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greg-montgomery · 7 months

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any other world - prologue

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au

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to those who voted no on my poll: i see you and i get you 🙏🏻 i’ll try not to be frustrating and make you wait too long

also i want to thank @criminalskies and @hotchs-bitch for listening to me talk about this idea, it motivated me 🫶🏻

- 18 -

“Stop!”

“Not unless you tell me.”

“Never.”

Sticking to your word seemed impossible at that moment though, as Aaron’s hands attacked your sides, causing you to giggle in a way that made it hard to breathe.

“Okay, I give up,” you cried out. “I give up, stop.”

“Okay,” he said, and the motion of his hands turned quickly into a comforting, soothing one.

“Promise you won’t make fun?”

Aaron lowered himself on top of you and left a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. “On my life,” he said, and placed his palm over his chest.

“Alright…” You took a deep breath and continued. “Leila if it’s a girl. Jack if it’s a boy.”

Aaron had promised he wouldn’t make fun, so it sure made you feel curious as to why he had turned red from laughing.

“You liar!” You slapped his arm softly.

“No,” he rushed to defend himself, his voice muffled with laughter. “No, it’s just…Jack is the most generic name. How did you come up with that?”

“I just think it’s cute. Jack,” you said the name with a smile. “Short and cute.”

“Jack…” he repeated after you, testing it on his tongue. “Maybe you’re onto something.”

“See? I told you.”

“Jack and Leila.”

“We’re having both?” you questioned with a grin.

“Obviously.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to your body. Aaron melted on top of you in the same way he always did, as if you were his home.

You stared up at him dreamily, running your fingers through his hair; dark and full, you wished your future kids would get that part of him. His dimples, his smile, his cheeks... every part of him was perfect.

“You’re staring, tulip.”

“What? Am I not allowed to admire the future father of my kids?”

Aaron’s grin grew wider, but he didn’t let you look at it for too long, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving tiny kisses on the sensitive skin.

“I’m gonna wake up every morning before anyone else to make us all a nice breakfast.”

“Now I know that’s a lie,” he said, his lips behind your ear. “You’re always still asleep when I return from my morning runs.”

“Okay, fine. You’ll make breakfast, I’ll make dinner.”

“Deal.”

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“Stay still!”

“I am still!”

“You’re not and it’s gonna turn out all wrong. It has to be perfect.”

Aaron pouted, but followed your instructions anyway. You both wanted it to look as real as possible. Then people would think you were real soulmates already. Even if you were only eleven.

A.H. on your skin. [Y/I] on his.

Your classmates later made fun of you for them and said they looked fake. But neither of you cared. You just had to stay patient, and the marks on your wrists would turn real when it was finally time.

- 16 -

Tulip was an easy flower to draw as a kid. Especially when you had to draw one every day for the boy you had a crush on.

Now, as a teenager you cringed at the memory of all the drawings you used to leave on Aaron’s desk during third grade. But Aaron had never made fun of you for it. Instead he had shown you his collection of your tulip drawings. He had kept them all in a shoe box.

Just like you had kept his. And on top of the stack there was of course the most important one. The one with the “Will you be my girlfriend?” question and the ‘yes or no’ boxes underneath it.

You were both artistic as kids when it came to expressing your love for each other and it was both sweet and embarrassing.

You and Aaron had grown up together, your houses right next to each other. The memory of your first day of school with a little backpack in one hand and Aaron’s hand in your other was engraved in your brain.

Aaron was your best friend. The one who stood up for you every time a kid decided to be funny on your expense. The one who helped you with your homework when science got too hard to understand. The one you played hide and seek with and had physical fights with over board games.

But he was also the boy you had a crush on. The one that filled your stomach with butterflies every time he smiled at you. The one whose name you filled your notebook pages with along with pink glittery hearts. The one who stole your first kiss and the one you daydreamed about every night as you fell asleep.

He was your soulmate. And he thought so too.

“Is Aaron staying for dinner?” your mom yelled from downstairs, as you and Aaron studied on your bedroom floor.

“He is,” you yelled back, without even asking him. He kept running his thumb over his knuckles, which was a sign that he was stressed. There was no need for him to tell you what had happened when he had rung your doorbell earlier that day. All the screaming from the house next to yours had reached your own ears perfectly clear.

If you could, you’d hold him in your arms forever, protecting him from the world. He’d never have to go home again.

“We have tomato soup and grilled cheese, your favorite,” you whispered and he smiled at you.

- 21 -

A pair of chapped lips pressed against your forehead, as your naked body was resting against Aaron’s.

“I’ve told you to put this on before bed. It’ll change your life,” you said, shifting to reach a small lip balm jar you had left on his nightstand.

Opening the little box, you dipped your ring finger in it and got some product, ready to apply it on Aaron’s lips.

Using your arm on his chest to steady yourself, you put it gently across his lips.

“My soulmate mark is about to appear in less than ten minutes and you’re worried about my chapped lips,” he joked.

“Exactly! It’s a big moment for us, and your lips need to be ready.”

“Ready for what?” he smirked.

“Shut up,” you said, and dropped your head back on his chest.

His fingers tracing patterns on your bare back made you yawn and he was quick to prevent you from falling asleep.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

“Eight minutes,” he breathed.

“Eight minutes and our forever begins.”

@magical-spit

#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch 🪐#any other world

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mooodyblue · 5 months

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Lillyyyyy I just had an Idea, so what if when Elvis is filming his 68 comeback special he has to take the reader who is little with him and the colonel doesn’t like one bit of it so when Elvis is filming some back Tom Parker goes to his dressing room to pick on the reader and he says hurtful things to her like “you’re nothing but a gold digger” and other mean things to where she goes nonverbal and when Ep comes back into his dressing room he just sees the colonel picking with her hair ripping her drawing up and knocking everything she had over he even witnessed what the colonel told her. Ep barges in and starts yelling at the colonel and tells him to stay away from us but the colonel rolls his eyes and puts up an argument saying things like “she is distracting you! Can’t you see that, putting up this act. She’s acting like a full on baby.” You can finish the rest ❤️

ty for the request! this was super fun to write. i love writing anything that involves making the colonel out to be the most annoying man to ever exist 😈

pairing: 60s!elvis x little!gn!reader

wc: 1.5k

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you watched as elvis adjusted himself in his dressing room, dressed in black leather with his hair done up nicely. you knew how important this day was for him. he was beaming with nervousness and excitement and of course, you were as well. maybe too excited as you had gone down right before it was time to leave for nbc studios.

he didn’t mind if you were little, it didn’t bother him at all. you always understood that elvis has a job to do and that he can’t play with you every single second of the day—especially today of all days.

but again, you were so excited for him. you loved watching him get dressed in all the different outfits, performing his heart out just like he should have been doing all these years. today he’d be filming in front of an audience which you knew he was horrified about, thankfully the cuteness he had to endure from a little you helped ease his mind off his stress and anxieties.

he buttoned up his jacket, giving you a soft smile as he watched you doodle in a little notebook with your crayons, a messy bow in your hair from his attempt at doing your hair earlier that morning. elvis crouched down at the table, looking down at the notebook. “you're so talented, honey.” he grinned. “you gonna draw somethin’ for me for when i get out? a nice lil’ reward for daddy's hard work?” he teased, pinching your cheek as you let out a soft squeal.

you nodded excitedly, “mhm!” you grinned. “‘m gonna draw daddy!”

he let out a gasp, “really!” he placed a kiss onto your scalp, ruffling your hair a bit before standing up. “you make me look real good, baby. alright? i wanna see it when i finish up here.”

“okay, daddy!” you nodded, “good luck!”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

you kept to yourself, music booming from outside his dressing room. you hummed and rocked to his voice as you continued to draw, making sure your drawing of elvis was as perfect as he hoped for.

the faint sound of a door opening and closing filled your ears, followed up with the tapping of a cane. you lifted your head, looking at the larger and older man in front of you.

now, you were well aware of how his manager strongly disapproved of you. but elvis never cared, it was his personal life–not the colonel's. he did make you nervous though, he didn't understand you being an age regressor. he didnt understand why you felt the need to act like a toddler, being helpless at your big age.

you gulped looking up at him, watching how he hovered over you and looked at the array of crayons, markers and at the little gear you had around you. elvis brought along your sippy cup and a paci, as well as a few coloring books and toys to keep you entertained until he finished up with filming for the day.

“look at all this junk, this garbage.” the colonel spat, pointing at the table with his cane.

you sat there silently, trying to keep your mouth shut just like elvis told you. you held your head down, going back to your drawing.

he wasn't having it, scoffing at you and shaking his head. “you're a grown person, wearing bows in your hair and coloring like a toddler.” he shook his head. “you're dating elvis presley and this is what you choose to do in your free time?”

“he still loves me.” you muttered.

his cane met with your drawing, creating a circular stain of dirt right in the middle of the paper. “you're nothin’ but a gold diggin’ freak who acts like a baby to get what they want. now i demand you get up from this floor and go out there and support the man you supposedly love.” he said sternly.

you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. he ruined your pretty drawing for elvis. if he wanted you out in the audience so badly, he would have asked. but he didn't, you were staying out of his way just as he wished. you certainly weren't a gold digger either. you didn't ask elvis to buy you nice things, it's just what he did. he didn't know what no meant, he did it out of the kindness of his heart and his love for you.

words were formed in your brain to spit back at the old man in front of you, but nothing could come out. you had an ashamed look on your face, glancing down at the now-ruined drawing that sat on the table.

“are you listening?” he asked, stomping his cane again. “get up!”

you shook your head and stayed in your spot, refusing to get up for the colonel. but enough was enough for him, he ripped out the pretty bow that elvis had put in your hair just for you and stuck his cane under your arm, trying to force you up. that alone stood you up, cheeks now stained with tears as he picked up your drawing, ripping it in half in front of your very own eyes.

outside the dressing room, there were loud cheers—the music finally coming to an end. maybe that meant elvis was coming back.

foot steps were approaching, the sound of leather rubbing as he walked and laughter got closer and closer–finally coming to a halt once the door was opened. there stood elvis, turning his head to look at the scene in front of him.

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his face turned red with anger. “now, what in the goddamn hell are you doin’?!” he shouted, storming in and pushing his manager away. “you putin’ your hands on my baby? or am i just imagining things, huh?”

the colonel stumbled back, scoffing again and shaking his head. “this child of yours has been nothing but a distraction!” he argued. “they’re doing nothing for you except sitting back here playing with toys all while you do the hard work. can’t you see you’re being used?”

“the hell i am!” he yelled, “what i do with them and what they do in their own time ain’t nobodies business but mine and theirs. not you.” he pointed his finger angrily at parker, his eyes full of anger and fury.

“mr. presley, i will not stand here and watch them put on such an embarassing act for you. they’re acting like a baby! can’t you see the problem here?”

“oh, i can see a problem alright.” elvis spat, putting his hands on his hips. he turned his head to you, looking at the sad look on your face. his heart broke seeing what that awful manager of his did to you, your hair ruined and the drawing he was so excited to see now torn apart on the floor. he walked over to you, rubbing your back as the colonel stood there still disgusted by the look of you.

“you alright, baby?” he cooed, trying to calm you down. “what did that mean man do to my baby, hm?” you didn’t respond, instead burying your face in his neck as you let out a soft whine. he could tell when you couldn’t speak. one of your ways of dealing with stressful situations, especially when they happen so sudden, was to become unable to speak. he never pressured you to say a single word if you didn’t want to.

however, it angered him that you were bullied to the point of going nonverbal. he wasn’t going to stand for that. the pretty little face he saw before heading on stage looked so broken, he wanted that version of you back.

he stepped up to his manager, getting right in his face. “i ain’t afraid of you.” he said lowly. “you stay the hell away from them. if i see you lay even a finger on them, you’ll pay. i’ll make sure of it.” he took a deep breath, looking back at you then at him. “get the hell out of my dressin’ room.”

it was clear he wanted to argue more, but he left with a scowl on his face—making his way out of the dressing room and slamming the door behind him.

elvis sighed, turning to look at you before pulling you in for a hug. you sobbed on his shoulder, holding him tightly and never wanting to let go. “i know, baby.” he rubbed at your back again, cooing softly in your ear. “i’m sorry, honey. i’m so sorry.” he pulled away, pressing his lips against your forehead with a soft smile. “lets see that lil’ picture you drew for me.”

your eyes darted to the ripped-up drawing on the floor, a pout on your face as he walked over to pick it up. “nah, we can save it!”

he put the ripped-up pieces together in front of his face, grinning widely. “see! look at that. you’re so talented, baby!” it was just a mere drawing of a stick figure, a poor attempt at drawing a white suit on white paper on the said figure. but in his eyes, it was the best thing he had ever seen.

