiting for him to respond. Finally, he moved but instead of speaking, he moved to hover over you, caging you to the bed.

“Pretty relax answer for someone trying to figure out my cycle.” He chuckled.

You felt your cheeks flush. He was half right.

“Sort of,” you admit.

He says nothing as he leans down, tongue lolling out of his mouth before he licks a stripe up your neck.

“Continue.” His voice resumes its relaxed grumble.

You sighed. “I thought maybe my cycle would sync with yours if I was around you more.”

His eyes snap up to yours, a mischievous glint in them.

“You should have told me, little wife,” he clicked his tongue in pretentious chastising. “Pheromones would fix that right up.”

Pheromones, duh, why didn’t you think of that? Bossk often let you know he could tell what emotion you were feeling through your scent, it made sense pheromones would be a factor.

“I didn’t know how you would take it.” Your second admission caused him to look at you skeptically.

“Isn’t communication key my little wife? Why wouldn’t I want to give you exactly what you want?” His voice is almost a purr as a hand moves down your chest, pausing over your breast. “What my girl wants, she gets.”

His words went straight to your core, surprised at his words.

“What about you? What do you want?” You asked.

Bossk’s hand moves down and lingers on your stomach, thumb stroking the fabric of your shirt lightly. He looks up at you pointedly.

“Noted,” you breathe, somewhat surprised.

You guess you shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not like either of you had been careful with sex but explicitly saying it changed things, made it real. He shifted, hand moving down to the crotch of his pants to adjust himself and drawing your attention to the straining fabric. Raising one of your brows you smirk at him.

“So pheromones, huh?” You giggled.

He shot you a warning look before pulling his shirt off, discarding it on the floor.

“I won’t be gentle when I fuck you while in rut.” He growled.

You giggle, “you’re usually gentle? Pretty sure the bruises on my hips beg to differ.”

He leaned down, nuzzling your neck before licking it again, this time with his sharp teeth grazing over your pulse point as well.

“That’s nothing little wife,” he murmured against your skin.

“Show me.”

The growl that erupted from your husband’s throat went straight to your core and admittedly startled you momentarily. He grabbed your shirt, the sound of ripping fabric the only sound in the room as his claws tore it easily. His tongue teased across your breasts, his saliva leaving a warm trail across your skin. He trailed his tongue up your neck and chin, nipping your skin lightly as he went. A strong hand trailed down your naked body, grabbing your underwear, nearly ripping it too.

“Uh uh, these are the ones you like.” You interrupted his movement.

He grumbled but conceded, they were his favorite, he carefully moved the fabric over your hips before his tongue was between your legs. Bossk’s tongue pushed inside you, a content grumble in his throat as he tasted you. His claws dragged up your thighs causing you to hiss at the sting. He paused, glancing up at you checking that you were okay. When you nod he acknowledges it with a flick of his tongue, hitting a soft spot inside you.

You moan loudly, his claws digging into the meat of your thighs in response. He’d stated on a few occasions that he enjoyed the variety of noises you made, especially in the bedroom.

“You know,” you murmured. “This isn’t very different from normal.”

His reply chuckle was deep in his throat, “Let me enjoy you little wife, I missed your taste.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, squeezing his head between your thighs to be a brat. He growled in response, nipping your thigh with sharp teeth.

“Ow!” You recoiled, seeing red pinpricks where his teeth pierced your skin.

“That’s a taste of what you wanted me to show you little wife. Do you still want it?” He murmured before licking across the small wound.

You thought for a moment, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you to the point of genuine pain. Not that you entirely hated the pain either. All you knew right now is his tongue felt really good as it soothed your skin which caused you to whimper.

Bossk groaned, pulling his pants down. He reached down grabbing his cocks in one hand and started stroking himself, groaning at his own touch. You whimpered in disappointment and pouted.

Chuckling Bossk clicked his tongue, “want something?”

You reached down between your legs, touching your neglected clit. He grumbled, watching as you traced tight circles around the sensitive nerve. Pushing your hand away, he lined his cocks up with your entrance.

“Ready to try?” He asked softly.

You nod nervously, up until now you’d only taken one at a time. But you knew during his rut his amped up body would only be satisfied if you could take both.

He rubbed the heads of his cock through your folds, adding your juices to his, “Breathe little wife.”

Bossk eased into you slowly, you winced at the stretch and a whispered chorus of curse words left your lips. He moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

His cocks left no area inside of you untouched, you’d never felt so full. You looked down your abdomen slightly swollen from the intrusion. Bossk was still other than his claws digging into the sheets with an audible tearing noise. His hips rocked slightly, pressing against every sensitive spot inside you.

Bossk groaned something in Dosh as he almost collapsed on you, his hips pulling back slightly before snapping into you again. You gasped loudly, you could feel yourself clench around him though his cocks didn’t allow for much movement.

“You’re so tight little wife,” he moaned before licking up your neck. “I could cum just like this.”

To emphasize his point he pulled hips back nearly all the way, just leaving the heads inside, before pushing back into you. You gasped again, each movement he made pressed pleasure up your core, the growing pressure of your orgasm coiling tightly in your belly.

He grasps your hips, pushing his flush against yours rocking so that his cocks pressed against the one spot he knew would unravel you quickly. You wrapped your legs around him as he pulls back just slightly before snapping hips back to press into just the right spot, hard. Your thighs shake as you feel the tension from your belly spread heat up your spine and down your legs, another thrust hitting just the right spot caused a shockwave of pleasure to flood your body.

Your pussy clenched around his cocks, Bossk swearing before he shuddered, his own orgasm hitting him as his cum flooding your pussy. As he pulled out you could feel the mixture of your juices drip from you and he leaned back to admire his handiwork.

You dropped your head down to the bed, feeling sore and more than exhausted. Bossk spreads your legs, mindful of pushing you too much as you hiss. He dips his head down, tongue running over your slit, tasting the two of you. You’d normally would have made a smart ass comment but his tongue soothed the sting that the stretch of his cocks left you with and you didn’t want him to stop.

He moved again to rest his head on your stomach the rest of his body still resting between your legs. You reached down stroking his face, earning a sleepy but content sounding grumble from your husband.

“You did good little wife,” he mumbled, “now go to sleep.”

You shift slightly, centering his head on your stomach before you stretch and close your eyes. Bossk made a quiet clicking noise, a noise you’d heard a few times when he was overly content, it was a welcomed noise as you drifted off to sleep.

#bossk #bossk x reader #bossk x you #star wars imagine #clone wars imagine #star wars smut #clone wars smut #Bossk'wassak'Cradossk

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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areathpendragon · 3 years

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‘Aveyond’s kids

I was taking a shower then this idea came up! I was so excited to draw them haha. Let me introduce these little angel to you.

