#also..-- tempted to move him back to his old blog

[wh1msic4alwasab1]

𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐬𝐫/𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𓍼 𐙚 𓍢ִ໋🀦

art cred: gnillhem (x), howdong_ (x), mimmirii_ (insta)

❀ synopsis: how various men would love their chubby gfs <3

❀ genre: smut

❀ a/n: as a chonky gal myself this was so fun to write, also this was an ankn req from my old blog!

❀ tags: nsfw, mirror sex, praise, explicit, vulgar, cunnalingus, riding, fluff(?)

❀ Gallagher- You can’t tell me this man isn’t obsessed with curvy women. Absolutely enthralled by all your dips and mounds; feasting his eyes all over your figure and making sure no one in the bar ogles over you too hard. Just a little is fine though. Only a little.

He’s definitely possessive over you, but not controlling in the slightest.

In public, he’ll hug you from behind and squeeze you lovingly. And when you nap he’ll lay his head down on your stomach with his body inbetween your legs, loving when you graze your hand through his hair.

His hands though, love to hold every part of your body when you’re on top of him; especially your hips.

“Oh, god, right there,” you moaned, as his hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements up and down his cock. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as your skin pressed together, each movement sending a wave of pleasure through your clit. He relished in the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips, his hands roaming up her back, down your sides, never wanting to let go.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He looked at you like you were the only woman in the world.

❀ Wrio- Doesn’t necessarily care about body types, but is obsessed with thighs. Doesn’t matter where, if he’s seated next to you his hand will be placed on your knee like a brace. He rubs them with his thumb, even if he’s driving they’ll be all over you. He’s always touching you, feeling your skin against his.

Oh yeah, by the way, he’s obsessed with your thighs. So much so that he’d do anything to be buried in them.

“Stay still…” He’d plead, muffled monotone coming from between your legs as is face is stuffed in the middle. His tongue traces up and down your exposed slit, hands gripping onto the fat of your thighs as his face is completely engulfed from side to side, marked up with marks of his teeth and colors of deep purple from his tender kisses.

“Wrio-“ You moan out- tempting to open your legs as the pleasure arose, earning a loud and stinging slap on your ass from your lover.

“Still.” He affirms, continuing to wring all the cum out of you, lapping it up while massaging your thighs with his palms.

❀ Diluc- Incredibly flaunting of you, you’re his beautiful prized possession. Not that your a trophy wife, but it would be a crime against teyvat to keep the world from seeing you.

Diluc especially loves to see you in the finest silks and chiffon.

The only thing he loves to see you in other than the most expensive fibers, is just nothing at all.

Every time he undresses you, his breath hitches at the sight of your benevolence. He loves the way you feels under his touch.

His favorite way to undress you, is right infront of the mirror. Standing behind you, he unties the buttons that trail down your back. It’s his favorite dress on you, but it’s subjected to the cold marble floors like every other peice of clothing he’s torn off you.

Slowly he drops the sleeves down, moving your hair out the way so he can plant kisses to your neck, one hand snaked around from behind you to hold your neck. The other groping and squeezing your breasts, before trailing down to feel your wet folds inside your panties.

“Pull these off.” He says, and you eagerly comply, sliding your panties to the side as he watches you infront of him in the reflection.

He takes in the sight before him, his eyes roaming over your exposed body, making you feel vulnerable yet completely safe in his embrace. 'You're perfect,' he whispers, before he turns his lips to descend on yours, igniting a fire within you that can only be extinguished by him.

It’s not long before he has you sitting on the dresser opposite of the mirror so he can force you to watch him fuck you. So that you can see how hungry he is for you, with your own two eyes.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

#genshin #honkai star rail #genshin fanfic #hsr x reader #hsr #genshin imagines #genshin smut #hsr smut #diluc #wriothesley #hsr gallagher #jo’s posts #chubby reader #x chubby reader #diluc smut #gallagher smut #wriothesely x reader #wrio x reader #wrio smut #wriothesley smut #diluc x reader #gallagher x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #diluc x you #diluc fanart #diluc x y/n #wriothesley headcanons

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, thank you for the work you put into this blog. It might be a bit early, but are there any S2 fix-it recs yet?

Hi! We have a plentiful #fix-it tag now! Here are some more to add...

you're the victim of your crime by JustNerdyThings (T)

It's a simple decision, really. It's simple in the way things rarely are, in that it's not much of a decision at all. Whatever Aziraphale might stand to gain by staying in Heaven, it cannot possibly compare to what he's already lost down on Earth. So Aziraphale leaves. He miracles up his letter of resignation, pretends to clear out his still-empty desk, and leaves. And he hopes against hope that somehow, someday, Crowley might forgive him.

hungry work by CCs_World (E)

“You must understand,” Aziraphale had whispered. He was on the doorstep of the bookshop, months after his departure, looking in at Crowley — disheveled, both of them. Broken, both of them. Afraid, both of them. Hopeful, both of them. “I understand, Aziraphale,” Crowley had said back. They had stretched out a hand to Aziraphale. “Come on. Let’s think of a plan together.” And they had. Somehow, miraculously, ineffably, a second apocalypse had been averted. Heaven and Hell were cut off. They were free — truly free. And they had all the time in the universe. So, naturally, they left London. OR: After the Second Coming does not Come, Crowley and Aziraphale move to the South Downs. However, living together is difficult when there are over 6000 years of tension between them - tension which must be resolved if they are to have their happily ever after.

Trembling with tenderness by HolRose (T)

When the former demon Crowley is surprised in his Mayfair flat by a visit from his erstwhile boss and their ex-Archangel partner asking for assistance, Crowley has that familiar sinking feeling that something he did in the past has come back to bite him on the arse. When the current Supreme Archangel materialises in his flat shortly afterwards, Crowley knows the time has come for them to really talk at last. Just as soon as they’ve got rid of their visitors, that is. A post Season 2 fix-it fic in which they communicate properly, and Aziraphale demonstrates just how crafty, and also loving, he can be. This is one for those who might like something genuinely soft and romantic after the ending to Season 2.

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth by arabellas_court (E)

Aziraphale unfolded the piece of paper slowly beneath the horrid lighting. He cleared his throat and looked around, the corners of his mouth faltering just a second when he landed on Crowley. He looked down at the paper. “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth—” “Jesus Christ,” Crowley grumbled. “No, dear, he came later, remember?” ------ Crowley knows his worth. He can't take Aziraphale back immediately after how hurt he's been. And for once, Aziraphale has to work for that forgiveness. Both of them are a mess. Both of them go to therapy—unexpectedly, together. Angst with a happy ending.

Snogging on Heaven's Door by Tetrisbiene (M)

What if Aziraphale actually said, 'Do it again. Please. Right now!'? A Post-Season 2 Fanfic. Aziraphale has to go to Heaven to thwart the Second Coming, and Crowley just can't let him go alone. Follow the pair as they meet old and new faces, go to heavenly meetings, sow mischief, and tempt some angels to fall in love with humanity. May the two find a flat surface to talk things over with each other before this big promotion can tear them apart. This is the story of our ineffable idiots in a roller coaster ride of emotions, heavenly bureaucracy, and stolen kisses against doors. Have some angst, some stupid puns in the chapter titles, and an elevator ride that's basically an excuse for me to write a cheesy alternative ending to help me get over the actual finale.

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you by sunrisesinthesuburbs (T)

Aziraphale stares back at the Metatron with renewed optimism. “I know where my loyalty stands, Sir,” he starts, even managing a small smile. “And I do not need to prove myself to them. When the Time comes, they will enjoy what I’ve been working on.” He sounds convincing, really. Honest, reliable and responsible. Crowley decides this is a good time to whistle: “Someone’s getting all professional up here.” Aziraphale dares to peep in his direction, hoping to convey with one brief look everything he is thinking about: ‘Shut up, will you? I’m trying to do something here.’ Crowley smirks, of course. He really is so annoying. “Well, Aziraphale, you may not need to prove yourself to them,” the Metatron reaches for something inside his jacket, “but you need to prove yourself to me.” Aziraphale fails Heaven's test (of course), and now he has to fix an even bigger mess. Throw a messy break up and a Second Coming in the mix and, somehow, you get a getaway car and a cottage in the South Downs. A lot can happen in a day. (Post Season 2; my very own attempt at fixing things.)

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #fix-it #mod d

[bougiebutchbinch]

On Izzy Hands

Popping this on this blog too, just so it'll show up in the tags... My superior alternate suggestions for a S2 ending are under the cut. We all know I'm right.

Honesty Hour time. The reason we were all like 'I bet he's going to die' is because WHENEVER a character has a cool redemption arc OR a queer character comes out and experiences genuine queer joy for the first time in their life, their mortality rate goes up by 90%. But it was such a disappointment to be proven right.

I think we all expected better of the writing team. They've committed to doing genuinely new and interesting things with this story in the past, rather than just trotting out tired old tropes! But... not in this case.

People say they want more Zuko-esque redemption arcs, but we can't have that if every character who was A Bit Of A Dick at first gets killed off. And... c'mon. The whole arc of Izzy finding a family in the crew, and healing after being abused awfully for ages, and finding happiness, and openly embracing his queerness and disability.... then just randomly getting shot by a dude? Not even as a dramatic 'protecting someone' sacrifice? He just randomly got shot?? And we're all supposed to feel sad about that rather than just kinda let down?

Yeaaaaah, I do not think they achieved what they were going for.

I understand that a lot of that was because they had to shorten the series SO MUCH more than they wanted, but still.... it would have cost nothing to let Izzy just sail away with the rest of the crew as the Captain of the Revenge, while Ed and Stede retired!! It felt kinda like they were building towards that all season! Hell, that would've been a more meaningful progression for all of their characters.

We could still have had the scene where Izzy tells Ed he has family and that he's loved! We could've had a fake-out death where we had all the drama and expectation that he would die! Then in the last scene he comes out as the new captain to officiate Lucius and Pete's wedding!

We'd have Ed and Stede letting go of Blackbeard for good and building something new together on land - but we'd also have Izzy finally moving beyond the 'Blackbeard' persona he helped Ed create (and, arguably, did more for than Ed!). He'd be a captain who actually gives a shit about his crew, but who has learnt from Stede and Ed the importance of being a bit softer and gentler rather than brutally efficient 24/7. He evidently already admires Zheng (the face journey he goes on when she downs the big guy at Jackiez is ... it's sure something!) and I want a million more hours of them interacting. I bet they could be a super-funny duo. Plus, he could inevitably drag Stede and Ed back in next season! And get revenge on the prince who shot him!

It would've been perfect.But no, they had to kill him off because the OT3 potential was too strong, and bury a career pirate on land. Meh.

I'm tempted to watch the next season, if there is one, just for Olu/Jim/Archie/Zheng, but I can't say I care that much about the writing anymore. I won't be crying if the show does stop here, but I will be crying over everything that could have been!

#izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #ed teach #stede bonnet #ofmd meta #blackbonnet #steddyhands #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #dizzy izzy #izcourse

[polyamzeal]

X-Men '97, Episode 5 - Writing Mature Jealousy

               I want to go over episode 5 of X-Men 97, titled Remember Me, because it has a very good portrayal of how to write jealousy well and in a mature way. Now since this a polyamory blog I know everyone is just going to assume I am going to say, “All their problems would be fixed by polyamory.” As tempting as that is I am not going to do that! Well the X-Men comics have recently touched upon actual polyamory representation I don’t think it works for this incarnation in particular but I do think by looking at it through a polyamorous lens we see some very interesting stuff going on that deeply monogamous folk might miss. So I want to take this opportunity as a lesson we can all learn from about how to write portray jealousy as a more nuaniced and interesting complex emotion rather than a one-note toxic trope we often see it reduced to. Obviously spoilers below the cut.

               So going to assume you have seen episodes 1-4 up until this point so not going to spend long on setups but quick setup. Rouge and Gambit have have had an unofficial relationship that everybody knows about for some time now. But as Rogue’s old flame Magneto enters the scene she has been tempted by him. Meanwhile, Cyclops just found out that the mother of his child is actually a clone of the woman he loved instead of actually her and doesn’t know when the swap happened. Plus the original and clone share memories to make it even more complicated. Now that the clone, Madelyne Pryor, has left, Cyclops is unsure how to feel about the real Jean Grey.

                I thought I would be starting further along in the episode but let’s talk about Gambit’s arrival in Genosha. Right away we get Magneto subtlety exerting superiority over Gambit yet Gambit stays cool and doesn’t show that it bothers him. He makes a comment about two being better than three though to show that he doesn’t like Magneto interfering in his relationship. But the character drama really begins when Nightcrawler talks to Gambit. He urges Gambit to marry Rouge but Gambit replies about how he knows that Rogue wants somebody other than him and he basically says that he doesn’t deserve love. You see, Gambit has done a lot of shady stuff in his past and while he may act cool deep down he feels like Rogue deserves someone better than him. So we have a dichotomy between Gmabit’s brain that approves of Rogue hooking up with another man and his heart who does still want her all to himself as selfish as that is. This internal struggle makes up the entire character arc for Gambit this episode.

               But let us move on the first of many big shockers of the episode! Jean Grey kissing Wolverine! As Jean is reminiscing about what to do about Cyclops and how they have been distant, Wolverine tries to give her advice as a friend. But he also slips up and lets out some of his own romantic feelings for her. Unexpectedly she returns them with a kiss! I get the vibe that a lot of fans might have cheered in celebration, “Wolverine is going to get the girl like he should unlike that jerk, Cyclops!” But as Wolverine just reminded us, he is far more mature than that. In an act of true selflessness, he instead forgives her for her cheating and tells her to instead go patch things up with Cyclops. He made it clear that he loves her but also he has been down this road before and knows that he isn’t the best man for her and if he really cares about her then she needs to be with the right man for her, Cyclops. This is actually very similar to the dichotomy Gambit suffers but with a 100 more years of experience and maturity, he commits to his brain over his heart and without the same hesitation.

               We get a quick cut back to Rogue and Magneto who gives this great line, “As with Gambit, loving you makes broken men whole." But let us have them on pause for just a little bit longer.