#elvis x reader

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antiwhores · 1 year

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hihi! remember the perv bakugou post? that but with denki (i love your writing btw)

Pervert!Denki x Reader

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Just some headcannons about Kaminari being a big ass pervert to you

unedited, masturbation, peeping, non con pictures, stealing, etc.

I am not proof reading this 😣. Hope you enjoy! I’ve never written about him before but hope this satisfies!

Pervert Denki is WAY less ashamed than the regular guy.

He feeds into his own excuses by saying that this is normal for him. That its okay because he’s not doing any real harm.

He’ll still try to keep it a secret from you.

He doesn’t want you finding out about how weird he is. He’s liked other girls before and when they find out about his perverted ways they always steer clear of him.

THATS when he starts feeling ashamed in himself. And its only gotten worse after the last time he got caught.

He really liked this girl a couple years back. He would just catch himself sneaking glances from… unusual positions… in usual places. Nothing serious in his opinion.

The girl found out and shunned him. Rumors spread about him being a pervert and for a good year he couldn’t get any play.

He ended apologizing to that girl later on. He genuinely felt bad after some shaming from Kirishima.

He went back to his old ways AS SOON as his heart started to explode from a single touch from you.

He did almost every pervy thing in the book when he met you.

He would gawk at your chest and thighs whenever he could. And sneak peaks at your underwear.

He would look for opportunities to destroy your clothes on “accident” during spars. Like he’d just happen to zap you enough to burn past your clothes. Or maybe he’d accidentally push you into the water just to see your figure and that cute matching underwear set.

He would take pictures at very unusual angles. Sometimes he would just play it off as funny photos. That angle thats supposed to be funny, the one that goes down from your forehead. He would take those on purpose just to get a close up og your tits.

He would find out about your exes and become friends with them just to ask how you were in bed. The details he would ask would be insane. Does she swallow or spit? What color is her pussy? What did it feel like? How deep is her arch? What does she taste like? What shape and size are her titties? How does she take dick? And with all this information, he’d create his own fantasy and jerk to his hearts content.

Although, he would do most of his pervy shit at your house when you finally let him over as your bestfriend.

It always went down for him when you took a shower or just left for a while.

He’d start to go through your stuff, everything. Your panty draw, journal, trash can, every single drawer, your sheets, laundry, computer, etc.

Occasionally, he’d stuff some of your clothes and underwear in his bag. He’d smell the shirt as he fucked into the panties or vice versa. Then he’d wash them, go back to your house, and plant them back where he found them.

If you kept your toys anywhere in that house, god help you. I will not elaborate.

If you’re in the shower, he’d try to find a blindspot to watch you. Not a lot of luck on his part. He’s gonna just have to settle with smelling your body wash and conditioner.

And when you sleep, he’d smell you and excuse himself to your bathroom to jack off. Nothing more. He was scared to do more. He was overpowered by his fear of loosing you over his lust.

And if you so happen to find out about him, he’d be devastated. He couldn’t even avoid it with jokes. He would apologize as soon as he could muster the courage.

But he can’t look you in the eye without laughing as a defense mechanism so he’d have to write you a note. You need to know that he’s serious. Even if he does joke and laugh about it. He doesn’t mean to! He just doesn’t know what to do!

#mha x reader #denki kaminari #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #denki smut #denki imagine #denki x y/n #kaminari smut #kaminari headcanons #kaminari denki

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karmic-vibes · 1 year

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Hopelessly Devoted to You

one-shot inspired by this prompt. enjoy!

cw: n/a :)

wc: 1.9k

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“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, why not?” Steve shrugged as he finished scribbling in the rest of his sign.

“He’s not even gonna see you.”

“Nance, just let him do what he wants,” Robin sighed.

“Yeah, Nance. Okay, you two dimwits ready to go?”

“Yes, dingus, we’ve been ready.”

It was Corroded Coffin’s annual Halloween gig at the Hoosier Dome—the lead singer, Eddie Munson, always insisted on playing his home state during the most sacred time of year. It sold out in minutes. Fans were hunched over their phones and laptops, waiting in the endless queue, hoping they were able to score tickets.

Given that Steve has been a die-hard fan since their first album (mainly because he found Eddie cute), he was a verified-fan on Ticketmaster, scoring him first dibs to all their big events. As much as he’d wanted floor tickets, him, Robin, and Nancy didn’t have enough money pooled, so they all settled for the lodge.

Steve insisted that the girls make signs too, as Eddie always set time aside to read through everyone’s insane, unhinged messages, but they refused. They kept insisting that Eddie wouldn’t be able to see, but that didn’t stop Steve. He figured Eddie wouldn’t be able to see a whole message, so instead he settled for a single word: DADDY?

Robin and Nancy called him crazy, but Steve’s rationale was that if he can’t see it anyway, what’s the harm?

The entire group dressed up as Teen Titans—Robin was Raven, Nancy was Starfire, and Steve was Robin (confusing? Yes. None of them thought that far ahead? Also, yes). They waited in line, got a few beers to sip while the openers performed, and before they knew it, it was showtime.

Corroded Coffin were dressed up as townspeople from The Nightmare Before Christmas, but Eddie was nowhere in sight. All of a sudden, the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar picked up and fog covered the floor of the stage. Eddie’s voice rang throughout the arena, soft and soothing—unlike anyone had ever heard him before.

“I sense there’s something in the wind, that feels like tragedy’s at hand,” he started.

A small trapdoor slowly opened as he sang, letting all the fog sink into it. The guitar plucked on, Eddie’s voice continued blessing everyone’s ears—then, he began to emerge as not Jack, but as Sally, dress and all.

“The worst is just around the bend. And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see… how much he means to me?”

He stopped singing and the guitar paused—the arena went pitchy black. Confused chittered filled the air, but was quickly stopped when all lights were on Eddie wailing on his guitar, breaking into a quick solo. The crowd erupted with cheers as he showed off his skills to his devoted fans. He carried on with singing, ditching the somber tune.

“I think it’s not to be,” he continued. The rest of the band joined in, turning the sad ballad into a newfound rock anthem. “Try as I may, it doesn’t last. And will we ever, end up together? No, I think not, it’s never to become…” The lights flickered before going out again, all instruments and singing coming to a halt. The spotlight shone on Eddie, who returned to his somber tune. “For I am not the one…”

The entire arena was filled with people who were screaming, cheering, and chanting. The lights came up enough to show the rest of the band. Eddie chuckled to himself before taking a sip of his complimentary beer.

“How’re we feeling tonight?” he asked—everyone screamed. “Good, good. Happy Halloween, whores. Thanks for making it out, tonight.”

“We love you, Eddie!” Someone yelled.

“And I have no idea who you are. Alright, let’s kick this bitch.”

The concert continued on with a bang. They sang their usual line-up with a few Halloween-esc songs sprinkled in between. That was the real draw to this concert—it was nearly an entire hour longer because of all the covers he did.

As Eddie finished singing I Put a Spell on You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, he took a few more sips of his beer before drawing his attention to the several signs people created for him.

“Eddie, adopt me! No!” he chuckled. “I missed my aunt’s wedding for this! Good, fuck your aunt. Um, alright…” He scanned the crowd for the next sign. “Eddie (or all of CC) do my BeReal? Yeah, fuck it. Throw me your phone.”

As the audience member tossed him the phone and he snapped the pictures, the camera crew focused in on one sign in particular—Steve’s. Robin and Nancy nudged him as he stood there, beet red in the face. The crowd was going crazy.

“Wow, I didn’t think you guys would have liked watching me take a picture that much,” he laughed to himself.

The people in the pit started yelling in protest, pointing to the arena’s central screen. Eddie cocked a brow and ran to where he could see it.

“Is that what you were screaming for?” The crowd erupted as the camera was still displaying Steve, holding his DADDY? sign up loud and proud. “Sorry… How’re you, sir?” Eddie smiled.

Steve gave him a thumbs up and beamed. Eddie ran over to the edge of the stage, getting as close to Steve’s section as he could. He extended an arm and smirked at the boy.

“Yes?” Everyone cheered as Steve nearly fainted. “Yes?” Steve started dying laughing as the surrounding fans continued yelling. “I fear there may be a communication barrier from this distance.”

“It’s okay, I love you!” Steve yelled, despite Eddie not being able to hear.

“But just know… yes?”

Steve flashed a Cheshire smile at the rockstar as he blushed up to his ears. Steve lowered the signs and blocked out the world around him. He fell back in his seat in awe, dropping his sign to his feet. Robin and Nancy were desperately trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. He’d rather stay in a state of bliss.

Eddie finished up reading through his posters before moving on to his next song. He smirked up the Steve as he went back to his set list.

“This next one goes out to my new baby, apparently,” Eddie teased, winking at Steve. “I was feeling done in, couldn’t win. I’d only ever kissed before…”

Steve’s eyes bulged out of his head as Eddie started singing a rocked out version of Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me (apparently dedicated to him). Steve sat in shock as Eddie pranced around the stage, like the sex symbol he was, singing a song about losing your virginity.

This had to be a dream.

Steve tried to muster his way through the rest of the concert as butterflies did backflips in his stomach.

His long-time crush, Eddie Munson, noticed him and called him his baby!? There was no way is was all real.

A few days later, after Steve managed to compose himself (which was hard to do, considering his social media pages were flooded with different views of his interaction with Eddie), he posted a video of himself hanging and framing the poster.

Thinking nothing of it, he hit upload, only expecting Robin, Nancy, and maybe Dustin go like it. But to his surprise, it went viral. Nearly a million likes and over six million views.

Shit. No way Eddie hasn’t seen this.

I’m awe, Steve posted to his Instagram story, blabbering on about how much attention it was getting. He turned off his notifications and left his phone alone for a while, trying to relieve himself of some of the stress.

That evening, when he did a final scroll through of his socials, he came back to over fifty messages of people who swiped up on his story. But one in particular stuck out.

eddiemunson: yes, baby?

“Oh my god… oh my god!”

His fingers were trembling beneath his touch as he typed out an equally cheeky reply.

kingsteve: oh, daddy, and to think, i never thought you’d answer

eddiemunson: baby teases back i see

kingsteve: only for you, munson

eddiemunson: oh, i like the sound of that

kingsteve: so, when are you taking me out?

eddiemunson: when’re you free ;)

Several months passed and the boys began seeing each other and becoming romantically involved. They slowly started teasing each other on their socials, never showing their faces or displaying any incriminating details.

It wasn’t until nearly a year in, right as the following annual Halloween concert was rolling around, when the hints became less subtle. Steve was attending concerts regularly (in blocked off sections with other friends/family of the band), and Eddie was slowly showing off more features of his pretty boyfriend.

This year, Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin were people from Scooby-Doo—Eddie was Shaggy, and other members were different monsters. But where was the rest of the crew? Well, standing with Steve on the sidelines was Robin dressed as Velma, Nancy as Daphne, and Steve as Fred.

Similar to years prior, they opened with a Halloween themed song, then continue with their normal set list with a few covers here and there. Right around the midpoint in the show, Eddie started going around reading posters. Thinking he was funny, Steve resurrected the DADDY? poster.

Eddie made his way over to Steve’s area, knelt down at the edge of the stage, cocked his head to the side and smirked at Steve.

“Yes, baby?” he beamed.

The crowd burst into cheers, but they had no clue what was coming.

Steve smiled as he bit the insides of his cheeks, flipping the sign over to reveal another message.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Eddie dropped his mic as he blushed up to his ears, and walked away, smiling like an idiot. Steve proudly stood there, waiting for an answer.

The crowd was chanting at him, some things were good, some were bad. Meanwhile, the boys were having an entire silent conversation through their looks. Eddie eventually picked his mic up again, kneeling back into his previous position.

“I hope you know, you’re becoming a Munson,” he said.

“That’s okay!” Steve laughed. “So is that a yes?”

“Of course, stupid.” He winked as he strutted over to the other side of the stage, starting his next song.