Ray Tenobor (12): The BIG bro :v

Lance and Lynne Tenobor (8): The Tenobor family’s twin

------- You can read about them in my other post-------

Drake Maurva (11): The older child in Maurva family. Very cool kid. He doesn’t have any of his father’s power or magical ability, and isn’t interested in any weapon. He prefers using his bare hands and is fond of Martial Art. Whenever he comes to Ghalarad with his father to visit the Tenobor family, there is 2 things he likes to do: 1. Training with Ray, they get along very well and 2. Playiing with little Lynne, some how he looks softer and smiles more than usual when around Lynne. Lance even heard his little sister told story about playing family game - she is the mom, Drake is the dad and her dolls are children. Of course Lance is shocked. Although Lance thinks Drake’s hair style looks ‘almost’ bald but he has to admit: Drake is pretty good-looking

Julidana’ter’Lithir de Aramati - Julia (10): Definitely John and Elini kid. She is funny, generous, determined and also very adventurous. She loves flying dragon around with her father and hearing mother’s “finding husbands” stories. On the day she was born, Elini proudly told everyone that Julia will be the fairest of all and it’s true! Curly silver hair, sexy tanned skin, light blue eyes and a charming smile (got from her father) - A beauty indeed. Julia’s magic ability is a little different from her mother. She can turn creatures into charms and borrow their power. Pretty cool right? Julia sometimes tells her parent about Ray can be her potential husband, and the couple don’t know whether she is joking or not.

Astrid Revenfoot (9): Galahad and Te’ijal adopted daughter. She was a slave in Veldarah, but somehow she escaped and got lost at the Wildwood. Unfortunately she was attacked by the wolves and badly injured. Galahad and Te’ijal were passing by and saw her, Te’ijal said she had lost too much blood and died soon, the only way to save her is turning her into vampire. Of course Galahad disagreed (duh) but they didn’t have enough time to take her back to Veldarah for healing, so this is the only choice. So yeah, vampire Astrid here it is! She was little scared and reserved at first, but the couple take good care of her and she is better now, they also relied she is very clever and pretty passionate. Astrid doesn’t eat human cuz father always gives her a long speech about protecting them from ‘spawn of darkness’, but she will tease him sometimes like “hey dad, mom just took me out for some blood. It’s good, you should try some :v” (yeah definitely take after Te’ijal). She is also into mysterious things, so when visits Ghalarad she would spend time following Lance and tease him by baring her fangs at him, she said his facial expression is priceless. And she loves teasing Drake as well - “oh look! there’s our lovebirds”

Sunny Maurva (9): Dameon’s second son. An outgoing, friendly and talkative boy. When he visited the Tenobor family for the first time, he was immediately impressed with Lance (Astrid said this is love at first sight), and said “Wow you’re pretty”. When Sunny found out Lance IS a boy, he started following him around and asked “Are you a boy? Really? But you are so pretty!”, “I have never seen a prettier kid than you” bla bla...and Astrid was laughing so hard at these two. Seriously, Lance doesn’t know why Astrid and Sunny keep following him every where, so annoyed :<, but later when he gets used to it, the three usually hang out at the Wilderness to seek for mysteries. Unlike his brother, Sunny inherits his father’s healing power, and he loves using it to help people.

#aveyond1 #my AU #Aveyond's kids

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hiatus-for-forever · 4 years

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Child!Bakusquad x Reader

Summary: Bakusquad bois got hit with a de-aging quirk and you are tasked to taake care of them

Quirk: Water manipulation. You can control water and can choose to only use H2O or can also carry things is it. If you use it too much you will get dehydrated

Genre/Warnings: Cursing,fluff?? This was kinda just random. There are a bunch of this but I wanted to try just the Bakusquad

WC: 1,450

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What happened? What led to this? Trying to figuratively raise four baby teenagers? Well, this is what happened.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, you were done with your homework and somewhat sore from training throughout the week. Suddenly you heard a knock on the door. You grunted, getting up from the couch of your house/apartment. You parents weren’t home so you had to get the door. You walked up as the knocking became more frantic. You sighed, exasperated, “Alright, alright” you yelled and opened the door. You were met with a pink-skinned, alien-eyed classmate of yours. “What?” You snapped at her, annoyed she ruined your relaxing time.

“So here’s the thing, we we’re walking and this dude bumped into Bakugou and he started to yell so the dude got scared and hit them with his quirk”

You raised your eyebrow, “get to the point”

She sighed, “he had a de-aging quirk and now the boys are 3 or 4 years old”

Then you felt something. Small hands were felt against your leg, as if trying to grab you attention. You looked down and saw four small children. One with puffy blonde hair, one with a black streak in his, and two with straight black hair.

“HOLY SHIT” You screeched and jumped back. “WHAT THE FUCK”

“I know, I know but please take care of them” You stared at her, shock still present on your features

“Why me!?” You yelled, looking at the dumbfounded children.

“Well, I need to get home, Bakugou’s mom said she didn’t wanna deal with him, Sero’s parents are out of town, and Kaminari’s parent’s will kill him if they found out” she said

“Well, what about Eijiro?” you asked and glared as Ashido pushed the boys into your home.

“Oh his mom would happily take care of him but he wanted to stay with his friends who were asking to go to your place” you had to admit, it was really adorable

You sighed, “uuugh fiiine, I’ll take them”

Mina cheered and so did the boys. She quickly said her goodbyes and left the boys to you. As soon as the door closed you kneeled down to level with the children.

“You guys didn’t lose any memories right”

“We didn’t, dumbass” Bakugous mumbled

“Aww, don’t curse Kacchan” you said, your words laced with feigned sweetness

“What did you fucking call me, yo-” before he could continue, you grabbed him and hugged him tight, “if you don’t want me to throw you back to your mom, you better shut up”

He did as told and you set him down. “But I want hugs too” Kaminari whined as you chuckled, “later maybe, first let’s make some things clear. Do all your parents know your staying here”

“Yeah! We told our parents we were having a sleepover!” Kirishima said happily and you wrapped your arm around him, carrying him naturally.

“How long will this last?” you asked and carried Bakugou in your other arm.

“A day” he replied

“And where did you get your clothes?” you asked your last question

“Kirishima’s mom gave it to us before we left to go here” Sero said

You stood up, walking with two boys in your arms, to your living room. You set them down as the other two followed. You grabbed some school supplies and tossed the remote at them. “The tv is yours for now, and here’s some paper, crayons and pens and stuff. Imma take a nap” You walked to the other couch, leaving them to their devices. You quickly fell asleep as the boys talked among themselves.

“Why did you guys get carried and we didn’t” Kaminari complained

“She only has two arms, duh” Sero commented as he started drawing on paper.

“I want love too” he whined and tried to take the remote from Bakugou to which he just pushed him away. They spent about 15 minutes arguing and playing and whatnot until they realized one was missing. “Hey, where’s Kirishima?”

The three boys looked around and found him with you. He was wrapped in your arms as you both slept peacefully. Kaminari whined “him again!”

Waking up, you both stirred. “Denki shut up” you grumbled. Kaminari broke out in tears. You got up and lifted him to your chest. Patting his back, asking,”what’s wrong?”