               Instead let us focus on Cyclops having a touching intimate moment with who we think is Jean but instead it is the clone, Madelyne, having a psychic affair with him from half-way across the world. Not related to the topic of this article but a nice little extra detail is that Emma Frost, another telepath, totally 'saw' everything that Madelyne was doing. But back to the affair, Jean interrupts them and a drama-bomb explodes! Cyclops admits that he loves both Jean Grey and Madelyne Pryor but again I am not resorting to “non-monogamy is the answer here.” Afterall a psychic-powered clone is involved here, more than just a twin, so not exactly normal real life situration. But it does bring up hard questions of how to choose just one. Again Cyclops’s brain is probably telling him the one he loves is Jean Grey, that seems like the right answer. But his heart loves his son and therefor loves the one who he knows is the actual mother, Madelyne. As such we have the 3rd brain-heart romance dichotomy of the episode except this one has the most uncertainty and confusion involved. On the other side with Jean, we get into the philosophical question of having memories of loving someone versus feeling love for someone. It is deep! The Phoenix urging Jean to travel the cosmos might also seem unrelatable to real-life but I think you can equate it to someone that has a job opportunity to travel and make more money but they would need to leave behind their lover, something lots of people do struggle with.

One last thing I want to address is again I am sure some fans are extra mad at Jean in this scene. She just cheated on Cyclops and now she is mad at Cyclops for cheating on her. This level of hypocrisy might rub me people extra rough. But I want to ask this question, would she have been more or less mad at Cyclops’s cheating if she did not just cheat herself first? I think either has its arguments but I honestly think less. She knows she cheated and messed up so now she is putting in effort to mend and fix that. Just to see that Cyclops is also cheating but not repenting like she did. This anger she is taking out on him for cheating is amplified by her own guilt and shame for having just cheated as well. Maybe even more fueled by being rejected by Wolverine as well. It is spicey but also very realistic.

               Back to Rogue and Gambit. How is Gambit going to find about Rogue’s relationship with Magneto? In what way will he discover them in the act and cause drama? Actually, she comes right out and confesses to him. I love them avoiding that trope and instead giving us a brutally honest heart-wrenching confession scene instead. And again, Gambit does not react like a 13-year child, instead he calmly asks if she is going to accept it. Explains how he has respected her wishes to not be official but this still hurts. Rogue unloads her heart upon him explaining her unmet needs, the physical incompatibility they have together. And we are given the very realistic question of physical needs versus non-physical needs. Are physical needs a deal-breaker in a relationship? The scene concludes with Gambit being as smooth as always by saying he bets Magneto will break her heart but until then he will respect just being friends with her and givers her permission to pursue Magneto. He maturely wants what is best for her even though it hurts him.

               As we transition to the Gala itself we see Rogue living it up in her full splendor! Magneto joins her and they make a big spectacle of the two touching which Gambit sees. This is another scene I have seen some people have very weird takes on Gambit’s emotions here. Many read anger and jealousy as I am sure many in the same shoes would feel. But I see more of the dichotomy at war again. He wants best for her and sees outright that Magneto can give her something he can’t. He even says as much to Madelyn right beforehand. He is happy for her but it still hurts and is just too much hurt for him to handle so he has to step away to protect his own feelings out of respect for Rogue.

               By the way, the animation on Rogue is beautiful here! There is so much visual storytelling going on with her feelings that shown more than told. We get the sense that she really wants this and indulges in it to the fullest. But there are still doubts in the back of her mind. Is it all for real or just a performance that she has bought into. She enjoys it and had fun but decides that she actually does want Gambit more.

               Rightful so the rest of the episode from this point on does not have much time for romantic drama. What I do really like is we get to see the Gambit-Rogue-Magneto love triangle function under an emergency. A terrorist attack happens and they all put on their work face, because this is the work that they handle. Any romantic squabbles are set aside. Magneto asks Gambit the situation without any of previous boosting over him or even hard feelings that Rogue just admitted to choosing him. And then immediately they form a plan as a team to take care of the threat like they always would. They are professionals. We do get a scene of Rogue trying to save Magneto and Gambit needing to hold her back. Then Magneto protects not just Rogue but both of them as he sacrifices himself. Again understanding that feelings can’t get involved here, they have a duty to protect people.

               Some people find the final scene extra tragic because Gambit died thinking Rogue choose Magneto over him. But I don’t think it matters. He would have sacrificed himself to save her regardless of what she choose.

               To summarize they are some many scenes in this episode where I expected characters to follow troupes and throw jealousy-fueled temper tantrums. Instead it was one of the most refreshingly mature portrayals of adult jealousy I have seen in any show. No, the answer is not “Polyamory would have fixed all of this.” But instead we get, “Toxic monogamy is not the only way to write a story.” It makes the characters so much more relatable and enjoyable to watch just to see them not drown in toxic monogamy and petty jealousy. I hope more stories can learn from these examples.

#x men 97 #jealousy #non-monogamy #writting #Storytelling

[secretsandwritings-blog]

Campus Latte, Wait No, Americano

[Tag: Alternative Universe - College/Universe, Getting to Know Each Other, Keith and Lance are Co-workers, Feelings Realization, Emotional Rollercoaster, Cliffhangers / AO3 Link]

by secretsandwritings-blog

Keith seems like a good guy - a great guy even and certainly not because he just wiped sweat off of Lance’s face, but Lance seems to ponder on the thought why Pidge didn’t tell him about Keith when he started working here for whatever reason it might be. Lance slaps his face a bit and puffs out an exhale then gets up from the chair leaving the computer room turning the lights off once he left the room.

Lance smirkingly and quietly creeps up behind Pidge to ask her, “Who’s fucking idea was to place that bet?” Creeped out she yelps but his hand covers it to silence the commotion. She forcefully takes his hand off her mouth and hits him in the arm a couple of times, she might leave a bruise on him which he wouldn’t care all that much about unlike the idea of who placed the bet.

He knows it was her but he wants to get her to admit it and not play dumb with him which she might do like, she’s done a couple times to gaslight him. Now Keith is somewhere else in the library though, Lance just saw him at the desk a couple minutes ago when peaked out of the crack of the door now he's gone poof. Eh it’s whatever, he’ll find him again surely and hopefully he can invite him out for a coffee.

She admitted that it was her which led him to give her a bear hug with a cheeky eating grin. She kicked her feet once he lifted her off the ground and her hushed yelling was telling him to put her down. He pecks her cheek then puts her down and ruffs up her hair. He skips over to Hunk to ask him if he knew where Keith was. Hunk told him then he skipped over to the elevator to go downstairs to the basement.

It was pitch dark once he got down there and heard Keith probably trying to find the light switch. Lance flicks on the light, “Let there be light I say,” he chuckles out. Keith flitched his hands into fists to protect himself.

“Woah there buddy, it’s just me, the one from the computer room?” he reassured Keith. He let out a tired sigh of relief. Lance moved the book cart out of the way to make it to Keith. “Do you even clock out at six, Mr. Keith?” he wondered and Keith cocked his head no. Welp that was a bit surprising to say the least.

“So what are you doing down here by yourself, Keith?” he pondered. Keith just shrugged and tucked in his shirt. Lance just started to move boxes out of the way and flicked on more lights. Lance had his back facing Keith as he was moving boxes out of the way. He was certain that they were in the basement even though not a whole lot of students talked about the basement.

He wonders why that is as he finds some old text books and some current ones. Were they just tossed down here? He could use them since they are for his class. He picks up a couple and moves them by the elevator to bring them up. This room is so dusty that it’s messing with Keith’s allergies. There was a faint smell of coffee also, not just a weird chemical and dusty smell.

“Oh yuck!,” Keith mumbled. Lance turned around with his brows furrowed and made it over to Keith. Lance lurked behind Keith to see what he was looking at. It was a cobweb… He didn’t blame him for finding it gross. Keith angled his head to hear where the steady breathing was coming from only to see that Lance was an inch away from touching him.

He scooted upwards to make more distant from them. Lance's eyes just followed Keith to where he was walking. He was so in trance with Keith that it was becoming a problem, he couldn’t even hear Keith because he was staring at him so intensely. He was so focused on the scar that was on his face and was so, so tempted to go up to Keith and touch it.

None of them said a word so it was just silence in the basement. Lance just studied Keith as he followed his movements. There are ‘some’ things that he noticed about him:

° His face - it was a bit short, squared, and had a mole and scar on it

° His hair -it was long like a wolf cut, dark, but wavy and gentle

° His hands - they were pale, chipped, callused, rough, small, pale but soft

° His shirt - it had probably been a family members; his father - Shiro’s work shirt and was bagged

° His pants - they were a dark blue skinny that nicely carved his legs

° His shoes - they have been in use for a bit indicating the dirt on them but well taken care of

° His jewelry - it was symbolic kind of: a necklace that had the three birthstone on it with initials, rings on his hands shaped the softness of them and one was definitely an old wedding ring, and the dog tags representing that Keith was a military brat

° His personality - that he wasn’t really talkative, shy, a bit cocky, and he was modest

° His smell - that he smelled like coffee and it was very clean also a very musky smell (in a sexy way)

All the things he noticed about him was like reading a book that was very easy to read. Keith didn't know what was up with Lance trying to follow him everywhere but he doesn’t want to shoo him away. He weirdly likes his company with him even when they’re saying nothing. He seems the first guy (other than Hunk) to not make him uncomfortable by staring at him. It was something with those long eyelashes or the darkness of his brown eyes.

Katie did tell them that they do get lighter when coming across sunlight which he doesn’t doubt. Everywhere Keith would turn there would be Lance moving something out of the way for either Keith’s concern or his. He doesn’t know if Lance is selfish since Katie says he can be at times like, isn’t that everyone? Lance just followed him because of his smell and his want of getting to know him. He was growing concerned for himself because who the fuck would be obsessed with a smell?

Keith began to study some things about Lance and he wouldn't be too shocked if Lance had already done this. He did this while they stopped in a little nook in the basement that was less dusty than the rest of it. Keith did a second glance at what Lance was reading (he is reading: Little Woman and enjoying it).

° His face - it was a bit long, square rounded, and freckled also he has smile lines - he is definitely the one who would make the room light up with laughter and that he smiles a whole lot, or that he’s very dehydrated

° His hair -it wasn’t too long, it was kept behind his ears, dark, and curly

° His hands - they were long, tan, bony but gentle, and pinkish around the knuckles

° His shirt - it had small holes in the shirt around the neckline and bottom - it was a way to let him know that he’ll keep things even if they are slight destroyed

° His pants - they were khaki work pants and nice shade of light brown

° His shoes - they were taken care of very nice but they were very old from noticing the small holes in the heel of the shoes

° His jewelry - he only wore a watch, it was a hand-me-down from someone much older, probably a grandparent; a grandfather

° His smell - it’s a very clean smell, so he takes care of himself which is why his skin is so smooth looking

“Are you seriously reading Little Woman?” Keith pondered dryly. Lance creeped a peak at Keith with unamusement and just shook his head in disbelief. Keith went back to fiddling with the wallpaper.

“Also why are you down here with me?” Keith wondered. He didn’t know if this was normal for Lance to be following people around. Is he the first one to be followed? Is he going to keep him down here? So many questions flooded Keith’s head that he had to sit down.

“Didn’t want you getting lost down here but more importantly, why are you down here?”

The question was dry but weirdly caring? The manner he asked the question reminded him of his father. It was somewhat hilarious that a stranger that he had barely known for an hour could remind him of his father. He meets Lance’s eyes and notices the copy of Little Woman is put down on the book cart.

Something about the dim room made his eyes seem darker than they were so they were creepy and comforting at the same time to the extent of his long eyelashes. The eyelashes and the beauty mark above his eyebrow was very catching to the eyes.

“I was told to get a book cart from down here so I could restock the books in the nonfiction section”

“That’s it? A cart?”

“Yes. Just a cart”

Interesting, but he literally passed by two of them.

“Keith, you passed by two of them”

“I did?”

“Right when the elevator opens there are two right there”

“Well, I couldn’t see them”

He doesn’t blame him for not seeing them because the light wasn’t on though, the light switch was next to the elevator button. Was he rambling on for an excuse so he could hang out here?

“I don’t blame you for that but you could’ve used your phone’s flashlight to find the light switch”

“My phone is upstairs”

“Why wouldn’t you take it down with you?”

“You surly ask a lot of questions for a guy I just met an hour ago”

“Two hours actually, but like I said I would like to get to know you and you said I had until six to do so”

“Oh, um, I have nothing to say to that,” Keith was flustered and taken aback at how sassy Lance was.

He didn’t think he was sassy since what he had heard for the past two weeks of working there from Katie and Hunk. The tips of his ear were starting to get warm from just looking at him. He had never encountered someone like this before and he wasn’t sure if he was scared, turned on, or annoyed (he was a mix of all three actually).

Lance just chuckled at Keith’s embarrassment, “Well, I guess I have to meet you tomorrow Keith,” he said. Keith figured he was bummed out for not getting to know him – which he was but he didn’t show.

“I don’t know if I’ll be working tomorrow though,”

“Then where shall I meet you tomorrow? The coffee shop around the corner?”

“Uh yeah? I guess that’ll work”

“Great! See you around 2 tomorrow and, sit by a window”

…

Did Lance just ask him for a coffee date? No, he’s just getting to know him, that's all. But isn’t that a first date all about? Getting to know the person? Is he overthinking this or. . ?

Lance gets up from where he was leaning against and dragged Keith along by the wrist with the books he left at the elevator. It was an hour and half after six o’clock so his shift was done already. Lance walked over to Jennifer (the actual librarian of the school) with his wallet out to pay for the books. The books were older editions that he wanted to pay for which were about 50-80 dollars.

“Falta algo en tu teléfono móvil. Mi número,” Lance mumbled to himself with his head cocked over to Keith’s direction, smiling brightly. Jennifer giggled at his silly little statement about Keith not having Lance's number already.

Which caught Keith’s attention and he could tell that he was confused. He walked up to the front desk and went to grab a pen and paper to write down his number. He wrote it down and made it back over to Keith to place his number in his back pocket but with a diverting tactic he switched his attention to him tapping his shoulder on the way out.