Steve fell back into Robin and Nancy’s arms, gasping in relief. He was so caught in his own head, he didn’t even realize what Eddie was singing until he reached the chorus.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…”

The song carried on and Steve was swaying back and forth, listening to his fiancé’s lovely voice. Then came the final bridge.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…” Eddie walked to the edge of the stage and tossed Steve a velvet black box. Steve (barely) caught it, as Eddie caught him off guard. Eddie winked before finishing out the song. “Hopelessly devoted to you…”

Steve snapped open the box, revealing a diamond incrusted band—he looked up with tears in his eyes. He ditched Robin and Nancy and charged the stage (in the walking path for the band). He shimmied his way past some amps, much to the security’s dismay, and met eye-to-eye with Eddie.

“Hopelessly devoted… to—” Steve yanked him down by his chain and forced him into a kiss. Eddie smiled uncontrollably before breaking away and running his thumb across Steve’s bottom lip. “You…”

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taglist: @steviesbicrisis

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scekrex · 4 days

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Hiya,

It's me again. I'm having one of these days when I don't want to get out of bed and everything is just tragic. Because of that I was wondering if I could ask for something with Adam/reader feeling very nostalgic and down in the "you looked at me wrong, now I'm gonna cry" way. When they come home their partner just shove them with all kisses and cuddles in the world. I'm in need of something extremely fluffy and vanilla

I totally get your vibe, I spent the entire day in bed and I did nothing, I think I got a little carried away in the middle but I hope you like it nonetheless :3

I got all twisted up, you helped straighten me out

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The day itself felt off, had been ever since you had woken up in the morning and when Adam had wanted to do you a favor by letting you sleep in and canceling your appointments for the day, you felt hurt - you weren’t even able to explain why you felt the way you did, but it stung when you had woken up hours later to a simple note on your bedside table that read ‘Ya ass seemed really fucking tired, canceled ur shit, will be back whenever the fuck Sera lets me leave’, underneath the text was a little drawing of himself trying to form a heart with his hands - it looked more like a dick than a heart though. It was cute that Adam had written you a note at all, but yet it didn’t sit right with you, especially because today would’ve been the only day in the week on which your schedule lined up, so you technically could sit in Sera’s office right now, messing around with your boyfriend and talking shit about whatever crazy bitch ass plan the seraphim was working on this time.

Instead you sat at home, alone with nothing to do because Adam had canceled every single plan of yours - you weren’t mad about that itself, you weren’t mad at all. You felt sad rather than angry because didn’t he want to spend the day with you at work, to grab a milkshake afterwards like you always did and watch the sunset in the park that was only a five minute flight from your home? Did he want to spend the day alone without you, away from you rather than by your side?

You haven’t left the bed, not when you have woken up, not five hours later. You had gotten up once - real quick - to pee, but after that you had gone right back to bed, the blanket wrapped around your body instead of Adam’s wings because instead of calling in sick as well, he had decided to leave you alone at home. And while your logical mind kept telling you that he meant well, your emotions spoke a different language.

When you heard the front door open you peeked out from underneath the blanket and when you heard familiar sounding steps heading towards the living room while the lovely voice of your boyfriend called out your name you went back and hid underneath the fabric. It only took the first man a couple seconds to open the bedroom door and sigh at the sight of you. “Still not feeling better babes?” And he sounded genuinely interested in your well-being, but did he care or was he rather annoyed to be back by your side? You didn’t answer his question, ignored it when he sat down next to you and simply pulled the blanket even tighter around your body. His hand came down to grab a fistful of the fabric you were hiding under and with one firm tug he pulled it away from you entirely, sending it flying across the room so you wouldn’t reach for it and hide away again. “Okay fuckface, tell me what the fuck is up,” the choice of petname wasn’t exactly what you had hoped for, in general you didn’t mind the somewhat mean petnames he sometimes used for you, it was his love language after all and to be fair, it was yours too - a little at least. But now? Now you had hoped for something softer. Fuckface only played into your thought of him being annoyed with you and your company. “If you’re growing tired of me just say so, I’m a big boy, I can handle rejection.”

To Adam that reaction came out of nowhere and he wasn’t quite sure on how he was supposed to respond - what the fuck made you think that way? Had he done something wrong? “The fuck is your cracked up ass talking about?” You spread your wings, used them to hide your body away from Adam yet again though you positioned them so that you were able to peek through your feathers and when your sad, tired and somehow even broken eyes met his confused ones, Adam knew something was up and said ‘something’ wasn’t small at all. “You left without saying a word,” you mumbled quietly, too tired of your emotions to speak louder but the brunette sitting next to you had understood you perfectly fine. But that only resulted in him being even more confused, because what the fuck? “I wrote you a fucking note, bitch,” he pointed to the bedside table on which his note was still laying. Your eyes moved to the spot he was pointing at, then back to him, “Today’s the only day our schedules line up and you left me here.” Oh. Oh. Now Adam understood what your problem was - or at least he thought he did. Either way, he was sure to know how to fix that now.

“We can still go out, grab the fucking milkshakes and watch that stupidly perfect sunset like we usually fucking do, y’know?” That simple offer of his took you by surprise and you lowered your wings in order to look at him properly, “Really?” That caused the first man to chuckle in amusement as he gently pulled your body closer to his own until your head was resting in his lap, “Yeah babes, fucking really.” “So you’re not growing tired of me?” Another chuckle vibrated through his body and a small smile appeared on your face as you felt it in every inch of your body. You wiggled your body into a more comfortable position, your head remained in his lap though and soon his hands found their way to your hair as he started to gently play with it. “Why the fuck would I?” And that question made you feel a little embarrassed, “Dunno, usually when one of us calls in sick on this day of the week, the other does so too so we can still spend the day together and I thought…” you didn’t even finish your sentence but you knew you didn’t have to, Adam got where you were coming from. So he playfully ruffled your hair as he responded, “Fuck nah, your ass is way top fucking adventurous, hell would fucking freeze before I grow tired of you, babes.” A soft kiss was placed on your forehead before the first man continued, “You just seemed fucking exhausted lately so I handled your shit for today.”

And that made you calm down a lot, so he was not growing tired of you and tried to get some distance between the both of you in order to make a later breakup less painful - not that this plan would’ve worked anyway. Your body leaned into his warmth, embracing your boyfriend’s company at its fullest, “You said milkshakes are still on the table?” Adam beamed at the mention of milkshakes and he was off the bed with you in his arms in an instant, ready to leave the house just like that, not even caring the slightest bit about the fact that you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts and underwear. “Bet ya sexy ass they fucking are,” he rushed over to the bedroom door before you were able to stop him, your shitty mood from before was long forgotten as you repeatedly told Adam to slow down while you laughed the brunette’s reaction. “I need to get dressed first,” you explained as he set you down on your own feet. “Just put on a pair of sweats and call it a fucking day, we’re gonna miss that fucking sunset if you need longer than thirty seconds,” he complained with a playful undertone as you picked up a pair of sweats from the ground - you sniffed them quickly making sure they didn’t smell too bad before you put them on and joined Adam who had already headed to the front door in the meantime. “There ya fucking are, finally” he hummed happily as he opened the door, scooped you back up into his arms and left t your house in order to get your weekly milkshakes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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jonathan-samuel-smith · 7 months

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I'm gonna share it here because I don't have any other place to put it and if you dislike it's ok ignore this

But I have had this specific idea in my mind for days now where Damian is secretly trans, they just fear telling it to their family because they know everyone is just waiting for them to become batman or the demon, they're under a lot of pressure and then meet this boy (from school probably - both always meet in the art room when is nobody around, more calm to work)

They end talking a lot about art and stuff because they're in the same club, in one day Damian told this boy that they are always drawing their ideal girl but not "I would love to date her" but "I would love to be born as her, if I'm a girl I would love to be her" way

They keep meeting like that, sometimes they just talk about art, life or stay in silence. This boy ends up falling in love with Damian in both ways. Some stuff happens and Damian telling him about being Robin and their emotional struggling

This boy also has problems and the art room is a safeplace for them

At some point they kiss and decide to run away for their family together, start a new life with a new name in some God forsaken place

Years pass (maybe 3-4) and Danny (Damian's new name) is now a housewife in this farm, she always uses gloves when she goes in the small town to do stuff (bat paranoid still alive) and the boy is her boyfriend/husband, they're happy, they have animals then big bad stuff happens and Danny safe the day (everyone knows something is off with that couple but they accept it because they're nice) unfortunately there was a hero in that city and the hero saw what Danny did, then start investigating who is Danny

The hero then starts stalking the couple because they think her way to fight is too similar with the league of assassins and dislike it, Danny dislikes her stalker but doesn't kill them

Shit happens (again) in Gotham and Danny knows it, worrying about her family and with all the stalking things she decides to go back to Gotham, her boyfriend / husband doesn't like it (he hates it actually)

Honestly I have so many no happy ideas about this fic, this fic could end really bad but also some cute ideas like Danny and her partner save money for this new life and stuff, or they first kiss, the joy of wearing a dress in the street for the first time

Idk if I'll write this or just suffer with this idea, also Damian's new name could be: Danielle/Danny, Yesenia (Arab name) or other still doesn't know (I just want to talk about this with someone)

Oh yeah, Trans MTF Damian, like I kept almost writing with my "Damian the Mangaka" Fic! I've always moreso liked trans FTM Damian because I'm trans FTM and if I was going stealth I'd hate for someone to write a fic where I'm a girl. But like, Damian isnt a real person, nor stealth FTM, so it's just a weird little hyper-empathy thing.

I love the name Yesenia! and I love her retiring. Consider: BF/Husband is FTM. T4T gotta love it. Also for your consideration: Bf/Husband is Jon (maybe trans maybe not). ALSO for your consideration: GF/Wife is Jon. She goes by Sadie. She's super into the headpats meta. Loves stuffed animals. Yesenia coming out inspires her to come out as well and Yesenia is like "my yuri fantasies are coming true."

Yesenia looks just like Talia. It's adorable. She loves having long hair. Sadie is a butch lesbian and Yesenia thinks its soo attractive. She starts sending Sadie memes about crushing on butch women and Sadie is like "...do you like me?" Yesenia is like "What haha whatever gave you that impression?" "Well.... I like you. I can be your hot butch gf." Yesenia dies of gay panic (very sad story) just kidding they get MARRIED!!! LETS GO LESBIANS! I so so love jondami au where they are rebellious teenage lesbians. I want them to have sleepovers where they look back and go "Oh that whole thing was one giant egg moment."

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bronx-bomber87 · 8 months

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Happy Tuesday :) Ep been wanting to get to. Anytime we get little more depth to them and Tim as a character I’m a happy girl. I forgot s2 only has 20 not 22 eps HA We’re almost done which is insane to me. Feel like we just started s2. So after this one we have 3 left in this season. What a trip. Let’s delve in shall we?

2x17 Control

Thanks to Nolan our couple starts their day off with some foot patrol. Grey wants them more engaged with the community. Tim lets her know that while he finds foot patrol annoying he agrees this is important to do. That it creates trust and likability therefore they get more help. Lucy seems real impressed with his answer. I always love when Tim impresses Lucy with his insight. Also when she makes sure he knows how enlightened she finds him. She's hot for Tim in these moments haha

Lucy loves when he shows her his moral compass about this stuff. I said it last review Tim as a person is very attractive. It's definitely huge part of her draw to him. A random guy comes up to them asking for legal advice. They stop and address him. Lucy fully expects Tim to answer this man’s question. I’m rolling when he tells this guy they’re movie extras’. Lucy’s double take is too damn funny. How she kept a straight face idk. He’s such a grumpy old man sometimesI love it. Or as Aaron says in s5 he’s like the old dude from 'UP' LMFAO I love you Timothy Bradford haha

Lucy's smile when he tells her they’re not google is too cute. We all know she loves her grump of a man. She’s enjoying him cracking a joke with a side of heart eyes to go with that smile. Look at him cracking jokes. So proud. Their comfortability level at this point is off the charts. His sense of humor is so fun to see. (He cracked me up too. I laugh every time.)This came out all on its own. I love him so easily making one around her. Lucy is quite amused and enjoying it herself.

Side notes I love about this scene. The ever wonderful height difference I legit can’t get enough. How damn in-sync they are as they’re walking together. Honestly the entire scene. Look at them. Lastly a fan favorite the the lack of personal space. Within inches of each other at all times. Like moths drawn to a flame. Always gravitating back to one another. Their physical chemistry without touching always floors me.

