#why is this so short it took me forever tf
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✧.*Not Friends pt 3*.✧
Paige Bueckers x Reader
summary - you and paige are feeling the exact opposite this time.
word count - 2.2k (again omg)
themes:
fluff
angst
warnings:
mild cussing
A/N- sorry this took so long to get out. i think what really helped me finish it was paige and aubrey staying!!!!! (idk why tf i keep on making these parts 2.2k words long its a bit annoying)
I've got to admit that the feeling of Paige's lips on mine was a feeling i really missed. the whole incident that happened was really getting to me and throughout the hours that i wasn't with Paige were hard to insufferable but still what the fuck was she doing in my bed. After getting my enjoyment out of the kiss i quickly snapped back into reality. "Paige what the fuck?" i shoved her hands off of my waist and stood up. an annoyed groan came out of her mouth as if i took a toy from a child. "Paige answer me right now! what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" i yelled at her again until an amused look grew in her eyes. she kept thinking that i was a joke or something. "Nika said you were in a bad mood and said that i should…come over." yeah right. i rolled my eyes and stomped to my bathroom then slammed the door behind me.
Paige flipped herself to face the wall that your bed was pushed against while she waited for you to get over what she thought was just a hissy fit. Paige pulled out her phone and began scrolling on tiktok to pass time by. "i'm not going back out there until you leave paige." you yelled out from the bathroom, where you were sitting down against the wall. "you do realize that i came over to comfort you not to piss you off more?" she yelled back. your hands were gripping onto your own hair, literally almost ripping your own hair out. this time you chose to ignore paige's response and stood up to take a shower. "i am taking a shower! when i get out you need to be gone!" you started running a hot shower and began taking your clothes off. before stepping in, you put out a bath mat and played some music. while you were showering, paige decided to stand up and grab her stuff. just as she was about to leave, she walked up to the bathroom door that was locked shut. "y/n? i'm sorry but-" paige began before being cutoff. "i don't want an apology paige just.leave." you yell out loud enough for paige to hear. "i love you." paige said at a volume quiet enough for it to sound like a whisper to you. then paige left. that was it at this point.
a wave of regret flooded my mind and body. i couldn't help but let out a couple tears that mixed with the water in the shower. the hot liquid ran down my bare back at what felt like the slowest pace to exist. i held back the rest of the tears and continued on with my shower. that shower was filled with nothing but tears that i tried silencing. i began to think about all that had happened in the past four days and how much i fucked up. after 2 more hours of sinking in my thoughts, i stopped the water and stepped out onto my bath mat then dried off my body. there was already a dark blue crew neck and some nike shorts laying out on my counter. i changed into those clothes and ignored all my homework and responsibilities by laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. it was already 9 so everyone was probably getting ready for bed or already in bed. so here i was again sitting in my loneliness just waiting for something else heart shattering to happen. i held onto my blanket tightly and tried falling asleep for hours before i gave up and pulled out my computer. if i was going to rot in bed i might as well get some work done. as i did most of my homework, i kept on thinking about paige. why would she say she loves me. that girl hasn't been in a serious relationship in, what sounds like, forever. and me of all people? i'm quite literally just like any other bi girl in the world. what should make me believe her when she says she loves me? nothing. all this overthinking eventually got me to sleep everything off and by the time i woke up i was fine.
the first thing i did when my eyes finally adjusted to the light that was shining through the window was grab my phone. when the screen lit up the only thing i saw was a reminder that today was the first day of volleyball practice. the coach said that practice starts at 9am but we need to be there at 8am to go over all the other information for transfers and to get a good look at the practice room. it was currently 7:15 am so i guess it was a good time to get up. the entire thought of volleyball did a good job at distracting me from paige and all the other stresses in my life. i looked to the left and saw my empty duffel bag sitting on my ottoman. it was practically staring at me, calling my name. after i stood up and actually woke up, i went straight to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth and washed my face before the thing i was dreading most finally began. doing my hair. my goal was to have two braids going across the sides of my head and then for those two braids to lead into a twisted pony tail. the only problem was that the last time i did my own intricate hairstyle by myself was in high school.
"caroline? are you there?" i attempted to do my hair by myself but failed miserable to instead of putting myself through torture, i called caroline. i was peeking out of the bathroom doorway to see if she was at the door yet. as i was about to go and call her again, there was a knock at the door. "caroline? is that you?" i stepped up to the door and unlocked it. as soon as i saw caroline waiting at the door i pulled her into a tight hug. she laughed a little at my excitement then pulled me off of her. "ok your practice starts at 8 right?" she asked as we both walked back to my bathroom.
with carolines help my hair only took 15 minutes to finish, giving me just enough time to pack my bag and get out do the door. "thank you so much caro!" i yell out as i walked out of my dorm. i shut the door behind me and began walking to the gym. when i got there, there were already a couple girls along with the coach waiting at the gym. some girls were sitting down on benches and others were in the locker room getting changed. before talking to anyone i headed back to the locker room and got changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt that had my number on it, 17. i was already in the appropriate shoes so after changing i took a sip of water then left to go meet everyone. the first girl that caught my eye was a taller redhead. she was sitting on a bench tying her shoes. i walked up to her and tried to make small talk. i tapped the girls shoulder before speaking "hey i'm y/n! whats your name?" the red haired girl looked up at me with a bright smile on her face. "oh hi, i'm abby. your the new transfer right?" i nod softly. "mhm!" abby holds out her hand for me to shake. "well nice to meet you. i'll see you on the court"
During practice all i could think of was abby. usually i wouldn't start liking someone this quickly (other than paige) but abbys red hair wouldn't leave my head. Neither would her ice like eyes. For almost the entirety of the drills, every time i glanced at abby her eyes would lock with mine. after we finished our drills i went over to the benches to grab some water. i stared ahead and watched as abby approached me. i had to tilt my head up a little just to look at her before she sat down beside me. a small chill ran down my back as her arm grazed mine. one thing that i noticed was that our water bottles were the same color, a pale blue with matching silver logos. "hey you did really good for your first practice!" abby nudged my shoulder to get my attention. "oh thank you! you did too" i say back at her with a kind smile on my face. "have you played volleyball for a while?" abby said before taking a small sip of water. "yeah i've been playing basically since middle school. its kind of the only sport i could get into playing." abby nodded along while adjusting her hair. her hair was in a tight slick pack pony tail. no bumps and no fly aways. yet her jawline was still so defined and sharp. it felt like her jawline was cutting me as i stared at it. "you got a good view there?" the redhead said between the hair tie she held in her mouth while her hands worked at her ponytail. my eyes quickly flashed back up to hers and had a look of fear in them now. "i-i'm sorry- i just.." my words were stumbling over themselves. the mixture of abby's eyes staring into mine while she just caught me staring at her jawline sent me into an absolute panic. "its ok dont worry about it" abby nudged my shoulder again as she stood up and went to the locker room to change. after abby left i couldn't do anything but think about the awkwardness in that situation. i fucking blew it.
once i got changed into my previous clothes, i walked back up to abby. she was currently talking to an even taller blonde haired girl. "no yeah i'm so glad to see yo-" the blonde said before i practically intruded the two girls. " hey abby i'm so sorry about earlier i didn't mean to sta-" before i finish apologizing, the blonde stepped forward. "you know its rude to interrupt peoples conversations." i felt my heart drop to my stomach. this blonde girl was so much taller than me, it was painfully intimidating. she looked down at me with a deathly look in her eyes. the three of us sat there for what felt like forever until the blonde finally spoke up. "im just kidding! your totally good! my names jessica by the way, but just call me jess" a wave of relief flooded my body when abby and jess erupted into laughter. "abby was just telling me about what just happened" she slowed down her words near the end of her sentence. "but really girl your fine it was a simple accident. infact just to ensure you that we are on perfect terms…." abby paused to pull out her phone. "put in your number and text me when you can ok?" still in a form of shock, i reach out and type my number into her phone. i had just met this girl 2 hours ago and i already got my number in her phone? insane to me.
instead of going straight to my dorm, i decided to drive over to the girls basketball team house. this whole abby situation was the one thing i couldn't keep inside for the next couple days. as soon as i pulled into the driveway, i slammed my car door and rushed through the front door of the house. i didn't even know which girls were in the main living room and which weren't. instead i sped over to nika's room and saw her sitting at her desk, working on whatever essay she had to do. "nika nika nika guess what!" she quickly spun around to face me. "what what what?" all i could do was jump and squeal around nika's room. without saying anything, i leaped onto the brunettes bed and shoved my face into her pillow while screaming incoherently. nika stood up and grabbed my shoulders and almost yelling in my face. "what is it!?" i took a moment to catch my breath, then explained to nika what happened. " so obviously today was the first volleyball practice and god i sound like a 12 year old but i met this girl her names abby and shes so cute and shes so pretty and i don't even know if she likes girls but oh my god i got her number and we had this like moment where she caught me staring at her jawline and she was all like 'no yeah girl its cool don't worry about' but like I GOT HER NUMBER." the words just poured out of my mouth like water from a waterfall. the more i began to rant the more i noticed nika's eyelids slowly closing. although i wanted to rant more and more about my new girlfriend who is not really my girlfriend but definitely is my girlfriend, i saved nika the boredom and stopped myself.
#basketball#paige bueckers#uconhuskies#wbb#uconn wbb#wcbb#paigebueckersxreader#paigexreader#nika muhl#not friends
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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Twelve)
ft. Cole Caufield
23-24 Season Masterlist
previous: eleven
next: thirteen
short bc i’m behind and trying my best and i high key hate this i’m so sorry😭 this game was boring as hell
NOVEMBER 12, 2023
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yourusername girlie pops, fantabulous theys, and frizzy haired beauties, welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: best friend number one versus best friend number two edition!
best friend number one came out on top tonight with the canucks's 5-2 win, and he didn't even get a penalty! and he got his 18th assist of the season! way to go, quinner!
best friend number two tried his best! i won't even talk about how him being offside took away a habs goal! he didn't mean to! he was really sorry! (i'm sorry about your life, coley woley) (it happens all the time don't sweat it)
i had a great time tonight, boys! i loved getting some best friend time before the game and at dinner last night! i love you losers🫶 mwah!
p.s. cole also didn't get a penalty!
p.s.s stars beat their enemies the wild, my matty ratty and the rest of my baby panthers beat the blackhawks, and my quackies (sans jamie and trevor, may they rest in peace) beat the sharks! what a good hockey day! (except for cole) (sorry bb)
p.s.s.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLONDE KING, PETEY! i love you with my whole butt! i hope you loved your present!💙
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colecaufield i feel like... you did in fact mention me being offside
yourusername no? that was you. just now. i was trying to protect you!
trevorzegras @/yourusername you're such a sweet girl for that!
colecaufield i'm not loving being on the other side of these posts
_quinnhughes @/colecaufield you get used to it
trevorzegras @/colecaufield it could be significantly worse
colecaufield @_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras it could be significantly better
trevorzegras @/colecaufield that's not how this works, buddy
yourusername @/colecaufield i love you!
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user67 nick tf you doing to quinn?😭
_quinnhughes i love you way past beyond, sissy! (@.colecaufield i’m not sorry about your life)
yourusername i love you way past infinity🤍 (don't be mean to my coley!)
_quinnhughes (it's out of love)
colecaufield @_quinnhughes (dick)
yourusername you two hugged for like five minutes straight and then decide to be dilholes in my comment section? smh
colecaufield @/yourusername why would you out us? we have reputations to uphold
yourusername @/colecaufield your reputation is "precious baby boy that belongs in my pocket"
_quinnhughes @/colecaufield i'd crush you if you were pocket sized like those danimals commercials
colecaufield @_quinnhughes i could do that to you right now
yourusername @/jackhughes awww, look! they're trying to be us!
jackhughes @/yourusername i could crush you right now
yourusername @/jackhughes in your dreams, jacky boy
user63 just give them the *** now
user9 i can't look at quinn sniffing the smelling salts without thinking about the time sissy called him "cocaine bear"😭 top ten sissy moments tf
trevorzegras i’m not dead??
yourusername you're gravely injured so you might as well be
trevorzegras i'm not gravely injured? and you'd be right by my side if i was and not in another country! just like i was by your side!
yourusername I WAS SILLY GOOSIN AND YOU THROW THAT AT ME?! divorce!
jamie.drysdale yikes z
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras no.
colecaufield dude...
trevorzegras I'M FEELING ANGSTY BECAUSE I MISS MY FIANCÉE, I'M SORRY
yourusername it's okay, let's just leave the dramatics to me, my love! i can be dramatic enough for the both of us <3
trevorzegras @/yourusername i love you, forever, even though you're dramatic
yourusername @/trevorzegras and i love you, always, even though you're a ghost
_quinnhughes @/yourusername you're dramatic enough for all of us
yourusername @_quinnhughes you're welcome
user53 quinn looks so dainty in the third pic and i will not elaborate on that
_eliaspettersson thank you, y/n! i love you, too!
yourusername with all your height?
_eliaspettersson yep with all my height
yourusername that's so much love! you're so good to me🫶
_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson i already told you happy birthday but i've been told to tell you again. happy birthday, petey!
_eliaspettersson @_quinnhughes thank you, that means a lot
_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson i know
user21 i want a turn biting cole's lip! me next!
jackhughes this isn't as fun when we can't bet against trevor and quinn
yourusername i'm having fun
jackhughes i said AS fun! tell trevor to hurry up and get better
yourusername you're out, too! you hurry up!
jackhughes i can hear you whining that
yourusername it's the soulmatism
_quinnhughes @/yourusername @/jackhughes you two aren't supposed to bet anyways! good work @/trevorzegras
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes thank you? you're welcome?
yourusername @/trevorzegras i smacked him for you <3
trevorzegras @/yourusername thank you❤️
jackhughes @/yourusername smack him for me, too
lhughes_06 @/yourusername and me!
_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 SHE HITS HARD
jackhughes @_quinnhughes i know
lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes you did it! you found the point!
_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson i’m sending sissy to your place
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yourusername @_eliaspettersson 🫡
user5 quinn needs to act up to satisfy our need for chaos! get into a fight, captain!
_alexturcotte they barely showed quinn and cole on the broadcast, didn't they?
yourusername i was dealing with CRUMBS
_alexturcotte don't they know that you have a show?
yourusername clearly not🙄 i’ll be contacting sports net asap
_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's not how life works
yourusername @_quinnhughes my life works however i want it to work, quintin
_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes yeah, quintin!
_quinnhughes i don't like it when you two team up
colecaufield me either! i’m jealous!
yourusername @/colecaufield i still love you! don't worry!
yourusername @_quinnhughes sucks because i love my lexi
_alexturcotte @/yourusername i love you, too, girly hughes!
lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes could you get a penalty or something? spice things up, i’m bored
_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 you could do that, too, you know
lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes she doesn't post me!