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The night that Lance and Keith closed the library together then Keith went straight to Katie’s apartment. He just unlocked the door of the apartment and went right past Hunk and her to the room he was staying in. He was clearly still flustered about what happened down in the basement. She was working on ordering some food for her and Hunk to eat.

“Do you want to tell me what happened with Keith?” she asked, kind of worried.

“NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT,” he yelled from his room.

“And why not?”

“I don’t want to..”

“Don’t tell me he hurt your feelings, Keith,” she says, in disbelief and taking a gulp of her weird cocktail concussion she made that smells like fruit punch.

He didn’t know how to word it with her since he didn’t know if it would make sense. He just rotted away on the bed and she just sat at the end of it. She put her cup down and tugged at his foot and gave him a smack on the back of his upper thigh (she smacked his hamstrings).

“Did you just smack my ass?”

“Oh please, don’t ever say that again, and don’t even flatter the idea of me touching your nasty bum,” she sniped, unamused of his ideology of her touching his ass. She would definitely wash her hands afterward. He just buried himself into pillows and she asked Hunk to help her tug him off the bed.

They dragged him into the living room area to question him. She grabs her cup on the way out and just stares at him till he tells her what happened when her and Hunk left. Hunk is a little tipsy at the moment from all the drinking they’ve done, so she shoots him away somewhere in the apartment. She joins him on the floor and continues to stare at him.

“Staring at me isn’t crack me open, Katie”

“I have a crowbar, will that open you up instead?”

He didn’t know what to say, “Are you threatening to hit me with a crowbar?” He was just in shock.

She giggled at his stupidity, she wasn’t going to hit him with it, though she was thinking about it. Him and Lance being clueless about people they like annoys her so bad because some of the time the person likes them back but they don’t believe that they will.

“You creep me out, you know that, right?”

“Oh, for sure, I know”

She seemed a little proud of that answer and that made him nervous.

“We only talked in the creepy basement and that is ALL. He also told me to meet him in the coffee shop next door since I didn’t know if I’ll be working tomorrow”

“Well, did he give you his number?”

Everything goes silent. He didn’t know if he did. Keith was planning on giving his number to Lance in the computer room but he didn’t have time to slip to him. He rushed the encounter with him and now he’s feeling guilty about not giving Lance his number.

“No, he didn’t”

“Oh, c’mon, I know Lance like the back of my mind…check your back pocket,” she says with a smirky grin. He was clearly confused by what she meant.

“Keith motherfucking Kogane check your back pocket or I’ll get that crowbar out of my car and hit you,” she told him without looking in his eyes (more importantly, at the fear in his eyes). Boy was petrified of her. This small human? Being this intimidating?

He lets out a sigh, “See he didn’t give me his number it’s just random paper I’ve carried around all day,” as he said it the sheet of paper with Lance's number fell out of the crumpled paper pile.

“Well, I’m going to call bullshit,” she says, pulling up the sheet of paper with Lance’s number on it.

How did Lance sneak his number into Keith’s back pocket? When did he have the time to sneak into his pocket? He was writing something while giggling and buying his books at the front desk, is that when he did it? It wasn’t as wrinkled as the other paper that was from his pocket. Hmm, maybe, it’s a possibility.

“Are you going to put his number in your phone or did you forget your phone again?”

“I didn’t forget it,” he says, then realizes that he did.

“I’m not driving you so walk the legs that God gave you”

“I thought you didn’t believe in God?”

“I’m agnostic not atheist, Keithy boy”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, now get walking, running, or whatever you have to do to get there before Jenni locks its doors”

He sighs then runs toward the library to pick up his phone. He makes eye contact with Jennifer who is locking up the door.

“Wait Jenn, I need to get my phone from the counter”

“Oh actually, I have it! Here you go,” she says, giving him his phone with a small smile.

“Oh. Thanks so much!”

“Anytime Keith and, you might want to keep your phone on you at all times if you keep forgetting it”

“I’ll start doing that actually,” he says with a weak chuckle…

When he made it back to Katie’s apartment it reeked of Thai curry and a mix of Chinese food? He wasn’t too sure about what he was smelling. The spices made him sneeze upon opening the door.

“What the hell are you two even eating?”

“Thai food now come eat, Keith”

“What about Lance’s number?”

“I can give it to you later but seriously, come eat”

She tapped the stool next to her on the island and let him dish out what he wanted to eat. It was spicier than the one that they had yesterday. It was making his nose run so he grabbed a napkin to wipe away the snot and drool.

He took a break from eating, “Do you know why he might’ve given me his number?”

She puts her fork down and just gives him a look of disbelief. He doesn’t know what that look means.

“You are seriously clueless just like he is, most of the time”

“What?”

“I’m saying you’re both idiots and that he wants to hang out with you, you know, to get to know you”

“Why me though?” He was just so confused for a guy who just met Lance. Pidge knows that Lance would find him interesting but it’ll take time for Keith to warm up to Lance.

“He probably finds you interesting,” she says, giving a small punch to his arm.

“I am not interesting”

“Yeah, okay, Keithy boy and with enough time you’ll find him interesting too”

“Haha, I don’t think so”

“Trust me, you will and you’ll love him”

Keith rolls his eyes at her silly comment like sure he'll fall for Lance.

— [ SAWB; KG: “Thank you so much for reading these! Took me a while to really think of them but if you are wanting more headcanons then you can certain suggest a character and what type of hc’s you’re wanting on the day of or after April 28th” ]—

#secretsandwritingg’s work #voltron legendary defender #fandom fanfic #voltron fanfic #klance au #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge holt #hunk garrett #allura voltron #CO: secretsandwritings on AO3

[ser-rctslcyer]

Show Me The Sun || Poe Dameron

Pairing: Poe Dameron x AFAB! Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Synopsis:  Day 6 + Cock Warming + Morning Sex

Warnings:  NSFW, Coded Language (clit & cunt), Cockwarming, Teasing, Morning Sex, Breeding 

A/N:  These are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! Also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed I will also block!!!

Chirps and howls echoed softly throughout the whole, as the forest animals of Ajan Kloss awoke. 

Light seeps in through the old rusted shudders that won’t quite shut all the way; you stir at the feeling of the warm glow over you. Your eyes open sluggishly taking in the fuzzy blurred shapes around you until you blink a few times until they adjust. You begin to stretch, trying to shake yourself of your slumber when you feel your core squeeze; tingles shooting through your stomach and down your legs. Suddenly you’re aware of the body behind you, turning you watch as Poe sleeps comfortably; arm still slung over your hip keeping you caged to him. The memories of last night come rushing back too fast, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you remembered he’s still buried inside of you— still full. 

Cursing quietly, you try to not move too much as you relax back into your spot against him. As you settle, you attempt not to focus on the soreness of your hips or how your throat still aches; trying not to arouse any more feelings from last night. You try to lure yourself back to sleep by closing your eyes, but your mind is too wide awake to agree. You tilt your head back glancing over his face, enjoying his relaxed expression until his brows furrowed and slowly he opened his eyes. 

“Good morning,” you smile, nudging his chin gently with your head. His hand drags sweetly over his hip, massaging gently as a yawn left him. 

“Morning,” his voice was rich and thick with sleep; a low hum followed as he pressed his nose against your temple.

“Comfortable?”  

“Very,” he exhales pleasantly right behind your ear and you shiver. He tugs you closer, hips instinctively shifting closer to your backside, intentionally pressing himself deeper inside of you. You bite the side of your cheek to stop the gasp that threatens to leave you, but you only clamp down harder over his cock. A groan leaves past his lips, hips knocking gently against your ass and you both shake.

“Shit, sorry,” you apologize hastily, keeping your movements slow as you looked back up at him. His eyes were shut again, tongue darting between his lips before they open again; a sensual look in his dark orbs. 

“It’s fine,” he assured, his voice infinitely more awake than it was minutes ago. “I didn’t realize you still had it in you, sweetheart,” his taunts are filled with an unmistakable hunger; one you know all too well from the countless nights, mornings, and breaks spent with your lover.

He always had an itch for sex, especially after he started dating you. 

“I don’t!” you shriek, tossing your hand back to smack him on the shoulder,  “I just– I forgot you were still inside me when I woke up,” you huffed, letting your eyes fall from his. The room falls to an awkward silence and you hope he’s just dropped the subject. 

“You forgot?”

“Not everything, I meant– I just meant– “ you stutter trying to find the right words when he bursts out into chuckles. You glare, watching joyous laughter leave him; his hand flying up to cover his face. 

“I’m sorry, I’m only teasing,” he waves the hand in front of his face, passively and you 

“You are impossible, Dameron,” you groan, turning back and pressing the side of your face deeper into your pillow; trying to hide your embarrassment. 

Part of you begins to move and start your day without him in protest when his arm drapes back over you. Your lips part, ready to make a complaint when his palm presses flat against your lower stomach; fingers ghosting over your cunt. You tense, clenching around his cock which draws another 

You’re tempted to move and get your day started without him when his arm drapes back over you. You part your lips ready to make a complaint when his palm presses flat against your cunt. You tense again clenching around him, causing you to whine. You can feel the low chuckle reverberate from his chest as his fingers brush over your clit and you feel the pit of heat begin to grow in your stomach. He circles slowly over the sensitive nub, keeping his touch feathery light to keep you wanting. Moans trickle out of your lips as he plays with you; your eyes fluttering shut as your pleasure grew. You know he could keep you like this for a while, just picking you apart until he finally let you come but this was different; like he’s too impatient to wait. Your head lulls back, sighing at the slickness between your thigh;  a whimper leaving you when you feel how hard he was inside of you– and you clench down harder.  

“Poe.”

“Something a matter?” amusement seeps from his voice, sending thrills down your spine. The pad of his middle finger pushes down harder, sending shockwaves through your gut as your juices drip down over his cock. 

“You know what it is,” you murmur, biting your bottom lip to stop any more noise from leaving you— you weren’t going to let him freely get his enjoyment out of you. 

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” you hiss, reaching out and grabbing his wrist, and he pauses. 

“Do you want me to stop?” even though he was entertained a few seconds ago, the question is legitimate coming from a true place of care; and so you ponder for a minute. 

“No.” 

“Good,” the satisfaction oozes out of him as his fingers start again; faster and unrelenting. You drop your hand weakly, digging your fingers into the sheets as your hips start to rock against them on your own. His lips brush over the back of your ear before dipping down and pressing small trails of kisses over your neck, “Very good, baby.”

Every exhale against your skin fuels the fire, as he angles his hand, pressure increasing. They move from flicking over the bud, to massaging soothingly over it; scattering most of your coherent thoughts. Your thighs squeeze together, trying to curve that anticipation riling up in the base of your stomach. No matter how much you twitch, eager to move; you're caged between him and his oh-so-wicked fingers.

“Poe, please,“ you fuss meekly, pushing your ass back against his crotch; a quiet ‘fuck’ falling out of his mouth.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he tore his hand away from your cunt, firmly gripping your hip as the other cupped underneath your chin, angling your head up towards him, “how could I resist?”

His hips break away, pulling out just enough to where his tip was still inside of you before rutting deliciously slow against your backside; seating his cock fully inside of you. A scream erupts out of you as he does it again, and again, and again-- punching the air out of your lungs. He doesn't speed up, rolling his hips leisurely; still stretching you out over his cock even though he’s been inside of you all night. His expert thrusts make you wetter, leaving your cunt quivering. You hold onto his wrist to keep yourself steady; unsure of when you started babbling out his name until you recognized him cooing sweetly at you. 

“You’re so good for me,” the huskily whispers and you call out louder for him. 

He nudges your head back further, greedily lapping the inside of your mouth as he sped up. His teeth grazed over your bottom lip as his head snaked over to hold your belly and you moan at the added pressure. He bares his teeth, cursing lowly as he felt himself inside of you, moving in and out. He moans, breath fanning over your face and he snaps his hips making you whimper loudly. 

“You need more, sweetheart?” he growls against your ear, nipping eagerly at your lobe; palming your belly tighter as he jerked his hips precisely. 

“Uh-huh.” you intake sharply, letting your head fall back on his shoulder; your brain floating in the clouds. His movements came to a halt and pull out and you whine, reaching blindly behind you to feel him.  

“Shhh, shh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he kisses your temple before rolling you over flat onto your stomach. You don’t like being this far from him— this disconnected from him and you stick your hand back. 

“No, no, you stay there,” his palm presses flat against your lower back, keeping you down until you stopped trying to reach out. You lay your head back down on the bed, keeping your face turned to the side so you could still see him. 

He grins, pushing your legs together and straddling your thighs; his hands massaging over your ass and up over back. Kissing follows his softly rough hands, pressed to your spine in a way that makes your gut turn. When he reaches the top, he breaks off to kiss each shoulder, nipping right where it met your neck. He sat back up, stroking his shaft as he lined himself; slipping back in easily. Your voice picks up as his hips gyrate and stirs your core. 

“Perfect, absolutely perfect,” he groans, planting his full weight on top of you, driving himself all the way in. You cry out as he grinds against your ass; your mind going blank with his movements. Your stomach knots as you start to feel almost too full, toes curling with each drag of his cock. 

“You feel so fucking good,” his fingers into the sheets, grip tightly as he rocked slower, “maker, you were made for my cock,” he rasps into your neck. He switches his pace, taking his time to revel in how good you took him. 

“Poe-- Poe,” you softly chanted his name, broken cries following as your legs began to shake under his. 

“Just a little more can take it, baby,” he encourages, pressing his nose deeper into your neck, “ I know you can take it,” he adds, rutting deeper; placing his hand over the back of yours and intertwining your fingers. He continues rolling his hips down harder, trying to thrust deeper even when there was nowhere left to go. 

It’s not long before you come tumbling down, your orgasm echoing around the room as you come hard over his cock. He savors your noises, praise falling out of his mouth along with his name, and in a few deep sloppy thrusts, he’s spilling inside of you. You moan at the way his stomach flexes against your back as he stills; panting heavily against your back. You feel even slicker than before squirming at the mess between your thighs– you whimper quietly. 