“It’s just you and- Bakugou- and Kirishima- and not hugging me!” he cried and sobbed as you bounced him lightly. A ‘what do I do?’ look was on your face as you faced the guys and they just shrugged. You reluctantly brought him with you to the couch and had him lay on you as you patted his back. His sobs got softer as it waws replaced by soft snoring. You giggled at how fast he fell asleep and felt your arm being tugged. Sero put it around him and snuggled up to your side. You smiled to yourself and dozed off, hearing the soft breaths of the two boys snuggling up to you.

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You awoke to quite a sight, Kaminari mover to hugging you tighter, his breathing tickling your neck, Sero was still where he was, Bakugou was on your side opposite of Sero, hugging your arm, and Kirishima was resting comfortably on your legs. You swore your heart was gonna melt. You noticed how late it was getting and gently shook them awake. They yawned and let you get up as some rubbed their adorable sleepy eyes.

“So what do you guys wanna eat for dinner?” you asked

Stars were in their eyes as they simultaneously yelled “PIZZA”

Your giggle caught their attention and made them blush knowing they make you laugh. You got up and went to call the pizza place and you walked up to them again. “Okay so, while we wait for it to arrive, you will unfortunately have to take a bath” their blushes all got darker and all you went silent

“NO WAIT I’M NOT GETTING NAKED WITH YOU” You blushed furiously at you just grabbed them and pulled them to the bathroom.

“Just uh, take off your clothes, I won’t look” you said, turning the knob and letting the warm water pour down. You glanced back and realized only Kaminari complied. You quickly told him to step in the tub and he did so. You used your quirk to lift up some soapy water and swished it around Kaminari as he laughed at the feeling. You took some clean water and rinsed the soap off of him. And just like that his bath was dome in 2 minutes. You did it on Kirishima, then Sero, then Bakugou, him being more grumpy than the others. You felt like a cool mom at the same time like their girlfriend, taking care of them. The thought made you blush as you found yourself answering the door and paying for the pizza. You sat in your dining area, watching the boys excitedly chomp on their slices, quickly getting seconds and thirds. You saw them get messy but Bakugou had it the worse, the grease and tomato sauce got all over his mouth. You shyly got some tissue paper and wiping the corners of his mouth. His face got warm as you gently patted the tissue against his lips. You looked so beautiful right now, almost like an angel, your hair falling gently and your touch was gentle too.

The others wanted you to do that with them too but each didn’t want to bother you more than they already did. The moment was over as soon as it started and you quickly finished up your ‘meal’ and did the dishes. They did figure out how to put on a movie but you all agreed you were too full for popcorn. You placed yourself between Bakugou and Kaminari as Sero sat against your legs and Kirishima sat beween them. You eventually fell asleep from the tiring day you had with the boys even if it mostly consisted of napping.

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You woke up latching on to a shirtless Sero. You squeaked, turning red, you shook him awake, waiting for an explanation. He shifted in his sleep and looked down at you. His hair was ruffled and this cheeks were tainted pink. Cute.

“So, um, the others are making breakfast. We kinda woke up naked and the clothes were ripped”

You blushed and froze up as he did too

“B-But you don’t need to worry! Nothing happened! We did use you oversized pants, shirts and hoodies and I have to say, you have a lot” he chuckled, “it’s not weird though. Just weirdly convenient”

You both had a good laugh as you went to breakfast with the others.

#bakusqaud #x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #sero x reader #bakusquad x reader #kacchan #kacchan x reader

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vanillann · 4 years

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steps of falling in love (draco malfoy x f.reader)

word count: 1.3k

steps of falling in love masterlist

step 2: flirt with a mannequin

"So how hard are you gonna go on him?"

Viki laughed as I skipped down the hall, readying to meet Malfoy in front of the abandoned class near both our common rooms.

"I need to find out how bad off he actually is but probably worse than when I went on Longbottom."

Both girls cringed, turning to each other before looking back to me.

"You made Longbottom cry once."

"I didn't mean to!"

I frowned at the memory, the sight of the sweet boy with small tears after a small miscommunication.

"Maybe he has a shit ton of charm he's hiding from the world," Kyla spoke as we got closer to the class, the light blond hair easy to spot from miles away.

"We'll see."

I waved to the girls, standing beside Malfoy as he leaned against the wall. His hands were shoved so deep in his pockets I was surprised they would ever be as cold as they were.

"Ready!"

"Nope," he said, opening the door to the class and shutting it in my face.

I rolled my eyes, taking both hands and pushing it open completely now.

"Try holding the door for Kline."

Malfoy looked around the books I had hoarded around the room, each stolen from the Library over my six year here at the castle.

"I went to check this book out but they told me they didn't have it," Malfoy said as he pulled a book about dragons from the shelf.

"That was the first one I ever took."

Malfoy looked up at me, opening the book and flipping through each page slowly.

"You are the most evil Hufflepuff I've met."

"I'm not evil, just honest," I shrugged as I pulled out the small mannequin from the back room, dragging it from the wheels at its feet.

"Do you steal from the morgue too?"

I looked over my shoulder at Malfoy, the book now set on a table as he watched me closely.

"No, Ky sews so she lets me use the mannequin whenever," I spoke as I center the mannequin to stand before Malfoy. His hand dropped back into his robe pockets, his expression dead as I set my head on the shoulder of the mannequin, giving him a bright smile with jazz hands on each side of the plastic body.

"What the hell do you expect me to do with that?"

"Flirt."

"Are you mad?"

"Nope, I'm actually very happy."

Malfoy's jaw looked like it could break with how wide he had it. His eyes were close to falling out his head, looking between my eyes and the eyes of the mannequin.

"I'm not doing that."

"Look, this is to see if you can flirt at all," I moved from behind the mannequin to sit on the desk that Malfoy stood beside.

"I can flirt!"

"Then flirt away," I gestured to the plastic, Malfoy doing nothing but staring at me with those scary grey eyes. I watched him, my eyes begging to blink as we both watched each other. His face drifted closer to my own, his eyes starting to twitch as they searched my own.

I watched his eyelids fall to his waterline, my fist flying over my head and I yelped with a wicked smile on my face.

"Flirt Mr. Malfoy," I pointed to the plastic with my bubbly smile.

"Please don't call me that," he mumbled before walking closer to the mannequin, a sigh leaving his lips while he carefully placed a hand on the mannequin shoulder.

"S-stop being cute."

Malfoy turned to me, his normal pale face covered in shades of red. He played with the rings on his hand again, I was slowly starting to pick up on his ticks.

"That's all you got?"

Malfoy cleared his throat, giving a sufficient nod while moving back to stand beside me.

"Oh Merlin, please never flirt again."

"Maybe if I was flirting with someone rather than something," Malfoy gasped as I turned on the table.

"Awh, if you wanna to flirt with me you could've just asked," I mocked in fake innocence.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, his away from the desk and walking to the other side of the class. I watched as he grabbed one of his sleeves, dragging it to cover his arm completely and tap his foot against the floor rapidly.

"Okay come here," I waved my hand, but he simply looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. I let out a dramatic sigh, falling back so my back laid against the table.