_quinnhughes @/yourusername yeah why is it just me???
yourusername @_quinnhughes you crime 100% more than they do. you make it like 10 games max
jackhughes @/yourusername ♟️
yourusername @/jackhughes 🎟️
_quinnhughes @/yourusername @/jackhughes I SAID NO
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes do you actually know what they mean? or do you just assume they're up to something?
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras usually both
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lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras @_quinnhughes I GOT THIS ONE! chess piece means "your move" and the ticket means "i'm in"
yourusername @/lhughes_06 ya nailed it, kiddo
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under the mistletoe
characters: shenhe, yae miko, wanderer/scaramouche, kuki shinobu, kazuha
style: fluff
song inspo: mistletoe by justin bieber
an: i was originally going to finish this at the christmas party, but it was dreading and hard to focus since nobody wanted to go home till 1 in the morning.. (in addition to the loud noises) but here’s another christmas themed post i pushed out!! idc if it’s late by a few days, this idea’s been sitting in my head for a while. and bro i forgot how to use vocabulary and grammar in this one, because of the damn party that ruined my brain 😭
notes: not proofread, reader is gender neutral, written at a very crowded party but finished at home, swearing in scara’s/wanderer’s part, shinobu’s part is a little long, some crack, lowercase intended, kazuha calls you a sweet dove, i do not know much about mistletoes, how tf do you write kissing
reblogs are appreciated!!
shenhe
“are you alright? your face is heating up.”
“don’t you see what we’re under?” you pointed at the nice mistletoe dangling above you both
shenhe looks up at what you’re pointing at, but she’s still confused. she’s never seen such a thing within her years of mastering adepti art
“what is it?”
“it’s… a mistletoe. when two people are under it, they have to kiss.”
shenhe glances back at you with the same stoic face that’s been plastered on her face the whole conversation
“hm. sounds simple enough.”
your eyes just pop out of their sockets, literally. because not only was she nonchalant about your explanation, she said those words with a straight face.
before you’re able to respond, she pulled you close to her, placed a hand on your cheek, and kissed you. after she released you she went: “so, was that all we had to do?”
poor you, blinking your eyes, and your brain is loading. it didn’t help the sheer embarrassment clearly shown on your face as if it was never said before.
yae miko
“ah, it seems we’ve gotten ourselves into quite the predicament.”
she was looking up at the mistletoe the whole time, while you were shifting uncomfortably in your shoes.
yae miko paused in observing the mistletoe to look at you, she sees your figure sweating bullets.
“oh? are you nervous little one? there’s no need to be afraid.”
you jumped when she was referring to you. snapping you of your countless thoughts plaguing your mind
“i’m sorry, i didn’t think we’d be here of all places. and i wasn’t sure if it’d be okay for-“
“wasn’t sure that i’d be okay for this? my, you amuse me.”
you tilted your head slightly, confused with what she said.
yae miko turned to your direction, her piercing gaze strikes your own. “it’s natural to be nervous over situations such as these, but,”
she leaned down to your level and planted a quick and light kiss on your nose, effectively rendering you speechless
“you should be glad it’s me you’re under this mistletoe with.”
wanderer/scaramouche
he finds it silly for you both to be under a little mistletoe and kiss under it. in his mind, he thinks ‘anywhere else is better than this cramped and narrowed hallway.’ because yk, bro would prefer if the environment is appealing to kiss in. he has standards.
“why the hell would i kiss you under a fucking plant?”
“because it’s tradition??”
“*scoff* a dumb one at that.”
you crossed your arms and looked away from him, not wanting to deal with his bullshit again for the night
he took notice of your behavior though
“huh? why the long face? what, did you think i was serious?”
your eyes shifted towards his direction. “yes..? because you’re always like this.”
“oh, i was serious about the first half.”
you raised your eyebrows. “what do you mean by ‘first half?’”
scaramouche quickly pulled you closer to him which almost made you lose balance, but with his firm hold on you, you didn’t fall.
and with that, he kissed you, for a short while (which felt like forever)
when he lets you of go you, albeit a light and gentle shove, you stumbled back a bit, and shook your head a little in an attempt to process what happened
“i just find it stupid to kiss here of all places. it’d be better if there were people around, so then they’d all know that you belong to me and me only.”
“…” (they were too stunned to speak)
“and if this place was more clean.”
kuki shinobu
in all honesty, the arataki gang pushed her under the mistletoe with you while you were just eating a nice christmas snack and. you weren’t aware of being under it too. head empty just food type beat.
shinobu immediately knew what was going on after she saw the mistletoe. as she was gonna turn around and fist fight the gang, they’ve ran away and hid behind something. their heads were slightly peeking out of them and itto’s head stood out the most
shinobu groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, and then heard distant cheering from the back, clearly from her gang.
when you swallowed your last bite, you didn’t notice shinobu until now
“oh, hey shinobu! i just finished my snack. what are you doing here?”
she opened her eyes and released her hand off of her nose and pointed above. you followed what she was pointing at and saw the obvious-looking mistletoe hanging above you both before reverting your attention back to her.
“before you say anything, my gang brought us into this mess. so for that, i apologize on their behalf.”
“oh no worries, they always get into some sort of trouble, so i don’t blame you.”
shinobu looked from the corner of her eye and saw her gang whispering the words: ‘go for it!’ ‘do it!’ ‘kiss them!!’
she sighed and then stood up straight, looking directly into your eyes. “well, now that we’re here, i think we should entertain them for a bit. if you’re okay with it of course.”
you turned your head into the direction she was previously looking at and saw her gang. they kept nodding vigorously and made gestures for you to turn back around.
you laughed a bit at them, and you turned back to shinobu. she nodded, you nodded, and then she made her move. shinobu removed her mask to shield her gang from seeing your kiss with her.
the arataki jumped from their spots to cheer and scream for their deputy leader. while a bunch of chaos was happening, that’s all but blind noise. because you’re melting in the kiss.
kazuha
he’d most likely compliment the mistletoe
something along the lines of “such an intricate and well-made mistletoe.” and “its little leaves compliment the red very well.”
like bro stfu and kiss them already, you know the rules. (and so do i)
as kazuha was admiring the mistletoe, he’s sensed you being impatient. (and jealous) so his eyes shifted to your own
“ah, my apologies [name]. i was too focused on this mistletoe hovering above us, that i forgot what we had to do.”
“took you long enough, you think staring up at that mistletoe is more important than me?”
kazuha strutted towards your direction, his scarlet eyes never breaking eye contact with you.
“now, who said that i find mistletoes important to gaze upon?”
he held your hands into his own, intertwining your fingers with his. “they are nothing compared to you, for you are the one i’d love to gaze upon for the rest of my days. my sweet dove.”
his lips pressed against your own, effectively catching you off guard by his boldness. but despite that, your shoulders relaxed, and you’ve let yourself go. to relax yourself in this shared warmth.
kazuha is known to be good with words, but through his current actions, they spoke louder than his flowery words.
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Decided to do a Tokyo Revengers gc😂, hope you like it.
Desc: Smiley accidentally spills readers crush so now she's pissed.
Chaotic GC
Mikey: Hey everyone
Ran: Hey Mickey✨😌
Mikey: It's Mikey, not Mickey😐
Ran: I know, just wanna get on your nerves 😌
Draken: You just had to, didn't you, Haitani? 🙄
Ran: Leave me alone 😤
Smiley: Has anyone talked to Y/N-chan since my slip up? 😅
Mikey: You fucked up big time.
Emma: Fr, fucking dumbass 💀
Y/N: Guys!!! 😭
Smiley: Y/N-chan!!! 😭😭
Y/N: Don't you dare, I will end you😐
Mikey: Dayum😂
Draken: She mad, good job bro👍
Y/N: You have no idea what you made me go through 😐😐
Emma: Utter humiliation?
Ran: Total disgrace?
Y/N: Precisely, gold star for you both😗✨
Ran: I'll cherish it forever 😭
Y/N: I even lost my phone 😭
Rindou: How is that his fault? 😐
Y/N: Story time Mfs😗😌
Chifuyu: Oh oh, start with once upon a time.
Y/N: It's quite long so.... Yh.... Once upon time, there lived a blabber mouth, called Nahoya, who couldn't keep his mouth shut and blabbed an unnecessary information about girl named Y/N.
Mikey: We know this part🙄
Y/N: Hush😪. Anyway, to sum it up, I went for a walk, yada yada yada, I met Inupi and Koko having such an adorable date 😭😭✨✨✨
Mikey: Ewww😐
Y/N: Inupi terrified me, but Koko was really nice and took me shopping.
Koko: Ya welcome 😌😌
Y/N: So in the process, my phone went missing. That is the end of my story😪😪😪
Draken: So wtf are u chatting with😐?
Y/N: Turns out it was with Koko, my mum called it, he answered and he dropped it over at my house.
Ran: Hold up, he knows your house now? 😐
Koko: Indeed I do😌✨
Chifuyu: So how much you want, Koko? 👀
Mikey: Aren't you broke? 👀
Chifuyu: No😐
Mikey:But when I asked you to buy me dorayaki, you said you were broke😭😭😭😭
Chifuyu: That was then😐 besides, Y/N is a girl🙂
Smiley: Wanna get a makeover, Mikey? 👀
Mikey: Yes I do, that's gender inequality right there 😭😭😭
Taiju: Do you idiots realize how late it is🙄?
Y/N: Oh shit.....
*Y/N has left the group*
Mikey: She left? 😭😭😭
Rindou: Your fault, Smiley😒
Smiley: I apologized 😭
Emma: No you didn't 😶
Shinichiro: You're all noisy, for fucks sake go to bed😑
Taiju: Yo Shin
Shinichiro: Yo Taiju
Waka: Yo
Mikey: Why are the old people coming now😶?
Waka: Tf😑😑
Emma: Shin-nii, I'm hungry 😭😭
Mikey: I'm hungry too
Izana: Same here😪😪
Shinichiro: The fuck😶? Y'all just ate😶😶
Mikey: We did not 'just' eat....
Izana: Yeah, that was like 30 minutes ago 😐😐
Ran: I'm so glad I don't have any younger siblings 😌😌👍👍😗😗
Rindou: Excuse me😐😐😐
*Rindou is Offline*
Ran: Holy shit, what have I done😐😐😐?
Koko: So there's only 1 Haitani left, right? 😂😂
Draken: Looks that way, Rindou's probably gonna drop Ran on the streets.
Ran: Shut up.
Izana: I'm still hungry😶😶
Waka: Young Kurokawa, we say 'hangry' not 'hungry'👍👍😌😌
Taiju: Fucking dumbass
Waka: Aye, aye, don't insult your elders.
Mikey: Big deal, you turned 22, we won't have peace of mind anymore 😐😐😐
Ran: So.... Um....
Chifuyu: How did it go? 😂
Ran: Whose house can I stay in at under short notice for two day😅😭
Shinichiro: It's a full house
Emma: Tell me about it
Waka: Takeomi and Benkai are already at my place 😪
Draken: Not enough room
Chifuyu: Baji-san and Kazutora are crashing at mine😗
Izana: You already heard it from Shin and Emma so I don't owe you an explanation ✨
Taiju: I would let you stay
Mikey: Plot twist coming 😪
Taiju: But I just wanna see you suffer and sleep on the streets😌
Mikey: Called it✨
Ran: Anyone, please 😭😭😭😭😭😭, I'm too handsome to sleep on the streets 😭😭😭
Mikey: Coughs in Spanish 💀
Ran: Got something to say midget😪
Mikey: No no, anyways, good night Haitani, have fine sleeping with the rats👍✨😌
Ran:
Hope you liked it😗😗🙂🙂, I originally got this gc idea from @mulletmitsuya so go check out their work.
#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers gc#ran haitani#haitani brothers#tokyo revengers crack
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GUYS I FINALLY
FINALLY
FUCKING FINISHED MY FIRST SCREENSHOT RE-DRAW
And it’s shit, BUT. I gave them some different outfits/styles whatever tf. I’m happy(ish) with it.
Some up close:
Because of the type of brush I used, I can’t add a background or else this happens:
(Basically, Angel’s fur color changes, and Husk gains this halo lookin shit)
Desc:
I decided, let’s make these two, even more HuskerDust theme than normal. So I gave them both some of each other’s colors. Angel’s boots, are the same color as Husk’s umbrella, along with his tail and eyebrow markings. Angel also has hearts on his boots now, just like Husk has hearts all of him (palms, eyebrows, etc). Husk now has X’s on his fur (with his tail and eyebrows yk) they both have piercings/jewelry (husk has a pointer finger ring and two ear piercings while Angel has an eyebrow piercing and a bracelet and shoulder band)
Husk’s little eyebrow and palm hearts (hardly visible) are the same color as Angel’s Fishnets(on his legs anyways). Angel’s cropped fishnet shirt, has a heart with an ‘X’ through it. That symbol is the color of Husk’s OG color for his wings and eyebrows (along with it being another heart)
Husk’s Shirt (under his suit jacket) is a very (VERY) light pink for Angel. And his bow also has ‘x’s on it.
And so on
Clothing desc: Angel has a cropped, sleeveless shirt with fishnets underneath. Both in which are pink. A symbol of a hear with an ‘X’ going through it on the front of the shirt. Angel wears a lilac skirt (I decided why tf not) with black under shorts. Has gold fishnets up to knees underneath his heart-shaped boots. Has multiple piercings (hidden: tongue piercing) and bracelets. Also has a choker.
Husk has a crimson/fading suit (which, I just wanted Husk in a suit cause why tf not???), with a (very) light pink undershirt. Printed bow (darker red than OG). And ear piercings.
Not gonna lie, those fuckin signatures took me forever. I was originally gonna go with a cat-scratch like look for husk, but then I thought ‘this bitch was an overlord once, and look! He wears a suit atm’ so I made it foncy~
They both have little faded symbols/initials behind the actual signature (Angel’s is a classic, glitter pen A, while Husk’s is just a heart lmao)
The signatures also have little spins to them. Husk has all the playing card symbols by his name, while Angel has that little under marking, that looks like an arrow, but is just an ‘Angel’ wing on one end, and a star on he other (put together may look like ‘Cupid’s arrow, which works as well, especially for Angel)
And then their color pallets, which are explanatory enough (the four on the top were used for both of them, despite it already being in their color pallets, I just wanted to show it more)
But TADA! That’s the end of this post, thanks for reading it if ya made it this far!
#my art#screenshot redraws!#finally finished the first one#my style#husker#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel#fanart#my art sucks#lmao fuck guys#this sucks but oh well
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I’m the anon that defended Kagami before. So here’s the thing. Of course Marinette introduced Chat and Flairmidable. They didn’t know each other. That doesn’t mean she was choosing them both. She was going to choose Flairmidable as a love interest and Chat as a friend and that was going to hurt him regardless. In Marinettes case, she didn’t choose them both. She was smart enough to realize they could not be 3 forever and , due to her own insecurities, exempted herself from the situation instead of finding out what Adrien wanted. She did this in the ice cream scene and I’m sure it sent a message to Kagami that Marinette was throwing in the towel.