After a few more seconds of catching his breath, he carefully rolls you both onto your sides; right back where you both started. His arm drapes over yours again as he nuzzles his sweaty head against the back of your neck, placing a few quick kisses over it

“Comfortable?”

“Very,” you hum softly, drifting back off to soft kisses and Poe’s gentle touches.

#rct fic #poe dameron x reader #star wars fic #poe dameron x afab! reader

[clocks-are-round]

Sleep-Starved (incomplete)

aaaaahhh trying to reread the cringe fic... huh. it’s not as bad as i remember. cute even. maybe i’ll finish it and post on ao3 sometime. here you guys go, I wrote it last fall. supposed to be a continuation of Dysfunctional and Feelings are Hard. Also makes reference to Anxiety.exe. all can be found on my ao3 account linked in my blog’s pinned post.

—

Grif and Simmons had the base to themselves.

In the past this meant they might have sex, or at least get a little drunk, make-out and cuddle, but they both agreed a couple months ago to stop doing those things together. Simmons said it wasn’t good for him. And, Simmons made it clear that there was no romantic intention from his side of things, so Grif could finally stomp out that delusional hope.

He’d just gotten back from a weekend with his sister and he must’ve missed SOMETHING because red base looked fucking quiet. Red Base was NEVER quiet in the evening like this.

He saw Tucker and Caboose outside, so he asked. Sarge and Lopez were away, apparently.

“So it’s just Simmons at the base then?”

Tucker laughed. “Yeah, good luck dealing with THAT!”

Caboose elaborated by saying something about Simmons being in a bad mood, so he prepared himself for that. He didn’t go looking for him.

He was not prepared for Simmons to crawl next to him on the couch and wrap his arms around him.

“Grif…” Simmons mumbled.

Grif was tempted to go along with it, but he couldn’t keep up the friends with benefits thing. He wasn’t Kai. He wanted more than just a physical connection. And Simmons had said he wanted to stop, too.

Grif grabbed his wrists and held them away. “We’re not doing that anymore, remember?”

Simmons leaned his forehead on Grif’s shoulder, “Yeah, I know that.” He sounded irritated. Probably defensive. “That’s not what I was doing. You’re just really comfortable. Like a pillow. I don’t know. Fuck off,” he mumbled.

“Why’d you say my name like that?” Grif let go of his wrists.

“Like what? I was just trying to your get attention.” Those words were in the wrong order.

“Jesus. How much did you drink?”

“Shut up. I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

“Then sleep.”

“Can’t.”

“Did you try?”

Simmons tapped his metal cheek. “Yeah. Blame the old tech. It’s being a pain in the ass.”

“You promised not to mess with that shit again.”

“I’m not. It happened on its own. Haven’t slept since Wednesday. So fucking tired.”

“Why can’t you sleep?”

“It just won’t let me. Sarge looked at it. Well, Lopez looked first. Said a part needs to be replaced.”

“Lopez did? Do you speak Spanish now?”

“What? No, Sarge said. Umm… He ordered the part he needs so that’s coming tomorrow I hope.”

“So you’re just waiting.”

“What else can I do?”

“Videogames? Literally anything?”

“Tried. Can’t focus.”

“So, what? What do you want me to do about it?”

“I dunno, we can talk.”

“You could talk to yourself. That’ll put you to sleep.”

Simmons chuckled. “Asshole.”

“So… you’re not moving, huh?” Simmons looked comfortable against his shoulder. Reminded him of a childhood friend’s cat. He understood what she meant now about not wanting to move. He resisted the temptation to push Simmons’ hair out of his face.

“Nn-nn.”

“Alright, have it your way.” Grif leaned his head back into the couch and closed his eyes. He could get a nap in even if Simmons couldn’t.

“Remember the thing last year?” Simmons murmured.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“The… The… The thing where you looked really good in a suit and everyone was dressed up and you looked really nice.”

Was that another word mix-up? In any case, he was feeling pretty aware of Simmons’ breath on his arm now. He racked his brain. They didn’t go to many events. Especially dressy ones.

“Smith’s birthday party?”

“Mm. Mhm.”

“Yeah, I remember it. What about it?”

Simmons wrapped his hands around Grif’s arm. His metal fingers were cold and his flesh ones were a little sweaty, but that was nothing new.

“Well?”

“I don’t remember what I was gonna say.”

His eyes were struggling to stay open. But they didn’t stay closed either.

First the glitchy trigger-finger, then his fucking anxiety torture box, now this? “Man, that cyborg thing sounds like a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah… But your thing is hard too.”

“Seriously, Simmons, I’m gonna stop responding if you don’t stop being fucking vague.”

“I mean, you have to take pills. ‘Cause I’m in you.”

Dear god, this was worse than Donut. Still, he couldn’t get himself to push Simmons off. He hated how much he’d missed the cuddling. But this was fine, right? Friends could cuddle and shit. Caboose did with fucking everyone. Donut used to try with everyone, with less success than Caboose because, intentional or not, he touched places people did not want touched.

This was fine.

No, it wasn’t. Christ, it just gave him nostalgia. The kind that hurt. It just reminded him that Simmons didn’t feel the same way all those years. Of course he didn’t.

“What if you take your arm and leg off? Would that fix it?”

“No. Stupid. It’s in the internal wiring. Like, the parts that aren’t detachable.”

“So taking your arm off won’t make any difference?”

Simmons groaned. “If it was that easy I would’ve already.”

“What if you get knocked out? That should work, right?”

Simmons shifted in place, the most movement in minutes. “Don’t fucking dare. It’s fine. It’s probably just a few more hours until the part gets here.”

“Sarge already suggested that, huh?”

“I’m fine. I don’t want more damaged parts. Or a concussion.”

“Yeah, fair enough. You gonna get off of my shoulder anytime soon?”

“…comfy.”

Grif sighed. It’s not like this was going to happen all the time. He’d let Simmons this once. “Fine. You’re lucky I wasn’t planning on getting up anyways.”

“I love you too.”

Grif’s breath caught. What the hell? He must mean it platonically. Like, he was being sarcastic, but it didn’t sound like it because he was dead tired. That was probably it. If he was even talking to him. Simmons was so fucking out of it right now.

He’d have to shrug it off. Overthinking shit was Simmons’ job.

“Maybe I should start charging for my services. It’s hard work being a pillow.”

“Shut up, pillows don’t talk.”

“I thought you wanted to talk.”

“I do, yeah.”

Grif fell asleep at some point and when he woke up the next afternoon, Simmons was gone.

He finally found him sleeping on the floor of Sarge’s workshop. Sarge must’ve fixed whatever was wrong. They could talk later once he got some sleep.

When Wash found out Simmons was left on the floor,

Simmons slept all night and morning. Grif was kind of impressed.

He still had circles under his eyes, but they seemed less dark and he looked alert again.

“Hey, Simmons. So, you done acting all weird?”

“What? Grif, when did you get back?”

“The night before you went into your fucking coma. You don’t remember?”

Simmons looked baffled, “No? The last few days are a blur. Why, what happened?”

You said you loved me for one thing, he wanted to joke. But he couldn’t get the words out. “You were pretty much drunk as fuck with sleep deprivation.”

Simmons looked around, tapping his fingers at his side. “Nothing happened though, right? What did you mean by ‘weird’?”

“What, other than you acting like an even bigger dork than usual? Seriously, how does someone as nerdy as you exist? You were ranting half-delirious about why the tech in some sci-fi book doesn’t make sense. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep during chapter one.”

Simmons’ hand relaxed. “You’re one to talk, Mr Blade-tattoo-on-the-back-of-your-neck.”

“Are you trying to prove some kind of point? My tattoo’s awesome. Oh, and you started yelling at Donut at one point.”

“Donut’s back?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, next time I think we’ll just put you out of your delirious misery.”

“Oh, it’s not going to happen again. I’ll make sure of that.”

“What, slangry Simmons isn’t gonna make a comeback?”

“‘Slangry’??”

“Caboose coined that. Like hangry, but with sleepy.”

“So, Wash when we first met him.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Grif laughed.

This was enough. As long as they had this,

——

i will post again when i do complete this fic! i had left it about 90% done so if i can just get myself to sit down and work on it, shouldn’t take too long

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb fics #my fics #//the husbands #//mr steal yo snacks #//*windows error sound* #grimmons #dexter grif #dick simmons

[grismavessel]

What was the first time meeting gris dad like for the twins?

(ooo i haven't really talked about this on the blog huh, you see it more in the fics I've been writing on Ao3 but that's a different timeline)

(if yall don't know, I've made a couple of character changes to the canon of sun/moon, so those characters are all older, I also sprinkle in my own headcanons and thoughts about the post-game story)

So if the events of Pokemon Legends and the Vessel AU did take place, Gris would end up just living in Nimbasa City. They'd make friends with the twins, land a job helping in Elesa's gym, and just rebuild their life in a whole different region surrounded by friends. Gris would eventually move with Ingo into their own apartment after they start dating, and since rent is expensive Emmet gets to be their roommate.

But eventually, they would work the courage up and go back and visit Alola since they had just left abruptly and not on the best of terms, dragging the twins along for emotional support.

The twins' first impression of their father . . . was frightening.

Gris had failed to mention that, their family name had a reputation in Alola. A bad, and a redemptive reputation.

Gris Skul was the son of Guzma Skul, the former gang leader of Team Skull now turned into a respectable, but still scary, Island Kahuna.

Ingo was dating said son of a former gang leader, that may or may not have the capability of beating him into a pulp.

What connections did this man have? One wrong move and the subway bosses would likely be food for the fishes!

Emmet was the first to falter, asking right away if Guzma was planning on killing them and selling their pokemon. Ingo promptly jabbed him in his side and silenced him.

On the other hand, Guzma couldn't believe what was standing before him. Not only had his own kid ran away from home, but went for months without so much as a phone call only for them to pop back up and drag along some battle facility bosses with 'em.

Guzma did not end up killing either twin, though he was tempted to after Gris revealed that Ingo was their partner. Protective father instincts ya know.

Emmet runs off to let Ingo deal with the matter since if the subway boss played his cards right, Guzma would someday be his father-in-law.

Ingo made the best first impression he could, shaking hands with Guzma, telling him all the wonderful things Gris has shown him and done and that he holds high respect for the both of them.

Guzma shrugs it off, hating to admit that Gris picked the dorkiest guy to bring home which was not at all what he had expected from them.

In the end, the twins end up meeting Gris's entire 'family', if family meant Guzma's old friend Plumeria who was practically Gris's aunt, and the grunts that had stuck around since the old days. It was terrifying being in the company of former villains, but the twins saw how caring they were about their little found family and Gris acted the same way.

The twins also got to impress them with their battling skills, Guzma's approval ratings for Ingo rising as Golispod lost against his Haxorus.

It was a lovely trip, Gris was relieved that the two most prominent parts of their life were getting along well.

#Guzma is a tired middle aged dad in this universe #solely because i think its funnier to write and think about #former gangster turned single caring father #best trope hands down #plumeria as an auntie is rad as well too #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon sm #guzma #plumeria #ingo #emmet #submas #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon oc #pokemon au #headcanons #guzma headcanons #text #answering asks

[speedhump3000]

For those of you who may think I'm bluffing, here's bilbo baggins and Freddy fazbear and the goal was to make them kiss.

Don't come at me, this was a request and it sparked this whole blog experiment. None of my shit is meant to be taken seriously.

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Bilbo baggins quietly snuck through the darkened halls. He wasn't sure what sort of darkened halls they were. The last time he had snuck so carefully and fearfully through something else's home it was a dragon and he had nearly been barbecued. Now he had fell through a terrible magical pool and gone to somewhere else… sometime else.

He had by some miracle been able to read the language of this world, but he didn't understand the words. What was a Freddy Fazbear and why was it so popular? He had landed outside a building dedicated to the creature. There was no other shelter and the night was dark and raining…

Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin when the lights appeared so suddenly with music. He scrambled behind a table as the huge, 9 foot tall mechanical beasts sprang to life.

He stayed behind the table, watching curiously…

—--

Freddy sprang to life once more. The spirit of the child long since faded and gone, leaving behind a living robot. The emotions, the despair, the bleeding of human emotion kept the living metal alive after the spirit faded and gone.

And so when Freddy awoke again after too long of a sleep, he stomped slowly down from the stage…

The slow plodding steps shook the floor, shaking dust down from the surroundings. Who was it that disturbed his slumber? And how did they find such a lonely and desolate place?

Freddy nearly missed him. But there was a small person. Adult likely, but very small… small but grown and innocent to where he was. The emotions he sent out had some fear but more curiosity.

—--

Bilbo saw this huge creature… but he wasn't as big as a dragon. He was strange and metallic and furred… and curious. Such a strange being…

Bilbo stood before the huge creature who shook the building and stared down at him.

He decided to be brave. He had stood against the dragon of the lonely mountain. He had survived the war that followed.

He reached up and touched the beast.

“Who and what are you? Why are you in this dusty and lonely place when you have such lights and music and joy?”

The beast, this Freddy that the building seemed to be dedicated to, leaned down and studied Bilbo carefully. It seemed to hold a strange emotion in its eyes.

Freddy looked where Bilbo was touching, and Bilbo only then noticed where in the Beast he was touching. Being he was a hobbit and this humanoid beast was so much taller, he was touching the Beasts nether region.

Blushing suddenly he withdraws his hand. Freddy seemed to go back to studying Bilbo…

—-

Freddy got more emotion from the small man. Heat and embarrassment. And something within Freddy stirred that had never stirred before the fading of the old murdered soul. Also a heat and curiosity…

He leaned down. The small man fell backwards, being startled. But Freddy moved more slowly, and tried to appear less threatening. He wanted to understand what he was feeling. And he could feel the emotions from the small man.

He leaned in carefully and made sure to be gentle…

—-

Bilbo had no idea how and why this occurred…. Yet it was. It has been decades since he had any such contact… and he found he missed it. Though this was sudden and strange, the lips somewhat furred and cold… but he could feel almost a warm breath. A gentler heat than the dragon but a stronger heat than a man. Like the breath of hell, yet tempting enough to endure the alien sensation. He decided to let the magic go where it would. And he would follow it. Certainly this would be a better experience than those dreadfully long and deadly adventures…

#crack #crackship #bad writing #fanfic #fanfiction #bilbo baggins #freddy fazbear #kiss

[yhwhrulz]

Worthy Brief - November 28, 2023

Anyone can be restored!