We rejoin them still on foot patrol. Lucy asking Tim if Rachel was disappointed she canceled on her last night? Trying to justify to Tim why she ended up bailing on their bar plans. Clearly residual PTSD from Caleb manifesting into her doing this. She’s clearly wanting to be relieved of the guilt she feels for canceling on her.

Tim is usually that person for her with his insight and telling her like it is. Not this time...She doesn’t get the reply she wants unfortunately. Just Tim being a lying liar who lies, when he says they don’t ever talk about her. Ok honey we believe you…I’m sure he actually talks about her more than Rachel would like. Lucy is offended with his cavalier answer LOL

Their convo gets interrupted by a dope stealing Girl Scout cookies. He runs and ends up in someone’s windshield. One of the little girls shows up from the troop to help them. Tells them they can use her scarf and pen as a tourniquet. Even tells Lucy where to apply it. Pretty impressive composure for a kid haha

Tim’s face is my favorite part when she asks if she can get a badge for this? He’s not sure what shocks him more. Her knowing how to do this or asking for a badge for it haha Lucy’s smile back at Tim is pretty cute. I feel like this will be them as parents when their kid does something that shocks them haha

The fire dept. arrives and so does Emmett Lang. Not gonna lie everyone he is smokin. I remember first time I watched this episode, I was thinking holy hell this man is attractive. Lucy deserved someone on this level of hotness to re-enter the dating world with. He is instantly flirty with Lucy. Telling her his condolences for Tim being her T.O. (good thing Tim misses this part ha) Lucy has zero problems flirting right back with him.

Honestly good for her. This is so needed post-Caleb. She’s crashing Jackson’s date plans and canceling on Rachel. She needed something to get her back on her feet. Just like Rachel was the perfect person for Tim post-Isabel. Emmett was for Lucy in the aftermath of 2x11. Girl needed a win and to feel it was ok to re-integrate back into the world of dating. Quite the score to start back up with if I do say so myself ha

They flirt some more at the hospital. Emmett basically asks her out and Lucy panics. Lies says she has something going on. Oh my girl. That PTSD is showing and I can’t blame her. Just hate seeing it affect her. Tim comes up and says it’s time to go. He says bye to Emmett and Lucy makes the connection they know each other. So she leans on her lifeline since she’s having doubts.

Tries to ask Tim about Emmett. Says he seems nice. Trying to get a beat on him through Tim’s eyes. Tim doesn't understand her line of questioning at first. Just giving short answers that give her no depth. He's thinking nothing of it until she gives him that look above. Then he quickly pieces together what this is.

He instantly disengages about it. Telling her 'No.' Not S1 Tim 'I could care less about your life.' disengaged. More 'I don’t trust myself to give you the right advice.' kind of distance. He wants no part of this. Lucy seems so upset he won’t talk to her about this. This scene is funny in how he cuts it off. How upset she seems. The pointing of his finger. Sadly we know the deep kernel of truth he feels to that final line of the scene.

The weight he’s still carrying around about her abduction. He doesn’t trust himself to vet Emmett for her. Since in his mind he failed so spectacularly with Caleb. He’d rather pass that emotional responsibility off to someone else. The weight that’s already on his soul is crushing...he can’t add to the load. Oh my broken boy. I wanna give you the biggest hug.

Lucy breaks my heart when Jackson tells her he needs alone time with Sterling. Lucy realizes she’s a third wheel. Has been for awhile now. She is horrified by this. Luckily Tim saves her with an OT opportunity. Joining the DEA operation Nolan and Harper are running. Lucy instantly jumps on it. She looks so upset walking away from Jackson. My poor girl. I want to give her a hug. I wanna hug them both in this one. This OP was blessing in disguise for her to do though. We get the best part of the episode during the stakeout.

Lucy is "on the phone" with Rachel saying all the things she wishes Tim would engage her on. He’s shaking his head as she rambles on. It’s so funny. Telling “Rachel” she’s been using Jackson and Sterling as a crutch. That together they make the perfect BF. Saying how they’re safe and that's why she keeps choosing them. My heart. Tim interjects 'Who are you talking to? 'Cause he knows it’s not Rachel.

John interrupts asking if they want coffee? He is going on a run. Lucy is her adorable self and asks for a chai tea latte all excited. Tim cuts her off saying this is a stakeout he's not going to Starbucks LOL Lucy rolls her eyes at him. He’s such an ass sometimes but I love him dearly rough edges and all. John is so sweet tells her he’ll see if he can find her some vanilla creamer LMAO

Lucy returns instantly to her fake convo and Tim can’t take it any longer. Has to call her out in the most Tim Bradford way he can. By calling her and proving she isn’t on the phone…Lucy is mortified but answers LOL Poor girl she just wants to talk it out with her person. I’m a lot like Lucy in the way that I need to talk things out. If I don’t they’ll eat me alive. I have a compulsive need to confront things and not let them fester.

It’s good to have that person you can talk it out with. If you don’t you start to self advise and that’s never good. Tim is that for her. Her sounding board. To her she has a problem she reaches for the lifeline that is Tim to sort it out. So him denying her that catharsis is messing with her. Why she created this fake convo. It got his attention so in the end it worked.

What kills me the most with this scene is both their reactions honestly. Lucy for being utterly shocked Tim would think his opinion had lost any value post-Caleb. To her it never ever occurred to place any blame on him. To trust his gut or opinion any less because of her DOD trauma. Breaks my heart Tim doesn’t see this before they have this conversation. That he truly believes his opinion has lost its value in her eyes after Caleb.

Lucy is astonished he would think she doesn't want his POV. She lives for it. Its the most important one in her life. Tim is so very vulnerable with her with his follow up answer. So proud of him for this vulnerability BTW. Nothing scarier than being emotionally exposed with another person. You can see it written all his face. That guard is down. We see the toll this guilt has taken on him. He unburdens his soul to her. Tells what has been eating at him for months.

That his advice pushed her towards something that could’ve ended her life. Since then he has devalued his place in her life. Doesn’t find himself worthy to advise her in personal matters. He fought against it for so long. Then he gave in and Caleb happened. In his mind proving why he never should’ve gotten involved in the first place. Chiding himself for getting close to her and having that closeness which put her in danger.

Lucy truly had no idea the guilt he'd been carrying since 2x11. It’s six episodes later. At the earliest that's 6 weeks at the most its a little over 2 months if we include her recovery time. The latter is the more likely timeline. That’s a long time to be carrying a burden she never placed on him. She can't stand that he's done this to himself. Lucy immediately wants to put him at ease. Trying to offload that burden and chuck it far away. It never once crossed her mind he would take the sole responsibility. Because not for one second did she ever blame him for it.

She vehemently reassures him it wasn’t his fault. He could be told by everyone under the sun it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t going to stop mentally flogging himself till Lucy forgave him. She is all the things he needs in this moment. Letting him know she thinks it’s ridiculous he would blame himself, that no one had any reason to suspect Caleb for what he was, and overall what happened wasn’t on him. Lucy is taking that weight off his shoulders and throwing it away. Never allowing him to pick it back up again.

He looks so damn relieved and honestly very vulnerable after she absolves him. It helps him start to close a self inflicted wound. Eric the king of facial expressions killing me softly in this scene. His eyes and the way he looks at her when she said wasn’t his fault. *heart clutch* He couldn’t even look at her till she said that. Then when he does he's in awe of her. Like he can't believe she doesn't blame him but is so grateful for her saying as such.

I love her also sharing it wasn’t hers either. It was not at all. (Growth for her too.) Looks like he's biting back his emotions when she lets Tim know how valued his opinion is. It's so sweet. He needed his sunshine human to apply some balm to his wounds. No one does it better than Lucy. She’s complimenting him while also reliving him of the guilt he’s been harboring for much longer than she would’ve liked.

Had she known this she would’ve absolved him the day after honestly. No way she would've wanted him carrying this guilt day in and day out. Her opinion matters so much to him. He NEEDED to hear her say these words. It had to come straight from Lucy or he’d never let it go. She reassured him that not only did she not blame him but his opinion was one that matters most to her. Two things that were in question for him. Quelled the storm in his soul.

It’s scenes like this that are the true building blocks to their foundation. Why they end up working so well in s5. I will die on this hill of loving every single moment of this slow burn. I’m so glad we had 4 seasons to truly make them rock solid. It was so necessary for them as a couple. I don’t regret the wait at all. Because piece by piece they were building toward ‘The Really Beautiful Place’ Lucy calls their relationship in 5x18. Everything happens for a reason for them before we get there. This is just another wonderful facet of it.

The minute he’s granted access and allowance to give her advice he doesn’t hold back. His way of showing he cares too. I love them so much for their ability to just bounce back like they do. After a deeply emotional and vulnerable chat they're right back to the banter. Easily fall back into teasing one another. Tim basically says in not so many words Emmett isn’t good enough for her.(I mean no one is but Tim lets be honest.)

Lucy probes and asks why he thinks that? Tim doesn't hesitate in the slightest. Saying he’s a firefighter for god sakes LMFAO. Clearly has a prejudice against them. For whatever Tim reason that may be. Lucy being all cute saying 'Yeah that’s what makes him so hot.' ha She’s not wrong the man is fine af.

Tim gets defensive and says he doesn’t want to talk about this if she gonna be contrarian about it. Which is Tim speak for being jealous let’s be real honest. Lucy doesn’t hesitate to call him out on it. God I love her. Jokes he’s just threatened by his ‘hunkiness’ I mean he is….his reaction alone proves that he is. It’s ok Tim she still thinks you’re smokin too. She just can’t have you just yet haha

I love them ending this scene on a funny bantery note. Shows how much Tim cares about her. The fact that he is allowing this conversation to even take place proves that. Indulging her in this. They’re so married with their banter. I Iove them sfm. Soulmate behavior the way she teases him about everything and he allows (and loves) it. We leave the scene smiling and laughing at these blissfully unaware idiots in love.

Harper has Lucy and Tim chase what they think is the decoy vehicle once their stakeout is made. They soon realize the decoy vehicle has their target and Nolan’s CI. They end up getting T-Boned in the pursuit of it. Hurts to watch. They're both knocked out cold. I adore how the first thing Tim asks when he comes to is if she’s alright. Always puts her first. The soft way he says ‘Chen’ then asks if she’s ok. It’s the little things I love so very much. ❤️

Emmett arrives on scene flirty as ever with Lucy. She decides to be honest with him. Tells him why she declined his date offer. That her social life is complicated right now. He is smooth af with his reply. Tells her once it’s not he’ll still be interested. Their scene ends pretty cute. This is so good for her. I’m really happy to see her get back out there. She really needed him to help her get over her DOD hump. Just like it’s nice to see Tim happy the same goes for Lucy. I love them both individually as as much as I do together. This cute flirt session is well deserved after all the trauma she’s been through.

Thus ends our episode for them. Such a damn good one for them. I love their building block episodes. They do depth and growth like no other. How I love them so.

Side Notes-Non Chenford

Nice to see Angela get her foot back in the door for Detective. Well earned after her fallout in S1.

Harper SL's and her backstory. Getting to watch her in UC action always fun to watch.

Thank you to those who take the time to like/comment and reblog. Means the world to me. Fuels me to do each review.

See you all in 2x18 :)

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #s2 #2x17 Control #The Rookie 2x17 #waiting on s6 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well.#otp: some things matter more #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #lucy x tim #the rookie #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

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jjeoni-7 · 6 months

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I wish I were Heather

{Soobin x Black Reader}

Sypnosis: In which Y/n has a the biggest crush on the popular guy Soobin, but finds herselfs in an embarassing situation and learns that he unfortunatly has a crush on the popular girl instead.

Genre: fluff, and angst.

this story is inspired from a real life experience :'D

Warning: A LOT! of skips so beware in advance lol.

ft: Itzy: Yeji and Lia

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Y/n pov

I'm about to cry. Now the whole class is teasing me because they ALL know that I have a crush on the one and only Choi Soobin EVEN Soobin himself knows and said nothing about it...Well was about to I think, until I freaked out and hid behind my friend out of embarrassment. Now this little friendship we had is destroyed. All thanks to Lia who told one of Soobin's girl best friends, this girl can't keep quiet at all.