Then Adrien and Kagami spend time together and this boy is being flirty as hell, wiping ice cream from her face and all. Of course she took it a certain way. Marinette had already shown she was willing to back down so Kagami took the bait BECAUSE he was showing interest. Adrien was giving her hella mixed signals. He’s the one who originally asked HER ice skating. He didn’t ask Marinette. He didn’t give Marinette a rose. Of course she thought he was into her. Also there was such a short time span of them dating that we never got to see if Kagami and Marinette had a conversation around what this meant for their friendship. I think Marinette was 100 percent in the right to never hold this against Kagami. She knew they couldn’t be 3. One of them was going to get hurt and she acknowledged that before anyone else did. Marinette doesn’t want to step in the way of her friends being happy with one another to preserve her feelings and Kagami and Adrien did seem happy. Adrien had told her he liked Kagami. Why would she be mad at her?
And I’m not defending the way Kagami treated Adrien. That’s another subject. She was domineering and controlling as a love interest. It was never going to work. He would have gone along with her, as he does with his father, and inevitably snapped one day, cheating in her with Marinette ir something.
You kind of missed the point of my post. I'm talking about Ladybug still being careful Chat Noir and Flammidable (how tf did he come up with this name it took me too long to learn how to say/spell it) and she and Chat Noir would've been friends. At least in Marinette's head. She was planning that they will get along, that they're going to be a team. That Chat Noir is getting along with Flairmidable. And at that period Ladybug and Chat Noir had a lot of problems in their relationship and from Ladybug's pov Chat Noir was wrong, if you get me this is about Ladynoir conflict but this not the subject we're talking about now. She took them both in consideration is what's important even if we take everything else that happened between them in consideration.
But Marinette and Kagami's relationship was improving in that period. Thinking Adrien likes Kagami is one thing, but she saw Marinette as a rival in the end and didn't care about their friendship. She tried to be friends with her but in the end when she had to make a choice, Marinette was a rival to her, not a friend, a rival. "I don't want to hurt her but-" and then she did it. I'm not saying she should've given up on Adrien, but that decision was too easy for her to make. Marinette told Kagami earlier not to go after her, but she was obviously hurt. I would've check up on her later or something, especially if I was about to make a move on a guy she likes, if I, you know, cared about her. I would've checked up on her not for the guy but for her, because she was obviously down when she left. Marinette checked up on Kagami after her breakup with Adrien, instead of going for Adrien. Kagami literally did the opposite. You find out your friend is hurt and you also have a chance to flirt with a guy you like. Which one do you choose? It's not about Adrien, it's about their friendship I'm talking about here and them as people. Marinette didn't see any advantage from Kagami's break up with Adrien, but Kagami saw advantage of Marinette leaving sad and lonely. Or she could've chose both, like Ladybug chose both. I don't see the problem with choosing both or choosing Adrien only but if you're a friend you're a friend and friends are there for each other, and they are invested in each other. On the roof Ladybug told her "you'll break a lot of hearts" and that's when Kagami said she doesn't want to hurt Marinette but she wants to choose Adrien. She knew and she didn't check up on Marinette later nor even thought about her like Marinette immediately thought of Kagami. That's what sent me. Kagami truly had luck Marinette is forgiving, also no salt on Adrienette (never) but I would've given up on my crush too after that bc I would legit thought it's a waste of time, he'll never choose me. I guess Adrien also had luck Marinette is optimistic. She had nothing to forgive but now she's still interested in him after everything that has happened... God I hate season 3 finale so much... I hate even talking about it. I'm typing and the disappointment is just as big as when I first time saw it.
But it's totally fine if our opinions don't match. We can agree to disagree.
#miraculous ladybug#ml miracle queen#Ml salt#Ml heart hunter#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#Adrienette#kagami tsurugi#Ml ask#ask and answer
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Ok so the au doesnt have a name yet, if you got any name ideas plz send them to me
But it basically takes years after the events of Ruin, the ending where Cassie seemed to have died but she didn't in this au since Gregory, Vanessa and Freddy went here and saved her [Also in this au the Princess quest ending is the canon ending for SB]
So basically a good couple of years later Gregory is 20 years old and Vanessa is somewhere in her 40's and Freddy has a full body cause when they saved Cassie, they all live in Ness's house [ima shorten their names] and Gerg is feeling guilt about hurting all of the other animatronics, so he wants to go back and save them but Ness is like ''Hell fuckin no'' but Greg goes and does it anyways cuz he doesn't want to listen to Ness <3
And Cass follows Greg there since she knows how to fix animatronic too [They both took engineering classes btw] but when they get there Cass shows Greg the Vanny mask and Greg puts it on and is like, ''why tf did you hide this?'' and she goes, ''Idk'' so they use the Vanny mask to get around and shit, but this time instead of showing the mimic or the glitch thing it shows Glitchtrap and only to Greg so Greg is confused but ignores him for now
But long story short they turn off all the animatronics and put them all ina area where they can get fixed Including Glamrock Bonnie along with Sun [along with his counterparts] and DJ and then they go home since it took them forever to find and to turn them off [especially since they don't like Greg LMAO]
When they get home Freddy is like ''Where the hell were you two its midnight??'' and they answer, ''Dw about it bbg'' and he goes, ''Alr'' then Cass goes to bed and Greg looks for more information about Glitchtrap since he curious now, and during that he finds Ness's VR headset and he hides it in his bedroom then epps
The next morning he hooks up the VR headset to his TV and plays the HW game from the start, still finding Glithtrap in there and it even talks to him, explaining some things about the game and leaving hints about who he is, witch he is William Afton
Once he finds out who hes talking to is WIlliam Afton he's very confused, since yk William Afton has been dead for YEARS and William explains himself and twists the story so Greg will be on his side
Something that had been going on as Greg had played the VR, Will had gotten more and more control of Greg without Greg knowing, but to everyone else in the house, something is clearly wrong with Greg but they cant identify what yet
On one fateful afternoon tho, Ness finds the VR headset in Greg’s bedroom and Greg and Ness have a huge argument about it, to the point where Ness slaps Greg and Freddy has to break them up
As Greg progresses through the vr game, Greg and Cass fix the animatronics at the Pizza Plex one by one, getting them in working cognition but also finding out more about Will
The more info they find about Will at the PP [Pizza Plex] Greg finds out Will lied to him about the actual story witch causes Greg to get mad at Will but he's too far deep to break off from Will’s powers so he keeps losing his mind to the point where he's hearing and seeing things that aren't there, he even makes a bear suit so he could kill
But when Ness, Freddy, and Cass find out about all of this it's too late, he's in Will’s compete control and they cant do anything besides kill Greg, witch no one wants to do so Greg asks Cass t compete fixing the animatronics and then stabs himself multiple times with a knife in front of Ness, Cass and Freddy, witch they all cry over
But thats the bad ending
The good ending is where you fix all the animatronics before Greg loses his mind completely and he's able to fight off Will’s virus
SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LMAO
that’s very cool
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Idk if I can really muster up a super smutty ask atm, but Raph unable to keep from being soft is the oxymoron I live for if you’re up for it.
Alright, time to stop making memes and doodling and procrastinating. I am getting this done wether my brain likes it or not! Anon thanking you for coming to me and talking this morning. im surprised everybody likes donnie's part of the smut bc he was my least favourite to write for :/ wierd, i enjoyed Raph's but then again he's husband for life so... anyway i tried really hard to make him baby even if he's a towering wall of muscel and such.
Warning:smut, 18+, bath loving, female reader
It had been a late night on patrol with his brothers when he was finally able to stop by your home. Using the costumized key for the window, he had no trouble stepping into the most personal space of the apartment. Your room. Compared to the musk,dirt, and sweat that clung to his skin the air smelled of soft mint and strawberry. The only source of light was that coming from your bathroom and a soft humming tune could be heard. Stepping over any mess on your floor he knocked on the ajar door and heard her go dead silent besides the water sloshing.
"It's me baby, ya mind if I come in?" A small exhale came from the bathroom. A soft voice replying.
"Yes, jeeze you scared the crap outta me." Now seeing you, pouting in the bath tub, Raphael chuckled at the sight. You had soap half rinsed out of your hair and enough foam to keep him from peeking into the water. He sat on the toilet with a heavy sigh, finally relaxing his worn muscels in the sauna your bath created. You looked so relaxed and pristine in the steaming water, your hair plastered your face in an almost innocent manner. Raphael didn't even have to say anything before you were on top of what he was thinking. You placed a wet hand on his knee.
"Do you wanna join me?" His lip quirked into a tired smile as he stood to strip of his belongings. The heavy gear and padding sat beside your bed, his shoulders felt wieghtless and he was able to completely breathe in. Raphaels pants and boxers were pulled off in one go, glad he didn't have to wear them anymore. He gave one long stretch before he slipped into the bathtub.
It was put in after you both got together, an industrial thing meant to hold four people. The water was scolding and he felt all the tension fall away. What felt like loads and loads of layered troubles evaporated and finally he could enjoy the sight of you.
You scooted closer to him and began to untie his mask. Leaving soft touches to his temple and jaw, you tossed it onto the sink and went to hold him. In every other day case scenario Raphael would have wanted to rail you against the bath wall but all he could think about was your smooth skin. How you smiled at him and told him you loved him. Your love caressed him like a warm blanket and all he wanted to do was repay the favor.
You were laying against his plastron and resumed your song as he traced shapes into your back. His hands went lower and lower, fingers feeling like feather, gliding across your back. Your hands started to wonder along his sides, tenderly rubbing each rib you could feel and then his hip bone. Raphael felt your fingers knead at the top his thighs and went to gently rub the inner curve of your thigh. Niether of you were in a rush with eachother today, it was just simply about the pleasure.
He couldn't help but cup one of your breast, his fore finger and thumb rolled the sweet nub. Raph leaned down and gave a slow lick to the bud and you softly moaned at the feeling. Arching your back to be on display for him really started to make his body warmer and not from just the water. He trailed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to the curve of your boob to your neck. A blissful hum left you and Raphael felt you start to thumb the head of his cock. Slow circles that left promise in thier touch.
Raphael bit his lip and pulled you to lay on him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. He softly kissed you, tounge peeking in and out to feel your smooth bottom lip. His left hand went to your slick folds and the right continued to make paths on your skin. The feeling of you was intoxicating like some drug they sold on the corner to desperate people. Your eyes shined bright as you lined him up to your entrance. The bath water had already become luke warm but both bodies were still hot from passion.
Slowly you were able to sit yourself halfway before teasing. You gave him another kiss as you started to gently bob up and down. You weren't bouncing but it felt almost as tantalizing. Your silk walls tightening with every languid stroke nearly sent him into nirvana. Raphael closed his eyes and a low moan left him as he tipped his head back.
"Ooh princess you feel so good for me..." he sounded like he was half asleep but his touch told you otherwise. He had taken akin to circling your clit heavily. It was the only bit of his rough exterior you could get out of him but you were too busy enjoying the gooey insides to think. You tried to keep your rythm slow and on tempo but your climax was reaching its peak. Raphael seemed to be on the brink as well, taking to letting go gruff pants. His cheast heaved as you picked up a fraction of speed, he was about to unravel.
You were letting go a steady stream of whispery moans and cried out when Raoh gave a praticularly harder press to your clit. All it took was for him to look at you, with such love and adoration, and you came right on him. You were squeezed tight around his member and he nearly choked from the intensity of it all.
His release shot into you and nearly spilled out into your bath water. Nothing but the sound of heavy panting and sloshing water was left. You giggled as you stare at his worn state, first patrol and now this. You leaned towards him and asked.
"Wanna take a shower?"
#Tmnt x reader#Teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader#Tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#Raphael#Raph#Raphael x reader#Raph x reader#18+#smut#bathtub#why is this so short it took me forever tf
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Streamer!Eren headcanons
❥ AU: Modern!AU
❥ Genre: Fluff
❥ Rating: Anyone can read
❥ Pairings: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader
❥ Author Note: Ive been having the biggest brain rot about streamer!eren cause i just feel in my bones, it would be perfect for him so here are some head canons.
inspired by @sleepysnk
Eren would play any game that peaks his interest, but gets the most views when he plays any horror game, minecraft, or among us.
Its mainly due to how serious he gets when he rages over losing/dying or getting a jump scare.
"SON OF A BITCH! WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT ZOMBIE EVEN COME FROM?"
"Eren babe, not so loud."
"Sorry beautiful."
There are tons of video compilations dedicated to you walking in to shush him
His fans ADORE you
Most of them are baffled that Eren is in an interracial relationship but quickly grow used it after seeing your interactions
He often answers questions surrounding your relationship without invading what you want to keep private.
He would 100% let you sit in his lap whilst streaming
His views always rise when you are there, people just like seeing the adorable banter and romance
Everyone can tell how much he loves you
Literally he will visibly soften whenever you enter his line of view
Demands kisses whenever you enter or leave his "office"
If you ever miss a kiss, he will take a break from his stream and track you down
Plays with Jean, Connie, and Armin often
Plays with you too and gets super overprotective if anyone kills you in a game.
Once the entire gang played Among Us together and Eren went completely batshit after finding out Reiner and Bertholdt were the imposters that killed you.
The next round he is the imposter.
"And I took that personally."
He's oddly the scariest imposter.
For some reason, he becomes rational but manages to hide it well behind his usual hotheadness.
Still would never kill you tho <3
He would completely obliterate you in minecraft however
"eren stop I only have one heart left. you play too much."
"you didnt seem to mind playing when you hit me into lava... I lost all my fucking diamonds so you know what they say... hasta la vista baby"
Sucks at building but sucks at mining as well
usually fights mobs all night to stack up xp
says he's training to fight the dragon
swears he'll slay all creepers
deathly afraid of endermans
when they pop up, his screams are girly and loud
"HOLY SHIT. NO NO NO RUN YOU DAMN MIDGET! FUCKING MOVE!"
when he isn't fighting, he'll gather flowers for you and constantly leave them in places for you to find around your house
"Thanks for the flowers baby, yellow is still my favorite."
"I know princess."
he also puts gifts in your chests even though he sucks at mining, because you deserve the best.
Eren is pretty perverted and though he doesnt look at his stream chat often, whenever he sees any comments about your body or how lucky he is, all he does is grin knowingly and mumble "all mine."
HATES whenever people make it a big deal that you're black
addresses it once and swears if shit starts up again, he'll leave forever and never come back despite streaming being something he loves
will never tolerate racism or hearing stereotypes toward you EVER, even if its unintentional, pops off ever mfing time.
"Whether or not that's her real hair, it doesn't fucking concern you. Stop asking when you clearly look like you have uneven extensions, Brittany. Mind your fucking business."
"Baby chill, maybe she was just asking a honest questions."
"Nah fuck that. I don't give a damn, don't worry about whats in my baby's head."
You know those social media stars, who turn the cheek and allow people to say rude and hateful shit?