Galatians 6:1 Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted.

There is a fascinating true story about the Apostle John narrated by the early church "Father", Eusebius, well worth reading.

The account goes that the elderly John took an affection and interest in a young man from Ephesus and subsequently entrusted him to the care of a bishop in the vicinity, and that, after a season, this young man became entangled with a band of criminals, and was corrupted by them, finally becoming their leader. When John returned after some time to search for the young man, expecting to find him spiritually well and maturing, the bishop despondently informed John of his fate.

Eusebius wrote, "The apostle tore his clothing, beat his head, and groaned, 'A fine guardian I left for our brother's soul! But get me a horse and someone show me the way.' He rode off from the church, just as he was. When he arrived at the hideout and was seized by the outlaws' sentries, he shouted, 'This is what I have come for, take me to your leader!'"

"When John approached and the young leader recognized him, he turned and fled in shame. But John ran after him as hard as he could, forgetting his age, and calling out, 'Why are you running away from me, child – from your own father, unarmed and old? Pity me, child, don't fear me! I will give account to Christ for you, and if necessary, gladly suffer death and give my life for yours as the Lord suffered death for us. Stop! Believe! Christ sent me.'"

"The young man stopped, stared at the ground, threw down his weapons and wept bitterly. Flinging his arms around the old man, he begged forgiveness, baptized a second time with his own tears…[John] led him back and did not leave him until – through prayer, fasting, and instruction – he restored him to the church."

What an awesome story! I've used this story many times when talking to the despondent backslider who believes he can no longer be forgiven.

Be an example of His love! No matter how far someone believes he has strayed from or even deserted the Lord – he can always be restored! Perhaps, while reading this message, the Lord is reminding you of a person with whom you can share this story. Just possibly, you are the one that God wants to use to bring about his/her restoration. If so, I trust that reading of the Apostle John's loving example, you've been inspired by the compassion and grace the Lord Himself feels toward His "prodigals" and moved by His Spirit to go out in faith…and rescue the lost sheep!

Your family in the Lord with much agape love,

George, Baht Rivka, Obadiah and Elianna (Dallas, TX) (Baltimore, MD)

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[imagininghierophant]

Could you do hcs about what makes the sdc weak around their s/o? What’s something that make the big buff men melt? 😂

Big softies uwu This made me fangirl really hard imagining these scenarios. >////< I want to thank people for showing a lot of support in my blog/posts recently! I do these drabbles as a small fragment of my spare time, so I'd just like to say thank you! Also sorry I took my sweet time writing these. 😢 -Bambi

Things a S/O does that make the Crusaders melt

⭐ Jotaro Kujo ⭐

► Showing Confidence:

I don’t mean someone who is always overconfident. Jotaro likes it when his s/o shows newfound confidence in themselves, mainly if they are known to be a reserved or a very anxious person. Seeing them push those boundaries make him proud to have them in his life, watching them become a better version of themselves every day.

► Wearing Glasses:

Surprisingly, Jotaro likes when his interest wears glasses; to him, it gives them a soft demeanour which he finds pretty adorable. He even gets tempted to take them off to see all their facial features.

🍒 Noriaki Kakyoin 🍒

► Signs of Femininity:

Kakyoin would be attracted to a lot of feminine traits in people. Just little things like them bringing out their travel sewing kit to fix his uniform buttons or even wearing an outfit that appears soft and cute. He turns into a softie seeing his partner in a feminine way.

► Leaving Small Notes for Him:

Kakyoin loves reading notes you leave for him; he could wake up and see that you’re not there in the single bed beside him; all he sees is a paper slip with your handwriting that reads: Heading out to pick up some things, be back soon. :)

The man’s heart can’t help but flutter; the fact you thought of him before you left was enough to send him in butterflies.

🗡️ Jean Pierre Polnareff 🗡️

► The Sight of you Sleeping:

If you lean against Polnareff while dozing off in the backseat of a car or taxi, he is like a deer in a set of headlights. He sees someone sleeping around him, a great sign of trust and doesn’t take it lightly; he will try his best not to disturb you while his cheeks are tinted pink.

► Returning his Advances:

Nothing will surprise this man more than someone who flirts back when he makes a move. He’ll be more flushed if his partner doesn’t do it often too. He will gush to Jotaro about their comments and how flattered he is.

🔥 Muhammad Avdol 🔥

► When You Hold His Hand Unexpectedly:

Avdol has a soft spot for Public Displays of Affection; when you hold his hand when you walk together, he can’t help but savour the intimate feeling that you bring him. He’ll even kiss the back of your hand in the moment.

► You Talking About Your Passions and Interests:

When you burst into excitement over your interests, Avdol gives you his full-on attention. Seeing you gush about your hobbies makes him feel so privileged that you’re willing to share this information with him; he loves to see you keep your passions alive.

✈️ Joseph Joestar ✈️

► Hearing your laughter:

When you burst into genuine laughter, Joseph loves every second of it. To him, it shows that you enjoy his comments and his sense of humour. Even if his remarks didn’t cause it, he loves it regardless.

► Linking Arms with Him: 

Joseph has always had the thought in the back of his mind that he might be getting too old for new-found love, but the moment you link arms with him, his doubts are entirely forgotten about, knowing that you aren’t holding back your feeling is the best way to approach him. 

#Joseph Joestar #jjba joseph #joseph x reader #stardust crusaders #Jotaro Kujo #jjba polnareff #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo Part 3 #jojo headcanons #Jean Pierre Polnareff #polnareff x reader #jotaro x reader #jjba jotaro #part 3 jotaro #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki #avdol x reader

[onyxoverride]

The Five Things

alt. title: On A Yacht

Miche Zacharius x Reader

◙warnings: semi-public (yacht + friends), silly?? Idk? Domestic-ish?? creampie, smut (18+) minors and ageless blogs do not interact

◙word count: 2.4k

◙summary: “Miche is everything you need him to be — kind, rich, handsome, well hung, and utterly fucking in love with you.”

◙note: this is for @welcometotheclubhoe All Around the World Collab!! For the prompt "On a Yacht" I’ll be the first to admit this is not my best work, but it is some silly excuse for smut and it’s Miche which I’ll take also I got stressed today and cried (I'm okay don't worry) so I know it's not the best pls just take it I'm sorry and I'm so disappointed in myself I'm so sorry Jay

Miche is everything you need him to be — kind, rich, handsome, well hung, and utterly fucking in love with you.

To be fair, you only knew one part of that fatal quintuple kill when you met him. Some bar in the evening, you were new in town, freshly moved into an apartment building and didn't recognize his last name like everyone else would. Well, everyone local, at least.

He was handsome (still is and always will be.) Thin white shirt, muscles straining the material, hair falling over his eyes and a little smile that had every woman in a 20-mile radius fawning for him. It was a one in a million chance he was even there because you've come to know he doesn't really like bars that much. Miche thought you were cute too, but honestly, he didn't even plan on making a move that night.

But you were drinking a white Russian, it reminded you of coffee ice cream, and you couldn't help but off-handedly say, "god, what would I do for some ice cream right now."

Miche bit his lips before speaking, "there's a place down the road, a few blocks from here that's still open…"

Sure, you glanced at him through the night but it's not like you thought he'd want to speak with you, but who are you to turn down a chance?

"What's your name?" You're already getting up, setting down money to pay your own tab.

"Miche…" and usually he would tack on his last night like he was taught all his life but he just wanted to be Miche tonight. Not a Zacharius.

"Well, Miche, show me?"

He looks a bit startled that you took him up on his offer but he goes to pay and when he stands, he almost takes your breath away with how staggeringly tall he is. Now, a very tall handsome man is taking you for ice cream in the late evening in a town you haven't memorized the layout of yet, but there are people everywhere and your phone is your best friend so you should be fine.

And you were more than fine, he's as charming as he is handsome. Jumping around from topic to topic, starting at ice cream and ending with a trade of phone numbers.

You already thought he was kind when the two of you started texting but he continued to prove it throughout the three weeks you two started going on dates. Walking you to your apartment door, opening every single door, paying for all the meals and date plans despite your protests. The man even helped an old lady across the street one time — It's like he was spit out of a movie, some silly romcom.

You eventually gave up trying to pay for anything because he is stubborn about it, though it still does nag at the back of your head every time he pulls out that sleek black card. But you’re new in town, bank account gasping for air and job slowly rolling in checks, so you are grateful for everything he’s done. He never expects anything from you though. For the most part, he just wants to hold your hand and spend time with you and he is the equivalent of a giant puppy who has easily worked your way into your heart. You're not going to say no when he wants to go on a restaurant date near the port, overlooking the ocean or rent out a place on the beach just for you two.

Starting the fourth week of dates you invited him into your apartment, after heavy petting and making out in his Jeep. It was tempting, you were tempting, all fluttery lashes and pouting but instead, he backed off. Said, “I don’t want this to just be… I want you to be my girlfriend okay? Not just some dates and a hookup.”

Granted he wasn’t the most eloquent and planned at least one more date before asking you to officially be his but you gave him a reserved smile.

“I’d love that.”

And Miche swears his heart could beat out of his chest. He tried to hide his excitement but again, he’s like a giant puppy, grasping onto you and leaving butterfly kisses over your face while the two of you laugh. It’s a gamble for you both but flowered into something wonderful over the years.

The “rich” and “well hung” parts about him you found out a week later after officially becoming his girlfriend. Invited back into his own apartment for the first time, which you wish he brought you to sooner because you still have no idea what Miche does for a living. But you were way too focused on how his hands knead your skin and how his dick split you open. You also found out he is a god at prepping you to take him, making you fall apart on his fingers or tongue at least once before he worked the tip of his huge dick into you.

The next morning there was a soreness between your legs and a warmth surrounding you, and you finally get a moment to breathe and take in your surroundings properly. Miche is under you (a sight which you have come to love more and more every time you see it), there are floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the prettiest and most expensive parts of the port, almost everything in his apartment is sleeked and curved with some gilded accents. Whomst the fuck is this man to be able to afford this stuff?

Slowly he is stirring, gruff and raspy morning voice greeting you. It makes your thighs clench, your pussy has no right to be paying full attention to that when you are curious of his occupation.

You tap your fingers on his chest from where you are perched, “Miche,” you feel his hum in his chest, “I think it’s time for you to tell me what you do for a living.”

It’s not like he truly meant to keep it from you, but he kind of did. He just wanted to be like every other guy with you but he was going to have to tell you this sooner or later.

“You could work for the mafia or something for all I know-”

“No, it’s actually the opposite kinda,” he can feel your fingers twirling around the hair of his happy trail.

"I'm a PI."

"Pee?"

He lets out a short laugh, "no, like private investigator."

“Oh, okay.” That makes sense, you guess.

You wonder if he investigated you a bit when you two started your little romance. You don’t exactly have anything to hide though there are some recent peculiar porn searches that include the keywords “tall guy” or “size difference” that you’d prefer he never find.

“I’m also a Zacharius.”

“Oh? That is kinda important information Miche,” there is dread pent up in his stomach because he knows that. Being a part of the family that owns most of the town and known for their security system is important to know about the guy you are dating. How many times have you seen the name “Zacharius” written on alarms or safes?

But part of you gets it. How many chances does he have to be just like every other guy?

“I know, fuck I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay, Miche.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Depends, how good are you at making coffee?”

It’s like nothing changed for you. Still that same quirky little smile and caressing his chest.

Lucky for you, he is very good at making coffee. Even if he wasn’t, he’d learn for you.

Then two years pass of blissful dating — meeting his parents and his friends, seeing how growing up in a rich family has affected him with occasional explanations of stuff he never used to worry about, and he still shows his puppy-love so clearly for you.

On a more fun note, he takes you on adventures. Vacations to anywhere you wish, flights to cities you’ve never been to, and boat trips on his yacht…

Which is where you are now — a sizable yacht with his family’s name scrawled in gold on the side, paired with a bartender and a driver so Miche, you, and his friends don’t need to worry about a single thing. Erwin is on the back of the boat with Levi, same with Hanji and Moblit, while you would rather linger on the top front level to soak in the sun with a pink cocktail in hand. And Miche is wearing those tiny 3’ inseam shorts that are risky game with the size of his cock. Though that just makes everything more fun. Plus, his ass is cute and his thick thighs on display… what a ride.

There’s a strikingly cold presence on your shoulder that makes you yelp, that’s responded with Miches laughing. It’s just a bottle of water since he makes sure you stay hydrated while drinking in the sun.

“You’re mean,” but you are giggling along with him while he stands next to your lounge chair.

“Oh yes, so so mean for giving you water. Which you need.”

You can feel the boat rock a bit and Hanji scream-laughing (probably at Levi who often looks like a grumpy cat when he gets wet.)

“They seem busy…” the glint in your eyes is something he knows well, along with your hand trailing up his thigh and playing with the edge of his shorts. You have no right to be so enticing but he’s on the same page easily, fingers at the tops of your knees to pinch at your inner thighs.

“They do.”

He straddles the lounge chair, sitting between your thighs and you watch how his shorts have to stretch vulgarly over his cock. There are freckles on his thighs that you love to kiss but for now, he spreads your legs open, thumbing over your bathing suit bottoms to feel your cunt.

Neither of you should be so ready to fuck so out in the open and near his friends but… again, who are you to turn down a chance?

Bottoms set gently next to your chair (usually he would throw it but you’re on a boat and he doesn’t want to be scolded for tossing your bathing suit off the deck) and he’s already working in a finger while sucking on your clit, making you arch back into the chair and grasp at his hair. Being worshipped by a man who loves you on his yacht? A holy experience.

Tongue rolling over your clit and two fingers twisting inside you, he waits until you are bucking up into his face to pull away fully and lick up all your juices sticking to his fingers. Shimmying off his own shorts until they are with your bottoms, you get a full view of his pale ass that leaves you laughing while he leans over you.

“Stop it,” he whines while kissing your face.