-flashback

I was talking to my friends while we were doing an art project when Jiseul (Soobin’s girl best friend) joined us, and all of my crush on him was brought up "who has a crush on Soobin?" She asked looking at us questionably, I made a hush sign telling my friends not to tell knowing her reputation that she can't keep secrets but Lia didn't listen "y/n does, she loves him so much she won't shut up about him" she replied as they started teasing me, I blushed looking at Soobin laughing with his friend group, and then Jiseul ran to them "Jiseul don't-" too late she already told him now he was looking at me and Beomgyu said something in his ear to which he listened and they walked towards me. Me in the freaking out state ran away and hid behind Yeji until they walked away, from that day on the whole class was teasing me, and he was never seen talking with me again.

-end of flashback

Now it's awkward talking with him. He became more distant than before and kept a stern face on.

*a while later in the school year*

I was drawing a picture of a boy and a girl laughing together which was pretty cute and made me wonder about Soobin, so I wrote beside it 'Soobin x y/n' and put a heart beside it "aww did you draw this for Soobin" Jiseul said out of the sudden smiling at my picture, "no it's for myself, don't mind it-" "wait y/n let me see" Lia said as I gave it to her "it's so cute Soobin should see that" she said with a smirk "Lia i'm warning you if you-" she already ran fast towards Soobin with Yeji and Jiseul encouraging her,and before I could chase after her. Soobin looked at the paper with no emotions then threw it in the trash saying "I don't like her." My heart shattered "it's not even for you anyways why are you throwing my art in the trash" I said finally facing him mad at his action. He kept quiet and walked away with his friends home as if nothing happened. I hate him...But I can't I still love him nonetheless. I picked up my drawing from the trash heartbroken and mad at the girls, I just lost my pretty drawing because of their stubbornness “ You guys should listen to me, and stop lamely trying to get him to like me cuz he’s doesn’t” I said before walking away ignored their shouts, and went home.

*the next day*

Lia, Jiseul, and Yeji came towards me and apologized for their actions "I'm so sorry y/n please forgive me" Lia pleaded with tears in her eyes as everyone looked at us "ugh fine, fine just stop embarrassing me" I said as she, and the 2 others got up happily hugging me. Later that day at Recess Jiseul came running to us "Soobin has a crush!" she said excitedly "who is it?" I asked suddenly interested "unfortunately it's not you it's Aeun" she replied "oh sure I don’t care anyways, it's not like he was ever gonna love me" I replied continuing my paused activity with a smile on my face feeling somehow disappointed.

*in Gym class*

"they look cute together tho don't you think" I said to my friends as they both snorted "yeah right" Lia said "are you really shipping them together when you still like him? " Yeji asked "of course, you can't force feelings" I said, tying my shoes "seriously I wonder what's so good about this girl that guys like, she's been dating almost all your crushes" Yeji said "well a lot of stuff" I replied "like?" Lia asked "she's Korean, pretty, kind and sweet, besides she looks friendly" I replied "Girls 1 minute!" the gym teacher yelled "let's go, we'll talk after" I added as we all got out.

We started playing Badminton with partners, and guess what? My partner was Soobin, we started playing when in the middle of the game (favorite song) started playing. I started dancing a bit while playing and sang a little as my friends happily joined me laughing, since they weren’t playing. Even Soobin was smiling and laughing while trying to make me lose "haha you lost" I exclaimed when the birdie fell on his side "pfft whatever" he said rolling his eyes playfully " have you ever thought of being a dancer? You’re good at dancing" he said laughing "thanks I guess" I replied laughing. My... I miss these days. He would tease me and make my heart flutter. It's funny that after making me sad he makes me laugh as if nothing happened, but then Aeun came beside him and his eyes were glued on her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Since it was the end of Gym class I left and went to my friends " my, she's annoying" Lia said " it’s alright girls, stop judging her she isn't that bad" I said " yes, but I kind of hate the way she sticks to him all the time" Jiseul said " oh my you scared us where do you come from?" I asked " from the sky, and fell right in front of you" she joked as we all laughed, later I learned that Aeun was asking Soobin out in front of the whole school.

I went and watched with my friends. " I've had a crush on you ever since I knew you liked me" she bragged " would you love to be my boyfriend?" she asked " actually I..." he said looking around and looked at me. He approached towards me asking my hand, and I panicked " common you got it girl" Jiseul said as my other friends encouraged me, I hesitantly took his hand and he led me to the front " not to be rude but, I actually love y/n, I know I've been rude to you, and distant, but I love you more than you think" he said as some of the students gasped " so sorry Aeun, but I don't like you" he said as the students gasped and Aeun stared at me from up and down " what do you see in her, she's not even pretty, neither Korean" she replied " actually Aeun, love is more than appearance, and race it's about the person's qualities and personality" Soobin said " well it's true that appearance can make a difference, but what can it do when you're pretty, but with a nasty attitude?" he added asking as she scoffed, and walked away with her minions at her heels.

I looked at Soobin, still flabbergasted, and said, suspiciously, “ are you doing this to get rid of her?” I asked as he shook his head “ I really love you y/n, I do a lot” he said " but why were you mean all the time?" I asked and he chuckled " I didn’t know how to react to it, I was scared of rejection, but learning that you liked me, made me panic, and not to forget the fact that you ran away when I was about to talk to you" he said as I nodded feeling embarrassed " So y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?" he added “ I would love to, but first apologies for throwing my drawing in the trash” I replied " Which one-? Oh about that one, I’m Very Very sorry l/n for throwing your drawing in the trash, I promise to keep them all in the future, even the ugly ones." he teased as I rolled my eyes chuckling " Since you apologized, I would love to be your girlfriend" I replied ,making him smile and spin me around and kiss me as the crowd cheered and clapped, Jiseul, Lia and Yeji clapped louder " that's my bro!" Jiseul shouted at me and Soobin pulled apart, and laughed at what she said. " you're mine now" he said hugging me " yes, I'm yours" I replied smiling, I never thought still liking him would have paid off in the end. Maybe if I hadn’t ran away, he would have confessed earlier, but I’m still happy he did at the end.

The end

well...not all stories end happily ever after. Mine didn't, and it never did with my crushes because of so many reasons. But since I like happy endings, I changed it. This story is again INSPIRED so not all the events in it are true, anyways hope you liked my story, have a good day/ night 😚:).

#txt #hueningkai #txt drabbles #txt soobin #txt scenarios #txt soft hours #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #txt taehyun #Itzy #hwang yeji #itzy lia

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dilf-din · 8 months

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Yeehawgust Day 29: Mighty Fine Shootin’

TLOU (no outbreak)

WC: 950

Characters: Joel, Tess, Tommy

Rating: T

Warnings: language, alcohol mention

A/N: this is just a no outbreak meet cute featuring cocky hot girl we all love, Tess Servopolous. This is for the TessJoel truthers!!!

“Will you quit your bitchin’?” Tommy grinned pulling into the crowded parking lot.

“We get to go out once a month and you act like you’re gettin’ a tooth pulled every time.”

Joel rolled his eyes from the passenger seat. “I’d rather be at the dentist,” he deadpanned.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tommy snickered, “Do me a favor and try to have a good time, yeah?”

Once a month Sarah’s soccer team had a sleepover at Sadie’s house, and once a month, Tommy dragged Joel out to some bar or some movie or some mini golf place. Joel always acted like he didn’t want to go and then ended up having more fun than Tommy. It was all part of the bit. This week though, he really was tired. Work had been a bitch. He had a thousand things to do before Monday, and all he wanted to do was watch This Old House on his couch in his faded Simpsons pajama pants. But sitting at the bar two beers in staring down the most beautiful girl he had ever seen across the room, he forgot about his original plans.

He watched what appeared to be a bad first date unfolding. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back halfway, revealing sharp cheekbones and a soft smile. She was politely laughing at the man whose back was to Joel. But when he made an ass out of himself trying to impress her with a trick pool shot, man, her real laugh lit the place up.

“You’re drooling.”

“Shut up.”

“Go talk to her.”

“She’s on a date.”

“Yeah a bad one, and if you go over there, it might turn into a good one.”

Joel hesitated. He wasn’t the type to step over a line like that, but when the man excused himself to the restroom, his feet started moving before his brain could talk him out of it. The girl was at the bar getting a refresh on her drink when Joel sauntered over slowly, stopping two seats down.

“He looks like a keeper?” he commented.

“Excuse me?” she asked with a bemused smile.

“Nothin’,” he shrugged, “Just looks like you aren’t having a very good time.”

“I’m not,” she admitted, casting her green eyes down at her boots, “But a coworker set me up, and I feel like I have to see it through.”

“Don’t waste your Friday night. I’m not sayin’ you have to spend it with me, but you don’t owe that guy anything.”

She looked him over like she was sizing him up, “I think I’d rather spend it with you.”

Joel almost choked on his whiskey, coughed to try to cover it up drawing a laugh from the girl. Right on cue, her date emerged from the bathroom.

“Hey, ace,” he said with a slightly too cocky head nod.

“Brian! This is my friend from college! We haven’t seen each other in a decade, can you believe it?” she batted her impossibly full eyelashes.

“Joel,” he smiled warmly, extending a hand.

“Oh, uh. Well if you two are gonna catch up, I think I might call it an early night,” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you,” the girl said, extending one arm for a quick hug. And just like that, Brian was retreating, looking clearly relieved.

“What did you do to him?” Joel almost burst out laughing.

“Nothing!”

“Her ran out of here like he was terrified of you,” he kept laughing.

She leaned back against the barstool, shoulders draped loose and casual over the back.

“You don’t seem scared of me.”

“Oh, I’m quaking in my boots,” he grinned.

Grabbing their drinks, they stole a booth in the corner and people watched. Both of their bodies angled out towards the rest of the bar.

“You’re not from around here,” Joel commented on her lack of southern drawl.

“Detroit. Just got transferred at my job.”

Maybe it was the bourbon pricking at the apples of his cheeks, or the way the dim yellow light hung way too close to the table and you kind of had to duck under it, or maybe it was the crisp smell of her perfume dancing from her long neck to his nostrils, but he was starting to feel warmer and lighter. His head held a slight buzz, he could see Tommy across the way carryin’ on with the bartender, and he was glad he came out instead of wearing those purple pj pants alone.

“Table’s free,” her voice drew him out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You play pool, Texas?”

“Only if I feel like winning, Detroit,” he shot back.

“Tess,” she smiled, “C’mon.”

“Tess,” he repeated quietly to himself as he shuffled off of the sticky vinyl seat after her.

They took opposite sides of the table and fished the balls out of the pockets. Tess racked them all then looked at Joel, “Flip a coin?”

“Ladies first.”

“If you say so.”

She perched at the far end of the table and lined up the break shot, easily pocketing the 9 ball into the far left corner.

“Guess I’m solids,” she shrugged. She floated around the table with ease sinking shot after shot until just the eight ball was left.

“This one’s for Brian,” she grinned, lining up her final shot and squinting dramatically. She sunk it easily while Joel applauded loudly.

“Mighty fine shootin’,” he nodded.

“I joined a team in college,” she shrugged, “Men always assume women don’t know how to play.

“Wait a second, were you going to hustle me?” he asked with fake indignation.

“Only if you won the coin toss,” she scoffed with a grin.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #might fine shootin #the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us Drabble #joel miller #tess servopoulos #joel x tess #tessjoel

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squill79 · 6 months

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The Gay Kid

None of the other kids like me. They always make fun of me for being gay. I’m sure there are other gay kids in my school, but I’m THE gay kid. The only one who’s actually out. My name is Hunter, but most of the other kids refer to me with one of their endless supply of homophobic slurs. I thought by now we’d be over this, gay people exist, who cares? Guess my school still lives in the stone age. I haven’t told any school faculty. I don’t want them telling my parents. Plus, I’ve kinda gotten used to it by now. It’s more annoying than anything else. This morning I went to get my Spanish books. There was a penis drawing in my locker again. Hilarious. Suddenly, I felt something hit the back of my neck. “Ow!”, I yelled. I turned around and saw none other than Brandon Wallace. Brandon used to be my friend, or at least I thought he was. I thought I could trust him. He’s the only person I ever told I was gay, and he spread it around quicker than I could blink.

“What’s up, hada?” He said to me.

“What?”

“Hada, that’s Spanish for fairy.”

“Oh, did you look that up because you were thinking about me?”

“Pfft, you wish, queer.”

Brandon’s such a jackass. He has this obnoxious clique of annoying straight guys. Well, them and his girlfriend, he’s the only one to actually have one. She’s just as much of a bimbo as he is, laughing along with his squad about his “sick burns”.

“You’re so funny, babe!”, she always says that.

“Funny enough to take to the winter dance?”, real smooth.