Yeah thats not Eren, he will always clap back harder and its beyond disrespectful.
"How are you gonna tell me to kill myself, when your bio literally says fly high mom? You must want me to pay her a visit or something."
"I'm too short? Well I think my height is just fine compared to your brother who seems to be just below six feet."
He has been cancelled TOO many times
its always for stupid shit
for being able to speak Japanese despite being a white man
for thinking pineapple on pizza is good
for liking Pepsi over coke
for pouring his milk in before his cereal
His COD lobby trash talk; while he doesn't say slurs or racist remarks, its too damn vulgar. He was built for that lobby 😭😭
His trash talking is elite and most times you can hear the person he is shit talking on the verge of crying. Its so fucking brutal.
In the same breath, he turn around and ask for kisses from you, as if he didn't make someone rethink being born.
That side only pops out when he is extremely pissed and he tries to avoid ever getting that mad because he knows words can hurt.
AN ADVOCATE FOR THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY
Gets super confused whenever someone asks what his thoughts on the community are.
"Love who you want, why the fuck should I worry about what some else gets off to?"
"If dicks makes you hard, cool. If pussy get you off, me too, lets be friends. Sexuality shouldn't matter people, grow tf up."
Donates a huge sum of the money he earns to different causes such as: cleaning up the polluted ocean charities, Black lives matter, protect Asian lives, and feed the hungry.
Basically he's caring and just wants to help despite his impulsive personality.
Once a month, he visits orphanages to talk to the kids, no camera no video nothing just to hang with the kids.
The only way his followers find out is because others posting about it.
Overall, Eren is in love with what he does and you, but if he had to pick, he'd choose you every single day over and over again <3
#streamer!eren#eren x black reader#eren yeager x black reader#tw: mentions of stereotyping#among us#attack on titan#eren jaeger#black reader#fem black reader#brain rot#eren is so cute#eren headcanons
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“Ideally, a Jedi took many months to construct a single perfect weapon that he or she would keep and use for a lifetime. Once you build it, the lightsaber will become your constant companion, your tool, and a ready means of defense.
Luke held out the handle of his own lightsaber, sliding his palm over the smooth grip, then igniting it with a startling snap-hiss. The brilliant yellow-green blade drowned out even the bright sunlight in the room.
(...) “I hope you’ll need to use your weapon only rarely...if ever.”
- The Young Jedi Knights: Lightsabers, by Kevin J. Anderson & Rebecca Moesta
Say what you will about Kevin Anderson & the somewhat dubious writing style of The Jedi Academy Trilogy, but both he and his wife, Rebecca Moesta, understood the kriffing assignment when they wrote The Young Jedi Knights series, only a few years later. The fact that The New Jedi Order & the Legacy Era shit the bed immediately afterwards is almost okay, because these books are so damn good.
Don’t go into them looking for Shakespeare, but they feature no pointless deaths, no character assassinations, no nonsensical plotting - only good characters, fun, exciting stories - they’re just pure Star Wars. And I love it so, so much.
Here we have some pics of my personal Rudy Pando Luke V3 lightsaber (it only seemed appropriate) sporting GOTH’s Master Chassis, with a dual crystal chamber reveal, all properly modified to run a Proffieboard v2.2 soundboard. Quite nice, if I do say so myself. This post is fulfilling something of an old promise; a while ago (like, over a year ago), I hinted that I would be reinstalling this saber for one final time, and now, here it is in all its glory. My tribute to a personal hero of mine from my youth, and in the spirit of excellent ensemble stories like The Young Jedi Knights and character pieces, like Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor.
May they be preserved & enjoyed forever.
Speaking of; having read Shatterpoint recently, I’m tempted to go back and read Shadows of Mindor again, if only because I’ll have a clearer idea of who Nick Rostu & Kar Vastor are, not to mention, uh, what TF is going on. It’s a great book, and it absolutely nails Luke’s character, but it’s really kriffing weird.
Even though it’s not (in my opinion) Stover’s best work, it has a short little exchange between Luke & Kar Vastor that perfectly sums up Luke’s character, and more importantly, why he’s such a great character:
I have known Jedi. Many, many years ago. That knowing was not a gladness for me. I believed I would never know another, and I rejoiced in that belief.
But it is a gladness for me to be proven wrong.
I am happy to have known you, Jedi Luke Skywalker. You are more than they were.
“That’s -” Luke shook his head blankly, blinking against the darkness. “I mean, thanks, but I barely know anything.”
So you believe. But I say to you: you are greater than the Jedi of former days.
Luke could only frown, and shake his head again. “What makes you say that?”
Because unlike the Knights of old, Jedi Luke Skywalker...
You are not afraid of the dark.
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Stover truly is the GOAT of Star Wars writers.
#star wars#lightsaber#luke skywalker#v3#luke v3#the young jedi knights#lightsabers#luke skywalker and the shadows of mindor#kevin j anderson#rebecca moesta#matthew stover#goth3designs#master chassis#shtokcustomworx#npxl#Proffieboard#sabersmith
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Reasons why I'm down bad for Haitani Ran and Sanzu Haruchiyo
"Currently very upset that I cannot date ran nor sanzu :/"
- me
No bc sanzu and ran can respectfully step on me. Therefore, I will now share my reasoning on why im down bad for Haitani Ran and Sanzu Haruchiyo.
Warning: hot men, a bit of cursing, simp behavior
Requests Masterlist
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Ran
Before timeskip:
Can we collectively agree that ran looks so fucking hot with his sleek braided hair style???
Like it has that little something that makes me go brrrrr, yk
Then his lazy, droopy eyes??
Why exactly is that hot, sir? Bc it most definitely fucking is <3
He looks like he has the power and status to just sit there and feel untouchable. And yk why? Bc he can. He has the power, he has the status, he has the popularity
Nobody can touch him so why would he be bothered to care,,
he's just swag like that :/
His grin. His fucking grin.
Just that face, bored eyes and that cocky, teasing grin
And honestly, I'm 10/10 here for it
He gives me vibes that he'd be the type to tease you endlessly, flirt with you (nobody knows if it's for fun or if he actually has a thing for u), being playful and cocky, and just be joking around a lot
He probably has a soft side for people he cares about and I can physically not cope with that bc that's so cute :/
After the timeskip, bonten:
Tbh I'm a bigger fan of his long braided hair but I can't even be mad abt his short hair,,
Why? Bc he's just mad fine either way.
The more I look at his short hair, the more attractive it looks :/
He looks so classy and fancy??? I support.
Why is it so hot/cool/attractive that he's high ranked in bonten?? Like he's no underling nor some dumb-wannabe-yakuza, he is an executive??
He has the power to order others around and tell them what to do?? He's a boss??
Tbh i get the vibe that even after the timeskip he'd probably be the same as before, personality wise
He'll forever be cocky
Lazy eyes, wide teasing grin with a soft side that only few people get to see
It's debatable if he'd get a lover anyway bc of his job but if he does get one he'd be so sweet abt it omfg-
Also, why tf are there like only 10 pics of timeskip ran??? I NEED MORE CONTENT
Sanzu Haruchiyo
Before timeskip:
I didn't notice him much during bloodly Halloween but once he appeared as a official side character(?),,
Man he looked so cUte
Whipped instantly
His mask is so mysterious and fancy and his his hair is so pretty
👉Soft vibes👈 and that he's so loyal to mikey is even cuter i-
The fact that other division captains couldn't handle him bc "they couldn't handle this wild horse" is so cute-
SOMEONE SEND HELP
YO the moment he killed mucho I was like, 👀👀👀 Im looking, I'm looking 👀👀
That move with his k a t a n a, no hesitation and that speed
"I've been waiting for this" yUH-
And then he toOK HIS MASK OFF
That shit sent me
After timeskip, bonten:
OKAY LISTEN I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE PLS HES SO COOL,, FOR WHAT
Y'all he looks so fine. He looks so fucking fine.
Simping stage: unlocked
No bc I will never get over this :/
His scars? Yes, just yes.
It's so unique and just so special and highkey hot- i-
His earrings are also so nice and fancy mAn. They're just so pretty and fit his style so well
AND his hairstyle is so cool omfg, I mean I generally love this kind of hairstyle but it looks so so good on sanzu I can't-
Sign me up for this shit man :/
And then, the thing I'm most down bad for: his psycho persona.
Hes insane and I love it
Y'all can't tell me that aint sexy as fuck.
Man the way his look is so crazy and insane- and that maniac grin on top of that is just- <3
Just that stare-
Nah I'm quitting- I can't with this-
u G H
In conclusion: this man FINE AS FUCK
For legal reasons the psycho stuff is only acceptable in fiction so pls don't come for me <3
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#bonten#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers bonten#ran haitani#tokyo revengers ran#tokyo revengers haitani ran#haitani brothers#ran tokyo revengers#sanzu#sanzu Haruchiyo#tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu#sanzu tokyo revengers#bonten sanzu
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Immaterial Witness
Demoman/Soldier, 5k
Request for r2mich2, Ghosthunting
Demo was less than thrilled about being selected for mandatory company ghost-busting work. His enthusiasm dropped even lower when he saw who’d be accompanying him.
“You!” he exclaimed.
“You!” Soldier replied. “Except with a different inflection! To indicate I am also not happy to see you!”
“Bloody hell,” Demo groaned as the looked at the man before him. “Jesus of all the BLU’s she could have picked for a ‘cross team eradication venture’, and she went with you.”
“I didn’t agree to this either, maggot,” Soldier assured him. “I am under orders not to strangle any REDs until this mission is complete, but my tractability will be put to the test if said RED is such a weakling and liar.”
“For the last time, I never called you a-”
“And what about all the things you did say, you son of a bitch?”
Demo scowled, not looking forward to going through the same recycled arguments over again. She had some nerve putting the two of them together after what she’d put them through; complete and total destruction of a friendship, and for what? Just to decide TF Industries was going to be managing both teams a few months later? It was a load of crap if Demo ever heard it.
“What are you even wearing?” he scoffed at Soldier’s new uniform.
“This is regulation specter pummeling gear, you sissified maggot scum!” Soldier puffed up proudly. Gone was the red jacket and fatigues, instead superseded by a singular beige jumpsuit.
“And what’s that?” Demo pointed to the canister vacuum strapped to his back. No bells, no whistles, just a regular old vacuum with a flexible nozzle.
“Ghost sucker,” Soldier said plainly.
“Right. Obviously.”
“Well what did you bring RED?” Soldier accused. “These ghosts are going lift you up by your frilly little underthings and fling you right out the door if you do not have anything to protect yourself from their disembodied maliciousness!”
“I,” Demo said, flexing his fist, “have this.”
Engineer had built it with such efficiency, Demo was sure he’d made the blueprints years ago and was just waiting for someone to ask for a ghost-capturing device. The device’s visual design was similar to that of the gunslinger, but instead of a limb replacement, it functioned more like power armor, cradling the outside of the wearer’s hand and increasing their grip tenfold.
“This ‘lil beauty has everything,” Demo continued haughtily. “EKG readings, built in spooktralizer, and-” He pulled back his fingers, activating the now-glowing disk in the center of his palm. “Anti-gravity net. No spirit’s going to escape this vortex, which is a good thing because you can’t suck up a ghost with a vacuum cleaner.”
“Shows how much you know, buster,” Soldier said. “All those doodads won’t do jack when you are staring into the blood-red eyes of a flesh-hungry phantom—these are creatures of the other side! Of the great beyond! They do not care about technology.”
“Oh aye?” Despite himself, Demo got right into Soldier’s face. “We’ll se about that when my power glove’s saving your sorry arse from having spectral boot shoved up it.”
“I will take that bet, princess,” Soldier spat back.
“Uuhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggg,” a new voice cut into the conversation. “If I have to sit through another one of your lover’s spats I’m going to kill myself. Again.”
Soldier’s eyes narrowed, fixating on something over Demo’s shoulder. “Oh great. The sword is here.”
“Yes! The sword is here!” the Eyelander chirped sarcastically. “And since I’m bloody gracing you with my company, you can do me a favor and get on with this thing. We’ve been standing out here for ten minutes.”
“It’s right,” Demo admitted as Soldier continued to stare daggers at the weapon strapped to his back. “Let’s head in.”
Demo didn’t wait to see if Soldier followed him as he took his first creaking step onto the house’s porch; by company orders, they were stuck together for now, no matter how much bad blood ran between them.
“So why are we clearing this place of ghosts anyway?” Eyelander asked as Demo pushed in the front door. The doubles groaned with an appropriate level of eeriness.
“The Voice’s orders,” he shrugged. “She wants this for a new battleground, but she wants it ghost free. Apparently there’ve been too many complaints about the past few Halloweens for her liking.”
“Really?” Eyelander said aghast. “Who doesn’t like Halloween?”
“Eh. Some of the mercs think it’s too random. Chaotic, hard to focus on what’s going on. They don’t like all the candy packs and the fact that idiot in a robe shows up and turns a ten minute match into a thirty minute nightmare.” At the last, he eyed Soldier over his shoulder.
“Do not look at me!” Soldier barked. “That isn’t my fault!”
“Yes it is! Last time he even said ‘SOLDIER THIS IS YOUR FAULT!’ as he was dropping bombs on our heads!”
“Well I am not the only causer-of-halloween-related-problems in this company,” Soldier said, jogging to get ahead of Demo to block his path. “The giant floating eyeball with red wig and child-sized overalls certainly wasn’t mine.”
Demo rubbed his face. “Jesus, just forget it. The only reason we have to tolerate each other is because there’s some soul with soon-to-be-finished business lurking around here, and we picked the short straw. So let’s find whatever apparition, spirit, or poltergeist is squatting in this dump and get out of each other’s hair.”
About to offer some stupid retort, Soldier was abruptly cut off as Eyelander yelped, “w-wait! Poltergeists?? You didn’t say anything about those arseholes!”
Demo and Soldier exchanged a look.
Soldier leveled a frown at the Eyelander. “You are a ghost, maggot. How on God’s green earth are you afraid of ghosts?”
“I’m afraid of poltergeists, eejit,” Eyelander snapped back. “You don’t bloody mess with a geist unless you want your immortal soul turned to shreds and left to wander the infinite abyss forever.”
“Whatever, this is getting us nowhere.” Demo pushed past Soldier. “C’mon. We’ve got a job to do.”
As he passed under the precarious looking chandelier overseeing the foyer, Soldier murmured, “tch. Only ever got the job. Typical.” Demo pretended he hadn’t heard.
What he did hear—over the sounds of the Eyelander whining about powerful forces they didn’t understand and eventually sinking into resigned grumble—was the sound of an organ playing in the deep bowels of the manor.
“Thirty bucks says there’s no one playing it when we get there,” Demo said.
“Deal,” Eyelander replied.