"When was the last time you flirted with a person?"

"None of your concern."

"Okay so never," I sat back up and watched Malfoy turn so he was leaning on a bookshelf. He had a face of disgust and I felt the urge to call into my own skin and hide for the rest of the practice.

"Do you enjoy criticizing people?"

"No not in the slightest, but I'm not going to spare your own precious feelings over the truth."

He scoffed, letting the back of his head hit the bookshelf with a bang before letting a emotionless laugh fall past his pink lips.

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Me either if I'm being honest."

"As you said, you're always honest," the small statement made a smile reach my lips as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, his face held no emotion but I watched him look at the floorboard of the small empty class.

"Try it again."

"No-"

"I thought Slytherin were supposed to be ambitious," I crossed my arm, watching his shoulders become ridged as he looked up at me. It's like his brain broke again, like every time I spoke slightly personal he shut down.

"You're on thin ice Kennedy."

I smiled to myself, knowing I never told him my last name showed he had asked about me. He was more ambitious than he would ever give off to me.

"Good thing I can ice skate."

He didn't make a comment this time, pushing off the wall and moving to stand before the mannequin. He placed his hand back on the shoulder, but I jumped from the desk and removed it. As soon as my warm skin touched his own cold hand he jumped back, drawing his hand closer to his chest while he watching me closely.

"Don't start touching them, ease into that."

He watched me for a few seconds before turning back to the mannequin, his breath slowing back down as he looked at the horrible drawn on eyes.

"Hello."

I smiled at the simple gesture, the confidence in his voice shaky but better than the last time.

"Now smile at them."

"I don't smile."

I pouted my lips, giving my best puppy eyes I could muster as I watched his stare at me. He didn't crack but I watched his eyes scan my face, reading my body language.

"A smile will help."

"Next."

I rolled my eyes but nonetheless gave up on producing a smile from the boy before me.

"Try a compliment, tell them they look nice in red or you like their hair."

"This mannequin is bald and naked," Draco spoke as his eyes moved from my face to the mannequin, his nose twitching as he looked it up and down.

"Use your imagination, duh."

He let his eyes look at the mannequin up and down one more time before he turned around and grabbed his bag that he set on a table. I watched him slip the book of dragons into his bag before making his way to the door.

"No goodbye?"

"Nope," he opened the door, heading into the hall that was slowly starting to fill with children. I turned back to the mannequin, the creepy features on it growing creepy as I looked longer.

"Well that was joyous," I spoke, slowly pushing the mannequin back into the room to belong it.

"Great, now I'm the one talking to the mannequin."

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babysprouseisart · 4 years

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Honestly more things are pointing to a permanent separation for SH. No indications of any reconciliation sadly. And it makes it even harder without the confirmation. I guess when they start to get papped with their new SOs will be the day that it is confirmed they are done. And I hope it is soon. This push and pull with them is exhausting

Good day, anon, and welcome to hell. Screams for help will not save you, alas, because when it comes to a topic in which I am 99, 9% sure, I have no equals. I'm sorry you probably got the wrong address, but it's too late. I am merciless and bloodthirsty with anyone who tries to contradict my faith, tries to correct my point of view and convince me of their own, although I did not give it a reason. Because it's my fucking blog where I for x-billionth time has already expressed my exact points and agreed with some people which think and proved the exact opposite to all that you are saying. So be prepared to be slowly but surely tortured by my long ass post.

So, let's start with what I said about my blog: only good vibes here. I am not interested/concerned about other opposite/negative feedings. I just don't want to make a big deal about it. Here, in my blog, we support Lili Pauline Reinhart and Cole Mitchell Sprouse in any case as couple as well as individuals.

This means that under no circumstances do we talk about them, their relationships, their projects, their family, or their decisions in a negative way. Yes, we may disagree with something they do, where they do it, and how they do it (what they post, what they like/don't like, write or repost, who they meet, with whom they decide to be, live and communicate with, what they archive/unarchive, and so on), but we do not have the right to judge them or decide how to act. We also can't control it and it's none of our business.

I repent if I once made the appearance of a person condemning one of them or their family for their actions and possible causes of the separation, it was only my objective external disagreement, points and thoughts aloud, nothing more rude, involved and inappropriate. And I think with many of my words said earlier (or the words of those I follow and reblog their posts) about the behavior of family/friends of Lili, Cole, and so on, people with brains and common sense could agree. Remember this, or write it on your forehead, so that the next time you write to me, you will see these words.

Moving on, taking into account all of the above, I would like to tell you that it probably won't be enough for one blog to explain to you point by point all my beliefs and points of view on this subject, to prove to you that every fucking word you say is illogical shit and the most real nonsense. It feels like you're an alien who fell from another planet and decided to crawl into our hole with your impressions of a newborn baby who doesn't understand much about the world and its creators. Although in this case, I'm more of the opinion that you are a little asshole, in which the vein of hatred is boiling and you like to come to this and some other blogs to tell us your agenda although we have no idea where you have such rash thoughts, perhaps you have an extra chromosome? Dude, treat your paranoia.

Further, given that I don't have much time and desire to describe all my points of view point by point, which, unlike your random set of words, really makes sense for hundreds or even thousands of people who have the gray matter to be able to think, I will attach my long - standing post, indicating all the facts at that time proving the opposite to yours. Although, I will try to supplement everything else as much as I can.

While, we all ( I hope) already realized and accepted that for many reasons, during this quarantine, Lili and Cole had some problems, were distant and ended up apart for a certain period of time, immediately after the end point of the explosion and informing us of all these public actions on social media (I hope you understand), then after a few weeks, they were already confidently moving towards resolution and recovery and that's why:

https://babysprousehart.tumblr.com/post/618026656780648448/hello-i-hope-this-doesnt-come-off-negatively

This was written long before, but still has many valid points and I just want to widen some of them.

Take a sit and follow me word by word.

I shall start my addition of evidence, based on all the guesses and great opinions of others, as well as hints from the Lili and Cole themselves. I would like to start with a significant event and the day when Lili posted a photo from the Antelope Valley on April 28th, well, or 27th, depending on where you are.

Perhaps we lose some missing pieces in this puzzle and forget about something that was done earlier, but I just want to start counting from this moment.

A few facts about this photo/photos:

1) It was posted exactly 3 years later from their famous photoshoot, when very, very, very many people, mostly in media, began to suspect that there is something between them in a romantic way. It was exactly in the same place, exactly with the same style, exactly in a similar image (waving curly hair, light flying dress, black and white effect) and even without a capture. The picture marked the anniversary and is very important for the two of them. An undeniable fact, beat me.

2) That photo was definitely taken by Cole. Why?

Here are a couple more facts in addition to the first:

They have the quality of captured on professional camera.

You can see, that Lili did not tag the photographer and said jokingly that the photo was taken by Milo, why would she lie, or hide that it was anyone else, because clearly she just hid that because it was Cole.