“Oh babe, of course!”, bleh. They then made out for like... an entire uninterrupted minute. Gross.

“Get a room!”, I yelled. They ignored me.

After they finally stopped, Brandon turned over to me and said, “See Hunter, this is what you can’t have!”

“Why would I want that?”, I asked. He couldn’t answer since they went back to making out.

I eventually got to Spanish class. I sit in the front row of the class. I don’t like being in the middle of all the other kids. “Hola class.”, my teacher, Professor Stevenson said as class began. “We have a new estudiante today!”, a kid in the back got up and walked to the front of the class. “¿Cómo te llamas?”

“M-me llama Tyler.”, he responded. He seemed nervous. He was shaking and had a bit of a stutter. Kinda felt bad for him. Must be tough being a new kid, especially in senior year. “I’m uh... eighteen y-years old and I umm... w-well I just wanna learn.”, how inspired.

“Well that’s great, Tyler. Muy bien.”, Professor Stevenson said as Tyler went back to his desk. He proceeded to teach the class as normal.

I bumped into someone when exiting class that day. “Oops, I-I'm sorry.”, he said.

“It’s no big deal.”, I replied. I then realized that the person I bumped into was Tyler.

“Oh, it’s you from S-spanish class!”

“My name is Hunter.”

‘Right... you’re uh...”

“Hunter.”

“The gay kid?"

“That’s what they call me.”

“I umm... I know you d-don’t know me and that I’m new but uh... w-would you want to go to the winter dance with me? I... I’m sorry I sh-shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that all the other kids kept telling me that you’re gay and I-”

I pondered his question as he kept on rambling. He’s a little awkward and I don’t really know him all too well, but he’s kinda cute. Plus, there are barely any other queer kids in my school, so my options are kinda limited. “Sure.”, I answered him. “Why not?”

“Oh... oh w-wow thanks. Ok umm... we can m-meet here outside the school. Sorry I can’t pick you up, I don’t have a car.”

“No worries, I don’t either. I’ll see you this Saturday.”

“Yeah I-I’ll see you then.”, he said as he awkwardly skuttled away. For the first time in a while, I was actually a little excited for something.

Saturday night, my parents were helping me get ready for the dance. “You look so good, sweetie!”, my mom told me. “This girl is gonna be so happy to see you, what’s her name again?”

“It’s... Taylor. And thank you.”

“Are you sure we don’t need to pick her up? Does she have a ride?”, my dad asked.

“She has a ride, but thanks dad.”

“Alright, good luck tonight, champ. Remember to be polite to her... but also be yourself.”

“I don’t think I can be both of those things at the same time.” Both of my parents chuckled.

“Make sure to call if you need anything.”, my mom told me.

“I will, thanks mom.”

My parents left the room so I could finish preparing. I walked downstairs to go to the bathroom when I overheard a conversation between them. “I’m so glad he finally has someone to go to a dance with.”, my mom said. “He’s such an outcast, I was worried he’d never find a girlfriend.”

“Well, it must be hard for him.”, my dad replied. “He’s not interested in sports like most of the other boys probably are. He’s into books and anime and whatever. It’s hard for a boy like him to find the right crowd.” Gee thanks you guys. It’s great knowing that me having a “girlfriend” is so important to them.

My dad drops me off at the school. I arrived before Tyler, so I had to wait outside for a few minutes for him to show up. He eventually arrives wearing a T shirt with sweatpants. And to think I dressed up in a fancy suit just for him. I didn’t tell him this though. Like my parents said, I didn’t want to be rude. “S-sorry I’m late.”, he said as he walked up to me.

“No worries.”, I told him. We walked inside and I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach. Not really because of Tyler, at least not him specifically. This is the first time I’ve been seen with another guy in a semi-romantic setting. “I hope nobody stares at us.”, I said to Tyler. I was already bullied for being gay, I didn’t want it to get any worse.

“Oh... I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”, Tyler replied. Odd that he didn’t seem so nervous about that. I guess it must be easier when you’re not the only one. It is nice to be hanging with another gay kid. I’ve been getting sick and tired of being surrounded by a bunch of heteros.

We enter the cafeteria where the dance takes place. Me and Tyler walk in holding hands. I caught a couple of people giving us awkward looks but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. “Let’s get some snacks and then we can dance.”, I told Tyler.

“Sure... l-let's do that.”

We both ate for a few and drank some punch. We didn’t really talk much in that time. A few kids walked past us whispering homophobic slurs. Nothing I’d never heard before, I just ignored them. After a little while I asked Tyler if he wanted to dance. “Let me ju-just go to the bathroom first.”, he answered. I waited about a minute for him to come back.

“You ready now?”, I asked when he got back.

“Y-yeah, I am.”, he responded.

We began to slow dance to a soft romantic song. It was nice, actually. He’s not a bad dancer. We swayed for a few minutes. Eventually, however, I saw Brandon and his dumb clique behind Tyler. They were staring at us and laughing menacingly. I really didn’t feel like dealing with them. “Hey Tyler, we should lea-” Before I could finish my sentence, Tyler shoved be into the punch bowl. I was soaking wet and the juice got in my eyes. I eventually opened them to find everyone in the room staring at me, with Brandon and his gang front and center, along with Tyler. “What the hell?”

“D-did I do good?”, Tyler asked Brandon.

“You did great man, that was hilarious.”, Brandon answered. He then turned and pointed to me. “That’s what you get for being mildly snarky to me!”

I looked at Tyler with contempt. “Why? Why would you do that?”

“H-hey, I just wanted to get in with the c-cool kids. It’s nothing personal.”

“You don’t have to be nice to him, Tyler.”, Brandon said to him. “Queers like him are always emotional.”

I stood up and punched him right in the face, much to everyone’s surprise. “Queers like me will always bring more to this world than jackasses like you. You may have your little gang following you around and worshipping you now, but once high school is over, you’ll be nobody. Your existence will be a blip in all of our lives, best case scenario. So have fun with that.” I then left the room. He didn’t say anything, I think he was still in shock from me punching him. I went outside and called my dad to ask him to pick me up.

“Everything alright?”, he asked. I think he could tell by my voice that it didn’t turn out well.

“Yeah... I’m fine dad.”

“Did she break your heart, son?”

I began to answer. “She-”, I then paused for a moment. “He broke my heart, dad.”

“He?”

“Yeah... I’m sorry I never told you I was jus-”

“It’s alright son, it really is.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s ok.”

I shed a tear as I looked up to the night sky. “Thanks dad.”

#writing #storytelling #gay #lgbtq

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feyredarlinq · 2 years

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Acotar fandom be like I can excuse drawing weird BDSM fetish art portraying Elain as a gagged pet on a leash with her owner using a whip just for funzies despite him being partially responsible for the most traumatic day of her life and the depression that followed, her explicitly saying that she doesn’t want him and shrinking into herself and losing her boldness when he’s around, because “they’re not real people”, but two fictional consenting adults being attracted to each other is gross;

I can also romanticize Gwyn’s SA and headcanon Gwynriel getting married in the place she got r*ped and wonder if she kept Azriel’s cloak (adorable!) and make cute NSFW Tik Toks imagining Gwyn comparing her r*pists soft and unblemished hands to Azriel’s scarred ones and how she’s gonna feel the difference while they’re having kinky sex in the library but Elriel’s four books of building up a genuine friendship, mutual trust and attraction is toxic and Azriel needs tHeRaPy

#elriel #anti e/ucien #anti gwynr/el #how about yall joing azriel in those therapy sessions huh #gwyn is gonna be there too because SHE CAN FIX HIM <3 <3 #tw: sa mention

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red-rover-au · 1 year

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Do you have any headcannons or cute stories of the Poison Eaterz turtle tots? Did Huggin and Munnin babysit them?

I'm just thinking it might be nice to think about that when the rest of the story inevitably breaks me.

I dont have it in me to draw anything but

They LOVED pretending to be pokemon trainers!!! "Draxum naming them after colors is so impersonal those aren't real names yada yada" respectfully I direct you towards little Purple, Orange and Red walking around the hidden city with toy pokeballs and pretending everyone they meet is a pokemon. Absolute nuisances from day one. And you KNOW that Red was super smug about being the only one with a canon trainer name, no way in hell he didn't constantly point at the manga pages and go "ME, im the best trainer!"

Mikey figured out he was gay at like 5 yrs old because Draxum (also gay) was watching his yokai soap operas and Mikey wandered in. Not much of an event or story but it firmly happened in my mind lmao

I think during their infancy and into their early toddler stages, Draxum still didn't recognize that they were developing like human children and saw them as soldiers/weapons. So when Draxum was out he kept the infant turtles in cages like the other exotic creatures, but when they reached toddler stage and started having behavioral issues, Draxum tried to change up their environment. Started letting them wander the lab, immediately had to childproof all the outlets when Leo grabbed a fork, and from there Draxum started taking them with him to learn about the outside world/hidden city. He had them with him most of the time to see how they reacted to different situations/environments. Once he finally realized they were more like human children than yokai children, that's when he left them with Huginn and Muninn more often. So.... short answer.... yes they eventually babysat the turtles dhssjbd 😂

I also have the story of when they started calling their trio the Poison Eaterz but i haven't decided if that's gonna make it into the fic yet so for now i keep it secret

#red rover au #asks

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yennasun · 1 year

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Helloooo!! I really love your writings, especially the angst and the boxing! Makes me remember that one boxer guy who do silly dances after hitting his opponent and got 1 shot right after.

Your drabbles and journals are so detailed and well thought that i cant get enough of them. The way you write boxing is very amazing too. Who knows, maybe I'm going to start learning anatomy just to draw MT in the way you describe him 😂

Also, do you mind if I request a drabble of.. MT getting turned into his 15 y/o self where he was still in the middle of his creator's whole insanity thing (With lots of trauma and paranoia sauce, please) while living in the same house with the color sticks? Or RGOBYP as they say it.

Or maybe

A drabble where RGOBYP finds a box of cassettes of MT's creator handling MT? Just like yours, MT's Creator likes to abuse, lock him in a room, and objectify him. While the RGOBYP watches cassette!MT gets hits over and over again by cassettes!Creator, he keeps smiling whilst crying, insisting that he does deserves it. Oh yeah, Alan is watching too. I like this one better ヽ⁠༼⁠⁰⁠o⁠⁰⁠；⁠༽⁠ノ

I'm so sorry if im very hard to understand or my request is too bad 😭😭 i like seeing MT getting wrecked hard and suffering. Hurt comfort characters really hits different.

Thank you in advance and good luck with your drawing/music journey!

Aw thank you so much! I'm always happy to know others appreciate the work I put out even if it isn't always the best.

And I think I'll do both, I start with the first and start writing the second one either later today or sometime tomorrow.

This is actually an Idea I've been playing with for awhile so I only have the gist of what I want, I'm gonna do a bit of free-form writing so here goes.

"Cmon sec, just try it!" Blue pleaded, holding a bottle of blueish liquid out at him.

"Absolutely not blue, last time I took one of you & yellows mystery potions I went through the rest of the day in slow motion!" He said as he swatted blues hand away, nearly launching the bottle to the ground.

"This one's different second, it shouldn't have any adverse effects like the last one..." Yellow interjected

"If I remeber correctly, you said those exact same words to green!" Second pointed at the pair

"Yeeaahhh we did..." the two said in unison, remembering what happened that day.

"But won't you just try it?" Blue begged again

"Not no, but HELL NO!" He yelled turning to the hallway leading to his room.

The two were left in silence for the moment.

"We'll that could've gone better..." Yellow said awkwardly

"Yeah...so how are we gonna do this?" Blue asked, knowing one of them was gonna have to be the test dummy.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Yellow asked.

"Probably the easiest way." Blue Said putting his fist in the palm of his other hand.

Yellow did the same and started the game.

"Rock...paper...sci-"

"Wait!" she was cut off by blue, who was looking into the kitchen.

She looked as well and saw "the tall fruit" going through the fridge, no doubt looking for his umpteenth drink of the day...she saw an idea flicker through blues eyes.

"I think I found our test subject..." he said diabolically

"You really think he'll agree to this? That's cute bluey" she smiled, shaking her head

"He likes alcohol doesn't he...?" Yellow picked up on the plan and sucked a breath in through her teeth

"That's low blue, real low. Even for you..."

"The alternative is one of us taking it...I don't wanna take it, do you?" He tilted his head in question.

"...good point." She said

The two entered the kitchen only to find MT nearing the hallway leading to his room.