They readied their weapons. Well, not exactly weapons (and definitely not weapons in Soldier’s case, as he strangled his vacuum’s hose in a viselike grip), but tools that would get this bloody ghost out of here and let Demo go home for the day. His footsteps scraped decades old rugs as he padded carefully across the ground, power glove extended into the gloom before him. No readings yet, save for Eyelander’s steady thrum, but as soon as they crossed the barrier of the music room the EKG jumped like crazy.
“Called it,” Demo said as the organ continued to press down one ivory key after another, despite the only human beings in the room being the two mercs who had just entered. “Pay up, Eyelander.”
“Sure! Let me just grab my wallet.”
“Smart-arse.”
“It’s called a pommel.”
“If you two ladies are finished,” Soldier growled, drawing closer to the haunted piano, “let’s bag this ghost-maggot.”
Demo rolled his eye, sweeping to the other side of the organ that’s girth took up the entirety of the room, pipes clawing at the ceiling as wax burned down to nubs around it. “You ‘n your cleaning supplies just stand back.”
“And let you fumble our ticket out of here? I don’t think so.” Soldier flipped on his Hoover.
The glove began to gyrate in Demo’s palm. “You’re the one who’s messing this up! If you’d just believe me when I tell you something-”
“How can I believe you when your history of treachery continues?”
They were nearing the organ now, the disk glowing a menacing red and the vacuum jumping like it was trying to escape Soldier’s hands. The music doubled its tempo, growing more erratic with every step the pair took toward its console.
“There is no history,” Demo spat. “I didn’t do it in the first place!”
“But you still took the contract!”
“Because you did first!”
There wasn’t so much music now as random mashing of keys, a pained wailing accompanying the stressed notes in an unholy shriek. A bolt of electricity shot from the glove collided with something on the piano seat, revealing a ghastly form in the middle of the two men.
“Maybe I would have gone back on it!” Soldier roared as he struggled to maintain control of the hose, writhing in his hands like a viper. “If you’d talked to me I would have known it wasn’t-”
“THAT SHOULDN’T BE MY RESPONSIBILITY.”
“WELL IT HAS TO BE SOMEBODY’S.”
As Soldier screamed his final words, the ghost between them joined in the crescendo. The two forces on either of its sides pulled and pulled at its edges, wind howling and light flashing until-
Demo and Soldier were thrown into opposite walls with a resounding crack.
Grimacing, Demo pushed himself up, rubbing away the white spots in his vision that their techno-vortex had left him with. When things were mostly clear, he blinked at the organ seat, finding no trace of the specter the power glove had briefly outlined.
“Did we get it?” Soldier asked, likewise suppressing aches as he got to his feet.
“Dunno.” Demo tapped a few buttons on his glove. “Well there’s only one reading now. Maybe we fried it?”
“Bag isn’t full,” Soldier noted, poking the vacuum. “Must’ve.”
“Hm. I suppose that was climactic enough. I’m fine with leaving if you are.”
“There’s nothing I want more,” Soldier said, already halfway to the door.
“Feeling’s mutual,” Demo grumbled, following him out. “Went down pretty easy, all things considered. Barely a quarter of ‘ole Merasmus’s hit points. Can’t believe Eyelander was scared of that.”
The Eyelander said nothing.
Demo stopped walking. “You alright, mate?” he asked over his shoulder to where Eyelander was sheathed.
Still, it didn’t respond. He pulled it out, a soft sssth in the now quiet music room, and held it in front of him. He was about to ask it again, when Eyelander finally blurted, “oh uh! Right, me. I’m fine, just peachy, how are you?”
Soldier paused, and turned on his heel. “RED. Why doesn’t your sword have a stupid accent anymore?”
“Uh, crap uh,” the sword sputtered. “Blimey is what I meant to say governor! Pip pip bob’s your uncle and all that!”
“You!” Demo said, squeezing the imposter ghost for all it was worth, to which it gave a tiny eep! “What have you done with Eyelander?”
“Look, this doesn’t have to be a problem right?” the geist said. “I can still be a haunted sword! And do whatever it is the old ghost did, but please don’t make me get out. I’ve been trapped in that organ for fifty years! I want to go, see the world, oh please oh please take me with you?”
“Maybe we let it,” Soldier snorted. “Can’t be any more annoying than the old one.”
“That’s not funny,” Demo snapped, then turned his singular glare to the sword. “Listen here you useless lump of ectoplasm, you tell me what you did with my friend or I’m going to turn your soul into sizzling anti-matter.”
“No!”
And to Demo’s shock, the sword went flying from his hands, shooting up into the room’s ceiling.
“No, I won’t go back!” Encased in an orange glow, the sword maneuvered under its own power, spinning wildly until it had become an airborne lawnmower blade. “Screw you guys!”
“Shite!” Demo said as he charged out after it as it went shooting into the hall.
He followed it all the way to the foyer again, sprinting around each corner just to keep it in sight, but when he arrived out of breath at the grand staircases he had to admit there was no catching it.
“Shite,” he repeated.
“What in the goddamn hell was that about?” Soldier had, of course, followed him back to the entrance. “Now we’re stuck here until we find it again. Couldn’t have withheld your groveling freak out for one damn second.”
“I wasn’t just going to let it steal Eyelander’s sword!” Demo retaliated.
“You and the fucking Eyelander,” Solder swore, helmet wobbling as a snarl curled on his features. “Always with the Eyelander. You care more about that sword than you do anyone else, and you always fucking pick it in the end.”
They were in each other’s faces once more, nose to nose as the manor creaked around them. Demo glared, and softly replied, “well maybe the sword is better company.”
That might have been the end of it any other time, but they were too close now, too entwined, and Soldier grabbed the front of Demo’s shirt. “…God damn you,” he muttered. His face rippled with something unrecognizable. “That’s what I mean. Maybe that wasn’t you in the video, but when you took that contract you started saying crap like that.”
A hard knot found itself in Demo’s throat. He ignored the beeping coming from his glove. “After hearing ‘I never liked you’ enough times, it’s hard not to believe it.”
“…We ever going to stop lying to each other?”
Demo pulled the hand from the front of his shirt. The beeping was growing incessantly loud but he blocked it out, only focusing on stamping away from the Soldier-
And not noticing when the chandelier above him gave an ominous jolt.
His head whipped up too late when the chain broke, the glove practically screaming as he froze in panic for split second-
The cacophany when the chandelier came down was earsplitting, hundreds of glass teardrops shattering on the marble floor below, crashing into each other as their frame became nothing more than a bent pile of metal. Demo wheezed, having been thrown into a solid surface for the second time in less then ten minutes, and his brain caught up enough to realize he wasn’t dead.
The Soldier, having tackled Demo to bring him out of the worse of the poltergeist’s attack, had taken the brunt of it. He winced, rolling onto the hip that didn’t have any glass stuck in it.
“Christ,” Demo hissed, staring at the broken fixture. “It really is trying to kill us now, isn’t it?”
“You threatened to atomize its soul,” Soldier grunted. “Can’t blame it.”
Demo’s eye reaffixed to the bleeding BLU, tongue catching on the question. “You-” But what was he even supposed to say?
Soldier avoided his gaze. “Shut it, maggot. This was merely a rescue based on contempt and rivalry—no one’s allowed to kill you but me, yadda yadda, you get the picture.”
“Soldier…”
Years of bitter hatred choked down whatever else he would have said, but they couldn’t stop the swell of concern as he watched blood bloom on Soldier’s jumpsuit.
“Here,” he said, getting to his knees and picking his way through the broken glass. “Let’s get you up.”
Soldier glared in suspicion. Their argument still hung hot, bar of iron glowing yet unforged, not sure what shape it was suppose to take. But the blood was moving steadily down Soldier’s leg, and with distaste he resigned himself to being lifted under one arm.
“I can do it myself, maggot,” Soldier said once Demo had helped him to the stairs and tried to push up his pant leg.
Demo stared at him for a moment, hand holding the bandage he’d torn from the jumpsuit’s opposite leg, eye unargumentative as he gazed at the Soldier. A few more seconds of reproach ticked by, but then Soldier sighed in resignation, glancing away as Demo tied up his leg.
When it was over, he wasted no time getting to his feet, refusing Demo’s arm this time. “Definitely can’t let that thing run wild now,” he said. “Get your stupid glove to tell us where it is.”
There was an obvious limp to his walk, but Demo knew he had survived worse. That Demo had put him through worse.
The Demoman tapped his wrist a few times and said, “this way.”
The second floor was just rows and rows of suits of armor. All of them identical, all of them leaning down menacingly as the mercenaries passed beneath, listening to the spooktralizer’s pulse become a steady companion. There was constant draft, a thrumming chill up Demo’s spine, and he tried to remind himself that ghosts had the power to get inside your head and trigger your fear response. The fact that the haunt had turned murderous was nothing to be worried about—that he was, in all reality, afraid of no ghost.
The nearest suit of armor vibrated, and he jumped three feet in the air.
So did Soldier, bristling like a cat and demanding, “show yourself Casper! I am not afraid of your pathetic saber rattling!”
In response, every suit in the hall lifted it arms.
Soldier yelped, and he and Demo found themselves back to back, their respective ghost hunting equipment bared in front of them. But they were surrounded, the suits jerking to life and taking their first halting steps off their pedestals, clanking stiffly at the two mercenaries. They were forced backwards, one step, then two, until suddenly Demo found himself on the ground, the creeping terror that he’d been repressing now roaring overpoweringly. It was just a mind trick, just a manipulation, but knowing that and being able to act were vastly different things—and as the ancient warriors drew closer, he reached out and clung desperately to the closest thing he could find.
Clang went the greaves in front of him, coming to a stop as the full-body rattle started again. Shaking and shaking and Demo didn’t look, burying his face in Soldier’s shoulder-
“Ayyyiiieeeeeee,” a voice screamed as something small and spectral went spinning out of the armor.
After several seconds of silence from the suits around them, Demo finally lifted his head. All the armor had gone stiff and immobile, and the only clue to their previous animation was the ghostly impression of a sword floating a few feet off the ground.
“Eyelander?” he blinked.
“Uhhhg…my rain gaurd…” the Eyelander’s apparition groaned. “What…urhg…what happened? …….And why are you two cuddling?”
Demo looked down to find Soldier was clinging to him just as tightly as Demo was to he. Soldier realized it at the same time, and immediately pushed Demo off him, saying, “I did not give you permission to use me for comfort and safety, maggot!”
“Oi! You were the one who started it!” Demo turned his attention to the Eyelander. “What the bloody hell was that about? You trying to make us crap our pants?”
“Urhg, I don’t know!” Eyelander snapped. “If I’m not concentrating on anything in particular I just end up doing ghost type things. Like how you just start making horse noises when you think you’re home alone.”
Soldier snickered. Demo shot him a glare.
Ignoring him, Soldier got to his feet and dusted himself off. “That’s one thing to check off the list.” He paused, inspecting the form floating before him. “…Why are you a sword?”
“…I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Wait, no, Soldier’s right,” Demo said, getting up as well. “You’re not in the blade anymore, you can look like anything you want! You used to be a mortal, didn’t you?”
“I don’t remember okay?” it snapped. “That was centuries ago, I don’t know how to be anything but a ghost sword.”
“Aw, give it a shot mate,” Demo encouraged. “If we’re going to hunting around for the geist that stole your sword, you might as well try a new form.”
“…Alright, I guess I can give it a try.”
Slowly, the illusion in front of them melted, growing until it was humanoid, then rippling as details began to make its shape. The jaw strengthen, and a hole appeared in the right side its face, features sharpening until a near-copy of the Demoman stood next to the suit of armor. It was a hazy reflection, as though looking at himself in green glass, but a reflection just the same.
“Hey, don’t be me,” Demo said.
“Yeah, we already got enough of those,” Soldier added under his breath.
“Uhg,” it complained. “Sorry. You’re the most recent person I’ve been.” The uncanny valley was further emphasized that Eyelander forgot to move Demo’s mouth when it was speaking.
“Just be yourself,” Demo insisted, as much due to the ghost-him’s creepiness as the fact that he was a bit curious about who Eyelander used to be. “Go on, give it a shot.”
Grumbling without moving its mouth, the Eyelander began to change again, Demo’s features swept away as though lost on the wind. It grew inexorably, towering of the mortals below it like a warrior from myth; then it shrank, arms and ghostly blade disproportionately detailed like recalling a fighting feeling.
Both of these faded, other particulars bubbling up from the surface. A tartan hood crawled over the general shape of a head, plunging the face into inscrutability. From its shoulders sprung a cape, one that would have pooled across the ground if the mirage weren’t floating a half-foot off the stone. A thick tunic billowed, then fell down to the mirage’s knees, held in place by a sash across its chest.
The face beneath flickered. Morphing, becoming-
“Damn it,” Eyelander groaned as the features fell back into darkness, effort weakening its voice. “I really don’t remember.”
“Ach, it’s fine Eyelander,” he assured it, hearing the clear disappointment. “We’ll get your sword back in no time.”
“…Thanks mate.”
Suddenly, Soldier pushed past him, far roughing than necessary. “If the ghost is done having an identity crisis, lets get back to busting.”
Demo frowned after him, but according to the readings he was headed in the right direction, so he said nothing to it.
Eyelander was a different story. “OoooOOOoooo, jealous again are we?” Catching up to him was no problem when it could simply glide across the ground, cape fluttering behind it.
“Silence apparition!” Soldier stated. “You cannot get inside my head with your devil words, nor your OoooOOOoooo.”
Eyelander cackled, floating in front of him and forcing him to walk into it. He shivered as he passed through the ethereal dregs, breaking from his path and pivoting into the nearest set of doors. They found themselves in the grand library, tiers upon tiers of floor-to-ceiling books simply rotting in the dust. Cobwebs clung to everything, ancient lamps and moldering fainting couches, rendering the entire room silent.
“Touch a nerve?” Eyelander was enjoying its new ‘body’, swinging a spectral arm over Soldier’s shoulder that he was unable to shrug off. “Not still mad he likes me better than you?”
“Only goes to show how poor his taste is,” Soldier snapped.
Demo had to jog to catch up. The library’s various stone busts turned to watch him as he moved.
“Maybe, if he was hanging out with you to begin with,” Eyelander persisted. “Does that bother you, yankee doodle?”
“Eyelander, lay off him,” Demo said, surprising even himself when the words came out of his mouth. Soldier didn’t look, breathing heavily through his nose
“Why?” the ghost huffed. It was odd seeing the body language to accompany it for once, the entity folding its arms across its chest. “He’s the one who throws a fit whenever I’m around, and I’m bloody sick of it. Why should I have to put up with some moron you don’t want anything to do with?”
“Shut your nonexistent mouth!” Soldier was really heated now. “If you keep talking to me I will put my boot up so far up your ass you will feel it in the afterlife!”
“OoooOOOoooo,” Eyelander said, and it was a proper ghostly ooo that reverberated about the empty library. “I’m so scared. Should I start crying out in fear? That’s all a lout like you knows how to do, just yell until someone cries and then piss off entirely. Well guess what, eejit, he’s just fine without you.”
“I am warning you…” Soldier growled.