“Sorry baby, but you’re mooning everyone right now and I can’t help it!”

Instead of trying to get you to stop laughing, he just keeps his hands on you. Groping at your chest after working your bikini top over your breasts and grinding his cock over your cunt, kissing at you all the while, even if he tastes sunscreen just a bit.

The fact that people could see you though is what gets your laughter to die down and your skin to feel hot. They could see Miche fucking you open on the deck of his yacht… You pull him closer, thighs propped over his own, and meet his grinds in full.

“Want you,” the sun is stinging his back while he works his dick into you, watching how it pulls tight around him and grasping onto your hips to keep himself from thrusting too harshly into you. But fuck, he can feel your pussy fluttering and gushing around him while he slowly rocks in. You have even less patience than him, pushing your own hips down for him to be balls-deep already and start fucking you.

So, he does. Hands pressing bruises into your hips and thighs while he thrusts and letting you claw at his back and nip at his lips. The stretch of his cock still burns a bit because everything needs to be rushed when you are so out in the open, and even that pleasurable pain sends you closer to the edge Miche is taking you to.

“You’re loud, baby,” it takes a moment to realize he’s not talking about your voice, he’s talking about the euphorically loud sounds of your cunt taking him with every rock of his hips.

“F’you,” you look cock drunk and fucked out already, and you can practically feel him pulse inside you at your answer, head pushed against the chair to roll thrusts into his. The moans you’ve been pushing out are silenced by his lips, a thumb pushing into your clit and he eats your little yelps up until he is bursting at the seems with you. Filling you with thick viscous cum while your cunt grips him like a vice and you are sent into your own orgasm.

He keeps a firm grip on your thighs as they shake, kissing your shoulder until your nails release him and he leans back on his calves. He doesn’t slip out of you, not yet. He takes a moment to just look at you trying to catch your breath with your tits out and blissfully ditzy.

He leans to grab the water again for you and your bikini bottoms, somehow working them up your legs before slipping his cock out and letting his cum flood into the crotch.

“That’s kinda hot,” knowing his cum is going to be inside you and leaking out into the bikini is really going to get him going again if he keeps thinking about it.

“I’ll let you see later,” you watch him situate his tiny shorts on again, sipping at the water he brought for you.

“Mm. Even hotter,” he leans to kiss your forehead, pressing two fingers into the seat of your bottoms to watch your squirm, “promise?”

“Promise.”

You don’t need to tell him that his whole back is red and burnt due to your endeavors, he’ll feel it in a minute.

Oh, that “utterly in fucking love with you” part? Well, he’s hoping to prove that with a pretty little ring set in a black velvet box that’s been stashed in his bedside table drawer for at least a month now. But he has to take you back to that ice cream shop a few blocks down from the bar where you met him.

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[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #is this readers origin story #maybe? #i got a little carried away with this one #had to stop myself before i went even further beyond #i don't know if I want to continue with this as a story or just throw out some headcanons with modern reader #i like to think that everything i write takes place in a separate universe #especially the ones where they catch feelings #might throw out what they think of reader #might not #depends on you guys! #let me know what you think!

[noohpais]

𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

pairing : baji x reader

genre : angst, soulmate!au

warnings : spoilers for new TR anime watchers, cursing, mentions of gang violence and blood, character death, very bitter ending, no comfort, no pronouns were used but there may be depictions of a female reader, NOT PROOF READ.

word count : 2.5k

synopsis : as if you thought the world couldn’t be any more cruel by taking away your best friend, it takes away one more thing.

song playing : Late Night Movie by Ha Hyunsang

requested :  yes / ➢ no

notes : for my sister because she loves baji very much. also my first fic posted on this blog :) if you enjoyed this fic, consider tipping me on ko-fi :> reblogs are much appreciated!!

disclaimer : this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously. i do own any of the tokyo revengers characters.

 You remembered the time when your nextdoor neighbor, a woman in her late 20s, talked to you about soulmate marks. The words tattooed on your wrist were supposed to be the first words your soulmate says to you. She told you the story about the time her husband uttered the sentence on her arm at the delicate age of 8 while they walked home together from school.

“He said it so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him.” she laughed, “Thankfully, I did.”

You zoned out after that, tuning in and out to anything else she had to say about soulmates. Your whole life, the idea of finding your soulmate was like a surprise you weret expecting. You weren’t exactly itching to find them, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t peak your curiosity, even just a little. You sat on the ground, your back up against a tree as you peered down on the sentence inked onto your wrist.

“Don’t cry too much for me, (Y/n).”

Your brows furrowed at the words— it was a little confusing to you. Whoever your soulmate was, would have already had to know who you were, if they addressed you by your first name. It made no sense to you. These were supposed to be the first words your soulmate said to you. No matter how many theories you tried to form in your head, you could never come up with a solid conclusion.

Letting your wrist fall to your side, you threw your head back to rest against the tree. You figured this was beyond you and you’d better just let the world do it’s thing. A sigh escaped your lips as you shut your eyes and relished in the quiet atmosphere. It was so peaceful out here that you were almost tempted to just fall asleep and maybe skip the rest of class. That is until—

“Why the hell aren’t you in class?”

You opened your eyes to see your best friend, Baji Keisuke, standing in front you. His long swayed in the breeze, and his eyes stared at you accusingly.

“Why the hell aren’t you in class, Kei?” you shot back, shutting your eyes again.

You didn’t have to look at him to know he had just rolled his eyes at you.

“It’s normal for me to ditch class, you punk,” he said as a matter of fact before taking the spot next to you, “You, on the other hand. That’s a different story.”

“Hmm, maybe my parents were right then. Maybe you are a bad influence on me. Maybe I should stop hanging around you—”

He cut you off with a scoff as he moved to lay his head down on your lap.

“As if, you idiot.” he grinned up at you, his sharp canines showing, “As much as you wanna get rid of me, you’re stuck with me for life.”

You bit back a grin as you leaned your head back against the big tree once more.

“Bummer.”

You and Baji became friends in elementary school. He threatened to eat your crayons if you didn’t share the markers with him. When that didn’t work, he threatened to wipe his boogers on your backpack. Again, you just ignored him, making him even more antsy. Every threat his little 7 year old mind could come up with was shot down by your silence and a quick roll of your eyes. Your lack of reaction annoyed him to no end, and because of that, he decided that you weren’t worth his time.

That is until one day during free time, he saw a group of the bigger kids surrounding you. He couldn’t really explain it, but something about seeing you get pushed around by other people who weren’t him, seriously ticked him off. So, in true Baji Keisuke fashion, he stomped up to those kids and threw punches left and right until it was only you and him standing. He took your hand in his and shouted in that annoying, loud voice you hated.

“Listen here you dirtbags! No one’s allowed to bother (Y/n) except for me, ya got that?!”

It was a weird proclamation, and you didn’t really know how to feel about it, considering he basically said, no one but him was allowed to mess with you. But he was able to shoo off the big kids, although he was rather violent about it, but the gesture was there, and you kinda thought it was nice of him. When the other kids scrambled away, you walked up and thanked him.

“You really hafta’ toughen up,” he poked your forehead, “What the hell were gonna do if I wasn’t around, huh??”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I dunno. Cry?”

“Well you ain’t crying on my watch! You got that?!”

“You don’t have to yell Baji-san. It’s just the two of us here.”

“I ain’t yelling!”

“Oi (Y/n), give me some of that.” Baji gestured to the snack you had in your hands.

“Or what? You gonna threaten to eat my crayons like you did in 2nd grade?”

Baji clicked his tongue as he got up from your bed, “Hand it over while I’m being nice.”

“No,” you said shoving another piece of the snack in your mouth, “I asked if you wanted your own pack earlier and you said no, so now you have to deal with the consequences.”

You were too preoccupied in your ‘I told you so’ moment that you didn’t have time to dodge him as he lunged at the snack in your hands.

“Hey! Knock it off Kei! You’re gonna make me spill it!”

“Well maybe if you just shared with me, then ya won’t spill it!”

“Get off me you stupid giant!”

You were just barely dodging his attempts to steal your snack, until a thought crossed your mind. In one quick move, you stuffed the bag down your shirt, knowing full well Baji wouldn’t dare touch you anywhere in that area.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“For my snacks? Dead serious."

You smirked as he blew a stray hair out of his face. Removing the bag from underneath your shirt, you weren’t aware of Baji’s flustered expression as he tried not to watch your action. Instead he pursed his lips, looking away from you. “Are you pouting?” you laughed, poking his reddening ears.

Lightly swatting your hand away, his frown deepened. “I ain’t pouting, shithead.”

You smiled as you extended the bag towards him, “Fine, you big baby. I’ll share with you cause I’m just that nice.”

He rolled his eyes at you before taking your offer.

“You’re annoying, you know that?”

“I know.”

Baji groaned as he ran his hand through his hair.

“What the hell am I gonna do with your ass around?”

“I dunno. Cry?”

Your words made him pause in his actions. He looked over at you, his eyes watching as you just nonchalantly ate your snack. His arm peered down to your arm where your soulmate tattoo was supposed to be. Oddly enough, as close as you and him were, not once had you shown each other your tattoos. Pushing the thought from his mind, he stood up from his spot on the ground next to you.

“I better get home,” he said, “Mom’s gonna get worried.”

You scoffed, standing up with him, “You’re part of a gang Kei. "First division captain, Baji Keisuke,"” you mimicked his deep voice, “I think your mom’s got more to worry about than how late you’re staying out.” “Shut your trap before I knock you out.” he said, playfully shoving you, “Toman’s gonna be the best gang this era’s ever seen.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. You’ve only told me about a million times,” you poked his shoulder.

“Now get out of my house you delinquent!"

When Baji got home that night, just before he drifted off to sleep, he looked at the words on his wrist. The very first words his soulmate would say to him.

“I dunno. Cry?”

You had said those words back in elementary school to him, and he hadn't even registered it until he got home. But if you were his soulmate, wouldn’t you have reacted differently? Wouldn’t you have said something to him? There was a possibility that he may have the wrong person, but Baji swore that every moment he spent with you, he swore that you were the one. He covered his eyes with his forearm, and the first thing he saw when his vision was met with the darkness was an image of your face.

Baji was 99% sure you were his.

And even if you weren’t, he didn’t really care anymore. He’d go against the world if it meant there was a chance for him to be with you.

“Get out of my way (Y/n).” “No.”

“If you don't move, I’ll pick your ass up and move you myself.”

“I don’t get it Kei,” you said crossing your arms, “Toman means everything to you. Why are you doing this?”

Baji stared down at you with furrowed brows, wondering if he glared hard enough, would you finally give in and step away from his front door. Unfortunately for him, you were never one to back down, at least not against him.

“You can lie to Mikey, Chifuyu, the rest of Toman,” you took a single step towards him, “But you can’t lie to me, Keisuke.”

Baji hates it. He hates that you’re right, and he hates how he almost cracked under the pressure you put on him. He clenches his fists.

“I’m only gonna say it once (Y/n).” his voice low, “Move.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his change in tone. You uncrossed your arms, bringing them to relax at your sides. You took another step towards him.

“No.”

Before you could relax, your back was slammed against the door. Baji’s face was so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek. His hands were clamped down on your shoulders with a firm grip, and his eyes looked at you as if he’d throw a punch at you if you made a wrong move.

Baji didn’t want to resort to anything physical in case he might accidentally hurt you, but you were way too smart for your own good when it came to reading him. This was his last attempt at getting you to cave and finally give up.

“Are you done?” you asked, “You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on now?”

Just as he thought. You didn’t budge, not even when you both knew he could overpower you at any given moment. Baji hates it, but he also loves it too— you had a personality that wasn’t easily shaken. What you lacked in physical strength, you made up for with that sharp tongue and witty attitude of yours. It was moments like these where you unintentionally remind him just why he loves you so much.

Loosening his hold on you, he lowered his head, resting it on your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your neck as he quietly exhaled.

“You’re hella annoying, you know that?” he whispered.

Wrapping your arms around him, you leaned into him.

“I know.”

That night Baji told you everything.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You promised him that you’d stay home today, but here you were, crying out for him as he fell in and out of consciousness. Baji focused his gaze on your teary eyed face and you cradled him in your arms, Chifuyu sitting right next to you.

“You fucking asshole.” you cursed at him, “You told me you wouldn’t do anything stupid.”

Baji let out a weak laugh, “And you told me you’d stay put today. Guess we’re both liars.”

You were yelling at him, but Baji wasn’t really listening. As his vision blurred, memories of his life began playing through his mind like a record. His time with his friends, with Toman, with Kazutora, with Chifuyu— and his time with you. With a shaky breath, he reached up to wipe a tear off your face, causing you to stop and look at him. If he was gonna go, then he at least wanted to tell you.

“I love you, (Y/n).” he whispered, “Did ya know that?”

Your eyes widened at his words. Gripping his hand that touched your face with your own, you held onto it. Your chest felt heavy, and a sense of panic washed over you.

“You jerk,” you cried, “Why would you tell me that now?” your voice strained.

“The first day I met you… you said the words on my wrist. Guess I had it all wrong. But,” he breathed, “Soulmate or not, I didn’t care.”

“It was always you.”

You gripped his hand harder as you sobbed. All your life, you never once asked for anything from the world. You never once prayed for a miracle to happen. But in that very moment, you prayed with everything you had, that your best friend would live.

“I…” you exhaled, “I love you too, Kei.”

Baji grinned at you, his canines showing. His grip on your hand was slowly starting to loosen as he watched the panic rise in your eyes. At that moment, he felt sorry that he wouldn’t be able to take care of you after this, and knowing you, you’d probably beat yourself about this for the rest of your life. With one last squeeze to your hand, he uttered his last words to you.

“Don’t cry too much for me, (Y/n).”

You froze, eyes wide as his hand fell from yours.

 “Don’t cry too much for me, (Y/n).”

 Those were the words written on your arm. Those were supposed to be the very first words your soulmate said to you. So why? And then your mind flashed back to something your old neighbor had said, and your heart dropped.

 “But you know (Y/n)? There have been some very rare cases, maybe one in one thousand, that someone will have their soulmate’s last words instead.”

You looked at her with a confused expression, “What does that mean?”