"Hey mango!" Blue called out

He didn't answer at first and instead just kept walking.

"Hey mango, buddy! I got something for you!" He called out as the two followed him.

Not even bothering to answer or turn to them, he sped his pace up and closed his door behind him.

MT could hid on the other side of his bed as he hears the Knocks on the door behind him.

"Hey mango, cmon out we wanna show you something" he hears blue say from the other side, among others things.

"Go away just go. Away." He whispered

"So tired of this...go away you assholes..." he whispered as his voice ceased.

He hid behind his bed for a few seconds of silence and thought he was in the clear, until...

"Hey, d'ya lose something back there?" Blue said from behind him, as he'd failed to notice them enter his room.

MT yelled in surprise.

"Yeah I lost peace and quiet!" He yelled as he stood up.

"What do you need, what do you want, can I not just enjoy silence for one day?!"

"Well...me and yellow tried our hand at making some scotch. We know you like this stuff so we thought you'd wanna try" he said offering the bottle to MT.

At the mention of scotch, his whole demeanor had changed.

"Well why didn't you just say so?" He asked snatching the bottle out of his hand.

He uncorked it and brought it up to his nose.

He then took a small sip.

"Taste less like scotch and more like...blueberry. good, I hate the taste of scotch." He inspected the bottle once more

"Well, cheers." He said before downing the entire bottle.

His head drooped down slightly and he held the bottle out for blue to take, but his grip was so light that it slipped out of his jand and shattered on the floor.

"Haah...what was in that stuff..." he said through labored breaths

"What are you talking about? What's happening? Blue is that supposed to be happening?!" Yellow sputtered as her panic rose.

"No it no-shit!" He yelled as MT crumbled to the floor.

The two looked at eachother, looked down to the motionless MT and back at eachother.

Yellow breathed in deep and drew her head up, ready to yell at the top of her lungs.

"SECO-MMMPHH" she was cut off by blue placing a firm hand over her mouth.

"Shut up ypu idiot, seconds gonna fucking murder us if he sees this!" Yellow tried to pry his hand off and the two struggled until the room filled with a blue smoke.

They found the source of the smoke coming from where MT once lie, it completely engulfed leaving him invisible.

The two stood and stared in awe as blue took his hand off yellows mouth.

The smoke cleared and they saw the clothes my was wearing but they were crumpled.

"Oh no...! Did we kill him?!" Yellow began panicking

"Shit shit shit!" Blue began to panic as well.

Until they saw movement from within the heap of clothes.

Out of them stood MT...but they wouldn't have been able to tell otherwise had it not been for his color.

He was short...around the same height as purple!

The clothes that were made for a massive 6'5 frame had fallen off the now 5'7 MT.

The two got a good look at his build.

He was around purples height but was probably heavier than blue, he was small but wide. Not fat, but fit and stocky but despite that, he still held childlike features.

"What the hell...the de-ager was supposed to be mental, not physical..."

"How old do you think he is...?" Yellow asked

"If I had to guess...about 14 or 15...maybe 13." This drew a disgusted huff from yellow

"Some people get all the physical gifts, he already looks like an adult...remember how I looked when I was 14?"

"Yeah, thin as a rail...so not much has changed" Blue laughed before getting hit in the shoulder.

They turned back towards MT, who was snapping his gaze anxiously from blue to yellow.

Yellow approached first, crouching down slightly and putting a hand out.

"Hey buddy...we're not gonna hurt you. Can you talk?" She asked softly

The small figure continued looking at the two nervously.

"I don't think he can speak..." Blue Said, taking a step towards him

The second he inched closer, MT stepped back crossed his arms over his face defensively.

Blue Backed up, then the two decided it was time.

"Second!" They yelled in unison, making MT nearly jump out of his skin and leaving him shaking violently.

"Oh...bad idea..." Yellow said

"Seriously you guys could just come knock on my do- oh you dumb motherfuckers..." second said as he entered the room, rubbing his eyes once he took in the sight.

Normally second would be yelling at the two but this time he just sounded so...done.

"What'd you two do this time?" He asked with a dejected breath

The two blabbered out what happened, letting all their built up panic out in unison, making their respective explanations inaudible.

Second stared at the two in bewilderment for a second before yelling.

"Quiet both of you! What happened?"

"We de-aged MT!" They yelled in unison.

"You've gotta be shitting me..." he rubbed his eyes again.

He looked over the small stick and laughed internally at the sight.

Having to look down to meet eyes with him is the most cursed image my mind could've possibly drawn up...but here we are.

He sighed

"How old is he now?"

"14 or 15" second sputtered at the answer.

"THATS 14?! What were his parents feeding him? he looks heavier than you and twice as fit!" He pointed at blue.

"Dude...ouch!" Blue said at the quip.

Second was always better with kids than everyone else.

He got close to MT, who had his back against the wall with his shoulders perched up tight and stressed.

Once he got close enough, he knelt down in front of him.

"Hey bud, you alright...you hurt at all?" He asked in a soothing voice

Second noticed his hands shaking heavily because of all the yelling, poor kid must be so lost right now.

MT moved his mouth trying to formulate words before just shaking his head.

"Can you talk?" He shook his head again

"Can you understand me?" MT put his hand out flat and swiped side to side

"A little bit?" he nodded his head.

He probably has no idea where he is.

Second thought.

He took little MTs hand and stood up slowly.

"Follow me." He said

He led him out of the room past green and blue, took him down the hall and in the living room.

Red had been in the kitchen and the second she saw MT, wheezed and put a hand over her eyes.

"What'd you do blue?" She asked, laughing.

"Hey it wasn't just me, yellow was in on it."

'Wow, thanks blue you're a real pal..." She passed a disgruntled look to him.

In the meanwhile, second showed little MT around the house and took note at how jumpy he was at all times.

He always briefly glanced at him and the others, as if making sure they weren't going to do anything to him.

He must've hated being around large groups of people, the older version already did.

He took him to purples room and knocked.

"Come in!" He heard purples voice say.

He entered the room and found green in there as well, who was getting ready to say something until his eyes trailed to the smaller figure.

Him and purple stared in shocked silence for what felt like minutes before green pointed at MT and turned to second.

"Is that who I think it is?" He asked quietly.

Second nodded his head.

"Does it have anything to do with what yellow and blue asked us earlier?" Purple cocked a brow.

Second nodded again.

Purple got up and approached MT and he stood behind second.

Second turned to look down on him.

"They're alright...purple won't hurt you." He nudged MT.

The two stood eye to eye, right across from eachother.

It was the strangest sight, purple was so used to having to look up so far they're neck hurt.

Purple reached out and MT flinched back and shoe'd the hand away in fear.

Another strange sight, they were used to MT'S headstrong nature and intense fearlessness that made him a natural leader.

And now he wouldn't even make eye contact with purple.

Purple actually found it quite endearing that there was a time where MT was as afraid as they were.

Without thinking, they took him into a hug...he definitely seemed like he needed it.

Second watched the two embrace, MT looked like he wanted to struggle against them at first but then seemed to welcome it...

"Can he talk...I haven't heard him say anything" Green whispered

"No, I don't think he was taught yet...either that or English isn't his first language but I'm thinking the first one." He shrugged

Over the next couple of hours, purple seemed weirdly interested in spending time with little mango.

Green even asked them about it.

"When we were on his little quest for the staff, I really did feel a connection forming between us. He trusted me and I trusted him, that is, until his desire overcame that connection." Purple sighed.

"Ever since he moved in here though, he's been cold not just to you all, but to me too. I understand why he feels guilty but he doesn't need to torture himself over it, sadly he's just too stubborn to listen to me." Purple looked over to MT, who was stacking plastic cups happily.

"This is my chance to show my affection for him that he's avoided for so long...I just hope when this wears off he understands that I don't hate him...no matter how much he wants me to."

"You're a very weird individual purple, if he'd done to me what he's done to you I'd never forgive him." He stated

"Then why are you playing with him?" Purple smiled at green, who was stacking cups with MT.

"That's because this isn't the mango we know, right now he's still innocent...but I am with you on one thing, I'd like to get to know more about him. Since we already know so little about him, I think it'd be interesting."

They sat and watched MT for awhile longer until a shout echoed through the hall.

"Dinner!" Red shouted

"C'mon" purple said

"We'll eat in here, I'll grab some for the little guy."

Green and purple went out into the kitchen.

Second and blue had made steak and potatoes, a very basic but solid combination like eggs and bacon.

The two grabbed their plates and green grabbed another for MT.

Purple opened the door and MT jumped so bad he knocked the stack of cups over and snapped his gaze to them wide eyed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Purple slowed down and showed the plates they had and MT appeared to calm down.

"That was an...odd reaction." Green said slowly

"Yeah...an alarming one too...reminded me of me when my father would come home..."

Green didn't know what to say, he couldn't comfort purple just yet as they had a plate in each hand.

He approached MT slowly and set the plate down in front of him.

He didn't eat right away, instead he watched the others eat.

He fumbled around with the silverware, imitating the motion of cutting with the knife before he plunged his fork into the meat and cut a small slice off.

The very moment he put the piece in his mouth and started chewing, a tear slid down his face.

He didn't sob, shake, sniffle or even grimace. The only thing that gave it away were the tears spilling down his face, aside from that he'd looked completely normal.

Green looked at purple with a "help me" expression, but neither knew what to do.

So they let him enjoy his food in silence, neither commenting on it as MT wiped his face frequently.

Once he'd finished he went to green and wrapped his arms around him, green looked at purple, then back down at MT before returning the gesture.

After purple took the dishes to the sink, yellow came peered her head through the door.

"Hey, we're gonna go sparring you wanna come with?" She asked

"What about him?" Green gestured towards MT

"He doesn't have to do it, he can just watch."

"Alright, but someone has to keep an eye on him." He got up and went to the door, then looked at MT and jerked his head in the direction of the door.

MT got up and followed him, red had brought a basket of fruits and some blankets to lay on the grass.

They all went out to the clearing next to the creek and placed some blocks down to mark the edges of their sparring arena.

First blue and yellow went, then green and blue but green had to check out early after a bad body shot.

Second and yellow went for 3 rounds, since both were high level fighters they needed time to map out eachothers strategy.

After red and blue went, MT got up and watched arena-side.

After the two went for 4 rounds MT pointed at himself, then pointed inside the arena.

"You wanna go in?" Blue asked

MT nodded.

"Yellow, you're feather fisted right? Come in here and humor the little guy" Yellow grumbled at the jab but obliged and jumped in.

The two were given about a minute to stretch and get warmed up, MT was obviously anxious as was Yellow.

She'd sparred MT many times before and none of them had ever gone well for her, but he was younger now and less experienced.

She had to go light, she knew this.

Red range the bell and the two came out of their corners.

And yellow immediately noticed the difference in styles, gone were all his fancy angles and flashy footwork, they'd now been replaced by front-foot aggression that reminded her alot of blue even down to the slight crouch he was in.

However this crouch was different, it was deeper and he kept left arm loose but partially crossed his right hand over his face in a crab-like guard.

Another difference between blue and MT was their approach, whereas blue would stalk forward MT had a noticeable rhythm to his steps.

Despite all this, yellow found it rather easy to catch the smaller stick as he came in. Yellow had accidentally caught him hard a few times but he was surprisingly tough for being only 15.

Even more surprising was his strength, when yellow tried to tie MTs hands up at close range to stifle his punches he always was able to work his arms free and push yellow back by digging the top of his head into her chest and using his lower center of gravity to force her backwards, even if she pushed back she'd only push herself back more.

The second round she still found it easy to get him with her long punches, but she found most of them either grazing him or hitting the top of his head as most of her punches did due to his crouch and how he tucked his chin down.

But now once he worked his arms free he landed to her midsection, these punches had the power of blues body punches but he threw them fluidly and from unpredictable angles.

Once the third started, to her bewilderment, she couldn't hit him at all.

He seemed to know exactly when he punches would come before even she did.

He took everyone by surprise how easily he slipped, bobbed and blocked all her punches while simultaneously closing distance.

His steps were perfectly timed with his defense, and despite yellows best efforts he'd always get close.

At close range he'd use his shorter arms and rough style to manipulate her guard to sneak punches in.

Yellow was notoriously hard to pin down, and MT was treating her style to a roughness she wasn't even used to from blue and red. He pinned her arms back with his elbows, used his cross guard and bobbing and weaving to keep himself safe and he'd pull her arms down or push them up to sneak punches to the body.