“Oh but that doesn’t stop you from getting all possessive does it?” Eyelander just goaded, heedless of anything else but its own petty revenge. “More possessive than me, and I’m the one possessing him! Is that the sort of bond you’re going for yank? Spending a lot of time in-”
With a furious scream, Soldier launched himself at the Eyelander. On instinct, it jerked to the side to try and avoid his murderous hands, but it didn’t matter either way as Soldier when flying through the ghost’s form and crashed into the bookcase behind it.
The bookcase swung like a revolving door, and Soldier disappeared from view.
Eyelander and Demo shared a glance. “Did that just…?” he asked.
“Hold on.” It glided forward, passing through the bookcase unimpeded. A moment later, it stuck its head back out through the wall and said, “aye! It’s a secret passage! Some stairs going down into a basement of some sort.”
“Stairs? Is Solder alright?” Demo worried as he came forward and tried to trigger whatever had moved the loose shelf.
The Eyelander stuck its head in, then back out again. “Eh, I’m sure he’s fine.”
Demo found him, if not exactly fine, then stabilized. His leg had started bleeding again, but the tumble down the basement stairs had shaken the fight out of him. He let Demo rebandage his injuries with barely a word.
“Good work finding the passage, lad,” Demo said, as though he didn’t feel a terrible heat of embarrassment on the back of his neck. “Based on the readings, that’s where the ghost is hiding.”
“Hm,” was all Soldier said. He wouldn’t look at either Demo or the levitating knight.
“…Eyelander, why don’t you float on ahead?” Demo said after a moment. “Scout things out a bit for us?”
“Yeah, sure. Not being bound to a mortal vessel anymore gives you a lot more free range of movement.”
Demo helped Soldier to his feet. Several long minutes were spent walking down a cold, damp tunnel, only illuminated by bulbs covered in metal grates that flickered in sync. When Eyelander had drifted far enough ahead in its impatience, Demo asked what had been on his mind since they’d come down here, spinning over as the guilt he’d been holding back for years weighed heavier on him than it ever had.
“…Jane?” he mumbled. The Soldier jumped at his real name. “What Eyelander said back there…have I really been…?”
“Don’t believe anything that comes out of that ghost’s pie hole! Its ghost pie hole! Where it puts its ghost pies!” Soldier barked hastily. “It is- I don’t-!”
Demo let Soldier sputter for a moment before frowning at the floor. “I’m sorry.”
Soldier choked mid denial and whipped his head so hard his eyes showed wild underneath the helmet. “You- What?”
“You were right,” Demo rubbed his face. “About always lying to each other. Saying we didn’t care, just to make it easier. And you’re right that I treat my friends like crap sometimes, picking the sword—the job—over anybody else. So I fucked up too, believing their lies just as much, listening to them because it was the easiest.” He lifted his head, making eye contact with the alarmed Soldier. “So maybe I do pick the sword sometimes. But I never should have taken a bribe over my best friend.”
They’d stopped walking, Soldier just staring at him, mouth slightly open.
Soldier breathed in deep. “…Your best friend?”
Cautiously, taking care not to startle Soldier or his own frayed nerves, Demo reached out and held Soldier’s hand. He could hear Soldier’s labored breaths, even as the BLU looked down so steeply at their linked hands that his helmet obscured is whole face.
“Aye.”
Soldier’s mouth writhed a second longer before saying, “I’m sorry. Too. For all the crap I said to you after. I didn’t mean any of it either, I always liked you. I always…”
Demo squeezed his hand. “We’ll talk after we get my sword back, aye?”
Soldier finally lifted his chin, a grin of joyous relief across it. “Affirmative! We will beat the crap out of that weapon-stealing cheat, and then boot it back to kingdom come.”
“Our powers combined, eh?” Demo wiggled the fingers on the power glove.
Soldier lifted his hose. “Lets get this spirit-maggot!”
“Are you two coming?” the Eyelander demanded, reappearing in the grimy tunnel before them. “There’s this big evil laboratory at the end of the hall and the bell-end body-snatcher is just waiting for someone to come and kick its pommel.”
Demo grinned at his once-again best mate. “Don’t worry Eyelander, that bastard’s got another thing coming.”
The rescue squad stormed into the evil lab, magic and science and supernatural forces in hand. The room was exactly what you’d think: test tubes full of pulsating green goo, an open slab with leather straps around it, giant Tesla coils pointing all which way as though the whole space was ready to zap you at a moment’s notice.
“You!” Eyelander demanding, pointing a menacing spectral finger at the sword floating in the center of the room.
“Aw crap,” it said as it turned and saw the trio of ghostbusters that had come for its soul.
Immediately, it tried to make a run for it, zipping off on a trail of orange magic. But Soldier was faster, flipping the Hoover to ‘suck’ and immediately summoning a typhoon from the nozzle’s end. The geist shrieked as it was pulled backwards, forward momentum fighting against the suction until was it pulled taught mid-air. Demo wasn’t going to inadvertently help it this time, though. Instead, he stood shoulder to shoulder with his best mate, and sent a pulse of magnetic energy to join the vacuum’s pull.
“NOOOOOooooo,” the geist screamed as it began to lose ground.
It still wasn’t enough. A humanoid shape was being drawn from the sword, but that only made it struggle harder, fighting tooth and nail as it screamed all the while.
The Eyelander’s spirit stormed forward. With both hands it gripped the sword, pulling away from its rival ghost with its impressive incorporeal biceps. The geist screamed harder, but in a three-on-one it was losing, even as it tried to wrench the hilt away. Eyelander grabbed above the crossguard, and a gush of ethereal blood splattered on the floor, but the extra leverage worked, and it ripped the blade free from enemy hands.
Eyelander reared back, and the ghost went falling into the vacuum with a scream.
The impact knocked Demo flat on his ass. It wasn’t as rough as the first explosion, but he still groaned as he sat up. “We get it this time?”
Soldier poked the bag, which moaned in protest. “Yup. We got it.”
“How about you Eyelander?” Demo got up and walked to where the sword had fallen. “Everything back in the bits?”
“Uhrg…my whole fuller hurts,” the blade on the floor said in what was definitely the Eyelander’s voice. “Put me back in my scabbard…I want a nap.”
Demo chuckled, and did as he was asked.
“Teamwork saves the day!” Soldier declared, walking up to the pair. “Goes to show what camaraderie and true American sprit can do.” He clapped Demo on the shoulder, and the two exchanged a smile.
“…Did I miss something?” Eyelander asked from its sling on Demo’s back.
“Nah,” Demo said. “Jane ‘n I just worked some things out. Don’t worry your pretty little locket about it.”
“We are best friends again!” Soldier was too excited to hold back. He grabbed Demo’s hand again and squeezed.
The two shared a look of shining eyes and full hearts.
“Yuck,” Eyelander noted. “Do I have to be here for this?”
“Ah, shut it,” Demo said. “We just saved your life.”
“I didn’t want to be brought along in the first place!”
“You hate being left alone at the base,” Demo pointed out.
“Yeah but that was before you brought ghosthunting into the picture. You should have known better! What if one of your stupid machines had malfunctioned and killed me instead?”
As they walked back up through the secret passage, Soldier leaned toward the scabbard and said, “looks like there’s trouble in paradise after all, huh.” Demo had never heard him be smugger.
“Keep grinning, eejit,” Eyelander grumbled. “Next time we get into battle I’m carving a new smile into your throat.”
Soldier snickered, and they left the manor victorious.
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1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?
i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.
2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere
RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....
Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD
Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway.
It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.
Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on. Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!
Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot.
Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end!
I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD
LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D
I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place.
3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/
Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO.
I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O
I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace.
4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY
That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.
I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.
To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.
Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″
Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.
Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway!
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If You Got a Valentine From the MHA Boys, Here’s What It Would Say…
Pairings: Denki Kaminari x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Reader, and Tenya Iida x Reader
Summary: The titLe
Warnings: Swearing, major uwu, mentions of sexual acts, angst?
AN: I finished this around noon, took a nap, finished AOT season 3, and I realize its 7:20 and I haven’t posted anything for v-day yet. Procrastination at it’s finest
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→ Denki Kaminari
Baby, you make my palms sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Love,
Denki
~
He’d probably spell “valentine’s” and “spaghetti” wrong, and you would probably smack him after reading it, but he still showers you in love and affection all day. After he’s taken you out to eat and given you all the gifts he could afford, he’ll show you the new yellow and black lingerie he bought for you.
He has quite a few hot yet adorable pictures on his phone now.
His love for you really shows up during this holiday, shining through his usual mask of stupidity.
~
why tf did kami call him ‘kacchan’? does he have a death wish or smth?
→ Katsuki Bakugou
Dear Angel,
Roses are red
Valentines always sucked
When you finish reading this
You’re gonna get fucked
Love you,
Katsuki
~
Despite the crude language on the glittery, handcrafted valentine, you bit your lip in anticipation as you pretended to continue reading. Katsuki stands in front of you, tapping his foot impatiently, red eyes alight and body tense and ready to pounce. There definitely wasn’t a raging boner tenting his sweatpants too. Finally, he snatches the red piece of paper from you, tosses it on your desk and grabs you, throwing you over one muscled shoulder to take you to his room.
Let’s just say it was a nice afternoon, a sweet evening, and a sore, yet pleasant morning.
Lots of chocolate.
And roses.
And a giant fluffy teddy bear with a ribbon around its neck you can buy a BJ’s for like $50
~
i would like to bring todoroki to your attention in the gif above
→ Eijirou Kirishima
To My Honeybun;
Y/n, you are the most amazing girlfriend in the world. Have I ever told you that? If I have, do I tell you enough? Every time I look at you, I swear the world stops. The breath catches in my throat, my heart skips a beat and I can’t help but remember how lucky I am to simply hold your hand when I walk you home from school. Your smile is like the sunrise, your eyes are like the falling stars we saw during the meteor shower, and your hair is softer than the finest silk. You know I could go on forever, right? I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me, plus if words can’t describe how beautiful you are, then how can I tell you how much I love you?
I love you.
I have lots of fun things planned today so as soon as you finish reading this, get dressed and come downstairs! This will be the best Valentine’s Day ever!
Your loving boyfriend,
Eiji
~
Honestly, I think his letter would be longer. He wouldn’t hesitate to outline in perfect detail exactly what about you and why he loves it and go on and on for at least 7 pages.
Change my mind
If you’re dating Kirishima Eijirou, news flash; he loves you more that oxygen itself and he will show you that through many acts of kindness, toothy grins, endless gifts, and sensual evenings. He will put your needs and wants before his own, so please take care of him and show him QUADRUPLE the love he shows you. Because he needs it to stay our favorite unbreakable baby.
~
→ Izuku Midoriya
Dear Y/n,
I’ll do my best to keep this short, but knowing me, that’s probably not gonna happen.
First of all, Happy Valentine’s Day! But even without this holiday, you’ll always be my valentine. I don’t need a special day to celebrate your love in my life. Since today the world is celebrating anyway, I am here to tell you how much I love you.
That sorta rhymes… right?
I guess that doesn’t really matter as long as I mean it, and I do! I can’t remember a day where your pretty smile didn’t light it up or when one of your hugs couldn’t make me warm.
I have our whole day planned out so get dressed in something pretty (actually, wear whatever you want. You look beautiful in everything) and meet me by the door.
I love you so much!!!
Izuku
~
This would be WAAAAAAY longer if Izuku Midoriya actually wrote this. Like Kirishima, you’re gonna get a 5-page essay on why you’re perfect, a 17-page essay on his favorite things about you, 2 and a half page essay on your face, 5-page essay on how cute you look wearing his clothes, and on and on and on. If you haven’t noticed, HE. LOVES. YOU. With all the love in his big, heroic heart. And yes. Broccoli boy mcfreakin’ planned out every second of the day, so you better appreciate it and tell him so because the letter you just read sounded like, “You’re gonna be bulbasore tonight babe. Love, Izuku” to him.
~
→ Shouto Todoroki
Dear Y/n,
I got my dad’s credit card so why don’t we go on a little shopping spree? Then we can go to McDonaldTrump’s for lunch afterward.
Meet you downstairs,
Sho
P.S. Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful!
~
It probably wouldn’t be a handwritten letter, most likely a text message, but you would still appreciate it a lot. Not only do you have a hot boyfriend, but he’s rich, he’s kind, and he loves you. Plus, you hate his dad so you were more than happy to drain a few thousand dollars from his bank account. Not that Endeavor would notice. The dude is literally rolling in cash.
(In reality, Shouto saved up his money so he could spend it on you. He didn’t want you to feel guilty for spending his or be dependent on his father to keep his woman happy)
Since this was a special day for both of you, Sho makes sure you have a lot of fun and you’re sure to remind him how much you love him too.
Cuddling in the evening while eating premium caramel-filled milk chocolates.
New clothes and shoes still in bags and boxes in the corner.
Forehead kisses.
~
kami... bish u abt dumb as fock
→ Tenya Iida
Dear Y/n,
I have a few things I want to say in my letter before we go out today so I guess I’ll start with this; you are as important in my life as a beat is to the heart, you know that? I can’t live without you anymore. When I think about the days before we started dating… well, I don’t remember them. I feel like I don’t deserve such a special and beautiful girl in my life. Someone perfect, and fun, and kind. Qualities I didn’t know could exist all in one person.
Never forget that I love you with all my heart and our bond is strong and irreplaceable to me.
Happy Valentine’s Day, darling,
Tenya
~
Tenya would be so stupidly honest and pure in the letter, it brought you to tears.
When you finish reading, you’re crying your eyes out and run to his room and into his arms. When you crash into Tenya’s bed, he nearly has a heart attack when he sees you crying. Unfortunately, this beautiful man is surprised he even had a girlfriend and their relationship lasted this long. After explaining to him that the letter was the sweetest thing you’d ever read and that you loved him so so much, he let out a huge sigh of relief and pulled you close.
HUGS in those huge, muscular arms of his and head pats until you were smiling again.
*He feels so lucky to have you right then*
You get spoiled all freaking day.
The gifts never seem to stop.
Tenya’s true, calm, sweet, and loving nature really shines through this holiday and you couldn’t feel more blessed when he takes his glasses off and smiles
#denki kaminari x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#eijirou kirishima x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#tenya iida x reader#dontmesswiththenootnoot#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#valentines day#being single is nice#but its really not at the same time#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#denki kaminari#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo#eijirou kirishima#izuku midoriya#small might#deku#tenya iida#tenya ida
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-slides u 39 for beetlejuice and runs tf away-
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
(Kayla, sis, ur gonna kill me. Smut warning, obviously)
You know, you really didn’t mean for today to end up like this.
Oh, who were you kidding. You absolutely wanted the day to end up like this, you just never really expected it to. Beetlejuice spent all goddamn day flirting with you, but you could easily brush it aside knowing it didn’t really mean anything. I mean, he was a demon, right? It was probably just in their nature. He was just trying to get a rise out of you, that’s all. Really, he was just your demon roommate who lived in the attic and sometimes ate your succulents, and that was it. Nothing else at all going on.