“It means that the words on that person’s wrist will be the very last thing their soulmate says to them. A little sad isn’t it?”

 Your arm felt like it was burning. You sobbed and screamed as Chifuyu pulled and carried you away from Baji’s lifeless body. You couldn’t hear Mitsuya telling you to breathe and calm down. You cried until you couldn’t anymore. It was so ridiculous that you almost wanted to laugh at yourself.

A one in one thousand chance, and that unfortunate one just so happened to be you.

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[a-froger-epic]

Interview with a Queen “groupie”

Cross-posted to AO3. I encourage you to leave any comments you have there.

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I compiled this interview following a long email exchange with J, a very sweet lady who went to Ealing Art School between 1972 and 1974. She knew all four members of Queen personally and was part of their larger circle of friends.

First off, you may find this hard to believe. I don’t blame you. But I assure you I’m not pulling your leg. As well as the pictures I share in this post, I have seen current pictures of J (which I will not share to protect her privacy). There is no indication as far as I am aware that she isn’t who she says she is.

Nastally, hold up. How exactly did you find this lady?

She found me. It turns out that she has been following my story Dawn of Aquarius for quite some time. The story is set in 1969. A lot of research about the era went into it, because I wanted to portray that time period - and Freddie’s and Roger’s surroundings - as accurately and realistically as I possibly could. That was what drew J in. She tells me it brought back a lot of memories for her. One of the reasons I love DoA so much is the nostalgia, she says, which genuinely means the world to me. Eventually, she talked to me in the comment section. Of course, I freaked out!

And then, I asked her for an interview, to which she replied: I will give it a go, but you must remember that I am 65 and there were great drugs in the 70s, and at 16, away from home, I had a lot!

And so...

Here’s what is IMPORTANT TO KEEP IN MIND when you read this interview.

These are one woman’s 50-year-old memories and subjective impressions. J has been incredibly kind to let me pick her brain, trying to recall everything as best as she can. In her own words:

Just remember that when I answer the questions, it is from a 16-year-old who is 9 years younger than Freddie and a little girl with no family and friends in a strange country trying to fit in. The only reason I was there, was because some hippie thought I had a unique art style.

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J as a teenager.

[I have edited the interview together from our long, and somewhat messy at times, email exchange. Typos have been fixed and some punctuation added for clarity, but I have not changed anything J has written to me. Again, bear in mind these are personal opinions and impressions.]

So, J, how did you end up at Ealing Art School in 1972 and what was it like?

This was the painting done for the Australian school-leaving certificate.

It placed first and gave me a scholarship. I could pick France, the USA or England. As a dual citizen of the UK, the choice was easy. The scholarship paid for board and fees, so had to be and sell whatever for spending money.

This picture is from the dorm. We all had a 10pm curfew and a very thick rule book that, I am proud to say, I broke every one of them, one by one. The rooms were on the 1st and 2nd floor. We were on the first floor, rooms one side and admin staff the other end. We had two bathrooms for 18 girls. One of them had two baths. The walls were your standard half wall, so it was a given that if you had a bath you run the risk of having a bucket of cold water dropped on you. Downstairs was the kitchen and lounge room.

I want to ask you a few things about life in London in the early 70s, to get a picture of what it was really like. For example, was there alcohol at the music gigs you went to?

If it was a school, church or community hall, no. If it was a pub, yes.

Did you and your friends drink as much then as young people tend to drink now when you all went out?

No, we didn't. I think it had a lot to do with money. We didn't have the disposable income, and it was unheard of to still be living at home with the parents after the age of 20.

Was weed and LSD as big and easily accessible as depictions of the 60s and 70s would have us believe?

The drugs! Got to have drugs. Pot (weed) was easy to grow, very cheap. Used to smoke it in bongs rather than joints, more bang for your buck. Trips [LSD] were cheap, I think. About 2 pounds and you were on the high for over 24 hours with no sleep. My drug of choice was hash. Either the oil or the block. It was a nice high, but you could not function well. But if you listen to the music of the time it really does reflect what it was like, to have a group of friends over for a session. Having said all that the most outlandish and shocking drug I ever saw anyone use was the birth control pill. Didn't you have to hide that stuff away?!

Can you tell us some 70s slang that isn’t really in use anymore? What in the world does “ultra-blagging” mean? (As written in a letter penned by Freddie to his friend Celine in 1969.)

Abso-bloody-lootely!

Man, I thought I was the bees knees to be on a scholarship in London. But that didn't stop me from jigging or having a skive day. They were the days that I blagged my way into a pub, had too many lagers and ended up chundering in the gutter. That was how you knew your night was ace. I would get a right bollocking if anyone found out. It would be a bugger when all that you could find at a car boot sale was chavtastic, but sometimes you could be Jammy Dodger and tickety-boo you find something brilliant. Bob's your uncle. Anyways, I need to see a man about a dog.

[It seems to me that J uses a bit of Australian slang here, like chundering, which makes sense because she is, after all, Australian. She also provided the translation:]

Cheers

J

It would be my honour.

I felt very privileged to be given a scholarship that let me study in England. But being so young and having no family to guide me, it was often tempting to not turn up or give a false excuse for being sick. (I had a lot of food poisoning). These would often happen if the night before I had been drinking beer and ended up vomiting outside the pub. But in my young mind that was a good night. If any of the teachers found me drinking I would be in a lot of trouble. Often I would have to say I was holding it for someone else. Not having much clothes with me, I would buy them second hand from church jumble sales or other students and, yes, Kensington market (the market). Some of the stuff would not be very tasteful or in good condition. But sometimes you would find something that was cheap and in good condition. I will stop this text now as I must go to the toilet.

PS: Ultrablagging sounds very Freddie. Blagging was used, but not ultra, meaning to persuade someone to do something or act better than you are. They were always rock stars.

Sincerely

J

[It was at this point that I realised I was talking to an absolute legend. She also told me then that the majority of her old photographs had sadly been lost when her house was flooded in 1988, including most of the photographs from her stay in London. Noooo! :(]

When you went out to dance, did you have only live music? Were there DJs yet?

You know, that is hard. We did not have a DJ. Sometimes there would be a band. Often we looked for places with a band or the jukebox. I think pubs closed at 10pm and some stayed open to 12 or 1, but public transport stopped at 9. So if you had not arranged a lift then you had to make the last bus. Most of the time we would be heading back to someone's place to get stoned and then crash there. In the morning you would have to work out where you were. When I got back to Australia, the discos were all the rage. They could have been in London too but it was not cool to like disco.

How many people would show up to Queen’s gigs when they played in pubs or at, for example, the Imperial College?

Depending on the location and the night: 10 to 1000!

So how did you first meet the Queen boys?

I was at the pub talking about a band we saw last week when Brian stuck his head into our booth telling us he knew a better one. Thinking about seeing them at the stall... Roger not often, Freddie quite a lot. Often on different stalls, I think that is why I can't remember the name. [The name of the stall. Other sources confirm that Freddie also worked at Alan Muir’s stall, for example, selling shoes.]

How well did you know them?

Just looking at your tumblr account. [she has had a look at my blog, where somebody asked if ‘groupie’ meant she had slept with the band] No, I never slept with the boys. I would not say I was a close friend, but I started at Ealing Art College in ‘72 and moved in the same circles. I loved the music and could be called one of the first groupies. I had to sneak into the pubs because I was 16. Roger always teased me for being so young. They all did seem to be one very large family, not just the band. It was a group of about twenty regulars, both male and female. Everyone knew that Fred was too gay to function. We were all at the gay rights march in London in 1972, had to run after the march. Lots of sharpies [Australian slang: youth gang, thugs] wanting to bash us. Back then I was in every protest that was going, student union rights, even the secretary protest. Just part of the times, stick it to Man or Woman. I left London in ‘74 for Australia, been here ever since and lost track of the boys but have never stopped being a fan.

What do you remember about them? How would you describe their personalities?

Don’t let the trolls hate me, but I did not like Brian. I found him to be rather full of himself. Space was a subject you never brought up around Brian or you would die of old age before he stopped talking. He was always the first to speak and start a conversation and then quickly passed you off to John, who was always tired and shy. Roger was also quite shy at times. He was very self-conscious of his looks, as he felt being pretty, nobody would take him seriously. Fred, well, he was not yet the big star, so I think he was working on his stage persona. When talking to groups at parties, he had the best stories of things that had happened to him or close friends. They were very funny and very descriptive. He was the life of the party. When he had a few to drink or was the centre of attention, he would take a cigarette out of the closest person’s hand and start smoking. Now remember this is the point of view of a 16-year-old girl that was a fish out of water, trying to fit in and not having much worldly experience.

It is said that Freddie and Roger were very stylish. How did they dress in everyday life?

Fred would do his hair and makeup to check the mail. Yes, he was always turned out, but so were a lot of people. Freddie did go over the top with hats, scarfs and jewellery. With Roger, it is a surprise he was able to have kids his jeans were that tight. And his shirts were always open unless he was in a jumper. I think it could have been so that you knew he was male, as it was the start of the unisex clothing. When I travelled out of London I realised it was a London thing. When I got back to Australia everyone thought I was a show-off.

There are some disagreements about how tall especially Freddie was. I know this is a difficult thing to try and remember accurately. But do you remember?

Freddie was taller than me but everyone was. Roger was shorter than Fred, but I never saw Roger in platform shoes. I did meet up with the band by chance at Sydney airport in 1984, said ‘hello’ but they did not remember me, or if they did then they did not say anything and I did not want to be a dork. At that time Fred was the same height as me (5ft 8in/1.72m), Roger was taller than me. It made me think at the time that he had a growth spurt! John was shorter than me and Brian has always been tall. [I have a feeling the platform shoes - or lack thereof - played a vital role here! Although 172cm for Freddie seems likely.]

You said everyone knew Freddie was “too gay to function”. Attitudes towards homosexuality have changed so much that it can be hard for us, now, to fathom what exactly people must have thought of him. Was it more of a joke that he was so camp? Was it something he would have been teased for? Also, he had a girlfriend. Did you ever meet Mary or the other girlfriends?

In 1972 a whole group of us - and I am pretty sure that Fred, Roger, Brian and Tim were there - were in a gay pride march. [Since then, J has found and showed me a picture of a boy she thought was Tim Staffel, and it wasn't, so Tim was most definitely not there. Whether Freddie, Roger and Brian really were there or if J is misremembering, who knows?] Us youth believed you could not choose who you fell in love with and if it was same sex, so what? However, if it was two girls then it was every guy’s duty to change her!

It was also a time that the gayer the guy was, the more the girls were interested. Also, if a guy was gay then you did not have to worry about him and he was a good person to take with you if you were going out drinking. However, the police, parents, teachers and anyone of authority were horrified and treated them badly. I did meet Mary a couple of times at pubs and once after a gig. This is just my opinion, but I found her a bitch. It could be that I was so young. It could be that I was very Australian. It could be that she felt threatened as my accent was a magnet to people around. And the boys (Queen) were no exception. Brian had a cousin in OZ and was always asking questions. I remember that my close group of friends thought that Mary made the perfect girlfriend for Fred as they were as fake as each other. Having said that about them, I often wonder if I would think the same now and if my perceptions were just because she would not give me the time of Day. Chrissy and Jo were a lot of fun.

This was before your time, but I read that Freddie's nickname at Ealing Art School was ‘Freddie Baby’. Any ideas how this came about? His showmanship or maybe personality traits?

I don't think so. There were an older crowd that would talk like that. I think the slang ‘baby’ was a 60’s thing, like groovy baby.

How long, roughly, did Roger and Freddie have their stall? I can't find anywhere when it closed down. What did it actually look like? Was it a sort of wooden stall type of thing? Or an actual room? What were some of the other things people sold at Kensington Market? Mostly clothes or all sorts?

The markets were little divided shops. The back was brick and the walls wood. I have been trying all day to remember the name. [Of the stall.] I think it was something hard to say. More often than not it would be Freddie's dad in the store. It was still open when I left. Roger and Freddie were both in the store on Saturdays and some Sundays. There was a girl, I think Jill, who was in the store more. And during the week it could be anyone. You name it and you could get it at the markets. Second hand or designer clothes, shoes, jewellery, pot and assortments. Hair cuts, food, bric-a-brac.

Wait, wait. What? Freddie’s dad? Really now?

Yeah, it was an older Indian man. so we just assumed it was his father. It was my understanding that he started the stall then the boys would work it as the whole markets were set up for younger people, but if needed he would work there. I don't think the boys would be able to pay the rent on their own. [I have since found out that the stall closed in late 1971, and Freddie continued to work at the Market until '74, for Alan Mair and possibly others. So the stall J witnessed wasn't their original stall - explaining all the different people she saw there - but she had no way of knowing that it wasn't.] They always had incense burning that was very big in the 70s. I still occasionally bring out the sticks, but it does not last like the candles and diffusers of today. If you could get in touch with Robert Daniels, he ran ChaChaDumDum it was the stall across from Freddie. He would know the dates.

[J says it’s this look, in a picture she happened across while looking at my tumblr] Yep, that is the one. It usually means that he does not believe or agree with something that was said and is working out how to respond, or he has lost the plot.

You mentioned Roger seemed shy to you at times. Was he also quite charming? We read a lot about what a chick magnet he was. Was this the impression you had?

My favorite subject! I had a thing for Roger. Everyone has a type and mine is the blue-eyed blond. Now, before you ask, was he brunet? No, he was a mouse/dirty blond. If it was summer he would have blond streaks mostly at the ends. He knew he was pretty and was always dressed in the latest fashion and had the current hairstyle. So, being my type I was constantly watching him. Everyone slept around during that time. I did not notice Roger doing it more or less. 80% of the time he was with Jo. Yes, he was a chick magnet, but he did not do the chasing. He was always very polite to everyone. If it ever looked like there would be any conflict he would be the first to leave it. It was not that he was a coward, just not into conflict. If he saw anyone that needed help he was right there, and often had to have Freddie's back. I never saw him in a fight. He could always talk his way out of things. He was also very patient and would listen for hours to other people talk. However, he would get this vacant look in his eyes at times.