You may have noticed that Austin, when asked who took the photo, whether she took it and whether she is a good photographer, says no and her reaction with a grin and laugh is priceless. She also didn't tag nor the photographer, neither Lili in her photos from there.

You can watch the vlog in the Colleen blog and see there are very similar figures to Cole, Lili and Milo walking along the valley, because, duh, they were there.

You can view her post, where you can see Cole from the back (notice his dark clothing, the same as on one of his post in the profile, which he has already deleted, as well as his position from which the photo of Lili was supposedly taken and it is just in the same place).

You can observe his style of photography and how similar the theme is to the photos from 2017.

You can see the same poppy behind his ear in one of the past stories.

You may have noticed that the photo of Lili is processed with the same effect as several photos in Cole's profile, and I can tell you as an amateur photo editor that it is very identical.

Question: why arrange such a significant photoshoot with your ex after a few weeks of separation? Why is Cole smiling in a photo (black and white one with a mustache and black clothes) probably taken there? Why is everything so secretive if they broke up? Why even post a photo that your ex-boyfriend definitely took? How can you calmly go to this place, which reminds you of your joint travels with your former lover? Therefore, this photo and later another one from there were the first iron arguments in confirming the improvement of things.

I would like to continue with another ironclad proof.

Lili in early may very fiercely, after a few weeks of Cole's statements about slander and threats, which she did not respond to so clearly at the time, defended Cole and pointed out the private relationship and literally said that people should stop it and even though should hurt and bully her, but not him.

Question: did she defend her ex so publicly? Would Lili talk about a private relationship if that was the way her past relationship was most often? Would she have written anything at all if she didn't care about him and didn't feel something towards him? I don't think so, so it's gibberish to say so (about the break up) when it's the second unquestionable argument.

Next, we need to talk about the general activity of Cole and Lili in social media. I just want to list some observations, in different order, but it seems like everything we have now:

If earlier it was visible in the posts of Lili that it was clearly a show off, then over time and after the published photos, she began to behave more sincerely and tenderly, began to publish Milo less, began to say that there was only the two of them less, has stopped showing how good she is without certain someone, as if for Cole showing that she could cope without him, which was visible in the posts and stories, she began to talk more about improving her mental health as a result of training, spoke about how later she was feeling better and that she was grateful for those who were with her and difficult times and in light moments, that you just need to live and enjoy.

Additionally, I can say how she shone with each photo, and it was a natural glow of happiness and settling down. She no longer sang sad songs or posted sad songs, on the contrary, posted sexy, funny and relaxed ones. She appeared more in photos taken by paparazzi. She posted sexy, energetic, romantic movies, funny cartoons, watched funny clips, was excited about her project, laughed, danced with her dog, played with a dog with macaroni, cosplayed Willy Wonka (we all have a feeling it’s Cole’s thing, no?), playing with sand, puzzles, posted funny memes in story, which unfortunately coolly accepted as the opposite, posted a poem with a typo and funny answered to a fan who corrected it, told more about poems and attached a photo with a fragment of a poem about love from her upcoming book. She liked some photos from the anniversary of the last episode of the series, where we remember there was a hot scene of her and Cole's character, she liked a Bughead drawing. Yesterday, she actually posted one of the sexiest videos that will not be posted, being single and lonely, we saw that she actually spent more personal time with Cole (I am not saying they weren’t doing t back then), which was investigated thanks to many amazing people here, and even if they don't live together yet, they are more likely to meet and have met with each other, and more hints on sexy times (because, come one, maybe Milo was the one who left a hickey on her neck, huh?), which is undeniable, just compare the fact that she is no longer in the old rental, and he is not in Kj's house, she then posted a photo from some place, which is very similar to where Cole shot a video with Jimmy Fallon.

He also began to be more active in social networks, exactly after she started posting photos of the Antelope Valley, he posted a series of photos of the kissing couple, even if it was a gay drawings, they were filled with love, there was a photo of him with cattle with the sarcastic caption, then the photo about porn bots, with funny ask to leave him alone and saying it’s not allowed to be horny on quarantine, again a photo of himself with heart eyes that I talked about above, he posted a very funny video recently. There were more photos from the paparazzi after some time when Lili's usually flashed, and then it stopped, then his humorous photo in the washing machine appeared, which she probably had taken, and why so I explained in the attached post, he posted a photo from the walk, which was also probably taken with her, because again, she had a similar location, then he jokingly called Tommy ‘the’ muse, maybe roasting fans, but he didn’t use ‘my’, so, indicating he still has his own muse, then we saw him at that damn party, which caused people's panic, although he is an ordinary person and has the right to relax, and by the way at this party he was very happy and frisky, but nothing bad or shameful happened and he is innocent, then we even saw Cole, after Lili, delete many of the photos, although he had also unarchived some of them several times, as she had, which means that he did not delete them completely, but just removed many of them, leaving the most tender photo after or before the kiss at the famous moment when Lili wanted a toast and eggs at 1 am, or many photos reflecting her body, which also marks not a bad phenomenon, but a simple trolling from them. Proof of this trolling and unarchiving is on the vastness of other blogs and on Twitter, thanks to that girl's video.

The way their condition and activity on social networks have changed is very noticeable and is also third undeniable fact of denial of the break up. You can compare photos of Cole taken by Alex, where he is clearly very sad and depressed, because it was taken somewhere in the interval of their real breakup. And compare this with his smiling and playful state during the interview with Jimmy, where he also sparkled with happiness and fun, constantly smiling and seemed to be aroused about something (or someone). I think even a newcomer will notice a change in their mood and attitude. You will see the difference. And this does not happen when going through the break up after 4 years of deeply imbued with love relationships. Please understand, damn it.

I have listed alas not everything that speaks so vividly about things going in the right positive direction and is evidence that everything is getting better again, there will be only more I assure you and you will kiss my ass, as Cole said.

Execution cannot be pardoned.

You have one attempt to put a comma and decide your fate, but I think you’ll fail because you are a total sucker anyway.

Bye!

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theres-a-goldensky · 4 years

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26 + 2 Various BL Series Fic Recs

Fandoms included in this fic rec list: Love By Chance, TharnType, Until We Meet Again, My Engineer, 2 Moons, HIStory3: Trapped (plus a bit of bonus Theory of Love and WHY R U?)

I’ve found a handful of good fics for all of these tiny pairings that I am newly obsessed with, and I thought I’d share them with you if you’re also looking for something good to read. Please, if you have recs of your own, point me in the direction of any other good stuff!

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

IT chapter 2 list one and two - Reddie

Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

(All recs are complete) (I’ve noted pairings, length, and rating, but not any warnings or additional tags.)

** denotes personal favorite

LOVE BY CHANCE / THARNTYPE

1. the count up series by sweetiejelly - Tin/Can - ~34,000 words, explicit - A fix-it fic post-canon where Tin and Can slowly work out their issues with some missteps and learning along the way.

So two weeks later, when Can first does it, Tin doesn't know what to do. For the longest while, he just turns off his phone screen. And then turns it back on.

good night, tin. it's been a while but i promised to say good night. so, good night, sleep well.