You couldn’t be more in denial if you were drowning in it.
You’d been waiting for the weekend to finally arrive ever since your boss chewed you out on Tuesday afternoon, so when you finally arrived home on Friday, you threw yourself onto your couch with a heavy sigh, sinking into the cushions like you never wanted to leave them. You suspected Beej was in the attic doing…whatever it was he got up to while you were gone, but you knew he’d be joining you shortly. Almost as if he’d read your mind, he popped into the room, wearing…holy shit, just his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms covered sparsely with green hair. A blush rose to your cheeks, but you chose to ignore it as you shot him a soft smile.
“Hey, Beej, what’s going o-?”
“Roll over.”
“What?”
“On your stomach,” he said, as if it was obvious. When you still hesitated, he sighed and snapped his fingers, teleporting you both to your bedroom. Your bed was now home to a large nest of pillows and comforters, accompanied by soft piano music playing from your laptop and a sweet, floral scent hanging in the air.
“What’s all this?” you asked with a curious smile.
“Well, I knew work really hung you out to dry this week, so I figured I’d surprise you!” he explained with a proud grin. He snapped his fingers, summoning a small bottle of massage oil into his hand. “I made the blanket nest myself. I was gonna give you your massage downstairs, but I figured this’d be more comfortable, hmm?”
And there it was, that lecherous fucking smirk that you wanted to kiss off of his handsome face, damn him. You swallowed roughly at the thought of Beej’s strong hands on you, rubbing the tension away, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he took you…OK, nope, that was the end of that! You forced the thought away as you took his hand, smiling sweetly despite the flirtatious look he was shooting your way.
“That’s really sweet of you, Beej. Thank you for thinking of me,” you said, squeezing his hand. He beamed, his hair nearly glowing with how neon green it turned. You chuckled, shuffling to your dresser to pull out a few things. “Just let me get changed into something more comfy, mmkay?”
“Sure thing, babes, take all the time you need,” he said, crawling onto your bed and lounging the newly made blanket nest. You shook your head fondly and moved into the bathroom to change into something more appropriate for the…fuck, massage he was about to give you.
When you emerged from the bathroom, Beetlejuice immediately sat up straighter at the sight of you- you were wearing soft grey shorts that barely covered the tops of your thighs and a pastel pink sports bra, one that barely did anything to hide your breasts from him. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to distract you from him adjusting himself in his pants. Jesus Christ, he felt so pathetic, getting all hot and bothered over some breather in a sports bra…but you’d never been just some breather. You were all soft and warm and kind, always there for him despite the fact that he was a demon, always encouraging him to be better, to love harder, to live fuller…God, he was so fucking gone for you.
‘Course, you didn’t know that. You had your head so far up your goddamn ass you couldn’t see what was right in front of you. But judging by how you’d been reacting to him since you got home, he figured he might be able to fix that in the next hour.
So, he rolled off of your blanket nest, trying to hide his arousal by beckoning you forward and instructing you to lie on your tummy, resting your head on your crossed arms. You relaxed into the soft comforters, feeling incredibly at ease as you heard the soft click of the bottle of oil in Beej’s hands.
“Best way for me to do this is to straddle you, princess. That alright?” he asked, looking you over inquisitively. You hummed your consent, suspecting that wonderfully smarmy smirk to have found its home on his face once more as he settled himself down just at the tops of your thighs. If he wasn’t careful, the boner he was sporting would poke you right in the ass, so he made sure to adjust himself so you couldn’t feel it…yet. “Alright, babes, you just relax and let me take care of you.”
If those words didn’t pull a little gasp out of you first, the feeling of Beej’s cool hands spreading massage oil all over you back would’ve made sure of it. God, they were so big, pleasantly cool to the touch and firm as he began kneading your tense muscles. You let your eyes slip shut, falling prey to the absolute magic he was working on the knots in your back with his thumbs. You were so blissed out that you didn’t notice the little moans slipping from your lips every now and then, especially when Beej massaged a particularly tight knot. But oh, did Beetlejuice fucking notice.
You had never looked so hot in your goddamn life. Your skin was so smooth and soft under his hands, and you were making the hottest little noises he’d ever heard a breather make, and it was all because of him.
“Feelin’ a little better, doll?” he asked, his voice embarrassingly strained.
“Mmhmm,” you hummed happily, gasping sharply as he dug his fingers in a particularly fantastic spot. “Oh fuck that feels good, keep going, right there!”
Jesus fucking Christ he was going to die. He was going to keel over right then and there, and he was already dead! How the fuck could you be allowed to do this kinda thing to him? You were squirming under his hands, clutching the comforters between your white-knuckled fingers, and moaning like he was fucking you into oblivion, all the while his cock was trapped painfully in his pants and it was so goddamn frustrating. He was so close to snapping, just pulling your shorts aside and fucking you until you screamed, but he refused to do that without your consent. No, he needed you to know, he needed you to say yes, and he needed it now.
“Beej…fuck, you’re amazing,” you moaned. You bit your lower lip and let out a soft, barely there whine, and that was fucking it. Beetlejuice chuckled darkly and leaned forward, his resolve snapping as he hovered over you completely, keeping his lips close to your ear.
“Are you trying to turn me on, or are you just that oblivious?” he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
“What? What are you talking abou-…oh,” you breathed, because now you could feel his cock pressing against your ass. Curious, you shifted against him experimentally, causing Beej to groan into your ear before chuckling darkly.
“That’s it, sweetheart, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you want me too,” he crooned, sitting back up to drag his hands down the warm, reddened skin of your back. “Because unlike you, I don’t keep my head firmly up my ass.”
“Hey, that is so unfair!” you retorted, flipping yourself over to glare up at him. “You’re the one who’s constantly flirted with me and never followed through! Was I supposed to just know that that meant something, or did I have to find out when you popped a boner giving me a massage?”
Of course, you suddenly realize the position you’ve put yourself in when you get a good look at said boner, his hard cock only about a foot away from you face where he was straddling your hips. He tried to hide his smirk when he noticed you staring.
“Did you ever think that’s because I was waiting for you to ask?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. “That I didn’t want to be the big bad demon preying on some innocent breather? And not just any innocent breather, one I…you know, care about.” He rubbed his hand through his hair shyly. “You’re more than just someone to fuck to me, sweets, you gotta know that.” You hesitated before smiling softly, your heart fluttering incessantly in your chest because you’d been waiting for what seemed like forever for this to happen and frankly, you’re feeling desperate for him.
“I…I think I know that now, Beej,” you said, running your fingers through his hair before giving an experimental tug and a short grind of your hips against his. He groaned, biting his lower lip as it faded into a deep growl.
“Be careful with who you’re messing with, doll,” he warned. “You’re probably gonna want to be able to walk out of here by the time I’m done with you.”
“Please, like you could break me that easily,” you countered, pulling him by the hair to press the full length of his body to yours. “Why don’t you show me what you’re made of, hmm?” He barked out a laugh, shaking his head fondly at your eagerness.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed, soothing the blush of your cheeks with the pad of his thumb.
“Oh, your girl, huh?” you laughed, quirking an eyebrow at him. He chuckled darkly, quickly grabbing both of your wrists and pinning your arms above your head, leaning in until your lips were so close to touching.
“Sweetness,” he murmured, his breath puffing out and over your lips. “If you didn’t realize that you’re already mine, you haven’t been paying attention.”
Those words sent heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, pulling a whine from your lips as you finally closed the distance between you and kissed him roughly. He inhaled sharply and pressed his full weight down onto you, holding you firmly in place as he ground his cock into your hip as he kissed you back, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging until you whimpered for him. He pulled away and began attacking your neck, sucking gorgeous marks into your sensitive skin while you whined and struggled against his grip. He held your wrists firmly, not letting you budge a single inch while he laved his tongue over the bruises that were just beginning to form, pulling whimper after whimper from your parted lips.
“God, I’ve been waiting so damn long for this…” he moaned into your skin, shifting downward and snapping his fingers to remove the offending sports bra that was keeping him from more of your gorgeous body. Your nipples hardened at the exposure to the slightly chilled air, which only made Beetlejuice more excited to play with them. He dove in, sucking one into his mouth and circling it with the tip of his tongue, moaning when you buried your hands in his hair and tugged. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple before sucking bruise after bruise onto your breast, pain and pleasure harmonizing so gloriously that it left you breathless. “Mm, you taste so fucking good, sweets…but I bet you taste even better down here, hmm?”
His hands stroked down your stomach and to the waistband of your shorts, lingering there while his eyes silently asked for your permission. You lifted your hips to make it as easy as possible for him to get your shorts off, because you fucking needed them off now.
“Beej, come on, get ‘em off, please,” you whimpered, frustrated at how slowly he was peeling them and your panties off of you. He merely chuckled, taking his sweet time in sliding them down your legs and off completely.
“Patience, doll,” he cooed, making you grumble with frustration. “We’ve waited this long, what’s the harm in taking our time?”
“Easy for you to say, asshole,” you mumbled. “You probably got some in the last few months.”
“Guess again, angel,” he countered. You expected to see mirth in his eyes, but he simply gazed at you. He was completely serious.
“You…you didn’t?”
“Not a chance,” he said, rubbing his hands up your thighs to land on your hips. “No one else was worth my time, babes. No one but you.”
Those words hit you like a rock. He waited. The horniest, most lecherous demon you knew waited for you. He could’ve had anyone until you finally got your shit together, but instead he waited months just to be with you.
You rose up onto your knees and pulled Beetlejuice into a long, languid kiss, pouring every feeling you had into it as you laved your tongue over his lower lip, just hoping and praying that it would show him what he meant to you. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping you up in his arms before lowering you back onto the mattress, settling himself between your spread legs. He pulled away from the kiss to lower himself fully between your legs, drinking in the sight of you, fully exposed and glistening.
“Ohhh, baby,” he groaned, pressing a wet kiss to your inner thigh that trembled under his touch. “You are even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
“Beej, come on, please…” you mumbled, running your fingers through his hair and pleading with your eyes. He smirked up at you, content to watch you struggle not to shove his face into your pussy for a few moments longer.
“You ask me so nicely, babes,” he said, his smile growing toothy and almost sinister. “But I bet I can make you beg.” And with that, he buried his face in your pussy, greedily tasting you to your very core. You threw your head back with a gasp, gripping his hair tightly as he circled your clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Your thighs shook as he gripped them and pressed the flat of his tongue against you, letting you grind against his face and chase the pleasure you craved. Having his face in your pussy was enough to make him painfully hard where he was stuck in his pants, so he snapped his fingers to rid himself of his suit and began to stroke his cock in earnest. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending stars to blur your vision as you bit your lip to hold back your moans.
“I thought you tasted good before, sweetness, but down here you’re fucking mouthwatering,” he groaned, letting one finger come up and trace your entrance. “You want more, sweetheart, hmm? Better let me fuckin’ hear it.”
“Yes,” you moaned, tugging at his hair to try and force him back between your legs. “I want you, Beej, please just fucking take me.” At this, you heard a deep laugh rumble in his chest.
“Believe me, doll, I plan on it,” he said, slowly plunging his middle finger inside you as he went back to licking intermittently at your clit. You immediately clenched around his finger, moaning as he began to curl it in just the right way, your fists absolutely white-knuckled in the blankets as he practically dragged the pleasure out of you. He quickly added a second finger, fucking them in and out and trying not to come untouched from the thought of that wet heat practically choking his cock. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Say it and I’ll give it to you.”
“Beetlejuice, please!” you cried out. He tutted, opting to finger you harder, pulling near screams out of your throat, which was quickly growing sore.
“Come on, baby, I know you can. Just tell me what you need. Beg for it like a good little girl, and if you do it extra pretty, I’ll let you cum.”
You growled in frustration, seething at the shit-eating grin he was shooting you without even once letting up on the unrelenting pace of his fingers.
“I-ah, ah- want you to fuck me, Beetlejuicccccceshit, oh fuck, want your cock in me so bad, please God I wanna cum, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna cum, please!”
“Mm, good girl. Cum,” he commanded, leaning down to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue until you screamed, clenching tightly around his fingers as you came. He fingered you through it, only pulling his fingers out of you once you’d fully come down, panting heavily with a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glow in the light your lamp gave off. Beetlejuice grinned up at you from between your legs, lips glistening with your cum and his eyes practically heart-shaped.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gushed, sliding up the bed until you were face to face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you so intently that you nearly wanted to shy away from the intensity of it all. “Knew you’d look so pretty when you cum, baby, but I bet you’ll be drop dead gorgeous when you cum around my cock,” he groaned, kissing you intensely. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips, feeling him grind his cock against your thigh as he probed your mouth with his tongue. He pulled away, panting harshly against your skin. “One more time, baby. What do you want?”
“Want you to fuck me, BJ,” you murmured, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “Waited so long for you, I just…I need you…” He smiled against your lips, kissing you sweetly before positioning himself at your entrance.
“Alright, baby, we’re gonna take this nice and slow, ok?” he asked. “Keep those eyes on me, want you to watch me while I fuck you, got it?” You nodded, inhaling sharply as he began to enter you. He wasn’t incredibly long, but God was he thick, his girth stretching you beautifully as he pushed into you. Beej groaned against your lips, watching you intently for any signs of pain as he bottomed out, his hips pressed firmly against yours.
“Oh fuck yeah, that’s the stuff, sweetness,” he groaned, taking in the intoxicating feeling of your pussy clenching around him, adjusting so beautifully to his girth. “Shit, you’re taking me so well, baby. How you feelin’? Any pain?”
“Mm-mm,” you hummed, shaking your head. You rolled your hips experimentally, gasping at the feeling of him moving inside of you. “Beej, just…don’t hold back, alright? I told you, you can’t break me that easily. Just…make me yours.” That last bit made him growl almost involuntarily, grabbing at your hips impatiently and starting to thrust, picking up speed the louder you moan. He holds you so close, pressing your foreheads together so he can watch you as you fall apart for him.
“Say it again, baby girl,” he murmured, kissing across her cheek to nibble at her ear. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Beej, fuck, I-I need more, harder,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. He speeds up with a deep growl, re-angling himself in the most perfect way, the head of his cock dragging beautifully against your G spot that sends stars to cloud your vision once more. You’re not sure you remembered your name, but frankly, it felt unimportant compared to the bliss you sunk into with each and every thrust of his cock inside of you.
“Again, baby, come on,” he said, egging you on.
“I’m yours!”
“Again!”
“Yours! Fuck, shit, you feel so fucking good, God I love you!”