And Freddie would either click his fingers, change the subject or just give up. I don’t think that Brian noticed, and it would be fair game for John, he would see how far he could push it. Roger liked to drink a fair bit and when drunk he would be hanging all over Jo. If she was not there then he missed Jo. If, however, he thought that he or his friends were not being respected, then look out! It was a verbal volcano heading your way. That is what happened to me one time. I was trying to talk with my friends close to where a drunken Roger was and I yelled at him to shut the hell up, you wannabe blond. We/I coped a mouthful back, all in the same sentence, that finished with: Sorry, I didn't realise you were on your rags (period)! I have to have the last word, so I told him the truth: I don’t get them yet! (I was a late starter.) He went so red in the face and called me JB [jail bait] from then.

You also mentioned Roger’s cat Ziggy having kittens. I read about this but never when exactly it was. Do you remember?

I think it was winter ‘73. I remember being cold when he was asking around the pub. [To find homes for the kittens, I gather.]

Is it quite strange reading fictional interpretations of real people you knew? When did you first find out there was Queen fanfic?

No, we used to make up stories about people all the time, a verbal fanfic. Was looking up Adam Lambert and came across the fanfics. Some had me in stitches! Others, like DoA, had me hooked.

Please, allow me to be a little self-indulgent at the end. What's one thing I got totally RIGHT in DoA?

All the Ibex stuff.

What's one thing I got totally WRONG in DoA?

Roger did not have a temper, and I don’t know what the go with his father was, but he would talk about him quite a bit and was always visiting his mum. [Absolutely fair, not only did I change the timeline of Roger’s parents divorce in DoA - for lack of information at the time - but also created a completely fictional narrative around it for the sake of storytelling.]

J, thank you so much for all this, sincerely. Can you tell me a little more about yourself? Are you still an artist?

I don't paint or draw any more. At the age of a 50 the doctors operated on an aneurysm or three, and now my eyesight is very bad, I have no fine motor skills and a tremor. I was married in January 1984 and have just celebrated our 37 year anniversary. I have one daughter who is 30 and two great, although tiring grandkids. A girl, 11, and one boy, 5. I have lived my life as the average middle class Australian with great memories. Talking with you has helped me a lot to remember a time when the world was mine for the taking. When I returned to OZ I started nursing, met my best friend, and we planned that once we graduated we would go back to London to study midwifery. But I fell in love instead.

J's wedding in 1984. As you can see, she found her own blue-eyed blond.

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Upon request, J has shared some of her past and present artwork with me.

These are from her time at Ealing Art School:

These were done later, back in Australia:

J: Did this just before Christmas as you had inspired me. It did not require fine motor skills!

So there you have it! I hope you found this little glimpse through a 16-year-old girl’s eyes as much of a fascinating read as I did. I urge everybody one more time to remember that J did not have to share any of this, and I think we all owe her a big thank you for delving into her memories. She is likely to see the responses on AO3, so I have comment moderation enabled there as I will not let anybody harass this lovely lady. The tumblr she created is @since72, but she isn’t really an active user and also very new to it all. Again, I can only urge everybody to be respectful.

If you have other burning question for J, feel free to leave them in the comments on AO3. I will either pass them on, or she may want to reply to them herself directly.

#Queen band #Freddie Mercury #Roger Taylor #John Deacon #Brian May #interview #i am so excited about this #so much into #information #JB

[twst-campos13]

UwU welcome to the twst writing fandom~ Aha finally a blog that can write for male! mc,I haven't seen them for a while nor there are a lot of~ Can i request hc with the first years with a male crush reader~? Hope that you'll get many followers! ahehe~I dunno what to say. Hope that you have a great day, UwU -🍵🌱✨

Hello there Tea Non! (can I call you that qq?) Sorry for the wait!! Jack’s part feels a bit too short and Sebek’s quite long,, ^^’’

Warnings: mild language! internalized homophobia (Epel’s part!) Tags: fluff, male!reader

➸ Ace is a little shit bastard, but he (along with Deuce) practically became best friends. You're one of the people he would tease to death and annoy with but also he would stand by your side no matter what.

➸ You banter a lot together. You'd fight, argue, and even tease each other which is considered "too mean" to other people.

➸ Though your arguing turns to flirting sometimes. You didn't even realize it, Ace didn't even realize it, but your friends did and they're placing bets if you two are actually into each other or not. 

➸ How long did Ace figure out that this isn't just a normal bro-thing? Well, suddenly, seeing you scowl at him and swear at him is becoming more than amusing—it's becoming endearing. He likes the way you look at him or even gets hyped up in annoying you when you fire back with remarks.

➸ The fluttering feeling in his chest only grew when you two were play flirting. He grinned cheekily at you about maybe needing some company while doing library duty. You know what you said to him back? 

➸ "Awe, Ace. Do you want to be alone with me that much?"

➸ His brain tried what just happened and why that he was so red right after that whole exchange. You two always flirted and bickered, right? Why does it feel kinda different now?? What??? Hnajgejegegaeg????

➸ Then you started to do intimately nice things to him—like that one time you had to tend to his hand after burning himself during potions class—then oh, oh. Fuck. Oh fuck. He has a crush on you. Does that surprise him? To have a crush on a guy? Not particularly, because this isn't the first time it happened. 

➸ Before Ace met his ex-girlfriend, he already experienced what it's like to have a crush on a guy. He didn't understand why or why that feeling is the same feeling he has for a girl. 

➸ His brother found out first then he came out to his mom. She did call it a phase but in a way that she was supportive of him questioning his sexuality. His mom assured him that she wouldn't love him less if he's bisexual.  

➸ Ace just hopes this little crush of his doesn't develop. He doesn't want things to get awkward between the two of you! Just because he likes the way your cheeks reddens when he slings an arm around you and pinches your cheek, doesn't mean you can do the same to him...okay, maybe he'd like that a little bit

➸ Deuce is a smart student. He's loyal, reliable, and diligent. However, sometimes he just comes off as dense. 

➸ He's comfortable with his sexuality. Whatever it is that is seen as too intimate for two bros to share is normal for him. After all, you're his best friend! Along with Ace and Grim. There's nothing weird about how he's treating you because he treats his friends the same way. 

➸ Said friends watch his imaginary ears and tail wag when you praise him or compliment him. Okay, who's gonna tell him? 

➸ It's like they were the ones who realize Deuce has a crush on you first than Deuce himself. They started placing bets on when he's going to realize it or if you'll be the one to find out and Deuce still hasn't realized what he's feeling is infatuation.

➸ It's rather cute, actually. Deuce is already cute but he became quite endearing when he smiles at you. How he's always making sure to see if you're comfortable, checking in on your wellbeing, and asking if you need help.

➸ He's a little protective of you, too. Granted he controls himself to not get into too many fights. He doesn't want you to get roped into the fights and get hurt. However, if some mob student even dares to mess with you when you aren't even doing anything, you got some backup. (Don't mess with the First Year Squad).

➸ Ace teases him about his little crush on you which leads to Deuce punching his arm all flustered. He's a little shit to Deuce about this too, always making kissy sounds when Deuce gets too cute around you.

➸ The funny thing is, Deuce doesn't even realize he's infatuated with you. Again, he thinks you just have a special place in his heart. You're his bro and he's willing to fight with you. 

➸ He finally realized when he talked to his mom about you and she commented how glad she is that her son found someone he can be happy with. She reminded him to take his crush as a motivation in his studies, and Deuce nodded at her advice.

➸ Wait WHAT—

➸ Epel is by no means weak. This boy worked at a farm before he was in NRC. That pretty face doesn't mean a pretty heart (sometimes). 

➸ Though the urge to pick him up out of nowhere is tempting. No one in the squad tried to do it to catch him off guard (Ace attempted to while Deuce stopped him, Sebek doesn't think it's necessary, and Jack only picked him up because they were working out together). Besides, he isn't some damsel to be hoisted out of nowhere! He doesn't like it...or so he thought when you picked him up by the torso to move him out of the way. Epel didn't see Grim running at full speed on the ground because his tail got bitten by a live crab. Your first instinct was to just grab and lift him—you didn't mean to startle him, really. 

➸ Needless to say, Epel developed a new emotion. He doesn't know what to call it or if there's even a name for it. Is there a name for "brain shutting down for brief moments after being picked up with ease?"

➸ Does he like you? Does he actually have a crush on you?? He never had a crush on a guy before—he never had a crush on anyone. Does the fluttery feeling in his chest when you touch shoulders mean that he likes you?? ahufaeofaufea????!!

➸ He's just...lost. So lost about what he's feeling towards you. A lot of invasive and absurd thoughts flood his mind. Do you have a crush on him too? Will you like him? Would you find him weird? Who's gonna "wear the pants" in the relationship?? He doesn't want that! Liking a guy doesn't make him less manly, right? RIGHT??

➸ "Hey Epel are you—" | "I DON'T LIKE HIM." | "...dude I was just gonna ask if you're finished with your essay..."

➸ The squad (sans you) have to reassure Epel that his feelings for you are valid and that doesn't make him less manly than he already is (Jack and Deuce). Liking a guy is the same as liking anyone else (Sebek). Worrying about a certain role to play in a relationship between same-sexes is kinda homophobic (Ace). 

➸ That assured him, atleast. He isn't familiar with liking a guy. Plus, with where he came from, it's definitely uncommon. However...there is one thing that Epel is familiar with.

➸ He definitely fantasized about meeting someone to grow old with. Someone who will love him back and share dreams with. No one knows about this of course—what are you talking about? He's not a sappy, romantic person. Not at all!!

➸ Jack would deny it 100% 

➸ There is no way he has a crush on you! He can't do that to you—no way. He respects you enough to keep your relationship as just friends. If you're bros, you're bros.

➸ Yeah, that doesn't really work out well for him.

➸ It's easy to tell if Jack likes you or not because he's good at hiding his emotions through defensive remarks (plus his resting face is a scowl). The Kouhai Squad would look at his ears and tail wagging when you even smile at him or congratulate him for a job well done. He's like a puppy,,,

➸ Whenever the Squad would point this out he will deny it. There is no way in Twisted Wonderland that he has a crush on you! He doesn't! Those are...just instinctive bodily reactions!

➸ "You held hands, dude." | "So? That isn't weird." | "Your tail is wagging." | "NO IT ISN'T!!"

➸ It's not like he doesn't like you, he's just...embarrassed. It's like you know what makes him flustered and that makes his heart do a little tap dance. He (somehow) wants to do the same to you. Make you flustered, embarrassed, happy...it's only fair! 

➸ He needs to get over this little crush of his...because you're starting to catch up on why he's acting weirdly. If he tells you how he feels about you, how would you take it? He doesn't want to ruin your relationship with each other...aghh why is this so hard?? Jack wishes working on his feelings is as easy as training in Magift...

➸ Admiration and pride are something Sebek is familiar with, but infatuation is new.  

➸ Admiring someone and having a crush on them are two similar but different things. When your bond with him develops he...starts to get a little confused. 

➸ Has those feelings always been there? Are they different? He wasn't being this weird back then! A simple bump on the shoulders shouldn't spark so much electricity inside him to cause him to tense up! 

➸ Sebek was good to hide these new reactions towards you...somewhat. He has to atleast act like everything is normal so he can evaluate what kind of feelings he has towards you. Which works and kinda doesn't since when you do something a little intimate (like a shoulder pat, a cheeky smile, or even praise) he gets a little red. Red. Nevermind Deuce and Jack are asking if he's okay while Grim judges from afar. 

➸ He still doesn't understand why he feels so weird around you so he decided to ask someone who has experience—an adult if you will! A humble, wise, elder fae that surely has some explanation for the weird fluttery feeling in his stomach.  

➸ "You are infatuated—or to put it simply, you have a crush on the Prefect," Lilia explained to him. Sebek needed a few moments for that information to sink in. He has a crush on you. Okay, that's the mundane mystery solved. What is he gonna do with that information? Carry on with your friendship knowing things might get awkward around the both of you? 

➸ Luckily, Lilia gave him three questions to answer personally so he may evaluate his feelings for you. In that way, Sebek knows what the next steps to take without rushing in blindly. You consider him as your friend and he returns that sentiment! He wishes to respect you as you respect him. 

➸ Are you a distraction? Oh, definitely! Ever since he started to harbor feelings for you, his thoughts often lead up to you. When the young master is talking about you, he finds himself listening in, not just because Malleus is talking, but because he wonders about what kind of human is friends with his young master. This caused him to write a few words related to you in the essay he was supposed to be writing! When he and Silver are sparring, Silver has the audacity to throw your name into his comment which caught him off guard. In other words: you are despicably distracting!

➸ Are you a motivation? Well...yes. Sebek is proud to be a knight for the young master and he continues to strive in his position. He knows there is still much to learn as a knight and he is willing to develop his skills more to become better. Somehow, you acknowledge his diligence and even commend him for it. Yet you look after him, saying that he needs someone to fight for him. He laughs at that incredulous thought. Sebek prefers he do that to you along with his friends, instead. All of the squad are an odd bunch, including you. Sebek...wants to protect you as well. Somehow, knowing that you are safe urges him to make sure that you'll remain safe.

➸ Are you an inspiration? Sebek ponders on that question. Somehow it is related to the second, but he thinks carefully about it. He noticed how most of the poetry he makes is because of you—he needs an outlet for his feelings, don't take it weirdly—and although the theme varies, the subject of interest is you. 

➸ Now that he answered all three of those questions...shall he proceed with courting you? No, that's too fast. Lilia told him to enjoy his youth and don't dive into relationships quickly.

➸ However! He shall confess to you to rid of the constricting feeling in his chest! Sebek wants to talk to you normally again without any hidden feelings!

#camposnotes #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #first year squad #ace trappola #deuce spades #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #ace trappola x reader #deuce spades x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #jack howl x reader #please dont lew the first years #wrote this out of like with the memory of being a teenager having their first crush #also this is the first time i wrote about the first years #i also listened to a playlist !! while wriitng it #its called falling in love with my best friend by rainberry #bc i do believe the first year squad are best friends #twst ace trappola #twst deuce spades #twst epel felmier #twst sebek zigvolt #twst jack howl #twst grim