Every damn time the text is still there.

In the end, Tin deletes it.

The next morning, Can does it again.

good morning, tin. looks like rain today. don't forget your umbrella.

Tin deletes it.

The texts keep coming.

2. ** LBC Aftermath series by Mara - LBC/TharnType crossover- ~6700 words, mature - Were you too horrified by Techno’s ending in LBC? This author feels your pain and did her part to get some justice for Techno. This fic has zero sympathy for Kengkla, which I deeply appreciated. This will help you work out some of your anger. It features LBC!Techno and the TharnType versions of Tharn and Type. Mind the warnings, since this deals with the serious consequences of Kengkla’s actions.

Kengkla stayed at the house through the morning and Techno was so jumpy he nearly leaped out of his skin every time Kla looked at him or talked to him. Even though Kla had explained what happened and how he wasn’t upset to be dating, Techno still felt weird. He kind of wished he remembered what had happened. A guy should remember how he lost his virginity, right?

Kla grabbed him in a big hug and Techno froze, managing a weak grin when Kla pulled back to smile at him. “I’ve got to go home now. But I’ll call you later. Let me know if you go somewhere.”

“O-okay.” Techno stared as the boy let himself out the front door.

3. 5 + 1 by strokeofluck - Tin/Can- ~3600 words, rated general - This is a sweet story about the times when Pete sees Tin having feelings for Can.

Pete weighed his options as he glanced back and forth between Tin and Can. Can didn’t seem to be bothered by the whole thing, he even had a shy smile on his face. Or at least, Pete thought it was a shy smile, he had never really seen this kind of expression coming from Can before.

He could let this whole thing go, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. It was time for him to finally say to Tin: I told you so.

“You were born in Bangkok,” he said, casting a wide net and hoping Can would find himself caught in it.

Can did.

4. That Testified Surprise by Mara - Techno/Tharn/Type - ~7000 words, mature - This is a LBC canon rewrite that stars the TharnType version of all three characters. Type realizes something is not...quite...right with Kengkla and invites Techno to stay with him and Tharn instead of going home drunk.

Pouring Techno into the passenger seat, Type sat down in the driver’s seat and pulled the phone out to check it, entering the passcode. (The passcode was the birthday of Thai national football team captain Siwarak Tedsungnoen, of course. Duh.)

Fuck, it looked like Nic had been either texting or calling every 20 minutes since they got to the bar. What was up there?

Scrolling back through the evening’s texts, Type scowled harder. Loving brother or not, this was fucking creepy. Going back farther, it looked like it was a pattern. Did the kid do anything other than pester his brother about his whereabouts?

THARNTYPE

5. everything he wants by minkit - ~5100 words, explicit - Type accidentally ruins one of Tharn’s shirts and agrees to do whatever Tharn wants to make up for it. Which means it’s porn stretched over the bare bones of a plot, and it’s great.

Tharn’s hands moved across the bed, slowly, inch by inch and it was frustrating because Type knew they were heading to him, but Tharn took his sweet time. And then they were covering his hands and Tharn’s face was mere centimeters from his and Type could barely breathe. It took everything he had not to lean forward and capture those lips that also belonged to him, but he had a feeling if he tried, Tharn wouldn’t let him. He had that look on his face and Type knew what it meant.

He knew he was in for a long rest of the night.

6. You’ve Got Mail by perthbysaint - ~7800 words, explicit - Type sends Tharn nudes at the most inconvenient times.

A selfie? From Type? Tharn was thanking all of his lucky stars as he happily taps to load the image. The picture loads and Tharn’s phone slips from his suddenly lax grip. Convinced he couldn’t have just seen what he thought he just saw, he picks his phone up hastily and stares very intently at the picture.

It’s a mirror selfie, obviously taken in a changing room, but that thought comes secondary to thighs. Type is holding the camera in front of his face to take the picture, shirt clenched in his other hand and pulled up slightly to show off the shorts. The fucking shorts. He had seen Type in his soccer gear before and yes, Type has most definitely asked for the wrong size and Tharn is more grateful than he’s ever been for anything in his whole life. The shorts are riding up so high they can’t cover more than a few inches of skin, Type’s smooth, powerful thighs on full display. On the inside of his left thigh, there’s a tiny purple mark peeking out from under the bottom of the shorts. Tharn knows exactly what it is because he was the one who left it there just two days ago when he sucked marks into Type’s thighs for a half-hour before he slung Type’s legs over his shoulders and ate him out until Type was sobbing fat tears and begging Tharn to let him come.

7. pet names series by LokelaniRose - ~50,000 words, explicit - A series of post-episode fics that gives us the sex that the show only hinted at, starting with the shower scene.

Tharn prides himself on his self-control. All his passion and intensity is saved for his music, when he’s safely behind a drum kit and can let it all out. He’s never been as irritated by anyone else as he is by Type and all his playground bullying nonsense. Something about the other boy just shakes something loose inside him, rattles at Tharn’s iron discipline until he has to grit his teeth constantly not to just – what? Kiss him? Kill him? Tharn has enough composure (and pride) to put up a front that’s all smiles and wry amusement, but really he regularly skips between one of two daydreams – twisting Type’s head off or fucking him into the ground.

(Tharn is absolutely not going to admit to the third set of daydreams, of curling up around Type when he’s cold or cheering him on at matches or bringing him home to meet Tharn’s father. Nope, no, definitely not.)

2MOONS SERIES

8. ** The universe where we do not commit reckless, unlubricated buttsex by startledoctopus - Forth/Beam - ~8700 words, explicit - This is a great story about Beam giving in and trying to seduce Forth the same way he seduced all of those girls in his past. This Forth is great, and the story retcons their first time to something far more pleasant for Beam.

"We're heading into a unit on disorders of the spine and I need to review my basic skeletal and muscular anatomy. But it feels stupid to keep studying these weird-looking diagrams and drawings." None of this was, strictly speaking, factual, but an engineering major wouldn't know any different. Beam gathered up all his bravado, walked behind Forth, and began rucking up his shirts as if this were completely normal.

"What! I..."

"Shut up, I need to look at a real back so I know what I'll be looking at as a doctor." Forth let him take the shirts off, glancing back at him several times but giving in meekly to Beam's stern look. Forth shuffled the papers some more.

"All right. Okay, um...Ah!" Beam smirked at Forth's reaction as he ran his thumbs down the nape of his neck.

9. Good Things Come To by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~4300 words, explicit - Kit gets drunk and reveals more of his feelings for Ming than he probably means to.

"Hmm." Kit closes his eyes and leans his head back on the headrest. "Ming, Ming, Ming. Do you know your name's a kiss? I'm kissing the air everytime I say 'Ming'!" Kit pops his mouth and it pops Ming's mind a bit. "And then I think about kissing you. Why do you make me think about you so damn much? You're so annoying, Ming. No one's ever..." and Kit leans to the side, almost like he's going to conk out or throw up, only to straighten back up. "... made me this crazy."