The bell sounded to end the third and MT turned around and went back to his corner, yellow walked back noticably grimacing as she held her side.

She had to start getting rough back, otherwise she'd get hurt...

They came out for the 4th and MT was even more aggressive than the last round. Now he seemed to close distance at will but yellow let fly her combinations.

However none would hit, either meeting empty air or being pushed away by his guard.

With her offense stifled, she had to lay against the borders and cover up as MT hammered away at her sides with clubbing hooks.

He finally threw a right hand through her guard and she thought that he used his body shots to set up that punch, only he didn't. He used THAT punch to set up a terrifying left hook to the body that made her entire midsection contort like banana pudding.

She keeled over, clutching her right side and skipped out of the corner before turning and jogging away grimacing with her eyes closed.

MT chased after her, seemingly going for the finish.

He placed his foot perfectly at the end of his sprint to throw a straight left from a southpaw stance but yellow crumbled to the ground holding her side.

MTs punch went right over her and he got over ambitious, tripping and falling over yellow.

Blue jumped in.

"Stop stop that's enough." He waved the match off.

Blue carried yellow out of the arena.

"I think my ribs are broken..." She rasped out

Looking back on it, yellow had already begsn to peice together just how many layers there were to MTs strategy; he use the first few rounds to map out your punch timing and rhythm, then he'd work his footwork and defense around that rhythm.

From there he'd charge his opponent in a straight line, dodging every punch they threw along the way and cut off the arena to force them into corners.

Then he'd begin the process of grinding his opponent down with his brutal but highly technical infighting as well as his grapple tactics.

Yellow had always loved the SCIENCE of fighting, and today made it obvious to her that even at this young age MT had a PHD in violence.

"I wanna go!" Blue said excitedly

"You just want to cuz he'll stand in front of you." Purple yelled out

"Well yeah...but it also looks fun!" He said as he jumped in.

He pointed at MT

"You good?" He asked

MT nodded his head gamely and red sounded the bell.

MT clearly hadn't lost any of the steam he picked up from his session with yellow and pushed forwards, running right into blue.

He actually bumped blue with his shoulder on the way in.

The were head to head, shoulder to shoulder hitting eachother with body shots.

But MT had clearly been in this position before, as he moved his head from each of blues shoulders to make angles for more punches.

Blue had caught MT a few times clean but they didn't seem to phase him, evidenced by his continued aggression.

Now it was seconds turn to be surprised, blue was heavy and knew how to use that weight to his advantage. But MT not only used many of the same stand-up wrestling tactics blue used, but he did them better.

No one was able to hang with blue at close range, let alone overpower and overwhelm him as MT was doing. Blue was actually forced to clinch.

Once they were broken up, MT banged his fists together and got right back to work.

He reminded second of a buzzsaw, only able to move forwards cutting down everything in front of it, he looked invincible. Far from the shy, timid kid that he'd had to coax out of hiding behind him not too long ago.

As the rounds passed blue began to look more weary, he'd taken many body shots and hadn't been able to give many back.

In the 5th rounds MT looked on fire...no literally, there was steam coming off of him.

In the last 30 seconds blue leaned on MT and MT let more body shots fly before following them up with a left hook to the body followed by a left uppercut to the head, which knocked blue backwards off his feet.

Blue held his hand out once he got back up.

"Nah little man, that's enough for me..." he patted MT on the shoulder.

Green went in next and he lasted the longest out of all of them, a full 6 rounds!

At one point he got petty and hit MT in the groin, MT responded by pushing his head up his chest and headbutting green.

"Fair enough." He said in MTs ear.

Over in the clearing, purple observed intently

"His stamina is amazing...and his technique is very refined too...how long has he been doing this?" Purple asked themselves.

Purple was no stranger to being raised to fight, but they'd gotten out of that and thank goodness they did.

That being said, they could spot veteran tactics when they saw them. And they saw lots of them, very odd to see those from a 15 year old boy...

It didn't seem too far out for MT to have been groomed as a fighter for his life, his aptitude and physical traits definitely supported that theory.

Observing more, they found the dead giveaway that they'd been raised to do this.

He got stronger as he fought, and when he got hit. Purple Even saw him flash a smile as he fought here and there.

That's awfull...no wonder he's so jaded...

Second and red had no interest in sparring him, and steam rose off him more and upon closer inspection his veins and eyes glowed and dark orange.

This shocked everyone, especially purple but strangely, it made sense.

When they all battled MT he always had above average strength and toughness, he also seemed very resistant to heat as he was the only one who found the nether heat bearable.

MT submerged himself in the creek, the water bubbled from the heat and he returned holding his arms in pain.

When purple looked them over, they hadn't been burned all the way through but they'd still gotten hit pretty badly. By what, purple wasn't too sure.

They uncorked a healing potion and poured pink liquid on the affected areas, seeing MTs shoulders relax and his hands cease their shaking.

Once MT had processed what happened, he looked up at purple and smiled the brightest, most innocent smile purple had ever seen.

They smiled back gently and took MT back to the blanket the others were sitting sitting on.

Everyone else chatted away and recuperated but eventually MT had given in to his exhaustion.

As MT slept purple and the others couldn't help but noticed how live and vibrant MTs skin was, a far cry from his dull, more sickly appearance.

Evetually, they decided to head back.

Purple opted to carry MT back rather than waking him up, despite how heavy he was.

They brought him to his room and laid him in bed, sliding the blanket over him.

Before they left they snuck one last glance at him, and silently prayed he'd still be like this tomorrow.

Sadly, things wouldn't go purples way as the next morning MT walked to the kitchen rubbing his eyes. The same massive, dull colored sickly sick they were used to.

They resisted the urge to groan in frustration, but MT said something that made purple turn their head.

"Hey purple...do anything happen yesterday?" Purple turned their head to him

"No...why?" They lied

"I just...i had the weirdest dream last night."

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I hope you weren't thinking I WASNT gonna write a fight scene, after all I modeled younger MTs style after my two favorite boxers; bennie briscoe and Joe frazier.

I decided to use more subtle hints at MTs paranoia since I avoided writing this in his perspective.

I also wanted to give MT a lil bit of comfort, I think he deserves it after all I've put him through lol.

I'm gonna do the other prompt just cuz, I'll most likely have it finished sometime tomorrow.

#alan becker #avm #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm king orange #ava #avm mt #avm mango #au #usfc #avm blue #avm green #avm purple #avm yellow #avm the second coming #avm red #Drabbles

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Can I ask what those monster designs are for? I like them a lot :0

THANK YOU for enabling me guys,,, SNIFFS ur so real all of you real cuervoheads

ANYWAYS. ok honestly i need to iron details A LOT of them but basically, it stemmed from this drawing i did for day one of ake shoe week, i got a beauty and the beast idea so i drew that on the fly. BUT LATER i kept rotating it in my head the concept and like. yea

ME TALKING WAY TOO MUCH UNDER CUT SORRY

so. basic idea is that goro was a normal guy but his dad is a little bastard and cursed him with the mask, transforming him into a beast, presumably so he wouldnt interfere with anything since hes like a . king or an important general or smth so it would be a scandal etc etc. then he sent him to a funny forest and goro is cursed to never be able to take the mask off and also never get out of the forest as long as hes wearing it. anyone else can enter and get out just fine its just goro whos kinda trapped there like a cute lion circling a cage so he goes a bit. bit delulu and also hes of course so mad at everyone

AND sergio ok. i havent quite decided but for now i think hes like. the son of the queen of some sort of flower kingdom but the queen didnt really. want him (T_T). but ok whatever hes here now because people kinda found out she was gonna have a kid so it would be abit sus if . he disappeared. anyways hes like half demon or something yes. so hes obvs not his dad's son (the king) but the queen pretends he is and also everyone believes this BUT sergio knows the truth obvs like. hey why am i half demon huh.,,. ANYWAYS his demon transformation is triggered by strong honest emotions of any kind , so he developed a cute Psychological Mask (pp...pers..on...a) where hes so unauthentic and pretends to be a cute little bumbling but charming idiot macho man etc etc just a bro guy yes thats sergio thats him yup totally cute prince flower guy and absolutely NOthing else.

OK so . i have no idea why but i guess sergio has to go into the forest for some reasonnn and he meets the Beast who is only known to people as The Crow and like. hes like. huh theres something funny about this animal!!! so ofc he comes back to try to catch another glimpse and , he feels, hey, this is no Animal theres something under there. this is a guy i think. this is just his gut but yknow

so now hes determined to know the truth about this beast , honestly just because it sounds interesting and fun to find out and hes so chronically bored this might be like. cool. ofc goro at first is very hostile and rude and Violent but sergio is like. cmooon man cmooon ahahahah. and well later he finds himself Actually Having Fun sometimes when hanging out with sergio NO this is not happening not even true <-- goro thoughts. like he already gave up being a Person because everyone just sees him as a stupid violent animal monster so like. he leaned into it and drove everyone away AND HE LIKES IT THIS WAY nope he doesnt want to be truly loved and needed no way not even happening what the HELL!!

anyways enter a bunch of Stuff here sure i can. try to elaborate more later but ..important bits now

OK SO goros mask curse thing. supposedly it can only be taken off by another person, who loves the wearer honestly and truly yadda yadda fairy tale things whatever. but like. goro has kinda given up on that cuz like. who tf is gonna like him like this. so might as well sink in etc. also he doesnt like himself that much either so that doesnt help

ALSO IMPORTANT he doesnt want anyone to love him out of pity either!!!! GRRA he. he doesnt want this for real. so if anyone tried to like. love him but just out of pity like ooo poor monster guy i will love you and take ur cute mask off. NOPE not that NOPE!!!

BUT he doesnt even tell sergio the conditions anyways . they just proceed to hang out and whatever. onnneee day i guess they have a littttle scuffle and sergio kinda transforms a bit because Feelings and goro is like. WTF.,,.. hey hello ??? and sergio is lik UHM.,,. proceeds to wall up and pretend that didnt happen but this makes goro so mad like. hey wtf u want me to open up but u keep shit like this to yourself? hypocrite loser etc etc

so later they end up fighting like. goro is like. shut the fuck up im tired of you and your stupid idiot faake friendliness just leave me be like damn and sergio is like NO dumbass i do like hanging out with you WILL you listen a bit. anyways sergio transforms again a bit against his will but he cant help it. they fiiiight and then they stop because they are going to Die but sergio finally explains that he was afraid of what people may think of him if they knew he was half demon freakazoid thing and . and. he did think of telling goro maybe but his ego and pride and Fear got the best of him NO WAY no he cant be weak and vulnerable nope. but ..,,, maybe..,

so ofc goro is like. fucking idiot dumbass as if i also wasnt a monster too. eye-to-eye moment of rare vulnerability for both... something about being on the same level and opening up and feeling free with someone etc

anyways they hang out more after this like cute rivals now and they play scuffle sometimes wahoo !! sergio can relax around goro and transform and he feels so Free when hes with him etc.

insert more bits here. ok so goro. hes also afraid of sergio not thinking he was Cool and Awesome and stuff if he did manage to take the mask off.,,, what was he without the mask? he was just a Guy with anger issues and nothing in his heart…! at least like this he could be THE cool beast rival friend yknow. this is all he had going for him ! who is he going to be if he takes it off....

well finally he one day FINALLY tells sergio about the mask and the curse and the conditions and sergio is like. pffft. ok. and asks him to let him take a try . but goro is like. huh. wtf no its not gonna work. but he convinces him, and wow it works ! goro didnt even consider that "love" didnt necesarilly had to refer to romantic love. stupid. but also i dont think he really thought sergio considered him such a close friend/rival/weirdo etc .. THIS IS SO AWESOME thinks goro but only on his head of course.,,, cuz he knows sergio doesnt ever pity him he honestly respects him and sees him as his cool rival this is so cool..,,, waugh

so ! the cute guy behind the crow mask is revealed ! huzzah! sergio is like. what the hell you said you were ugly !!! liar!!! eheheh. gets punched in the ribs immeadiatly

:3 WOW!!! i love the relationship between joker and goro can u tell...! me when the. me when i cant tell you how to see me etc etc me when someone has the same type of brainwave as you etc

i will probably draw a few more things for this au WAHOO

#sorry i got . silly extended #ask #bottle anon #starbot tag #my aus #anon #HI I HOPE #someone enjoys these thoughts wahoo !!! >_o

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