That was it. Whatever little restraint he had splintered as he pulled you tightly against him, rutting into you with everything he had. He’d never let you go again, never let you leave his arms; he’d die holding you, die fucking you, die loving you, if he could. He moaned louder, thrusted harder, kissed fiercer, and all of it was setting you ablaze from the inside out. You curled yourself into his arms as firmly as you could, wanting him around you, in you, wanting him and only him because you were his, and in that moment, he was all you needed. Your pleasure seemed to seep out of every pore in your skin, your voice hoarse from crying out as he littered you with kisses and bite marks, undeniable claims on every inch of skin he could find. Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Love you too, babes, God, I love you so goddamn much I can’t breathe, and this tight little pussy, mmph, fucking milking me, huh? You’re gonna make me cum, sweets. Is that what you want, you want me to fill you up? Make you mine? Cum with me, baby, wanna watch you cum around my fucking cock-”
You cut him off with a choked off wail, clenching around him as tightly as you could as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over you, threatening to drown you, to bury you beneath a deep abyss, but you simply wouldn’t mind. You felt him spill into you, groaning into your collarbone as his whole body trembled around you. You were floating, you were sinking, you were living, you were dying, and it was everything that you needed and more, infinitely more. You let your eyes slide shut as you came down, feeling Beetlejuice maneuvering you both into a more comfortable position. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were pressed against his chest, your chin resting comfortably right at the top of his pec.
“Welcome back, beautiful,” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Was afraid I’d knocked you clean out. How are you feelin’?”
“Mm, fantastic,” you said hoarsely, stretching your arms a bit before settling firmly into his side. “So, was that everything you’d been waiting for?”
With a warm chuckle, he pulled you close, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead as you let your eyes slide shut again, your exhaustion taking you over.
“Everything, love,” he murmured, “and more.”
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Birthday Boy
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Summary: It's AJs' birthday! The kids have gathered around for another rockin' hootenanny!
A/N: brUH I’ve been working on this for agesssss and it’s finally dooooneeeeee ~~and it’s still not my best but I TRIED and perfection doesn’t eXIST-~~ it’s a VERY belated birthday gift for @bluebutterfly1 cause she’s been wanting this foREVER. SHE'S AMAZING OKAY-
so yeah this is based off a deleted scene from TFS where it was AJ’s birthday and what not anyways ily and enjoy x
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It was hard being a kid sometimes, not having the words to describe how you're feeling, not even knowing what it is you are feeling was also a bummer. AJ had hoped he would know when he got older, especially by Clem's age. He would know so many more words and feelings and extra stuff about the world. He had already learned so much just from Aasims' teachings.
But Aasim hadn't taught him why everyone was giving him strange looks this one particular winter morning.
Clem was the first, she wasn't as good of a liar as she thought she was. There was this...odd smile on her face. AJ recognised it as the same smile Louis makes whenever he tries to get out of trouble. Ruby, Violet and Aasim had immediately zoomed off into the school once breakfast was done, only running out to share little whispers with Clementine. Omar was cooking something in his special big pot, more focused than AJ had ever seen, but he refused to tell the kid what it was.
He hadn't even seen Louis! Not even during breakfast! The only other person outside was Willy, still stationed at the watchtower. AJ's curious mind and talkative nature tried to squeeze as much info out of the young boy, but he was able to keep his mouth shut for once.
It all led him to sit beside Clementine in an unusual silence for the two, one that didn't sneak past her. Nothing AJ did - or in this case, didn't - could slip by her radar. "Why the long face kiddo?" Clem bumped her elbow into his shoulder, attempting to steal his attention.
AJ picked at a speck of dry skin on his hand, sporting a very obvious pout. "Did I do something wrong?"
That caught her off guard. Her leg trembled from both the cold and her deeply-bundled nerves. Keeping a secret, especially one she knew AJ was going to love, was tougher than she thought. "What makes you think that?" Her eyes moved rapidly from AJ and the school doors, keeping her crossed fingers hidden beneath her thigh. The other kids better be done soon...
"No one is talking to me. Like when I shot Marlon and everyone got mad at me. I didn't like that and I don't like this." He kicked at the air, his little legs still too short to touch the ground.
"I'm sure everything is fine-"
As her hand reached out to hold him, he pulled himself away, jumping straight to his feet. "Don't say that! I know you're lying!"
His desperation near broke her heart. She could never say no to his cute face, damn him. Heaving a sigh of defeat, she gave in. "Okay fine, follow me." The other kids would surely be pissed at her for letting on too early, but she would rather that than an upset AJ.
And boy did that remove the frown from his face. He bounded around her as she got her crutches in order, kicking up sparkling snow behind him. "Where are we going?"
"The music room-"
The young boy had bolted off before she could finish, reminding her of another young boy she used to know when this all started. "Slow down, kiddo! You're not the one on crutches!"
His eagerness outweighed Clem's command, which was usually his law. He could hear muted talking from within Louis' music room, a few giggles here and there too. He crept closer to the door, utilising his amazing ninja skills. His tiny hand gripped the tinier doorknob, opening the door just a crack to find...huh?
The doorknob was set free from his hand, which had now fallen loosely by his side as he took one quiet step into the room. "What's this?" AJ disturbed the other kids, finding them in compromising positions. Louis was on his very tip-toes, tying some blue tinsel around the fireplace, Aasim and Ruby were lighting the last of the candles as Violet was gently moving the gramophone back into it's original place.
It was a real life record scratch moment.
"Oh shit," Louis broke the silence first, drawing everyone's line of sight to the intruder. He chucked the last of the tinsel up onto the mantle in a careless manner before throwing his hands into the air. "Happy birthday AJ!"
The other kids all dropped what they were doing, raising their hands in line with Louis. "Happy birthday!"
Said child stood there with his mouth hung wide open, taking in the sight. "What?" It was the only word racing through his mind.
Louis kneeled down to his level, sporting one of the biggest smiles AJ had ever seen. "It's your birthday little dude, gotta celebrate it big time."
"My...birthday?" Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat-
Willy tugged on the thick tinsel that ran from the fireplace to Louis' piano. "We managed to scrounge up some decorations from the drama class."
"And we re-used the banner from the party back when these guys got kidnapped." Ruby pointed to the banner above the doorway. The original message 'We're getting them back' had been scribbled out and somehow replaced with 'Happy birthday Alvin Junior'.
AJ spun around, his eyes bouncing between all the bright decor; the flickering candles, the weird fuzzy stuff on the piano, it was all so new. "You did this..for me?"
A slightly puffed Clementine finally made her way into the room, smiling with pure glee at how well her friends decorated the space. She stood beside her boy, trying to decipher what he was feeling. "What do you think AJ?"
"It's awesome!" He threw his hands up into the air.
Louis looked between his friends, all of them sharing evil little smiles. "So, who wants to go first?"
"First in what?" AJ questioned, nearly vibrating at wondering what else they could have planned.
Clementine gently nudged him forward with her crutch, pushing him into the centre of the room. "Gift-giving."
"Gifts?" He continued to question. So much new knowledge in such a short span of time.
Louis dead-panned, merely wanting the festivities to begin. "If you keep asking questions we're going to be here all day. Of course, we got you gifts! It's a thing you give someone to show appreciation or celebrate, and today little dude we're celebrating you."
"I'll go first since my gift is the coolest," Violet was guided over to AJ by Ruby, her smile never wavering. From behind her back she presented a roll up parchment, the corners slightly ripped.
AJ pulled it open and blinked rapidly, taking in the faded faces and text. "Green Day? What's that mean?"
"They were a really cool band, before everything happened," Violet nodded to the outside world. "I figured you could hang it up in your room. If I ever find one of their records, you'll be the first to listen, little man." Slowly guiding her hand to the curve of his shoulder, she gave him a gentle punch.
AJ was still hung up on why a day would be green but appreciated the thought from Violet nonetheless. "They look cool...but what's on their eyes?"
Green Day was a rare source of joy from Violet's sordid childhood, a fleating sense of nostalgia washed over her as she came to realise it'll do the same for him.
Ruby skipped closer to AJ once Violet took a seat on the piano stool, thankful that she got to go next. "I figured since you've become an A+ gardener, you could have this little guy," She brandished from behind her back a small pot, with an even smaller plant inside. "If you take good care of it, he'll grow big and strong."
"Just like me!" AJ was near bursting at the seams; the flower was rather dainty, small and barely purple, yet ready to flourish.
She gently pinched his cheek, gushing openly. "Just like you," Ruby bounced away on her feet, feeling another sense of pride at impressing the tot. She patted Aasim on the back, which turned more into a push when he didn't catch onto her actions. "C'mon, it's your turn now!"
Aasim shuffled over, not bothering to hide his gift. He cleared his throat before passing it to AJ. "Here dude," In his grasp laid a tightly bound book, his name carved into the leather cover. His precious journal that he guarded so dearly the night they first met.
AJ took it gently, treating the book as if it were made of glass. "But it's yours?" He questioned, remembering their first encounter. How times had changed.
Aasim shrugged, unsure of what to say. Dammit, he had this all planned out beforehand! "It's ours. Think of it as 'Ericson's History Volume One', you can finish it off if you like."
"This is cool, I hope I can write as good as you." AJ was so captured by his friend's neat handwriting, he didn't notice Aasims' sincere smile.
"My turn!" Willy yelled, pushing Aasim out of the way in the process. His gift was the only wrapped one, albeit it was wrapped in old textbook pages. A tear in the paper revealed a small piece of wood shining through. "It's a slingshot! Mitch and I used to hit walkers with them all day, now we can!"
AJ hadn't even finished tearing the paper away, but his heart still soared. "That's cool, I wish Mitch was here." He added quietly.
Willy lowered his head, gently fidgeting with his own fingers. "Me too."
Their friend's passing left a forever space in every room, an unnerving emptiness that will never go away.
"Okay Willy, my turn," Omar butted in, wanting to steer the conversation back to the joy. He handed AJ a wooden spoon with a neat little bow wrapped around the handle. "It's my best spoon. You can use it to help me cook dinner tonight."
Louis whipped his head to Omar, shooting daggers from his eyes. "You never let anyone help!"
Omar kept a strong smile as he turned to his friend, unphased. "No, I don't let you help because unlike you the kid actually listens to instructions."
"I listen, just like to take a more...casual approach to cooking." He shrugged, finding a sudden interest in his shoes.
"If by casual you mean undercooking the fish, then sure."
Louis poked his tongue out at his friend before sauntering over to AJ, ready to present the greatest gift of all fucking time. "I figured it's time for an upgrade, say goodbye to that crusty knife," Louis whipped out a small bar stool from behind him, holding it out in front of the boy. "I present...Stoolio! Get it? Cause it's a stool."
"Nope!" AJ beamed brighter than Clem had ever seen, despite the joke flying way over his head. Louis just had that effect on people. The stool was heavier than it seemed, as it immediately hit the floor when AJ took ahold of it. The faded wood declaring the weapons' age, AJ traced the deep cracks with his fingers. "I think I'll call it CJ, Chairles Junior, like my name."
"That's a much better name. It's strong like you too. It defeats monsters, protects people and looks super cool." He purred, selling the gift as only the best of the best.
AJ looked between his new weapon and Louis, letting the weight of it settle in his small palms. It was stronger than his little knife, though not as easy to hold as his gun. But if Louis could do it, so could he. "Sounds more like you."
Clementine noticed the hitch in Louis' breath, both their hearts thumping from the young boys' sentiment. Louis could feel his heart slip up into his throat, thumping faster than his breathing could keep up. "Uh, wow, thank you. It's both of us."
If only AJ was aware of how much his statement meant to Louis, how he would hold onto it during his weakest hours. If that kid could believe in him, he must be doing something right.
Louis cleared his throat, choking back a quiet sob as his heart settled back down. "There's one final surprise, from all of us." He hopped over to a box beside the ladder, dragging Omar over with him.
The boys reached into the box and began to lift something of great weight, as they struggled to keep a tight grip. "Just don't ask how we got it." Omar heaved, forgetting just how little muscle he truly had.
From the box emeregd something AJ could only imagine in his wildest daydreams. A...giant...Disco Broccoli!
The tot stood in pure disbelief, his jaw hanging wide open. "Is that-"
"Oh hell yeah it is," Louis sneered, maybe just a little more excited than AJ.
The boys set it down besides the dusty fireplace, with Omar wiping his brow. "You like it?"
AJ wandered closer, getting a better look. It was certainly Disco Broccoli, despite there being a hole in his cartoon hand. He had the cool glasses and everything! But he looked...funny. "What...what is it?"
Louis clasped the tots' shoulder, it was always a fun venture showing him something from the old world. Seeing the wonder in his wide eyes, made the hassle Louis went through to get the damn thing worth it. "It's a pinata, bro! You hit it and stuff is supposed to come out."
Omar tapped the side of the pinata, being greeted by a soft echo. "There's nothing in it, but it's still fun to hit."
"You can use Chairles Junior there." Louis was nearly bouncing at the idea as he handed the stool leg to the birthday boy, ready for the absolute carnage he was about to witness.
AJ gripped his new(ish) weapon tightly, eyeing down the funny looking Disco Broccoli. "Awesome."
Clem watched from the piano as AJ tried to lift the stool above his head, nearly tipping over from its' weight. Her thoughts drifted to a dream she had, Lees' words at the forefront of her thoughts. "Wanting to give him a childhood, but knowing what it takes for him to survive."
"You okay, Clem?" Louis bumped his shoulder with hers, breaking her away from her memories.
Nodding slightly, Clementine hoped he couldn't notice the tears in her eyes. "Yeah, thanks for this. It's amazing."
"No problemo, it's good to see him smile."
Clem continued to watch AJ laughing with his friends, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "He's been doing that a lot since we've arrived here."
Louis continued to gaze at her, despite her not noticing. "You both have."
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Just as it had always been, Clem and AJ sat side by side together on the steps of the courtyard, appreciating the rare beauty of the sunset. The sky a gallery of purely blue and purple. Clem disrupted the silence first, after having spent a lengthy amount of time remembering Rebecca and Alvin, wondering if they would be proud of their young boy. "Can I admit something?"
AJ curiously turned to her, awaiting with an eager tap in his foot.
"I don't actually know if today is your birthday," She pouted. "I know it's at the start of winter, but that's it. There were no calendars, no way to check the date. I just kinda had to guess every year. I also don't know how old you actually are." If she had to guess, either six or seven. Without access to a calendar, all these years trying to keep track of the fleeting months grew tiresome and redundant. Each day was the same, a date made no difference. Hell, she wasn't even sure of her own age anymore.
"Maybe I'm a thousand years old!" He bounced like the truly giddy child he was.
Clem laughed openly into the chilly air. "Sure thing, Grandpa." She pushed at his shoulder before looking back at the sky, knowing deep within her gut that Alvin and Rebecca were smiling with her.
They remained in a balanced silence for a while, until AJ turned back to her. "I don't think it matters. I get bigger and stronger every day, no matter how old I am I'll always protect us."
Clementine wrapped her arm around him, pulling him in close the same way she always had and the same way she always will. "I know you will, forever," She pressed a firm kiss to the top of his head, smiling into his thick hair. "Wanna know what we're having for dinner?"
"What?"
"Beans with apple slices."
"BEANS!"
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