Oh shit. Ming doesn't know what to do with all of this information. He knew somewhere deep down that Kit likes him. Kit's eyes can't lie. Kit's mouth can't either, the cusses coming out whenever he's keyed up and flustered, and then there are his kisses.

10 + 11. ** how to fail flirt your way into his heart (a guide by Kit) and a little conversation (and a little action please) by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~30,000 words, explicit in the second part - This story makes a tiny plot divergence. It has Kit put a little more effort into finding out if Ming is really into Yo and then from there, it loosely follows the plot of the show with some key differences. I really enjoyed this.

"Can I have your number?" Kit mentally face-palms. Why? Damn Pha. Damn Beam. Just damn everything, ugh. He has never flirted in his life. Pin asked him out, okay? He doesn't know how to do this. "I'm Kit, Phana's friend," he says, trying to make it less weird.

"I'm Ming. And of course, P'Kit!" Ming flashes him an easy grin and holds out his hand.

Oh right, the phone. Kit shoves it at Ming, nearly hitting him in the chest. Great, he's acing this.

Ming smiles at him, bemused or confused, probably both, and brushes his hand, totally unnecessarily, over the back of Kit's hand as he takes the phone. "In case of emergency, right?" Ming looks up at him from under his lashes and boy, this nong is brazen.

12. ** In Control series by LokelaniRose - Ming/Kit - ~27,000 words, explicit - Kit struggles to tell Ming that he wants something other than the careful, gentle sex they’ve been having. Ming discovers that Kit has some anxiety and panic problems. He also discovers what helps him feel better. [spoilers: these two things are connected.] I love how attentive and caring Ming is throughout this series. The anxious Kit also rings true to the character we saw on the show.

But now that Kit is fretting over things, he might as well fret over this as well. So Ming is great in bed. And let’s be honest, Kit probably isn’t. He hasn’t had a hundred previous partners – okay, tiny exaggeration, but still – and doesn’t know all the fancy moves and techniques and tricks…and just like everything else, in bed Ming is somehow casual and sincere at the same time. He never seems to want anything except what Kit wants, is always happy to do whatever, to take his time making slow, gentle love to Kit. Kit knows that he always comes at least – he secretly really likes it when Ming comes, he’s not quite sure why – but what if there’s more that Kit could be doing, to make it better for him? If Kit was better in bed maybe it would make up for being a shitty boyfriend in other areas, one who can’t be nice in public or talk about his feelings.

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

13. another nightmare fic by itsmylifekay - Win/Team - ~2300 words, not rated - Team tries to sleep without Win and it doesn’t go well.

Team’s room feels suffocating, the air too thick and the space too dark and the covers sticking to his skin with sweat. His breaths are too loud in the quiet, but the quiet itself is deafening. It reminds him of the water. The muted sounds. The frantic pounding of his heart. (The same one he feels now echoed in his chest.)

Flashes of the dream come back to him unbidden.

Everything is too dark, too bright, no way to see what way is up or what way is down. He’s trapped. Can’t get out. Can’t breathe.

14. ** Different With You by blackrose9212 - Win/Team - ~6900 words, teen - It’s open swim week, which means that the swimming club offers free lessons to any of the students who would like to participate. Team doesn’t understand why his teammates hate it so much - until he does. Great jealousy in this one from both sides.

“Nice to meet you,” the boy gushes. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to join your group. Auntie said there needs to be at least three people, and no one was sitting across from you two. I’ve been paying attention so I already have ideas. Is that okay?” Team watches as he pulls out his books and drops them onto the table, pushing them a little farther out so they’re nearly touching Win’s notebook.

Team shrugs. “Sure, that’s fine. I don’t think Win has been paying attention so I’m glad you have an idea of what’s going on.”

Win hits him lightly at the back of the hand and Film giggles behind his hand. “Oh, no, P’Win looks very smart. I’m sure he’s been listening.” He looks at Win and smiles a little, blushing when Win gives him a smile back.

Team looks between the two of them. Then back at Film, who’s watching Win leaf through his literature textbook like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, and then past Film at the table he left from, where he sees three boys, laughing behind their hands and making cooing faces.

15. seven hundred thirteen by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~6800 words, mature - Win spends two years abroad in England, and he and Team have to navigate a long distance relationship. It’s very sweet and written very true to life.

“I kind of hoped you were going to show up at the airport tomorrow morning and chase the plane,” Win says. He kisses Team’s hair, lingering there to memorize the fresh, clear scent.

Team says, “Is it weird that I thought about doing that?” and Win feels him smile against his shoulder.

It’s late, nearly nine thirty, and Win had plans of how to spend tonight that can’t be realized anymore. He wanted to invite Team to dinner with his family. He wanted to play video games with Team and View. He wanted to talk about London with Waan and Team. He wanted to include Team in his family’s warmth in some small way, to make him feel less lonely.

He can’t do any of that now but he still wants to sneak Team upstairs and have him in his arms all night. He wouldn’t, but he wants to. It’s been a month since he moved off campus permanently, and weeks since he was last able to spend a night alone with Team.

16. ** You Can Cry by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~19,600 words, mature - Win goes missing while on vacation with some friends. Team is left at home trying to handle it. I like the way the author built up to the accident happening. They did a good job creating tension and showing us exactly how Team felt about Win. And spoilers, this story has a happy ending.

“You’re going to fail out of university,” Team tells him. “You’re not really going, are you?”

Win rolls onto his side and perches his cheek on his hand. “What if I say yes?” he asks. “Will you miss me?”

Team’s warning look is more venomous than usual. “Not at all,” Team says, and Win smirks because that isn’t true and they both know it. “You still shouldn’t go. What if you miss the flight back? You’ll fail out and I’ll break up with you for being a dumbass.”

The very recent phenomenon of Team acknowledging that they’re a couple has its usual melting effect on Win’s heart.

2GETHER

17. ** Love Songs on Our Skin series by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~15,700 words, explicit - A soulmark AU where Tine is born with the notes to a song that hasn’t yet been written wrapped around his chest. I enjoyed how Tine’s obliviousness in the show carries over to this fic.

Only Mr. Chic would have a song no one had ever fucking heard of permanently etched on his chest. For fuck's sake .

Still, he waves it off, and he tries not to look too closely at other people's marks. Tries being the key word. He doesn't envy the elegant watercolors of a guitar pick and an open novel he catches sight of on the wrists of some couple's interlinked hands when he's in town. And he certainly doesn't envy the dude he once saw in a coffee shop with the words " I hate you " scrawled across the back of his neck. But yeah, okay, he might be a little jealous of the people who are lucky enough to have something as simple as their soulmate's name on their skin. That definitely isn't fair.

"Why couldn't it at least have been a Scrubb song?" he asks the mirror as he wipes it clear shower-born condensation. The mirror and him are well acquainted with this conversation by now. In fact, the mirror sees the stupid mark more than anyone, so it might as well put up with his equally stupid questions. "It could have been 'Together.' Just think of it, how romantic it would be to meet some cute girl's eyes after bumping into them at a concert, my favorite song playing . . ." He draws a nail over the winding bars of the music on his chest, frowning. "That would be so much easier."

18. Drown Your Sorrows by HyacinthsSoul - 2gether/Theory of Love - Sarawat and Third meet at a bar and bond over being in love with oblivious men.

“No, he’s an angel,” Sarawat says. “Unfortunately he’s a very stupid, very straight angel.”

“Mine’s stupid too,” the other man admits. “But definitely no angel. I’m Third, by the way,” he adds, offering a slender hand to shake.

“Sarawat,” says Sarawat. “Can I buy you another? I think we’re drinking the same thing, although I can’t remember what it’s called.”

20. ** Your Body Is My Instrument by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~12,000 words, explicit - This fic does a good job doing what, in this reccer’s humble opinion, the series failed to: showing Tine attracted to Sarawat. There’s great first time sex and some fun sexual tension. Plus, we get to see them switch off, which is extremely rare in BL. And most importantly: hand kink.

It starts innocently enough. Or, well, innocently enough for a guy whose first words to him were, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kiss you till you drop.” So, you know. It starts kinda like that.

They’ve been officially dating for a grand sum total of three days and altogether not that much has changed. Except that Sarawat touches him more now. Normally this would be fine, no big deal, right? But Sarawat has magic, evil hands, and apparently all he has to do is glance Tine’s way to deduce the exact right places and ways to touch Tine to drive him up the fucking wall.

And the worst part is it’s almost never the same place or the same way twice, and the only warning Tine ever gets is that sneaky little glint Sarawat gets in his eyes just before he does it, the bastard.

MY ENGINEER

21. Cool Boy(friend) by HyacinthsSoul - Ram/King - ~22,000 words, explicit - So this is technically a WIP, but each chapter feels like a completed fic without a cliffhanger or anything. This is a very sweet, comfortable story about King and Ram getting to know each other as their relationship develops.

In the selfie King sends, he’s holding up a full shot glass while someone’s arm reaches into the frame to hand him another kind of drink, something tall with a straw and a paper umbrella. Ram frowns. Whose arm is that? The person is wearing a red long-sleeved shirt, which doesn’t match what any of their friend group was wearing, and the engineer bar doesn’t offer table service.

Frowning, Ram looks back through the previous photos until he spots a detail he’d overlooked before: a red-shirted man at a neighboring table. He’s visible in the background of two or three pictures taken by Tee, and in each of them he’s staring intently at King.

Not that it’s any of Ram’s business. Not that he cares.

HISTORY3: TRAPPED

22. it’s too late (to turn back now) by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~7200 words, general audiences - Canon divergence fic where Tang Yi pushes Shao Fei away after he saves Hong Ye in order to try and protect him. Shao Fei reacts to that about as well as you’d expect.

“Tang Yi, what do you mean-“

“I think you’ve fooled around for long enough,” Tang Yi interrupts, his voice cold, nothing like the man who had dabbed at his lips with a cotton bud last night, the man who had smiled at him when he made the cannon joke.

“You’ve disrupted my life, and the life of my family and friends in the past few weeks, Meng Shao Fei. This has gone for long enough,” he continues, unwavering. “I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. Take a good rest here in the hospital, and I’ll get someone to pack up your things back at the house. Jack will deliver it back to your apartment.”

23 + 24. ** just waiting, waiting (on you) and between you and me by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~16,000 words, general audiences - These are stories about how Shao Fei and the rest of the gang deal over the years when Tang Yi is in jail. Found family fics are my jam, so I loved this.

The thing is, it’s been almost three months of this. 90 days, give or take. 2,160 hours. 129,600 minutes. And more than 7 million seconds of this — not having Tang Yi at his side.

Shao Fei wonders for a moment if he will ever stop seeing Tang Yi in every corner of the house. When he comes down the stairs in the morning, some part of him expects to see Tang Yi standing at the kitchen island with a bright smile, asking him if he wants jam with his toast that morning. Shao Fei sees Tang Yi in that apron he loves, cooking at the stove when he fixes himself dinner, alone in the spacious kitchen. Seeing Tang Yi’s favourite blue bathrobe, Shao Fei can almost see Tang Yi leaving the bathroom, his hair all wet and falling over his eyes.

25. amuse bouche by sarahyyy - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~2400 words, general audiences - This is more of Jack seducing Zhao Zi through food and attention. So basically an extension of the show. Mother hen Jack is the cutest.

“Jack?” Zhao Zi murmurs blearily. “Why are you here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jack shoots back, herding Zhao Zi back into the house. He checks for Zhao Zi’s temperature with the back of his hand. “Fever?”

“Just the flu for now, I think?” Zhao Zi says.

Jack purses his lips. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“I had some bread earlier?” Zhao Zi says, but he also looks shifty enough that Jack mostly takes it with a grain of salt.

26. Absolutely Nothing Goes Wrong by anon - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~4500 words, teen - This is an AU where Zhao Zi is the son of a rival mob boss, but he’s still, you know HIMSELF. And when his father says he’s useless, he decides to prove him wrong by seducing Tang Yi’s second-in-command. It’s absolutely adorable.

The man pulled him by the arm, resisting Zhao Zi’s attempts to unhook his claws without causing a scene.

“Hey, stop grabbing me!” he shouted, as the other man played deaf.

“While I admit this is a very loud bar, I didn’t think it was quite so easy to mishear what this young man just yelled straight into your ear,” a newcomer who’d witnessed their conflict said lightly as he walked up to them. His words were accompanied by a wide, almost chilling smile. Zhao Zi blinked once and the odd peculiarity of that smile vanished, leaving just a regular smile in its place. He must’ve just been imagining things under the harsh shadows of the dimly lit bar.

AND +2

Because I’m shameless, I’ll add my own two fics to the end, if you’re interested.

WHY R U?

27. Sorry A Thousand Times - Fighter/Tutor - ~3200 words, explicit - This is a canon divergence for the series finale. I needed more catharsis after the intensity of episode 12.

Tutor narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides. He took a deep breath. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before you listen?” he asked. I don’t know how many more times I can bring myself to say it.

“Only once,” Fight said and then added, “if you mean it.”

Tutor crossed his arms over his chest and said, “What makes you think I don’t mean it now?”

The corner of Fight’s mouth turned up and he took a step closer. Tutor stumbled back until he was stopped by his legs hitting the edge of the bed. Fight reached out a hand and gently ran the back of his fingers over the line of Tutor’s jaw.

Until We Meet Again

28. Dream On - Win/Team - 8900 words, explicit - Takes place alongside show canon, so that we see how the bed sharing began and how Win and Team’s relationship developed over that year.

“Do you want to do well tomorrow?” Win asked, throwing one of his legs over both of Team’s.

“Yes,” Team said as he did his best to put some space between them on the tiny mattress.

“Then you need to get some sleep. I’m helping.”

“How is this helping?” Team demanded.

“Would you stop…” Win said, shifting closer every time Team pulled away. “Five minutes, Team. Just be still for five minutes, okay?”

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